(The following story is very loosely based on real people, although the sex scenes are mostly wishful thinking. If you're looking for a quick fap, or a more leisurely one for that matter, scroll down a little. No warnings: you know why you're here.)


Okay to be Gay Day

Part 1


I prefer not to think of myself as a "boylover." Most of the "boylovers" I've known were more interested in shoving their cocks up boys' asses than in loving them. Okay, some were not nearly so predatory, but the rest ruined the word for the remainder of us, mostly because they could not help deluding themselves.


A friend of mine, who is not nearly so predatory as he might like to be, has a way of convincing himself that every new boy he meets is "gay." Usually, because his age of attraction is on the low side, they've never even thought of it. They're kind of presexual, so when he hugs them, and kisses them, and puts his hand down their pants to squeeze their little tushies, they're fine with it.


When he goes for their little weenies, though, they mostly think he's weird, and something happens so that they wind up not seeing him again. In a way, it's kind of sad, but at least he's never had to go to jail. I know one guy who is in jail just for looking at pictures downloaded from usenet, and who never in his life laid a hand on a boy under the age of 18. Go figure.


Anyway, once upon a time, long, long ago, I was friends with a boy who really was gay, and who knew it -- or, at least, he figured it out when he was just past 13 years old and my hand was down his pants squeezing his little tushie. We'd met at a camp I worked at when I was young. For the sake of the story, we'll call him Alex.


I'd met another boy that summer as well, whom we'll call Colin, and who was just a little younger. Both of them were quite cute, both came from large litters -- Alex a large Italian litter and Colin a large Irish litter -- and hence were not noticed all that often. Neither had any trouble getting permission to go on off-season camping trips with me. For some reason, I thought taking the two together was less suspicious. Mind you, this was in the 1970s, when hardly anybody knew what the word "pedophilia" meant. Even the term "gay" was almost brand new.


There was this one camping trip when it rained buckets, so we took refuge at a local motel, and while Colin was in the bathroom, Alex's pants happened to come down while we were wrestling. I was not surprised by the stiffness of his stiffie, because in an earlier wrestling episode when I'd reached between his legs from behind for the famous "crotch hold," he'd humped away like a puppy on your leg. Anyway, I kind of grabbed that little stiffie, and he had himself a very good time humping my hand. I figured we ought to stop and get his pants back up when we heard the toilet flush.


We had hiked halfway up the mountain on our next trip, and I'm not exactly sure what the boys were talking about, when Alex said, "Well, I'm gay," and Colin said "Shut up, don't say that!" Colin was, perhaps, a little homophobic.


Later, in our campsite, Colin was outside farting around with the campfire, and Alex and I were in the tent. I squeezed his bare bottom, given that my hand was down his pants, and said, "It's okay to be gay."


"I knew you'd say that," he told me.


"Maybe some Saturday or Sunday," I replied, "you can come to my place without Colin. We'll have Okay To Be Gay Day."


"Next weekend?" he asked. "And could I stay the night?"


..........


It was warm but kind of cloudy the next weekend. I picked him up at a strip mall down the block from his family's home, and we stopped for lunch at a diner on the way back to my apartment. Alex had dark hair and eyes, fair skin, and braces on his teeth. He was wearing a Led Zep t-shirt, white tennis shorts, and sneakers. Back in those days, by the way, shorts actually were short. Knee length shorts were called "Bermudas," and were worn by middle aged men on the golf course. I remember dropping my napkin, and getting a clear look at his tighty whities when I ducked under the table to pick it up.


Alex had beautiful legs, one of which I stroked as we drove the rest of the way to my apartment. The car I drove back then had a bench seat in front, and he moved over to sit as close to me as he could. It was very sweet. "I'm glad Colin's not here," he announced, "so we can do whatever we want."


I parked in my appointed parking spot, and we went up the stairs to my second floor unit. It wasn't much: a living room with a kitchenette, one bedroom, and a bathroom. Back then, it was all I needed. Alex headed straight for the bedroom, and plopped himself down on my bed. I lay down next to him, took him in my arms, and said, "Happy Okay to be Gay Day!"


He grinned, pulled my face against his, and kissed me, right on the mouth. I remember thinking I would have to get around to teaching him about using his tongue when he kissed. Back then, most boys his age thought swapping spit was totally gross, but I had a feeling he would feel differently. I was right.


His shorts being short, I went up his pants instead of down, and squeezed that beautiful little ass. "Harder," he insisted, "squeeze the hell out of it!"


I did, and poked a finger towards his hole. He wasn't quite ready for that, so I stopped.


"Let's get naked," he suggested.


"It'll be more fun if we strip each other," I pervishly replied, as I unbuttoned the button on his little shorty shorts and slipped his zipper down.


"I got a boner," he informed me, although I hardly could have missed it. Seconds later, his shorts and underpants were off, and I was looking at what might have been the most perfect little winkie in the world. I figure it was just shy of four inches. totally hairless, perfectly circumcised, and accompanied by impressively large balls. It was straight as an arrow, and devoid of nasty looking blue veins. It looked so delicious, I just had to eat it.


So that's what I did, at least for half a minute, until he started making a hell of a lot of noise. "Alex," I said, "this is a fucking apartment. There are people on all sides. You have to keep the noise down."


He pulled the pillow out from under his head, and put it over his face. He still was pretty loud. I figured it sounded more like he was being smothered than being blown, but it was a lot more quiet. At least, the mostly deaf elderly couple upstairs wouldn't notice.


How sweet was that cocklet! I had to remind myself to stay gentle, because I really wanted to swallow it whole. Given how hard he was fucking my mouth, he probably would not have objected until the deed was done and he noticed that he looked like a Ken doll and there was a pounding, thrusting, mysterious bump in my belly.


Then, suddenly, he flipped the pillow off his face, and said, "Hey! You're not naked yet!"


I flopped onto my back, and said, "Sorry. I got a little carried away. Go for it."


I had kicked off my loafers, so he started with the white athletic socks we wore back in those days -- the ones with the red and blue stripes around their tops. When he leaned his head in and licked the bottom of one foot, I made nearly as much noise as he had. I'm very ticklish.


Then he undid my belt, and the button and zipper of my Levis. I lifted my ass off the bed so he could pull them off, but he did not have an easy time. We wore our jeans pretty tight back then. He had to get off the bed to yank them off all the way, and all the effort must have caused his little boner to subside a bit, because instead of sticking straight up, it was sticking straight out.


Me, I was so hard that when he gave the first yank at my baby blue 1970s bikini briefs, I popped out from constrained horizontal to unrestrained vertical. He took my dick in his hand, and just looked at it. "Wow," he said.


Mind you, my dick is not in any way spectacular. It's not nine inches long, or three inches around, but it's neat. No nasty bumps or curves, no ugly veins or skin tags, and nicely circumcised. I've always liked it the way it was, and I still do. Alex liked it too.


"Is it okay," he asked, "if I just play with it a little?"


It was okay. First he sniffed it, probably to make sure it didn't smell like piss. Then he rubbed it on his nose and his cheeks and his chin. I was a little apprehensive about those braces on his teeth, but when he took it into his mouth, he treated it just as gently as I had treated his, and no steel wires interfered with my orgasm.


I did warn him. "I'm gonna shoot," I grunted, but he didn't back off until I came. He wound up with cum in his mouth and splashed across most of his face. I wished I had a Polaroid to take his picture right then. God, he was cute.


I pulled off my t-shirt, which I still was wearing, and cleaned up his face. He spit a little cum into it, and asked, "Is it okay if I swallowed some?"


"It's okay, sweetie," I told him. "Boys don't get pregnant. What'd you think of the taste?"


"Not much," he replied. "You know, it's not like it was ice cream or something, but it didn't taste bad."


I gave his face another little wipe with the t-shirt and then kissed him. "Sweetie," I said, "if I can get a squirt out of you, I'll swallow the whole thing."


"I want to see it first," he replied. "And maybe split it with you. It would be my first."


I kissed him again, and again. "You are the sweetest... boy in the whole wide world." I'd almost said "little faggot" instead of "boy," but I didn't know how he'd take it. Really, though, he was incredibly sweet, and I was very much in love.


..........


Yes, I was still in my twenties back then, but I still needed a little recovery time. It occurred to me to find out if he liked being rimmed. Boys who like attention to their asses sometimes like getting things put up there, and even if it never got to be my dick, I could enjoy getting him worked up with some skinnier object. I had candles around, in case of a blackout. There were the skinnier candles that fit the candle holder I'd found at the Salvation Army, and the fatter plumber's candles.


"Turn over on your belly," I instructed him. "I'm going to show you something else gay guys do."


I got him propped up on a pillow, with my hand cupping his hard little cock and tight balls, and dove down into his ass crack. Unlike most boys his age, he seemed to have paid serious attention to his hygiene that morning -- for my sake, I figured. He really was sweet.


He kind of gasped when my tongue lapped his little virgin hole. "Oh, shit," he said, "that feels... eerie!"


I didn't know if "eerie" was good or bad, but I was having a good time, so I just kept it up. He stuck his face in a pillow and started making his noises again, so I guessed he thought it was pretty much okay. A few minutes in, he raised his head from the pillow and said, "Don't think I'm doing that to you!"


"Don't worry, sweetie," I told him, momentarily raising my face from between those soft and sensuous cheeks, "I'm pure top. Nobody goes near my bottom."


I don't know if he had a clue what I'd just said to him, but he put his face back in the pillow and I dove back in. He was humping my hand, underneath him, fairly hard, and after a little bit, a little squirt of something squirted into my hand, and the pillow was not enough to contain his moaning and groaning. I just hoped the neighbors weren't home.


I milked out whatever was left in his softening dicklet, and carefully pulled my hand out from under him. He rolled onto his side, still breathing hard. I said goodbye to his right asscheek with a couple of little nibbles and a kiss, then scooted up and held my hand near his face. "Look," I said, "your first cum!"


It was not thick, and almost transparent. I suspect he could have fucked every girl in his class and not gotten any of them pregnant, but he certainly had enjoyed its production. "Go on," I said, "give it a lick." He did.


"A little salty," he said. "Go on, you can have the rest."


What I really wanted to do was put the rest in a little vial and freeze it for posterity, so I could take it out and taste it when I became the age that I am, say, now. I didn't, though. I just ate it right up, and then kissed him. That was when he learned about kissing with tongues. He took to it right away.



(Alex will be back in a bit. In the meanwhile, you can write to heedon@tormail.org)