Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2009 21:28:53 -0800 From: Oral Litener Subject: Gambal's Story, Part 2 Disclaimer: The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts preteen sexual situations. If this offends you, or if there are laws in your area prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should go somewhere else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the story. If you enjoyed my story (or not), I would love to hear from you at orallite@inbox.com. ============================================================================== From Part 1: Enzio's transformation into a sex slave had begun, but it would not be completed. Two days later all three boys were arrested for molesting an 8-y/o in the neighborhood. They weren't content with just Enzio the 'slave boy' they apparntly wanted a 'stable' of slaves. The shock and embarrassment drove his parents to the edge. They sold the house and moved to another neighborhood. It wasn't long however before some neighbor, remembering the last name did some research and soon the whole neighborhood knew about Mario. Another move took them to another state. They lived happily there in anonimity for two years before the same thing happened. The next move took them to Olive Street in Summerdale, right around the corner from me. =============================================================================== Gambal's Story, Part 2 - Lust at First Sight Hi it's Gambal again and last time I kind of got sidetracked writing about my boyfriend Enzio's rude and violent introduction to gay boy sex and I never got a chance to explain how we -- me and him -- actually got to be boyfriends. I did tell you that we met on the first day of school, here's how it happened: During 3rd period History, something I ate for breakfast started working its magic on my bowels and I raised my hand to go to the bathroom. Mrs. Price scowled but said OK so I took a hall pass off the hook and headed off for the boys room on the third floor -- the one that was almost always unoccupied. As I turned the corner right near the boys room I saw that the door was just closing so I knew I wouldn't be alone. No big deal but I was kinda shy about things like using the bathroom. When I went through the door I didn't see anyone by the urinels, I turned the corner to go to the last stall where I always 'do my business' (that's what my Mom always calls it when she means taking a crap or peeing). I opened the door to my stall and started to go in when I looked up and saw it was in use -- this beautiful, olive skinned boy with big dark eyes and curly black hair was sitting on the toilet with his pants around his ankles and a very surprised look on his face. "Oh! I'm sorry!" I said, "I didn't know . . ." The boy broke into a smile. "That's OK!" he said. "No big deal huh?" "Right!" I answered back as I started to back out and close the door. "Hey!" he called out to me, "I'm Enzio" he said as he held out his hand to shake mine, "what's yours?" As I said, I'm a little shy and this was more than a bit awkward for me. I just stood there like a statue trying to remember if I'd ever learned anything about the proper things to say or do when talking to someone while they're in the middle of taking a dump. Finally I hesitantly reached in and grabbed his hand to shake it! "Hi!" I finally mumbled. Enzio held my hand firmly and started doing this soft rubbing thing with his thumb on the back of my hand. This kinda freaked me out but it felt really . . . really sexy I guess and I started to feel this thing in my cock that I feel when I'm thinking about sex things -- and how could i help but think about sex things now with a boy sitting on the toilet with his bare legs sticking out. I had up until this time read plenty about what boys and girls do together and reading about it gets my cock stiff; but now, I had absolutely no idea why my cock was getting stiff -- this was a boy, not a girl and I had never read about boy-boy things like that. Anyway, as I stood there basically holding hands with Enzio, my eyes started wandering. His face was as beautiful as any girls and those big dark eyes and that smile . . . a smile that made me want to get a lot closer. Then my eyes moved down to his bare legs; his olive colored skin was beautiful and kinda shiny and suddenly (I guess he saw me looking down) he spread his knees and i saw his cock for the first time -- it was growing like I could feel mine doing. It was a strange and, this probably sounds stupid, but at first I didn't know exactly what it was. Mine has like a ball on the end with a slit for going pee and then it has a shaft; this one, his, was all shaft and I thought maybe he wasn't really a boy -- maybe there are boys and girls and then maybe there are "others" that I didn't know about. Enzio grabbed this shaft between his legs and kinda pulled on it and then it suddenly looked like mine -- but a bit longer and thinner than mine. Now I felt myself getting really excited between my legs and this was probably obvious to Enzio who was looking straight at the bulge in my pants. "Can I see yours?" Enzio asked softly. Then without waiting for me to say yes or no he reached up, grabbed the top of my pants and pulled me closer. Then he undid my belt, unbutttoned and unziped my pants and in one swift movement, pulled my pants and underwear down. He smiled! I wasn't sure if he thought my smaller version of his cock was funny or if he was just happy to find that I had one. "Come closer!" he whispered as he put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer. Then the magic happened! Enzio gently grabbed my cock, slid his hand back and forth and few times and then brought his face very close, almost touching it with his lips. Then his tongue came out, swift as a snakes tongue and he started licking the head of my cock and my pee slit. I was in heaven and in hell and frozen like a statue all at the same time. I thought that maybe I shouldn't allow him to do what he was doing -- it was new and it was scary and . . . and damn it felt so good. Soon Enzio opened his mouth and I found myself shivering as my cock disappeared into that warm wet place. I felt his tongue going crazy all around my cock, washing every little bit of it with his tongue and I felt it hitting what must have been the back of his throat -- it had never before in my life been so hard or so sensitive. Soon I felt a brand new sensation -- the strangest, strongest feeling I had ever felt in my life, something was trying to come out of my cock and I just knew I was about to pee in this beautiful boy's hot mouth -- right down his throat. "Stop!" I whimpered. "I'm gonna pee!" Enzio apparently was ready -- even eager -- for me to pee in his mouth because he completely ignored me and started sucking as hard as he could. Soon I was driving my cock as hard as I could into his mouth, trying, I guess, to get it all the way down his throat. That's when I learned that sometimes pain is wonderful; I suddenly had the most painful, yet wonderful feeling right at the base of my cock -- I squeezed my eyes as tight as I could against the pain -- and I really don't know what happened next -- my next memory was me slumped on the floor between Enzio's legs with my face in his hands and his lips all over my face kissing me. Suddenly my life was turned upsidedown. I had just had my cock exposed to another boy, I had absolutely loved it when he touched it, licked it and sucked it and I had what was, I later learned, an orgasm -- my very first, and now this boy was drowning my face in kisses. I felt lost but I felt something else at the same time, I felt that this boy was the most important thing in my life. I did what came naturally, I started kising him back. I kissed every inch of his face and, trying what I had read about tongue kisses, I drove my tongue between his lips, past easily separated teeth, right into the same warm, wet cavern where my cock had been minutes before. Soon I felt his arms around me as he lifted me to my knees, his tongue went in my mouth and he tightened his arms around me; his embrace felt so wonderfully natural. The concept of a boy loving another boy, a concept that was so totaly foreign to me when I walked into that boy's room during 3rd period, was suddenly the center of my world and this boy, this boy Enzio, was mine. "Can you touch mine for me?" Enzio crooned into my ear. Another first -- I had never even seen another live boy infront of me naked so I obviously had never touched another boy's cock -- but at this moment, after what I experienced, in the midst of what I was feeling for this boy who brought me my first orgasm, I raced forward to meet the challange. Kneeling between his spread knees, I reached in and felt the shock of touching something so hard and at the same time so soft -- it has to be the same as when you touch your own but it feels completely different when it's someone else's. I moved the skin up and down, not because I knew what I was doing but because of some instinct that told me what to do. "Hold it a little harder!" Enzio commanded. I obeyed. He then place his hand on top of mine and showed me how fast to go. Soon he was moaning and I was again as horny as I was when it was me getting close to orgasm. I knew what I wanted to do next and I went for it! My mouth fit around Enzio's cock like it had been made for it and I heard Enzio begging me and encouraging me "Yes! Oh please yes! Suck my cock! Oh God you're wonderful!" I was so happy that I was able to return this favor to Enzio and I was actually enjoying it. That morning, having another boy's cock in my mouth or having mine in another boy's mouth was not even something I could imagine happening -- in fact, that morning the thought would have grossed me out. Funny how things work out. When Enzio started ramming his cock into my mouth it actually went part way into my throat and I started to gag but something made me get it under control and start to breath heavily through my nose. As Enzio reached his orgasm I felt a few drops of something go down my throat and I heard Enzio say something in a foreign language -- something like 'deeo see" (I later learned he was saying "Oh God! Yes!" in Italian). When it was over, Enzio sort of slumped down on the toilet seat and I gently removed his now soft cock from my mouth. It looked so beautiful I just had to kiss it and nuzzle it against my cheek. Enzio started laughing. I looked up at him confused and hurt -- thinking I had done something stupid. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked. "Wrong!" he almost shouted, "Oh amore mio you did everything right you have made me so very happy today!" "So why were you laughing?" I asked "And what was that you called me , 'amore something'? "That's why I was laughing; Amore mio means "my love" and I call you that because you are; but here I sit making beautiful love to a beautiful boy and I don't even know his name! That's funny yes?" I blushed and smiled -- he called me 'his love' and now I realized that this must be what real love is like and realized that I must love him too or this wouldn't feel so special. "Enzio! I love you too! You made me feel things today that I never even imagined I could feel . . . and your beautiful . . . and . . ." "And are you going to tell me your name or do I call you 'amore mio' from now on?" he broke in. "Sorry," I blushed again. "Gambal" Enzio looked confused. "What is that what you said, 'gamble' what do you mean by "gamble"?" I was used to this so I explained, "That's my name "Gambal" its spelled G-A-M-B-A-L." "Ohhh!" I suddenly said, grabbing my ass. I had forgotton that when I asked to go to the boy's room I really DID need to go! Enzio's big eyes grew even bigger! "Is something wrong?" "I gotta take a crap fast!" I said turning toward the door. I heard the toilet flush and then, in a flash, I felt myself being pulled backwards. I landed on the toilet seat (the beautifully warm toilet seat) that Enzio had just vacated. Another first in this morning of firsts, I actually wanted to be alone and not allow anyone watch me deposit a log in the toilet or smell the stink that came with it but this was too urgent and I really couldn't wait. Amazingly, Enzio kneeled between my knees, he smiled and watched intently as my poop came out and hit the water. "This is so beautiful!" he said at last. "Beautiful?" I exclaimed. What's so beautiful about me taking a dump. "What is beautiful," he answered, "is that I am here and I am a witness to one of your most private moments. It makes me feel like I am a real and special part of your life and being a part of your life is a beautiful thing because you are a beautiful boy and you have confessed that you love me. "You do still love me do you not, or do you find me now disgusting?" he asked. "Oh Enzio," I said, "I could never find you disgusting. I feel like you do, like you are a part of my life and I want to be a part of yours from right now to . . . to forever. "Kiss me again please," I begged, "I want the taste of your tongue to stay with me for the rest of my life." Enzio then surprised me again. He stepped out of his pants and underwear and straddled my lap as I sat on the toilet. Oh the sensation of having his bare butt on my thighs and his cock pressed up against my stomach was overwealming. We wrapped each other in a hug and allowed our tongues to play in each other's mouth. The bell marking the end of third period destroyed the moment. I realized that Mrs. Price would be really mad at me for ditching the rest of her class and all my stuff was in her room so I had to go back and face her and I only had minutes to get to my 4th period math class. Enzio had jumped off me when the bell rang and was hurredly getting his underwear and pants back on -- he of course had the same problems to deal with as I did. "Enzio," I said, "PLEASE! Can you met me out in front of school after last period -- we have to talk!" "Of course Amore! I will be very anxious to meet you after school so we can make plans. I live right accross the street from the school -- you will see me in front of my house." He then quickly hugged me and kissed me on the lips and then ran out of the bathroom. "I do too" I said but it was too late for him to hear me -- the door had closed after him. I wanted to tell him that I lived accross the street from the school also. The warning buzzer for 4th period rang then and I started running. (Continued)