Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2001 00:31:50 EST
From: gayboi1977@aol.com
Subject: Johnny's Memoirs Part I Chapter I {J. Michael Pitt} (MB anal inc teen1 hs)

Johnny's Memoirs
By J. Michael Pitt
Part One - An Addict, Reborn
Chapter One

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J. Mike 11/24/01

Introduction:

So here it is. If you are reading this, then that means that you have found
my little stash of collected sexual experiences. What luck for you!

Let me begin with a little more detail. Otherwise, god forbid, you won't
read further, and all of my "work" will be in total vain.

I am Johnny. Well, John Matthew Baldwin, to be more precise. At the time I
write these words, the "beginning" of my little excursion, I am 16 years
old. But don't let that fool you, not for a minute. I am a devious little
creature. At an even six feet tall and 160 pounds, with dark brown hair and
ice-blue eyes, perfect of build and striking features, one would look at me
and see an angel. But this is not so.

For I am the very opposite, at times. I am the one who your mother would
never want you to meet, let alone befriend.

And spoiled rotten, too. But why tell you all of this, I am sure it will
come out sooner or later. Just don't forget, not once while you read this,
that I am the perfect devil.

Let's see then. Where to begin? Should I begin form the deep past, the
times when my older brother would jack off all over my 11 year-old ass
while I was pretending to be asleep? Or should I begin my tale at the point
where I watched him and his best friend rape some poor nerd at their
school. That is what changed me to this thing I am now, really.

Oh, make no mistake, my older brother, Preston, is at the core of all of my
stories. He always will be. For it is the cruelty I witnessed in his
presence, as well of the acts of passion we later experienced together,
that molded me. And eventually made him into the object of my unquenchable
obsession.

Yes, you might think this a sick thing. Well to hell with you, anyway.

So much to tell and not a damned clue where to begin... But I will tell you
this: I will explain the events in the past, as well as the recent events
that took place just prior to the beginning of this journal entry. You see,
I am a sex addict, reborn into dark sex icon.

I will leave out some details that made me so "dark" to avoid potential
legal action, but I assure you, you will not be left in wanting.

A glimpse of the past... Well, I will try to stick to only relevant
material.

I am the son of a very wealthy group of parents. My mother is a lawyer of
great renown, and my father, well, he doesn't work. He doesn't have to. We
come from old money, mainly from my father's side. As long as he retains
his real-estate holdings and stocks, the money will continue to roll. After
nine generations including me, the setup is nothing short of a giant
money-making machine. For everything they spend, they get almost twice as
much back.

I grew up with them and my brother Preston in the most prestigious district
of River Oaks in Houston (not a hick town at all, I must tell you).
Houston, I must say here is a city very rich in resources and culture. No
matter who you are, or what your tastes, there is always something here to
suite you. Rich or poor. The better parts of New York and New Orleans,
without all the rubbish. But I stray.

We were not such a close family as one might suspect. In fact, my mother
was rarely home due to work, and my father never gave a damn, really. As
long as he had his two very strong and attractive boys to take over his
inheritance, all was well with him.

So we, Preston and I, were often left to our own devices.

Let me tell you about this Preston. He is just short of an Adonis. His good
looks could rival, even surpass, my own. And even at such a young age as I
can remember, very well hung.

He has the same dark hair and blazing eyes that I possess, plus a perfect
body that normally only intense workouts could bestow. He is my little
Adonis. Or rather, my big Adonis, as he is four years my senior.

In the beginning of my memories, we did only the natural boy things. We
would play catch, I would tag along with his friends, skateboarding, house
wrapping, etc. I did however, enjoy the not-so-rare treat of skinny dipping
with him and his friends in our back yard swimming pool.

I almost laugh, thinking about how simple and boring things were in those
times.

It wasn't until I was nine years old that he started to do "other" things
with me on his own.

These were things that he would do only with me, of course, yet I did not
realize at the time why. I only knew that I enjoyed being with him.

The summer of my ninth year. I remember it was uncharacteristically chilly
on this particular day. Usually, in Houston, a summer day entails scorching
heat of 100 degrees or more.

My mother had again gone out of town to argue a large corporate case for
some ungodly amount of money. My father had taken a flight to Paris to meet
an old friend. Preston and I were completely alone.

This was nothing new, you realize. But on this day things were different.
It started with Preston's discovery of the key to the liquor cabinet, as
well as my father's well-hidden stash of pornography.

Understand, I had no idea what any of this was or what use it could be to
us. I only wanted to make my brother happy. So I followed him.

We went to the liquor cabinet in the front parlor. Preston inserted the
key, and with a sharp click, the lock gave.

I remember my amazement as I surveyed the many oddly shaped bottles in all
of their various colors and labels. Only top-shelf stuff, you know. Of
course, at the time I had no way of knowing this.

Preston was also in awe. And like me, he had no concept as to what to do
with the liquid joy. Only that he had to drink it for it to work at all. He
sent me to get a couple of glasses.

I came back with two plastic cups from the pantry. After giving me a look
of scorn, he shook his head.

"Go back and get some REAL glasses," he said menacingly, "We are going to
be adults today, so we might as well drink like it."

So I grabbed two extremely heavy and obviously expensive crystal glasses
from the cabinet in the formal dining room, and brought them back to
him. He was carefully placing a few of the more interesting bottles on top
of the liquor cabinet, eyeing each one as if they might leap up at any
moment and scream "drink me, drink me!"

After much consideration, with glasses in hand, he decided to pour a little
bit of each bottle he had selected into the glasses.

When he finished, he gave me mine and said "Well, here we go" as he took a
giant gulp and winked at me.

The look on his face said it all. The way his eyes bulged out of his
beautiful face and his soft cheeks puffed up as though he might
unintentionally put the liquid right back into the cup. I decided that if
he could do it, then so could I. I took a fairly large gulp as well.

The taste was nothing as I had imagined. Being a child still, I had thought
for some reason that it might taste of candy, being as my parents enjoyed
the filth so much. This was no candy. This was the foulest taste I had ever
come across, and that is why I almost fell on top of myself when I saw
Preston take another giant gulp of the stuff.

Needless to say, before long, we were both very drunk. We had no need of
another glass.

After rolling around on the floor, completely engulfed in this new-found
sensation, and sliding down the stairs on our asses, Preston decided that
it was time to play with our other discovery. He went to get my father's
porn collection.

What he brought back was even more intimidating now than I had remembered
it only an hour or so before. In Preston's arms were perhaps 20 tapes, all
of them containing some title that contained words I could not even read,
let alone fathom the concept behind them.

Preston laughed at my baffled expression and went to put in the first tape
he had randomly selected from the lot.

"It will take forever to watch all these Pres," I said stupidly.

He walked right up to me, kneeling a bit to meet face to face. His soft
alcohol-laden breath felt warm against my face.

"We aren't gonna watch them all, Johnny boy. Only until we finish what we
are gonna do."

He winked as he pushed me back onto the couch. I was clueless as to what he
meant by his comment.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked him as he hit the "play" button on the VCR.

"Just something me and some of my friends have been doing. Don't worry,
you'll like it."

He come to the couch and sat right next to me. A little closer than I was
accustomed to. We watched the opening credits in silence, Preston glancing
at me every now and then to make sure I was not uncomfortable.

I will not describe what I saw on the screen, as I do not wish to disgust
my intended audience. But I will say that I was completely confused. I had
never seen any of this before.

I had seen a dick before, though. This much is true. As stated earlier, I
had skinny dipped with my brother and his friends on many occasions, and I
had seen my father naked as well. I simply had no idea however that a dick
was useful for more than relieving oneself.

But even my brother had discovered this was not true. And he was about to
share this knowledge with me.

Perhaps 30 minutes or more into the first tape, he was still eyeing me, in
a very different way than he was at the beginning of the session. The
expression on his face was one of lust, I know this now. He was looking me
up and down, his gaze lingering on the place my dick sat idle.

I then realized that my dick was not so idle anymore.

I had gotten a hard on several times throughout my short lifetime. Every
healthy young boy does. But again, I had never understood.

I surveyed him the same as he did me, thinking this was the appropriate
thing to do, my eyes lingering on his crotch as well. His dick was
certainly erect and pointing straight up in his shorts, "pitching a tent"
as I have often heard the expression used.

He noticed my attention to this detail and decided to make the most of
it. He began reaching down his stomach slowly, careful to keep my
attention, until he came to rest his soft hand on the thing that had the
object of my fascination.

I watched as he gently massaged what was beginning to define itself as the
head of his prick, and then as he rubbed the shaft.

I was in complete and total awe.

"You wanna see something cool, lil bro?" he whispered almost in a gasp.

I nodded, my eyes still firmly attached to the hand stroking his boy dick
in his shorts.

He didn't wait another minute to make good on this promise. He slowly
pulled his shorts down as if to tease me. As he pulled them over his hard
cock, it came back to slap him in the belly. I let out a short giggle. He
smiled at me.

After he had completely rid himself of the cumbersome shorts (he was
wearing no underwear, as was usual with him, and still is to this day), he
started jacking his dick. I watched as the head disappeared and reappeared
in his grip over and over again. Nothing I had ever seen him do had caught
me like this had.

I listened to his breath quicken and stared as his other hand came down and
massaged his balls. I realized that I wanted him to touch me in that same
way. I decided to rid myself of my shorts as well.

He smiled at me in between gasps. I wanted to please him, my big
brother. So I began to imitate him and stroke my own dick. This seemed to
turn him on further. His hand crept lower into a place I could not see. I
only saw his brow furrow as he let out a little moan. His perfectly shaped
mouth was betraying the absolute ecstasy that ran through every fiber of
his being.

I wanted that feeling. I was already feeling things that I had never even
imagined. I wanted more. And I would have done anything at that moment to
have what my brother had. He was the only one that could offer me that.

At only nine years old, I wanted him. I lusted after him at that moment. I
always would.

"Can you make me feel that way, Pres?" I asked.

He looked at me with his usual smile. His lust-filled smile. He made a slow
gesture towards my groin. For a brief moment, I thought he was going to hit
me for saying such a thing, though he had never hit me before.

Before that thought had even finished running its course, I felt his mouth
on my now throbbing boy dick.

The feeling sent electricity throughout my entire body. He felt it. I felt
it.

He engulfed my entire cock in his hot mouth. I abandoned myself to this
whim. I relaxed completely.

He licked me all over, this unexplored area. It almost tickled. His hand
started to massage my balls in that same fashion we so recently employed. I
so desperately wanted to please him.

He took a moment to catch his breath, and in this moment of moments, he
leaned up and looked me directly in the eye. I was transfixed by his dually
benevolent and seemingly malevolent stare. His scent spread all over
me. Something sweet, yet musky at the same time. The scent of a boy and his
sex. I knew this would be a scent I would covet for the rest of my life.

He kissed me then. His soft lips caressed mine ever so lovingly, as his
hand slid lower between my legs. I did not mind. I knew I would do anything
for this boy, my brother, my Adonis.

As he continued to kiss me, I felt him press a little closer. I felt his
dick press against upper leg. Closer to my virgin ass. He pulled back for a
moment and locked me in his gaze again. I was both scared and excited at
the same time. I felt both love and lust. Nothing more potent than lust and
fear. I wanted him, this much I did know.

He put two of his fingers on my lips. I opened my mouth to suck on them,
the way he had sucked on my boy dick. He smiled.

After they were good and wet, he pulled them out and locked lips with me to
keep me from yelling, I imagine now. His fingers made their way to my yet
untouched ass, and he gently worked one inside.

At first, the sting was unbearable. And as I struggle to gasp, he only
kissed me deeper, his tongue massaging mine, and pushed his finger inside
me deeper, to the point of his upper knuckle. It could go no further.

I sat still as he wiggled his finger inside of me, not knowing what would
be coming next.

As my asshole loosened up a bit more, he began to move his finger in and
out slowly. This sent rivets of pleasure throughout my entire body. I
quivered with every movement.

He moved down again to my still-hard cock and resumed giving me head while
both fingering me and jacking himself off. I was on fire.

I started bucking my hips against his mouth. I felt my dick slip slightly
in and out of his mouth, his soft, kissable lips caressing my cock all the
while. He stopped for a moment and smiled at me.

"Damn kid, you are hot when you look like that" he all but grunted. I had
no idea what he meant. " You will be a hot fuck when you get older."

"When I get older?" I asked, almost offended. I wanted to experience
everything Preston had, and more.

"I won't fuck you this time, baby brother," he grinned. "I will cum inside
you though if you want me to, but no fucking. Not yet."

I sill did not know what he meant by this, but I did know that I wanted as
much of him as I could get.

"Yea, I want you to cum in me," I replied.

He smiled broadly. "Alright, then I will need to put more than one finger
in you."

I silently agreed. And he slipped his middle finger into me, pushing all
the way in, and throwing any doubts I had aside. My brother had taught me a
new existence. And I would have him every night for the rest of my life, if
I could.

This second finger did not hurt at all this time. In fact, it felt
nice. Really nice. If I were able, I might have cum right then.

The look on my brother's face changed. He was stroking himself much harder
and faster. This I again did not understand.

"I'm c-close," he stammered. "Really c-c-close!"

His body was jerking a little. I was beginning to get a little
frightened. But again came that moan, that soft sensual moan. And I knew he
was feeling really good.

He pulled his fingers out of me quickly and slid down between my legs,
holding his cock in a death-like grip. I waited. The moment seemed like
forever. I had no idea what to expect.

And then I felt it.

It was like nothing I had felt so far. Both pain and pleasure and love and
fear and chaos. All of it.

My brother had shoved his cock inside my virgin ass, as far as he
could. And he gripped my thighs tight as he shoved in and out as hard as he
could. Words cannot describe what we both must have felt at that moment. He
was cumming in his little brother's tight virgin ass, and I was getting
fucked for the first time in my life by the one boy I knew I would want to
spend the rest of my days with. It was ironic in a twisted sort of way. But
I get ahead of myself.

He flooded my ass with his hot boy jizz, and I felt every inch of his hard
cock slamming inside of me, as if he were trying to rid himself of some
demon through his dick. I could have cried, it felt so good.

When he was finally done, he collapsed on top of me, panting for breath. I
knew to do nothing else but wrap my arms around him and hold him.

He lay for a minute, his cock still throbbing inside of me. And then he
slowly rose up and, putting his hands on both sides of my face ever so
gently, he reached up and kissed me tenderly, shoving his dick all the way
inside me one last time.

I will not bore you with the details that followed that little exchange. I
will tell you only that it left me cursed forever to lust after boys,
especially Preston.

Perhaps in future journal entries, I will elaborate on my relationship with
my brother. And maybe through further reading, you will come to understand
my obsession with "Adonis".

But regardless of that, dear reader, fear not. You will be entertained. A
hint: up to the point of this first entry, I have experienced the flesh of
maybe ten other Adonis-wannabes. And you will know, by the time I am
finished, the details of every account. As well as my future endeavors.

I wonder if I will ever catch up....

Johnny Pitt
11/24/1999