This is a short LOVE STORY involving scenes of consensual sexual attraction between the main characters as they discover their love for each other. It is no pure sex story - you won't find that in my writing. If this type of story offends you, is not to your liking or is prohibited by the means of national or regional laws, don't read it! The author - that's me - claims all copyrights to this story. It is not for sale and it is forbidden to copy, print or publish it on any other site without asking me for permission.
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Innocent Eternity
Moments can change your life – everybody knows that. They can be
there with you for as long as your heart willingly pumps inside your chest.
They can represent a second, a minute or an hour – an image, a scent
or a sound. They can remind you of someone special, a taste, a feeling, or
something that you did or denied. They can appear in so many different ways
and so many different intensities that one is not able to tell about the
strength or the nature of a single moment.
However, they all have one thing in common that has made them all time
memories and makes them live forever – they have touched our heart or
came across our life’s journey with a true and deep experience.
Something new, something honest, something that we wanted to hold on for as
long as possible. Something that we want to have back all the time - even
when our hair turned gray or when we fight with the last breaths of our
existence. And why? Because it has made us feel good, it has made us feel
complete. It revealed a piece of our true identity. It showed us who we are
– and that’s what we truly love.
I experienced such a moment when I was in my early 13’s. I had a
long-time friend. His name was Dennis and he was one year younger than me.
A British boy living in our neighborhood in Germany. He was smart, mid tall
and had a sporty appearance – dark brown hair and eyes. I liked him
from the very first moment that we saw. Of course, I had no idea why
– he just seemed friendly and was a good companion. You could fool
around with him and be who you are. Together we were the boys in the hood
– we did everything that free boys do: play war in the woods, playing
with model cars in the sand, role playing Miami Vice (of course the blond
boy had to be Sonny Crocket – that was me then…) and all that
stuff.
He was the boy with who I first saw a porn video – good old Theresa
Orlowski – and with who I saw the original of “The Evil Dead
I” - AT 13!!! We have done all sorts of things in our young lives,
sports, biking, watching TV or preparing bacon and eggs.
Sure, there were other remarkable things in my young life as well. Things
this memory is not primarily about, but have been part of my first and most
important physical, emotional and sexual imprint.
Dennis has been the first boy who has touched and jerked my 13-year-old
penis. He was the first boy who I experienced an orgasm with. The first boy
who was sitting on my lap pinning me down, wiggling his buttocks on my
crotch threatening me to spit into my face while I beg him to do anything
with me he wanted – ANYTHING, but spitting. The first boy who opened
the fly of my pants while I was statically lying there telling me what he
was going to do to check if it was okay. The first boy whose penis I
touched, felt and jerked.
The first boy whose young boy jiz I felt between my fingers while we were
jerking each other on the roof top of their house – yeah, on the ROOF
TOP, who’d believe this. The first one I had next to me experiencing
a climax which I only recognized because of his slippery glans. The first
one who had given me a blowjob, even if I can’t remember any second
of it or the feelings I had – I had just been to excited about it
AND, more important, I’d offered to pay him for doing it. But that
was more greed and lust for experience than desire caused by my premature
contact to porn videos. That I offered to pay him – you won’t
believe it…50 cents….50 CENTS - still produces a bit of
emptiness inside my heart looking at it from today, because it takes away a
bit of the magic around it.
But this memory is more about another special moment in my life which
happened before all of the above. One that still produces this tingling
feeling I had experienced during this time – I guess it was the
moment that I felt something like an emotional bond to another human being
for the very first time. And I don’t mean friendship….
Of course, it involves Dennis, my 12-year-old best friend and not to forget
his 6-year-old brother. He was a sweetie, but I never became friends with
him, don’t even remember his name – he was just too young and
stood in the way almost all the time. But he is part of the memory. Why?
This will be revealed later on….
Let’s start with one of the most incredible moments…..memories
of my adolescent days.
It was just an ordinary day that I decided to meet with Dennis. We met at
their house – I have no idea what day it was and if we had school or
not, but I can remember that the sun was shining and it was satisfyingly
warm outside - we only wore shirts and long jeans. As we were just boys,
there had no plans been made for what we were going to do – we just
met and saw for whatever came across our way. Even now, while I’m
telling you this story, I can’t really remember a lot of facts around
this day….around this memory. I can’t tell you why we met, what
time it was, if we had been playing anything else that day or if we met
outside and decided to go inside the house. I only know that we were
alone….and that “He-Man” from the Masters of Universe was
one of the coolest figures we had that time – whether on TV or as a
toy.
My memory starts when I said something to Dennis that made him get
angry….well, not really pissed off in that sense but in a lovely and
funny way. I don’t know what I said to him, but I was a bit cheeky.
And because he tried to jump me as a reaction to that, I ran away from one
room to the other. I guess it was the parents sleeping room on the first
floor where we had been playing or talking and he chased me towards his
room. I’m sure that it was his’ room we landed in without any
specific intention. It has just been the last room on the first floor right
in front of the stairs. Nobody else was in the house, so we had been free
to scream and yell as much as we wanted to.
Arriving in his tiny and messy room – nothing seemed to be in order
there - I jumped on the pile bedclothes and cushions that were non-verbally
asking for a jump into it. So, I did landing on my back, noticing a
slightly damp scent, watching what Dennis was going to do. He, being a boy
of action, did not hold back a second and jumped on me trying to grab me to
beat the shit out of me in a friend’s way avoiding to really to hurt
me.
He sat on top of me and looked like a gone-wild animal that was shortly
before running its claw along my guts – still with a laugh on his
face and imitating sounds. I can remember his looks – the round
cheeks, his remarkable chin…..the tiny button nose….his flat
hairstyle. In my view, he was perfect, he was a creature that only god can
create. I still can feel the butterflies in my abdomen thinking of
him…imagining his appearance. Having no mole or birthmarks in his
face – some freckles were hardly seen above his nose – it feels
like it happened yesterday. I can still hear him breathing hard from
running around and jumping me. His legs were strong and pushed against my
thighs and even though I was a a couple of inches taller AND older, he was
stronger.
This meant I had to do something about his firm grip and wiggled around,
grabbed him here and there, put my hands on his chest and pushed him away.
He didn’t give up of course, pushed back in and slipped with his hand
landing on top of me with his back.
Still being in fight mode and me not being able to free myself, I took the
last possible weapon and with my right hand grasped for his crotch through
the jeans fabric, before he could turn around and pin me down again –
a smart but also mean step. I remember that I didn’t really plan to
do it, but I was helpless in this situation. Dennis was just too fast and
too strong for me so there was nothing I could do about it, but to free
myself this way.
I don’t know what I expected to feel with my hand searching for his
“emergency exit button”, but I can tell that it felt new,
extraordinary, peculiar, unknown…but also charming, fascinating and
sublime.
Of course, he cramped for me grabbing his dick and balls while I was
slightly applying pressure to them and wiggled from one side to another,
uselessly trying to get my hand away. His screaming got louder and he
yelled like an 8-year-old. Not in pain nor in fear. It was more a loud
laughing combined with begging not to grab any firmer, but there was
something else in his voice that I didn’t understand. Anyway, now I
was the one in control, but was not prepared for what happened next.
This was the moment, where it all began. The 43 seconds, 31 minutes or one
hour – I can’t tell - which is burned into my mind so deeply
and which make this memory so lively.
Dennis was still wiggling around on top of me with his back on my chest
– back and forth, left to right. My hand still holding his genitals
firmly to make him go away. He on the other hand tried to push my arm away
and free himself so he could re-attack. But nothing seemed to work for him.
He tried hard to get back into control, but was useless to my “grip
of death”. So, Dennis gave up the fight. That was unexpected for me.
I knew that he would have won if he just had tried long enough. If he had
just tried harder. He could have done the same to me. But it was over, over
and out. No fight anymore. No longer did he try to get away. No longer did
he wiggle around on my body. No longer die he yell and scream. Instead, he
fell silent from one moment to another. He stopped moving around or trying
to push my arm away. He relaxed his body and leaned in on me with his body
against mine.
I sensed the warmth of his body. His weight on my chest that I bore with no
problem. Heard his breathing – felt his breathing. Felt closer to him
as I have ever felt to someone else. The fabric between us seemed to be
non-existent. For the first time in my life, I could feel a complete body
touch - heavenly, harmonious and satisfying. All my sensors were at 100%. I
noticed things I would never again notice that way. The smell of Dennis
hair – an indescribable scent. And even if we haven’t had any
bare skin touch during this moment, we couldn’t have been any closer.
While I noticed all this firework going on in my mind, I remembered where
my right hand was still resting – the firm grip I had before was now
loose. And without thinking about it, I softly and slowly began to move my
fingers – just a little bit to feel what I’ve had in my hands
for the last couple of minutes before I would let go. I was just curious.
And curiosity mixed with all these new feelings and the new closeness we
boys experienced at that very moment.
The sensation went on and I sensed Dennis’ dick. It was clearly
noticeable through the fabric of his jeans. The little movement of my
fingers didn’t seem to displease him in any way. He seemed to push
his body in on me even more – but I can’t tell to be honest.
All I felt was his dick at the tip of my fingers…still locked in his
pants. His body so close to me…warm…relaxed. His
breathing…so tender and calm…
What shocked and surprised me in a positive and similar way was that Dennis
did obviously enjoy the touch of my hand. He just leaned back and did
nothing, didn’t complain, didn’t encourage me to do something
else or more, didn’t say anything. All the excitement of the fight
before was gone – replaced by relaxation and this new emotional
openness between us.
Since I still don’t know how long all this took and what happened
afterwards, the memory ends here. It was filled with joy and happiness, new
feelings and the most intriguing excitement I had experienced in my 13
years of age. I guess this was the day, when I first fell in love with
another boy.
This memory still lives inside of my heart as lively as it was that day
– sometimes I feel it even stronger than these days. Dennis, with his
appearance, imprinted me for the rest of my life. During my childhood, he
was the first boy I loved and the first boy who had sex with me.
Unfortunately, the family moved away a year later – I never knew to
where. The year we had was fantastic and full of love – boyish love
though – sometimes sex, but mostly we just enjoyed to be together.
This will never be forgotten and lives inside my heart forever…
One day, when I was 20 or so, I had moved to another city with my Dad, I
walked into a local diner. Lightning literally struck me as I saw a boy in
that diner who locked exactly like the younger brother of Dennis. I was
absolutely sure that it was him – the age and his looks fit. I
didn’t know what to do, but to look out who was with this boy,
unsuccessfully. The boy left the diner alone with some takeaways and I
didn’t dare to follow him. It left me stunned. I was in the same
state of shock as I was when all of this happened. But of course, it
brought back good old memories – the best memories ever and for these
memories I’m very thankful.
Thank you, Dennis, for being part of my life! I still love you and
everywhere I see a boy that looks a bit like you, I feel our deep and
passionate bond again!
Short Story about Memories
by Benjamin J. Conner