Date: Fri, 15 Jan 1999 02:41:40 PST
From: davidi50@hotmail.com
Subject: Long Forgotten

Please excuse that my language is a bit tame and limited, but I'm not used
to write in English.  I hope will enjoy this my first attempt to write a
story like this in English. If sex between a teenager and a twelve year old
boy is not your cup of tea, stop reading here.

Please send your comments to davidi50@hotmail.com. If the reaction is as I
hope, I will translate the rest of my story to English.

LONG FORGOTTEN

I had almost managed to forget it, but when I ran into this startling
beautiful young teen boy that looked so much like my nephew, it all came
back to me.

It all happened the summer I was eighteen and got my driving license.
Father let me borrow the car, and proud as hell I drove to my uncle's
summerhouse. He had invited me to stay there a week with him and his
family. To my utter disappointment they were not at all interested in my
driving license, but much more in swimming in the clear blue sea from the
small islands a bit out from the coast. And it was a very warm summer, so
why not?

Usually we went to the small islands with my uncle's boat, we were auntie,
uncle, my cousin, Peter and myself. We took off early with lots of food and
drink, and sometimes even a light dinner, and several times we were not
home before early evening.

Yes, Peter, he was OK. He was twelve that summer, a long and thin, and
funny boy. We had great fun together, swimming and playing in the water all
the time. And I had to admit that I did like to watch his almost all-naked
body. Being eighteen years old, it was some time since the hot days of the
early teens when I and my friends did lots of funny thing together when we
were alone, but I still got a kind of warmth in my body by looking at
Peter.

And then one day Peter had forgotten his swimsuit when we arrived at the
small island. Uncle said it was far too long to go back with the boat to
pick up his speedos, and that he had to swim naked. Peter did not want to,
but uncle got a bit mad and told him that we were all alone on the island,
and that John (that's me) surely not didn't mind him swimming naked. When I
(hopefully not too eager) said it was OK for me, Peter a bit hesitant
agreed.

I told myself that this was nothing to get excited about when Peter started
undressing, but when he had just the underwear left, I got kind of dry in
my mouth and it started stirring in my trousers. I pretended to look
another way, but watched him closely behind my sunglasses when he pushed
the underwear down. He had his back to me and his soft behind was
beautiful, but it was his front I wanted to see. And I was lucky. To get
down to the water, he had to turn around and go past me. He turned around
and went down to the water quickly, and my eyes was as glued to his groin
and I got a good look at his dick. He was still a boy there, a soft boydick
over a small and tight nutsack. But his dick was a bit big for his age,
longer than I had expected and the foreskin barely cowered the round
head. His skin was smooth and he was totally bare of hair. All this I
managed to see before he ran yelling out in the water. He called after me
and asked me to join him in the water, but I had to wait a bit till the
hard thing in my swimsuit had softened enough not to rise any suspicion.

At last I was more or less normal in my trousers, and I jumped into the
water. In the beginning I tried to keep a distance to Peter, but soon we
swam around each other, showering the other with water. After some time we
went out of the water, and now Peter was not shy anymore and did nothing to
hide himself. He laid down on a towel beside me, first on the back, then on
his stomach. The cold water had made his dick smaller, and now he looked
like a pre puberty boy down there. I thought that he could not have come
that far in puberty that playing with his dick and those things were
interesting (but here he proved me wrong!) And it was so lovely to watch
the tight small ass and the long legs.

Uncle and aunt were over at the other side of the island, swimming from the
rocks there, and Peter and I was alone on the beach. It was hot in the sun,
and while laying on the towel beside Peter, I actually fell asleep. I woke
up after a short time by some faint sounds beside me. I was laying on my
stomach with my head turned over against Peter, and when I wery carefully
opened my eyes, I saw Peter still on his stomach beside me. He had closed
eyes, but did not sleep! His behind moved slowly up and down, and the sound
that wakened me was Peter slowly moaning. The muscles in his behind flexed
and unflexed at the same time as his back went up and down. He was fucking
the towel! Suddenly he stopped and looked over at me.  Satisfied that I was
asleep, he went on again with his movements.

After a short time he looked over at me again, before he slowly turned
around on his back.  His dick stood stiff and hard, pointing up against his
stomach. It was surprisingly big for his age, not that long, but thick and
straight with a big round dark read head. He took hold of it with three of
his fingers and started jacking off, slowly first but then faster and
faster. My own dick was not brick hard, but I did not dear move in case he
would think I was nor asleep anymore. The head of his dick got bigger and
glossy, and then he almost stopped stroking the dick, and just hold around
it at the base. He was moaning louder and his body was shaking, and
suddenly a few gray drops came out of his dick and landed on his chest and
stomach. And then he looked straight at my eyes at the same time as I
opened them fully in awe of what I just had seen. For a tiny second he
looked onto my eyes, before covering himself with his hands and just saying
"Oh!"

He was on his way to rise from the towel, when I turned around against him
and pulled down my swimsuit. My dick sprang free and stood rock hard out
from my crotch, pointing straight at him. And while he watched me with big
eyes, I took hold of my dick and jacked off in front of him. He forgot to
cover himself now, and while I watched his stiffening prick, I jacked off
faster and faster, and suddenly I erupted in a magnificent orgasm, and my
come sprayed out on the sand between us.

Peter was all stiff now, and took hold of his dick and was just about to
say something, when we heard his parents coming back from the other side of
the island. A last quick look at our others stiffies, before I dragged the
swimsuit up again and turned on my stomach as Peter did the same.

- Have you had a god time? wanted uncle to know when they were back with
us.

- Yeah, sure, Peter stuttered, red in the face.

- It was OK to bathe without a swimsuit, yes? Auntie asked him.

- Yes, no problem. Peter was even redder in the face, but auntie did not
notice.

It took some time before we dared to go out in the water again, but when we
at last ran down to the water, it was clearly that Peter's dick was not at
small as at the first swim.

After lunch we went home with the boat. Peter and I sat in the back, while
uncle and auntie sat in the front. Peter looked over at me most of the time
on the way back home. And when he leaned back on his chair and pushed his
groin forward, I was in no doubt of where his thoughts were. The bulge in
front of his shorts was growing bigger all the time, until his shorts were
like a tent in the front. He looked at me, then down on his trousers, and
smiled.  To my surprise, I got rock hard in my own trousers. I had believed
I was not interested in this small boy stuff anymore. I guess Peter could
figure out my feelings by the growing bulge in my trousers, and I was
starting to wonder where this was going to end.

I think Peter had a hard on all the way back from the island, and I was not
all soft myself either. Long lost memories and lusts started churning
around in my body, and I got more and more horny.

At home Peter stayed most of the time together with me, and it was clear
that he was horny as hell. His pants were tented out in front most of the
time, and I wondered if uncle and auntie would notice. But if they did, the
said nothing.

At last we all went to bed. Peter went up to his bedroom just before me,
and when I passed his room on my way to my own, the door was open. I looked
inside, and there he stood naked in the middle of the room, pulling on a
pair of night shorts. When he noticed me, he turned around and faced me
with his shorts halfway up on his tights. He had a hard on, and his dick
stood stiff up against his stomach. While I watched with open mouth, he
took hold of his dick and stroked himself slowly. But just then we could
hear auntie coming up the stairs. Quickly he pulled up his shorts, and I
went on to my own room next to his.

I undressed and went to bed, but now I was so horny that I could not
sleep. And when I heard a regularly creaking and soft moaning coming from
Peter's room, I took hold of my raging boner and wanked myself to on of the
strongest orgasms I had experienced for a long time. I was trying to dream
of Annie, my girlfriend, and what we did together the last time, but the
only think I could see in front of my eyes while I madly jacked off, was
Peter's hard boy dick.

And as it turned out, this was only the beginning!


Long-Forgotten, Part Two

Thanks for the encouraging words. Here's the second part of the story:

Early next morning I went down and started on my breakfast. While eating
Peter came down, dressed only in a tiny swimsuit. He was lovely to look at
with his long brown legs, and as I looked at him the bulge in the front of
the swimsuit started to grow. He sat down and started on his breakfast
without saying anything else than good morning.

After breakfast uncle and auntie asked if we wanted to join them for a swim
on the island, but before I got the chance to answer, Peter told them that
we didn't want to, as we were going to a small private bathing place near
by.

- So, are we, I thought for my self, but did not say anything.

Shortly after uncle and auntie left for the island, and Peter and I picked
up towels and left for the bathing place. Peter walked in the front,
showing the way. I got warm all over by watching his tight little behind in
the small swimsuit. I was wondering what was in his thoughts, and it was
exciting! When we arrived on the bathing place Peter did not want to swim
at once, but rather sit down and talk for a while. After some empty talk
about nothing, he started on what probably had been in his head all the
time.

- Do you do so with your dick often? he asked.

- Sure. I answered quickly.

- I didn't think grownups did it.

He was quiet for a while, but then he tried again:

- Have you .....  been together with a girl anytime? He stuttered blushing.

- Yes, sure, I lied quickly, thinking of the two times I had done it.

- How old were you the first time?

- 15, I went on lying. It was not more than one year since the first time.

- Oh.  Peter thought a bit on that, then

- Were you naked both of you?

- Yes of course, or else it would not be that good. I continued lying
thinking on that night at Ellen's place when I at last managed to get her
pantyhose and brief down, and I lied there between her legs with my
trousers halfway down on my tights.

- Do you go on for a long time every time? Peter was if possible even
redder in his face, and the front of his swimsuit were tented out by
something hard in his groin.

- Sure, it's a lot better to go on as long as possible before letting it
go. I said this while thinking with shame on how it came for me almost at
once both times I managed to push my dick inside Ellen, and how she
complained that I was too quick and that it was not nice for her that way.

- Is it very nice? Peter had started careful to caress the hardness in his
swimsuit.

- Yes, fantastic, a lot better that jacking off.

This was true, I believed. I've actually not been inside Ellen long enough
to really know how nice it was.  Peter did not say anything, but slowly
slid his hand inside the swimsuit, and started caressing his dick. I had a
raging hardon myself now, and regretted that I did not change into swimsuit
before we left the cabin. Now I had on the very tight shorts, and it was
not easy to do anything with my dick without undressing. And I did not dare
go that far yet.

- How do you do it? Is she on her back, or do you take her from behind?

He wanted to know it all!

- She is on her back.

- John says it's best from behind.

- Who is John? I wanted to know.

- My friend's brother. He does it every week with his sister!

The caressing inside Peter's trousers had progressed to a regular wank.

- I should wish I got to do it soon!

Peter was red in the face and his eyes where bright. After hesitating a
bit, he pulled the swimsuit down on his legs while wanking faster and
faster. He was so nice to look at. I was so horny now and could not wait
anymore. I opened my shorts and pulled it and my underwear down. My dick
stood straight out, hard and pulsing. Peter looked at me with open mouth
while I started a hard wank.

- I know something that's almost as nice which you can do with your
friends. I had stared being careless now, but I was so horny that it did
seem to matter anymore.

- What?

- You can make believe that one of you is a girl, and then the other can
fuck him.

- How? Boys cannot fuck with other boys!

- Oh yes, in the back.

Peter looked puzzled on me and thought about it while wanking on.

- Inside your back?

- Yes.

- But does it not hurt?

- Not if you use a lot of hand cream or Vaseline on your dick and in his
hole.

- Oh, I did not know.

Peter looked at my dick for a while before asking:
- Can I hold it? His question jolted me, but it sounded exciting, and I
nodded yes. Peter took hold of my dick vary careful.

- It's so big.

Peter was impressed.  In my eyes it was not particularly big, rather on the
small side. But compared with his three to four inches, my five inches must
appear big.

When his cold hand slowly pulled the foreskin down from the red head on my
dick, it just exploded. My whole body jerked, and lots and lots of semen
sprayed out, the first drops on the stone beside us, and the rest on
Peter's arm and hand.

- Jesus! Peter withdrew his hand fast

- So much it comes from you!

He reclined on the towel and started a fast wanking.

- Can I touch you? I asked him without really thinking.

- Yes.

Peter laid back on the towel, and his dick stood straight up in the air.  I
took hold of it careful, and pulled the foreskin back and forth over the
slightly enlarged head. He started moaning.

- How so you know that it's almost as good as doing it the real way?

- Doing what? I asked him.

- Fucking a boy in the back.

- I did it myself when I was at your age. This time I did not lie at all.

I went on wanking Peter while thinking back on all those nights at my
parent's cabin when I both fucked and was fucked by David and the rest of
the gang.

- Oh. Peter went silent and closed his eyes while I wanked him more slowly
and intense. He spread his legs and lifted up his groin against my hand.

- It does not hurt.

I reassured him, and suddenly I got an idea:
- You can try how it is to be fucked in your back.

- With you? Are you crazy? Peter went stiff in his body.

- No, not with me. But do you remember the big red jumping ball in the
living room back in the cabin?

I had seen such a big ball the kids sit on while jumping around on it while
holding on to two big "taps" of rubber.

- Mmm. He relaxed and enjoyed my hand on his dick,

- Yes, but why?

- The two big handles on the ball, do you remember those?

- Yes, and so?

- The are about as big as my .... as my dick, I blurted out while blushing
strongly.  Peter looked at me, first on my dick, which were hard again,
then on my face, then back to my dick again.

- Yes they are. Ohhh, OHHH!! His whole body started shaking, and a few gray
drops came out his twisting dick. He came!

I continued to stroke his dick a bit, but soon he pushed my hand away,
without looking at me.

- Let's swim, he yelled at me after a moments silence, and jumped naked out
in the water.

My prick was stiff like hell, but I jumped out after him, and after a short
time in the water I was soft down there again. But when Peter after some
swimming went up from the water blushing and said that he wanted to try out
the jumping ball, I became hard again very fast. We pulled on our swimsuits
over our eager hardons and ran back to the cabin.

The jumpingball was in one of the corners in the living room.

- What do I do now? Peter asked, red in his head and with a big tent in
front of his swimsuit.

- Do you have some hand cream or something like that?

- Yes, sure, I'll go and get it. He went out on the kitchen and came back
with a Nail and Hand bottle.

- Put the cream on one of the handles on the ball, I told him while I took
hold of the hem of his swimsuit and pulled it down all the way.

He stepped out of the trousers and went over to the ball. With shaking
hands and a stiff hardon pointing up to his stomach, he applied cream on
one of the handles. Having done that he took hold of the handle and sat
careful down on the ball as he put the handle up between his ass cheeks. He
was wiggling his ass around a bit, then suddenly he got a surprised look on
his face.

- Oh! Now I can feel in going into me!

While he leaned back on the ball I carefully lifted up his nutsack, and
behold!  There I could see how the handle slowly crept into the small hole
between his bum cheeks. Soon it was all the way in.

- How does it feel? I asked him.

- Strange, but it does not hurt.

- Lift your back up a bit and sit down again.

He lifted himself up, a bit too high, and the handle slipped out of
him. But he quickly took hold of it and sat down on it again. The handle
disappeared back in him again, this time not so slowly. Now he understood
the game, and started lifting himself up (not too high), and sitting down
again. I started stroking his dick at the same time, and he was breathing
faster.

- How does it feel, like putting it in there, you know? he was blushing
strongly.

- Do you want to feel it now?

- Not the real way, I don't dare that.

- But I know a way that's almost the same. My creative mind was on
top speed.

- Sit back on the ball and close your eyes.  He hesitated a bit, then
leaned back and closed his eyes.

It was a fantastic sight. A twelve-year-old boy sat naked in front of me
with a solid rubber tap buried in his ass and a rock hard dick in front, so
horny that he was bursting! I went down on my knees in front of him, and
holding his dick with a shaking hand, I slowly let it slip into my mouth
holding my lips as tight together as I could. Soon it was all the way in my
mouth, and I started sucking hard on it while I let it slip almost all the
way out again then in again. Peter moaned loudly, and very soon he started
shaking in his whole body. He took hold of my head with both hands and
pushed it hard down on him, and I sucked even harder. His dick pulsed and I
could feel something slippery and salty coming out of his dick.

After a while his breathing slowed down, and he showed my head away.

- That was awesome! I've never felt anything like it. He stood up from the
ball.

- Now it's your turn.

I quickly pulled down my swimsuit while Peter coated new cream on the
handle. Holding the handle with one hand I sat careful down on it.
Surprisingly easy it slipped into me. And soon I had the handle all the way
inside me. It took the breath away from me, it was almost the same as
feeling the dick to David or one ore the other of my teenage friends
slipping into my behind. Peter lifted up my balls and watched the handle
slip out and in of me as I started to lift myself up and sitting down
again. He took hold of my dick with the other hand, and stoked it fast. The
feeling of the handle gliding in and out in my back at the same time as
Peter's rough boy hand was stroking my dick, very soon brought me to the
point of no return. My dick twisted in his hand before a powerful orgasm
raged trough my body.  My dick spurted and spurted loads of gray semen.
Most of it hit the floor, but several spurts hit Peter on the chest and in
the face. I could almost not believe my eyes when he scooped up some of it
from his chin and put in his mouth. He was progressing fast!

After a short quiet time we spent looking into each other eyes, he said
that we had to clean up, as his parents could be home from the island
soon. He was very right, because just ten minutes after we had everything
back to normal and were dressed with normal breathing and pulse, we could
hear the boat returning. Puh, that was close!

What a day! I was so horny all the rest of the day. The days with John and
the rest of the gang was coming alive to me again, and my dick got rock
hard when thinking of how it would be to fuck Peter and be fucked by
him. But how should I make him do it with me? Peter probably did not dare
do it, or maybe he was repulsed by it.

The rest of the day uncle and auntie were with us all the time, and there
was no chance to do anything. Peter looked at me in a special way from time
to time, and blushed furiously every time. And one time we were alone in
the living room he pulled down his trousers and showed me his hardon.

We were tired, and went early to bed. When I passed Peter's room, he asked
me to come in and look at a book. He pulled down his night shorts and sat
down on the bed with a stiff dick standing straight up from his groin.

- Suck me!

He did not waist words.  I went down on my knees in front of him, and then
I had his wonderful boy dick in my mouth again and sucked him hard. But
then we could here auntie coming up the stairs. Just like yesterday, so
frustrating! I stood up and Peter pulled up his shorts, and we were
standing there looking at a book when auntie looked into the room and said
good night. I said good night to Peter and went into my own room, as we
could hear uncle coming up the stairs.

But it was hard to sleep, and I had to jack off three times before I could
sleep. All the time I could hear Peter's bed creaking and him moaning all
the time trough the thin wall.

What would the next day bring?


Long forgotten, Part Three

Next day turned out quite boring, at least before evening. We all drove to
the nearest town.  Apparently Peter had pestered his parents for going
there before I arrived, and it would have been a bit strange if he had
changed his mind after I appeared on the scene.

We spent the time walking in shops looking at everything, uncle and auntie
buying a bit. After noon we had lunch in a small restaurant. There we ran
into some friends of uncle and auntie, who invited them to dinner at their
place. Uncle and auntie accepted after asking Peter and me if we could
manage alone. Uncle and auntie's friends asked if they would like to sleep
over, as it would be rather late and some alcohol. Again we were asked if
we could manage a night alone at the cabin.

- Yes, sure, we will manage all right, no problem, Peter and I blubbered at
the same time looking blushing at each other.

The friends invited Peter and me to come along and sleep over too, but very
politely we thanked them and assured everybody that it would be no problem
for us to be alone the night.  That settled the whole thing, and uncle and
auntie accepted the invitation for sleeping over.

Wow, the evening and hole night together alone! I got a hardon at once
thinking on it, and I could see from the bulge in Peter's trousers that he
thought the same.

Uncle and auntie drove us back to the cabin. Auntie made dinner to us while
uncle packed the few things they would bring along. After eating auntie's
delicious food, we had time for a cup of coffee together with them. That's
me then, Peter did not drink coffee yet.

At last they drove off, after having used incredible long time on dressing
for dinner. But seven o'clock we were alone at last. We started with
discussing what to do. I believe we both wanted the same thing, but none of
us dared talk about it, and absolutely not start the ball. It was too late
for swimming, and too early for bed, and we agreed to watch TV for a while.

I sat down in uncle's good chair in front of the television while Peter
turned on the set. The program on was not of the most exciting sort, and to
judge of the looks Peters sent me from time to time, television was not
uppermost in his thoughts. And I could clearly see on his trousers that he
had a hardon most of the time. Suddenly he rose up from the divan where he
was sitting, took hold of the Nail and Hand lotion bottle that still was on
the table from last day, and went to the toilette. What was he up to? The
jumping ball could not possible fit into the toilette, so fucking with that
was out of the question. Jacking off with cream in his hands?  I got a
raging hardon at the thought. But Peter came back almost at once, red in
the head.

- It's unfair that you're sitting alone in the good chair! He stuttered.
What was on his mind?

- Can I sit on the armrest? He went on.

- Yes, sure, no problem.

He sat down on the armrest, and we sat there for some time. Nobody saying
anything.

- It's not comfortable sitting here, he complained.  - Can I sit in your
lap? He was blushing furiously.

- Sure. This was starting to be exciting.

Peter sat down on my thighs, and leaned his body back onto me. I kind of
didn't now where to put my hands, but ended up on top of his thighs. Almost
by themselves they started slowly gliding up to his groin, and very soon my
hand were softly pushing into something hard and stiff inside his trousers.
In my own trousers my dick got impossible stiff. As it was quite painful, I
adjusted it with my hand so it was pointing up against my stomach. Peter
sighed and, while I softly crammed his hardon through the trousers, he very
slowly slid his body up my thighs, until he at last sat squarely with his
behind on top of my groin.

He had to feel my hardon! But if he did, he did not care, but kind of
grinded his ass down on my dick. This was heavy, and I started breathing
faster. I unfastened the button in his trousers, and slowly pulled down the
zipper. I took hold of his hardon again, now it was only the thin brief
between my hand and his dick, and I started to stroke it. He wriggled his
ass from side to side, and my dick was kind of kneaded between his ass
cheeks. We said nothing, but both of us had started to breathe hard.

Now I had to have his dick in my hands again, and lifting the hem of his
briefs with one hand, I slipped the other down to his hard dick. He's whole
body started shaking when I pulled his foreskin down from the red head. I
started to slowly masturbate him, and he started moaning.  And while one of
my hands was sliding up and down on his boydick, and I careful caressed his
scrotum with the other, he pulled down his trouser while keeping up with
wriggling of his ass back and forth on my groin. Soon he had both his
trousers and brief halfway down on his legs, and he sat on top of my lap
all naked down there. What now, should I jack him off until he came? But
no, Peter had other plans.

- Pull down your trousers! He whispered to me.

I hesitated for just a sec, before I unfastened my trousers in front and
pulled them down on my legs while he lifted up his ass from me.

- Your underwear too!

I did not wait for him to rethink, and pulled the briefs down the same way
as my trousers. My stiff dick touched his behind when he sat down on me
again, and when he wriggled his behind down in my lap, my dick kind of
settled between his ass cheeks! And now I could feel that he was all
slippery inside there. So that was why he had brought the hand cream to the
toilette!  He had applied it freely in his ass! What was on his mind?? Did
he want to ......  I did not dare to think the thought.

But Peter did the thinking for us. He started to push his behind back into
my groin, and then let it glide forward. I could feel my dick sliding in
the crack between his ass cheeks. It was so hot and tight, and I thought I
could feel his small hole gliding past the tip of my dick.

Apparently this was not enough for him, and he rose his behind from my lap
a bit, and I could feel him taking hold of my dick. And when he careful sat
back on my lap my dick was pushing against his hole. It did not go in
first, but then first the head, then the rest of my dick slowly slipped
past the entrance and into his behind. Of God, it was so tight and warm.
Slowly he slided down on me, and very soon the whole of my dick was deep
into him. When feeling under his tight balls, I could only feel the root of
my dick outside him. He groaned a bit, and told me later that it did hurt
some at first, but with me being so small, the pain went away very fast.

Careful he started to lift himself up just a bit, to sit down on me again.
I could feel my dick sliding halfway out of him, before gliding all the way
inside him again.

Up his behind went, and down again, Up and down. But after only five or six
times it was like my nerved had turned to fire, and my body was shaking in
a fearful strong orgasm while I was spurting deep inside his bowels. He
felt that I had cum, and slowed down before at last rising up from me. I
sat left in the chair, unable to move, my head spinning around.

In a daze I watched Peter undressing, and then how he undressed me.

- Come, we go to the bedroom. He took hold of my hand and dragged me up
from the chair.

He led me up the stairs and to his bed in hid bedroom. We lay down, Peter
on top of me. He started to grind and push his dick into my groin, and red
in his face he asked if he could try to fuck me. I nodded my head, now I
wanted it all.

He went to the bathroom for some Vaseline. When he came back I took the
Vaseline from him and coated his dick with it. I lay down on my back, took
hold of my legs, and lifted them up as I spread them. Peter went up in the
bed on his knees, and as I took hold of his rock hard dick, he slowly lent
forward, supporting himself with one hand at each side of me. I pointed hid
dick at the whole in my behind, and he started pushing. He was not big, and
he slipped easily into me without any pain. I took hold of his ass with
both hand, and pulled him into my as hard as I could. It was nice, to feel
a dick slipping into me after all these years. He started pumping at me at
once, and soon he was gliding in and out of me in a furiously tempo. It
took him only a minute or two before he shuddered, and with closely shut
eyes and with bared teeth, he pushed his dick inside me as hard as he
could. I was certain I could feel that his dick got even bigger inside me,
and I squeezed as hard as I could with the muscles in the entrance of my
back.

After a few secs he started to breathe again and opened his eyes while his
dick slipped out of me.

- Wow, this was awesome! I love fucking!

And he did. Fuck I mean. The rest of my two weeks stay with my uncle and
auntie, we fucked at every opportunity we got. We almost got caught at it
once by uncle, as he looked unexpectedly into Peter's room while he sat on
my lap with my dick all the way inside him.  By luck I had my shorts on,
Peter had just opened the fly and taken my dick out that way.  Uncle just
told Peter to dress when he played with me before he withdrew his head from
the door. I'm not sure if he understood what we were really doing, if so he
did not say anything about it. They were both very tolerant, uncle and
auntie.

Peter and I went on having sex occasionally after that summer, but only for
a few years, then Peter got interested in girls, and found out that fucking
girls was more to his taste. And now we never mention what happened between
us at that time, when we sometimes meet.


OK. That was what happened with my cousin. I still get hard when I think
about it, now more that 20 years later.

If I will get the time, I'll write about what happened between the
17-year-old son of our neighbors and me when I was at Peter's age. He was
supposed to teach me mathematics. And he sure did, but he taught me
something else too. I can give you a taste of how it will be (I will call
the story "The Measurement"):

"Do you want to try something exciting?" Paul rose and went over to his
table.

Without waiting for my answer he opened a drawer and took out a little
funny thing. It looked like some sort of plug or peg in white plastic. It
was about as long and thick as my thumb. It was round in one end, but ended
in a flat disc in the other end. It was thickest in the middle.  Paul did
not look at me, but picked up a bottle with hand cream from the table, and
coated the thing with cream.

"Take off your trousers all the way, and sit out on the edge of the chair."

I pulled the trousers and the brief all the way down, and kicked them off
me. All naked I sat down on the chair.

"Take hold of your legs and lift them out and up. Yes, that's the way."

It was exciting, and my dick was rock hard again. Peter went over to me
while holding the thing in his hand. Careful he kind of rubbed it around in
my ass crack, before slowly pushing it against the hole in my back. I knew
that it was possible to insert things in your back, I had tried with soap
and my fingers a couple of times, and I was not afraid. Slowly the thing
slipped into me while he careful kept on pushing on it. When it was all the
way inside me, he told me to take my legs down on the floor, hold them
tight together, and then grind back and forth down into the chair. I did
what he said, and it was so exciting! And when he took hold of my raging
boner, it almost came for me there and then.