Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 19:10:42 -0500 From: Jon Steynbeck Subject: My so called youth This story is not a fantasy, it is the story of my introduction to sex. It's as precise as I can remember it, but compressed in time over a few months instead of a year. Enjoy. Jon.steynbeck@gmail.com Please contribute to nifty. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html My So Called Youth When I was 9 I had absolutely no idea about sex. Maybe I led a sheltered life, but in those days sex was just not spoken about and gay sex was barely thought about except by gay men. So, when I started to find myself drawn to pictures of certain types of men, and I felt a funny feeling inside, I didn't relate it to sex, just to a desire to look at them. I was the only child of a divorced mother, and rarely saw my father. For a couple of years she worked from home but had to travel one or two weeks each month. Since she needed the job to support us she had to come up with some kind of child care for me when she traveled. The perfect situation was an older couple that lived down the street. I had already spent some time with them since I really enjoyed being in their company. Doris and Jonathan were a childless couple who seemed to like having me around. I would mostly hang out with John as he worked in his woodshop in the garage. He was retired from the railroad and Doris was still working as a nurse. While I know they enjoyed looking after me, they also liked the money my mother paid them for providing the regular child care. So, about one or two weeks a month I would move into their house. I definitely liked John. He was a big rough looking man but as gentle as could be. He treated me well, and never talked down to me, which I liked a lot. He would let me get involved in whatever project he was working on, even though I think my assistance was probably more of a setback to the project. I liked being near him and loved how physical he was with me. He would tussle my hair all the time, pick me up playfully and rest his hand on my shoulder or back with a casual ease. When he touched me like that it felt warm and comfortable. I was beginning to feel intimate with him, but I had no idea what that meant, or the fact that my feelings for him were the very early hints of sexual feelings. I would often pour through magazines looking for pictures of older men I found appealing. When I found one of a man with his shirt off and his hairy chest on display I would get an erection but I had absolutely no idea there was a connection. I just knew I liked it. One week during the summer when I was staying with them I was digging through his tool box and found a big manila envelope , marked "projects." I pulled out the contents and discovered they were magazines. They weren't pornographic by today's standards since they were just pictures of naked men in absurd poses, a few with semi-erect cocks, and some with full erections. Their affect on me was profound and I think I got a little dizzy as I thumbed through them. It never crossed my mind that it might be strange John would have these magazines. All I knew was, they excited me. I quickly put them back in the envelope except for one that had a lot of pictures of big bear men. I slipped that one under my t-shirt and made a bee line for my bedroom. When I got there I shoved it between the mattress and the box spring so I could look at it when I went to bed. I couldn't wait for bedtime and after John and Doris had gone to bed I pulled it out and looked at it under the covers with a flashlight. I went through each page and found three or four pictures that really excited me and I gazed at them for a long time. This became my ritual for several nights. One morning after Doris had left for work and I was just killing time in the living room, John approached me with the magazine in his hand. He had found it when he was making my bed. I was beyond mortified. I was sure my life was over. I didn't have the remotest idea how I was going to explain why I was looking at that magazine of naked me. John sat me down on the sofa and asked me if I had taken the magazine from his toolbox. Obviously I had, but he needed some way to start the conversation. I just nodded. What happened next surprised me completely and left me loving him even more than I already did. He explained that he completely understood my interest in the pictures and that it was totally normal, and he was fine with me looking at them. But, he told me, he didn't want Doris to find them since she wouldn't understand. So, I should never have them out when she was home. I think my jaw must have been on the floor as I stared at him. I nodded that I understood and I didn't think to ask him why he liked looking at them. I had dodged a bullet and I wasn't going to push the issue with questions. For the next few days I would sneak a magazine out of the toolbox when Doris was at work and take it up to my room to look at. But, I still just looked and enjoyed the feelings I felt inside as I gazed on the hairy men with big cocks. The next time I was staying with them I had spent some time playing in their yard with their dog. Sitting on the grass in loose shorts was not such a good idea because I ended up with multiple chigger bites on my little ballsack, my inner thighs, and my little dick. The next day I was tormented by an intense itch in my crotch. Doris put some calamine lotion on the bites; calamine being the universal remedy for any itch in those days. It gave me little relief, and I continued to viciously scratch my dick, where the itching was the most intense. I was in the shop with John and noticed my constant rubbing of my crotch. He finally said, "you know, you are going to end up with open sores if you keep that up." I answered that I didn't care, it just itched so much. He looked at me for a minute then told me he knew something that might relieve the itch without irritating the bites. I was all for it. So, he led me to the bedroom and told me to pull my shorts off and lay on the bed on my back with my briefs on. He brought out a towel and folded it a couple of time then placed it right over my penis. Then he began to very gently rub the towel up and down across my dick. It really felt good and did a lot to relieve the itch. The side effect was that I got very hard from the rubbing. He kept rubbing it as he told me the gentle rubbing of the towel would help soothe the itch without irritating the skin on my penis. I was starting to get a new feeling that was becoming far more pronounced than the relief from the itching. I had no idea what the feeling was, but it was spreading to my balls and down to my asshole. I laid there with my eyes closed and told him in a kind of raspy voice that it really felt good and I wanted him to go on a little longer. Suddenly this intense feeling gripped my cock and balls and I had an intense urge to push up against the towel, which I did. I let out a little grunt as I experienced my first orgasm. I just laid there feeling warm all over and he took the towel away and told me to get my shorts on and come down to the shop when I was ready. I lay there for a while wondering what I had just experienced. I assumed it had something to do with the chigger bites, but was quite confused. All I knew was that it really felt good. Obviously, within another hour I was scratching at my crotch again so I asked John if he could do that "thing with a towel again." He agreed and we went back to the bedroom and he gave me another orgasm. This time, instead of pulling the towel off he asked me if I knew what had happened when he rubbed the towel on me. I told him it made the itching feel a lot better and he laughed. "No, I mean that feeling at the end when you grunted and pushed up against the towel," I told him I didn't know. He then explained it was an orgasm and that eventually I would start to release sperm when I had one. He gave me the birds and the bees explanation which I kind of understood in a broad sense. I didn't really care much about the details. As he was leaving the room he said, "just let me know if you need that again." Well, it only took a couple of hours before I told him I thought I needed the towel thing again so up we went to the bedroom and I quickly got on the bed in my briefs. He brought the towel over and before he started folding it he dropped it on the bed and said we didn't need it this time. With that he put his hand on my briefs and directly on my rigid cocklet. Before I could react he started rubbing and squeezing my cock with his fingers. It felt so amazing I just laid back and let him do it. He was gripping my cock with his fingers and jacking me off. It took me only a minute or two to reach a climax and it felt even better than the previous ones. That was the last one I had before I went home. The few weeks between visits to John and Doris seemed to crawl. I went over and over what had happened with John and got very excited each time I thought about it. I also got into the routine of jacking myself off two or three times a day. I loved how it felt, but remembered the orgasms he had given me as being far more pleasurable. When I went to their house again a few weeks later I couldn't wait for Doris to go work so I could get him to rub me again. I didn't know if he would now that my chigger bites were completely healed, but I sure hoped so. After she left we were in his shop and I maintained stiff erection of anticipation, but he wasn't making any moves to do the towel thing again. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer and I asked him if he could rub me again. He didn't say anything about the lack of chigger bites but simply put down his tools and said, "ok." I ran to the bedroom, dropped my shorts, and climbed on the bed. He didn't even bring a towel this time, he just sat on the bed next to me. He began to rub my cock, but before I could get near an orgasm I felt his fingers slide up under one of the leg openings on my briefs and his hand grip my cock. It felt wonderful and I just laid there relishing the pleasure. He rubbed intermittently to keep me from cumming to quickly. I think he was prepping me for the next step which was when he grabbed the waist band of my briefs and pulled them down below my little ball sack. Then he took my cock in his fist and squeezed and stroked me slowly. I was in total sexual bliss. He asked me, "does this feel good?" and I nodded with my eyes closed. He then started talking to me softly as he stroked me. "I like having this done to me, too. It feels so much better when someone else does it rather than doing it to myself. I like that this makes you feel good, and we can do this as much as you want." With that I reached an earth shattering orgasm. I was still much of an innocent on details of sex, but I knew I loved his hand rubbing my cock. It only took another hour before I was ready to do it again. I guess I was a highly oversexed boy, but I didn't really care. I asked him if we could do it again and he laughed but followed me up the stairs to the bedroom. This time when I got on the bed he told me to just take my briefs off, that it would be more comfortable. Before he touched me this time he asked me if it was ok if he took his pants off too so he could do the same to himself as he was doing to me. I only cared about his hand on my cock so I was totally agreeable. He dropped his pants and I gasped when I saw his erect cock sticking straight out. He was about 6 inches and fairly thick, with a nice plump cockhead. His cock looked a lot like some of the ones I had seen in the magazines. He started to fondle me, not stroking me but gently rubbing my cock with his fingertips and intermittently squeezing my nutsack. He had me hard as a rock, but not close to an orgasm. I was enjoying the slower pace. At one point I looked down and saw his cock sticking straight up between his legs. I wanted desperately to touch it, but I didn't dare. He saw me looking at his cock and smiled. Finally, he took my hand and put it on his cock, saying "it's ok to touch me if you want." I squeezed it and did a pretty poor job of actually jacking him off but he told me it felt really good. Feeling his cock in my hand brought me quickly to the edge and I had a strong orgasm. This time he didn't get up and leave. He just sat there stroking his cock, and I just stared at his effort. He suddenly started breathing very heavily and his thighs were quivering. A thick stream of cum spurted out his piss slit and slid down his hand and cock. He kept it up for about 20 seconds then relaxed. Looking over at me he answered the question I was dying to ask. "It's sperm. You'll be doing it soon enough." We did some variation on this theme for the next couple of days. I was enjoying it very much, but typical for a boy with raging hormones I wanted more. I had absolutely no idea what more meant, but whatever it was , I wanted it. The "more" came after a couple of days. After I had laid on the bed waiting for his hand he reached down and took my cock in his mouth. I had no idea this was something anyone would want to do but it felt so amazing I didn't try to stop him. He used his tongue and gentle sucking to bring me the best orgasm yet. I knew this was something I wanted him to do more. I went home again to spend a couple of weeks recalling what we had done as I vigorously stroked my cock. I kept seeing his cock in my mind, and also the image of his mouth sucking on my cock. I decided that I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, but I had this ridiculous idea that if I did it he would think I was sick. Such are the strange thoughts of a 9 year old. When I went back for my week stay we went to the bedroom at the first opportunity and proceded with our ritual. This time, when he started to suck my cock I asked if I could do that to him. He pulled off my cock and said, "I'd love that." He got up on the bed on his back and I crawled down between his legs. I was very nervous and just grabbed his cock at the base and stared at the head. He watched quietly till I finally put the head in my mouth. It didn't taste good and I wasn't to crazy about the musky smell around his cock, but I didn't quit. I could only get about half of it in my mouth before I would gag, so I just worked on the part I could manage. I obviously was not doing such a great job because he started jacking himself so he could reach orgasm. When he was close he told me he was going to cum and I pulled my mouth off him. I wasn't ready to take his sperm in my mouth, yet. I loved watching his cream spew out and run down his hand and cock. It looked highly erotic. He then brought me up so I my cock was over his mouth and as I supported myself on the head board he sucked on my cock. His hands went to my ass and he kneaded and squeezed my small mounds. It really added and extra thrill to his blowjob. Over the next months we started exploring more and more. He started slipping a finger in me and rubbing my immature prostate as he brought me to orgasm with his mouth. At first I wasn't crazy about it, but eventually, as my hole got stretched out some, I began to crave his finger in my boy ass. It had not occurred to me that a man would want to put his cock in another man's ass, In my innocent mind it made no sense. So, when he brought it up as a possibility I was filled with doubt. He didn't pressure me, he just told me it was something men who enjoyed what we were doing eventually did. He said if my boy pussy was prepared well I would enjoy it. He had started referring to my ass as a boy pussy, which I totally loved. He did make one good point, if I liked his finger in my pussy, I would certainly love having his cock up there. Finally, I agreed, still filled with doubt. He began to work my boy pussy harder, inserting a second finger over a couple of days, then eventually working it up to three fingers till I could manage it with only some pain at the first penetration. One day he just told me he thought I was ready. I was both very scared and very excited, if that is possible. We got on the bed naked and he worked on my pussy for along time, finally getting three fingers in me and then spreading them gradually to stretch me out. When he thought I was ready he put me on my side and lifted one leg up. He got behind me and put his cock up against my pussy. He slowly pushed but my hole seemed to want no part of it and it wouldn't give enough to get his head inside. He rubbed his head around my well lubed hole and kept trying. Eventually, he pushed hard, I felt a lot of pain, but then the sensation of something big right inside my ass. His head was inside me and once my ring wrapped itself under his cockhead the pain receded. He kept it in place and very slowly moved it inside me. He'd pause then pull it back a little, then push it in a little deeper. Eventually he got it all inside me and it felt really good. I think I felt more pleasure from the idea of his cock being inside me, than I did from any feeling. After we rested for a minute he started to fuck me in earnest. My cock was rigid and he reached around and started stroking me. After a few minutes of this he swung me on my back and lifted my legs. My pussy was still gaping so he was able to slip it in with ease. I really liked this position. We were able to kiss and I could feel his hairy chest against me. I also like feeling my cock pressed against his stomach. I reached down and grabbed what I could reach of his ass and I loved how his butt muscles tensed up every time he would thrust. I felt like a girl being fucked by her manly lover and it felt very good. I felt as if I had given myself to this big bear of a man and I wanted him to own me. The act of him filling me with cum was going to be a symbolic giving myself to him. I didn't think of it that way at the time, but I know the feelings were there. After giving him my virginity we set out on a path of frequent coupling. When we couldn't do anything because Doris was home we'd tell her we were going to take a nap. We would go into his bedroom and lay facing each other. He would softly tell me all the things he was going to do to me when we got the chance and he would get me very hard. A few times I orgasmed without touching myself, but usually we would just rub each other's cock through over our pants till we both came. If Doris came upstairs we could hear the loud creaking of the old steps and would simply stop what we wer e doing and feign sleep. I continued playing with him, although progressively less often, till I was 18 and went off to college. I can still bring myself to an intense orgasm if I jack off while recalling what we did together and how gently he introduced me to sex.