The Conversation

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Both Paul and Eric existed, and Paul came over to my house all the time. Eric did steal a bunch of rubbers out of my drawer and take them to school, and his mother was a bitch, but of course, the rest of the story is fantasy.

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The Conversation

"Those boys are hot," I said. James and I were sitting in the food court at a mall, and two hot thirteen to fourteen-year-old boys were sitting a couple of tables away. "I'd fuck either of those two."

"Shit! So, would I," he said. "Too bad it's wrong to do it."

"Hell, it's not wrong. It may be illegal, but it's not wrong. It being illegal is just a made-up convention, and given the span of centuries, not that old a convention. Not too long ago, a fourteen-year-old was a man, old enough to get married or to fight in a war. What right does society have to tell him he can't fuck?"

"He can fuck," said James, "with someone his own age, but not with an older man. An adult, can't fuck him."

"And what right does society have telling them, a kid well into puberty, who is having sex, even if that sex is only masturbation, who he can or cannot have sex with? The Greeks of olden times had it right. An older man took a young boy under his wing and taught him about life, and that included what sex was about."

"Well, the Greeks had it right," James said. "Women were for procreation. Boys were for sex. Too bad that's changed. Have you ever fucked a boy?"

"Just between you and me?"

"Of course," he said.

"Yeah."

"When and where?"

"Again, this is between you and me. If you ever say anything, I'll call you a liar and never have anything else to do with you."

"Fuck, Man, I'd never say anything. Have I ever betrayed your trust?"

"No. I'm just saying..."

"Hell, Zach, if I had the chance and thought I could get away with it, I'd fuck either of those boys. I was fucked by one of my teachers when I was fourteen, and I don't at all regret it happening."

"You were? No shit? You never told me before."

"Mostly to protect him," James said. "He's still teaching and probably still fucking his students. I still see him occasionally and wouldn't want what happened between us to get out."

"You don't want to protect his current students?"

"From what? From having the best sexual experience of their lives up until that time. That's how I look at what happened between him and me. He taught me that there was nothing wrong with being gay. He taught me to have fun with my sexuality. Now, tell me about this kid you had sex with."

"I happened when I was twenty-two. I was living with my sister, paying half the rent and utilities. He lived in the neighborhood and came over all the time. I had a computer and a videogame system, and he liked to fool around with both of them. I'd take him out for pizza and to the arcade sometimes, maybe even to a movie. He was pretty well given free range by his parents. He didn't even bother asking them when I suggested we go somewhere."

"Twelve huh? Not even as old as those guys over there?"

"Nope, not as old as them. He wasn't even a really cute kid, but he was cute enough if you know what I mean. He was twelve, and all twelve-year-old boys are cute. One day, he was over my house sitting on my bed playing a videogame, and he was leaning against me without any reason to. I had a king-size bed, and we could have sat feet apart. Feeling a vibe from him, I casually rested my hand on his leg. He leaned into me more, and I moved my hand up his leg until it was resting on his dick. Now, he didn't have much of a dick, not three-and-a-half inched hard, maybe two-inches soft. Mine's not all that big, but it's a monster compared to his. I already knew about how big his was hard, because I'd seen it about half erect before.

He was like most twelve-year-old boys I guess. Their dicks are always hard. Anyway, as soon as I touched his dick, he ejaculated, "Oh...oh." I had no doubt he was cumming. Sure enough, when I pulled down his jeans -- he offered no resistance to my pulling then down - I saw a wet spot on his underwear at the end of his dick. My sister wasn't home, so I helped him off with all his clothes. He let me, but didn't say anything. When I had him naked, I took off mine and lay on top of him, my mouth on his, kissing him, running my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back. His dick, such as it was, was fully erect so I lowered my mouth to it and blew him. He came almost as soon as I had it in my mouth."

"What was his name?" James asked.

"Paul."

"Well, go on."

"I was. You're the one that interrupted me."

"Sorry," he said, and I continued.

After I blew him four or five times -- I think the kid had an unlimited supply of spunk - I climbed on top of him again, saying, "This might hurt the first time, Paul, but it will be better after that. Anytime you want me to stop, tell me and I will. Okay?"

He nodded but didn't say anything, so I spit on my hand and rubbed the spit on his hole, inserting first one, then two fingers up it, loosening his virgin hole. When I had it about as loose as it would get, I lay on top of him, kissing him while guiding my dick to his hole, applying pressure when my dick found it. He didn't tell me to stop. As hard as would have been to stop just then, I would have had he asked me or shown any great distress. Actually, I didn't think it would hurt him. I'd seen some of the turds he had shit, and they were bigger than my dick. One of them was so big it stopped up my toilet, and I had to break it up with a coat-hanger to get it to flush.

He didn't even whimper when my dick worked its way past his sphincter. Kissing and telling him I loved him, I fucked him and soon spurted into his ass. He was kissing me back while I did, so I fucked him a couple more times.

"You know you can't tell anyone about this, don't you?" I told him, and he nodded. I fucked him again and blew him again, and we took a hot bath together. I jacked him off while we were in the tub. Like I said, he seemed to have an endless supply of cum. `Did you like what we did?' I asked him, and again, he nodded. He wasn't very talkative. I guess he was trying to absorb the experience. I know I had to the first time I got fucked, but I came back for more."

"Did he?" asked James.

"Yeah, he came back for more."

The next time he came over when no one else but us were home, he was a little more talkative, more like his usual self.

"You fucked me, didn't you?" he said.

"Yeah, but don't say anything to anyone about it."

"I won't. You blew me, too. You sucked my dick."

"Yeah."

"What was it like to have me squirt in your mouth? What does it taste like?"

"One way to find out."

"You mean, if I suck your dick and you spurt into my mouth?"

"Best way I know of, but you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"I want to," he said, and with a little help and instruction from me, he blew me, and he got to taste spunk for the first time."

"How did you like it?"

"Tastes funny," he said. "Do you like how it tastes?"

"It grows on you," I said. "I like it a lot now."

"Can I do it again?"

"Sure,'/ I said, and he blew me a second time. After that, I fucked him and having expended about all the spunk I had stored up, I blew him four times before he was also content, content but he could have gone for more.

We lay on the bed side-by-side. His dick was hard but mine wasn't. "I wish my dick was as big as yours," he said. "It's smaller than most anyone's"

"Haven't what we just did shown you that you don't have to have a big dick to have fun? You probably won't fuck a lot of guys with your dick, but everything else you have, your ass and your mouth, are adequate. I like your little dick. I like sucking it. Don't you like having it sucked?'

"Yeah. I like the other thing, too."

"What?"

"Having you fuck me and kiss me. I like that a lot."

"Some guys, even one's with big dicks, would rather get fucked than fuck. Sometimes, when I'm in the mood for it, I like to get fucked, and I love to blow people. I love blowing you. Lots of times, when I'm having sex with someone, I don't cum at all. I'm either sucking his cock or he's fucking me and that I'm not having an orgasm isn't at all important. Sex is more than just getting your rocks off. It's also about pleasing the other person."

"Could I try fucking you?"

"Of course, you can. Like I said, sex is about sharing. You let me fuck you. It's only right I let you fuck me." So, I raised my legs and let him get between them. With a little effort, he got most of his three-and-a-half-inches in me. As usual, it wasn't long before he came. "How did you like it?" I said.

"It was okay, but I like it better when you suck me. I even like it better when you fuck me. I like making you squirt inside me either by sucking you or letting you fuck me. It's more fun even if I don't squirt."

"You're a natural bottom, Kid."

"What's that?"

"A bottom?"

"Yeah."

"He's the one on the bottom getting fucked or the one sucking cock."

"What are you?"

A little of both, depending on the mood I'm in and who I'm with. Sometimes, I'd rather be the one fucking, and sometimes, I'd rather be the one getting fucked. Just remember, if you're a bottom, it doesn't matter how big your cock is. About all you're going to be using it for is jacking off. How long have you been jacking off.?"

He looked up like he was thinking, and after counting the months on his fingers, he said, "Five months more or less."

"Is it fun?"

"Lots, but not as much as what we do."

"Sex is always more fun if you're doing it with someone else. You ever jack off with another boy?"

"With Eric," another twelve-year-old who lived next door to me, but his mother was a bitch. I wouldn't touch Eric with a fucking twenty-foot pole. A ten-foot one would be too short. That woman was just looking for a reason to put me away. Eric and Paul climbed through my window once, and he took a bunch of rubbers out of my drawer, then got caught taking them to school. She came over full of accusations, but I shut her up when I told her he had broken into my house and had stolen them. Nope, I wouldn't have hd nothing to do with that kid, even if he is queer. He was just the opposite of Paul. The fucker was almost as tall as me, and whereas Paul had a small dick, Eric had a bigger dick than I do. I saw it once when I took him and Paul to the gym and we changed into our workout clothes. It was as long flaccid as mine is hard. No telling how big it gets hard."

"That is, however, a dick I wouldn't mind having up me. Eric was a big boy, but he was cute enough. I later found out he was queer. Paul told me over the phone that he was, but how could he not be with the mother he had? She would turn anyone off woment. I probably could have fucked him but unlike Paul, I could never have trusted him to keep his mouth shut. He was blond and had blue eyes whereas Paul had brown hair and brown eyes."

"But, you could have had him?" James said.

"I could have had him," I said, "no doubt about it. I'd bet my paycheck on it."

"So, what happened to Paul?"

"I quit my job and moved away. For a while, he'd call me now and then, but one day he called when I was about to leave to go meet a friend, and I told him I was busy and would call him back. When I did, just a short time later, his phone had been disconnected. Maybe, he was calling to tell me he was moving, and I cut him off. I hoped he would call back, but he never did. Hell, that was years after I met him. He must have been at least eighteen by then. Coincidentally, I asked him if he had a boyfriend, and he said, "Not really, except for Eric."

"Is Eric fucking you?" I asked him.

"Yeah, he does have a nice dick."

"I imagine," I said. "I never saw it hard, but it was big enough soft. When did that start?" I asked.

"Right after you left."

"Your idea or his?"

"Mine, I guess. I blew him and things just progressed from there. He made fun of my little dick at first, but I told him if he did, he couldn't fuck me, and that shut him up real quick."

"Is that all there is to the story?" James asked.

"Pretty much. Like I said, Paul never called me back, and I couldn't track him down -- I did try. I've often thought of him, but I haven't heard from him in years."

"Is he the only boy you fucked?"

"That, my friend, is a story for another time."