Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2018 00:05:08 -0800 From: Parker Fullmore Subject: Caleb, Raised By Wolves - Chapter 1 Caleb, Raised By Wolves by 80sChildExploration Boy/Boy > Youths/Youths, Youths/Teens WARNING: You must be over 18 to read. This is a 100% work of fiction. All names, character traits, places & scenarios are made up by me. Any coincidences is purely accidental. CRBW -- Chapter 1: `Boredom Seeks Outlet' This takes place in early-June 1985... . because I say so! haha Hi name is Caleb Fullmore. I'm 11-years-old. I'm white, with a slender build, average height, have milky-white skin, light brown eyes, short-ish medium brown hair that with spikes in front that looks like a baby hedgehog (lol I know). I live in Santa Monica, California, with my single mom Ann-Marie Fullmore (35yo), and my 6-year-old brother Parker. More about him later. My dad, Daniel, was an airline pilot who died in a plane crash when I was 5 (Parker was 1). I remember most things about him; very little of the aftermath following his death. For the most part, the 3 of us have our shit together & were a pretty tight family unit. Now to good part! My dick: I'm a fraction over 3" soft, 3.5" hard, with a milky-white shaft, medium beige mushroom head & flared rim. I'd say my shaft is equal parts thick as it is long. I'm circumcised. I just discovered that this past semester because of health class. I now know some boys are born with a cuff of skin that covers their knob & some parents choose to have a doctor cut it off when they're an infant. In recreation centers' public change rooms, when I was little, most boys have the circumcised style... not that I noticed much up until I was 10. In fact the only dick I have seen that wasn't cut was my brother Parker's dick. You know... bath time, fun running through the sprinklers `nakey'. I did notice the difference of us, but accepted Parker's was just right for Parker. Now that I know mine foreskin was cut off, I can be sure the thick, light brown band -- like a cigar band -- is my circumcision scar. Now, & even before I knew, I would trace my scar with my pointer finger; most times until my dick got rock hard! Now I kind of wonder what it would have been like to keep my foreskin. `What would it be like to pull the skin back & reveal my dickhead?', `Would it feel good?', `Does it hurt?' All this dick talk was making me horny!! Of course, as I hinted at, I started noticing other boys' dicks last year & kind of really liked what I saw. `Am I gay?' Hmm? I dunno... (?). I mean, kids at school call each other "homos", or "fags", or "faggot" when their mad. Well... not "kids". Boys really. Never a girl. Not that I have much use for them. lol Maybe I AM `gay'. I don't know much of what that means, other than I look at boys the way they'd look at girls & think they're cute... or attractive. Or whatever. All I know it works for me & I'm fine with it. I was laying on my made bed (thanks, mom! I forgot today lol) dressed in jeans, a vertical thin stripe blue/white/red polo shirt w/ a little alligator on it (it WAS the `80s after all). I had on Fraggle Rock Underoos & wearing white tube socks. Looking up at the scale model airplane my dad use to fly, hanging from my ceiling, I was starting to get "horny"; thanks, teach, for telling me what my sexual thoughts meant. Skipping the 1 minute over the clothes rub down of my dick, I pulled it out, not the balls, & grabbing it, made my already semi-boner, a rigid 3.5" boner. I noticed my dickhead went from medium beige while soft, to a brown Silly Putty color with shades of blush & even violet. `It's a damn fine dick!', I thought, as I got snapped back to reality by Parker's typically animated voice running from his second floor bedroom to mine. "Shit!", I said softly. `Can't a guy jerk off in a house?!', I thought. My door slightly ajar, Parker -- being Parker -- not knocking, bolts in & sits his butt on the end of my bed at my calves with a hard bounce. I grinned, not able to stay mad at cute 6-year-old Parker, about to celebrate his 7th birthday in less than 2 weeks; June 15th. Parker was a cute kid by cuteness standards. Straw blonde hair; big, dark sapphire blue eyes. A bridge of light freckles over the bridge of his perfect nose. Like me, he inherited the Fullmore boys dimples. Body wise, it wasn't bad. Whereas I have a toned body, Park had a bit of baby fat on his equally milky-white skin. Better lips. Pouty & cherry red. They were especially wet this afternoon. Probably drinking Chocolate Quik; our fave. Able to snap my jeans & undies over my boner the moment the little runt (smile) through open the door, I was in quite a good mood for a preteen boy who's jerk off session was so rudely interrupted. I smiled as a greet him: "May I help you, gentleman?" as my smile turned to a smirk. END of Chapter 1 Did you like the first chapter? I'm going to continue & have exciting things planned for Caleb, Parker & other unseen friends. Also, WHY I choose the title Caleb, Raised By Wolves. Thanks for reading!! parkerfullmore@gmail.com