From: an242915@anon.penet.fi (O-twist)
Date: Wed, 24 May 1995 14:01:45 UTC

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                      Monkey Bite Embraces

For  my  story I'll use the name Phil.  I'll start by telling you
the best thing that ever happened in my life  was Ricky.    The
subtle beginnings of our relationship began when he was seven.  I
was  ten years older.  His mother was a friend of my mother's for
God knows how long,  I'm not even sure how they met.  I was aware
of my love for other boys at the age of twelve,  that is,  to the
best of my recollection.  When I  was seventeen ,  I noticed
certain peculiarities in the relationship Ricky had with his mother.
I'm  sure  she neglected him more from ignorance than from spite.
His father had died when he was  two  years  old.  Ricky's  older
brother  Tom,  could do no wrong in the eyes of his mom.   he was
the oldest and filled dead dad's shoes,  and was never admonished
for picking on Ricky or Lee the youngest.   Lee was the baby, and
a great deal of attention was spent on her because  she  was  the
little girl dad had always wanted.  She was his pre-death gift to
her.  Subsequently Ricky as the middle child was left out. It was
not that Ricky was overtly abused, he was most of the time simply
ignored.  I couldn't help but see in his big brown eyes the
disappointment when for example he would show his mother something
he had made in school. It was obvious even to a seven year old that
the excitement and zeal she showed the other two was not for him.
I couldn't help but fall in love with Ricky and give him the love
and affection he so desperately needed.  After John (the husband)
had died my mother sent me over at least twice a week to help out
with anything around the house.  I was quite a handyman, but most
of the time I would find a way to do something with Ricky.    His
mother  (Cath),seemed  to be pleased that Ricky would finally get
"off his ass"and do something when I was around so he wouldn't be
in "her hair",  when in fact she had paid for Tom to be in a
summer hockey league, and paid for Lee's Brownee Camp. Ricky was
systematically, once again left out.  To my delight,  I spent
almost the entire Summer with Ricky.  His favorite things were
playing video games, going to the Movies, and watching TV. I of
course loved watching him. He had a beautiful face with  full
lips and a great wide smile, and big brown eyes with lashes just
a tad bit too long for a boy. He had a light thin  sprinkle  of
freckles  across  the  bridge of his nose which gave his ruddy
little boy complexion a final touch of beauty. I could write
pages about the sound of his laughter when we joked around, or
the sparkle in his eyes when he played his favorite video game,
or the sudden stillness and catchment of seriousness while
watching one of his favorite "Freddie" horror movies.I believe
Ricky became aware of my attraction for him that summer partly
because we were very physical. I loved putting my hand on his
shoulder or back,or ruffling his hair which was always a little
too long. He loved my touch. It seemed to be electric to him,
and he followed me around like he was connected to me by some
invisible cord. I tried to be as gentle and fatherly with him as
I could. I never overtly fondled him with my hand that summer,
(that  was the next school year) but we played wrestling and
tickling games which usually had some hidden erotic agenga to them.
A favorite game was,  Vigorously tickling his stomach.  He would
go into contortions,  and  shriek  with  delight. I would end up
overly apologizing while lightly rubbing his stomach with my open
palm saying "I'm so soooosorry"..all the while ever so lightly
rubbing his penis with my elbow at the same time. It usually
didn't take long to make a seven year old's hard-on in those
camouflaged shorts he always wore. Toward the end of the summer
we played this game a lot,  usually at his request. Ricky had
turned eight three weeks before the incident I am about to relate.
One day while over his house, shortly before school started,
I was in the bathroom taking a piss when Ricky burst in. I started
to put my cock back in my pants, but didn't. He said "Oh  sorry"
and started to leave (his mother had sent him for Windex or
something under the sink cabinet). I quickly said "oh it's ok I
don't mind if you don't, after all we are best friends", his
reply was "well I don't mind" and he began to look under the
sink, making his head exactly waist level with you know what.
Without making eye contact with him, I could see him glancing
sideways at me while pretending to look for the Windex, which I
could see was right out in the front of the cabinet.  With all the
restraint in the world during those eternal two minutes, I couldn't
help but get the most raging hard-on I've ever had. It was just
knowing that the boy I loved with all my heart, mind, and soul was
looking at it and not turning away. I finally said, "Sometimes this
thing  just  gets  real hard,..well,  I guess I don't have to pee
now." Ricky grabbed the Windex and said "Yea,  I  know  what  you
mean, mine does too".  He then opened the door to leave, but just
before closing it he hesitated and looked me right in the eye for
a brief moment,  and slowly smiled.   Then he closed the door.  I
stood there and a brief shiver of warmth went through  me  and  I
thought my mind,  heart,  and cock would burst.  At that moment I
hated this world that said this perfect love I felt for Ricky was
wrong. The week before school started we discovered another game.
It was called "Monkey Bites".   It began with me sitting  on  the
couch,  and  Ricky standing between my knees facing me.  A monkey
bite was when you grabbed a hunk of flesh between the heel of the
palm and the tips of the the four fingers.   It was  basically  a
four  finger  pinch,  but  my  bites  were delivered to the inner
thighs,  and those perfect firm globes of Ricky's.  Mine were not
really  pinches, I was really grabbing a a handful of boy-bottom.
I  would  press  and  wiggle  my fingers into his muscle until it
tickled the hell out of him,  and he would  squirm  and  beg  for
mercy.    That's when I would stop and say "My baby monkey better
be good or he might get some more bites".   He would  pretend  to
cry  and  say,  "You hurt the Baby monkey".   That was my cue,  I
would pull him into a gentle embrace.   He would snuggle his head
and "pretend-sniffles" in the hollow of my neck.   Then I, on the
very edge of the couch,  would begin to rub and knead those
perfect  round  globes  with  both hands saying,  "That's ok my
baby monkey, I'll make your bites all better. It didn't surprise me
after  the  third  time  we played this game that I felt his hard
little boner poking me in the belly button.   I know  he  had  to
feel my hard cock as I pressed against his inner thighs.  We held
the embrace for sometimes ten minutes.  Sometimes the play dialog
stopped  and  in the silence I would smell the fresh scent of his
hair and drift away,  imagining the time when there would  be  no
clothing  between  our  Monkey  bite embraces.   It was on one of
these occasions that we heard Tom coming up the front  walk,  and
so  had to loosen our embrace.   With my hands on his shoulders I
looked him in those hypnotic brown eyes and said "I  really  love
you,  you know that" He gave me a twisted angry look, and a quite
startling, "SSHHhhh!"  He thought I said it too loud with Tom
coming in and all,  cause he then pulled his mouth  to  my ear and
whispered  "I  know  that".   The busy school year had begun.  I
didn't get to see Ricky as much as I wanted.   Most times were in
fact when his mother called me to baby-sit him.  Tom would be out
and she would be taking Lee someplace.  I would rent a  video  on
the  way  over  and we sat together on the couch.   The couch was
against a wall that was perpendicular to the tv, so I usually sat
at a forty-five degree angle in the  corner  of  the  couch  with
Ricky  snuggled  beside  me.   This position was a must specially
with horror films.   It was one of these times when I had my  arm
around  him cupping his right hip,  (to pull him tight during the
scary scenes),  that I began to ever so slowly stretch  my  thumb
toward his crotch. I moved a little to snuggle better into my
corner, and in the process moved my hand a half inch closer to his
small bulge.  He must have noticed because I saw him look down at
his lap.  The moment was truly electric.  Did he know how nervous
I really was.  I had never touched him there with my hand before.
By now the end of my thumb was only a quarter  of  an  inch  away
from  what  looked like the tip of his cock.  It was hard to tell
because he had loose pants on. Just when I thought I would
physically start shaking, Ricky let out with a big stretching yawn
and in the process had moved his right leg straight out on the
couch as far as he could pretending to get comfortable, and...
causing my hand to slide quite easily on his crotch. He glanced
down briefly, and then back at the tv. I was instantly erect and
going out of  my  mind  with  excitement.  An  extremely  small
downward  pressure told me my thumb was on the head of his little
cock while my first three fingertips were on his shaft. It  was
already  hard  and had to be at least four inches long. I pushed
down with my thumb under the head of his cock,  and it jerked up
with a quick pulse. I did it again, it did it again, I did it, it
did  it.   Well,  in the course of the hour long movie, (which I
couldn't tell you a thing about),  moving very  gently, I
eventually  had my fingers completely cupping and massaging his
balls while my thumb stroked the full length of the under side of
his cock. When Cath came home we shot the shit for about ten minutes
and  said goodbye.   She walked to the kitchen and Ricky followed
me to the door.   He usually did.   At the  door  I  knelt  down,
pulled  him  over by the waist and gave him a big hug and said "I
really hope you enjoyed EVERYTHING tonight",  he gave me  one  of
his  conspireing  grins and replied,  "Don't worry Phil,  I liked
EVERYthing." When I drove home I  was  on  an  emotional
rollercoaster with my hormones doing jumping jacks. In the
excitement of the evening I had forgotten to tell Ricky some
important news. As a matter of fact,  lost in my "Ricky-Summer" I
had almost forgotten  myself. I had joined the Air Force on the
delayed entry plan seven months before.  I wanted to tell Ricky all
Summer, but always managed to put it off because I knew he wouldn't
be happy about it.  I was beginning to have second thoughts about
it, what with  the  way Ricky and I were getting close,  but I
decided the next time I baby-sat him I would tell  him.