Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2005 22:20:08 +0000 (GMT)
From: Chaim <bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Playing Wild West 1

Playing `Wild West'

By Chaim

bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk

Story codes (M/b, beginning, emotions, no `real' sex)

The next parts will be adult-youth with some light authoritarian aspects.

The story is in a peaceful Israel. That's not reality, sad enough.

Warning:) This story is about the beginning of gay sex between a young
adult and a early teen.

If this subject offends you, or if it is illegal in the country where you

live, or if you are under 16, then read no further and quit this page
now.

Copy write is a matter of respect.

Thanks to all who wrote to me about other stories... Man, it is my
greatest reward doing this.

Write me on this stoy, thanks a lot!

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Part 1

Chaim's story

A slow introduction

with tension

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Our farm house is just a few yards from the main road to Jerusalem. Over
a nearly hundred yards behind it, is a wide valley, wooded and having the
`wadi' at its bottom. The `wadi', a small stream is dry during the
summer and can be very dangerous, with a wild stream in the winter.

A little wooden house is at the bank of the `wadi', but on a save spot,
10 feet up from the stream.

In June, a huge strong man called Jonathan rented the little wooden
house. Jonathan goes to a technical college in town, but he wants to live
out of town. He finished his duty in the Israeli army and is something
between 20 or 22. Never asked him.

I always played in the valley after my school. Jonathan moved in and I
see him sometimes when he returns from town. He was always friendly,
waving and saying `Shalom' to me. I am just twelve.

The first time I saw him I just said, "Shalom!" in response to his
greeting. I turned around and moved quickly away.

I turned and run because I'm shy and impressed by Jonathan's strong body
and his happy greeting gave me a strange feeling, very deep inside me. I
don't understand it and I don't know how to react.

Whenever I see Jonathan, I feel shy and have this same strange feeling
for him. It starts in my stomach and spreading throughout my whole body.
Every time he sees me, he waves and says a friendly, "Shalom, Chaim!"

My shyness faded a bit during the next weeks. The strange feeling in my
body was still there and grew even stronger.

Jonathan is so friendly, so tall, so strong! I love to look at his
handsome face, his muscular chest. He comes home and changes his clothes,
he is always walking around in just his shorts. I admire secretly his
strong muscled chest, his chest hair and his covered nipples.

I want to be like him some day!

My school finished and I started going to the valley everyday. Waiting
for hours. Waiting for Jonathan to get home. Sometimes my friends come
over. We like to play `Cowboys and Indians' or `Jews and
Palestinians'. Strange enough I find playing with them less fun than
before. I feel eager to see Jonathan and my stomach is filled with
strange feelings sometimes thinking about him. Thinking how tall and
handsome he is, his short black hair, his beautiful strong body.

I pretend to play, I don't want him to see I am waiting for him, when
Jonathan gets home and I run over to his old car. We chat a little and he
is nice to me.

Slowly we are becoming friends.

Yesterday, We talked some and he was kind to me and interested in my
play.

I feel the luckiest boy in the world!

"What do you play down here," Jonathan asked me today.

"Oh, just `Cowboys and Indians' or `IDF and the Intifada', stuff
like that."

I am pretty sure he thinks it is kid stuff.

Jonathan finished his duties in the Israeli army! Being twelve I have no
real idea about the reality of his life. He touched my never shaved cheek
and a electric shock hit me.

"I noticed you and your friends seem to like to play in the pine forest
a lot. Well, maybe we could play together sometime, if you like."

He flashes a big smile, and my heart missed a beat.

"Great, Jonathan, that's sounds good to me!" I say with a wide grin.
Jonathan is

terrific!

"CHAIM!!!!"

I hate it, but my Mom calls me to dinner.

"See you, Jonathan, sorry, lehitraoth," I say.

"Yeah, see you, Chaim."

As I run up hill. In my mind I feel so stupid, all those lost
opportunities. Mom ruined my life. Jonathan thinks I am a stupid child!

My daddy had let me grow my blond hair long. I love it that way and it
was almost to my shoulders. Being blond is uncommon here in Israel. I am
proud being a Jew with blond hair. But it looks like a girl. I want to be
a warrior, not a girl.

I surprised him this evening by asking him to trim my hair very short.

"Daddy, I want it as short as a skin head."

"Why, Chaim, you've never asked before. And believe me you will never be
a skin head, your big nose is too Jewish for that. Your sparkling eyes
are too nice.

Yes, I understand, I will make it very short for you. You grow up boy,
whatever you will change."

Daddy kisses my cheek. I feel happy, he understands a lot.

"I guess so," I said nonchalantly wiping off his kiss with the palm of
my hand. I can't tell him, but I just hoped to play `Cowboys and
Indians' with Jonathan Saturday.

I wanted to look my very best, a real warrior, a real Indian. A real
Indian warrior has neatly trimmed hair, isn't it? I have no idea, to be
honest.

I have a strange night, having strange dreams some about `my new
friend' Jonathan. I feel his strong body very close. I smell his body
and can see his hairy pits his huge hairy chest. I feel his power over
me. I want to be close to him. I lick his nipples... in my dream. After a
quick piss... after my boy boner went down... sleeping, I feel so close to
him. Feeling his skin.

The only thing I really remember next is he asked me, in his kind way to
rest my head in his lap. He wears only white briefs and I am so close to
his cock. I feel so good. He strokes my hair and I kiss his briefs...

It is a shock to wake up!

My boy cock is rock hard when I wake up. It is not my usual morning
erection. I try to remember my feelings during the night. There is a
strange white slime on my cock head and on my belly.

I take a cold shower and return to my still warm sheets. It felt so
great!

The next day is Saturday, so I go down to this little wooden house right
after some quick breakfast. I hope desperately that Jonathan will not go
into town to see some friends. We are not religious in a strict way, nor
is Jonathan, so Saturday can't be a problem. His old car is there!

I take my backpack and walk up to his door of his little house and
feeling very nervous when I knock his door.

The door opens, and Jonathan gives me a big smile. He wears a pair of
white boxers and a big white T shirt reading `Bad Very Boy'. They look
beautiful on his brown tanned skin.

"Shabbath Shalom, Chaim. Please, come on in."

I step directly into his little living room. I am still feeling the
nervous tension that his body sent through my little body this night. My
hot blushes are colouring my boy face. I feel stupid again.

"I was just having some milk and bread," he says with a big smile,

"Want some?"

"Sure!"

I whisper as I follow him to his open kitchen. He pours a second glass of
cold milk, puts some bread on a wooden plate, and hands them to me. I
have to concentrate. I don't want to spill anything. Not here!

Being so near to him, my strong friend Jonathan. Being in his house,
alone with him, brings me in a strange mood. He just smiles and picks up
his own glass and plate and he brings me back to the living room. I
follow him like a little puppy.

"Take a chair or the couch, make yourself comfortable, we have all
day."

Jonathan sits into an old easy chair. I sit on his old leather couch and
set my stuff on an old wooden army crate.

I slip my blue backpack off and place it to one side of the couch.

We smile to each other and eat. I watch Jonathan eat, smiling at him when
he looks at me. I had already breakfast but eat for him, my hero!

The strange feelings that I have lately are growing more intense than
ever before. Those feelings grip my whole body. I think I am `in love'
with this man!

Once we are finished, Jonathan grabs all our things and takes them to the
kitchen sink. I admire his strong hairy legs.

Jonathan returns immediately and sits next to me on the couch. I can
smell him now for real. And even could touch him... if I had the guts. I
don't!

"What you keep in your backpack," Jonathan asks with a deep gentle
voice. His left hand is on my back, stroking my T shirt. He must like me
some, just a bit.

"Oh, sorry, I thought I will play `Cowboys and Indians' today, so I
brought

my Indian stuff. Forget it, sorry, it is just we boys do sometimes. It is
a play for children. Sorry."

Jonathan is stroking my back now, "Relax. A lot of older boys and man
like to play that way! You say to much `I'm sorry'!"

"Oh, sorry."

We both laugh, and I relax a bit.

"Do you usually play an Indian?"

"Yes, well, sometimes. Most of the time, I like that."

"What Indian stuff do you have?"

"Well, I got my axe," I say proud and enthusiastic as I pull out the red
rubber

axe I got for Chanukah,

"and I also got my head dress with feathers, and my own loincloth."

Jonathan takes my stuff as I pull them out between us and admires them
all. "They look great!"

"Did you make this loincloth yourself?"

"Yes and no, my Mom helped me. We took one piece of old clothing, well a
white sheet and a leather thong I found in the barn of my dad. It was
real easy, really."

I didn't mention that the soft feel of the cotton against my smooth skin
makes my boy cock real hard. Running around nearly naked is fun for a boy
my age...

You don't share those feelings with a big man.

Now, the thought of wearing only the `loincloth' in Jonathan's presence
is the most important thing in the world! I don't know why, it is.

"You did a great job," Jonathan says with a great grin on his face,
"You are a very good boy!"

I feel so proud!

"Would you like to play with me today?"

I nearly shouted out with a small lump in my throat. The lump vanished
when he quickly agrees,

"Sounds really great, Chaim! I want to play with you. It is a long time
ago, but I will win!"

I say, "I know a great place in the woods to play! Nobody knows the
spot, really, believe me!"

"I will be your white cowboy. Just wait, let me get my boots, give me a
sec to get my stuff," Jonathan says as he hands the loincloth back and
gets up. He walks powerful to the door of his bedroom. I look at his
tanned body, his T shirt and his strong ass when he walks away from me.

What the hell is happening to me and my body? My little boy cock is semi
hard in my briefs.

Looking around, nobody is there. Jonathan is in his bedroom and the door
is just ajar.

I slip my trainers and socks off.

A huge painting of two boys, my age, playing at a beach is so strange and
nice, I walk to it. It is all blue and yellow, I love it. I wish I was on
of the boys. I walk around happy! My nervousness and tension is gone.

Well, Jonathan will be back.

I quickly strip my white T shirt and blue jeans off, and grabbed the soft
cotton loincloth.

I hesitated, then drop it on the couch. Quickly pull my white boxers off,
and slip the loincloth on.

The feathered headdress tops off my costume.

I pile my clothes neatly next his `table', I don't know him now. My
parents can be proud, I am a well educated boy.

I take my axe and stand proud, waiting for Jonathan to return. I want to
impress him.

The soft cotton feels soft against my warm smooth skin and I am trembling
with anticipation as I wait for `my cowboy' Jonathan.

Jonathan comes back wearing his leather boots, an old washed pair of very
tight and faded blue jeans, and a real `Western shirt'. He left a lot
of buttons open so I have a good look at his great hairy chest. His
nipples are showing on the outline of his muscles.

Jonathan is carrying a large cotton rope. Looking at my puzzled face he
explains, "It is my cowboy lasso. I will get any Indian with that! So
you fate is in my hands."

"Are you ready, my boy?"

"Sure! But I am a real Chief, I have may friends! and you are just the
stupid cowboy!"

We laugh.

Jonathan looks so big and handsome! I am begin to feel strange again and
I feel my little boy cock growing. I glance down quickly, as if to look
at my little blue backpack, I rearrange the ropes.

My little hard on pushes out the soft cotton but hopefully not too much.

"Can I see the bathroom, Jonathan."

"Of course."

In his little house there are just three doors, but he shows me the way.
With a closed door I admire every inch. His shower, his wash basin, his
shaving gear, making him a real Man. I piss and some drops land on the
cotton. I wash my hands, worried. Some drops are still showing on my lion
cloth. No toilet paper helps. Maybe he will not notice!

Jonathan pushes the door open just for an inch, it has no lock.

"You are all right?"

"Coming!"

I am just a boy to him. What is going on? Jonathan puts his big hand on
my shoulder and he opens the door of his house. We walk outside and stand
in front of his little wooden house. It is still early but we stand there
catching the sun.

"My Indian Warrior, with respect, you go first, I will follow your steps
all the way deep into the forest. But first we have to make some rules.
We have to hug each other showing respect. Don't you agree?"

I look at him and my mouth dropped open. "Sure..."

Jonathan walks over to me and pressed my little body into his, it was a
quick gesture, but it feels so good! I love to feel his big strong arms
around me. I press myself into his body.

I am confused, go into a slow run, heading toward the pine woods. I know
the way to my `secret' spot very well.

"Cowboy, if you can, follow me all the way! I am sure I am much quicker,
believe me, my Jonathan!"

I really yell these words to him. Running I hated the words "my
Jonathan", please, let him follow me. I worry running he will get me
wrong... or right and will stop this game. Tears came but when I heard his
steps, I felt a real Indian Warrior again.

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