Date: Sat, 05 Apr 2003 05:51:10 +1000
From: S
Subject: Frank O'Donnell

The following story is for adult reading only and if you are offended in any
way in reading about sexual contact between a young boy and an older boy
then do not read on.

This story is 100% true and accurate and happened to me when I was 10 years
old.  All my stories which I print in Nifty are true and even after many
moons have passed, many many moons have passed, I still recall with great
joy what occurred in all of my reminiscencies.  I can never understand how
adults can bring charges and grief to people who allegedly molested them in
their youth after 20/30 and sometimes 40 years have elapsed.  I have no
such hang ups and I can only say I enjoyed at the time, and enjoy now the
pleasure I got, and now gain, from writing about what happened.


THE STORY OF FRANK O'DONNELL


On day, or should I say, evening, when I was 10 years old - almost eleven
actually, something happened which made me realise I could have certain
feelings course through my body which were exciting and exhilarating and I
wanted more of them.

It was the Y.M.C.A. Annual Concert and I was down to sing a little ditty
called a sea shanty.  I was also a member of the Boys choir which was going
to sing other lusty and rollicking sea shanties from the smallish stage in
the Church Hall.  All the choir ranged in age from eight year olds to 14
year olds.  Most have us still had our soprano voices which were really
quite pleasant to listen to.

We were all dressed the same in specially made navy blue very loose silkie
type shorts and a white shirt which was unbuttoned but tied at the front by
the shirt tails.  This of course bared our mid riff and gave us a very sexy
look although I was never sure what the word "sexy" meant at that age,
although with the "Ooohhs and ahhs which went up from the audience when we
trooped on to the stage, obviously some people liked us - even before we
started singing.

The songs went well and in the middle I had a solo to sing about Captain
Hook and his merry men - ho ho ho.  It was all good fun.  I recall thinking
the entire place is packed with our towns people and we were the centre of
attention.  Was this what show biz. was all about.  If so, I liked it.

Many of the audience were standing on benches at the rear of the hall
because the place was packed and there was no more seating apparently.  To
great applause we finished with "Over the Sea to Sky" which we belted out
lustily.

I loved the applause and we were given a rousing send off because we were
the last act before the Interval.

We were told we had to just mingle as best we could with the audience
because there were no spare seats and there certainly was no room behind
the stage.  When I went into the auditorium it was packed of course but I
could see room on the benches at the very rear of the hall.  I went and
stood on the bench right in the corner of the hall, a good place because I
could lean back against the outside rear wall and I could lean sideways on
the left hand wall.  As the audience trooped back into place the whole
floor began to get very crowded again.  I was alright `jack', I could see
everything.

A few bigger lads from my school, probably in the sixteen and seventeen age
group, climbed up on the benches beside me and, one of those Frank
O'Donnell, came and stood almost in front of me so that I could not see
anything.

Now Frank was known as a bit of a swot, he was the brother of a boy in my
class but Frank was big and at 16 years of age he seemed very old to me.
But he was always a pleasant sort of fellow and always talked to me.  He
was quite a nice looking guy in spite of his fairly thick spectacles which
he had to wear. He had very dark wavy hair and this was accentuated by his
fairly pale complexion.  My head came up to just below his chin.

2.

Frank knew me by name and he said "Stevo, if you let me stand behind you we
can both see".  I thought was a good idea and said "Yes alright".  I then
stood on the bench in front of him and he got behind me and he put his
hands on to each of my arms to steady me and keep me from falling forward.
The lights dimmed and the second half began and I felt Frank sort of gently
pull me back into his body .  I never thought anything about this and I
felt quite relaxed in the position I was in.  I felt him occasionally move
his hands up and down my bare arms but it felt rather nice and I really
never thought too much about it.  Of course my arms were bare right up to
and beyond my elbows with very loose and wide sleeves.  At one stage during
the first act on stage Frank leaned over to me and whispered in my ear "I
am just holding you to keep you from falling.  Is that alright ?"

I whispered back to him so that my mouth was right beside his ear "Of
course, I feel safe".

The next act came on and it was some bloke doing a monologue about
something and the single spot was focused on his face.  This made the
entire hall very dark indeed particularly at the back of the hall where we
were.

I suddenly felt Frank's very long fingers start to slip under my bare arms
and stroke up and down the sides of my body.  I knew he had long fingers
because he was a pianist and I had seen him play the piano, and for some
reason I had noted what sort of fine artistic hands he had.  Then, because
my shirt was unbuttoned I felt his hands come around and very gently,
almost imperceptibly, he was stroking around my tummy and I felt him linger
at my tummy button as he touched it and sort of tickled it.

I sort of squirmed because it all felt quite tickly and I felt Frank pull
me back into his body even more.  I know I could, and possibly should have
told him to stop but to be honest, I was enjoying the sensations.  He was
sort of cuddling me and it felt nice and loving because this was something
I never got at home and, what was more, I was getting some lovely feelings
in the very base of my tummy.

Suddenly I was aware of this very hard sort of rod sticking into my back
and I felt Frank sort of moving himself so that this hard thing moved. I
knew it had to be his dick.  Now I had been getting erections for quite
along time and I knew about masturbation because I had been doing it in bed
and in the bath tub for maybe two years after a school friend showed me
what to do and we used to touch each others dicks.  But I had never even
come close to seeing a big guys dick.  I didn't know why, but it felt kind
of exciting and I let things flow on.

I then felt Frank's hand slip down my right hand side, right next to the
wall and he stroked my right bum cheek.  No one was ever likely to see
anything even if the lights were full on.  The hand stroked the top of my
hip over my silkie shorts and I was now starting to feel very excited and I
knew my dick was starting to feel the sensations which I loved so much and
I felt it rising and getting so hard.  Now I had no real idea how big I was
when I was hard but I always got worried if at some unwarranted time I got
an erection because it was very noticeable.  I seemed to get them at the
strangest times but always when I saw some girl with her skirt or dress up
3.

too far and I could see her knickers or when a boy was changing in the Gym
Dressing Room at school.

Then I felt Frank's long finger slip inside my right hand pocket and his
fingers started to stroke me inside there because I had no lining in the
pocket as it was intended just purely as a show pocket on the stage shorts.
  Frank's fingers were now stroking my hard dick over the top of my white
underwear.  It was an absolutely beautiful feeling because Frank was so
gentle and so discreet that I knew no one could suspect what he was doing.
I knew it was wrong, or not nice anyhow, but I could not stop him it was so
thrilling and enjoyable. He began caressing my dick with two fingers and I
voluntarily leaned into him and felt his hard dick even more against my
bum.

At this point Frank leaned over slightly and whispered right into my ear
"Alright".  I turned my head and my lips brushed his right cheek which felt
unusually hot and I nodded my head.  He pulled me again back into his body
and sort of humped me slightly.  His long fingers made no attempt to get
under my underpants although I was hoping he would do just that.  Never in
my whole, short, life had I felt sensations like was coursing through my
body.  I felt almost at the stage of I don't care who sees us I want him to
touch my dick in the flesh.  Oh Please Frank touch me, please touch me and
hold me I silently prayed.

The he took me by surprise and very surruptitously removed his hand from my
pocket.  My Disappointment must have shown when I turned to him because
what was happening was something really new to me and I jolly well liked
it.

He never looked at me but I felt him take my right hand in his right hand
and he brought it around behind my back and he placed it where his very
hard boner was.  In fact I felt with my fingers that his fly was open and
he was trying to feed my short fingers through the gap.  I did not need a
second telling and as my fingers went between the zip I suddenly felt this
terribly warm silky hard rod.

I had never touched a boys hard dick before although I had seen a few hards
whilst in the changing rooms at School Gym.  I was sort of shaking as
though I was enjoying a way out dream.  I stroked his boner very gently and
could hear that Frank was breathing a little heavier. I felt it in the
movements of his chest which was heaving a little bit faster than normal.
As I stroked his dick very gently without ever getting a proper grip of it
because of the position we were both in Frank leaned over and whispered
right into my ear "That is beautiful, you are lovely."

Now no one had ever called me lovely before and somehow I kind of liked it
and I snuggled up closer but this restricted my hand movements.  Suddenly
the lights came on and I got such a shock I removed my hand so quickly we
both nearly fell off the wood form we were standing on.

There were three more acts but all of these had lights on fairly full and
whilst Frank still held me tightly and stroked my arms gently, and I felt
his boner still sticking into me, that was all that happened.  This was
much to my great disappointment and frustration.  4.

When the show finished I eased my way from behind Frank and said "I have to
collect my things" and I was off.

I went behind stage still a bit excited and certainly flushed and I sorted
out where my shortie coat was and my bag and I slipped my coat on and
zipped it up because I was not going to change out of my stage gear just to
walk home.

As I was leaving the hall nearly all the spectators had left the hall area
and were standing outside and I turned to walk down towards the roadway and
head home.  Suddenly I heard a voice call quite softly "Stevo Stevo, wait
...."  I looked around to Frank coming towards me on his own.  When he
caught up with me he said "That was a good show - er - did you like what we
did together."  I felt my face flush a bit but I said "Yes it was nice."

Frank then took my arm and very gently sort of steered me into the shadow
of the Church wall which was at the side of pathway leading down from the
hall where the concert had taken place.  He said "Stevo, come with me
quickly to a place and we can do it some more."  I sort of panicked a bit
because now I knew I had the choice to make a decision.  Go with Frank and
enjoy some more sensations, maybe better ones, or say no I have to get
home. I knew in my mind the latter should be my answer, I knew what we did
was supposed to be `not right', but who said it was not right.  It was
lovely and felt good and it was so exciting. It was my life, all of these
thoughts were going through my head and I said "I have to get home".

Too quickly Frank said "Oh alright, I just asked."  But my irrational self
then took over and I said "If we are quick I will come with you, but I have
to be home soon."

I could see Frank sort of smile and he hugged me quickly and said "We will
be quick because I have to be home soon as well."

He then took my arm and we went down the side of the Church wall around the
bottom and back up into the Church Yard.  When we got to the place where
the boiler room for the church heating was Frank opened the door and we
stepped inside.  Although it was dark and Frank never switched on any
lights there was a glow from the boiler and we could clearly see the
outline of each other.

Frank turned me towards him and started to undo the zip of my jacket. As he
pulled the zip down it made this sort of swishing noise ad I felt his long
fingers caress my tummy as the fastener passed over my still bare stomach.
He took my jacket right off and he then stood and removed his jacket.  It
was warm in the boiler room but I was getting really warm anyhow as I felt
my dick start to rise and get really hard again.

Frank then put both his hands around my back just over the top of my shorts
and he pulled me into him. I looked up and he put his lips to mine and
although our lips were closed, mine were closed very tight because I was so
nervous, we kissed a very warm and loving kiss.  Franks hands were moving
around and I felt them push down under my shorts, such as they were, and he
was able to cup with each huge hand the cheeks of my bum.  He was so gentle
and he kept caressing me and still we kissed.  5

He then brought both hands around the front and he felt over the top of my
shorts at the front and he was touching and caressing my boner. It felt
beautiful.  I then felt him undo the button which held my shorts up and
when it was undone they just dropped to my ankles.

Frank kept saying between our lips touching "Oh you are so beautiful Stevo,
so beautiful" I rather liked all this apart from the fact I was being
caressed and I was Having feelings I had never felt before.  It sort of
reminded me of when I jacked off and the feelings I got but oh golly this
as so so so much better having someone else do it.

I suppose it was inevitable but Frank eventually hooked his fingers on the
elastic of my underpants and pulled them gently down over my bum and over
my hard dick.  The excitement boiling in me was intense, I had just never
been so relaxed and yet so `out of this world' in my life. Frank brought
has hands around the front and stroked my hard dick.  He was so gentle, so
insistent and so soft and exciting I thought I was going to die I am sure.
Frank then kissed down under my neck and down to my chest where I had quite
prominent nipples and when he touched them, one at a time, with his tongue
I just knew they went like little bullets.

One hand now cupped my balls and the other was stroking my hard dick so
gently and I felt the feeling that I was about to cum or about to pee rise
up in me.  I began to moan and say things, what I did not know, I just knew
I was being transported to another planet of love, excitement and
sensation.
   Then all of a sudden I felt the feeling shoot through me and I humped
and kissed Frank and said "Oooohhhhhh Ooooohhhhh" It was just too
sensational for words and Frank knew I had finished even although there was
no white stuff, I was still too young to do that yet.  Frank was now all
loving and caressed me and said what a beautiful boy I was and he loved me,
this brought me back to my senses, well nearly, and I said that I had to
go.

However Frank just before you go touch me please.  Whilst I knew I had to
go I was still excited and I really wanted to see and touch his big dick.
He quickly removed his long trousers and stood there with just a black pair
of sort of running shorts on.  He said "Take them down please Steve'.  I
leaned over and slowly eased them down pulling the elastic over Frank's big
dick which was sticking straight out in front of him.  I pulled his undies
right down and looked in the light of the boiler fire at all this hair
around this beautiful hard bot manhood.  He said go on touch it. I touch it
with my two hands and he took one hand and placed it on his balls and said
stroke them, gently.

I stood there stroking Franks dick and really started to jerk it, it truly
felt wonderful and I was so excited.  My dick was again hard as can be and
Frank leaned slightly in and stroked my hard rod.  It was all so beautiful
and I looked up at Frank and we both had nothing but love on our faces. We
kissed, Frank had his lips open and I felt his tongue on my lips so I
opened my mouth and Frank drew off slightly and said "Oh Steve I really
love you, we understand each other."


6.

I suddenly had the feeling of extreme excitement again and I said to Frank
"Oh gently Frank I am getting excited again" He said "I am cumming to".  He
then moved slightly as I continued to rub his dick.  Suddenly I felt it
sort of jerked and swelled in my hand as I suddenly felt Frank's jism
shotting out on to the floor of the boiler room.  Frank was so carried away
and he kissed me and mumbled how he loved me. We held each other kissing
and sort of licking each other and I had cumm in my own way again so I was
pretty spent and exhausted.

I said "I have to go Frank. Thankyou."

As I bent down to pull up my underpants, which were tightly caught around
my ankles, Frank caressed my bare bum and he slipped his long fingers
between my crack and softly stroked my behind.  Again that was a lovely
feeling and I lingered longer than was necessary whilst he stroked and
caressed all around where my balls hung and back as far as my bum hole.  It
was a beautiful feeling and I could feel myself starting to get hard
again. With a ten year old there is no stopping !!!  But now I was getting
a bit anxious and I pulled my undies and shorts up and reached for my
jacket as Frank just looked at me.

After I had put my jacket on he said "Stevo you are not angry at what took
place.  You wont tell anyone will you."  I looked at him and said "No Frank
I wont. I promise.  It was really nice I loved it."  Frank smiled and said
"Can we do it again sometime ?"  I said "Maybe..." and smiled and left the
boiler room.

I knew I wanted al of these feelings again.

Frank did not come with me and I ran down the stoney incline to the street
and ran all the way home.

In bed that night, I thought of Frank again, in fact for many nights I
thought about Frank. Even at school when we saw each other there were looks
of love and excitement passing between us.

We did meet again.