Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2011 17:25:57 +0500
From: homa <homa.andy@gmail.com>
Subject: Leo (gay/young-friends)

I got a story to share. Pitiful enough, but it will not be that long. Is is
about my best love, Leo.

Strange enough, but we met long before we linked. He was 6 that time, and I
spent my time with his unkle, 12 or 13 yo. Leo was just a sister's son,
slightly brattish and in times annoying. Though, he never was a pain in the
ass.

Something changed when he entered his eleven year of life. An ugly duckling
became a perfect cygnet. He was all weakness and strength, naivete and
smartness. He was all that in common.

How did we found each other? He told me once, that he was a bit after me in
the past, and behaved weird just to attract me. I didn't see it, like we
next to never see what other live and pretty people feel. We are selfish and
ignorant - all of us, even the best.

So, that year, he once climbed my laps (I was not that tall, I just sat
high), and pretended to read a book with me. I was not that involved with
it, I looked more at his light and yet slightly kiddish head, at his
shoulders and felt his body clasped to mine. Thoughtlessnessly, I started to
stroke his front. I didn't intend to make him... well... I didn't intend
anything, I didn't think at all in that moment. But he was arisen. He looked
at me, having his book in his hands. I waited for him to say me something
cruel. But instead he smiled and said something like "at last" (I am not so
good in English, I try my best, but cannot always render to you the beauty
of the words that were spoken or thoughts that were thought).

I stroked him some minutes and then just said, go home. He upped and just
said me, OK.

Those times we lived with my granny. Not that old those times, but still a
little decrepit and full of her problems. I could be with anybody and do
anything, she didn't try to do any tresspass. Times it is useful, isn't it?
So, we let in and I just undressed him, like it is the normallest thing in
the world. He didn't even wink, he straightened his arms and legs when it
was appropriate. He was in rose briefs, I was so impressed - not horny this
time. Just it was that innocent in comparison with his all-masculine
composition and his soccer glory. I enjoyed every gesture I made, and every
moment of that.

I was quite innocent then, though. And not that resolute. Somebody called, I
spoke on the phone, continuing to stroke his boyhood. Until I found that his
toy was throbbing, and my hand suddenly went wet. It was his first wet cum,
and we both missed it because of that fucking phone call... Not that many
things in my life seem to me that stupid and distressing.

We were a bit upset, but this is not our last story.

I am sorry that it was so short, I have much trouble speaking English, so I
cannot write too much at once :)

If you like my story and not feel offended about my bloody spelling and
speaking, just write at my e-mail, homa.andy@gmail.com


--
unintentionally yours,
acke