Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2008 12:27:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Chris
Subject: Twelve And Nineteen, Part six

			    Twelve And Ninteen
				 Part six

				    By

				   Chris
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As the fire once again died that morning, after i lost my cherry, we found
ourselves in the tent again.

Nathan hovered over me now, his long blond hair hanging down to touch my
cheek.  I lay flat on my back, looking up into his eyes.

My Dad never allowed me to have long hair. It was a short 'crewcut'. I
remember crying everytime I got my hair cut, with my Dad standing there
holding the clippers. He never listened to my pleas.  My short coal black
hair, both on my head and the almost non-existent hairs around my cock made
quite a contrast to Nathan's long blond hair, which hung down onto my chest
now, and the dark, black, thick bush on his pubes.  That contrast always
fascinated me.  I lost count the number of times while I was with him that
I gave him head. But I use to get an up close of that black hair, and then
raise my eyes to see his beautiful blond head, and of course those steel
blue eyes.  And I was always amazed.

He never apollogized for brushing it over my face, my chest, my stomach and
my cock as he enveloped my hard-on with his warm mouth.  I remember moaning
and thinking that i could not be happier. I didn't want to be anywhere
else.

I found him using the fingers of one hand to pull gently on my tits, and
not forgetting to occasionally brush over my chest, down to my stomach and
back again.  The other hand began prodding my now sensitive red boi hole
with slow movements in and out.

I knew what he wanted, and I wasn't about to fight him, in spite of how it
did hurt.... some.  I was still sore.  I don't remember how many times I
was entered the night before.  I remember getting lost in the movment
between him and his brother.  They told me they wanted to teach me all that
they knew. So there were many postions and little talk.  When we did talk,
it was usually an order.  To this day, I have a fetish for some rough
sex. They both did whatever they wanted and I just did what I was told.

Later, long after Nathan and I had parted, I found myself reversing the
roles, for some reason.  It was me, who wanted someone younger, and someone
who wanted to be taught, and commanded, yet lovingly.

Someone once said, after reading my story, that it seemed that they just
took advantage of me, and I was young, and just fell for it. I thought
about that.

I can't begin to describe the heat between us three that first day and
night. I know that there was nothing done that I did not want with all my
heart.  And almost immediately, there was such a bond between Nathan and
myself.
 
 In talking to others, it seems many people forget the details, of those
'first times', but they rarely forget how they felt!  I remember both!

I remember so many of the details, because I loved him with all my heart,
and still do!  I have relived it a thousand times.  I can't say for sure
that a lot of it wasn't lust, at first, at that age.  (Anyone who has been
around for a while, knows that much of what is called love in this world
between two people is often lust, to begin with at least).  True love has
to grow in and around that. Time and experience makes it evolve, or lose
its hold on us soon.

Ours NEVER did.  It only grew bigger over the next few months.  Nathan told
me several times that there was something special about me when he first
saw my face that first night at scouts.  I knew that was true for me.  And
that first time with me in his bedroom with his brother, he knew that we
would be together, and had feelings for me, even then.  And later, he told
me repeatedly "he loved me".  And I was the only one, for almost two years.
I knew that to be true, although ours was a forbidden and secret love.

Many times over the next two years, we never had to say a word.  Actions
spoke for us both.  So abuse, that is ridiculous.  It was however, heaven.

I felt Nathan release my cock with his mouth, and as his lips gently kissed
my cock head, he moved in between my legs and used his legs too spread
mine.  He moved up to my face with his, and began to kiss me. First once,
then again, each time longer and deeper, until i could taste not only his
cigerettes, but my pre-cum, that salty/sweet aftertaste.  My cock now
rubbed with his cock and burned for some kind of release.

With one hand he heached down and pulled my leg high up to rest on my
chest.  Then he used his other hand to do the same with the other.  I
looked down now and saw Nathan slide down to lay flat on his stomach while
telling me to hold my legs behind my knees with my hands.

This was new to me.  What was he doing?

And as I remained in this awkward postion, I saw him begin to kiss first my
cock, then my balls, and ever so gently, he began to tongue down to my
pussy.  (I didn't know I should call it that until I met Nathan and his
brother.  I also didn't know that now i was a boi, and not a boy, after
losing my cherry!  Ha.)

It was then that I was introduced to 'rimming'.  And Nathan, having learned
to do this with his brother, was the greatest teacher.  (I didn't know then
that Nathan had never been 'rimmed' before me.  His brother only gave him
head once, and would never rim him!  He only fucked him and wanted Nathan
to give him head.  He said he was not gay.)

Soon I was squirming, and moaning, and I could not believe this feeling was
possible from someone sticking their tongue in and out of my ass hole!
What I, at first thought was gross, became another ecstatic experience for
this 'newbie'.  And, of course, several times after that, I loved Nathan in
the same way.

If I was once sore, and red, now I was flushed, and horny as hell.  Ever so
quickly, Nathan raised up on his knees, almost jumped his reclining body up
to my chest and with two fingers physically opened my mouth, as he inserted
his long hard cock, and began to pump.  My legs now lay flat on the
sleeping bag, and cock filled my mouth.

But then , just as quickly, almost as though he just wanted to wet his
cock, he pulled out with a string of pre-cum haining from his cock head to
my empty lips and jumped back down to raise my legs to his shoulders.  He
forcefully entered me to the hilt!  I yelled, "Oh!' And he began to pound
my ass!  It was not a gentle fuck, but a hard one!  I DO remember that fuck
well.  Because it was that next morning and it was the only fuck I had that
morning, and how could I forget it!  It was the last thing we did before
leaving that morning.  it wa almost liek he didn't want me to forget him!

I remember he fucked me for the longest time(or it seemed like it) First
hard, then would slow down and barely move, only to begin again, and soon i
was slammed and heard the 'slapping' again.  The pain was long gone, but I
rememer that pressure and thinking that he would tear me into if he did it
any harder!

I cum, and I cum hard without ever touching myself.  Just the jackhammer
thrusting of his cock was enough.

And then breathlessly he said, 'Oh, Oh, I'm gonna cum!  He pulled out, let
my legs fall and he again jumped up on my chest and said, 'Open!'  And I
opened my mouth and he shot into my mouth, over and over, and rubbed his
cock over my lips and face and then began to slap my face with his cock.  I
swallowed, with closed eyes.

 Soon, I felt his lips again on mine and we kissed for the longest time.
He now gently cooed in my ear, wonderful words of how much he was glad I
was in his life, and how much he loved me, and "will you be mine forever
Chris?"

And I said,"Yes!"