Message-ID: <075411Z30101995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an172899@anon.penet.fi (Exmon) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an172899@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 30 Oct 1995 07:51:19 UTC Subject: Day in the Life (M/b teen cons rom) Lines: 291 A Day in the Life (for david. Yes, *you*, david...) Dearest Net-friends, Greetings! The ensuing Story is just that: a Story, a work of the Author's imagination. It is not real, not intended to be real, and bears no relation to Reality, specific or general. The persons and places depicted herein are likewise fictitious, and no resemblance to persons living or dead, or to places extant or historical, is implied. The following Story contains, among other ideations, descriptions of the characters' experiences with love and sexuality. One or more of the characters is furthermore depicted as being, developmentally, in early adolescence. IF ANY PART OF THIS STORY, as it pertains to the discovery of intimate affection and expressions of physical sensuality on the part of the main character, with and for his older partner, could in any way offend your personal sensibilities or conflict with any laws, beliefs, customs, or obligations, whether of a moral, spiritual, psychological or legal nature, to which you are bound or subscribed... then you are urged to READ NO FURTHER, and to please skip the rest of this fictional, not-real, totally made up story. The Author trusts that you have been suitably empowered to render competent judgement concerning your further perusal of the following story. If, by chance, you are chronologically below the age of legal majority in the jurisdiction within which you are reading this, you are required to seek the permission of those responsible for you before you can be allowed to proceed. (If this bugs ya, then as soon as you're of voting age... vote the bigoted bastards out of Office... get some fair-minded folks in there... please! I can't do it all by myself...) Finally (!) the Author wishes to remind readers of this little tale that: This story is completely in the public domain, and no Copyright is retained in any form; do with it as you wish. No Reposts Will Be Sent By Private E-mail. Public reposts to this Group will be made as demand is perceived. Please observe Netiquette and post any comments, etc., to a.s.s-d. The Author gladly accepts and reads all communications from Readers: flames, hate-mail, bigot-spew, moron-drooling, etc., will be printed out on nice paper and used for kindling. The Moral of the Story is: Love is Good, Love always helps, Love is not bound by narrow Morality or strictured Legislation.. Love is Love, whether you're thirteen and gay or eighty-three and a great-great-grandmother.... so, enjoy!! **************************************************** At seven-thirty-two, Eric was awake. He slipped fluidly from the 70-millimeter, Panavision, six-track-digital-sound dream he was having (something about NASA using the school for a secret Space Shuttle base and the principal Mr. Zellman recommending him to be in charge of one of the underground labs... to the lasting envy of the other kids in his AP Sciences Class) to the warm comfortable reality of the dark bedroom and thick comforter he was buried in. He made two fists along his thighs, pointed his toes and yawned prodigiously, then smoothed the long light copper-red hair out of his greenish-blue eyes. The thirteen-year-old laid back into his pillow for a moment, remembering the wonder of the dream, and then turned on his side to gently wake Tom, his Best Friend. The boy ran light, delicate fingers along the muscular arm... an arm almost as big as his skinny legs! as he watched Tom's face composed in sleep. The boy propped himself up on on elbow, a tender smile on his freckle-dusted face. He ran his hand over Tom's chest and along his neck to his cheek. Eric bent his right knee so his leg lay across both of Tom's. "Good morning, I love you!" he whispered. Tom's dark brown eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to find Eric, cheek on hand, staring at him. "Hi kiddo! Sleep good?" "Yeah, I always do... how are ya?" Tom also yawned through a mighty stretch. "I feel really good Eric. I'm sure glad you're here!" Eric rolled over to lie partially on top of the man. "I love ya, Tom, I'm so glad you're my friend!" The big, warm arm snaked around the boy's slight frame and hugged him gently. Eric pulled himself up level with Tom's face and smooched his stubbly cheek. Tom turned, reached around the back of Eric's head, and pressed his soft lips to the boy. Eric made a contented "hhhhnnnn" noise in the back of his throat and gave himself over to his love. The boy had a thin, sharp nose and a small mouth, full of more orthodontia than any kid deserved.... a mouth with strong smile lines to accompany his twinkling eyes with their girlishly long gold-red lashes, so expressive of his intelligence and depth of personality. His freckles continued onto his bony shoulders and thin arms. Besides his shoulder-length hair, which he kept parted in the middle, his was the smooth, flawless body of early youth. Eric absently ran his right hand through the thatch of dark fur on Tom's chest while the man played hide and seek with their tongues. Eric snuggled closer until his dick was sandwiched warmly between them. One of Tom's hands drifted sensuously down the ridge of Eric's spine to rest on his bottom, the middle finger pressing ever so lightly in to space between the boy's cute globes. A certain glow sprang up between the boy's pale thighs. His boyhood reacted quickly, rising between them to nearly four inches of circumcised stiffness. Eric had been morbidly self-conscious about his 'dink' until he had met Tom... Tom said he "worshiped" Eric's dick, just the way it was.... and Tom had proved that, over and over.... Eric Hagen had met Tom McFeaugh at a computer/electronics swap meet, at the local high school... nearly a year ago, just after his thirteenth birthday. Eric had been seeking a much needed hard drive for his aging computer, and Tom had sold him one for a price that the kid could afford. Then he had helped Eric though the complicated installation process... then tutored him on the machine... and soon the lonely youngster had found the friend that he had been praying for most of his life, it seemed. Eric's Dad had died, at work, from a brain aneurysm, when Eric was eight. His Mother had gone downhill rapidly, so the next year Eric came to live with his Aunt, and his Mother and younger Sister had gone to another state to stay with his Grandmother. His Mother was still very sick, and he saw her usually twice a year. Eric's Aunt Beverly was nice to him, in a distant way, but her children were grown up and gone, and she was divorced. Eric knew she probably didn't want a teenager in her house, and that made him sad. When he realized that Tom was willing to listen to him, willing to treat him like a mature person... well, Eric suddenly found himself a LOT less lonely. It had taken the two of them nearly four months to become close enough to begin discussing each other's sexuality. It then took them four minutes to realize that both of them were gay, and both of them wanted the other in ways they had been terrified to bring up. Eric had simply exploded emotionally. It took many weeks for him to get his new-found feelings under control.... weeks of near hysteria, uncontrollable crying, mood swings; even Tom had been hard-pressed to maintain his composure for Eric. But they got used to it, used to being in Love, and Eric knew his life would forever be better. Eric's sexual experience prior to this had been of the 'do-me-and-I'll-do-you' handjob variety, mostly on Scouting campouts with his friend Brian. Then, there was kind, gentle Tom in his life, and the boy was suddenly immersed in a world of feelings he could never have imagined on his own. Much to Tom's joy, the kid had discovered that he really, really liked that aspect of their relationship, and the boy found that he was as good at 'giving' as he was 'receiving'. Just now Eric was thinking he could really get into a little 'receiving' behavior... and that's what Tom had in mind, as well. Eric had left his house just after two AM and had ridden his bike the few blocks to Tom's, letting himself in and slipping into bed to sleep the rest of the night. His Aunt slept so soundly that he had gotten accustomed to getting himself ready, anyway, in the mornings... if she ever asked, he would just say he had to be at school early for some reason. He had worked it out so he and Tom could have whole weekends together, invoking bogus camping trips and other untraceable excuses. But Eric loved the weeknights he spent with Tom, and they always woke up early enough to.... Tom had rolled him on his back and was supporting him with one arm, and stroking his sensitive balls and hard boycock with his big soft hand. The aroused boy gazed into his lover's handsome face. The thirty-four year old man had dark hair, large, dark, kind eyes... Eric could stare into Tom's eyes for hours... he had a spray of gray at each temple, he was five-eleven, one-hundred eighty pounds, and kept in good shape running and hiking. He was fairly hairy, which excited Eric in no small amount, and between his muscular legs was five and half inches of up-turning cut dick, over low-hanging large balls. Eric loved to curl his small fingers in Tom's ample pubic hair while he nibbled and sucked on those balls... sometimes making Tom come without even touching the man's cock! Tom kissed the side of Eric's neck, whispered "God I love you!" in his ear, kissed the boy's freckled shoulder, kissed his skinny pectorals, his ribs, his hairless underarm, down to his elbow, over to his belly, running his wet tongue around and into the quivering teenager's navel, then down his left hip and thigh to his knee and back up, spreading Eric's pale legs apart as he came slowly back up to finally rest between the boy's thighs, gently pulling the wrinkled silken ballsac into his mouth as Eric lifted his legs and draped his feet over the small of Tom's back. Eric wriggled down into the bed and reached out and up to knead and massage his wonderful man's thick shoulders... learning to say 'I love you' with his hands, and then he felt the pressure of one of Tom's fingers between his legs under his nuts... the boy thrilled with anticipation as he realized that Tom was going to really do it to him... give him something that was relatively rare between them. Eric felt the cool wetness of the lotion on the man's finger, pressed up against his clean boy-pucker, and as his throbbing boner was suddenly engulfed in hot, wet, kidsex heaven, he felt the insistent pressure deep in his butt. He relaxed and pushed out, like Tom had taught him to do, until he felt an intensely erotic fullness at the base of his balls, coupled with the unbelievable sensations streaming from the head and shaft of his penis. Eric happily gave himself up to his man, his love, this incredible moment. Eric wrapped his arms and legs around Tom like an octopus as the man synchronized his finger and his tongue. The boy felt the beginning rumblings of one of those sexual experiences that makes you glad you're an eighth-grader... he rolled his head back and forth in helpless abandon as Tom began to catapult him into boyhood ecstasy. His golden-red hair flew in all directions as he arched his back in sudden intense pleasure: Tom had found the bump of his boyish prostrate and was rubbing it in circles. Eric's eyes were tightly closed, his mouth open and gasping as his braces glinted in the dawn light. He alternately petted Toms's back and head and gripped the man's forearms while his skinny pelvis strove to keep his rock-hard boy-bone as deep as he could in Tom's mouth. The man was driving him insane again! Sometimes it was more than a thirteen-year-old could stand... to be so in love with someone who could do these incredible things with him, be so tender and so considerate... Eric, for some reason, recalled the first time he had jacked Tom off... how joyous it had been for him to have given the big man such obvious pleasure, how the warm semen had coated his childish hand and wrist (this before Eric could ejaculate reliably) and how Tom had hugged him afterward and cried... A bolt of sex-lightning struck the boy on the tip of his dick and radiated out to the ends of his rigid young body. "eeeAHHH!!" he yelped as the surge went through him. Tom pressed up into his butt and sucked, hard! all the way down to the root of his boy-shaft. Eric felt it coming, from a long way off, but quickly, rushing to him... another bolt of pleasure catalyzed him. ".... um! un! nnn! Tommmm...." the boy gave a weird, half-crazy sounding giggle. Often he would have this reaction when the pleasure was intense. He began to fuck enthusiastically up into Tom's swirling mouth. The boy was seconds from yet another impossibly good-feeling orgasm. "Tom! Tom! Coming, oh God, oh God, Tom... comingcomingcominggggg!!!" The frenzied boy arched completely up out of the warm bed, supported by his shoulders and his beloved Tom. Tom felt the boy's small cockhead flare out in his mouth and press itself up against the back of his throat. As the first rush of sweet teenaged sperm filled his tongue he heard his boy's high pure alto voice call out: "Tommmmmmeeeeeeeee....". The tight sphincter around his finger clamped him with each powerful pulse of the orgasming young boy's ejaculations. Two more solid pumps of Eric's joy flew free into him. Eric lowered back down to the bed with his gyrating pelvis locked to Tom's face, lost in the utter enjoyment of what his best friend was giving him. The boy continued to come hard for many ravishing seconds, although no more semen was available. It didn't matter to either of them... they loved each other, that's what counted. Eric finally began to relax (alas!) until he was seventy-four pounds of boy-jelly, a very satisfied grin on his cute freckled face, holding Tom's head lightly in his small hands. Tom slurped off his still half-hard boner and moved up beside him. Eric loved this part so much... Tom and the boy kissed each other, tenderly, exquisitely, so Eric could taste what Tom had tasted... sometimes it would turn the kid on so much that Tom would be compelled to jack him off again... but Eric was one completely spent adolescent. He wouldn't be ready for more sex for, oh, maybe another hour or so... Tom pulled his finger out of Eric's butt, leaving it lonely and disappointed feeling. Eric was so happy, so in love, so relaxed, healed, fulfilled.... the boy hugged Tom to him as he realized how lucky he was... thank You up there, whoever You are... They still had fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes before Eric had to get off to school and Tom had to go to work... (but Tom owned the company so he could play hooky easier... not that Eric hadn't once or twice.) Eric savored the last of Tom's deep salty kiss. "How was that, Little One?" "Oh, Tom... I, I came so hard, dude... it was awesome, really!" "Eric, how I love you, kiddo... you know that?" "I'll always love you, Thomas McFeaugh, I swear it!" "Kiddo, Eric, Little One, you're such a dream. Such a dream!" "You, um, you want to come a little, maybe? We got time..." "Good idea, how'd you know what I was thinking?" Eric wrapped his warm delicate hand around Tom's achingly hard cock and stroked s-l-o-w-l-y from the base up to the moist large head. He felt a shudder run through his beloved. He paused at the tip, rolling his fist back and forth around the man's most sensitive places. "Oh," said the boy breezily. "I just, kinda, figured it out..." (th' end) --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi