Date: Wed, 02 Oct 2002 12:07:46 -0400
From: Ron F <coming4seed@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Coming for Seed'  #1 {Ron F.}  ( Bb 1st con true ) [1!2]

Warning: Don't read if you are under the age of 18 or if you are offended by
the subject matter. This story includes consensual sex between a teen male
and a pre-teen boy.

General Archive; `Coming for Seed' #1 {Ron F.} ( Bb 1st con true ) [1!2]

Coming for Seed by Ron F.
(A true story)

I remember my first orgasm like it was yesterday. In fact it was 22 years
ago. I was 11 years old, and it happened at the hand of a much older boy. As
I recall, he was about 15 years old.

My name is Ron and I'm a well-adjusted 33-year-old Gay man. I've never told
any one about this before. Given my age at the time it's a difficult subject
for some people. But it's important for me to share the events, as not only
was it my first orgasm, it was my fist love.

I had known Grant all my life. He and his family lived just down the street
from my family and me. I idolized him; he was a handsome light haired boy of
German decent.

During the summer that I turned 11 years old, Grant suddenly seemed to show
a lot of interest in me. This was strange because he had changed and seemed
so much older then me. He was well into puberty and the changes were
obvious. He was getting muscles all over; he was suddenly much taller and
had a fine hair growing all over his legs and under his arms. Compared to my
smooth little 11-year-old body he seemed huge.

One day, early in the summer I was playing alone in my sprinkler. I was
wearing blue bathing trunks. Soon Grant showed up.

"Hey Ronnie, can I cool off with you?" Grant asked.

I was pleased he wanted to play with me.

"Sure", I said with much excitement. He had never showed any interesting in
playing with my before. In fact in front of his older friends I didn't
exist.

During that little romp in the sprinkler I noticed that Grant wasn't only
growing taller he had grown in his bathing suit too. My dick was still only
an inch long when soft and 3" when fully hard. Grant's looked to be 6 inches
long laying sideways in his tight Speedos with balls the size of walnuts. I
couldn't keep my eyes off his crotch. I know he saw me looking, but he never
said anything, he just smiled and we had a great time together playing in
the sprinkler.

Over the next couple of weeks playing with Grant became an almost daily
occurrence. Even on cloudy days I would change into my swimsuit and play in
the yard always watching and hoping he would join me.

We would wrestle in my back yard with the water sprinkling down on us. It
was the most fun I had ever had. Sometimes he would do things that really
surprised me. Like he would twist my nipples. He asked if I like that. I
thought it was kind of strange, but said I like it. In fact I did. I liked
anything that he did. I wanted him to be my friend and would let him do
whatever he wanted.

While we rolled around he would slip his hand in the back of my swim suit
and rub my butt or pitch it. Always followed by the same question.

"Did you like that?" he would ask.

"Yes", I'd answer. I was not sure why, all I knew was that I enjoyed having
his hands on me. I never considered touching his body. Although I did want
to run my hands over the light hair that covered his thighs and I would have
done anything to get a closer look at what was packed in his swim suit.

I really had no idea why I was so attracted to Grant. I didn't even know
what Gay meant. I just felt excited to be around him.

I had received a small one-man green tent for my 11th birthday. It was set
up way out in my backyard. One day Grant asked about the tent and if we
could go in. It was very cramped inside, there was no way to avoid touching.
Grant reached out and tweaked my nipple. It didn't hurt at all, but I
protested anyway. We rolled around in the small tent. That first time, he
touched me pretty much everywhere. At one point with his hand in the back of
my swim trunks he pinched my butt. I curled into a ball trying to get away.
My face ended up in his lap. My hands were behind me trying to stop him.
Seeing my opportunity I rubbed my cheek and nose back a forth a few times
over the crotch of his Speedo. It was then that I realized his cock was very
hard.

That made him suddenly stop. Once we caught our breath we left the tent and
that was the end of our first romp in the tent.

The next time Grant came over to play we didn't even use the sprinkler. He
asked right away if I wanted to go back into my little tent. And of course I
did.

"Will your parents mind if we are in there?" he asked?

"No," I said "And besides, dad is at work and mother just went down the
street to have coffee at a friends. She wont be back to make dinner for
hours. We can spend the whole afternoon in there if you want."

Grant seemed very please with that and quickly followed me in. I zipped the
door closed and suddenly it was quiet. There we were in just our swim suits,
inches away from each other. There was a funny green glow from the sun
shinning on the tent fabric. This time felt very different like something
was going to happy. I believe Grant had a plan.

We didn't make eye contact. That would be difficult. If we faced each other
our noses would touch. I looked down our bodies at our feet side by side,
down by the door we had just sealed off the world with.

My eyes lingered on the bulge in Grants Speedo. He lay on his left side, his
cock was pointing toward the tent floor. I was sure it moved it appeared to
get longer. It was getting hard just like when I rubbed it with my face. I
couldn't take my eyes away. Then his hand slid down his body over his bulge.
I thought he was trying to block my view. He started to slowly rub his cock
from the base to the tip.

"You like watching?" Grant asked, although it seemed more like a statement
then a question.

It was the first words uttered since we entered the tent. I jumped and
looked away. I was about to deny that I was watching.

"It's okay you know," he reassured me. "You can watch if you like."

My eyes return to his hand and I watched as he more obviously stoked his
cock for me.

"Do you jerk off?" he asked.

I shock my head no. Not only did I not jerk off, I didn't know what he
meant.

"You will some day." He said. "It makes your cock feel good." "I knew you
would like watching me jerk off". He continued. "I could tell by the way you
always stare at my crotch".

He sure did look like he was enjoying himself. Anything that made him happy
made me happy.

"You should try it." He suggested.

Without hesitation I reached down and started rubbing my own little dick
through my swim trunks. I hadn't realized but I was hard too.

"It works better without clothing," he said with a smile.

That is what I wanted to hear. I was very curious to see what his big cock
would look like. The only other cock I had ever seen was my father's and
that was only for brief moments. I already knew more of what Grant's looked
like just from seeing the outline in his swimsuit.

"Go ahead and take them off." I said with excited anticipation.

"You go first, that way it's fare", he responded. "We probably shouldn't be
naked in your tent, so if we both are you can't tell anyone."

That made perfect sense to me. And I had nothing to hide. In one quick
movement I pulled my trunks off and discarded them in the corner of the
tent. I sat up in the middle of the tent, with my legs. I wanted a good view
of when his cock and balls became visible. Grant looked intently between my
legs. I was surprised at his interest. My dick was a thin white pencil sized
cut member that at that moment was sticking straight up against my belly. My
little balls were lost in the loose sac.

"Nice." He said. "Now try stroking it. It'll feel much better".

I did as he instructed, but had little interest in playing with the dick I
had seen and held many times.

"Your turn' I said, gesturing towards his swimsuit.

Grant rolled onto his back and lifted his butt up and began to slide down
his Speedo. I realized I wasn't as much interested in seeing his cock, as I
was his balls. The outline I had seen made them look so different from mine.
My balls were like small cherry pits in a loose bag. His were large round
orbs.

The surprise I got was that he was not circumcised. Even with an almost full
erection, Grant's foreskin completely covered the head of his cock and came
to a closed pucker at the end.  He lowered his swimsuit to his ankles;
spread his knees apart and lay back down to continue stroking his cock. He
made sure I had of full view of all that he had to offer.

He must have notice the look on my face as he asked with concern if I didn't
like `it'.

"No, I do like it. It's just all so different from mine." I responded.

I had expected it to be like mine but bigger. However Grants cock was so
thick and dark it looked nothing like mine. His balls hung low and heavy
between his spread legs and he had hair just above the base of his cock. It
wasn't thick and curly like my fathers. His was much finer, and wispy. There
wasn't much hair at all. Likely because he was not really that old. And of
course the biggest difference was his foreskin.

Grant explained that because he was German he wasn't circumcised and had a
foreskin that protected the head of his penis, and I simply didn't have one.
I didn't understand what that all meant but accepted the differences the
same as I accepted that some people are left handed. It didn't matter to me,
it was beautiful and it was exciting.

As he educated me about all this he laid back with his head resting on his
left arm and his right hand absentmindedly stoking the length of his cock. I
watched with amazement as the skin road up and over the head of his hard
cock with absolute precision. When I did look at his face I could see he was
enjoying having me watch him stoke his cock. He wanted the show and
conversation to continue. I was a more then willing audience.

"Do you know what cocks are for, besides pissing I mean?" He asked

This one I did know and was please that I had recently learned about sex and
could talk on his level.

"Dicks have seeds in them that make babies when you mix them with a girls
seeds. Right?" I said.

He explained I was close. The balls make sperm that come out of the end of
the cock. He told me that the cock gets hard so that it can be pushed inside
a girl to plant the seeds. I told him that he must make a lot of seed
because his balls were so big.

He said when there was too much seed he jerked off. Holding his hand still,
Grant simulated fucking. See my cock thinks I'm fucking a girl and will
eventually shoot out the seed.

I leaned down to get a closer look at those magnificent seed making balls as
Grant slowly stroked his cock and watched me closely.

"You can get as close as you want" He said. "Touch them if you like"

I lay down beside Grant; we were now in a 69 position, facing each other.  I
could smell him. A wonderful mixture of soap and a young mans sweat filled
my nostrils. Taking him at his word, I reached out and took his balls in my
hand. I felt his free hand grasp my cock and balls. I looked down and saw he
was massaged my entire sex, but it was my face and his cock he was watching.

I'm not sure what came over me, as I held one ball in my hand I leaned
forward and lightly kissed it. I hadn't thought of it in advance, it just
happened. I pulled back quickly; I was puzzled at my own attraction.

"Wow, you really do like cock don't you Ronnie?" Grant said with a big grin
on his face.

He knew he had me. He knew I would do anything at that point. Continuing to
fondle my young cock with his left hand he gabbed hold of his balls with his
right hand. He held them out, stretching his sac tight.

"Give each of my balls a kiss," he ordered.

I did it. Without hesitation I leaned forward and lovingly kissed one, then
the other.

"Good boy."  He whispered.

Keeping my mouth an inch from those beautiful orbs I looked up his body into
his eyes and waited for more instructions.

"Now lick them." he said.

They were hairless and smooth and tasted only slightly salty. I gave each
ball a good lick, and then just kept licking. He released his balls and went
back to slowly stroking his cock. I moved into a kneeling position over him
and Grant rolled onto his back. I was licking his balls like a starving boy.

"That's a good boy, Ronnie," he growled. "Give those big balls a good
washing. Don't stop till I say so."

While Grant enjoyed the sensation of an eleven-year-old boy's tongue washing
his balls he stroked his own cock and did the same to my 3-inch hard-on.
Mostly he held my cock and rubbed his thumb around on the underside of my
dick head.

Once he had had enough of that Grant slide his hand up his hard cock to make
the entire foreskin pucker on the end.

"See this is like a mouth. Kiss my cock head like it has lips" he ordered.

And I did. It was soft and warm. It was a long passionate kiss, I even let
my tongue slip into his foreskin. I lifted my head and there was a thin
string of pre-cum from his cock head to my lips. I instinctively licked my
lips and tasted it.

"Is that your seed? I asked.

"Yes, a little bit of it." He said. "Do you like it?

I nodded yes as I lowered my mouth down to lick him and retrieve more. He
pulled back his foreskin and allowed me to lick all the slimy pre-cum from
the head of his cock. Grant gave out a moan and it was then that I realized
he was having as much fun as I was.

"If you want, we can use your mouth like a girls pussy." He suggested. "But
you will have to eat the seed when it comes out of the tip. My cock will
think your mouth is a pussy and will pump the cum out of my balls so you can
swallow it".

It wasn't really a question and if it had been I would have said yes anyway.
I was panting, more then Grant, but I didn't know why.

"Just tell me what to do". I conceded.

He lowered his hand to fondle his balls and hold the base of his cock. He
pointed it straight up at my face. He instructed me to open wide and lower
my mouth on his cock. Don't let your teeth scrape he warned. You have to
make your mouth like a hot, wet pussy.

His cock head was warm and smooth. I bobbed my head up and down as
instructed. I loved the feel of it passing back and forth over my lips. Only
the head was going into my mouth.

"You have to take it deeper, Ronnie." He urged. "A pussy would take me all
the way to the base".

I pushed down, taking the head all the way to the back on my throat. That
only got the head and one inch of him inside me. I wanted so bad to please
him. To help him relieve all that seed, to be his pussy.

He was too big it simply wouldn't go farther into my mouth.

Sensing this wasn't working too well, Grant told me to just hold the head in
my mouth. So I did. He was now stroking his cock again. This time with
purpose and a good rhythm. I realized he was rubbing the head of my cock
faster too. I watched as his balls slowly drew up as his sac tightened.

"When my seed comes, you have to swallow as fast as you can". He reminded
me.

I wondered how much would come out and with how much force. I was surprised
to feel his cock head swell in my little mouth.

"It's coming soon". He warned. "Start sucking like it's a straw!"

I locked my lips around his cock head and started to suck. My tongue
caressed the smooth head and tickled his piss-slit. At that moment a surge
of cum rushed against my tongue and filled my mouth. I swallowed at once, a
manageable mouth full it was. It was not at all what I had expected. Hot,
thick, and smooth as vanilla ice cream. It easily slid down my throat. I
just started to realize the salty taste when a second full squirt filled my
mouth. I was still sucking like a straw and it too was easily swallowed. I
didn't count but am sure I received 5-6 mouth-filling squirts.

As my gut filled with his warm man seed I suddenly felt a heat of my own
fill my crotch. And a shiver ran the length of my spine. The combination of
Grant rubbing my dick and his cock shooting in my mouth induced my first
orgasm. It was a dry orgasm, my 11-year-old balls not old enough to produce
seed, but non-the less it was a mind blowing orgasm.

Once my orgasm ended I released Grants cock from my mouth with a pop. I must
have had good suction on it.

"You really like to eat my seed, it gave you your own orgasm" Grant said
with a smile. "Your mouth sure makes a good pussy".

I sat back as we both caught our breath. I was happy with myself. Thrilled
that I was able to please Grant. His cock was still full size, but no longer
hard and ridged. Laying on his belly the foreskin was closed around the head
but a drop of clear liquid was oozing from the tip onto his belly.

"We can't waste any of my seed." Grant said, looking at his cock

He instructed me to lick the cum off his belly. I licked it all up and
thoroughly clean his small bush of pubic hair with my tongue.  Then he
pulled back his foreskin and I clean the head completely. I did it all with
great pride in my work. Grant then ran his finger up the under side of his
cock, bringing a glob of white cum out of his piss slit. "Eat it." was all
he had to say and my tongue darted up to clam his delicious seed.

Over the next couple of weeks Grant used my mouth as a receptacle for his
seed about every second day. I never spilled a drop. I worshiped him and his
cum. Every time I felt his cum surge into my mouth I would have my own
orgasm.

To this day, nothing takes me over the top like cum shooting into my hungry
mouth.

Within a few months Grant started to use my boy butt as a pussy. If people
like hearing about my first experiences with Grant, I'll send the second
instalment of that summer.

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