Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2000 20:18:47 +0100 From: quin_le_har Subject: first-love-2 (gay/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 with me English is not my mother tongue. For comments to the story, mail to quin_le_har@yahoo.com. Any comments are welcome. If you are not allowed to read a story about sex between boy and man, don't read it or don't get caught. Thanks folks, I never expected that huge response that I received on the first part. You all, who mailed me, demanded more to read from my first love, so I will tell: (I dug out my diary from that time and reconstructed as much as I can) The warm up training was over, before it really started. Cause my cart...er..'Tinos' cart broke down, I had burned the engine. Fortunately we had (also with the lack of money) thought of that situation and had a replacement-engine in the van (no not the engine "of" the van, that would be to heavy) We replaced it right in time and I had our cart working on the track soon enough for the race. The race went good for me, I was leading when the finishing flag was showed to me. After the race the carts of all drivers went to the proving area, where it was proved on not allowed changes. When I saw that, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was disqualified. The engine had to have an approval sign from the officials, who had proved the engine before the training track. No other engine is allowed. We had forgot that. I was known as an honest guy, so I blamed myself for it and went to the officails before the lack of that sign was discovered, We were disqualified but only for that race, if I had not reported the problem to the officials, we could have forgotten the whole race season. Tino and I were really sad, but our image had improved -- "too honest for our own good." We drove home in silence, Tino wanted to take me home, but I knew that no one was there, cause my parents were away for that weekend and had not expected me back before monday evening. "I didn't take a key with me, Tino", I told him. (that was a lie, but who cares now?) So we drove to his house, where he lived, with his parents, but in his own part of the house. No one was home here either. I smiled at that, he discoverd the smile and went furious, "How can you smile after that dumbest thing you did today?", he yelled. I asked why he said it was dumb to suck him back. And he started laughing, "You are too funny, believe me, no one could ask that now." He was not angry anymore and that was what counted for me. But I was confused, so he got that and explained that he never had expected, I would report the engine-problem to the officials when I had won the race. "So that means we can suck each other now?", I thought out loud. "No, first hit the shower, you stink!" I was told. You can imagine my answer and because of that we hit the shower together. I never thought before that anything could happen in a shower, but Tino showed me otherwise. When we stood in the shower, he asked to wash me and I agreed. First he soaped my back, his huge hands went deeper 'til my asscheeks were cupped in them, each in one hand. His thumbs were spreading my asscheeks, when he dropped on his knees. He demanded that I should lean against the wall and draw my crack wide open. Next thing I knew his tongue was on my rear entrance, circling around and piercing in. He said relax, and I tried. At first I couldn't relax, it was too unusual. But I surprised myself, I discovered, that it was not as gross as i thought about. Then I relaxed a bit and his tongue pierced in. It was replaced by his finger soon. The finger went in and out, fast and twisting. I gasped when he found the spot. "Ahhh, there it is" he giggled And he hit it two times more. Then I felt something going on, he tried to insert another finger, I clamped but then relaxed once more. Both fingers scraped over the "magic spot" (so I called it until I learned that it is called the prostate). His other hand searched for my nipples, and when the hand had found one he squeezed it. When his fingers were scraping and hitting the spot I was hard as I could get, but when he squeezed my nipple, I couldn't hold it any longer, I was screaming and shooting three or four times until he let me go. His fingers released my ass and nipples and he held me tight. I was crying now, "How could we be so dumb, not thinking on the aproval sign on the engine", I sobbed. "Dont be silly," he returned, "its done and your great thinking has covered further damage." I looked at his eyes (those cute green eyes, oh how I miss those eyes) and asked about not touching my cock, and even though cumming like that, "how is that possible?" He answered something I didn't understand about nerves and bodyparts which are more sensitive. (Now I know, but I was young that time, remember) I didn't dare to ask for this time, I just soaped his back like he did before to me... Then, when I had done the same things he did, till spreading his asscheeks I saw his hairy hole, clean but hairy. He told me I didn't have to do. I simply told him to, "Shut up!" I started eating his ass, while I wondered if I could get him shaved there.The same treat he gave me before, he received now. Soon my fingers were inserted and eventually I hit his spot, With three fingers I massaged him reaching for his nipples I copied each action he did to me before... Then he came, and my hand let his nipple go. I collected his cum in my hand, and we shared it. We both were happy, that time, even if the race didn't go as well as we wanted it to go. Kissing and drying each other we stepped out of the bath, when the phone rang. His parents called, for some reason they expected to be home at this time, but they only told him, that he would be alone another evening. Tino told me that, with a big smile on his face. I eagerly looked forward, imagining what could happen that night. TBC So this is the second chapter. I hope you enjoyed it as well as the first one, comments are welcome (any comments). write to quin_le_har@yahoo.com