Date: Fri, 26 May 2000 22:30:44 +0200 From: quin_le_har Subject: first-love part 7 (in 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... 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.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Because we were alone again, I ripped his pants of and sucked him three times, the poor guy was dry for some days after this. I know I wouldn't have cared if someone had been around there. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Back to the story: The last two races of the season were ahead, and we, Tino and I, were looking forward to it with a big smile on our faces, cause the races before went good enough to keep me in a position in the first ten ranks. After the accident with the wrong gocart and the lost race by that reason, this was not the worst case we could think of. But there was also concern for us, we had to think of a method to see each other more often in the winterbreak of the gocart championship. "If only something could make it possible to train for the next season in winter time," I sighed. "If not we have to think another way how we can be together more often." was Tinos answer. While we talked, Tino drove to the race track of the second last race for this season. The summer was gone, and the road was wet. And with weather like that, it would be tough to drive on an outdoor track. Both of us were thinking about this and a way to get together during the winter, as we arrived on the racetrack. We raised a tent, a big one, with large printings from our sponsor. We were the first team which had arrived so the papaerwork was done fast and the gocart was proved fast too. We got our official plomb on the engine and got the second engine proved too. Then we were alone again. I changed into the overalls and was about to change the slicks to rain-tires, when Tino jumped at me and pulled me to the ground. We had done nothing for about a week or so. He ripped the overalls down and started to kiss my chest. I thought about the training time, but then those thoughts were gone, as one of his long, motorgrease covered fingers demanded entrance at my behind. "no, Tino, what if someone comes in...," I moaned. He started to suck me like there was no tomorrow. The overalls down to my ankles I drew my legs apart further and his finger went deep in. I came after a short time, and Tino came up breathing heavy, kissing my belly button, and licking my tummy. After I recovered a bit, I asked him : "Tino, I think there has to be more then sucking and finger my hole, dont you think so?" He didnt answer for some time, and then said : "Yes there is, but it would hurt you, or worse it would gross you out, and I couldn't stand losing you." "What would gross me out," I demanded to know, " I simply dont think you ever will lose me, never ever, believe me." At this time I already had an idea how we could go further, but looking at his manhood and comparing this to his fingers, made me shiver slightly. "When you come back from your training we will talk about this," Tino told me, "but now you have to get to know this track while it is wet." We got the rain tires attached and soon I was driving down the race- track. Sometimes I turned the gocart 180 or even 360 degrees, it was not funny. When I run out of gas I went back to our tent with the gocart. Tino was nowhere to be seen on the track so I expected him in the tent. He was there, somehow zoned out. "Hey, whats the matter?" was my question. He snapped out of it and asked me what could be wrong with the gocart. I told him the reason. Tino didn't believe me, cause the gas would usually last for a 2 hour training time. I shrugged and pointed on his watch. "You know, I was thinking about what you said," Tino explained, "I think you know what would be the next step, but I also think you are too small for this." "AND I THINK," I told him loud, "we should give it a fucking try and see what will happen!" "NOW! HERE!" I demanded. (dumb, horny, teen I was) He replied calmly, "not here and not now, you would lose the race tomorrow, because you will hurt after this." Thinking of his beautiful but slightly bigger than average cock I gave in. The race-track got crowded by that time and we met some other drivers as usual. As I explained earlier, race is competition, but besides that we were a bunch of good friends who grew up together. There were 20 gocarts on the start on the next day (not the usual 24) and only 5 gocarts finished the race, I made it to the third place in that race. We came back home and as usual I told my parents what happened on the race-track (not in the tent mind you). My mother worried a bit about me getting hurt by a sport like this but since my dad is really good with words when it come to motorsport discussions between them I was allowed to move on. Then, when I was back in school the next day, all of my mates there acted really strange. I asked what was going on, but none answered me. I decided to ask the dean when I run into him. Bad decision! He called me in his office and asked what I would knew about one of my schoolmates, the only one I hadn't seen in the schoolyard that day. I told him the things I knew about this guy and he asked further, what else I knew. I said, "nothing". Then I was dismissed, but he didn't tell me what was going on. When I came out the dean's office his secretary took me aside and told me what was the matter. Ralf, a guy I knew from some classes, was found dead the other day on the railroad tracks. He took his life, but did leave a letter. Basicly he told in there that he had done what he did, because he couldn't live with being gay. Until that day I never had heard much about being gay, but I knew that some of the adults were saying that it was wrong. I left the office immediatly and waited on the end of the classes that day. When it was over I raced over to Tino's house, but he was not there. As Tino came home, he was surprised to find me there, but thought about the talk we have had on the race-track, so he took me into his room. He asked me if I would be sure that I really want to be fucked, and got the answer: "Not today." "Headaches?", he wanted to know jokingly. "No a dead mate," I explained to Tino. I told him the few things I got to know about Ralf's death. None of us could have done the same thing, but on the other side, we had each other. We hugged and cried because of the sorrow about Ralf, but also because of the joy of having each other. Tino told me that day, that soon he would have his own flat near my home. "I want you still in me, soon," I said to him. But Ralf's death had made a difference for us and for the people around us. The reason why he did, what he did, was discussed over and over until I didn't want to hear it anymore. My parents told me "this guy" was sick and should have been brought to a hospital, because of being gay. I didn't talk back, because I didn't know what my dad would do, if he would suspect something. 3 weeks later Tino's flat was set up and he hosted a great party there. All of our friends were there, also his parents and mine. When the party ended he asked me if I could help to clean up. "Off course he will help," my dad said. "We will start cleaning tomorrow in the morning," Tino told him, which gave me a way of asking to sleep over.. I was allowed to sleep over, but had to be home by the evening next day. Then all guests were gone and we stood there with the whole mess. "Where do we sleep?," I wanted to know," but more important, what do you have in mind with that wicked grin on your face, Tino?" Tino pulled me in the bedroom and kissed me while he stripped me. I tried to undress him too and when I was naked his hands joined mine. "Still ready for me?" he asked. I just nodded and saw him reaching for a jar on the cupboard. Tino raised my legs and started to lube up my crack. Soon his middle finger sank in and was joined by another finger. 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... And last but not least, thanks for the e-mails I got about the story. e-mail to quin_le_har@yahoo.com