Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2023 02:15:42 +0000
From: Flip Flop Foot Freak <flipflopfootfreak@protonmail.com>
Subject: I Love You, Dork

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I Love You, Dork

Young Friends - Teen/Teen, Oral, Anal, First Time, Young Relationship

Some of you may be familiar with my work in the past.  It has been a few
years since I've written a new story or continued the series I started
but, with COVID, major life changes and a new relationship I've been
unmotivated to sit at my keyboard and continue writing until recently. I
was going over the series I've written (Search flipflopfootfreak on
Nifty) planning on wrapping those up, but there is a nagging story that
has haunted me for years.  I think that I need to write it down so I can
move on with the others.  Other writings of mine that are also
non-fiction, but I realized that I have been avoiding writing it because
it is so personal to me and it's painful on how it ended.

You would think that after almost 4 decades you'd get over something or
someone. I have gotten over many things and people but this one has never
left my mind from the beginning to the end.  This is not just erotica;
this is also a story of a piece of my heart that I lost so many years
ago. And for the record, I'm writing this for me. If you find enjoyment,
I'm happy for you. If you didn't like it, that's fine too but this is
my story.  Also forgive some of my inter-story sidebars and commentary,
but I need to get this one out of my head.

Background:

Do you remember the first boy you fell in love with?  The first time you
see him, and you feel the rush in your brain and the instant attraction?
Do you remember where you were?  Do you remember what he was wearing and
what he was doing?  I do.

This is that story and it's completely true.  Some quotes may not be
100% verbatim, but they are close to 90% and they do convey the essence
of what was said. The activities and background are accurate though, some
things you cannot forget.

The boy I'll tell you about was one of the sweetest people I've ever
known in my over 5 decades on this planet.  He was 13 when I first met
him, soft spoken, kind, a little effeminate, and very sensitive, so much
so that an unkind word could make him cry.  A bookworm, introverted, and
very smart, he loved comic books and science fiction and very shy around
his peers and others.  I found him physically attractive even with the
dorky glasses he sometimes wore.  He was solidly built, not skinny or
chubby, he had some puppy fat still but that was eventually replaced with
young teen muscle, not from working out, just good genes.

He was in the throes of puberty when I first met him, and he had very
large feet and was somewhat clumsy in that he could trip over them at
times. He had soulful eyes and a smile that would literally make my heart
skip a beat.  Oh, if times were different. This was the summer of 1984,
so the idea of us walking in the mall holding hands was out of the
question. If there was acceptance, I would have gladly done it though.
The closest we would get was discreetly holding hands in a theater and
when it was dark, right before the movie, sometimes we would share a
quick kiss when we knew we wouldn't be spotted.  As with most young teen
relationships it started mainly with lust but then evolved into deep
love.

Sexually we became completely compatible.  Few words were needed to
convey what we wanted or how we felt when we were sexual with one
another.  It didn't matter if it was 5 or 50 minutes together, we gave
100% every time surrendering to our mutual passion and love. I did things
for him that I have done for a very few others in my long-ish life, one
of which will be described in the story later on.  I'm also sure that
some might be interested in his other "attributes" so I will say he had
a round, plump, muscular ass and an extraordinarily thick cock for his
age. His semen, voluminous, very viscous, and a cross between sweet and
salty and as he got older a little bleachy.  After our first sexual
contacts he was an enthusiastic and quick learner and frankly the best
sexual partner I had up to that time.

I am 16 at the time, just an average guy I suppose except for a furious
sex drive and above average experience that will be described later.  The
word "slut" can be used to describe me at this point in my life.
Height?  About 5'9'', weight about 145# average build, brown hair
almost to my shoulders and brown eyes, bushy brown pubes, and 6" of very
active cut cock that could shoot cum like a hose, huge amounts of semen
and at long distances.  Average in about every way, certainly nothing
special except my constant interest in sex and cumming.

That's the background, here's the story:

THE FIRST BOY I EVER TRULY LOVED

I had been sexually active for a number of years, and I consider myself
to be an early bloomer with my formative years between 12 and 14 in an
all-boys school where there was a LOT of sexual goings on after the
lights went out.  I learned how to give and receive pleasure in all
sexual aspects, by hand, mouth, even anally and my enthusiasm coupled
with a lot of practice and curiosity made me much more advanced than my
peers with boy-on-boy sex and my favorite things were sucking cock and
fucking boys in the butt.  That's a different story for another time but
after that 2-year training ground I can say I was actually pretty good or
at least I never had any complaints.

During the summer when away from the boarding school I continued my
interest in sex, finding as many willing partners as I could regardless
of gender and mostly in my peer group.  Sometimes one offs, and many
regulars.  This trend continued when I started public school in 1982.

I had turned 16 in the winter of `84 and during that summer there were a
number of boys and a couple of girls who I was playing with in the
neighborhood.  This was the mid 1980's so there was no Internet, few
gaming consoles, barely cable TV and almost zero parental supervision.
This meant that a lot of time on our own was spent doing things that many
adults would frown on. At that age my sexual urges were constant and in
overdrive and summertime was my best "season."  If I wasn't inside
masturbating most of the day, I would be on the prowl for sexual contact
of some kind.  This was the same for many of the kids so while the
parents were at work there was a lot of dark rooms, giggling, touching,
jacking, sometimes sucking and cumming.  This was not a rare occurrence;
it was almost daily.  I had established a "stable" of sorts, I had 2
boys that loved getting fucked and several regular oral and jacking
buddies ranging from 12 to 17, but that again is another story.

This day was not different than any other, I was just out walking around
seeing if any of my buddies were around to hang out with or maybe have a
little fun.  I tried to keep cool in the hot Texas sun and even with
wearing shorts, a t-shirt and tennis shoes but by noon you're already
sweaty.  Everyone was either not home or busy so I determined that I was
likely relegated to my dark air-conditioned room, alone, naked where I
would engage in pleasuring myself however Is saw fit, jacking, fingering,
whatever, for extended periods of time until I ejected a huge load.  Fun
times, but I was a little miffed that there was no one else to play.

Then I saw him.

I had seen him a few times before at a distance, I knew his name was Glen
and that the other neighbor boys called him a fag, which was rich since
most of those who did that were also having boy on boy sex with me or
someone else.  Anyway, this time I was closer to him, less than a block
away in the average suburban neighborhood I lived in.  He was walking his
bike across the street; his chain had fallen off and his image burned
into my brain. So much so I remember what he was wearing; pale blue
shorts, a white t-shirt, bamboo-rattan flip flops and a white Swatch
watch which was popular at the time.  He was around 5'4'', average
build with sturdy legs and a muscular bubble butt.  As I got closer, I
felt my heart begin to race.  His head, covered in brown naturally wavy
hair, his eyes, hazel and peaceful, caring, and sensitive, I found him to
be the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen in my life!  I had never talked
to him before but as I approached him, he looked up at me with those eyes
my cock got hard and simultaneously I literally felt my heart flutter.

I asked him if he needed help with his bike and his voice was the last
thing to slay me.  In an upper register and barely into puberty he
quietly said "yeah."  Since we were so close to my house I took him to
the garage, flipped his bike over, grabbed a couple of tools and in about
5-minutes I fixed his chain.  There were no words spoken during the short
repair job, he just watched me. I flipped his bike back over and said,
"There you go, fixed." He smiled and quietly said "thanks" and the
smile on his face and his beautiful eyes made me melt!

I said, "You're Glen, right?"  He looked a little nervous but simply
nodded. I told him my name and held out my hand, which he carefully and
gently took into his.  That physical contact was almost more than I could
handle.  I wanted to push him against the garage wall, kiss and touch him
all over.  Trying to engage him I started talking to him but really did
most of the talking between the two of us.

I did eventually get him talking a little, he said he was 13 and going to
the junior high school near where we lived, and I told him I was 16 and
in high school. I didn't have a car yet, so I was really bored that
summer with nowhere to go and nothing to do so I asked him what he was
doing this summer.  He simply said, "camping in my back yard." He
seemed happy to have someone to talk to but for some reason his eyes,
though bright, looked a little sad. I didn't think to ask what was
wrong, but I would find out later.

He looked at his watch and said he had to go because his mom would be
home soon, and he HAD to be there when she got there.  Understood, so we
walked in the alley behind my place and walked about a block to his back
fence, a wooden privacy fence that could use some repair and one that I
had walked by countless times.  I didn't even know he lived there.  He
opened the gate and there on the lawn, under a tree in a corner was a
small 2-person tent. I said he wasn't kidding that he was camping, and
he simply said "yeah."  It was kind of awkward, I had no idea how to
end the conversation, so I just said "Well, I guess you have to go.
Maybe I'll see you later?"  He turned to me and smiled, "maybe."  I
said I'd be around so if he wanted to hang out just come over to my
house and he said "ok." Then he turned and slowly walked away, I let
myself out of the yard and closed the gate.  I was still very turned on,
but I was also a little confused and even at that age I could sense
something was wrong.  Not with him necessarily but he seemed very sad
when he got to his house.  But the teen hormones kicked in, I immediately
went home and had a long jack off session thinking about him.

I saw him two or three days later walking down the alley, not on his bike
but on foot, wearing the same shorts but a different shirt and he was
also barefoot. I called out to him which startled him a little but as
soon as he realized it was me, he relaxed a bit.  We made some small
talk, and I asked him where his bike was and if he needed me to fix it
again.  He said he just felt like walking today and was coming to see if
I was around.  I asked if he wanted to go to the 7-11 for a drink or
something and he said he was broke and couldn't but hell, it was less
than $1 to get one so I said I would buy him one.  We walked to the store
got our drinks and started heading back to my house.  As we walked, I
started looking him over closely, his firm yet round butt nestled in his
shorts, his large bare feet padding in the grass because the sidewalk was
so hot.  I knew I sort of liked feet at the time and seeing him in flip
flops or barefoot sent a tingle down below.  I was not a full-on foot
fetishist yet and one of the few things I wish I had done was play with,
lick his feet and suck his toes!  He did have very nice feet and I saw
them often because he rarely wore shoes except to school and during the
winter.

As the conversation went on, he started opening up more and I found out
that his mother was divorced, he had no brothers or sisters or real
friends because he was not allowed to go anywhere or do anything.  I
found that line almost shocking!  I mean yeah, no 13-year-old should just
do what they please but when he talked about his home life, his beautiful
eyes would look so sad. He did mention he was part of a church youth
group, but he really hated it by saying "they're all real buttholes."

I didn't know him well enough to ask him too many deep questions, but he
looked as if he desperately needed a hug.  Yeah, he made me so horny when
I'd look at him or think of him, but I didn't want to scare him off
because I really wanted to add him to my pack of boys to have fun with.
I finally got the courage to ask him about the back yard camping,

"Why camping in the back yard?  Even at night it's hot outside, seems
an air-conditioned room would be nicer?"  He simply looked down at his
feet and almost whispered,

"...mom drinks too much.  She usually brings...guys over...if you know what
I mean...she passes out drunk every night."

Oh, so a drunk and a whore I thought.  He continued,

"...if I don't do what I'm told she gets really mean...grounds me all
the time...sometimes hits me...".

He looked up at me and had a tear running down his face.  I had a flash
of rage when he said that, I wanted to keep my cool and I was truly at a
loss for words.  I just put one arm around him and said, "Well if she
does that again, I'm calling the police!"  He sniffed and wiped his
tear away and simply said "thanks."  Now it made sense, he was getting
as far away from his cunt of a mother, and I didn't blame him!

It wasn't all tears though, the mood and conversation improved, and we
hung out at the park at the end of the street, sitting on a bench under a
tree, just getting to know each other.  He had was lazily dangled his
bare, shapely legs back and forth, the straw from his Big Gulp between
his lips and he sensually sucked on his soda.  I took a second to look
down between his legs and unlike some of my previous playmates around his
age, he had a pronounced bulge down there.  He wasn't hard, that much I
could tell, but his underwear was definitely full of boy junk.  His voice
was still a little high pitched, like a pre-teen boy but it would
occasionally crack, especially when he laughed which he found
embarrassing.  I found it adorable!

When he had to go home, I walked him to his back gate again.  I put my
hand on his shoulder and said, "I'm serious, if she hits you again tell
me."  He simply nodded, turned around and closed the gate.

I was a bit of a hot head back then.  I'll admit that I fantasized about
her passed out in the house, Glen in the back yard and me setting fire to
the house.  It still makes me angry to this day.  To be blunt, I hope
she's dead.

It had been a couple of weeks and I'd see Glen off and on, we'd always
talk, and I was starting to get a better impression of who he was, a very
sensitive, caring, and loving boy who was very lonely.  Also, it was
clear to me he was gay, he just had the "look" that I'm sure we're
all familiar with.  I never used the word, `fag' or any other
pejorative, and if he ever touched me on accident or on purpose, I never
recoiled, acting as if I was unbothered by his attention.  In return I
would sometimes put my arm around him, ruffle his hair or tickle him.
Listening to his high-pitched laugh was music to my ears.  Looking back,
it amazed me how close we became so quickly, but on the other hand, I was
being kind and paid attention to him and at that point, I frankly wanted
to get into his pants.  My usual move was to initiate sex but for some
reason I didn't. Why?  I'm still not sure.  Maybe subconsciously I
wanted him to take the lead if that was going to happen.

Being concerned for his wellbeing, I would frequently walk past his back
fence late at night, stop and listen and look between the fence board
trying to get a glimpse.  I would often see a soft glow from the tent and
often music or some other racket coming from the house accompanied by
yelling and the apparent sound of a party and other debaucheries.  Nearly
every night the bitch was getting hammered once again and probably
fucking everything with a cock in town.

Then one night, I think it was about 11PM, on my way home from the 7-11
and I walked by his house.  It was silent and dark inside, but I could
see the glow from Glen's tent.  I whispered his name.  Nothing.  Then a
little louder, again nothing.  Then one last time and the tent flap
opened, and he peered out, his dorky glasses on his face so he must have
been reading.  I know I said dorky glasses, but when he wore them, he was
still adorable.  At that point I would gently tease him calling him
"dork" and he'd call me "nerd" but it was never mean spirited, it
was sort of our pet names for each other.  Anyway, I told him it was me
and to come to the fence.  He crawled out wearing nothing but light
weight pajama shorts, he walked to the gate and quietly opened it.  He
looked at me and smiled, again, me weak at the knees!

I asked if he was doing ok. He had a confused look and said "yes,
why?"  I told him that I often walk in the alley and usually hear some
kind of noise in his house. He looked up at me, "You've been checking
on me?"  I said yes and he blushed.  Glen then asked me a question that
changed my life: "Do you want to hang out in my tent?"  I said sure,
but what about his mother.  "She's totally passed out.  Just can't
make too much noise."  I followed him quietly, watching his butt sway in
his loose shorts.

We got into the tent and it looked like he was very comfortable in
there.  A sleeping bag, a light hanging in the middle, a few snacks and
tons of books.  We were in there for about 10 minutes just talking, and
it started getting very hot so I took my shoes, sox, and t-shirt off.  I
was wearing jeans like an idiot so even though the loss of clothes helped
a little we were still both sweating. The thing is that it was so cramped
in there that when I was getting partially undressed it was impossible to
NOT touch him.  Anyway, he was sitting cross legged and when I got my
shirt off, I was on my knees and even in the low light I could tell he
was looking at me, my face, my chest, and the now more pronounced bulge
in my 501's.

"What?"  I asked.  He didn't say a word, but we looked into each
other's eyes and no more words were needed, our connection sparked right
then and there.

He slowly reached out with his fingers and gently touched my chest but
then immediately recoiled back, almost afraid of what he had done, and he
had a very worried look on his face. I didn't react in any way, I just
looked at his face, chest and down to his crotch where I could see a very
hard dick straining against the thin material he was wearing.  I took his
hand and put it back on my chest and then I touched his. We were just
gently touching each other's chest, making small, soft circles and then
I decided I needed to act so I slowly went in and kissed him on the lips,
just a peck.

"Is that ok?"

He smiled and only nodded, then reached over and turned the light off in
the tent.

Because there was a streetlight in the alley, I could see his silhouette,
but we started touching each other, chest, arms, face, exploring nearly
everything we could get to with our hands.  I then leaned in and kissed
him again; this time he opened his mouth and our tongues slowly dueled
for dominance. He then pulled away and I thought that I might have gone
too far.  Instead, he laid down on his sleeping bag next to me and I went
down beside him as we continued our make out session.  I should say that
even though I had many sexual encounters, this is the first time I was
kissing a boy deeply and enjoying every second of it!  I had to resist
the urge to rip his clothes off and ravage him right then and there!

As we continued, I ran my hand across his tummy, stopping just short of
touching his cock which I REALLY wanted to do at that moment. I could say
that we 69'd to a gushing climax, that's not what happened, but he did
pull me on top of him, and I laid on him, bare chest to bare chest and we
were making out like crazy!  I could feel him.  His very hard cock,
poking into mine and I started instinctually grinding our cocks together
and humping. I was getting overwhelmed and gasping for breath so I
stopped kissing him and I put my now very sweaty head on his sweaty
shoulder, breathing into his ear and him into mine, we were panting,
gasping for air, then he spread his legs and pulled them around my back
and pulled me hard against him, our humping getting more and more
forceful and a few moments later I heard him whisper a strained, high
pitched moan in my ear, "ohhh" and he thrusted up against me, pulling
me in tight, his entire body was shaking, he was cumming!  I lost it!  I
bucked hard against him and started cumming, blasting a huge load into my
jeans and my cock continued to throb even when the sperm stopped
flowing.

When our orgasms subsided, we were still breathing heavy and we were both
spent and I was still on top of him, almost unable to move.  The next
thing I can remember is the heat inside the tent, the smell of boy sweat
and cum.  Then I looked at my watch and realized that we had been at it
for almost an hour, and I actually had to get home.

I asked, "Are you ok?"  He smiled and nodded, "Totally ok."

"Want to do this again sometime?"  He leaned in and kissed me gently,
"I hope that answers your question."

We untwined ourselves and crawled out of the tent, walking towards the
gate.  I looked at him, his hair was a sweaty mess and he had a huge cum
stain on his shorts, probably his mixed with mine. I leaned down and
kissed him deeply.

"Good night.  I'll see you soon."

"I hope so." And he quietly closed the gate.

It only took me about 5 minutes to get home. I walked home barefoot with
my shoes and shirt in my hand and quietly went to my room.  I was still a
sweaty and cummy mess so I took a quick shower before going to bed.  I
lay there, my head still spinning, I finally was thinking that I might
actually be in love with him.  My mind replayed the whole scenario in
every detail, and I got hard as a rock again, I spent about 3 minutes
jacking off and even though I had cum a short time ago, I shot so hard it
almost hit me in the face!  Now sated and exhausted, I rolled over and
passed out.  The next day I awoke with my usual morning hard-on, but I
only had one thing, or I should say, one boy on my mind.  My brain
replayed the previous evening's events, and I again shot a massive load
on my sheets.

I usually didn't get out of bed until 10AM at the earliest but this
morning I was up around 8AM.  I'm not usually a morning person but I had
a smile on my face for sure!  I got dressed and almost ran out of the
house going towards Glen's house. I went to the fence and called
out...nothing.  I tried a couple of more times, still nothing.  I walked
away dejected hoping that I didn't scare him off or worse his mother
finding out and getting him into serious trouble.

I walked by his house several times that day and didn't see him but in
the late afternoon I saw him walking in the alley.  I wanted to run up,
hugging and kissing him all over but I restrained myself.

"Hey" he said.  I said "Hey" back.  "Are you still ok from last
night?"  He nodded and looked over at the opposite fence, the one across
his.  It was a fence but also had a line of large bushes between the
fence and the alley and walked between the bushes, there was just enough
room back there.  I followed, he turned around and leaned in and kissed
me deeply and then hugged me tight,

"I'm totally ok about last night.  I wanna do it again...soon...like
right now!"  I snickered.

"Wanna come to my place?"   He frowned, "I can't, I have to clean the
house."  My mind was reeling trying to think about how we could meet
again so I asked if we could meet in his tent really late that night.  He
said maybe, if his light was on all I had to do was call out to him. He
kissed me again,

"See ya hopefully tonight?"

I said, "I'll be there."

Very late that night I walked very quickly to the fence and looked in and
the tent was dark.  "Dammit" I said to myself.  Sexually frustrated and
left in a huff back to my room and jacked off again, alone.

I saw him the next morning walking in the alley again, shirtless, jeans
and his worn old flip flops.  His smooth chest and little brown nipples
and a flat tummy shined in the sun.  But, being 16 and somewhat stupid, I
was a little pissed off for being stood up and said "hi" to him with a
little bit of an attitude.  The bright smile that normally was on his
face when he saw me quicky melted away and his eyes showed that I hurt
his feelings by my reaction.  His eyes went to his feet, then I felt
absolutely AWFUL about how I talked to him.  God, I am such an asshole!
I put my hand on his shoulder,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that."  He looked up at me,
his eyes were welling up, his lower lip was quivering, and that awful
feeling I had got worse, my curt response seemed to rip out his soul.
"Don't cry.  I was being a dick.  I'm sorry, really."

He nodded, "it's ok...I'm sorry about last night, mom made me sleep
inside for some reason."

In the back of my mind, I was getting a little concerned.  Did she know
or sense that her son was having sex?  Would he and I get into trouble?
I filed that thought in the back of my head, thinking we needed to be
careful.

"Don't worry, I'm not really mad at you, I was just a little
disappointed, but it wasn't your fault."  His eyes and face went back
into happy relaxed mode, but his eyes had a different look, almost a look
of longing in retrospect.

"Are you home alone?" he asked in a quiet tone.  I said sure, why?
"Can we go to your room?  Mom won't be home until 6 tonight, she's
working a double and I got my chores done.  Please?

Can we?"  This is what I had been hoping for!  Wants to see my room, I
already knew what that meant and looking down at his shorts I knew what
he had in mind since his thick boy dick was getting chubbed up.

We turned and walked in the alley towards my house, and I heard Terry,
another boy I played with (one who loved getting fucked) call my name.
He only called me out when he needed a good fuck, but I ignored him as
Glen and I walked on.  (As an aside, Terry was very jealous of Glen.
When he found out that Glen and I were having sex he went ballistic
calling us faggots and I reminded him that HE was the one with MY dick in
HIS ass!  I never fucked Terry again, though all through high school he
tried.  Moving on...)

We got to my room, which I kept very dark and as cold as possible.  I had
some small lights, a black light, posters on the wall a queen-sized bed
and because of the years of boarding school was probably cleaner than
most teen boy rooms.  We both sat on my bed.

"What do you have on your mind?" I asked.  He answered by pulling me in
for a deep kiss that we shared for well over a minute. "Does that answer
your question?"  I giggled a yes.  Then his face got serious.

"You've done this sort of stuff before haven't you?"  I said yes and
he asked me what I had done.  Well, that's a very long story!  But I did
tell him about all my firsts, how I learned sexual things from other
boys, jacking, sucking, even anal sex.  He said, "Ohhh, not sure if I
can do it in the butt.  I already jack off...but...like...can you teach me
the other stuff though?"

What could I say? A resounding YES!  FINALLY, I get to see and suck his
dick which I've wanted to do for weeks now!  Maybe he would want to do
me too.  I had already felt it, it felt very hard and very thick, but now
I get to actually touch and taste it.

I asked him to stand up, which he did and he kicked off his flip flops.
He stared down at me with a lustful look in his eyes, his bulge was waist
high to me and I gently reached out and started rubbing and squeezing it
thought his faded blue jeans.  He closed his eyes, sighing, obviously
enjoying my touch so I wasted no more time.  I unbuttoned his jeans,
pulled down the zipper and they fell to the ground at his feet.  There
before me was a very hard 13-year-old cock clad in simple white underwear
pointing towards his tummy.  I got to the elastic waist band and pulled
them down and sure enough, about 4.5" inches of cut dick, very thick,
and an extraordinary pair of very large balls hanging slightly below.
Just above was a smattering of curly pubes and a bit on this sack too.
Free and out in the open, pulsing with his heartbeat, I wrapped my hand
around it, slowly stroking it and I moaned in approval.

"Is it big enough?" he whispered.

"It's perfect..."

I leaned in and took it into my mouth and slowly went down all the way to
his sparse pubic patch, and his body jolted reacting to a new
experience.  He was clean with a hint of boy musk which immediately hit
my brain, rewiring it making it the best smell ever.  Oh. My. God!  I
loved his scent!  Even as he went further into puberty, smelling his
underwear, clothes, even the smell of his sweaty t-shirts, socks and
shoes would make me hard instantly.  For now, his young boy smell was
driving me wild!  A hint of sweat and musk which I find difficult to
describe.  Whatever it was, it turned me on so much!

I sucked him slowly making sure that he loved every second of it, tasting
his cock and the small drop of sweet precum he started slowly dripping
out.  I started going a little faster, his breathing got heavier and even
in the cold dark room he started sweating.  When I started gently rubbing
his large nuts he started moaning quietly, started rocking his hips back
and forth matching my oral ministrations and then he stopped me.

"Getting dizzy..." he hissed.  I asked him to lay on my bed on his back
and I went back to work on him, wanting him to cum harder than he ever
had before.  Since this was his first time and he was overwhelmed with
what was happening, he lay there, arms at his side, hips bucking up into
my mouth, so I took one of his hands and placed it on the back of my head
giving him permission to push my head down on his now unbelievably hard
dick.  He took the hint, hold my head in place as he rubbed and ruffled
my hair.  I could tell he was going to cum soon, his legs were shaking
like crazy and his stifled moans were getting louder and more
urgent...then...I stopped.  His eyes shot open and he looked down in an
almost panic.

"What's wrong?  Did I do something wrong??"  I said, "No, but I
wanted to hold you off for a minute."

"Why?  I was getting ready to squirt...". He groaned.

"I know, but tell me when you're going to shoot, ok?"

He nodded and I went down on him again, sucking, giving a maximum
effort!  Wet, sloppy, my spit running down his balls making a wet spot on
the sheets, his legs and body shook, rocking the bed.  Maybe 45-seconds
had passed then a strained whisper from above,

"ohh...Ohh...OHH...gu...gunna squirt...SHOOTING!!"

I pulled away from his throbbing dick and jacked him quickly and a large
splat of very thick boy cum shot out of his cock about 6" in the air,
landing on my hand and his pubes, then another, then a last dribble.  He
continued to moan and shake as I milked every drop out of him.  When he
was done, he was breathless.

"Woah...that was amazing!  I think I shot a lot, too", I said, looking
down.  "Yeah, I did squirt more than usual." He giggled.

I laid next to him and gave him a big kiss, then started rubbing his
chest and tummy.  He whispered, "did I do ok?"

"Of course!  I guess it's better than jacking off huh?"  He laughed
and said for sure.

"It's not too small?"  I snickered,

"Uhh, no!  It's actually pretty good sized for your age and it's
thick.  He smiled with the compliment.  "How often do you jack off?"

He seemed to blush a little, "...ummm...once a day...I mean until
recently...now more...at least twice..."  More I asked?  "yeah...since
meeting you...more.  How many times do you do it every day?"

"Usually two or three in the past.  Now more...since meeting you." Yeah,
I know, cheesy line, but it was true! He blushed.

As I laid next to him, he reached over and started rubbing my cock.
Because I had just blown the boy I wanted to for weeks, my cock was hard,
and I had a very large precum spot on my shorts.  I just let him roam all
over my bulge.

"Whoa...did you squirt already?"

"No, I just make a lot of precum."

"Precum?  Oh, you mean the clear sticky stuff that comes out when you
jack off?  Before you squirt?" I said yes.  "Can I see yours now?"  I
said yes please!

Sill naked, he said cross legged near my mid-section, unbuttoned my
shorts, and I lifted my ass so he could pull them down.  I was not
wearing underwear.  As I rested back on the bed my cock was pointing
towards my stomach.


"Wow...its longer and a little thicker.  Bigger for sure."  He gently
took it into his hand and started slowly pulling on it while his other
hand gently felt my pubic hair.  "You have a lot of hair too.  That's
so cool."  He started jacking my cock and was doing a so-so job, so I
instructed him how to do better and he caught on quickly.  He stared at
it, concentrating on the job at hand (Yeah, bad pun), precum flowing down
my head and shaft and without warning he leaned in and put it in his
mouth, tasting my flesh and fluids that were running out.  After a few
seconds I jumped because of his teeth scraping and he took it out.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"It's ok, just a little tooth scrape.  Do you like it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do."  He leaned in and gave my head a quick lick.
"Hmm...interesting.   The precum stuff is kind of sweet and very
sticky.   Kind of a sweaty smell..."

"Sorry.  I guess I should have showered this morning."

"No, it's not bad...I kinda like it.  Am I doing it right?"

"You're doing ok, but put your lips over your teeth so it doesn't
scrape."

He did so and put my rampant 16-year-old cock back into his mouth and
slowly went up and down for few minutes, doing better by the minute and
he kept his teeth out of the way.  After a bit he took a break.

"Wow, my jaw hurts a little."

I caressed his face and hair, "Take your time, no rush.  Unless you
wanna stop."

"No way I'm stopping.  Does it feel good?"

"Yeah, really good.  When it's in your mouth, swirl your tongue on the
head at the same time. Also rub my balls, but do it gently, they're
really full."

"M-kay."

He did exactly as I asked.  He took my cock back into his mouth and
swirled his tongue around the sensitive head and it made me lift my ass
off the bed!  Damn, he's a fast learner!  I think he was worried, making
sure he was making me feel good and asked me for feedback off and on,
which I thought was kind of cute.  He wanted to make sure he was pleasing
me and so far he was doing a great job considering I was his first.  He
was giving a maximum effort, and what he lacked in skill was overshadowed
by enthusiasm.  He had my cock in his mouth and except for the jaw ache,
he was really into it!  As with many boys who like to try to impress an
older boy, he did try to take it as deep as he could, but he gagged.
(Later, this wouldn't be a problem, wink wink.)  I just told him to do
what he could, whatever he was comfortable with, while cheering him on,
boosting his confidence and praising him for his newly found skills.

I think he was at it for about 10 minutes, my balls were on fire and
hurting badly.  I needed to cum very soon, my moans and breathing was
giving it away.  I think Glen must have sensed it because he stopped and
looked up at me.

"Getting close to squir...I mean, cumming?"


"Mmhmm!  I need to cum really bad!  Make me cum baby...please!"

"Tell me when you're ready to shoot your cums."  < Yes, he actually
said that..."cums"

A couple of minutes later...

"I'm gonna cum Glen!  Here it cums!  FUCK!!"

He pulled his mouth away holding on to (not jacking) my dick and I shot
one of my signature huge loads, the first shot firing up in the air about
4 feet, then followed by 5 - 6 blasts, all of them raining down on my
tummy, chest and all over Glen's hand and arms.  Good thing he wasn't
looking `down the barrel!'  As I burped out the last of it, I looked up
at him and his eyes were wide!

"holy...  Dang!  That's a LOT!"

"That's pretty normal for me, maybe it's a little more.  I got
excited!"

"...I mean...wow...so much sperm...I mean...cums...dang!"

I laughed, "It's cum, not "cums" dork!"

He laughed, "Ok, nerd, CUM!  It got everywhere whatever you wanna call
it!"

We wiped off the evidence and spent the next couple of hours in bed,
naked, cuddling and just talking.  But as you would suspect with two very
horny teens, we had to do it again.  This time I introduced him to the 69
position, which we did for quite a while.  Then we straddled each
other's chests, sucking one another.  When we had to cum again, I had
him straddle my hips so he could cum on my chest and I returned the favor
by glazing his chest and hitting his neck and chin.

He giggled, "Dang!  You got it all over me!  Do you ever stop making
cum??"

"Nope, I always make more!"

He had to be home in a couple of hours but we were exhausted!  Covered in
the smell of cum and boy sex, I thought it would be a good idea to take a
quick shower together and he quickly agreed.  Still naked, as we had been
for a few hours at that point, I warmed up the shower and we stood under
the hot water, holding and soaping each other as the evidence of our
carnal pleasures went down the drain.  I loved running my hands all over
his sturdy little body and I also found out he was not a "grower" but a
"shower." A good 3.5" of flaccid and still thick cock, and a sack full
of 2 big balls just swinging in the breeze.  No wonder he filled out his
shorts well! We got out and I dried him off carefully with a towel and
then he did the same for me. As he put his pants and flip flops back on,
I put on a fresh pair of shorts, and took him to the door and he leaned
in and kissed me deeply.

"I had a great time. Can we do this again? Like, soon? Really soon??"

I kissed him back "Of course. Whenever you want to."

Since that day, Glen and I took as many opportunities as we could get
away with, in my room if possible, but sometimes behind the big bushes in
the alley.

When school started again it really cut into our alone time, but we did
the best we could. His mother insisted on perfect grades so if he came
home with even a B, he was often grounded for that and lesser offences.
Fridays and Saturdays were usually where we could spend the most time
together. Don't get me wrong, we didn't just have sex, we also just
hung out at the mall, somewhere in the neighborhood or the park.  By this
time, I had a car so when I would see him walking from school I would
pick him up and take him the few blocks to his house or taking him to the
mall when he could get away on a Saturday.  We would walk around but not
until we had some fun in a secluded part of the parking lot before going
in. Every couple of weeks, when no one was home at my place we would go
to my room and have sex of some kind, usually a lot of oral then he would
have to rush home because his shitty mother expected him promptly at X
O'clock.

Sundays though were a non-starter.  His mother took him to this
Pentecostal fire and brimstone church who spoke so much about evil and
sins of the flesh, yet she was a drunk, chain-smoking slut. Typical....

Glen's homosexuality was something he had to hide carefully, and he knew
it.  He was smart enough to understand that he was the way he was but
feared his mother more than any church service.  Just before his
14th birthday he finally said the words "I'm gay" to me.

I didn't know it yet, but we were falling in love. I got glimpses of it
in his eyes, how he would look at me, how tender and passionate we were
when we had sex and how we would lay next to each other post orgasm,
holding one another.  Few words were needed, and it was
wonderful. Speaking for myself, I was not sure what actual love felt like
in that sense.  All I can say is that when I saw him my heart would skip
a beat, I missed him when he wasn't around, and I had a warm feeling in
my soul when we were intimate.

Then there was the one night that changed our lives forever.

I hadn't seen him for a few days.  This was not unusual, his wretched
mother would take away his privileges for the smallest infraction, I
hated her for it, and I missed him terribly.  This was also one of those
weekends when I was home alone as my father worked at the hospital from
Friday morning until Sunday night. I wanted to spend time with Glen but
since he was nowhere to be found my hormones took over and ended up
spending part of the early evening with another semi-regular boy from the
neighborhood, a 15-year-old Canadian guy named Phil, we smoked a little
weed, watched MTV and sucked each other off.  But the fun was over with
the other boy so after a couple of hours, bored and a little buzzed so I
went to bed around 11PM.

At about 1AM I was awakened by a tapping on my bedroom window.  I went to
my window and to my astonishment it was Glen.  I opened the blinds and I
saw his face, red, puffy, and it was obvious he had been crying. He was
dressed in shorts and nothing else, no shirt, shoes, nothing. I opened
the window, and he crawled inside my bedroom and immediately fell into my
arms, crying like something terrible had happened. Tears were gushing
down his face as he sobbed into my shoulder and he was unable to speak.
I got him calmed down enough for him to talk and I asked what happened.

"Mom kicked me out, locked the gate and kicked over my tent!  She was
very drunk and started calling me names and it made me cry.  She called
me a little faggot and dragged me into the back yard, pushed me into the
alley and locked the gate...I had nowhere else to go!"

I could see the red marks on his arm, it looked like he had been grabbed
and scratched by those disgusting hands with long hooker nails attached
to the ends of her white trash tobacco-stained fingers.  I was so angry
my eyes welled up with tears!  How DARE that cunt, slut, whore abuse this
boy!  I was having truly violent thoughts, I wanted to march over there,
kick in the door and beat the living shit out of her, but I had to
compose myself.  I looked into his eyes again, the kind soulfulness had
been replaced with fear and despair and I was at a loss as to what to
say.

"I hope it's ok I came here" he said quietly.

"Of course, it is" I said as I held him tightly. I wanted to protect
him from his bitch mother more than ever. This was the first time I had
thoughts about him and I just running away. My life was actually pretty
good, but I was willing to let it all go so I could protect and take care
of him.

Then I heard him whisper into my shoulder, but I couldn't make it out.
"What did you say?"

"I love you, I'm in love with you..."

My heart leapt and it hit me like a ton of bricks, I WAS in love with
this boy!  All the puzzle pieces fell into place and the fog of confusion
cleared immediately. I looked him straight in the eye, "I love you too,
Glen."

Now I'll stop here.

Is it possible for two teen boys to know what being in love really is?
Some may say no, but all I felt that moment was a feeling of joy and love
that transcended a physical connection. At that moment, I didn't want to
fuck him, I wanted to hold him tight and make his pain go away.  I wanted
to put him in a safe place, away from the unkindness in the world, and
protect him with every ounce of my being.  This is the first time I felt
that way and now, decades later I'm fortunate to feel that again but
only after many failed relationships.  But I digress.

We started kissing, but this time it was different, a deeper connection
had been formed.

We had had sex many times, but they were often rushed, making sure that
no one got caught us. This time we didn't care about anyone or anything
but each other. We were alone in my bedroom and there was no one else in
the house.  I silently took off my clothes, and he pulled his shorts down
and we hugged again.  I pulled open the comforter on my bed and we
crawled inside and held one another.  He was shaking like a leaf, his
head on my shoulder, tears and snot smeared on my skin, but I didn't
care.  I would have held him just as tight if he were covered in grease
and dirt. I did my best to make him feel safe and loved with me.

In bed, naked and together, I thought of one thing I could do to prove my
love for him. I kissed my way down his chest and tummy to his throbbing
thick cock, the same one I had sucked so many times before but this time
I was motivated to take things to another level. I didn't just suck his
dick, I worshiped it, taking my time, making sure he could feel my
passion and energy as I made it my mission to make him feel like he was
being loved.  I was overwhelmed with the feeling of his cock in my mouth,
his scent, his large balls were also given pleasure, licking and gently
sucking them in my mouth one at a time.  I was in heaven!  He laid on his
back, legs spread and bent, and he rubbed my neck and gently ruffled my
hair, sometimes pushing my head deeply into his crotch as I sucked and
sniffed his body.

He usually came pretty quick if I worked him over really good, but this
time I took my time so it was probably close to 20 minutes before I
brought him to orgasm.

"Nggh...uhhh...UHHH...cumming!"

I did something that I had never done before, at least on purpose.
Instead of pulling away I kept my mouth on his cock as it expanded, the
head flared, I could feel the pulses on the underside and then bang!

1, 2, 3, then 4 squirts of thick cum hitting the roof of my mouth and
tongue, tasting the salty sweetness of the fluid he made for me with his
body, from his young teen balls.

It was his offering of love and I accepted it.

I relished it and my tastebuds exploded.

Then I swallowed it down.

Willingly, lovingly and without hesitation.

I wanted a part of him inside me and this was the best expression of
that.

I cleaned him off with my mouth and laid next to him on the bed.  His
eyes were wide open

"You swallowed it??"  I said yes.

"Why?"

"Because I love you.  I won't do that for anyone else.  I just wanted a
part of you inside me."

He smiled, "Then I'm going to show you I love you too" and he slinked
down to my cock which was quivering with anticipation.

I don't mean this to sound odd or degrading but, under my tutelage, he
was becoming a skilled cocksucker and got the impression that enjoyed
giving oral as much as I did. He went down on me and took his time too,
trying to emulate everything I did for him, and he was doing great!  He
had also gotten to the point where he could take it in all the way,
deepthroating me a few times without usually gagging. This time I was the
one who was going to blow my load quicker than usual!

"Glen!  Baby!  I'm gonna cum!"

"MMHmmff!" was the only sound he made as I blew into his waiting mouth.
I know I've already said I shoot very big loads, but I blasted a massive
one!  He choked a little but started swallowed over and over, doing his
absolute best, but some did end up on his chin as is dribbled down.  He
looked up at me, some of my cum and his spit on his chin, hair matted
with sweat, his eyes were a little teared up, even had a little snot
running down, and the biggest smile I've ever seen on his beautiful
face.  He had a look of pride and accomplishment because he gave the best
blowjob if his life and just swallowed the sperm of a boy he loved.  He
wanted to take a part of me inside him and boy did he just do it in
spades!

He crawled up next to me again and kissed me and put his head on my chest
and started gently rubbing my chest and tummy.  He laid there for a
couple of minutes, not looking at me, just my chest and asked softly,

"...did I do it good?"  I stroked his curly hair "Yes baby, you did
great."  He turned his head and smiled at me and kissed my chest.

"The real questions, did you like it?"

"Mhmm.  I like the way it tastes, but you always make so much, I think
you made more than ever before!" he giggled.  "But I swallowed it
because I love you.  I wanted to, too.  Sorry I couldn't get it all..."
I assured him that the effort was all that mattered.

I continued to swallow his cum from that day forward even though it upset
my stomach to do so.  Sadly, it still does, but I loved him and just
ignored my discomfort.  He worried that he was making me sick swallowing
his cum all the time, but I told him not to worry.  Luckily, he never
suffered that discomfort and willingly swallowed mine too.  In fact, he
really liked it a lot!  Moving on...

We laid there for a good hour cuddling, just listened to each other
breathe, whispering sweet nothings but a little later he got serious for
a minute.

"There's still one other thing I wanna try."  I asked what it was, and
he got really nervous.

"Well...I mean...you know..."  I said no, I don't know.

"Ummm...so...well I wanted to know if...maybe...like...you and I could...you
know...butt fuck maybe?  You butt fuck me...then maybe I can butt fuck
you?"

I could see the look of longing in his eyes.  If I rejected him, it would
destroy him, but that's what I REALLY wanted for a long time and hoped
it would come to this. Since day one I've wanted to fuck him but now
things are different.  I didn't want to just tear his ass up and blow a
nut in him, I wanted to make love.

"You really want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah, but if you don't want...mmppfffff". The last sound was me
planting a kiss on him

I'll put another sidebar here.  With boys who wanted to get fucked,
there was never the `are you sure' question. It was always ok, let's
get to it, but with Glen it was different. I wanted to, very badly, but
since I loved and didn't want to physically hurt him. In my young teen
mind it was not fucking him, it was making love and I wanted to make sure
that he above all enjoyed the experience.

"I'd love to, but only if you're sure.  You said you didn't think
you'd like that."

He must have had some second thoughts because his face turned from love
to concern.

"I do want to now, real bad.  But...I don't want it to hurt too
much."  I assured him that I knew how to keep it from hurting too much,
and since he knew that I had done it before that seemed to put his mind
at ease a little.

"Ok, I trust you and I love you."  I reached under my bed and pulled
out a tube of Vaseline and asked him to lay on his belly. He rested his
head comfortably on a pillow as I started preparing him for what was to
come.

His ass was very firm with a bit of a bubble. I spread his cheeks apart
and inspected his dusky opening and started massaging it with my thumbs.
(Another regret, I had not gotten into rimming yet.  In retrospect...oh
how would have I LOVED TO!) I took a small drop of the lube and slowly
started working it into his virginal hole, taking my time and asking
several times if he was ok and he came back with a whispered, "Yeah..."
I finally got my entire index finger into him, pushing it in and out and
his reaction was him just laying there, moaning quietly. He started
loosening up more and I inserted two fingers into him, slowly and gently
using as much lube as possible to make him as comfortable as I could.

I thought that it was open enough to at least try so I laid down next to
him and lubed up my cock, making sure every square inch was covered and
then asked him to try to get it in by sitting on it.  He straddled me and
guided my cock to his hole and very, VERY slowly inserted it inside.  As
with any first times there were a few failed starts be he managed to get
the head inside and I could tell he was really straining.  I asked if he
wanted to stop and got a resounding "NO!" and slowly pushed up and
down.

Then the moment came, that moment when all of the resistance finally gave
way, and he sank slowly on to my cock and I bottomed out.  His breathing
was labored, mouth open, eyes closed and through clenched teeth he let
out a stifled exhale, "Ohhhhh..." then he froze and whispered a barely
audible..."ffffuuckkk..."

He opened his eyes and looked down at me and a smile came across his
face, and I asked if he was still ok.  "Yesss...totally...more than ok. It
hurts but it feels good.  We just have to go slow."

He leaned in and kissed me and then very slowly started rocking back and
forth as I gently thrusted into him, not deeply, I was letting him
control the depth and pace but as the time went on, he seemed to enjoy it
more and more. As time went on in our love making, he put his hands on my
chest and started riding a little harder, my cock going in an out more,
his cock, which was flaccid while he was being penetrated started rising
again and when it got hard you could hear it slap my belly and dripping
with precum leaving a string from there to the end of his thick cock.
Neither of us knew at the time, but I'm sure I was rubbing against his
prostate. Our moans became louder, his exhaling on each down stroke told
me he was really enjoying this, and I knew for sure I was.  He was tight
of course but the heat he had inside felt so wonderful!

I didn't want to cum yet and I was really fighting from stopping that
from happening, so I suggested we try a different position.  I had him
roll over so I could try him from behind. I slipped in easily enough but
his `ohh's' went to `OW's' and he didn't seem to enjoy that very
much.  So, I got him on his back, and he rested his large feet on my
chest and I entered him again.  This time it was not `Ow,' it was "OH
YES!"  Added bonus of course is that I could see his beautiful face and
eyes as I steadily pumped into him.

It was his eyes I completely focused on, so much so I don't remember any
sounds. I'm sure the bed was squeaking and there were moans of approval,
but there were no words exchanged, just the sounds of two teen boys
making love. But in his eyes, I could see his soul, love, and passion, we
were becoming one, a singular being, and it was nothing like I had felt
before.  His legs were wrapped around me so tightly, I could feel his
heels digging into my back, and it hurt but I dismissed it, it didn't
matter in the moment.

I wanted it to last forever, but my body betrayed me, I could feel my
orgasm approaching and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My mind
was screaming "I'm Gonna Cum!" but the words never came out. I focused
on his eyes and me must have sensed it, all he did was nod, and with a
final thrust, I came so hard that I almost passed out.  I was seeing
stars, my cock throbbed and spat out my cum deep inside him as he clung
to me with his legs and arms, his heavy breathing in my ear I heard him
say "I love you...I love you..."

When I caught my breath I said, "I love you too...DORK."  He slapped me
on the back in fake rage, "Not as much as I love you...NERD!"

We starting laughing like crazy as I tickled him, which he claimed he
HATED but he always let me do it.  We were so spent that we passed out
falling asleep in each other's arms.

Another first, sleeping with another boy.  Not sex, but actually sleeping
next to him in the same bed but then waking the next morning with a boy
you spent most of the early morning hours making love to.  I could that
as probably one of the best nights of sleep in my entire life.  The next
morning, actually LATE morning, I awoke to Glen, laying on his side, my
arm around him, naked but warm under a comforter. I kissed his cheek,
"Good morning baby."  He roused turning his head back to me with a
smile and kissed me on the lips, "Morning to you lover."  I surveyed my
bedroom and it was quite a mess. My clothes strewn all over his only pair
of shorts thrown in the corner, the bed was totally wrecked, bedsheets
pulled off, lube stains on the mattress and it smelled of boy on boy
sex.

But, being teen boys, regardless of the sticky mess everywhere, we got
into a 69 passionately sucking each other and were both rewarded with a
nice shot of morning cum which we both swallowed.

After a quick shower together, we spent the entire day indoors and naked
most of the time, watching TV, touching, a little sucking here and there
but I suggested we hold off until bedtime. It was around 10PM when he
seemed to get a little frustrated and hornier by the moment.  "Can we go
to bed now?"

Another thing about me, I was not an anal virgin, but I was mostly a
top.  What I discovered to be true then and over 30-years later is that
every once in a while, a top wants to get fucked and speaking for myself
when I want a guy to fuck me it means most of the time I really like or
love them.  I figured that it seemed fair that I allow Glen to fuck me,
after all, I did it to him, but it was not a question of fair, I loved
him and wanted him to fuck and cum inside me.

That being said, although not a butt virgin it had been a long time,
probably close to 3-years since I let another boy inside me and Glen's
13-year old cock, well what he lacked in length he made up for in girth
and I knew that he would need to take almost as much time with me as I
did him, but I didn't care.  I wanted him inside me, badly!

"Ok babe, it's my turn,"  He looked at me quizzically

"Your turn?"  I got close to his ear and whispered,

"I want you to fuck me, Glen.  Fuck me and cum in me.  Ok?"

He had a glazed look on his face, and he just nodded.

I prepared myself for him, lubing myself up really well and had him lay
on the bed and made sure he had a nice layer of Vaseline coating him.  I
sat down on it slowly, taking him in millimeter by millimeter and he was
stretching me out pretty well. After a few moments I had him all the way
inside me as deep as he could get.  I sighed with relief when I had
bottomed out. I started riding him, his rock-hard cock assaulting my hole
and it didn't take long to get used to the thickness. We stayed like
that for a while but then he asked if I could get on my back like he did
for me, and of course I agreed.  This was his first time so although
unsure what exactly to do he sort of figured it out, my legs in the air
and he slipped back into my ass and started pushing in and out as my
calves draped over his shoulders.

In this position, I feel the most vulnerable, and I encouraged him to do
whatever felt right, fast, slow, deep or shallow, I just wanted him to
make love to me however he felt he could.  When I bottom for someone I
love, even as a 95% top, I totally sub out!  Dominate me, love me, fuck
me, slow, fast, easy, hard, I didn't care, my boy was inside me and it
felt amazing. He finally settled into a rhythm, rapid yet deep and I
could see in his eyes he was not going to last too long. His mouth was
open, his eyes were a combination of love and lust, his eyebrows started
rising and me moaned louder and louder. I grabbed my hard cock and
started stroking it fast.  His eyes were pleading with me and until then,
no words spoken until I said "Do it!  Cum in me Glen!  I love you!  Cum
hard in me!"

He squealed out a high-pitched yelp; "Ahhh!  FUCK!" and slammed his
cock inside me, froze, his body shook, and he unloaded. "OHHHhh!
OhMyGod!  HUHHnngg!!!"

I knew he came hard; he was so LOUD!  Most of the time he would whimper,
breathe heavily, sometimes his voice would crack, and he'd make the
cutest squeaking sound. This time he let himself go completely succumbing
to the love and passion.  I could feel his cock pulse and the sting of
his thick cum coating my insides and that sent me over the edge and I
blasted shot after shot of cum on my chest.  He stood there, his dick
still buried inside of me, catching his breath:

"I love you...". "I love you too baby."

We recovered lying next to each other, the same as before, sweaty and
worn out.

"Did you like it?  Did I do ok?"

Shit, did he do ok??  He's only 13 and has given me the best fuck of my
life to that point!  I said "Of course you did!"

"Ok, I mean, I just wanted to make sure you felt good too."  I assured
him that he did, I mean he made me shoot a big ass load!  My ass hurt,
his cum was burning my insides but I didn't care.  I asked him if he
liked it and came back with an answer that would be a preview of our
sexual relationship.

"I did, but I think I like it better when you're doing it to me."  It
became clear that he was a natural bottom.  As proof of our many sexual
interactions to follow, he loved nothing more than being on his back, me
inside him, his hands and strong legs wrapped around my back pulling me
in, my eyes looking into his eyes, my hands caressing his face and hair.
But there were also occasions where he got pretty wild.

The bond had been made, we were in love and agreed to be each other's
boyfriend.

Because he was kicked out of the house I managed to hide him in my room
for 4 days.  As a physician, my dad worked long and odd hours, and I was
pretty autonomous, coming and going as I pleased as long as I kept out of
trouble.  He never invaded my privacy and I don't think he suspected any
goings on. When he came to my door, Glen fled into the closet and hid
there until he was gone.  At night, behind a locked door, Glen and I
would quietly make love and sleep together. Always naked and cuddling as
we watched TV and I would serve him meals in bed and pamper him.  When my
dad left early in the morning I would wake up my love with a sensual
blowjob and orgasm then I would put myself inside him, on his back,
thrusting slowly until I filled him with my teen cum.  Then again later
during the day, then at night, sensually filling him with my love.  He
would always smile, say thank you and I love you afterwards.  It was the
most amazing few days I've ever had.  But, he got concerned about being
away so long and decided that he probably should go home again.  He went
home and was grounded for 2-weeks.  I asked if his mom hit or spanked
him, he denied it, but I was never sure.  He also refused to tell her
where he was.  He lied saying he slept in the streets for 4-days while in
fact he slept in my bed the whole time.  He said she just yelled at him
in a rage and sent him to his room.

I was very lonely and horny for those 2-weeks and I wanted to be a good
boyfriend and not cheat with another boy but when Phil came over I fell
off the wagon.  We smoked a joint and ended up in a 69 and I sucked his
dick like a teen possessed pretending it was Glen's and got so into it
Phil shot in my mouth and I guess he felt obligated so he let me cum in
his mouth too.  I realized where I was and with whom so I spat it out,
Phil did the same, but longed for Glen's thick sweet boy sperm.  When he
was finally released from home confinement, he immediately came to my
house.

It was raining, his shirt and shorts were soaked, and he was barefoot as
usual.  Luckily I had the house to myself and he asked if I was alone.  I
said yes and he jumped into my arms!   I slammed the front door and HE
dragged ME to my bedroom.  We stripped in a matter of seconds and fell
into my bed kissing like two feral boys.  He had been so deprived of a
connection and affection so long he immediately went on his back, hiked
his legs into the air,

"Please, do it to me!  Fuck me!  I missed you sooo much!"

Though we're normally very loving together this time he was almost like
an animal!  I lubed us up really well even though two weeks before I
virtually used up all I had on him because of the previous 4-day fuck
fest we had a couple of weeks ago.  Over and over I plundered his willing
ass, but this time it was different, he was demanding, pleading for me to
put myself inside him again.  I carefully slid into him while he hissed
through clinched teeth and I was about to make it slow and easy but he
immediately wrapped his powerful legs around my back and pulled me so I
couldn't help but bottom out in one stroke and he cried out in a
high-pitched yelp,

"OOHHhhh!!"  I stopped.

"Are you ok?"

He frantically nodded his eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape.  "...gimma a
minute...". I waited.

He opened his eyes, "Ok...do it...fuck me, fuck me hard!"

I started sliding in and out in earnest and I was so turned on by his
total submission to me I knew I wasn't going to last too long.  Normally
it was slow and steady, but he was almost in a daze, his eyes pleading
for more and then,

"Harder!  OhMyGod, do it harder...Please!"  I said I would but if I was
doing it too hard to tell me.  "I will...just do it...DO IT!"  I had
never seen this side of him before, it was so primal!

So, I did.  I slammed his ass as hard as I could, each time I bottomed
out, his voice cracked and he screamed out loud, "Ahh!  Ahhh!  Ohh!
Hu...Harder!  Hu...Ugh!  HARDERRRR!"

As it turned out he would get this like this on those occasions when he
was very frustrated or extremely horny.  In this case it was probably
both.

I was railing him with everything I had to give, the bed was banging
against the wall to the timing of my flesh slapping against his, he was
screaming out, not in pain but in deep love and complete lust and I was
so turned on that I might have lasted for 5-6 minutes.

"I'm gonna cum baby!"  I yelled

"Unhh!  I...Ughh...I've been waiting...AHH!!  F...for two weeks for
this!  Oh!  OH GOD!  DR...AHH!  Dreaming about...Uhh...It!  Cum in me!
CUM IN MEEE!!"

With a final slam, I unloaded, dumping my cum as deep as I could inside
of him!  "FFUCCKK YEAH!!"

He had tears running down his face as he whispered, "unhhhh...yes, yes,
yes...oh yess...ohh...ohhhhhhh.  ohmygod...ohmygod...I can feel it
spraying in me..."  His body went completely limp below me.  For a moment
I thought he had passed out but his eyes fluttered open and he gave me a
big smile.  I think he may have had an anal orgasm, he definitely had a
big pool of very sticky precum on his tummy that had been dripping out of
his cock.

"Are you ok baby?  What brought that on?"

I gently pulled out of him with a pop, he hissed, obviously his backside
was tender now.

I lay on top of him, kissing him and he finally said, "Because I love
you and I missed you, you nerd!"

"Well, I love and missed you to...dork.  And your butt is going to be
sore later."

"It already is..." he winced.  He reached down, "But, my dick still
works."  he giggled.

I smiled, "And I'm gonna suck every drop of cum right out of you!"

I don't know if he didn't jerk off for a couple of days or what, but I
was rewarded with his biggest loads he produced so far, which I swallowed
down.  He lasted for maybe 3 minutes. It was not really a long time, but
we expended about a week's worth of energy in less than 20-minutes.  He
lay next to me for a bit, and it had stopped raining.

"I have to go home.  Mom was only going to be gone for a couple of
hours, but I HAD to see you.  I'll have time later this week...If you
want to get together again."

"Ridiculous question.  I'll see you anywhere, anytime.  HAD to see me
huh?  Why?  Miss my dick, Dork?" I teased.

"Duh!" he smiled.  "I love your big NERD dick and cum in my ass...if it
was up to me, I'd want it every day at least once, maybe twice, three
times on Sundays."

He gave me a kiss and rolled over to get dressed.  His shorts were almost
dry but his t-shirt was still pretty damp so he only put his shorts on.
As he walked towards my door, I was behind him and noticed a spot on the
back of his shorts.

"Looks like you have a wet spot back there."  He asked what it was.  I
felt it, it was sticky as I pulled my fingers away.  "It's my cum."
He turned to me, kissed me deeply and simply said, "Good."  He walked
down the sidewalk, his big feet splashing in puddles, almost doing a
happy dance as he walked home.  If I had ever had any doubts before we
were in love, those went away with the wind.

Over the coming years we dated secretly.  Remember it was the 1980's and
many would not take kindly to a 16-year-old boy fucking a 13-year-old
boy, and gay sex was illegal at the time. We had to be especially careful
when I turned 18 because he was 15 and still a minor, but we still
continued to date quietly and have sex.

From the age of 14 to 15 he had a major growth spurt, shooting up to
5'10'' and the small amount of kiddy fat on him had disappeared and
was turned into solid teen muscle.  Still relatively smooth all over, the
only hair that had grown was a larger patch of pubes and a happy trail.
He had grown into his large clumsy, now size 11 feet, his ass was a
bubble of muscle and his cock....Shit!  It had gotten to nearly 7" and
even thicker!  His balls didn't grow but the loads of cum he could shoot
was simply amazing, thick, sweet, bleachy and more than double the volume
of his previous years. His voice finally changed, he sounded less like a
little boy now, but he was still soft spoken.  He was transforming from a
boy to a young man before my eyes and he kept getting more and more sexy
with every passing day.

The next year he was a freshman in my high school we would see each other
in the hallways and give a knowing nod and a smile, and sometimes we
would exchange a few words in the short time between classes.  We were
being as secretive as possible but there were so many times I wanted to
slam him against a locker and make out with him in front of everyone. We
only kissed once in the school bathroom because we randomly ran into each
other during class and there was no one else in there.  Just a quick peck
with a second of tongue.  I whispered in his ear,

"Damn Dork, I wanna suck your dick right now..."

"Not as much as I wanna suck yours Nerd."

Oh, and the sex!  It got better and better!  We both worked in
restaurants, he started at 15 ½ at Wendy's (fast food joint) and I
worked in one of the nicer joints in town.  We always tried to get
together when we got off work for a quick smooch and a blow job, usually
at the lake just outside of town.  It was a place for teens to go and
drink, smoke pot, and have sex so seeing several cars out there rocking
with steamed-up windows was commonplace.  I still remember the countless
times we were in the car, making out, our hands firmly pressed on each
other's hard cocks that were covered in dark jeans with grease and food
stains on them.  And how I would unzip his pants, pulling his sweaty
underwear down and releasing his throbbing cock and going down on it
without hesitation.  The musky smell that turned me on so much would
penetrate my senses and the throbbing of his thick cock as he shot his
thick load into my mouth, swallowing it.  Followed by another deep kiss
and him going down on me, sucking and swallowing my load.  By this time
he had little trouble gulping it all down.  Without exaggeration we
sucked each other off hundreds of times at that shitty little lake.

When I had the house to myself, we would meet there when we could and
suck, fuck, cuddle and repeat until he had to go home by 11PM.  You might
think how did you guys not get caught?  We sort of did, once.

My dad was working on a weekend call, Glen and I were in my room going at
it as usual.  When we were alone we were not quiet when we were making
love, lots of grunting, moaning, and squeaky bed springs. I thought that
I heard a noise but was, ahem, "deeply engaged" so I ignored it.  A
couple of days later I found a box of condoms on my bathroom counter with
a note saying something to the effect of "You should be using these."
There was no further discussion about it, no "don't fuck people in the
house" or whatever.  It was very clear that there were 2 boys having
sex, not a girl and a boy. When I talked to my father years later he said
he knew what was going and who I was having sex with and it never
bothered him.  For the record, Glen and I only used a condom once, just
to see what it was like.  I did end up using them but not with Glen, only
the other unimportant ones, mainly females to avoid knocking them up.

He had become physically larger, had a little tougher exterior but was
still total goo on the inside, he matured, but his sensitivity didn't
change.  He could keep from crying when people messed with him but he
often came to me, literally crying on my shoulder and I made it my job to
comfort him. His most bitter tears were due to his lousy, shitty,
uncaring, and abusive mother.  He never understood why his mother hated
him and treated him so badly, but always thanked me for being there for
him.  He loved nothing more than to be hugged and cuddled and I think
that we got just as much satisfaction with that simple thing than even
having sex.

I loved him deeply, but I was also a very bad boyfriend. To my
embarrassment and shame, I cheated on him all the time, with boys, girls,
men, women, it didn't matter, all I wanted to do is fuck and cum, end of
story. With Glen, it was always different and the others meant literally
nothing to me, they were just a hole to fuck and fill.  He knew about
this behavior, but it never seemed to really bother him too much.  I even
told him he could do the same if he wanted to but as far as I know he
never did.  Not that I flaunted my activities, but I'd answer him
honestly if he ever asked which he rarely did.  I suppose he knew the
others were just playthings, but I always came back to him and was there
if he needed me and vice versa.

My character flaw aside things were moving along well. We had even
discussed moving away together when he graduated from high school because
we were in love and both of us wanted to get him away from his vicious
mother and our podunk town.

The Dream: Graduation night, he gets his diploma, my old Honda Civic is
already packed with what we needed, he walks off stage, gets in my car
and we drive away, both of us leaving everything behind.

A wonderful dream for two young guys, very romantic, not terribly
realistic but discussions were had in earnest.  No solid plans yet but I
think it may have been going in that direction because by the summer of
his 16th year it was discussed often.

Then the boom was dropped, everything went totally off the rails.
...fuck...this is the hard part...

Now 16, Glen called me at work and said he had to see me right away.  The
tone in his voice made it obvious that something was wrong.  When I got
home, there was a knock 5-seconds later.  I opened the door, his manly
frame and body seemed disheveled and instead of his smiling face and
eyes, he burst into tears.  I took him inside and he told me that he and
his mother were moving away out of state.  I was crushed!   He only had a
couple of weeks left so we spent as much time as we could together, going
out to eat, going to movies, talking, and of course making love.

Now more outwardly defiant of his mother, she'd yell and scream at us as
we drove away to spend time together, but neither of us cared a single
bit.  After a couple of years of Glen and I being so attached, I was his
only real friend, she probably suspected that something was going on, if
nothing else I was a "bad influence" who made him defiant.  If she had
only known I took the little boy she had almost broken into a thousand
pieces, picked him up, put him back together, gave him confidence, and
was able to show him how to love, be loved, make love and hopefully how
to love himself.

I always wanted to yell back at her:

"Hey Cunt!  Your son is my best friend and we're in love!  Yep!  We're
"Fags", and yeah, we're fucking!  He fucks me and I fuck him too and
we love it!  FUCKK  YOUUU!!"

Good thing I never did it, remember the age gap.

Our final evening together was a mix of passion, deep love and the fear
of losing each other. Many words and tears were shared, along with our
fluids as we made love for the last time, first him in me and then me
inside him. When I had pushed my last drop of love into him, we started
crying, we knew this was the last time.  I tried to keep composure for my
boy, my Dork, my Glen, I wanted to be strong and comfort him, wanting his
last image of me to be a rock for him.  In retrospect it was stupid,
damn, teen aged boys are so dumb sometimes!  We got dressed, said our
tearful goodbyes and he walked out of my life forever.

When he drove away, I could no longer hold it in.  I went to my bedroom,
closed the door, fell on to the bed we had made love in for the last
time, and I sobbed, uncontrollably.  I could still smell him on my
sheets, the scent that I had grown to love, feel the dull pain in my ass
from the last drops of his love he put inside me. I was inconsolable.  I
finally fell asleep, my heart and soul completely ripped away and it's a
pain that I've never felt since.

I was so depressed, I called in sick for work, I barely ate and was
otherwise sequestered in my room for 3 days mourning my loss and it took
a lot to get me to function again. The depression didn't end there, I
was out of sorts for months, very short tempered and very lonely.  There
was even a short time where I was suicidal because the pain was so bad,
and I missed him terribly.

I tried to kill the pain with sex, but even those encounters seemed
hollow, meaningless, pointless, and mostly boring.  Even me closing my
eyes and fantasizing it was Glen didn't work.  It was just quick fun
with a shot of cum, then the depression set in again, with me lying in my
bed, looking up at the ceiling wanting nothing more than him beside me,
in OUR bed.  Yes he had my phone numbers but back then an expensive long
distance call would have put him on the spot and I didn't have an
answering machine so if he called, I missed it.

I missed him terribly and for years after, alone with my own thoughts it
still brought a tear to my eye.  The tears have mostly gone, it's been a
long time, but tears have been replaced with a sick feeling in my
stomach, the same feeling that I have as I write this.  Don't get me
wrong, my life is great, I have a very well-paying career and a partner
that loves me dearly as I love him.  But the first one...that never leaves
your heart especially if that love was ripped away from you.

What ended up happening to my precious boy?  I wish I could say.  When
the Internet really started to gain popularity, I did try searching him
out, general search engine searches, then social media, I still
occasionally "google" him, but nothing is conclusive.  I thought I
might have had a hit on Facebook a few years back, but there was no
picture. I did reach out but there was no answer. What I have always
hoped is that he found someone to treat him well and love him, just
someone who would not take advantage of his kind spirit and loving
character.  I hope he's happy wherever he is.  Of course, there's also
the possibility that he's passed on, which depending on the
circumstances would either sadden or shatter me. I try not to think in
those terms, so maybe it's best that I don't know something like
that.

Fast forward to today:

I'm back in the town where I met Glen.  I still pass his house on
occasion and have bittersweet memories.  A simple little red brick house
with a green door, a house that I was never invited into but there was a
boy who lived there so many years ago that I loved that was guarded by an
ogre of a "mother."  When I see it, my mind goes back to that time when
he and I were deeply in love.

Looking back, assisted with life experience, a minor in Psychology and
other similar observations, I've come to the following conclusion.

Glen was a very lonely and sensitive gay boy who was verbally and
physically abused and often neglected.  There was no father in the
picture and no other positive male role models.  His hateful drunk/slut
"mother" attempted to substitute a father and siblings with his
preacher and youth group crowd were "creepy and weird" according to
him.  He was collapsing into despair, damaged, and dangerously close to
being another broken gay boy with an unsupportive family and no real
friends.  But, why me?

Perhaps, because I showed an interest in him, admittedly it was sexually
motivated at first.  Maybe he was drawn to me because I didn't judge
him, reject his affectionate nature, never ridiculed him when his mother
or others made him cry, I was kind to him, and when he desired sexual
guidance from me, I didn't push him away.  Instead, I accepted and
encouraged his advances, because he wanted to please me like most younger
boys who want to please an older one (not necessarily in a sexual way)
and I served as his outlet for exploration.  I desired to make him as
happy as he made me by trying to make him comfortable with himself,
accepting him completely, and showing him the love and affection, I think
he desperately wanted, needed and definitely deserved.  In a certain
sense, maybe I was a big brother to him, his protector, confidant and
teacher and I was also his sexual mentor, boyfriend, and lover.

What did I get out of it?  A wonderful experience that has never left me
even though it ended on a sad note.  Sexually I was often the aggressor,
mostly initiating contact, but not this time.  I did pursue him making
myself available, but he was the one who initiated it that summer night
in his tent.  I'm so glad he did.  Also, what I learned about myself
during this time is that I was able to feel love, a deep love to and from
another.  Also, until Glen I never felt comfortable as a submissive type,
but my feelings and trust allowed me to surrender completely to him.  I
always did it willingly, allowing him inside of me physically and
emotionally, feeling his complete love, which, until recently, was
something that I hadn't felt since he went away.  There was no doubt
that when he would touch or snuggle with me that he loved me.  Face it,
13-year-old boy is going to rest his head on a 16-year-old boy's chest,
while naked in bed, and be so comfortable and content that he falls
asleep without a deep emotional connection.  Many hours were spent that
way and I miss it, listening to him quietly snore on my shoulder, feeling
his warmth, gently stroking and smelling his curly hair.

I didn't have any siblings either so I guess he was my little brother,
someone who was sweet and deeply curious, someone who craved attention,
affection and sexual guidance, someone I could teach and protect,
and...well yeah, I was his boyfriend and lover too.  I hope he learned
from me, I definitely learned from him during that short time.  Those 3
years, him from 13-16, and me 16-19 changed my life and I'm always
grateful to him.

Cameras were not very common back then, so I have no pictures of him or
us together.  My only mementos are pictures of him taken from the Jr high
and high school yearbooks in the local library.  Our 3-year relationship
and love reduced to iPhone image files of black and white pictures taken
from an old, dusty, and forgotten book.  I cherish those pictures to this
day.  Every time I look at them, his face, his smile and his eyes, my
heart warms. I want so much to just reach into that photo, take off his
`dorky glasses' and pull him in for a kiss like the many we shared.
Impossible of course, so all I'm left with the memories, ones that can
fade over time and age, but ones that I hope I retain until I die.

If there's a universal messaging system, I'd like to put this out
there:

Glen P.,

I hope some days you think of me,

because I'll never forget you.

I love you, Dork.

I always have and always will.

Chris N.

The End.