Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2010 16:29:25 -0500
From: Dan Smith <dans734@gmail.com>
Subject: He Made Me Who I Am Today chapter 1

Warning: This is a fictional story containing adult material. It is
something in my mind that describes consensual sex between a man and a boy.
If it is illegal where you live to view any sort of adult or illegal
material please stop reading. If you are underage you should not be reading
stories like this so I will not assume any responsibility. If you are
reading this because your legal and you like this story please email me so
I can get ideas for future chapters. I do not condone any underage contact
between adult and child. I simply have a creative mind and put it to words.
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He made me who I am today chapter 1

The youngest of 3 kids I was forever getting myself into trouble. I lit
things on fire, I stole things just for kicks and up until this point
pretty much got away unscathed. My world changed a lot when my parents
broke up and eventually divorced. I had just turned 12 and I was a little
rebel. My parents had went their own ways and I lived with my mom. My dad
took an apartment in NYC and I lived with mom in the house that we used to
all live in. My brother and sister went with my dad. Not really sure how
that ended up being decided (even to this day) but it quickly became heaven
for me. I had a lot of experiences with sex from the time I was little with
my friends and loved to be with other boys. I had not ever been with a man
and life, as it turned out, was about to change a lot for me.

I had a lot of friends on the street. I had Jon and Chris, two brothers
both of which I sucked. I had Keith and Pat boys living side by side and
again both I was their mouth for.  I was 12, terribly shy about my own body
and awkwardly clumsy. When I'd try out for sports it was only because one
of my friends played and I'd get so horny seeing them in the uniform that
it made me want to play just to wear one of my own. That's how I met up
with and ultimately became Paul's bitch boy. Paul was a heavy set man and
always did things for boys. I can remember endless times a bunch of us
would sleep over and go swimming in his above ground pool he had. We would
play marco polo and sooner or later Paul would be heaving us in the air and
throwing us in the water. What none of us really put together back then was
that every time he would lift us he would grab us two handed: One on our
ass and one our cocks to cop a cheap feel. Paul never went further than
that with me up until then and I never got mad or anything I just figured
he did that and it didn't really bother me. My own dad never did anything
like that with me since he was always working so I let him.

Paul had the most beautiful son in the world to me named Michael. Michael
to me was a living God. I worshiped Michael's everything. We spent so much
time together doing baseball, basketball pretty much anything for me to be
around. He was my first true love.  Dark haired Italian and always wore
that cross around his neck I found to be so damned sexy. Michael and I had
begun our first sexual encounter at one of his dad's sleepovers.  There
were 6 of us in the basement room sleeping and he and I snuck off to the
back yard. I sucked his dick that night at like 3 in the morning and it was
the first time I tasted the cum of another boy. Up until then every boy I
had just dry cummed. He would always swear me to secrecy and especially
from his dad which I figured was for the same reasons I'd want him to never
tell my own dad so I'd always agree. He never once touched me, just me
blowing him and I was fine with that.

One one particular occasion, my mom, who by this point had basically turned
into a slut and was sleeping with different guys and staying out all night
called me to tell me she wasn't coming home and that she had food in the
freezer. I had gotten used to her calls but I was just feeling kind of
scared to be home alone and when I was on the phone with her I looked in
the fridge...Nothing...Looked in the freezer and it looked like everything
had been there for months. I was about to hang up and start to cry when she
came up with the bright idea: She spoke in a hurry and said "why not to go
walk down to Paul's house and see if you can sleep there"? Seemed
reasonable to me so in my usual sarcastic tone I told my mom to have fun
with whats his name. Hung up the phone and walked down the street. It was a
Friday night so there was no school the next morning. I rang the doorbell
and after what seemed like an eternity Paul came to the door. "Mr. Paul, my
mom asked me if I can sleep here. She's...um..staying somewhere tonight" I
said sarcastically. "Well it's ok but Mike's with his mom visiting her
sister so it's just you and me is that cool"? he asked. "Sure I just don't
feel like sleeping in an empty house. Gives me the creeps".

I walked in behind him and he took me, as we always did, down to his
basement. I had known this man for at least 3 or 4 years and he never once
did anything with me other than the groping at his pool thing. We both sat
on the sofa and he turned on the tv. He looked to me and said "hey kiddo
I'm gonna grab a beer you want one"? I laughed and said sure knowing he was
joking and wouldn't ever do that. He walked back in the room holding 2
miller high life beers and handed me one. "Just don't tell your mom. Since
it's just me and you what the hell" and with that he cracked open the top
and flung the top to the side and I quickly did the same. My own mom and
dad never would have let me taste beer at all or for that matter any
alcohol. I admit I quickly downed the first one and was wanting
another. Paul just looked over and shook his head. "Wow son, you really
gulped that down. Try to sip the next one a little slower ok"? I nodded and
was rewarded with a fresh one. By this point he had begun his moves on
me. He motioned for me to come closer to him. He lifted off my tee shirt
which kind of scared me a little but all I said was why was he doing
that. He responded that it would be better if I didn't spill beer on it so
my mom wouldn't smell it on me which made sense. To picture my body, I was
12, I had my first armpit hairs maybe a month and was very skinny. I was a
darker blond haired boy with pimples a squeaking voice and a dick that was
unable to not become erect at a moments notice. Paul and I watched tv and
as we did he put his strong hairy hand on my chest and lay his fingers
against my nipples. I didn't really think much of it so I felt comfortable
letting him. I guess he knew he had me where he wanted me. I was still
slugging the beer and when finished he got up and brought the rest of the 6
pack in. He offered me beer 3, at which point I definitely had a buzz
going. I undid the top and far too quickly swallowed it down. "Take down
your pants for me" he quietly said. I just noticed you spilled a little on
your jeans". I didn't even think twice. I shucked off the jeans and he put
them with my tee on the edge of the other chair across from us. He sat back
down with me and again I found my way into his arm and halfway into his
lap. As he put his arms on me this time his left hand found its way to
where my crotch was on my white fruit of the loom underwear.  I admit I
thought it was kind of weird but by then I was now slugging beer 4 and
feeling no pain so I let him. Of course, nature took over and my once
flacid dick stood up to greet this welcomed visitor. He continued to very
quietly stroke it against my undies when once I guess it was rock hard he
leaned and whispered to me "have you ever gotten your dick sucked son"?
Well, I had by other kids but it was few and far between. Here was one of
my best friend in the worlds dad asking me. I shook my head no. He went
into full court press mode. "I think your a beautiful boy. I like young
boys such as yourself. If you promise never to tell anyone I'll suck it for
you if you want".  I offered no resistance. I basically just lay there as
he took down my underwear and lay me on the sofa. He looked down at me as
he was on his knees in front of me admiring my body. His mouth found my now
throbbing cock and he took control. The feeling of several beers in my
belly and his warm wet Italian mouth on my dick very quickly sent me over
the edge and I ejaculated into his mouth without the ability to even warn
him.  When I finished cumming I opened my eyes and tried to apologize that
I didn't try to tell him but he put his finger over my lips as to quiet
me. "It's ok son, I knew you were going to. Your body told me you were
about to and I didn't want to waste a single drop". He stood up and offered
me his hand. "Come on, let's go up to bed. I think you have had too much
beer and you need to sleep it off". I sort of half way got up and with him
at my side I walked the 2 flights to his bedroom and quickly fell onto his
and his wifes bed. Paul quickly undressed. It was the first time I had seen
him naked and in fact the first time I had seen a grownup naked except my
dad once when I was little and he came back from jogging and undressed
before getting into the shower. I was definitely drunk by this point but
still horny and my mind was focusing on his dick. He wasn't hung but it was
much thicker than me. He went to the table and took something out, smeared
it onto his now rock hard dick and told me to turn onto my belly. I at this
point didn't know a thing about anal so when I turned over I would not have
known about what was about to happen. I felt him lifting me and putting me
in a kneeling position. "Son I have ot tell you, I like young boys and I
realy like you. I didn't ever do stuff with you since you didn't seem
interested but I think your ready now". I am going to make love to you. Its
going to hurt but your going to do as I tell you to ok? I was so out of it
I just nodded feeling his hands on my legs and spreading my legs apart. At
this point pretty much he took over. His dick smeared with the stuff he
took from the drawer he pressed against my ass. I quickly turned around to
find him at my ass and about to fuck me. My heart began to pound as it all
became very real. I tried to offer resistance and I looked back and simply
said no but there he was...sticking his finger up into my ass as his other
hand found my cock. I was so torn. I didn't want him to touch my ass but
his hand was stroking me and I quickly lost all resistance. I lost my
virginity that night. It was a Friday, raining outside and lust consumed
him.

I lost my virginity on a rainy quiet evening to my best friends dad. He
pressed against my virgin hole and did a lot of muttering to
himself. Obviously I was not the first hole he violated and his need to cum
in me was strong. In the end, the mix of the beer, perversion and my
inability to fight him was such that he forcefully blew into me. I admit I
cried as he took me. I didn't know why he was using my ass and it surely
didn't feel good but I never tried to stop him. From that day on until now
there are so many parts of me that are forever changed.


I will write more about it and I welcome your comments.