Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 05:16:15 EDT From: Garry4u2004@yahoo.co.uk Subject: PETER This story is of a true nature but places and names have been changed. I was in my favourite place an old bombed out synagogue, my flat is just around the corner and I could hide in here for hours, it always felt safe even though it did not look it. Loads of Jewish bibles just lying around but every time I found some I would pick them up and stack them tidy. I am Peter and I am 11 years old, dressed in a white shirt that is about two sizes too big for me and the same for my grey trousers, I am also wearing grey socks and plimsolls. I am playing my usual game, nothing just sitting around but this is my place and I am happy, I have no friends because my mum always calls me in at 6 in the evening for bed. Today mum gave me my usual sandwich for tea and sent me out to play, the sandwich bread and dripping again, but at least it was jam yesterday. I go straight to "my place" and watch the evening sunrays shinning through the holes in the roof, suddenly a noise; I stay very still and wait to see who it was. It turned out to be just a man in his 20's so I just stay where I am and maybe he will go, but oh, no he saw me, came, and sat next to me. "Hello" he said, "my name is Joe what's your name" "Peter" I replied. "Hello Peter, I saw you come in and thought you might just get hurt, but I can see you know your way about" I told him that I often come in and play on my own and he ruffled my hair and laughed. He asked how old I was and what school I went to and I soon got to like him, seemed a nice person and friendly too, we sat and chatted for ages, until I said I had to go and he walked out with me. Over the next few weeks, we met nearly every day and begun to form a friendship that I had not had before, he started to bring a few things like biscuits and a drink. It was a warm July day no school as we had broke up for the summer holidays but as usual we were not going anywhere, I decided to go to "my place" had an idea of moving some of the stuff about and clean out this one room that seemed intact. I was dressed in a blue t-shirt and black shorts the ones I use for school sports, plus grey socks and plimsolls. I was working away when I heard a noise, it was Joe and he asked what I was doing and I told him, he thought it a good idea and helped me move the heavier stuff. We sat down and took a break, it was warm and I was sweating, he suggested I took my shirt off which I did, he was looking at me and then said gosh you are filthy, I said yes mum would tell me off. "Hey" he suddenly said, "we have a few hours, how about you coming over to my place and cleaning up a bit then she won't know" It sounded a good idea, and I put my shirt on again, he laughed and we set off. His place was just in the new flats that use to be the sugar factory, on the forth floor, we went in and he turned the water on for the bath. "Won't take long," he said and went into the bedroom, he called out to me to come into the room and I found him sitting on the bed. "What time do you have to be in" he said. I told him 5 which was about 3 hours away, "Those clothes are filthy will your mum tell you off for being so dirty" he asked "Yes" I said. He left the room and went into the bathroom, the bath was ready and he called me to get into the bath, he stood by the door as I undressed and he took all my clothes and I got into the bath. About ten minutes later he appeared at the door which wasn't closed and sat on the chair facing me, he asked if I was okay and ready to get out, the water was really dirty but he didn't seem to mind, I said yes, ready and he held a towel for me to wrap myself into. I followed him into the bedroom again, he sat on the bed and pulled me to him and started to rub the towel all over me while it was wrapped round me. Then he undid the towel and with another but smaller towel he rubbed my hair and slowly went down my body, I started to feel awkward as he got to my waist but I felt I had better not say anything. He continued to wipe my bum area and then came round to my front, he dried my cock and balls and help I started to get hard. He carried on pushing my foreskin back and then went under my balls and down both legs, he beckoned me to lie on the bed and he dried my feet, I could see my cock bouncing from side to side. "You seem to enjoy that by the looks of it" he said smiling and looking directly at my cock but also looking into my eyes, I could only grin a reply and he sat next to me, "You are a big boy for your age" and took hold of me. Shit I thought, he's touching me, how can I stop it getting harder now, no one ever seen me hard and never touched me, help, what'll I do. "Relax, I won't hurt you," he whispered and started to slowly rub my cock up and down, pushing my foreskin back as far as it would go, "Nice" he kept saying. After a while, I stated to feel good and thought what the heck, he is only doing what I do in bed and it does feel good, so I closed my eyes and just let it all happen. He stopped and I felt him get of the bed so I opened my eyes to see him taking his clothes off, he sat again naked next to me then laid down and pulled me close saying "You alright" I said, "Yes but what you gonna do" "Nothing that you won't like, just relax" So I did, he again took hold of my cock as he turned so his feet were up by my head, I looked and could see his cock semi hard, I thought, he wants me to touch him. I have never done that, he picked up my hand and placed it on him, I had no choice but to hold him so I copied what he was doing to me. I leaned up slightly on my elbow and watched what he was doing and copied but then he suddenly put my cock into his mouth, shit I am not doing that, I thought, how uck, but it felt good what he was doing. I watched intently as his head bobbed up and down the length of my cock, oh God, it felt good, he was making slurping noises and those noises when someone is enjoying themselves. I gingerly licked his cock and as I did he moved his body towards my mouth so I let it slid in opening my mouth wider to accommodate him, not bad I thought, so I carried on and soon he was pumping my mouth, "Suck it like a straw" he suddenly said. Therefore, I did. I started to feel very light headed and a slight pain in my ass, his fingers were slowly forcing their way into me, I wanted him to stop, yet I did not. He moved away from me and knelt at my bottom lifting my legs over his shoulders I then saw his head disappear into my ass, I felt his tongue in me, that's when I panicked a little he was going to fuck me, I heard it hurts a lot. No, I do not want this I kept thinking while his tongue went deeper into my ass. He stopped, turned me over on my tum and then I knew it, I could feel his fingers again, in and out of me, no, it's him, shit, he's fucking me, it doesn't hurt at all, then my breath is taken from me, fuck that, that hurt. I screamed, he stopped then slowly started to pump me again, it was hurting, yet again it felt wonderful as his stroke pushing in and out of me got longer and faster and harder. He stopped, holding me tight, then my insides felt hot and he started to pump me again, slowly, slowly and stop, he pulled out of me, turned me over and sank to the bed taking my hard cock again into his mouth and sucked me till I exploded into his mouth. We laid together for what seemed like ages, and then he cleaned himself and me up. "Drink, I think," he said and trotted off into the kitchen naked, calling me to follow so I did. While I stood naked drinking he was at the washing machine, he had cleaned my clothes and dried them too; he laid them on the table and sat on the chair, pulling me into him he said, "You enjoyed that didn't you" I said "Yes" "First time, I take it" "Yep" I said sheepishly "You did great and I'd like us to do it again sometime if that alright with you" "Yes, I'd like that, I think" He grinned and said to get dressed but after I put on my pants he said, "Hey, that looks great, I love seeing boys in their underpants, will you stay like that for a while" So there I was, just in a small pair of white pants with him looking at me, well you can guest, and it was not long before I was hard again. He pulled me into him and ran his hands over my pants both at the back and at the front causing my cock head to pop out of the waistband. He took me out and slightly turning me started to wank me off. Slowly he turned me so I was feeling his cock on my ass again, he pulled my pants down as he rubbed my cock, I felt his cock between my ass cheeks, then he said, "Let me see how far you can shoot this lot." He quickened the pace and before long I exploded once again hitting about the forth square tile on the kitchen floor, "Wow, Great," he shouted as I shot once, twice three times onto the floor. He gave me a tissue and I got dressed, "See you again soon, yeah" "Please, I enjoyed this afternoon" I replied "I could see that" he laughed I left feeling as if I was on clouds.