Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2000 12:50:34 +0200 From: quin_le_har Subject: first-love-11 (adult-youth) Dear Reader; The following story is true. I shared it with some friends on the nifty-chat and they encouraged me to share it with the readers of the nifty-archive. Please be kind to me as English is not my Mother tongue... But are there any mistakes? That shouldn't be a problem since I have Kodes and my significant other, Lee, who are both proofreading the story and both are a great help for me, really big time. I learn the differences of the ENGLISH language in the different parts of the world that way and am enjoying that, maybe I will post some comment's of theirs they made about my way to express things, LMCAO. For comments to the story, mail to quin_le_har@yahoo.com. Any comments are welcome. If you don't have a e-mail account, or don't want to e-mail, come to the nifty-chat, some authors are there from time to time. It's a nice, warm and friendly chatroom. Come and see. If you are not allowed to read a story about sex between a boy and man, don't read it or don't get caught. (I was asked about publishing the story elsewhere too and here is my statement to this: The story can be copied and published anywhere, as long as the story remains to the exact word in its current published way and the publishing way is not a commercial way in any kind.) And I am sorry that you waited a bit longer this time, but the summer was full of work for me... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the morning Tino woke me up very early, we had breakfast and then he pulled out the nozzle of the enema set. "We have to make you less heavy," he told me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seeing the nozzle and listening to Tino, I stripped down immediately and headed to the bathroom. Tino followed me and connected the nozzle to the showerhose. I stepped in the tube and knelt down, as the nozzle was inserted in my butt. Then the water rushed in... When I felt full, I told Tino so and he helped me to get the enema out of me fast. We repeated the procedure only once... it was to get some more weight out, not to tire or arouse me... Then I dressed again and went down and out of the hotel. When we saw the weather outside, we smiled... fog laid over the race track and the ground was wet enough to see your face in it like a mirror. We changed the slicks to raintires. After that I got out on the track and warmed up the engine. There were other drivers on the track, and I saw where the problem points would be in the race. I got back to the box after the engine was hot enough, just in time to see an argue between Tino and another mechanic who demanded that Tino and I should argue too against driving a race on that day, cause it was too wet. "I am sure my driver can do it today," Tino said. "And I can drive the full race distance..." CRACK!!! (some gocart had crashed in a stack of wheels besides the racetrack) "...when I am not pushed out of the track by some other driver," I told them. The other mechanic muttered something, turned around and was gone. "Be careful," Tino demanded. It brought him an "OKAY MOM!" from my side... The start of the race went fine and until the 16th or 17th round all went fine for me too. Others had crashed and some gocarts didn't make it back on the track... but no one was hurt.. (except their egos..). During one round, I pushed the brake as usual on my brake point before a curve and felt another gocart slamming into mine from behind. So I had to brake for both of us but I made it. When I looked back after a half round, the other driver was far behind me. I didn't have to let him pass. When I came to the brakepoint of that particular curve again, I pushed the brake again, and was thrown forward from a hard impact again. The other one hadn't slammed his brake again. Again I made it through the curve, but my gocart (Tino's gocart) was damaged, it ran slower then before. The officials had seen these things happen twice, so they acted as the rules described and got the other driver out for a 10 second penality. The machine was slow, but I made it to third place for that race. The officials who were responsible for the security of the gocart told us we had to replace the frame for the next race, which was in the spring.. plenty time then we both thought. We didn't win the championship this year, but we sure had fun this season. When we went to the hotel, a driver and the mechanic who had argued with Tino came to us and told us they were sorry, the driver, a boy my age, was the one who bumped into me twice. We were about to check out of the hotel when a old guy, someone who did know my dad, came to us and brought us the breaking news... Since I would be 15 for the next season, I would have to drive in a new class and that meant a stronger engine which meant we would have to search for a new gocart. Tino asked for some photos from the race, some good ones showing me in action.. I didn't have any clue why, but remained silent. After a few minutes we got them and left the hotel. We bid the other drivers our goodbye, packed our stuff from the box and left for home. "Why did you need those pictures?" was my first question in the van. "Easy to say," Tino answered,"your sponsor is the person who will pay for the new gocart, and therefore he needs some pics of you in action and maybe you should pack the trophy too." "Okay but what do we do with our old gocart?" I demanded to know further. "We'll sell the engine and Mr. Karens can have the training seat from last year and the broken frame for his showroom. It will look good enough but used." Tino explained to me. Since Mr. Karens was a car seller and car-repair-shop owner he would enjoy that, I was as sure as Tino was. "We now only have to figure out how to be together over the winter," I told Tino. Tino said nothing.. When we got home, we were quizzed endlessly until we told them about the class moving. My dad went silent and Tino's dad too. Tino told them what he had worked out and Tino's dad was happy, but my dad still was not too happy , so I asked what the matter was. "You will have to work out over the winter to have enough muscle for the new gocart," my dad said, "and I don't know where. The gym doesn't allow guys under 16 and your school is not equipped with the stuff you'll need." I smiled and said "but Tino has an awesome workout-machine..". "..and I am happy to share it with my best friend," Tino added. My dad was happy now and we celebrated my third place. The next day we went to Mr. Karens and explained to him honestly and simply our plan. He did not even complain about the price for the new gocart. "It will be here in a week's time," he said. Tino and I were dumbstruck. "Ummm, why, if I am allowed to ask, is it so easy to get the new gocart?" I dared to ask. "Oh that's easy," Mr. Karens answered, "I will donate it as a gift to the sport." Tino started laughing, but I knew nothing about the tax-stuff at that time, and had no clue. However they both explained it to me. We called our families and went home to Tino's place. "I think you have to do some weight lifting now," Tino told me. I had other ideas and Tino got the answer, "I think you have to do that." When I started to undress him, Tino got the idea and almost ripped my clothes off. The clothes were gone, Tino was hard, I was the same, hard as a rock. I tried to push him down on the floor and fortunately Tino followed my actions. When I squatted over him, Tino knew what to expect and grabbed my hips. I slowly lowered myself while he tried to hold me up. "Hey why don't you let me down?" I demanded to know. "We have to build up your strength and besides that, don't you think we should lube you a bit?" was the answer. I spit in my hands and with a "That has to be enough" I smeared my spit over Tino's hot cock. Then I lowered myself again on him and felt the invading sensation of his cockhead sliding in me. Lower and lower I slid down until I felt his balls against my asscheeks. I smiled the whole time, though it had burned a bit at first. Tino started to lift me again and when only the cockhead remained in me, he just let loose. His cock slammed in and scraped over my lovespot. Mine was bouncing up and down, and Tino repeated this action over and over, while I was moaning and groaning in pleasure. I concentrated on my butt muscles and flexed them. It got me a sigh from Tino and I started hopping up and down. Tino came screaming after a short time and I got my jism all over his tummy and chest, even his chin was hit by one rope. I fell down on his upper body and we cuddled for a long time. It was dark outside when we seperated. And also that was not from our own intension, we were startled by the phone, Tino got it and pointed at me to be silent. It was my parents who were concered about my still being away, Tino told them about that I had worked out and that I was sleeping again on his couch, which was almost true, I just was in front of the couch and very sleepy. After Tino got permission to bring me over the next day in the morning, we showered togehter and went to bed, really tired out. TBC Any comments? I love receiving e-mail, so don't be shy and write, it's easy and the author knows that some readers are out there... Here I have to thank some of my readers who mailed me and, so I am hoping, will mail further. I won't tell the names, because I keep my readers privacy secure. e-mail to quin_le_har@yahoo.com