Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss From: an183867@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.motss Reply-To: an183867@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 19 Jan 1995 05:05:28 UTC Subject: <0 0> Tommy The following is a personal experience that I would like to share with you. Tommy was 12 years old when we met. He was really cute, with a small nose and thin lips against fair skin and blond hair. He was under five feet tall with a slim build and long limbs. His high voice suggested that puberty was still around the corner. He was shy and innocent, but with a strong sense of willful purpose. Tommy's 16-year-old sister brought us together. The boy's need for love and stability and my need to offer it was her reason for introducing us. It's still amazing to me that she would do that knowing full well that I was a boy- lover. I guess there really are some sane people in the world. My relationship with Tommy developed slowly. There was a time when I thought we would remain distant friends, but I remember that about four months after we met, we had a trust that left us both feeling comfortable together. In my memory of that time, we see each other often. We play and wrestle. We go to the park and the video arcades. We go shopping and I buy him nice things when I can. One day we rent a couple of movies, but I'm more interested in watching him. He's really adorable. During the second movie I start to notice something is different. We are sitting on my love seat sofa and he's not clinging to his arm rest like he usually does. He's small and doesn't take up much of his side, but as he squiggles around he moves closer to me. As he crosses his leg I become very intent on him because his knee is very close to mine. I decide to follow his lead and I cross my leg too. Now our knees are only inches apart. A stillness settles over us. Time seems to stop. Then he lifts his hand and sets it on his knee. My heart is pounding as I do the same with mine. Moments pass until finally I see his little pinky start to reach out toward my hand. My heart skips a beat as I follow suit. Contact! Our finger touch. Ever so slowly out hands clasp each other and we gently squeeze. My mouth feels like it-has cotton in it and I'm afraid to do anything for fear of losing this moment. My cock is hard and I can feel my pre-cum leak in my shorts. The softness of his young hand reminds me that he is only 12. Such a small hand. So sensuous is his touch as our hands caress each other. Then I begin to feel a slight pull and I watch my hand slowly move toward him. He gently lays our hands in his lap with the back of my hand pressing against his extremely hard little cock. He pushes my hand down and I can feel it pounding. As he releases my hand I turn it over and hold his boy dick for the first time. Then I squeeze it and he moans as he slides down in his seat to give me better access. I see his head lean back and his hands fall to his side. His adorable hard-on and tiny balls are too hot for words. Three-and-a-half inches of pure joy. Then I reach up and pull down his sweat pants and underwear. He has just a wisp of pubic hair and his stiff boner is pointing to his belly button. I feel his tight little ball sac and cock as I move down on my knees. I take his cock into my salivating mouth and taste it. He moans with pleasure as I take it all in and suck it like a lollipop. His moaning quickens as I start to rock. I begin a steady motion and my tongue explores the soft hardness. As I increase my pace I fell his pulsing shaft expand in my mouth and it squirts the sweetest drops of cum I have ever tasted. I slow my sucking and stop as his breathing returns to normal. I take time to taste the luscious flavor before I swallow. I smile as I look up. His eyes are full of wonder and uncertainty. They seem to be seeking reassurance and support. I gently message his smooth skin and ask him how he's doing. With a grin he says he's good. I tell him, "Thanks. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." He says,"Yeah." We talk about how wonderful and natural what we did was, and how amazing it is that people don't understand and even condemn it, how ridiculous it is that kids his age are not allowed to choose for themselves, and what could happen if people found out. I explain that being gay or straight is not a result of experience. Many boys have sexual encounter with their own sex and most turn out straight. My own numerous attempts to be sexual with girls with I was young only helped me to understand that I was gay. Being gay is just another way of being. By the time we are finished talking I am sure that I am falling in love. Tommy is 20 years now and in college. He lived with me for four years. When he was 15 his mom came to understand our relationship and gave us her blessing. That summer we three marched in the local gay pride parade. My family accepted him and continue to ask about his well-being. They all know at some level that I am a boy- lover and although I have openly discussed my relationship with only a few family members, they all seem to be accepting it. Tommy moved back in with his mom when he was a junior in high school because I moved to a new city. He wanted to finish in the same school. To my dismay he soon met another man whom he is still seeing. But his happiness is my concern and his new lover is a very nice man. I still love him as much if not more than ever and I still find him very attractive. We talk in the phone often and see each other as we can. I'll always be there for him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. 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