Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2009 15:53:54 EST
From: HJ
Subject: Early Beginnings Part 3

From the age of 8 to 11, I was Tommy's boy. He was my big brother, mentor and
the object of my desires. I know now that he wasn't gay, but hell, what teen
boy doesn't want his very own, personal cock slave? The difference was, Tommy
returned what he got, ten fold. By the age of 11, he had taught me how to
throw and catch a ball, skate, defend myself in a fight, he took me
camping, and I became a crack shot with his BB gun, which he later gave
me. The guy was my hero. I knew he dated girls, however he would tell me
that they could never make him feel as good as I did.
All good things come to an end and a few months after Tommy graduated from
high, he went off to college, leaving me behind. I begged him to stay and go to
our local college, however he said the one he was attending was better. Every
few months and summers he would come back to town.
Tommy became less interested with any intimacy with me and more and more
interested in girls, until one day, he stopped letting me suck him. I suppose I
half expected him to pass me on to another boy like Perry had, but that never
happened. One summer, I worked up the nerve to ask him if he knew of another
older boy who might want me.  Tommy just said that I wasn't a `thing' to be
handed off and I was getting to the age where I should start thinking about girls.
I just told him I didn't like girls like that and never would. He gave me a
hug and told me I would, someday and he would always be my friend.
I never told Tommy about this and have kept this buried for years. When I was
8 our next door neighbor built a clubhouse in the back yard for his
daughters. One day, his youngest daughter who was around 14 and her friend invited me
to come inside to play. It all seemed quite innocent until the girls, tied me
up, gagged me, pulled my shirt over my head and pulled down my pants and
fondled me. The whole time I was crying and struggling to free myself. They laughed
at me, pinched me, put clothes pins on my nipples, and pulled on my dick and
made fun of me.
After they had their fun, they let me go. The neighbor girl told me I had
better not ever tell anyone or she and all her friends would beat the shit out of
me. I ran home humiliated, crying, and in hysterics and despite the warning,
immediately told my mom.
My mom called the girls mothers and all hell broke loose. The neighbor girl
lied and said it never happened but her girlfriend broke down and admitted to
the assault. Finally, after my mom threatened to call the cops, the neighbor
girl admitted she did it. Both the girls and their mothers came over to our home
and apologized to me and my family and their parents swore it would never
happen again. I noticed that the girlfriend was badly bruised. The neighbor girl'
s dad tore the clubhouse down that night. He told my dad, I shouldn't ever
have to look at it again.
The worst part for me was that I had liked and trusted these girls. I thought
of them like older sisters. They violated me and they violated my trust. I
believe that if there ever was a possibility of me liking girls, it was
destroyed that day in the clubhouse.
I remember several days later one of the girl's mothers telling my mom that
any `normal' boy would have enjoyed what the girls did and if I wasn't such a
little sissy, I never would have told on them. I stood there in disbelief as
my mom smacked the bitch across the face so hard, she hit the ground. I never
saw my mom so angry.
By the age of 12, my body began going through serous changes. I went from a
puny little kid, to the tallest kid in my class. I swam and rode bike and I was
beginning to fill out quite nicely. I was getting boners all the time and didn
't know why. I used to carry my binder in front of me in school to hide my
wood. I called Tommy and asked him what to do. He told me to think about
something disgusting and they would go away. I thought about the smell of dog barf
and having to clean it off the carpet and it worked every time. Lol
Finally my mom sat me down and told me about `The Birds and The Bees.' I was
seriously grossed out and told her so. Poor mom.
I started junior high at 13, where I met a boy named Gene. We were the same
age and shared many commonalities. Both are parents had pools and we loved to
swim, we also loved to shoot targets with our BB rifles, ride bikes and go
exploring the nearby orchards and an overgrown creek which would dry up in the
summer. We began having frequent sleep over's.
On one such night Gene asked me if I jacked off and I had to ask him what
that meant, so he showed me. He pulled his dick out of his shorts and began
masturbating. I was totally in awe that for such a small boy; he had such a big
dick. It was at least six inches and thick. After a few minutes he had an orgasm.
I was amazed. He told me to go ahead and try it, I did, mine, I got hard, but
nothing happened. Gene suggested that we do it together. Since he was a lefty
and I was a righty, it was easy to lie side by side and jack each other.
After a few minutes of him jacking me off and me jacking him and looking at his
big dick and thinking about sucking him off, I came for the first time and he
came soon after. OMG, it felt good! After he came in my hand, he gave me a towel
to wipe it off. I told him I needed to pee and as soon as I was out of site,
I licked off his cum from my hand. It was delicious!
After that, we had a full time hobby. Since both Gene's parents worked, we
would ride our bikes at full speed to his house and jack each other off. After
about a week, I worked up the nerve to ask him if I could suck his dick. He
looked at me in disbelief and asked why would I ever want to put a guy's dick in
my mouth? I spilled the beans and told him I had been sucking older boys off
since I was 6 years old and loved it.  Gene said it was cool if I wanted to
suck him; however he did not want a dick in his mouth; however he would still
jack me off. I sucked him off twice that day. It wasn't the same as with Perry
and Tommy as Gene would not show affection.
One night when we were doing a sleepover at Gene's, He came up with an idea
that if we were ever going to screw girls one day, we needed to practice on
each other. Once again, I was clueless. How I asked? He offered to show me and
even offered to let me fuck him first. He had a jar of Vaseline, and put some in
his butt hole and rubbed some more on my cock. He told me to go slow and not
push to hard until he told me it was ok. I did as he said and soon I was
fucking him. It felt wonderful.
But boy did I ever get a big surprise! This was obviously not the first time
he had been fucked. The kid turned into a wild animal, with his giggles and
moans. It felt great to me, but I couldn't understand why he was enjoying it so
much and asked him what was going on. He just told me to shut up and fuck. I
was glad we were in his parent's quest house or they surly would have heard us.

After I came, I pulled out and caught my breath, Gene told me to give him
head. I said "no way" I wanted him to fuck me so I could experience what he did.
He finally agreed and we did it. Since he was bigger than me, it hurt like
hell at first, however he went slow until I became accustom to it. I can still
remember the old green vinyl couch where I was first fucked. I was lying on my
stomach with Gene on my back fucking me. My cock was sliding back and forth
against the vinyl, Genes fucking was making me feel all happy inside (I had no
idea what a prostrate was back then) but an amazing thing happened. Between
Gene fucking my ass and my dick rubbing against the vinyl, I came the very first
time I was fucked.
When Gene realized I had cum, he pulled out his dick and went to the bathroom
and washed. When he returned, he said he still needed to cum and I had to
blow him, which I did.
Afterwards, he told me he didn't like fucking as much as he liked being
fucked. He said that he was pissed at me for cumming while he fucked me. I think he
was jealous.
After that night, our routine was jacking each other, me fucking him until I
came, then I would finger his ass and blow him. Sometimes I would roll him
onto his back and fuck him while he jacked himself. If he came first, he would
make me pull out. I would then put his soft, cummy cock in my mouth and jack
myself off. I never challenged him about his story of how we needed to learn how
to fuck girls by fucking each other. I wasn't stupid, Gene obviously had been
fucked several times before I met him and he loved it. I never understood why
he was so repelled by the idea of having a dick in his mouth, to me it seemed
natural.
Gene and I carried on for another two years. Never during that time would he
ever allow me to kiss or hug him. I understood that although I had some
feelings for him it was impossible for him to care about anyone but himself. The way
I saw it, he was cute, available, and good sex. Most importantly, he could
keep a secret. Until something better came along, he was better than nothing.
Although I did not think of it in those terms, because of Gene, I was becoming a
damn good top. I still love to fuck.
One day, when we were riding our bikes, Gene pulled over into a long gravel
driveway and told me to stop. He explained that the people who lived in the
house were away and he was going to break in and rob the house. He instructed me
to be the lookout. I pleaded with him not to do it and after several harsh
words, I rode away and never looked back. I was 15. After that, if we made eye
contact in school, I would merely nod.
My mom asked me why I never saw Gene anymore and I would never say. After she
heard about his arrest for a rash of burglaries, she told me she understood
and she was proud of me.
I still thought of Gene often when I would jack off and wished I could still
be fucking him and sucking his dick.
When I was 16, Gene died in an auto accident. He was in a pickup truck full
of older drunk kids. There were 4 of them in the cab with room for three. Gene
being the smallest was sitting on another boys lap and was ejected through the
windshield. I was shocked when his dad called and asked me to be a pal barer.
When I arrived at the funeral parlor, I understood why. Only one other kid
from school was in attendance. There was Gene's mom and dad, his sister,
grandma, and the other kid. I, the kid from school, and some people from the funeral
parlor carried his coffin.
After the funeral, the other kid admitted he barely knew Gene. When I got
home, I cried.
Tommy came by later that weekend; I think my mom must have called him. We
went for a long drive and we talked about a lot of stuff. I told him all about my
time with Gene, the sex and how cold he was inside. I can still remember
Tommy telling me, someday I would meet the right guy and that I deserved to be
loved. He never talked about me meeting a girl again. He asked me if I was mad at
him for using me like he did. I just told him the truth. I loved what we did
and if that was "using me," that was ok. I loved him too. Before we got back
into town, he hugged me again and gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me I
would always be his little brother. I never thought to ask him if I could
suck him again. Our relationship had evolved.
I know now how lucky I was to have had Tommy as a friend. What started out as
using a little boy to `get off,' turned into something much greater and more
beautiful. This speaks volumes for Tommy.
He has since moved back to his hometown, where I too reside. He is happily
married with two great kids. We are still friends.

To be continued

Authors note......This is a story based on things that really happened to me.
Like real life, some are good and some are bad.

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