Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 12:59:39 -0500 From: Terry Stiles Subject: Benjy's Reborn -- Chap 1 I hope you like this tale. I've had it on the back burner for some time. Normally I don't enjoy writing sex scenes, but I decided in this case, I'd give it a shot. If it gets a good responce, I want to tone-down the sex scenes and publish it as a legit love story. If you'd like to comment on it, or offer suggestions about where I go with it, I'll gladly answer any e-mail at klauthor@gmail.com I'll try to post at least one chapter per week. I'm working on outlines of other stories, if you think you might want to help write them, email about that too. Please no flames. I know much of the world thinks this sort of thing is sick. If you're one of them, why are you visiting this site??? :- ==8 CHAPTER ONE (young teen/pre-teen) Eric moved to Lancaster the fall I was 13, but I don't know how well I would've been prepared if it wasn't for that summer. Mom and Tim married in May. They were both teachers so they took the whole season for their honeymoon. When I'd heard, I'd looked forward to spending the time with dad's family. Instead, Tim sent Chris and I to camp. As I said, I didn't really enjoy hanging out with my peers and they didn't seem all that interested in hanging out with me so the only class I signed up for was horseback riding. I'd gone on trail rides with Mom's brownie troop, but that's just sitting on a horses back and letting him follow the one in front of him. That was more than most in the class, though, and soon I'd learned enough to keep from falling on my bum and to make the horse go basically where I wanted him to. After two weeks I dropped out of the class and started spending all my free time alone with Crackers exploring the miles of trails. Of course, I couldn't spend all of my time like that. Except for lunch, I had to eat my meals with my cabin. There were bonfires twice a week and chapel services on Sundays. And although Chris was a lot more outgoing than I and quickly made lots of friends, he still gravitated to his new big brother and wanted my attention at times. These weren't too bad and I had to admit that I had a decent time. There was one boy in my cabin who went out of his way to befriend me. Todd was 12, thin and as tall as me. His hair was black and his eyes blue. I thought it was a killer combination. He looked a little bit like Ricky Schoeder. The morning of the first full day, he followed me into the shower. I usually try to show myself as little as possible when I have to be naked around others. He didn't seem to have any modesty, though, and even chatted with me as we soaped and rinsed our naked, pubescent bodies. Though he was younger, he was slightly better developed than I. His four inch dick was about the same size as mine, but thicker. He was circumcised and his head was more red and textured, though, while mine was uncut and the head was pink and smoother. He had a few wiry sandy hairs on his calves while I was smooth but for the beginning of pubes (our quarter-inch thick bushes were about the same density). My tits were puffy, almost like a girl's, but, being a swimmer, his chest had some definition, although, naturally not as much as his fifteen years old brother, Brian. >From the first day, he tried to be friends with me. He walked with me to meals and sat beside me at the bonfires. He invited me to go swimming and boating with him and sometimes his brother. A few times he asked to come with Crackers and me. I told him, though, I didn't like to swim and he didn't ride so it was easy to say no without hurting his feelings too badly. He wasn't offended, just kept asking. The cabin slept twenty in bunk beds laid out like this: (---)| --- | | | | | | | | --- --- | | | | | | | | --- | --- I slept in the top bunk of the bed with the parentheses. Three weeks into the camp, the boy in the bed perpendicular to mine had a seizure and had to be moved to a bottom bunk. Todd volunteered to trade. I didn't sleep well with others. I was always the last in a room to go to sleep. One night a few days after Todd changed beds, I felt hornier than usual. The only sounds were the light snores and breathing of boys. Believing I was the only one awake, I stuffed my hand inside my shorts and jerked off. I started slowly (just long, casual strokes, my fingers barely touching the skin) gradually speeding up and stroking harder. I suddenly felt a hand on my blanket and I jumped, pulling my hand away so hard I hurt my dick. "You don't have to do that," Todd said. "What?" His hand found my basket. "I'll do it for you." I could just barely see his face in the dark. His eyes were locked on mine. I had to look away. "Y-you mean, you'll jerk me off? No offense, but I ain't gay." "Neither am I. Me and Brian do these three sisters at home. But you have to do something when there's none around. Haven't you ever done it with your buddies?" I didn't want to say that I didn't have any buddies, so I just said no. "Too bad. . . Well?" He took my shocked silence as acceptance. Before I knew what was happening, his hand was under my blanket, stroking the front of my shorts. "Not bad for thirteen," he said. "Th-thanks." His hand went up my leg and discovered that I didn't have underwear on. "Like it easy to get to, huh." I was getting more used to this. "Just when I sleep. Underwear isn't comfortable." He slowly jerked me. "You like?" I nodded my head. It did feel better than when I did it. Then I remembered the dark. "Yeah," I whispered. "How about taking down your shorts so I can move around better?" I did as he asked. I also rolled onto my side and shifted closer. "Can I see it?" "Well, you were awake, what if someone else is? I don't want a bunch of guys seeing it." "Just lift the blanket a little. Here, I'll do it." He did and I sucked in my belly and trust out my groin. "Not bad. Brian's bigger, and he has more hair, but I like yours, too. I never did one with this skin." "Most guys get it cut off when they're born." "Yeah, I know. I've seen a few. Never saw one hard before though. And I've never touched one. Why didn't you get it cut off?" "Dad thinks circumcision is abusive except for Jews doing it. I got teased about it a couple times when I was little, before he died, but he said that when I grew up, I'd thank him. He didn't tell why though. Then last year, my sex-ed teacher said that the foreskin protects the head so it's more sensitive." "Then it is abusive!" he laughed. I was breathing harder and he increased his ministrations. "Getting close?" "I think so." "Great. I love to see guys cum." I noticed that he was fondling himself, too. Instantly, I felt selfish. I'd never seen another boy hard, let alone touched one, but I found myself asking, "You want me to do you, too?" "You don't have to." "Yeah, but I'd like to try it." "Okay, then." He lifted the edge of his blanket. I put my hand under the blanket and fumbled around. He took my hand and gently moved it to his dong. It felt good in my hand. It was fun to play with my own dick, but feeling another boy's thing turned me on more. "Is this okay? I've never done it before." He sighed. "Yes-s. That's the great thing about doing guys. We know how to treat each other because we have the same parts. Girls have to learn." "I never thought of that." My dick was becoming so sensitive that it hurt. "I'm going to shoot!" He stroked faster. "Oh yeah!" It was too much. I let go of his dick and flopped onto my back and let him pound me. "Do you shoot a lot?" He was breathing as hard as me now. "D-don't know wh-what to c-c-com-compare it to." "Then I'll have to tell you." I laughed. "Shit!" I hissed and exploded. "Nice!" He smeared my boy juice on my pole. "Not as much as Brian, and his is white, but good. To tell you the truth, I like it clear like this." "Think he would like doing it with me, too?" I couldn't believe I was asking it. "Yeah. And he jacks better. I-" "You- what?" He blushed. "Our uncle Carl says I suck better. Does that bother you?" Well, I had just let a boy make me cum while fondling his dick. Who was I to judge? "No. You suck too, huh?" I rolled back to my side and returned to beating his meat. "Yeah. And fuck. Want to try it?" Sucking intrigued me, but the idea of taking a cock in my butt, while not a turn off like the guys at school said it should be, was a little scary. "Sucking might be fun. Not so sure about the other." "Yeah. I wouldn't do it to you anyway. Your first fuck should be special. . . But if you want to change your mind about taking me in the woods with you, we could have a little fun tomorrow. . . "Ugh oh!" I pulled away and panicked. "What?" He took my hand back to his dick. "No. It's just that I'm getting there." I increased my pumping and he humped my hand. "Oh yeah!" I grinned and pumped so hard I was afraid I'd hurt him. His body jerked three times, "There!" then was still. "Where?" It took a half minute for him to answer. "I don't shoot, yet." My first orgasm, shot between my stuffed donkey's legs when I was 11, (they'd showed a pretty detailed film in sex-ed class and I had to try that night) had been wet. I didn't know one could dry cum. "Oh yeah. I've been doing it since I was ten. Brian says it should be any day now. I'm already late compared to him. But to tell the truth, I don't want to shoot. Uncle Carl likes me better this way and even Brian admits that dry is more intense." "You do your uncle?" I couldn't imagine a man who could have an adult would want a practically hairless, small-dicked, inexperienced kid. "Yeah. Well, I guess that sounds sicker than it is. He's just 17. Dad has a big family and he's the oldest, so. . ." "Oh." I yawned. "Hey, you're tired. Look. Go to sleep, we'll talk and other things tomorrow." "Okay." I withdrew my hand. "Good night. And thanks." He gave my dick a little squeeze before letting it go. "Yeah. And thank you. You have a great dick and not bad hand for the first time." As I drifted off to sleep, I thought that no compliment had felt so good since Dad died.