Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2006 18:20:43 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Queer Years 01-Shy Explorations

Queer Years
By: Aberration

Disclaimer:

This story contains depictions of graphic sex, between boys and between
boys and adults, men usually or older adolescents.

If this story offends you, you are below the age of 18, or such material is
not allowed in your area, please stop reading.

Also, this story is entirely a work of fiction with no basis in reality.
The author does not endorse or condone this behavior in any way, shape or
form in real life.

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com

Author's note: I used the term Queer, even though I know some take offense
at the word, but the term was the common expression used during the time
period(s) the story is imagined in, so I deemed it relevant.

Part One: Shy Explorations

Mike and I had just finished sixth grade. Frank would be an eighth grader
after that summer when we were inseparable. I'd known Mike since second
grade; sleepovers were common, as was sharing a bath until we turned
ten. We still would have, but our Dads thought such behavior unthinkable,
so we started preparing for bed separately. We knew we'd just fool around
under the covers anyway.

Touching, petting and just snuggling up was an activity we fell into
naturally and without sexual connotations, but we learned quick not to do
such things in front of parents, teachers and such. In public we were just
two best friends, but privately we both felt a lot more, we just didn't
know what it was called, or any of that stuff, just to keep it secret.

I'm Craig by the way, and this is my story about how sex discovered me. How
it started a life long passion for competition swim wear, especially when
adorning the sleek, svelte frame of a boy just perched upon the throes of
puberty.

We found out from Frankie why our wieners got stiff, individually at first,
when his family moved next ours, to Mike's actually, just before school
started last year. I was the first to broach friendship, since Mike and his
family were off on their annual family vacation and there really wasn't
anyone else.

Neither Mike nor I were that athletic, we weren't nerds but not very
physically active, except for swimming, we both loved going to the
pool. Frankie on the other hand was an all out jock and liked wrestling;
roughhousing and had been on an actually swimming team, part of the relay
team. We were tussling in his new bedroom when I suddenly got the first
what I now know were erotic feelings. Trapped beneath his more mature
frame, his face right in front me, my arms pinned by the wrists above my
head, his groin pressing against mine insistently, all combined and sent a
shock of pleasure though my body.

"Get off!" I struggled, frightened by the sudden electric feeling that
coursed through me and especially my little penis, which rapidly stiffened
into a complete erection.

"No way!" he laughed, "Not til ya give in, say I'm the best!"

"NO!" I refused that instinctive negativity to failure kicking in and I
fought him off with a sudden twist and thrust with my hips, flipping us,
reversing our positions, my body crashing on top of him.

"Oww," he moaned, "Stop, oh stop, damn my nut, you poked my nut!"

I continue to roll off to his side, concerned and fearing I'd really hurt
him.

"Sucker!" he cried and flipped right over on top of me again, this time
twisted his legs around my thighs and gripping with vise like strength.

"Say it!" he cried.

"Ok! Ok!" I laughed and spouted, "You're the BEST!"

"Hah !" he grinned, but slide off me. "Now your mine, you have to do what
say!"

"What?" I asked, "No way, I just said you're the best!"

"I know," he grinned, "I'm just raggin' ya!" then flashed a look that sent
butterflies to my stomach, my little peter reacting again.

"What time you gotta be home?" he asked.

"Pretty soon," I told him, "My mom's home, but I'm supposed to be home when
my Dad gets home from work."

"Me too," he answered sort of glumly, "Eating with the parents, what a
drag!"

I was puzzled by his mood, my family enjoyed dinner together, well, except
for my bratty little sister, but she really wasn't all that bad, just
annoying some times.

"Hey," he brightened suddenly, "Wanna spend the night?"

"Sure," I grinned back, "I gotta ask, but Mom always lets me stay at
Mike's!"

There was no problem, after our mothers talked for about fifteen minutes
and that sealed my fate, so to speak, for I was to discover that Frankie
liked to cuddle too, except his needs were a lot different then Mikes.

I found out why he wasn't crazy about dinner, his Dad was kinda sour and on
the mean side and later learned that he beat Frankie fairly often, but he
was quiet for the most part that night. When the plain, and really not very
good, supper was done, we retreated to Frankie's room and messed about
playing board games, cards and stuff. He was quick to warn me that we
couldn't wrestle or stuff, because his Dad would get mad.

"And you don't wanna know him when he's mad!" was the first clue things
weren't all that good between son and father.

Around ten, he knocked on Frankie's door, not waiting for a response and
told us it was bed time and without a smile, told me, "Nice to meet ya,
what was your name?"

"Craig," I timidly offered.

"Yeah, well don't be messin' around and wake us up or I'll tan your hide
like I do Frankie's, understand?"

I gulped without saliva and gave the correct response of `yessir' and he
reacted with a mean smirk and added, "Good, I like a boy that knows his
manners!" and with that he closed the door.

Not even a good night or anything and I felt sorry for my new friend,
because my parents always gave both my sister a hug and a kiss goodnight
and while I feigned disgust at my father's smooching, inside it made me
comfortable and secure.

"I hate him." Frankie stated flatly.

"You hate your own father?" I gasped.

"He's not my real dad," Frankie spit out venomously, "My real dad died when
I was four, my mom married that asshole three years ago."

"Oh." I lamely muttered, "How did he die, your real dad I mean."

"Drunk driver, he was driving his eighteen wheeler and this stupid fuck cut
in front of him, his rig flipped and killed him instantly."

"Wow," was all I could manage. Then remembered you were suppose to console
people at times like this and put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm so sorry,
Frankie."

"Hey," he shrugged, but gave me a faint curl of a smile, "It's cool, I'm
over that, but sometimes I still miss him badly. I can barely remember, but
I know he was a lot cooler then that waste of flesh!"

"Yeah," I softly added.

"We better get in bed, in case he comes back and checks."

"You think he will?" I nervously inquired.

"Nah," he flipped his head, "but let's not take the chance!"

He stood and started stripping off his clothes and I joined in, finding
myself suddenly interested in the tight, muscular body that was being
revealed as we disrobed. The year difference in our ages was acute to me,
but probably not that graphic in reality, but the definition of muscle,
deep rich tan, that he was now almost totally displayed, clad in just, sort
of dingy white, cotton briefs, was definitely more pronounced then mine. I
couldn't take my eyes off the front either. When Mike I undressed, you
couldn't tell where our stuff was unless we were naked, but I could see the
whole outline of Frankie's penis and the testicles that were obviously
hanging down.

"Take a picture," he grinned at me, "It'll last longer!"

"What?" I responded dumbly. "Oh, sorry, it's just^Å."

"It's cool," he laughed, "I don't mind if you want to look."

"Really?"

"Really," he said, getting a serious look on his face. A look that I would
come to know meant he was getting horny. "In fact, if you want, I'll let ya
see all of me, you want me to get naked?"

I gulped as when his father had frightened me, torn by racing thoughts of
nasty playground comments and the simple fact that I did want to see him,
all of him.

"Yeah," I finally managed and tearing my vision away from what I was sure
was his wiener beginning to expand, to look into his eyes.

Without a word he quickly stripped off his worn out underpants, tossed them
into the corner casually, then dropped his hands to his hips, cocked into a
pose I'd secretly examined in many an underwear ad and stood silent as I
took in his humbling beauty.

"Wadda ya think?" he grinned and pivoted, assuming another stance of
modeling.

"Awesome!" I admitted without thinking, "Your so tan, except around, uh,
you know.." I trailed off; eyes riveted to the thick, much manlier looking
tube of flesh that wasn't hanging anymore.

He was getting an erection, letting himself go completely stiff, proudly
exhibiting a pure six inches of nearly two inch thick, proud adolescent boy
cock that bobbed and jerked as his heart beat. It was amazing, my first
real exposure to sexual excitement and most of all, just at the base of
that entrancing male appendage, a visible, but still sparse dusting of
light brown curls of pubic hair.

"Wanna touch it?" he asked softly and moved closer to me, my hands still at
the waist of my jeans.

"Seriously?"

"Like a heart attack," he grinned and stepped up, took my right wrist and
guided my fingers to himself.

They slipped around it so naturally and I was immediately awed at how
silky, yet strong it felt. I squeezed it, stroked it and without knowledge
of why, let my other hand drift over and cup the two large orbs beneath and
roll them around in my palm.

"Oh yeah," he softly moaned, his eyes closing for a moment of enjoyment.

"Put it in your mouth!" he whispered in my ear, then stepped a little back,
breaking contact, his hands going to my shoulders, pressing with
determination, "Get on your knees, com'on Craig, you know you want too!"

I did, want too I mean and the overwhelming urge took over and I got down
on my haunches, putting my face directly in front of his already potent
penis. It felt natural all of a sudden and I reached up and wrapped my
finger and thumb around the base, startled a little by the warmth and sense
of power that coursed through the veins.

Suddenly the thought of slipping my lips around that purplish-pink hood was
the most enticing sensation I'd ever experienced and I did it, quickly and
when my tongue touched the very tip, my little boner exploded in pleasure
and I groaned around Frankie's erection.

"Oh geez, yeah!" he whispered hoarsely, "It feels so good Craig!"

"Mmm, mhhm, mmmnngggg," I struggled, forcing the gagging reflex to abide,
then wagging my head, feeling almost half invade then slide away, making me
rise a little and make sure it would go straight in and out.

"Awww, fuuuck," he grunted, taking my ears in his hands, pumping his hips
gently.

Frankie controlled everything from that point on, not believing his luck in
finding another cocksucker so quickly, then totally disbelieving I'd never
done anything, not even beating my own meat, calling me a `god damn
natural', then lovingly sucking my tongue, another first, French kissing.

"Let's get into bed, we can suck each other at the same time that way."

He grinned and I complied quickly, having hoped beyond hope he would suck
mine. The right position took a little doing, but I wound up on my back,
his knees around my neck, head propped up and with just a little time,
worked him in so that I could swallow the head and about an inch before
he'd bottom his pubic bone against my chin, but when he bent forward a
little and slurped up on my little bone, then just the right amount could
slide in and out of mouth.

It felt so great, his great cock slipping around and fucking my mouth and
his experienced mouth working over my own quivering three inch dick, I was
swimming in a lukewarm ocean.

Suddenly my rod of ecstasy was pulled from my embrace Frankie awkwardly
perched with the last half of his shaft pressed against my nose, tensed and
gritted his teeth for a second or two.

He hissed softly, "Stop, shit that was close, man where'd you learn that?
It's like you been doin' it your whole life or somethin'"

"What?" I asked, totally confused.

"Suck cock like that, dummy!" he was grinning from ear to ear.

"No where, stupid, that's the first time!" I jeered, somewhat perturbed.

He was dumbfounded to say the least and we actually both lost our erections
as I had to swear over and over again it was my first attempt at
cocksucking.

"Well," he finally said, with that grinning `horny' face again, "If ya
like, you can practice on me anytime!" then gave me a playful nudge.

"I liked it." I said plainly.

I guess it was just so open and honest; he couldn't take it and began his
confession by admitting that far from his first time, he did this stuff a
lot and not just other boys.

It was over an hour later that we finally got back to my initiation and I
learned how to really enjoy sucking Frankie's ripe and bountiful cock,
after he'd instructed me on the fine art of masturbation and he'd squirted
his first (and another for me) load up and down his smooth sleek torso as
my hand fisted it for him.

That first time I sucked, licked and toyed with him for over twenty
minutes, pausing only to agree that after tasting his leakage of sweet
precum he could go all the way in my mouth, and I first tasted, then fell
madly in love with thick, salty discharge he spurted for me to swallow.

Before we had to get up the next morning, Frankie was drained dry after
depositing three more loads into my tummy and I was a confirmed cocksucker.

Until that next afternoon and Frankie showed me what being a top or bottom
meant.

Coming soon:

Chapter Two

Frankie's Confession; Craig's new friend tells him all about his sexual
history.