Date: Tue, 26 May 2009 13:19:00 -0500
From: Jake <jakemartinez222 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Sweet Andrew: Sweet Andrew Chapter 1

NOTE: This story is a work of pure fiction. None of the characters or
events are real, and that obviously includes the main characters. All the
usual disclaimers apply. If you're under 18 or offended by the fantasy of
adult/youth sex this story isn't for you. The first chapter contains a
story of consensual youths engaged in sexual acts, the rest of the chapters
will mainly focus on adult/youth experiences.

Email me with suggestions/comments if you want: jakemartinez222 AT gmail.com
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Chapter One

I guess I should start off by introducing myself and give you a little
background information. This narrative really isn't about my past so with
the exception of one sixth-grade experience I'll make it brief.

My name is Tyler Kincade, and I'm a 20 year-old student at a small college
in south Texas. For some time I've been emotionally and sensually attracted
to the beauty of the adolescent male. I can trace my budding interest all
the way back to kindergarten, when during nap time I would play a game with
my best friend Trevor that we called "missing eraser." The teacher (who
probably should have been fired) would often leave the room when she
thought every kid was asleep and would stay gone for about 10-20 minutes at
a time. We would always pretend we were asleep until she left and then the
fun began. I would pull out a ninja turtle eraser from my pocket and drop
it into the front of Trevor's snugly fit tighty-whities. I would close my
eyes and search for it with my hands. Of course, the inevitable would
happen and I would grab his tiny pecker by mistake. Once I found the
eraser, the roles would be reversed and he would do the same to me. By the
time each eraser had been found, we both had two-inch stiffies. Obviously
we had no idea what we were doing...we just knew that for some reason it
felt good. The fun did not extend past first grade because Trevor moved to
Minnesota.

Continuing all the way through elementary school I had a natural curiosity
about what was inside the underwear of every boy my age. Whenever I would
stay over at a friend's house, I would convince him to take our baths
together so that we could "save time" before we had to go to bed. I sure
was a conniving little booger. When I was old enough (probably around 3rd
grade) for it to be a little too awkward, I would make sure to take my bath
first so that I could be "drying off" and "brushing my teeth" while they
got naked a few feet away. I still had no idea what I was doing or why I
was attracted to their little peckers and tight, smooth butts...for some
reason I was just curious. I would always make sure they got a good look at
me as well.

In the summer after sixth grade I guess you can say I had my first real
"sexual" experience. My parents still hadn't really discussed the birds and
the bees with me, and those special one-hour videos they make you watch in
public school didn't make much sense. From what I picked up, I knew that
boys got erections when they were sexually attracted to someone...and
that's pretty much it. I had a some pubic hair, my balls began hanging a
little lower, and I was developing a few more muscular features, but I
didn't really understand what was going on. My hair began turning a light
brown color after being whitish-blond for most of my life. After a Little
League game one Saturday afternoon I spent the night at my new best friend
Casey's house. Casey was about my height (probably around 5'4" at the time)
and was a little more muscular than me. He had sandy brown hair and
beautiful brown eyes. We had started hanging out about three months before
that and were darn close to being inseparable. I had a massive crush on him
for most of that time. I was attracted just as much to his mannerisms and
personality as I was to his hot body. I had up until that point resisted
seeing him naked because I would always get hard thinking about it and I
was afraid it would be too awkward for him.


That night his parents had to attend some sort of charity gala (they were
pretty darn rich, judging by their massive house) and would not be home
until two or three in the morning. After feeding us some sort of baked
chicken dish they left around 7pm and we had the house to ourselves. The
only problem was that it was mid-summer and the air conditioner was not
working. Casey fiddled with the controls for what seemed like forever and
finally gave up. It wasn't that unbearable...at least not yet. We had the
windows open and a light breeze would meander every once in a while into
the house.

We played video games for about an hour and in a hunger based more out of
boredom than actual hunger, we decided to raid his parents' kitchen for
more food. Behind the Doritos and Cheerios, Casey hit the jackpot:
rum. Knowing that my parents liked to put rum in their soda every once in a
while, I convinced Casey that it would be fun to try out. As many people
can relate to, we ended up pouring way too much rum into our Cokes and it
was absolutely disgusting. Being young, we refused to back down from a
challenge and kept daring each other to drink more and more of the nasty
concoction until it was all gone. Obviously we ended up getting
ridiculously drunk and began acting pretty stupid. The alcohol made the
heat from the north Texas summer air feel 100 degrees hotter than it
actually was. I can't remember who went first but we ended up with our
shirts off and then tried to play another round of MarioKart. Being as
drunk as we were, we couldn't focus and in our drunken stupor began doing
more things neither of us would have the courage to do otherwise. Here's
basically what I can remember from that point on:

"Damn Tyler it's freakin' hot in this damn house." For some reason Casey
started cussing when he was drunk, and I think I remember thinking it was
hilarious. "Fuck it," he said as he reached for the waistband of his
athletic shorts. He pulled them down and threw them out the window. There
he was, the most beautiful boy in my class, the one I'd crushed on,
standing there in nothing but tight fitting light gray boxer-briefs. Sweat
glistened on his bronzed skin, and rolled down from the crown of his
shoulders over his well-defined pecs and all the way to his waistband. His
penny-sized light brown nipples were hard and erect. They sat perfectly
above a toned stomach with a light hint of a six pack. There was little
baby fat in his upper body, and all the running we had been doing at
baseball practice had honed his hairless thighs into perfect balance with
his upper body. I could make out the outline of a soft, cut cock and balls
through his boxers. I could tell he was thick for his age.

He was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen a that point, even though I had no
real idea what sex was. I just knew my cock was tenting underneath my
athletic shorts and it felt magnificent. In my drunken stupor, all I could
do was stare endlessly at his gorgeous body. "What the fuck dude, why is it
soooo damn hot!" His screaming voice snapped me out of my daze and I
couldn't think of any reason to have my shorts stay on. In silent agreement
I dropped them off my waist and threw them out the window.

Being drunk and thus proud of my fairly nice body, I didn't attempt to hide
the boner that was aching to get out of my loose fitting blue
boxers. "Dude, you're so horny, hahahaha" Casey was staring right at my
crotch but I didn't care. I wanted him to see.

"Want a better view of it?" I said, playing along with his joke. I slowly
turned around and slid my boxers down, shaking my butt about 3 feet from
his semi-nude body. I bent all the way over and tried to stick my head
between my legs to look at him, but I fell over sideways and landed on my
right arm. Casey jumped on top of me and started tickling me, my bare boner
sticking straight up in the air. We wrestled around on the ground for five
minutes until he finally pinned me down with his arms on my shoulders and
his eyes staring right back into mine. My five-inch cock was sticking right
between his legs and was pressed solidly against his noticeably tented
boxer briefs. Out of energy, he fell on top of me and rolled over onto his
back next to me.

"Damn, I'm all sweaty" he said as he began rubbing his chest with his
hands. He stood up carefully, turned his back to me, and slowly dropped his
soaking-wet boxer briefs to the floor. His ass was perfect. It was tan like
the rest of his body and was void of any hair or defect. He turned around
and I finally laid my eyes on his beautiful cock. His 4.5 inch cock was
indeed circumcised, like mine. But man was he thick. He was hard as a rock
and his balls were pressed up tight to his erection. He looked at me and
matter-of-factly stated "dude, we need to rub one out." I had no idea what
he was talking about, but because I was drunk and horny I nodded anyway.

He came over and laid down next to me, his smooth side pressing against
mine. His left arm reached over and began rubbing my stomach slowly.  His
hand slowly crept down until he had a firm hold of my rigid boycock. It
felt so good I couldn't say anything. He looked over at me and had this
stupid drunk grin on his face as he began stroking up and down. I wish I
could remember what happened next, but I have no memory of the next few
hours. I remember the next morning waking up next to him naked in his bed,
with my hand on his semi-hard cock. My hand was sticky and covered with
some sort of dry goo. He rolled over and gave me a long, romantic kiss on
the lips and smiled in only the way that he could. I was in love with my
best friend. We laid there for what seemed like an eternity before his
parents banged on the door, wondering why there were two pairs of shorts in
the front yard. They left to go run some errands and left Casey and me
together once again. We took a long, hot shower to clean up and to help get
rid of our hangovers. After we made out for about 30 minutes, my parents
were there to pick me up.

Then, as it seems to do in life, tragedy rotted the sweet fruits of budding
love. Two days after the best experience of my life, Casey broke his neck
in a four-wheeling accident and died of his injuries a week later. My
parents would not let me into the hospital to say goodbye, feeling as
though I was too young to see someone in that state. They didn't know how
much I loved him. They didn't know a lot of things.  Every time I think of
Casey I feel so much emotion, but it is difficult to describe the exact
feeling in words.

As I grew older I never got over my attraction to him, and every boy that
remotely resembled Casey has stopped me in my tracks. I wanted so
desperately to experience that type of romance with a boy that age, and
share in his first time sexual experiences. For a long time I resisted the
urge to act on those attractions. Obviously, I never told anyone I was
attracted to adolescent boys. I never even told anyone I was attracted to
other boys in general. I continued playing baseball and eventually grew
into a nice frame with an athletic body that all the girls wanted. While I
fooled around with some of them at parties and after prom, I never was
really that interested in pursing a long-term relationship with a girl.
Even though I was 18 and going to college on a baseball scholarship, I
still wanted to love someone like Casey. When I arrived at college, I got
that chance.

Andrew Trenton McDaniel is the love of my life.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Preview of Ch. 2: Tyler meets Andrew. It gets good. :)