Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2006 13:07:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: remo maeder <remo.maeder@yahoo.com>
Subject: My So-Called Life (chapter 1)

This is a story depicting sex between underage boys and men, and between
men. If this is illegal according to your laws or immoral according to your
beliefs, please leave now. Otherwise, continue.

This story's copyright is sole ownership of the author. While the story can
be read and shared for free, reproduction of this story for commercial
purposes in print or otherwise is not permitted.

This story is as close an account to the true events in my life so
far. There have been ups and downs but so far I am enjoying it.

comments: remo.maeder@yahoo.com flames: trash bin


MY SO-CALLED LIFE


I open my eyes to the blazing noon sun. The room is filled with smoke and
the smell of spilled beer. I close my eyes again to drown out the noise in
my head. I try to remember where I am. I look around the room. Ah!
Yes. Paris. In Pierre's flat. The morning after that wild sex party. I look
around for the men, and realize that only Joe was left by my side. Ever
reliable. That's why I love him.

Oh. I forgot. About me. I am Paolo. Twenty-three years old as of three
months ago. Totally at the top of my game as a singer, and formerly
one-fifth of a once-famous boy band. Now, I am four months into my year
long backpacking trip with my wonderful boyfriend Joe. Our trip was to be a
vacation from our hectic life and an exploration about our commitment
together, before we tie the knot.

Which explains what I am doing, stoned out of my wits and totally fucked to
satisfaction in Paris.

But before we get here, I should tell you about the life that led me here.

CHAPTER I: YOUNG, SEXY AND DARING

Looking back to when I was 12, I would have never thought I could be
considered famous in ten years time. I was born to a middle class family in
rural Philippines. While not really rich, my family got by pretty well. I
was the only child, and as such I was pretty much sheltered from the
world. My parents worked hard; my mom as a secretary and my dad in the
farm. They didn't dwell much in my young life, often meeting only during
dinner time and Sunday mass. I didn't complain. I know they loved me well
and they're work kept me from the streets.

I lived most of my young life under the tutelage of a nanny (who was also
our cook). Another figure in my young life was the family driver Danny.

I was a shy boy. Not being able to go outside of the house as I pleased, I
tended to keep away from children my age. Instead, I played with my toys
and read lots of books.

I learned about sex at an early age from the books in the library. Most
were the novels my parents read when they were in college. And some of
these books described the acts of making love. While they depicted a man
and a woman making love, I always wondered what it felt like to be the
woman in the stories. Alone in my room, I would often run my fingers across
my slender body as the men in the stories do to the women.

My increasing curiosity about sex focused my attention to Danny, the
driver. Danny, at that time, was 27 years old. He was married with two
daughters much much younger than me (I knew this because his family often
visited him on Sundays). Danny was from a far one of the small villages
outside town. I would later know that he had always made his living from
hard labor which had sculpted him the body of a brown demigod. Danny lived
with us in the house, as with my nanny, in separate quarters in the
basement. Their respective families often visited them (or they visiting
them as the case may be) on Sundays and holidays when they did not work. My
nanny often went home on her off days, but Danny usually stayed since his
home was at least half a day's trip from our house.

When he was not driving for my parents, Danny spent his time in the garden
doing various stuff or fixing the car. My attention was now focused on him,
as he was the only man around. When before I was always stuck in my room
during the day playing, I would now bring my toys outside so I can see his
shirtless body. I would often stare at him for hours, and he would
occasionally smile at me -- just as some gentleman would smile at a kid. I
would sometimes engage him in conversation when he is fixing the car,
feigning interest in the machine. This had allowed me to get close enough
to him to smell his aroma. Still I was afraid to go any further.

I found my courage one morning when I saw Danny go from his room to the
basement bathroom in his underwear to bathe. I could see the bulge of his
flaccid dick outlined and I could only imagine what wonder lay inside. I
immediately snuck into his room and hid myself in a small cabinet
containing an assortment of tools. I arranged myself so I can see the whole
room through the old large mirror that was stored there. And I waited.

Soon enough, Danny came back in all fresh and ready for the day. He had a
towel wrapped around his perfect torso with little rivulets of water still
running down his abs. He closed the door and I held my breath. I was too
excited. My first view of a real live cock.

As if in slow motion, Danny faced the mirror and let the towel fall. I
could see his perfectly formed back and butt and from the mirror his semi
erect cock, my prize. My eyes were glued. He took a minute to admire his
body. Just when I thought he was about to get into his work clothes,
something happened.

Danny rummaged through his things and got out a tattered old magazine, then
he sat on the edge of the bed and began stroking his dick. I would later
know that Danny was just a little bit over 7 inches but wide, but from that
vantage I thought it was really huge.

He was jerking off! I couldn't believe my eyes. Danny looked intensely into
the pictures in the magazine while his fist furiously pounded his cock. My
heart was in my throat! Danny closed his eyes and looked intense and in
pain. With low moan his muscular body suddenly and violently jerked, and he
shot some stuff from his dick (I still did not know what cum was). After a
few more slow strokes, he was breathing heavily. He wiped his dick with a
towel and got a rag to wipe the stuff from the wall. He then proceeded to
dress up.

As he left the room, I let out a slow sigh. I was still digesting what
happened. I went out of my hiding place and went to look at the tattered
magazine that made Danny horny. It was an old Hustler magazine and on the
open page was several pictures of a man fucking a woman doggy-style. As I
looked at the face of the woman in the pictures, I could see the faint
smiles of pleasure as the man fucked her. I also saw the intense look on
the man, as intense as Danny was just a few minutes ago. I vowed to do
everything I could to feel that intense pleasure. And my man would be
Danny.

Exactly two weeks after that, I got my chance. My parents got an invitation
from relatives living in a faraway city to visit for a family gathering. My
father decided that we should go. Since there was no one of my family left
at home, my father decided that my nanny and Danny should go with us.

We arranged ourselves in the minivan with my parents up front, the nanny
and the luggage in the middle and me and Danny in the back seat. I knew the
long drive would allow me to plan many things. A few hours on the way I
said I was sleepy and asked if I could lay my head on Danny's lap. I
feigned sleep and soon had my head directly over his cock with my hand on
his thigh. With every little bump my hand brushed his thigh. This elicited
a response from his cock, which was getting hard. I could tell that he was
getting uncomfortable, thinking that he would poke me, since he tried to
move my sleeping body away. But I just laid there and felt the wonderful
warmth from his manhood. Still I was too afraid of his reaction if I went
any further. So the trip ended with me just feeling his cock on my cheek
through his shorts the whole way.

The weekend at my relatives went along pretty uneventful. Danny stayed with
the other household staff and I was too preoccupied with playing with the
various toys of my cousins. I could say that for that brief time, sex was
not on my mind. As the weekend drew to a close, my parents were asked to
stay for one more day because of some things the adults had to discuss. My
mother said that I could not afford to miss one day at school since the
school year was ending and there were exams. An uncle suggested to send me
ahead with the minivan, and he volunteered to drive my parents home a day
after since he was going to our city anyway. To my excitement, my father
agreed it was a good idea and decided to send me home with Danny and the
minivan. Until we left, I just kept to myself devising a plan to get Danny.

I decided not to revive Danny's discomfort on the way home. So I stayed at
the back of the van reading and sleeping along the way. When I got home, I
was going to spring my trap.

We arrived already late in the evening. My plan was working so far, because
Danny was not still wary of me. He usually ate in the kitchen but tonight
since he and I were alone in the house I asked him to eat dinner with
me. The silence was occasionally broken with him asking if I needed
anything. I tried to be a bit aloof -- just like the kid of the boss would
be. I said I would retire to my parent's room so I can watch
television. Danny proceeded to do the dishes and prepare himself for bed.

After freshening up I was ready for the next phase. I wore some shorts that
were a bit too short for me and no top for sleeping. I then went to the
kitchen where I found Danny smoking, also in his shorts. I said that I was
afraid sleeping in my parent's room because it was too big. I asked him to
sleep in the room with me. He hesitated a bit but finally agreed.

I directed him to sleep on one side of the king sized bed. Then I went to
the other side and said I was going to sleep. I told him I wanted the
bedside lights on as I always slept with a light (he has never seen me
sleeping until tonight).

I waited for him to fall asleep. When Danny started snoring softly, I knew
I had to act. I slowly put my hand over the bulge on his shorts, ever so
lightly cupping my hand over his soft dick. I left my hand there for a few
moments, testing if he was going to wake up. He continued to snore
lightly. Becoming bolder, I moved the band of his shorts down. I was
delighted to see he was not wearing briefs. Now I had my first close up
encounter with a grown man's dick! I ran a finger lightly across the length
of his shaft. Danny seemed still fast asleep but I could see his dick
growing. I continued my ministrations until I got a fully erect man cock
for me to play with. I then kissed lightly the tip of the head, flicking my
tongue across his piss slit. He didn't move. Pushed by extreme horniness, I
threw all caution to the air and began engulfing his man cock with my
twelve-year old mouth.

I didn't get to the base of his manhood, when Danny suddenly jolted wide
awake. I was startled and stopped mid-suck and sat down. It took a while
for it to register to him that I was about to suck him. As his sleep
cleared, he looked at me with a combination of disgust and fear and roughly
pushed me away.

"What are you doing!" he screamed, but he did not cover his dick -- which
was becoming softer.

Luckily I also had this planned. With cool composure I stood up, and slowly
took off my shorts. He just looked at me and covered his dick with a
pillow. I crawled over to him, like a cat would to its prey. My eyes was
firmly locked on his. I could tell he was getting scared. I got to an inch
from his face, I could feel his rapid breathing.

With the steadiest voice I could muster I told him, "All I want is to suck
you. And you know I could get you fired if I don't get what I want."

He opened his mouth to protest, but I put my hand over it and suggested
that he keep silent. I had him under my control. He could easily break me
in two, but I had the power over him.

Without taking my eyes off his, I took the pillow covering his dick. I
tugged on his shorts and he raised his butt to free it. Still with my eyes
on his, I pushed his legs apart. There was a moment of resistance but I got
him to spread them. I now had full access to his cock. I slowly licked his
now soft dick to its glorious hardness. I licked on his balls, taking in
one after the other. His breathing was getting shallower. I slowly sucked
from the head to as near to the base as my inexperienced mouth would
allow. I savored every sweet inch of his man cock.

All this time, my eyes were locked on his and his on mine. I felt that this
was the power that kept his muscled arms from pulling me off his
dick. Sweat began to form on his forehead and chest, and slowly trickled
down to form a tiny pool in his flat stomach. With my mouth, I imitated the
motion of his fist I saw a few weeks back. I increased my sucking slowly
until it reached a frantic pace. Danny's breathing was rapid now. I could
feel his dick swell even more and his balls tighten. I could not have
expected what was coming. He was grunting now.

Then he closed his eyes tightly, and grabbed the sides of my head with his
arms and forcefully pushed my entire face down on his cock. I could feel
the swollen head pass through my throat. I gagged and panicked. I
forcefully grabbed and squeezed his buttcheeks but he would not let go! I
could feel him now thrusting rapidly into my throat, his pubic hair meeting
my lips every few seconds. I thought the worst.

With one guttural roar, Danny pushed my whole face down on his dick and I
could feel slippery stuff pouring from his dick down my throat. My instinct
was to throw up but he had his man cock so deep down my throat that I could
not do anything. I was forced to swallow whatever he was shooting. Shot
after shot came, and after what seemed like an eternity I could feel the
pressure of his hands on the back of my head lighten. I forcefully pushed
myself off his dick to breathe air.

I saw Danny sweating and dazed. The stuff was still trickling out of his
cock. I breathed deeply and regained my composure. It was only at this time
that I was aware of my raging boycock. I grabbed hold of Danny's cock
again, but this time he had the courage to push me away.

He roughly pushed me to the side of the bed, took his shorts and stormed
out of the room. I ran after him still naked. But my short legs could only
take me so far. I just caught a glimpse of his perfect butt as he slammed
the door of his room. I heard the lock fall in place. I twisted the
doorknob but it was indeed locked.

I softly knocked and called out, "Danny." No answer. I decided to let it
rest there for now and went back to my room.

As I lay in bed, I replayed the events of the night. I could still taste
Danny in my mouth. I could still feel his forceful thrusting. I could still
smell his musky aroma. I knew then that this would be the start. I vowed to
have him again and again as I please. I couldn't help it. I was a spoiled
kid who always got his way. I locked my door, snuck under the covers and
waited for the morning.


CHAPTER TWO: I GET MY MAN

(to be continued)