Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 00:58:46 +0000
From: novirk2@hotmail.com
Subject: David's Slave. (GAY. BOY/BOY)

This is a story involving boy/boy graphic sex and not intended for reading
by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where
you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely
fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading.

This story is about two boys one twelve and one ten who meet and fall in
love. I thought it might be different if I wrote it with the younger boy
being the leader and the older boy slowly becoming his slave, all in the
name of love.

Chapter one does not really have much sex in it as it is just setting the
scene. Let me know if you want to see part two (which I have already
written) and maybe other parts that I have not yet.

All comments are welcome as this is my first attempt at a story, so email me
at...    Novirk2@hotmail.com.

David's Slave.

CHAPTER ONE.

When I was twelve I was not sure about who and what I was. One moment I
liked girls and the next boys, it sure was a confusing time for me. I was
just starting puberty but still had no hair around my dick. That didn't stop
me playing with it every chance I got.

The main two things I remember most about being twelve were that it only
took the wind to blow in the wrong direction to make me go instantly hard
and David. It sure was a year I will never forget.

He moved next door to us one week after I turned twelve.  I bumped into him
as he was carrying a box of his things almost as big as he was into the flat
next door to ours. As usual I had been daydreaming and was now in a rush to
make soccer practice on time. I didn't even see him until I had trampled him
into the ground and scattered all the things from his box around him. I
muttered some sort of apology and was about to carry on my way when a
shoebox full of photos caught my eye. The lid had come off and pictures of
what seemed to be him and his dad had spilled out. Thoughts of my own
missing dad crossed my mind. I started quickly picking the pictures and
other things that had spilled out of the box up and putting them back in. I
was already late for soccer practice so I figured a few more minutes
wouldn't matter much.

It was only when I heard his voice that I stopped and took the time to
properly look at him. Two things happened instantly after that. My dick grew
as hard as an iron bar and I turned bright red. There still on the floor
where I had knocked him lay the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my
life.

If I close my eyes I can still see him lay there with all his things
scattered around him on the ground wearing the shortest tight red shorts I
had ever seen and a bright yellow t-shirt. He looked to be around nine or
maybe ten, but one thing was for sure he was the most adorable thing on this
planet. He had this dark unruly curly hair that he always seemed to shyly
look at you through. I had this urge to sweep his hair back out of his eyes,
I wasn't sure if it was so he could see me better or that I wanted to see
him better. It was his brown eyes that made me stare the most though. They
made my legs feel weak and my heart beat at what seemed a million miles an
hour. His left leg was bent at the knee so I had what seemed like an endless
view up that leg until it disappeared into the leg of his white undies and
then the shadow of his shorts. Slowly my eyes followed the line of his leg
finishing at the front of his shorts.

Neither of us spoke, we both just stared at each other until a voice behind
me broke the spell. I later found out that this was his mom. Again I
muttered a few lame words of explanation and then glanced back at David,
this time looking him straight in the eyes. He was still staring at me and
it was only then that I noticed what he was staring at. My soccer shorts had
a great big tent and even worse a growing wet patch. Even back then I always
seemed to produce a large amount of precum.

That was all I needed. I felt my face grow even redder and I took the only
option available to an embarrassed twelve-year-old boy; I bolted shouting a
hesitant sorry as I left.

All the way to soccer practice I thought about what had happened. I pulled
my soccer top out of my shorts and let it hang over my shorts hoping to
cover up the wet patch my dick had left on my shorts. The last thing I
needed right now was my friends making fun of my embarrassing stain. I just
could not concentrate on the game at all and was glad when it was over. I
headed home thinking of him and nothing else and the effect he had on me.
As I reached the fifth floor of the block of flats where I lived I saw the
light from next door and as I passed I heard David's mom telling him to go
take a bath. Oh god, instantly a vision of him wet and naked in the bath
invaded my head. It's funny how something as simple as putting a key in a
lock can become nuclear physics, but just the thought of him naked made it
seem so. Somehow I split the atom and managed to get the key in the lock and
the door open. Quickly I closed the door behind me and went straight into my
room.

My mom worked nights and dad had left when I was three so as usual I had the
place to myself.

All of these flats had been built exactly the same. The second flat on the
row was a mirror image of the first and so it progressed along the row. So
their bathroom was right next to ours and the smaller of the two bedrooms
(mine and his) were next to each other. My room was at the back and had a
small balcony, which meant his did to.

When my friend Chris used to live there we would often climb over into the
others room, using the balcony. Both our moms hated this as they always
thought one of us would one day slip and fall to our death. We both being
eleven at the time though never gave it a moments thought. This wasn't the
same though I had never felt like this about Chris. It meant though that I
could actually picture David in his room and also in the bathroom.

I resisted going into our bathroom to listen to him having his bath for
about two minutes. Then stripping off all my clothes and without even turning
on the light I crept in and listened. Almost straight away I could hear him
splashing about.  I knew where the sound was coming from. I had lived here
almost all my life and so knew everything about the place. I knew that if
you stood with one foot on the toilet and the other on the sink that there
was a vent that you could look through. There was a matching vent on the
wall in the same place in their bathroom. I think it was meant as an air
vent but it gave you a pretty good view into next doors bathroom. I had
spent quite a lot of time spying on Chris's mom in there, trying to see my
first naked woman. Another thing Chris never knew.

The sight that greeted me almost made me fall. There he was sitting in the
bath. My hand reached for my aching dick and I slowly rubbed it while I
watched him. Far too soon I heard his mom shout for him to get out of the
bath and into bed and I heard him shout a reply. Then he stood up and for
the first time I saw him completely nude.

He was perfect and he made me leak what felt like a bucket load of precum
into my hand as I rubbed my dick. I couldn't take it any more, I beat
furiously at my dick somehow keeping my balance and let out a groan as I let
fly with what seemed to me back then to be an ocean of cum. He looked up at
the vent with a puzzled expression as he heard my groan. Then he stepped out
of the bath and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself. I got down
and lay on the floor.

For the second time in one day this boy had made my knees weak. So I lay
there until my breathing returned to normal as the last of my cum dribbled
from the end of my now shrinking dick.

Lots of emotions ran through my mind. Some guilt and shame, but other
feeling too. After all he could only be what nine or ten. He looked even
somehow younger naked, but I also felt this warm and yes sexy feeling
inside. I didn't know what it was for sure but it sure felt like love. I
cleaned up in the bathroom and sprayed the air freshener then went into my
room.

I returned to my room and sat and tried to concentrate on my homework but I
kept glancing at my balcony. I knew I couldn't though however much I really
wanted to, no I couldn't climb over to his and spy on him. I really wanted
to see him again and maybe touch him but I was too scared that I might get
caught or somehow worse, that he might not like me if he knew what I was
thinking.

Eventually I slept and dreamed that I had indeed climbed over to his balcony
and slipped into his bed with him. As my lips closed around his cute little
dick I heard him sigh and then I woke and felt the wetness of my dream on my
belly and the sheets. It was Monday morning and school time.