Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 08:57:43 +0100 From: quin_le_har Subject: first-love-4 (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 to me as English is not my Mother tongue... But wait, did the last installments have any mistakes in it? Hope not, cause I have a proof-reader since I started to post the story. So blame all grammar mistakes and missused words on him. His chat-name is Kodes, meet him at the nifty-chat. 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. Oops, just forgot something... A huge 'Thank you" to all readers who sent any comments to the story, keeps me writing, I know, I answered each one, but I really have to thank them here again. Those who did, know who they are and the list would be too long to retype it here. Guys keep mailing and I will keep sending parts of my time with Tino. Back to the story: So we had a last night for one week without disturbing people (like parents). Both of us knew that. Anyway, Tino had decided to wake me the next morning with his special method, when I awoke I had his hot mouth engulfing my cock again. To show him I was awake, I simply spread my legs wider than he had done it to me. Tino's response on that, was a muffled "mornin" around my cock (I laughed my ass off when I read my remarks on that in my diary). He started once again playing with my asshole, and finally (so I thought) inserted his middle finger in my ass, this time it was not greased, so it hurt. I didn't yell or anything, but my rear entrance clamped around his finger to hold it out. Since the finger was already in me, the muscles in my hole held the finger where it was and was about breaking it, cause I wiggled and squirmed, until Tino came up for air and yelling. Since the gocart-racing and its "problems" (crashes and other accidents) had me trained to lay still also if I was hurting, I calmed down and he withdrew his finger. He asked why I wiggled and my answer was somewhat rude but not a denial, which caused him to grin and spit in his hand. Then he reinserted the now slippery finger in my anus. Tino was experienced on that part and found that point in my rear very fast, it caused me to buck up and whimper. He went back to the "mouth-business" and got what he wanted in a very short time. Eventually we decided to shower. While that some other morning needs appeared to me, so I did what I ever did in the shower and let it flow. He looked puzzled, when I asked why, he told me he had just learned something new about me and he did the same thing I was used to doing. A short time later we dressed and he drove me back to my place. My parents were home and we told them what happend. NO, not what happend between us, but about the race and and why we (I) were disqualified. My mother wasn't involved in the motor sport thing, but my dad was involved. He was not angry and said something about trying to do better next time. We also told him that the little machine was ready for the next weekend. We had a specail agreement with the school, that I didn't have to be in school on Mondays after a race, so I had the whole Monday with my parents since Tino had to work in his father's firm. (I will spare the boring school details from the week.) Tino and I just phoned each other during the week, because his place wasn't that near to mine, but on Friday we were together again. Since my father had another sport's event somewhere and we had done well the last time we were on own, both pairs of our parents decided we could do it alone again. Tino became silent when we were on the road. I wondered why, because he was usually the guy who has a mouth that never was shut (ok I discovered earlier that his mouth shut was a good experience :-)). Eventually I asked him why, and he looked at me with fear in his eyes, then he told me again it was wrong what we did last weekend and yada, yada... "But it felt right", I said. Then I thought, I'd show him that it wasn't wrong. He was driving so he hadn't much chance to resist. I had his zipper open in a flash and was sucking him (horny 14yr old that I was) 'til the car sped up and I felt him cumming. It seemd he had saved his sperm for a week, because I had problems swallowing it all. When I came up, he said nothing, again. Then he slowed down and finally stopped the car. Tino looked in my eyes, with tears in his, I had never seen him cry, until that day and only few times later. "You know, we have to be careful with that?", Tino asked. I simply nodded and said THE words. "Love you too", was his answer. It was another beautiful day, we were in a forest and the street was nearly empty. I blew him another time in this forest and had another huge "protein shake" in my tummy. When we arrived on the race-track it was late afternoon and we had only time to make one test run with the cart, then we were gone to a party with all other racing teams. After that, I had to carry Tino to the van, and he was not in the mood to do anything that night. In the morning he had a major hangover and poor me had to take care of myself. I was not pleased by that, so I made a bet with him, if I would win this race, without damaging something of the cart I would be allowed to shave his hairy ass. The gocart passed the tests of the officials and after the training and qualifying period I was sure, if nothing of the machine would broke down, I would have a shaven ass on Tino by Sunday evening. Indeed I won the race and when we were on our travel back home I asked him if he would prefer to shave himself or if he would let me do it. "What" he whined,"do I really have to shave my ass?" "No, I will do that for you," I replied. When we were home at his place, another time alone in the big house, we showered together, then I took his razor and gave it to Tino. "No way, I don't want to be shaved there," he whined again. "A bet is a bet" he got to know. So I shaved him. And I had to repeat this each week, as he liked it much more then he had expected. "But, you have to be shaved too," Tino demanded. "I have no hair on my ass," I said. "Thats true, but you have some, on another place," he said with a sly grin. TBC Any comments? 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