Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1998 22:56:11 EDT From: KenH4U Subject: Meeting Brad This story is purely fiction, although I wish it wasn't. I was twelve or thirteen, I don't remember which right now, but I do remember I was in the 8th grade at a boarding school near Philadelphia. I was hauling my junk into a new dormitory on the first day of the new term when I first saw Brad. He was older than the rest of us boys because he had failed a grade, was physically more developed than the rest of us, and therefore was very popular. He had dark blond hair and emerald green eyes, about 5' 8" tall, without a scrap of fat anywhere on him. He had a smile that could light up a room and make you feel good about yourself, but he also had a frowning look that could freeze you in place, leaving you wondering if this was to be your last day on earth. Fortunately for the rest of us, Brad was generally good natured and didn't take advantage of his height or strength. I knew he was special, it was just a feeling I had, and I was too young to realize that it was the beginning of love for him . . .or at least lust. I would rush back to the dormitory after gym or class (depending on what schedule was in effect) to wait and see if I could catch him in the shower. I'd position myself near the basement showers so I could watch him walk over from the changing room, cause he never wore a towel or bathrobe. I'd just watch his dick bounce up and down as he walked and admired its beauty. Since my own dick was just about 3" long when soft, Brad's 5 inch circumcised dick seemed awfully big to me at the time. His body was athletic, bare of all hair except for a small light brown patch around the base of his dick. He was my idea of a Greek god . . . like the pictures in the library books that we weren't supposed to look at. I'd watch him all the way into the shower and then wait for him to come back out, and watch his hard buns ripple as he walked over to get a towel. Even though I didn't really know why at the time, I felt this tremendous urge just to touch him. For some unknown reason, Brad seemed to like me and we would hang around together most of our free time. He didn't talk down to me because he was older, or force me to be a slave because he was bigger. I have no idea why he was my friend, but I didn't try to analyze it too hard. One day late in the fall of that year, Brad and I were in the basement of the new school wing, exploring the left over construction materials as we waited for the dinner bell to sound. When I knocked over a pallet that was leaning against a wall and nearly hit him, he grabbed my neck and forced me to the floor. That started us wrestling, and even though he was bigger, I could most always manage to squirm out of wrestling holds, and we would laugh at each other and start again. While wrestling with him, I "accidentally" let my hand touch his crotch area several times, hoping against hope that I would be able to feel his dick, and surprisingly, I could feel its softness through the material of his slacks. It was almost like an electrical shock as my hand quickly jerked away from him. After a few minutes of wrestling and a couple more "accidental" touches, Brad suddenly jumped up and ran towards the stairs at the end of the hall. I thought he had realized exactly what I was doing and got mad, but when he reached the stairs, instead of running up them, he hit the light switch located there and plunged the long hallway into almost total darkness. Laughing, he taunted me to try to find him. I had to feel my way down the hall by touching the walls, cause it was almost pitch black in there. I could hear Brad calling to me and laughing, but with the echos, it was hard to tell exactly where he was. I felt the walls come together in the corner and knew I wasn't far from the light switch, when suddenly he jumped me and wrestled me once more to the ground. We rolled around a bit until I finally had him pinned under the stairs and he couldn't move. I once again took advantage to let my hand briefly touch his crotch, and this time he stopped struggling and whispered to me gently and told me that I could, "take it out and play with it if you want to, but be careful not to hurt it." I could hardly believe my ears. Here was my idol, the boy I had watch naked to and from the showers for almost two months, giving me permission to touch his bare flesh. Believe me, I was really nervous as I pulled down his zipper and tried to pry open the fly on his briefs to remove his dick. It was only partially erect, but the more I fumbled with it trying to get it out of his briefs, the harder it got. But I simply couldn't get it out with just one hand (Brad was laying on the other arm), so he undid his belt and pushed his pants and briefs down and I could hear, more than see, his hard dick smack against his stomach. He had the biggest dick I had ever felt (remember the lights were still off so I really couldn't see it), and it was so smooth yet really hard. I could feel the soft flesh of its head and felt a little fluid that was seeping out of the piss slit. I knew I was shaking from excitement, but Brad must have thought I was scared, because he told me not to be frightened and "you don't have to do this if you don't want to." I didn't trust myself to reply, but just kept running my hand up and down it, feeling the veins bulge down his shaft. It had to be at least 7 inches long when it was hard, so it felt really big to me. As I said before, he didn't have a lot of pubic hair, and his balls were large, velvety soft, and completely hairless. I loved feeling them. I would go between his dick and balls, feeling like I was in heaven, wanting to explore every inch of him, but knew I couldn't undress him anymore than he already was just in case somebody should come down those stairs. I was content with lovingly caressing his hard dick and hairless balls, and noticed how his balls seemed to shrink as I continued my caressing. Since I had never masturbated before, it came as quite a surprise when I kept playing with his dick and it suddenly began to spew a hot liquid all over his belly and my hand. At first I thought he had pissed himself, but I could feel it was thicker and had a different odor . . . pungent, but it wasn't offensive. He pulled out his handkerchief and carefully wiped my hand, then himself, just as the dinner bell began to echo across campus. He hurriedly stuck his now softened dick back into his pants and I moved a little to give him room to pull everything back up and zipped. We had to run to make the dinner formation in time. I wanted to talk with Brad about what had happened, what he had felt and what I was feeling, but I couldn't at the moment. He ate at a different table and since we had study hall immediately after dinner, there was no time to talk. I thought we'd get the chance to talk some as we walked back to the dorm after study hall was over like we did most nights, but I couldn't find him anywhere when the teacher dismissed us. This was my very first experience, and of course, there is a lot more about Brad, and I'll be glad to share it with you later if there is a positive response.