Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 22:43:14 -0800 (PST)
From: ladQVX
Subject: My Boy Matt part 2, installment 6, Beginnings

All of the usual disclaimers apply. If it is wrong or
illegal for you this type of material, please stop
reading and leave. These partial works of fiction
depict sex between consenting persons. Although the
events are 100% true, the names of those involved have
been changed to protect their identity. Usage of this
body of work with written permission by me in
unacceptable.

This story series are about lost opportunity. If you
have ever found yourself in a situation where you have
felt sex was going to happen but didn't due to
unforeseen circumstances, this series is for you. I
hope you enjoy.

When I was in the 6th grade, I attended a small
private school close to my home. At this point in my
life, I had already discovered masturbation and
enjoyed the practice as often as possible. Up to this
point, I had innocently fooled around with a few of my
friends, but up til now, the orgasm had not yet been
incorporated. Although I was a little nervous about
sharing this experience with someone, the overwhelming
feeling of horniness that I had been experiencing
appeared to diminish that fear.

Because the school was very small, all of the boys
ranging in age from 1st grade all the way up to 12th
grade, participated in the same gym class. For a boy
deep into puberty, the desire to peek at the other
guys' junk, became overwhelming. I must admit, there
were more than one of them that I frequently thought
about as I masturbated. One of these was a boy named
Bill who happened to be a grade ahead of me.

Bill came from a broken home. He and his older sister
lived with their mom in a small rented house a short
distance from my home. The year before, Bill was just
one of the guys. But like myself, he too began to
experience the same urges that I had currently been
feeling.

An area church youth group had offered school age
kids to come and enjoy a haunted forest as well as a
bon fire. It was estimated that several hundred kids
from area churches were going to attend. All of us at
school were anxious to attend. In preparation for this
event, Bill had asked me if I would be interested in
going to his house afterword and spend the night. All
appropriate arrangements were made and that night
finally came.

During the bon fire, two guys that were in a grade or
two below me also showed up. During the bon fire, both
of these boys talked very candidly about sexual
situations with Bill. Out of apparent embarrassment,
Bill played it off my saying these boys were just
being silly. What I thought odd at the time, was the
amount of playful crotch grabbing that was going on
between them.

Something came up that night and I was unable to spend
the night at Bill's house. As a result, we rescheduled
the sleepover for the following night. I arrived at
Bill's house at about 5:00 that next evening. Shortly
after my arrival, Bill asked me if I wanted to take a
ride of his motorcycle with him. Being a young boy of
13, I couldn't think of anything better.

We drug his small motorcycle from his garage and
proceeded to ride along a set of railroad tracks that
ran along the back of his property. At first I
suggested that I sit on the seat behind him so I could
hold on by grabbing his waist. He countered that by
saying that it would be easier for him to steer if I
sat on the seat in front of him. Not wanting to miss
my chance to take a ride, I was going to sit anywhere
he told me to. I climbed on in front of him and off we
went.

We rode along the bumpy tracks for quite a distance.
After a couple of serious bumps, we would stop and
take a break. He suggested we hop of his motorcycle
and sit on a hill for a few minutes. Each time we
resumed our ride, I would sit down in front of him.
After our second stop, he told me to sit down on the
seat carefully because he claimed the seat was loose
and he needed to adjust it. He had me straddle the
bike and asked me to wait while he tried to
"re-fasten" it. He would have me sit down carefully,
blaming the seat for this inconvenience.

After the second time or "re adjustment" I began to
notice a strange lump in the seat. I didn't realize it
at the time, but what he was doing was bending his
erection down onto the seat where he had me sit on it
in preparation for another run. Although it appeared
only slightly odd to me, I reasoned it away by
thinking that I also got erections at the most
inconvenient time. Now I realize that this just gave
him pleasure. Boys that age will use almost anything
that might result in an orgasm. This was no exception.
He used this bumpy terrain to stimulate himself
against my body.

We finished our ride late that evening just as the sun
dropped below the horizon. We had a quick dinner and
immediately retreated to his basement bedroom. He
showed me around his digs and eventually we found
ourselves getting ready for bed. Then, instead of
climbing into bed, he asked me to sit down with him on
the floor next to his dresser. He proceeded to pull a
stack of magazines from under his dresser. I was
delighted to learn that he had nearly 50 porno mags.

Instead of showing me just a few of the best ones, we
took the next two hours going through each one page by
page. His collection ranged from soft core like
playboy, all the way up to some of the most graphic
displays of sexual situations. And, in order to
heighten the experience, Bill decided he was going to
add his own commentary to each picture. He was
seducing me!

Finally, when we were done, he said it was time to hit
the sack. He put his booty carefully under his dresser
and began to prepare for bed. I had been used to
sleeping in my underwear, so you can imagine my shock
when he stripped nude right there in front of me
exposing a bid dick for his age. Not only was it
larger than mine, he was also very erect. Although I
almost exploded in my pants, I felt so awkward that I
didn't dare check him out. Once he saw that I wasn't
going to respond to the opportunity, he began
directing conversation toward his genitals.

He asked me if I had ever masturbated with a friend
and I told him that I hadn't. With that, he leapt into
the top bunk of his bunk bed. He told me that looking
at the magazines had made him horny and asked my if I
would be interested in masturbating with him. Of
course I agreed. In order to provoke more spirited
participation, he told me that an uncle of his had
instructed him on how to masturbate. He went on to say
that he wanted to show me the best way to do it. With
the lights still one, he asked me to get out of bed so
he could show me the best way to do it.

Reluctant at first, I stood next to our beds and
watched as he gave me a demonstration of his
technique. As I look back, he wasn't the least bit
interested in showing me just his technique, this was
his way to persuade me to do thing with him. Fearing
that I would be called gay for doing anything
together, we eventually decided to masturbate on our
own beds. It didn't take long for either of us. In
fact, only a few minutes passed as both of us
experienced our first orgasm together.

Once we got cleaned up, he hopped back up into his bed
and with the lights off, we talked about the
experience. Allthewhile, he kept telling me that he
was so horny that he could do it again. He was talking
all sexual again and out of the blue, I pressed my
foot into the springs of his bed. As I did, he began
rubbing his dick on this lump and told me how good it
felt. I felt the urge again to perhaps take another
round, but the had case of hornies had begun to fade
and my previous courage appeared to have diminished.


We finally slipped into sleep and when we woke the
next day, not once did the subject come up. I spent
the next few days processing all of the things that
had happened that night. The more I thought about it,
the more angry at myself I had become. I was so mad
that I had not seen all the signs and honestly felt
that more might have happened that night had I not
felt so awkward about it.

As a result, I promised myself that if the opportunity
again, I would make certain to give this a second
chance. Several weeks later, I invited Bill to stay
over at my house. During that time right before we
went to sleep, I injected some of the sexy talk that
went on at his house. Since I didn't have bunk beds,
Billy and I found ourselves laying side by side.

As the minutes passed, I suggested to Billy that we
could do what we had done at his house. Unfortunately,
this time he didn't appear to show any interest in
that. I was finally able to negotiate with him, but he
would only agree to masturbate with me if I moved to
the floor, out of bed with him.

Out of desperation, I did everything I could to
inspire him to do more with me. My suggestions
appeared to have fallen on deaf ears. I later learned
that he had been interested in messing around with me
that night, but since he was out of his environment,
he wasn't able to get comfortable enough to submit. He
lost his confidence because my bedroom door didn't
have a lock, my brother was sleeping right across the
hall and he must have reflected upon our first time
together and must have felt that I was just too
uncertain and feared I would tell someone.

I spent the next few years drawing from that limited
experience every time I masturbated. In my fantasy,
Bill and I always ended up in a pile of hot sweaty
sex. Unfortunately, that second encounter between us
was to be our last.

We went our separate ways after that. My family and I
moved about 200 miles away and Bill went back to
public school. I did see him again several years
later. Bill and I eventually ended up attending the
same public school together. Since our last encounter
together had been nearly 6 years before, perhaps he
felt that I might represent a threat to his privacy.
He couldn't have been more wrong.

Even now, I still think about our time together. I
long to know what might have happened if I had only
responded to him that first night. I'm sure if I had
joined him that night, I might have enjoyed several
more opportunities with him.

Last I knew, Bill went away to the military right out
of high school. I have no idea where he is today, but
I always live with the hope that someday he might come
back to me wanting the same things I do.