From: Misterioso Subject: Early Sex (b/b, m/b, true) Date: Mon, 26 May 1997 20:21:29 +0000 These are all true stories EARLY SEX Well, when I was about six to eight, we lived in a big house with a detached, separate garage that almost never got used; I used to go out in the garage with other boys from the neighborhood of the same age, and we'd pull our pants down and show off our boners and touch each others' dicks and such. When I was 11 we belonged to a swim club at an exclusive hotel nearby; I met a few boys there and we would go in the bushes or the locker room and do the same things. Then one day I was at the park near our house and was kind of lonely, and met this kid, he was about 7 or 8, and we started playing. After a bit we were wrestling and I was on top, he had his legs drawn up under him and in my stomach, so he wasn't like being smothered or anything, and we stopped in that position and just talked a little bit, then impulsively I reached down and tried to unzip his pants. He stopped me but he was laughing, and we talked and finally decided to go to a nearbly alley and he'd show me his and I'd show him mine. Well, we did, and we both had boners, and we pulled our pants all the way down and touched and played with each other. Then he laid down and I laid on top of him and he told me about having sex with his older brothers -- just the sort of stuff we were doing, really -- and a bit later I got on my knees and I was rubbing my nose with his dick. He laughed and said "you really like dicks, huh?" and I said "Yeah!" So he got on his knees and then he did something I NEVER would have thought of. He stuck my dick in his mouth! My response was "EEWWWW!" and I pulled back, but he just kept it in there, not really sucking, just sort of holding it, and after a bit I said "how can you stand that??" because I thought it was sooo dirty! But he didn't mind, and the next day we met again and this time I brought a towel (it was my turn to lay on the ground) and he did it some more, and I sort of liked it. Then he told me he did it to a friend who slept over and his friend did it back and fell asleep with his dick in his mouth. He told me he did it to his brother who turned out to be one of my classmates. We met about three or four times, and he did it to me until the last time, when I tried to do it to him, but I was real grossed out afterwards, and I didn't see him again for a long long time. Then I turned 13. I had a paper route, and met a lot of boys about my age that way. One boy was only 11 but he was very very cute, with almost white blonde hair and a big smile, and he used to like me too, so one Saturday we met our supervisor and paid for our newspapers, then we went to my house and in my bedroom I got horny with him and showed him my cock and he showed me his. It seem so small! I thought I'd never seen a dick that small, though now I realize it was only small compared to my lightly hairy pubescent one. I sucked it and he was real surprised and he did take mine in his mouth for a minute. Then my brother came home and we had to stop, so we went out on our bikes, and I was very horny and kept trying to find a place where we could do more, until he finally said "Stay away from me you queer!" I was real shocked and hurt! I just rode off on my bike, but I had never thought of this kind of thing as wrong or different until then. Then I met a boy who lived down the block and was a year older than me and one day when I went to see TV with him and no one else was home, he put his head in my lap and started feeling me up. After a while he zipped my zipper down but neither of us said anything. After a bit he took my dick out and played with it, and had me do the same to him, but that was all and I stopped seeing him because he was real effeminate and kept trying to get me to do stuff I didn't want to, like get fucked in the ass. A few months later I was sucking the dick of another boy about the same age, he was a paperboy too. He'd let me do it to him for money, but he didn't get hard most of the time, so it wasn't very interesting. One day he and I and his sister went to a private swimming pool several miles away, I'd never been there, their mom took us and dropped us off. I was almost 14. No sooner did we get there than this "really old guy" came up. I mean, he must have been 20 or so. He walked right up to me and said hello and told me his name. Then he pointed to a diving mask I had and asked if he could use it. I told him sure, and he said, come over to the edge of the pool and show me how you use it. Well, I told him there was nothing to show, except that you use a little water to wash the inside so it doesn't get foggy, but he insisted, so I did. He wasn't paying any attention to the mask, though. He said to me "Is that your girlfriend?" and I said "Well, sort of . . ." by which I meant I did like her and had wanted to ask her out, but was afraid of rejection. He asked me who the other boy was and I told him it was her brother, he asked me how old I was, I said 13. Then he said "Have you felt her up?" I was stunned. I mean, I wasn't even sure what that meant, and I couldn't believe it could possibly mean what it SOUNDED like it meant because no adult would EVER talk that way! So I said "Uhhh . . . not exactly . . ." After that I sort of don't remember what he said because I was so surprised and confused, but then he handed the mask back to me and said "Well, I'm going to go the bathroom now, I'll be in there for a while." Well, that puzzled me too. I said something like, "OK". But what I remember thinking was "You know, that sounds like something I'd say to a boy if I wanted to mess around with him in the bathroom." But I didn't think it could mean that because I knew adults didn't fool around. A while later I started messing with my buddy in the pool. He was in an inner tube and I pulled his trunks down a bit and talked to him while I stroked his cock and balls. A bit later we did go into the bathroom, which was also a dressing room with cubicles and drapes that you could pull closed on them. I sucked him in there, and he saw my boner and almost decided to suck it, but didn't. And we went home, but I was still puzzled about that guy. So a day or two later my mom said "You know that pool you went to?" "Yeah." "I don't want you to go there again." "Why not?? It's a neat pool" It was, it wasn't crowded and it was real big and the dressing rooms were neat, and -- "Well, you just can't." "WHY??" "Someone told me that there were the wrong kind of people who hang out there." Well, I told her no, my friend and his sister got to go there all the time, and there weren't any bad people there. And she said I could go again but ONLY with friends. But it started me thinking, and I thought about that guy. And all of a sudden it hit me what he had wanted. And I remember thinking "Well why didn't he SAY so??" So a few days later I rode my bike to that pool, but he wasn't there and I was alone and bored, so I went home. I mean, there were other guys there, old guys, who sort of looked at me but nobody talked to me or anything. Then I went back again a month or so later, and he was there, and he came right up and introduced himself again, and we talked a little bit, I wasn't too comfortable, but then he said he had something in his locker, I forget what, and we walked into the dressing area. He was talking away and he went to the urinal and he let me see that he had a big old boner with lots of hair (which didn't really turn me on), and then he asked about the girl and feeling her up again. I said "I dunno how to do that." "Oh, it's easy, sit down there, I'll show you how to do it" And I sat down on the seat of one of the cubicles and he pulled the curtain and sat next to me. "Pretend I'm you and you're her, OK?" and he put his arm across my shoulders, "and you're sitting together someplace private. You put your arm around her like this. Then you put your hand on her leg," and he put his hand on my thigh just above the knee. "Then you should kiss her or kiss her ears or neck-- you kiss her, don't you?" "Yeah," I lied. But he didn't try to kiss me, I would have run away if he had. "Well, while you are kissing her, just rub up and down on her thigh like this . . ." and he did it, sliding his hand up my leg " . . . and get closer and closer to her pussy each time you do it . . ." and he did but of course it was my cock, which was rock hard by this time. "And then when you think she won't stop you, just go on up . . . " and in a second he was stroking my cock and balls. Well, the lesson proceeded, and he showed me how to stick a finger in "her" leghole and rub her "there" and then to pull her panties down, which he did with my trunks, until they were at my knees. And he got me real real horny and then he said "Now I'll show you something real nice you could do to her," and he leaned down and took my cock in his mouth. He sucked me a little bit and I was almost shooting immediately, but he pulled back and slipped his trunks down and wanted me to play with his cock, which I did a little but didn't really want to, it was too big and hairy, and then he was sucking me again and I said "Off, off, it's gonna come out!" but he wouldn't get off and it DID come out and then I jumped up and pulled up my trunks and ran out, got my stuff and went home. Then when I was 15 I came home from school one day and I was amazed to see the blonde boy from my paperboy days sitting on his bike outside my house! I knew immediately what he wanted, he was 13 now and probably just as horny as I had been that day. But I was very angry with him and so I played a trick on him. I stood outside with him and we talked for a long time about all kinds of stuff, like did he still have a paper route and what high school was like. He was very cute, but I figured we couldn't do anything inside anyway since my mom was home, and so after a long time, almost an hour of talking, I told him I had to go inside. I know I left him as frustrated as I was that day he insulted me and I would have had sex with him after that but I never saw him again.