Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2018 22:25:51 +0100 (CET) From: David Subject: David's World, Part One: David Discovers a Magazine - and More Welcome to David's World, a series of life events beginning with David's first orgasm at twelve, his first sexual encounter (with a man) also at twelve, and continuing on through encounters with and fantasies of boys and men -- all told sensually from the perspective of boy David. As he grows older, his encounters are with willing boys and are told from the perspective of adult David. This is mostly an adult-youth series with a few extraneous chapters of boy-boy encounters. A few chapters may have no actual sex, but those will contain masturbation and/or strong erotic tension that is sure to make you hard. At the right moment, just let your imagination take you to take you where you want to be. For sake of pleasant read- and wank-ability, I'll try to keep the chapters to at least 4Kb but no more than 13-14Kb -- although at least one chapter I've written so far fails slightly in this regard. I enjoy writing, but this foray into erotica is something quite different for me. I would love to hear what you think, as this series is not something I can share with my parents, my children or my friends. I do confess this David series is easy to write because it is autobiographical -- to a point. I shall leave it to you, dear reader, to decide how much I've embellished, redacted, or perhaps even invented some of these accounts. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. I retain all rights of ownership, use and distribution while granting Nifty digital license to share this with you for your personal reading pleasure only, according to Nifty's terms. If you are able, please consider a small donation to Nifty to help maintain this great repository of GLBT erotica. -David, aka Lovebug ******************** DAVID'S WORLD PART ONE: David Discovers a Magazine -- and More I was a cute, smart, twelve-year-old boy with deep blue eyes and light brown, sun-streaked hair on a slender frame of barely five feet. I lived in a middle-class neighborhood of tract homes in late-1970s coastal southern California in a mixed-Mormon family (my mom, two brothers and I were Mormons; my dad, a non-churchgoing Baptist). I went to church most Sundays and tried to follow the teachings, but when puberty rolled in, it hit me with the force of a freight train and derailed me from my straight and narrow path. We lived in a four bedroom, two bath house. We kids shared the hall bathroom, but if it was occupied, we were allowed to use our parents' bath in their master suite. On one occasion, I was playing with a superball -- a little golfball-sized rubber ball that could bounce over the moon it seemed -- when I had to take a crap. My big brother was in the shower, so I went to my parents' bathroom and while sitting, played with my superball, tossing it up, bouncing it and catching it until I missed and it bounced away under the floating (wall mounted) vanity, out of reach. I finished my business with the toilet then got down on the floor to look under the vanity for my toy. Odd, there was a stack of magazines under the vanity. I grabbed and pocketed my ball then washed and dried my hands. I was about to leave when curiosity got the best of me, so I got back down on the tile floor and pulled out a magazine. There were titties on the cover! BOING! Instant boner. I knew I shouldn't, but I leafed through the magazine. I couldn't believe it! I had heard of porno, knew what it was, but I had never seen anything like this. Women were showing their naughty parts, even touching them and their titties! I stopped turning pages when I got to one with photos of a naked man with a woman. His dick was big with hair all around it, and in one photo it was hard and huge! I couldn't stop looking at it. I got that weird feeling in my chest that I felt whenever I was around Tommy, an eight-grader at school, a boy so mesmerizing I just stared at him every chance I got, and I sometimes wondered what he looked like without a shirt on. I even got a boner sometimes when I wondered what kind of underwear he wears, but I never thought about him naked. It was not a sexual thing, but I did like seeing his crotch and how nicely he filled out his tight pants or shorts. I often tried to think of ways to make him be my friend, but he was older and one of the cool kids. I thought of Tommy as I stared at that hard man-dick. The photos of naked women were cool and all, but looking at that guy's dick made mine involuntarily twitch a couple times. Weird. Even my butthole squeezed in time with the twitching as if I were trying to pinch a loaf. I absent-mindedly grabbed my dick through my cut-off Levi's and squeezed. I felt a tingling deep inside my lower belly down to my balls, something I'd never felt before. I turned a couple more pages and studied the dozen photos of this man (and woman), committing to memory every detail of that man's dick and balls -- and the white stuff on the woman's leg and his dick in the last photo, what had to be sperm like I learned about in sex ed last year. My straining, aching dick had never been so hard, so hard it hurt. I curled my fingers under it and pulled on it, pointing it upward to give it some breathing room. I didn't think to take down my shorts to release it. I gave it another delightful squeeze, noticing for the first time how good it felt to touch my dick through my shorts that way. It even felt bigger than ever before. I sort of pinched and released the head between my thumb and fingers, making the head glide back and forth in its slippery foreskin. Oh, gawd! That felt so good! My dick twitched and my butthole puckered again! Forget the magazine. I did it again. And again, again, I started a little rhythm, just pinching and releasing my dickhead. I've known for a long time my nipples are super sensitive, that I like to play with them, but it was never sexual -- until now. While continuing to give my dick that exquisite pleasure of squeezing the head, I intuitively raised my other hand up inside my t-shirt to play with my nipples, softly running my fingertips over the surprisingly hard little nubbins. It was exhilarating! I wasn't thinking anything sexual now, didn't even realize I was masturbating. I was simply captivated by intense pleasure I had never even imagined was possible. With my left leg bent at the knee I was sitting on my left foot while my right leg curved out in front of me, right hand on my groin and left hand up my t-shirt. My eyes were closed, my head back, my breaths shallow; every thought, every fiber of my being was focused on this warm sensation starting at my dick and building deep inside me. That feeling spread as it grew stronger, deeper; a strangely wonderful feeling between my butthole and my balls, right about where I was sitting on my foot. It felt so good but so strange it scared me -- but I needed it, enjoying it too much to stop. I remembered the magazine on the floor in front of me and leaned forward a bit to look at that sperm photo again and OH MY FUCK! My foot dug in between my balls and butthole sending a shiver up my spine and more twitches down my dick! I instinctively squeezed my dickhead faster, squeezing my nipples now too as I rocked my hips back and forth on my foot, pushing my foot harder into that magic spot behind my balls. That warm, tingling feeling spread and became stronger, were it possible. I was tingling all over. My neck and face felt flush. My eyes were watering and my nose was running. That warm, almost painful but fantastic feeling behind my balls grew more intense when suddenly my butthole and butt cheeks clenched and wouldn't let go. I stopped squeezing my dick but I couldn't stop this. My mind was numb but I was scared. I was helpless, at the mercy of whatever I had done. I arched my back and pushed hard onto my foot and unleashed a demon! "Oh! Oh! OOOHHH!" I squealed, terrified. My dick spasmed uncontrollably, my butthole repeatedly released and clenched as pure ecstasy traveled through me, up from my bottom and out through my dick like a thousand times better than a good piss. My hand, still on my dick felt it convulse over and over, straining to burst free from its denim bonds as it expelled its first bit of boy honey into its cloth prison. I was dizzy, even faint, as I sat breathless, panting like I just ran a mile. My mind was still numb but my whole body felt pleasure like never before. I was fixated on that man's dick and sperm, but it was a few moments before I realized I was still staring at it. I still didn't know I just had my first orgasm, and that it was a wet one. I barely had a few pubes, so I had no idea I could cum. Surely I would have to be more developed like the man in the photos. So I sat there, and as the euphoric high began to subside, I tried to understand what happened, to make sense of what I had done. I was suddenly terrified -- but I didn't really know why -- so I quickly put back the magazine, stood up, washed my hands again, and almost ran to my room. I fell face-down on my bed. I could feel wetness in my groin so I reached my hand down my shorts to feel. It was a little wet and sort of slimy, not like pee. I pulled my hand out quickly, expecting to see blood, thinking maybe boys get a period like girls do and I somehow missed learning that in sex ed. There was of course no blood, just a slimy, sticky wetness. I wiped my hand on my shorts and closed my eyes, burying my face in my pillow trying to forget all that happened, what I did and what I saw, but those images were (and are to this day) seared on my mind like cattle brands. Exhausted, I dozed off until supper. I went to wash up, first taking a leak. My tighty-whitey undies were hard and crusty and stuck to the end of my dick. I slowly pulled my dick free and found my dick also was crusty, but under the foreskin was slimy and sticky. When I peed, something blocked the stream at first, then I peed normally. At least there was no blood, I thought, so maybe I am okay.