Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2001 00:55:34 +1030
From: stobiefaulkner@hotmail.com
Subject: Marty part 3 - My first boyloving experience

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	       Marty - My first boyloving experience part 3.


Little Martin grew quite sick with the flu about a week after our last
"encounter". Summer flu is always the worst. He tried to keep His chin up,
but the virus eventually got the better of Him.

As it was still the holidays, I spent nearly all of My time with him.
Cuddling Him to sleep, bathing Him and keeping His mind off His illness by
reading stories and such. Teresa commented that She couldn't have found a
better nurse, and that I was a lot like His Uncle Mark with the amount of
care that I was willing to give. "You really love Marty, don't You Jamie?"
She asked.

I blushed slightly and tried to look away, but Teresa held My eye with a
steady gaze. "Yes, well, I suppose I do, I guess" was My rather lame
response. Teresa came closer and said " I want You to tell Me the truth,
Jamie. Have You been having sex with Marty?".

I thought "Oh shit, here it comes" and braced Myself for a stinging slap
across the face.

When it didn't come, I looked back at Her, I could see the knowledge there
in Her eyes, shining like a beacon. My worst fears were realised then. I
could either run like a coward, or face up to it . I started trembling with
fear, visions of a cold, dank cell; with a six foot gay biker to keep Me
company for ten, or twenty years ran through My mind. But I swallowed My
fear and in a trembling voice, with tears starting to overflow My lashes, I
said the one word that I was sure would seal My doom. "yyyes" I muttered.
Teresa then moved away, Her eyes lost in thought. She stood looking out the
window for a few minutes, gave a sigh and looked back at Me with a smile on
Her face.

"I thought so", She murmured. "I know that My brother Mark used to play sex
games with Him before He moved away". "Jamie, Marty loves You very much. I
want You to promise Me that You will never hurt Him." "I promise" I said,
crying harder. Teresa then came over and put a warm hand on My shoulder. "I
knew something was going on right from the word go. That night when You
washed His hair, I heard everything that happened. It sounds like You were
caught by surprise." "Y-Yeah", I stammered, not knowing where to look. She
said "it's ok Jamie, as long as You don't force Him to do anything He
doesn't want to do, it's ok by Me". What?!!? Teresa thought it was ok?!!! I
sat there flabbergasted for about ten minutes, My emotions running around
like a cat in a yard full of vicious dogs. After I had calmed down a bit, I
went to check on Marty and gave Him an aspirin, at His Mum's request. I sat
there quietly with His feverish, sweat drenched little body in My arms,
tears of love rolling down My face, stroking His hair softly until He went
back to sleep.

The next few day's were quiet ones for Marty. The virus had taken a lot out
of Him and He tired easily. Instead of Me bathing Him now, We bathed each
other in the bath, or took a shower together. No sex was involved but We
both took a lot of Joy washing each other all over. Afterwards I would sit
in the lounge with Him and watch tv while I dried His hair. The sweet "boy"
smell of His hair is something I can recall with perfect clarity. When He
had fully recovered a few day's later, We both went fishing and swimming at
a secluded little spot that I knew of. The fish weren't biting, so, we
both, at the same time, dragged off our speedos ( He had a cute little pair
of blue and white ones that I'd bought Him) and leapt into the water at the
same time. We splashed around for awhile, Marty's favorite game was to
stand on My shoulders and I would stand up quickly and propel Him through
the air for a good distance. When We tired of this, We lay on a towel
together, naked, and let the summer sun dry us off. Marty looked up at Me
with those gorgeous big brown eyes and asked "Jamie, when are You and I
going to have bum sex with each other?" I replied with "I don't know,
spunky bum, (My nickname for Him) that's up to You...

He grinned from ear to ear and exclaimed "I wanna do it tonight!! please?"
I shrugged, not too willing to commit Myself. He knelt between My legs and
began licking and nibbling My ball sack as He gently stroked My cock. I
said "shit Marty, someone might come" He came straight back with

"You might" and then gave vent to a shrill peal of boyish, beautiful
laughter which scared the shit out of everything with a central nervous
system within 200 meters. When He stopped giggling at His delicious wit, He
went right to work on My cock with His lips. After a few seconds of this

He started sucking deeper into His mouth. Sensing that I was about to cum
He pulled back slightly, applied as much suction as He could, and danced
the tip of His tongue across the top of My penis. After a furious orgasm
that seemed to go on forever and a yell from Me that gave the local
wildlife another scare, I asked Him where He learned how to do that. He
said "That's what You do to Me, did You like it?" "oh god, yes" was My
reply. He licked His lips and said "You spoofed heaps that time" and gave a
cheeky little giggle.

On the way home, as it was hot, We stopped in at a local Milk bar for a
cool drink. When I asked Marty what He wanted, He replied with a cheeky
grin "Already had something to drink, thanks"

Both of us cracked up laughing, oblivious to the stares of the shop's
customers. I bought Him a coke and We pedalled home, Still chuckling over
Martins quick wit. The afternoon was uneventful,

We just sat around and played board games until about five o'clock. We were
both pretty tired out so I lay on the lounge with My butt against the
backrest, put My arms out to Marty and He snuggled up with a big yawn. We
slept for about an hour or so, and awoke to Teresa's gentle hand.

"Your parents have gone out for the night, Jamie. They left You a note" She
said handing over the bit of paper. The note said that My folks wouldn't be
back until late the following day. For a 15 year old, this is like a
reprieve from a long sentence. It means I didn't have to keep up My surly,
juvenile attitude while they weren't around. Teresa invited Me for tea, and
I accepted without a moment's hesitation. I liked Teresa, She had a warm
loving nature, and was as generous as possible. Even if not for Martin, I
think We would still have been friends.

After helping to wash the dishes, I made preparations to go home, Marty
sidled up to Me and whispered quietly "can I stay with You tonight?" I said
"Sure, but You better ask Your Mum, Marty". He tore off and came back a few
seconds later, dancing around like only an excited boy can do. "Let's GO,
Jamie!!! LETS GO!!!!" I thought He would wet Himself the way He was
carrying on and with a "Have a good night" from Teresa, We both scampered
over to My place, with a few clothes and Marty's PJ's. After a bath
together, We played on My old Commodore 64 for awhile.

Marty kept beating Me at the games, because every time it was My turn, He
would rub My cock through My pj's and make me lose concentration. After a
bit of this, I got My own back by tickling Him in His most sensitive
places. (The back of His thighs, armpits and feet)

After making Him breathless with tickling, He grabbed the back of My head,
pulled Me close and locked His lips with Mine in an endless french
kiss. Our tongues hunted each other for about ten minutes, He stood up and
started dragging Me toward My bedroom. The front of His pj's tented out by
His stiff little willy. Then began the best night of My entire life.

No sooner than We entered My room than He began pulling My clothes off. I
was naked in about 2 seconds, with My throbbing 15 year old cock pulsing to
the beat of My heart. I peeled Marty's pj's off, and as always was smitten
by the sight of His slender, sexy, nubile body. I quickly ran to the
bathroom and grabbed the large bottle of baby oil that was always
there. Upon My return I lay back on the bed and Marty leapt on top of Me
and began kissing Me again. After a bit of this I turned Him around, He
grabbed My cock and started pumping slowly, seeming to know instinctively
that I didn't want to cum too quick. I ran some baby oil into the crack of
His butt, and ran My finger up and down, gently. He stuck His rump up in
the air and I obliged by sliding My index finger in, surprised at how easy
it was. He said "Your willy will fit in My bum. I tried it with a cucumber
last night". I was worried that He might have hurt Himself, so I pulled His
butt cheeks apart and, as the light was still on and blids drawn, looked to
see if there was any damage. There appeared to be none at all. His hole was
well stretched too. Marty grabbed the baby oil and started massaging it all
over My cock, quickly spun around to face Me, and lowered Himself gently on
My throbbing organ. I felt the head of My penis touch the outer lips of His
cute little butthole. A few seconds later He applied pressure and started
to show the pain on His face. His sphincter started to give a bit and
suddenly the head slid in.

He yelped a bit, so I started to pull out, afraid that I might hurt Him. He
said "NO, NO, I WANT TO" so I stopped withdrawing and He then forced
Himself down, as hard as He could, right to the base of My cock. He sat
there for a few minutes, panting. He started moving up and down, gently;

After awhile We both started moaning, Marty the loudest as I masturbated
Him with My thumb and forefinger. After a few seconds of this He hopped off
and lay back on the bed, legs in the air and said "I want You to do what
Uncle Mark used to do. We used to do it like this. After You spoof in Me,
then I'll be Your boyfriend". I moved forward and slid My member into His
hole and continued to masturbate Him, as I pumped slowly. I could feel His
crescendo building and His sphincter started to grow tighter around My
cock. He cried out in His orgasm, just as I reached My furious peak, so I
thrust My cock in as far as it would go and filled His butt with My juices.

We collapsed into each others arms. After a while My slowly softening penis
slid from His well lubed butthole. We kissed tenderly and slept for a
little while in each others arms. Only to start again an hour
later............................


                             The end of "Marty Part 3"

                               I hope You enjoyed it

                               Part 4 available soon.

                                       Yours

                                       Stobie