Date: 9 Mar 2002 19:06:42 -0800 From: Dave Subject: first Tele (Adult Youth b/MM) Warning: This document contains Adult Material. If it is illegal where you live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Adult material offensive, you may also leave now. If you have not left, then it is assumed you are either not illegal And/or not offended. So sit back and hopefully enjoy. Feedback is cheerfully encouraged! If anyone that would like me to write a story about your experiences send me an outline. Please send mail to: davmay699@icqmail.com. First Tele By Dave I was born shortly during the Germany blitz attacks on England during World War II. I was just learning to walk when the allies launched D-day on June sixth 1944. We were still living in a brick apartment in central London in 1950. I was eleven years old when television was sweeping over London. My family didn't have the money to buy one. I was invited to watch TV in the apartment of a couple of retired gentlemen that lived a couple of floors above our apartment. They were retired from public service. They still dressed in business suits because they were comfortable in them. One was Mr. Jones and the other one was Mr. Barns. They were very funnymen. They always had a joke to tell when they passed my parents in the hall, the stairs or lift. I didn't always understand the joke but my parents liked and trusted them. When they offered to let me watch their Tele any time I wanted my parents agreed as long as I was no trouble. They told me not to be a pest and behave like a young man when I visited them. In those days the Tele was in black and white and the screens were sometimes small with large heave boxes around them. They had a fairly large one for the day. It was a twelve- inch screen. Because the screen was so small the furniture was placed rather close to the Tele. They had a large overstuffed leather chair right in front of the Tele with small couches flanking the Tele and a tea table between everything. It became my habit to get home from school and leave my school jacket and stuff and go right up to their apartment. There was not a lot on then and the BBC controlled almost everything on the air. Just the same it was a thrill to even watch the news. Mr. Jones wanted me to call him Tom and Mr. Barns wanted me to call him Herb. I got use to calling them by their first names in private. A lot of times when I would get there one of them would be sitting in the big chair. They would invite me to sit on their laps to watch. I would sit on their lap and they would put their arm around my shoulders. The other hand would rest on my knee. They would squeeze my knee when they wanted to talk to me. They would have tea, lemonade and sweet treats for us to enjoy while we watched. I would have to excuse myself a couple of times a night to go to the loo and relive myself. As the days passed they would move their hand up the inside on my leg and run it under my short pants. They would feel my little Willie and it felt good. Then Herb slipped his hand under my nickers one-day and took my Willie between his thumb and fingers and sat there stroking me up and down the feeling thrilled me. My heart felt like it was in my throat. I knew what they were doing was suppose to be dirty but I liked it. They didn't have to ask me not to say what we were doing. I knew what we were doing was something I was not suppose to talk about. The idea of it being wrong made it even more exciting. Each day they took turns holding me on my lap. They would unbutton my shorts and pull my nickers down around my thighs and stoke me until I would have a dry climax. One day while Tom was stroking me Herb knelt on the floor in front of us and took hold of my Willie and put it in his mouth. I didn't know what to do. In a few minutes I felt like I needed to pee. I tried to hold it as long as I could. When I could not hold it any longer I tried to pull my Willie out of Herb's mouth. But he would mot let me and then I had the most intense dry climax in my life. That led to them taking turns sucking me every day. At this point they would undress me so they could rub my body as they took turns sucking my Willie. Then Herb and Tom started undressing for our games. I guess now is the time to describe what Herb and Tom look like. Herb was a reddish haired man with red cheeks about five-foot six-inches tall. His tummy was round and hung over a little. His penis was big looking to me but I guess it was just an average one. He was circumcised like me. His pubic hair was reddish blonde and his scrotum looked like a little sack with balls the size of pin-pong balls. Tom was about five-foot seven- inches tall. His brown hair was sliding off the back of his head. At least he didn't try to comb his hair over the bald spot. He was rather trim and fit looking. He had a mustache that was thick and trimmed close at the ends. He had some hair on his chest and a line of hair all the way down to his pubic area. The black looking mat of hair above his penis was thick. Even his scrotum was thickly covered with dark hair. The biggest difference between Mike and Herb was that he had foreskin that was puckered around the end of his penis like an old fashioned sausage. I did love them so. Eventually they encouraged me to take my turn sucking their penises. It took me a while to get so I could get all of their meat into my mouth. The first time Mike came in my mouth I didn't know want to swallow it and it came running out of my nose. Eventually I learned to swallow it and learned to like it. The games became very interesting. They would suck each other as I sucked them or the other way around. Then they let me watch them take turns kneeling on the floor in front of the Tele over the tea table. Then the other one would squat behind him and guide his penis into the anus and fuck him until they word cum in ass of the other one. I was fascinated watching them and smelling the sweat and sex in the room. When they asked me if they could do it to me I was not sure if I could do it. They would take turns sucking me while I was standing up facing the chair. The other one would kneel behind me and lube up my bum and put his fingers in my bum. The day came when I was ready to try. Tom lay on the table on his back and I lay on top of him with my legs straddling his hips so that our penises were pressed against each other and we kissed. His mustache tickled me as it always did. Then Herb stood between Tom's legs and lubed my bum and his penis. Then he put it against the opening of my anus. When he pressed against the opening it hurt and I opened my mouth in pain. Tom stuck his tongue in my mouth and I almost bit it before Herb was in my anus. He was slow and gentle. When he came I felt so slippery that it almost felt good. We added that to our daily games until I got so I liked it too. As I grew up and got pubic hair above my Willie of my own I eventually was able to cum in their mouths and anuses too. We were always feeling and sucking when we were together. I was crushed when we moved to a village too far for me to visit them. At night now on cold foggy evening I sit in front of my Tele with a butt plug in my anus and my Willie in my hand as I remember those days with Tom and Herb. If you enjoyed the story and want more or have a story you would like me to write send your comments to: davmay699@icqmail.com.