Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2016 20:22:56 +0000
From: francis cardinal <franciscardinal@hotmail.com>
Subject: Curious Boys Chapter 2

Campbell's son (1995)

I'll make this one quick as not much happened but when I was about 14, some
neighbor man asked me to give his 10 year old son some French lessons, as I
was pretty much the only French speaking boy in the whole county. So I did,
with the prospect of making a few bucks, which weren't easy to make at that
age in this part of the province. So I had him over to my room once or
twice a week for an hour-long French lesson. During one of these lessons,
being the horny teen I was, and curious to see any boy's dick, I bluntly
directed the French grammar to penises (How I did this smoothly, no
clue). A few awkward and shy words later, I dropped my sweat pants and
showed him what I had so far as a teen dick. Hard, uncut, probably about 3
or 4 inches long with just a few whips of red hair. After I had given him a
look, which he obviously accepted with curiosity, I asked to see his. It
took a few minutes to convince him but I finally managed to get him up and
show me what he had. It probably took some convincing because he was small,
even for a 10 year old, and scrawny, and he still had a little boy's dick,
about an inch long, uncut, very pale, almost transparent. He just giggled
and put his pants back up. He didn't get hard showing me and that was
that. As he didn't show much interest, I didn't bother to push this further
during our next lessons.

Marc-André (1996)

In Junior High or High School, I was quite a popular guy, not because I was
handsome or good at sports like some others, I was just a good and fun guy
to be with and didn't cling to any of the very distinct `clan' High School
tend to have. I would hang and get along with all shapes and styles. Geeks
to skaters, punks to rejects.

Anyways, there was this boy named Marc André who was probably 14 as
I was then, we had many classes together. He was quite rejected from the
others. He was very short, scrawny, pale and didn't have much going for
him. He wasn't bad looking, only teens can be harsh to other kids that
aren't hitting puberty as fast as most. The fact that his father was the
school principal definitely did not help ;)

We had gym class together and although they didn't require us to shower,
and less to get naked in front of each other, it was just a lot of bulges
in tidy withies. Always wished I had gown in a time and place where naked
showers were mandatory but nonetheless theses early teen dick outlines,
along with chests, armpits and butt silhouettes, gave me hours of
masturbatory pleasure.

One day after gym class, we were all in the changing rooms and Marc Andre
was sitting on the bench right across me. He was wearing very loose boxers
(he was so small, anything seemed loose on him) and as he was putting his
socks back on, he lifted his leg up and I got a one in a lifetime perfect
crotch shot. It was all there. Not just one of his balls, not just the tip
of his dick but everything. In one glance, I got to see his hairless pubis,
his 2-inch narrow pale white uncut boy dick, and his little boyish hairless
ball sac. This only last about 15 seconds, he didn't see me look, but I
still remember it perfectly as if it was yesterday. That was that, I
probably jerked off for months after looking back at this memory.

My very best friend Christian was sitting beside me then but I wouldn't
find out he had also seen the same thing as me until a few months
after. This will be explained in the next story.

So yeah, don't remember when exactly but a few days later, I was sitting
beside Marc André in English class and as we were in the very back
(being both good students) we were free enough to talk. So I turned to him
and started, somehow, asking him about boy stuff, as boys do at this age. I
asked him about his body, if he had hair under his arms and on his dick. As
I already knew he didn't, I was curious to see if he would lie, not knowing
I knew. But he didn't, he was honest, he told me he only started having a
few on his dick and none under his arms. I remember asking him to show me
his armpit and he did lift his arm up a bit and opened up his t-shirt
sleeve for me to see his very pale and bare hairless armpit. Then I asked
him if he had had sex, knowing very well he hadn't. Again he was honest and
said he hadn't. Then I asked him if he jerked off and he told me he did,
two times a day generally, morning and night. I was surprised at how he was
opened and honest with me on such a subject he probably had never talk to
anyone about, having few or no real friends. And this all ended with me
telling him I had seen his full crotch in gym class. I didn't say it to
embarrass him, although he was by the look on his face, but I was horny as
hell and felt I needed to tell him and see his reaction.

That was that with Marc Andre, I never did do anything sexual with him
although I now know, with more reflection, I could have him being a horny
teen like all others as he had little or no opportunities to fool around
with anyone, definitely not girls.

Christian (1996-1997)

Christian was by best friend from age 14 to 16, he was a really good kid;
not one of the popular ones at school but neither a reject, people liked
him and respected him. I thought he was quite cute, pretty slim, very white
smooth skin, reddish-blond hair, a little shorter then me, and from what I
got to see soon enough, a little late in his puberty.

For theses 2 years we were really hanging out, we had some classes
together, we'd hang out after school and on weekends, we'd frequently sleep
over at each other's houses. As he was close to town and me, up in the
country-side on a farm, we'd take the school bus to each other's house on
the Friday afternoon, spend the entire weekend, then go back to school on
Monday morning.

Bits and pieces...

I think the first time we had something sex-related we were at his place. I
remember his parents being out until late evening. He told me his dad had
porn tapes and I think this was the very first time I had heard of them,
left alone seen some. So he went to his parent's room and came back with a
few VHS tapes with very graphic covers. Mind me, Christian and I had had
some sex discussions before, he knew I was as opened and horny as he was
hence why he just told me about the tapes and got them.

Anyways, he popped one in and I remember being hard before it even
started. We told each other we were hard. Unfortunately we didn't yet find
the guts to do anything. We just watched and kept repeating how hard our
dicks were.

At a different time in the same period, he came over for the weekend at the
farm. We were in bed, me on my old children's single bed, and him on a
mattress right beside my bed. I remember that nigh as being a very chatty
night. We truly opened up to each other, talked about our little sexual
experiences, a lot about our ridiculously frequent solo jerk off sessions,
what we thought about when we did it (I had to lie at this point as I was
into guys, which is a big No-No in highschool) and eventually I told him
about seeing Marc André's small hairless crotch in gym class and, if
you read the last story, you'll remember that Christian was sitting right
beside me when Marc Andre opened up his boxers. I just thought I had been
the only one present for the show. But I was wrong; Christian started
laughing and told me he saw the exact same thing! So then we had a good go
at describing what we had seen and how small, hairless and puny Marc
Andre's dick was. Mind me I was laughing and dissing Marc André's
private parts as it was the thing to do with another `normal' peer but
although it was a very undeveloped crotch, I was gay, and I loved it and
jerked off to the image I had imprinted in my mind.

So yeah, after talking about sex and experiences and then Marc Andre's
exposed boy dick, the conversation turned to our own bodies. All the
typical questions teens tend to ask each other, trying to see if they are
developing normally. My bedroom was pitch black and the very little
moonlight coming in from the window was just barely enough for us to even
make out the other. This may seem like a downer in a sex story but I now
realize the darkness actually gave me the excuse I needed to get more
happening with Christian.

So typical questions like: `do you have hair under your arms' couldn't end
up with the logical `show me' that I was used to. Well it did, but as it
was too dark to see, I had to find a way to move this forward. So awkwardly
but still trying to be as innocent and believable as I could, I would tell
him I couldn't see, or didn't believe him, and would stretch my hand out
and lean a bit down from my bed to touch. He would take my hand and guide
me to his armpit. I would run my fingers up and down his pits for a few
seconds, confirm was he had told me, until I thought it was the limit to
what was acceptable without it becoming `gay'. When I found out this system
worked with him, I knew more fun could come from this. So then we bombarded
questions to each other and took the other's hand to all the spots of
interest. I remember going for his nipples, armpits, chest, stomach,
legs... all under the excuse of making sure the other was honest about
hair, or lack of hair in various spots. Then obviously we had run out of
places to touch, other then our privates. I remember he asked me if I was
hard and I told him I was, he also admitted it. So then came the fun part
where he would touch my pubic hair and I would run my fingers through
his. Then the balls. Then between our legs. I think we both knew from the
start we wanted to feel each other's dicks, only we had to go through all
this process to feel confident and comfortable enough to actually touch
each other's hard dicks. And we did. I remember him taking my hand and
putting it directly onto his dick, which was surprisingly the exact same
length and width as mine, only he was cut and I was uncut. We were both
about 5 inch. At this point we didn't have to ask, as soon as one touched
the other, the other was expected to replicate, so we didn't wait for an
approval or the other's hand to guide us, we just went for it.

At this point, Christian was getting himself halfway up on his bed, to my
level, to do the touching. I remember his face being very close to my dick
as he held it and fondled it. Then not exactly sure how it happened but he
licked my dick or rubbed it with his face, very briefly, for half a
second. I told him he should continue... and he got the message and put my
dick in his mouth. Simple as that. Now he isn't gay, still isn't, guess it
was just the hormones pushing him to do this. He didn't suck me with any
intentions of making me cum, just a few ups and downs, more out of
curiosity then anything. Then when he decided to stop, as our pattern
suggested, he automatically got back down on his back and waited for me to
replicate. Which I did. I sucked him for about the time he had done to me,
again not wanting him to know how much excitement I was getting from
this. And that was that for that night, nothing more I can recall except
him telling me not to tell anyone ;)

As for many moments in our lives growing up, I regret not doing more then,
at least suck him until he came, which im sure he wouldn't have objected
to.

On a separate occasion, Christian came back to my farm and we decided to
spend a night out camping on the mountain. Blablabla, same body development
and sex talk as before. Then we start to wrestle, in the already pretty
small 2-person tent. It was pretty cold out being early fall so we were
both wearing Long Johns, and nothing else. I remember we weren't as shy, or
complicated, to be touchy and naked with each other. So the wrestling soon
had both of us bare chested leaving very little to the imagination to the
condition of our boyhood in our very tight and revealing underwear. Then
came a lot of ass and dick grabbing until he had me pinned down on my
stomach, sitting on my lower back with, guess what, his hand pushed under
me grabbing my hard dick. It was all a game, we both knew, I was, for show,
trying to get out of this position and he acted like he had me and I
couldn't get out. But I could, and he knew it. Then came the transition
between horsing around and sexual contact. He loosened his grip and I
stopped struggling. He was still fondling my dick and I reached my hand
back and grabbed his own rock hard dick, nervously laughing at him being
hard. Then he gave me enough room to turn over onto my back. He was still
sitting on my, his dick pointing at my face and my own dick poking
somewhere around his ass. I pulled his underwear down to free his dick and
pulled him closer to my face and started to suck him. He got off and took
his underwear off, I did the same with mine. He got back on me and I
remember pushing him back onto my harder then ever dick until his ass was
leaning against it. Thats when he told me his limits, he said no ass
fucking and no kissing. Lol. All good with me, although I would have loved
to kiss him very badly. I didn't, at that time, have much interest in
ass. Although now I think of it and would have fucked him right then and
there... sitting on me as he was. Anyways, he sucked me for some time, I
sucked him again, but, sadly, neither of us came. I really wish I would
have pushed and at least made him cum once, but its easy to regret later in
life, then, being 14 or 15, just the little we did was so hot and
over-the-top that I guess it didn't seem necessary. But I did and still am
jerking off and coming to my experiences with Christian.