Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2005 21:03:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: denzil.lust@virgin.net
Subject: Andy and I grow up together

The following is a story of awakening boy-teen relations
and the intimacy that follows.  If you find this kind of
material offensive or you are under 16?, 18?, 21? please
don't read it, read something more erudite.  This story
belongs to and is copyrighted to me but please feel free
distribute to others and keep a copy on your computer.

This is the true story, of the start of my sexual life, a
sexual life that is still evolving.  I doubt that Andy
will ever read this but if so, I hope your memories about
our experiences are as precious as mine.  Everything you
will read did happen and has not been exaggerated, the
only differences to reality are the result of writing
this with a 45 year old's emotions and insights.  This is
the first piece of creative writing I have done since
leaving school some 30 years ago, so please forgive any
awful bits.

Around the time I was 14 or so my mother was a keen
tennis player.  Along with some of her friends she used
to spend pretty much all weekend at the club.  Come the
summer time she agreed that it would be OK for me to stay
at home, as there was not much to do at the club if
tennis was not your thing.  Of courseI had my own agenda,
I had recently "joined" a magazine syndicate at my school
(boys only) and as my hormones started to kick in, I was
becoming an expert on the 1970's Mayfair version of
nudity - naked, soft focussed women air brushed pubes and
all.  Rejoicing in my securing a summer of uniterrupted
Sunday solo sex, I was appalled when she added that I'd
be expected to look after her best friend's son Andy.
Andy was about 2 years younger than me, blonde haired
slight build and as I was to discover, a sexual volcano
waiting to blow.  I was kind of pissed off at having to
nursemaid him, as I was hoping to spend the afternoon
with my magazines and my increasingly strong right arm
but accepted with all the grace a 14 year old teenager
can muster.   Andy was dropped off by his mother with
strict instruction to behave and do as I said, as I was
older.

We occupied ourselves playing in the garden, watched some
tedious Sunday afternoon TV and generally did what two 14
and 12 year old lads do together (no, not that!, well not
yet anyway).  Our garden had an old den that my brother
and I had built the pervious summer and I still played in
occasionally, it was from here that Andy and my sexual
explorations began.  We were engrossed in some game or
other when I noticed that Andy was frequently grabbing
his crotch, he subsequently announced he needed to pee
and that he was going back to the house.  I told him not
to bother and that he should pee behind the back of the
den, a little further in to the undergrowth and anyway I
needed to go too.  At this stage I genuinely can't recall
any sexual aspect to the conversation or actions.

We went round the back of the den and I unzipped my fly
took out my dick and started to pee.  Andy (for some
reason I will never know, but will always be grateful)
dropped his trousers and his underwear and holding his
young dick in his hand proceeded to spray the bushes,
challenging me to pee as far as he could.  I had a good
look as his cock and I guess my 14 year old weapon
started to swell a little; Andy caught sight of it and
was most intrigued.  Large (relatively), bigger balls and
with a sparse covering of pubic hairs, I guess it made an
interesting object for him to study.  We finished up
peeing and returned to the den.  After a while and a few
stalled attempts, Andy made a comment about how mine was
bigger than his.  I assured him that soon his too would
be much bigger, and then with a flash of genius, said
that I had some magazines that might get his cock to grow
like mine.  Of course, he was instantly keen to go inside
and check them out.

Up in my bedroom, I got out the mags and started to leaf
through a personal favourite (a girl called "Cupcakes",
who's enormous puffy nipples I have never seen equalled),
Andy took another magazine and was transfixed.  We
studied in silence with an occasional furtive "re-
adjustment" of our cocks as they became harder.  I
recognised a turning point; I could sneak off to the
bathroom and wank myself or stay put and see how things
might progress.  At this exact moment Andy pushed down
his trousers and pants and taking his cock in hand showed
it to me saying that it really was working and that his
prick was growing already.  As he spoke he held down his
prick and then let it spring up to hit his belly, I can
only guess, but he was maybe a slim 3 1/2 inches or so, I
had more like 5 inches to boast of and it had definitely
thickened out in the last few months.  Andy asked if my
mine was hard like his and could he see it.  I was keen
for some relief as we had been looking at the mags long
enough for my balls to start aching.  I took off my
trousers and underwear and proudly showed him my cock.
He leant forward to see better, saying how big it was and
asking was his going to be that big?  He took hold of my
cock and it jerked in his hand; he grabbed on tighter,
this made me groan, Andy asked me if I was OK.  I replied
I was fine and that he could carry on touching me if he
wanted.  He pulled my foreskin back and a strand of pre-
come started to make its' way down to the floor.  He
pulled away, exclaiming that I was peeing again.  I told
him it wasn't pee and that this was come and that my cock
made loads of it if I rubbed it the right way.  Of course
he was now well on the hook and insisted that I prove
this to him.

I was very proud (as any 14 year old is) of my cock and
how far I could shoot, so I lay down on the bed and
pulled over a magazine and started to wank myself.  Andy
was quiet and as I became more and more involved in
stroking myself he knelt down and watched from the side
of the bed.  He didn't touch me but the sight of him
absent mindedly trying to copy my actions on his little
prick ignited little explosions in my head and, rolling
on to my back I spunked more than I ever had before over
my stomach and chest.  Andy was fascinated and as I lay
panting he reached out and touched the cooling spunk on
my stomach, initially tracing a pattern and then,
scooping up some spunk he rubbed it over the end of his
cock, expalining he wanted to feel what it felt like when
come came out of his cock.

With the sexual enthusiasm of youth, I suffered no
recovery period come down and asked him what he thought
of wanking?  He grabbed his cock and said did I think
he'd be able to do it too, I replied maybe not but would
he like me to teach him (since when does a boy need
teaching to wank!).  He accepted enthusiastically and
removing the rest of his clothes he lay back on my single
bed, feet on the floor, head resting against the wall.  I
got between his legs pushing them apart a little and
examined his hard little prick, hairless marble sized
balls and the very tiniest glimpse of his pink bottom
hole.  I shuffled forward on my knees, took hold of his
prick with my thumb and two fingers and started to rub up
and down.  Andy had a quite long foreskin for his age and
as it moved it back and forth I caught glimpses of his
shiny purple head.  After only a minute or so of this
Andy started to try to get up saying he needed to pee.
With my superior knowledge I told him it was meant to
feel like that and that he should stay still and let me
finish him off (I knew nothing of puberty, and when boys
started to spunk, I just knew the first time I wanked
myself that I came).  Andy was really getting in to it
now and all of a sudden he gasped and then much to my
horror, his little cock started to spray pee all over
himself, me and worst of all on to my bed clothes.  I
can't recall exact details but I suspect we cleaned up as
best we could and that we went back to playing outside,
with a lot to think about.  Later on I left him  outside
saying I needed to use the toilet inside the house and
after about 10 strokes I came all over the toilet seat as
in my minds eye I replayed the sight of Andy's cock,
balls and hole.

Two months or so went by and we had not repeated or even
spoken about the fun we'd had.  One Sunday though, when I
had been left at home and was at a loose end and totally
horny, I had the idea to call up Andy's house and see if
he was there.  His step-father answered the phone and I
asked if Andy could come around to play, I heard his step-
dad shout to Andy and ask him if he wanted to come around
to my house, he probably guessed the subtext and I heard
an enthusiastic yes.  I was told he'd be round once he
had finished some chores.  How I filled the time waiting
for what I hoped would be an afternoon of wanking and
porn, I don't know.  Whether I wanked and came several
times or not at all I can't recall, but I do remember the
feeling of excitement when I heard the front door bell
ring, and I ran down stairs to see his small figure
through the frosted glass.  I opened the door, let him in
and immediately asked what he wanted to play?  By way of
a reply he asked if I had any new magazines and could we
look at them together?  I guess that answered my question
and resulted in more than a hint of trouser tent.  We
raced upstairs and I recovered the porn from the unique
and brilliantly thought of hiding place - under my
mattress.  I did have some new magazines, Whitehouse and
Playgirls (the first UK mags that showed a lot of pink -
lips clits and even assholes!) as well as one that did
have some men simulating sex with women, not hardcore but
certainly a step up from Mayfair airbrushing.

As before we studied alone, in near silence with
occasional glances across to see what the other was
doing.  We were both still fully clothed when suddenly
Andy scooted across the floor and reached across and
started rub his hand up and down my thigh.  I have no
idea why but I recall I was wearing some sandy coloured
corduroy trousers.  I held my breath as he rubbed his
hand over the ridged cloth.  He asked me if he could
touch me and I nodded expectantly.  As he rubbed my cock
through the cloth, I started to feel decidedly cramped
for space, my cock was pushing down the leg of my
trousers, and it needed releasing.  Andy unzipped my
trousers and grabbed a hold of me thru my pants.  I
reached down to pull my cock upright and as I did the
head popped out above the waistband of my y-fronts.  To
my amazement, Andy leant forward and licked the wet head
of my cock, by way of explanation (not that any was
required) he told me he had read about blow jobs in a
magazine and he wondered what a cock would feel like.  At
this point he had never even wanked me off and yet here
we were heading for advanced oral sex!  I suggested that
we should remove our clothes and in an instant there we
stood, naked, hard and the object of each other's desire.

We arranged ourselves sitting on the bed next to each
other and took the other's dripping hard prick in hand.
We started to wank each other and after about 10 stokes
Andy stared to gasp and moan, suddenly his prick shot a
thin stream of come in to the air, to land back over my
hand and his stomach.  We looked at each other amazed,
and I congratulated him on his new found ability to
spunk, Andy had a smile on his face a mile wide.  He
waddled off to the toilet, at my instruction making sure
no spunk dripped on the carpet, to get some paper to
clean himself up.

On returning he asked if he could "do me now"?, who was I
to refuse, so I lay back on the bed and he commenced to
rub my cock, the foreskin moving up and down noisily as
the pre-come leaked out of me.  Before too long my back
was arched, my legs tense as he stoked me to orgasm.
Just as I started to let go, Andy lowered his head and
popped the head of my, now, squirting prick inside his
mouth.  I moaned as he sucked the spunk from my cock,
running his tongue around and then inside my foreskin,
eventually I had to lift his head off my sensitive cock
head.  As I recovered my breath I asked him why he had
done that and he said he'd read about it in the magazines
and had tasted some of his own spunk when he had gone to
the toilet to clean himself up earlier.  He decided that
the taste wasn't too bad, and this way it saved making a
mess on the bed.

The next few occasions we met followed a similar pattern,
the only change being that I did start to suck Andy but
he had something of a hair trigger in those early days
and I was not so keen on him shooting in my mouth so I
tended to pull him out and then wank him with one hand
whilst rubbing his balls with the other.  His come was
now not the thin stream it was, and was more easily
captured in a conveniently placed washcloth on his
stomach.

I guess our sexual experimentation would all have carried
on this way and eventually would have been replaced by
girls, as I grew up in to the "normal" role of teenage
boy searching for girlfriend.  However as I rubbed Andy
to another orgasm, the fingers that were rubbing his
balls strayed a little low and I touched his pink and
(even recalling this, 30 years on) beautiful anus.  He
moaned and asked me what I had done.  I asked did you
like it and of course he replied that he wanted me to do
it again.  For once, and somewhat surprisingly, Andy
didn't come instantly (I think he must have wanked
himself at home before he came around), so I wet my
finger from my own pre-come and stared to rub around his
anus whilst wanking his cock, which by now was leaking on
to his stomach.  He whispered to me, could he have more,
and I expressed some confusion, and he clarified
"inside".  I caught on and said hold on and ran to my
mums room to get some body lotion, which I proceeded to
spread on to his asshole and my finger.  I asked him if
he was ready and he nodded, I pressed my finger against
his entrance and it slowly opened up, he gasped for me to
be careful and I kept still and waited.  Gradually as my
wanking brought him nearer to coming his hips started to
buck, at first gently, and then more insistently, each
time driving my finger a little deeper in to his bottom.
Even now, I can recall the delicious sensation as his
bottom gripped and pulsed on my finger as I wanked his
cock to an astounding climax.  His come shot over his
body, one squirt clearing his shoulder to land on my
bedspread.  Andy lay back with an expression of amazement
on his face; in between shuddering breaths told me I had
to try it.  I think I was a little worried that we were
moving in to an area of which my straight contemporaries
would not approve.  I declined his offer saying that I
had things to do and that he must go home.  Andy asked me
if I wanted him to wank me before he left but I said no
thanks.

After he had gone home, I went back in to my room, which
reeked of young teen boy's bodies, and threw myself on
the bed and started to rub my cock.  The musky young boy
smell of Andy coupled with hints of ass and hand lotion
captured my senses as I brought myself to a shuddering
climax.  By this time I had taken to coming in to my
hand, so I could lick it up - no need for Kleenex   but
this time I shot far over my hand and on to the
bedspread.  As I cleaned up I got to thinking whether I
should I stop this activity, was it wrong that I was
having sex (well nearly) with someone younger than me and
the same sex as me?  None of my 60s and 70s sex education
lessons had equipped me to deal with these questions.

Of course there was a next time, any sex is good sex when
you are a 14 year old kid and I was in the lucky position
of having it a phone call away.  Probably the next
Sunday, but it may have been more, Andy called me and
asked me if I wanted him to come round.  With my new
found worries about my sexuality I grudgingly replied if
you want to.  He was around on his bike in about 5
minutes flat.  He asked me if I had any new magazines to
look at, rather dismissively I replied I had some
upstairs I thought and he could look at them if he
wanted.  He said he had got a magazine and would I like
to see it?  What harm could one magazine do I thought to
myself, I'd look at it and then probably let him wank
himself in my room, or maybe I might just give him a
simple hand job, how wrong I was.

Andy settled himself down with my mags, which I recall
were tending towards the girl - girl side of things.  As
I watched him take out his cock and start to wank, I
became hard, then harder and then knew that I had to get
off, so I asked Andy for his new mag.  I had no great
expectations for the magazine, how could a young boy like
Andy get hold of anything other than newsagent softcore?
but at least it would be some new faces, well - cunts,
tits and asses, to be honest.  He jumped upfrom the bed,
his cock waving about as he bent over to get the magazine
from his duffle bag.  As he bent down, his buttocks
gaped apart and I had the arresting sight of his balls
hanging down below his slightly open and mildly swollen
pink/red asshole.  He tossed me the magazine and with an
odd sideways glance he went back to stroking himself.  I
picked up the mag, flicked it open to a page and . was
stunned.  Somehow Andy had got hold of a proper hardcore
gay men's magazine, men wanked men, men sucked men, and .
men fucked men, I was in shock.  He looked up and asked
me whether I liked it.  I was almost lost for words but
managed to stammer out where did he get it from?  He said
that a friend had given it to him, which seemed a bit
weird but I was too enthralled by it to worry about that
(the tale he told me of his "friend", how they met at one
of the local shopping centre toilets and how Andy had
been persuaded to go home with him, is his story afraid).
But of course this revelation and the porn I had in front
of me had moved our games on considerably.  When I asked
what they did together, Andy simply said everything - I
think.  Even back then and even at that age I knew what
he was doing (apparently he had repeated the picking up
men thing) was potentially dangerous, but of course
hugely exciting, he was having real sex!

The tide had turned, Andy was now the more experienced of
the two of us and he gradually started to apply his newly
found knowledge.  We had 69'd before, but I never found
it too great as Andy tended to spunk really quickly, but
this time he suggested it and as I drew the curtains
(surely the neighbours must have been suspicious on a
sunny Sunday afternoon) I was more turned on than I think
I had ever been, it seemed like new circuits were being
created inside my brain.  I lay on the bed, Andy got on
top of me and we stared to licak and suck each others
cocks.  I had a perfect view of his anus, the swelling
and slightly red colour drew my attention and for some
reason the idea of licking it popped in to my head.  I
shifted my position and tentatively poked out my tongue
to touch it; Andy stiffened, moaned and pushed back a
little.  So I pressed on, and in no time his cock was
being totally ignored as I licked sucked and penetrated
his bottom with my tongue.  All of a sudden he started to
come, involuntarily spunking on to my chest and stomach
as his anus gripped my tongue.  He collapsed on to me
smearing his spunk between us and lay there, holding my
cock tightly and panting for breath.  I was expecting he
would offer to finish me off as usual but, once again, he
surprised me with an unexpected question - do you want to
fuck me?  What?!!  I was torn, YES, YES, YES was one
answer - won't that make me properly gay? was the other.

Andy assumed that a yes would be forthcoming and lay on
his back across my bed, lifted his legs in the air and
exposed his pink anus to me.  I made as if to go and et
some lubricant, but he stopped me, saying that my tongue
had made him wet enough. But just to make sure, he
scooped up some come from his belly, squeezed some more
from his cock and spread it in and around his anus.  He
motioned me to step forward between his legs, and I did
as I was bid, sporting the hardest erection I had ever
had.  The conflicted feelings I had about sex with a boy
were replaced by a feeling of deep affection for Andy.
He looked up at me and encouraged me to get on with it
and bum him, as he put it.  His cock had become hard
again and I remember thinking I would be able to wank it
as I lost my virginity to his bottom.  At the initial
contact between my cock and his anus he jumped, and then
looking at me with a very serious expression he pulled
his buttocks apart, opening up his hole and told me to
push.  The tip slipped in a little way and then I felt
some resistance, he was panting now and told me to wait a
while until he was ready again.  In the meantime I was
experiencing thoughts and feelings with which I probably
wasn't equipped to deal.  I was gazing at a 12 year old
boy, with spunk all over his upper body, a rock hard
penis and with my cock forcing its way in to his bottom.
Somehow he managed to relax and the whole of my cock head
slid in to him.  He told me to wait again, but after a
short time he started to gently rock his body forward and
back - I was fucking!  Of course as soon as this thought
impacted in to my sex fuelled brain, I started to come,
thrusting just the head of my squirting cock in and out
of his gripping anus.  As I started to come down, he
exploited his newly found position as a sex expert and
whispered well done to me (the image of our cocks, mine
in his bottom and his in his hand and his words have
driven me to more orgasms in my 45 year old life than
anything else I can dream up).

I stood there bent over his body, still connected to him,
breathing heavily as he started to rub his cock.  Can I
fuck you now? was his question, unexpected but reasonable
I guess, I thought for a second but my flowering interest
in girls seemed to be at odds with being fucked by a boy.
He sensed my reticence and said or you could lick my bum
again.  I owed him one, obviously, and justified my
acceptance with the logic that it was only my spunk and
hey, boys and girls have assholes so it wasn't too gay.
I pulled back and my shrinking cock slipped form his
bottom, leaving the sight of his open, swollen red anus,
with a stream of my spunk just starting to flow down
between his buttocks.  I recall a weird thought passed my
mind that I didn't want to get spunk on the bedclothes so
cleaning it up was a good idea.  I knelt down, bent my
head forward and sticking out my tongue stated to clean
Andy's bottom as he rubbed his cock.  I had licked off
and sucked up all the spunk I could, leaving his bottom
squeaky clean, but I carried on penetrating him as deeply
as I could with my tongue.  The familiar sounds of him
building up to orgasm reached my ears and for some reason
I slipped my tongue from his anus and popped his cock in
to my mouth.  This was all he needed and he squirted his
second come of the afternoon in to my mouth and down my
throat.

As I leant back on my heels I realised that no matter
what I thought about being gay or not gay, I loved sex
and at that moment, I loved Andy.

Denzil

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