Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2008 19:41:49 -0800 (PST)
From: larry_c_ @ excite.com
Subject: My Own Story, chap 1

A story of how a kid got caught up in sexual involvement with his friends;
if this offends, do not read; if this is illegal in your area, stop now!
Eventually, this will lead to combinations beyond youth to youth, meaning
adult-youth as well. So, if you do continue, you do at your own risk, and
hopefully pleasure as well. As to whether this is all truth, or all
fiction, I plead the Fifth Amendment! The names are changed, if in fact any
of the characters are real, because none of them deserve to be chastised if
they were a part of any truth...for one reason: I asked for it, I wanted
it, and I loved it...if it even happened! Anyway...if it didn't happen to
me, I'm sure it has to some of you...so enjoy!

My Own Story
By a kid called Lawrie

This story is about a young boy who never felt wanted by his own Dad, and
found it difficult to be so dominated by his Mom. He was in need of love,
and felt that he was either hated or smothered until he had no choice but
to bust out away from the dysfunctional home life to a place where he could
at least feel like a real person with real needs and real caring
interaction.

As background, a baby was born in October of the year. This boy child
entered this world at a weight of 3 pounds, 2 ounces, and spent three
entire months in an incubator in order to survive. To give an idea of his
size, a man's handkerchief was used as his diaper, and the boy's torso
could be laid on the palm of a man's hand. Fortunately, the little guy was
healthy and made it to a point that he could exist and hold his own by his
fourth month.

His mother was a theater person...an entertainer who spent many a night
backstage, which of course made it so this little boy was more of a stage
prop than a home body. The entire cast 'baby-sat' between curtain calls in
order for the mother to keep doing what she enjoyed most. Yes, the little
boy had an older Sister, but she was just under 4 years old and always
stayed with the Grandmother while the show had to go on.

His Father...at least the one he thought was his own Dad, had been
stationed elsewhere in the military for some time. Since this little boy
was born so underweight and petite, it was assumed that he was a "preemie",
which could account for the fact that Dad hadn't been home quite long
enough for a full-term birth to happen normally. Somehow, though, Father
was never sure whether or not this little guy was truly his, so resentment
did enter the picture when the matters of support and relationship were
considered. Of course, the kid had nothing to do with the problem...but he
was the object of the results right from the beginning of his life...even
if it took him until his 40th birthday to find out the reason behind his
Dad's rejection of him as a Son.

For the first year or two of his life, this little guy was more like a toy
doll than a real boy. His nose didn't grow long, and he was real flesh and
blood...but even the Sister dressed him up and pushed him around in a doll
stroller (as some friends of the family told him when he was old enough to
remember what happened.) By the time he was old enough to play outside, it
was his Grandparents who looked after him and allowed him the freedom of
the back yard. At home, or on a shopping spree with Mom, he was placed in a
harness and kept on a lead, almost as if he was a puppy, to assure he
didn't get out of sight or out of control in the store.

Besides, he was a cute little tyke...blonde, cupie-doll face, a sweet
little body that made all his outfits look like catalogue ads, and a kid
that craved being loved by anyone who made him feel good and happy. The
town where the family lived was a small one, and everyone knew everybody
else. This cutie belonged to the entire community, as did most of the kids
his age. He could run out of his yard when not on a leash, and end up at a
neighbor's place...and the family there would care for him all afternoon
until Mom came home and retrieved him because of a party line phone call
that told her where he was at the moment.

Even when he started school at age five, his Aunt was one of the teachers
at his school, and with her being one of the pictures in a dictionary
defining "old maid school teacher", she made sure he was under control at
all times...especially since he was probably the smallest boy in his class,
and other boys picked on him a great deal. (Maybe this is a good place to
insert information about his name. His first name was the same as his
Dad's, and his middle name was the same as his Uncle's, so dear sweet
Mother decided to call him Lawrie as a compromise. The problem with that
was in Lawrie's class, there were five people with that name...four being
girls! Oh they may have spelled it differently, but to kids...that made no
difference!)

The one activity where this little guy showed promise and innate skill was
the music hour. The school's music specialist saw in him a seed of real
talent potential, and began to invest interest in developing this in the
boy...giving this kid one place where he could feel wanted, appreciated,
and eventually accomplished. The music person was a man, a wonderful man, a
friendly man, and a man who really cared that Lawrie achieved somehow. So,
when little Lawrie took interest in music...and in the teacher too, a bond
immediately joined the two people into a close relationship.

There was one incident, for example, that showed just how much the Music
Man cared for Lawrie. It happened during the Summer School session when
Lawrie was between second and third grades. Band practice was the last hour
of the morning, the end of the class day, and Lawrie had just passed an
audition that placed him above an eighth grader in the drum section. Of
course, the older boy was ticked, and threatened to beat the tar out'a
Lawrie after class. So when the bell rang, our little drummer boy
high-tailed it out the front of the school and started down the long
stairway toward the sidewalk below. However, he tripped on his untied
shoelace and fell down the entire staircase, rolling head over heals, and
landing on the solid cement below...drumsticks poking him near his eye, and
surely passed out cold. Another young student had seen the fall, and ran
back into Mr. Muller and in an almost panicked style announced that Lawrie
was dead out front. Mr. M ran out the door and down the stairs as fast as
he was able to do, and picked Lawrie's limp body off the pavement, and
started to run toward Lawrie's house, which was many blocks away from the
campus. He carried his little friend into the house and laid him on the
couch as he explained to Mom what had happened. Mom called the Doctor, who
at that time was still doing house calls. Meanwhile, Lawrie "came to" and
saw Mr. M. hovering over him like a protective father would do. He reached
up and hugged Mr. M., and thanked him for helping...and whispered: "Mr.M.,
I love you! I wanna be a teacher just like you someday!"...and then nodded
off once again. Mr. M. cried!

No...the Music Man was not a pervert! Nothing sexual ever developed between
them, but a real love did! Lawrie had found a Dad-type male with which to
bond...and for several years (clear through Junior High School years to be
exact) music became Lawrie's life. When the other boys made fun of him for
not being interested in football or other contact sports, even to the point
of sissy rumors floating around, Lawrie didn't care. He could conquer much
older students in his auditions for seat positions. He became somebody of
importance to be noticed...and yes, sometimes hated for his skill level as
a younger kid.

There were music contests for the band to attend, and Lawrie was featured
in drum solos in Fourth grade, even when another Seventh grade drummer was
holding second chair next to him. In order to protect this little guy from
the big angry kid, the music teacher would drive Lawrie to and from the
contest, instead of letting him ride the school bus. (Yeah... 'Teacher's
Pet' was often tossed his way, too!) On occasion, when there was no one
home at Lawrie's place after the contest, the teacher would take Lawrie to
his own home to wait until someone arrived back at the family place. This
put Lawrie in the middle of the teacher's family, as if he was a fifth
child member of the family. There were three boys and a girl in that
household, and of course, since Papa Music Teacher was so tied to Lawrie,
so were his sons.  Lawrie began learning brass instruments as he played
with these guys, and he also loved romping and swimming with these older
"brothers"( of sorts). "Slip and slide" was the top game of the day...and
so was wrestling with wet bodies between slides. Lawrie began to enjoy
physical contact with these other males. He being 9 or 10, the next boy
being 12, and then a 15 year old and a 17 year old...all having fun
together, nothing overtly sexual as far as plans went, but bodily contact
to them meant brotherhood and sharing great feelings...expressing real care
for one another. Lawrie loved this new experience, and craved it more and
more as he continued to grow up. He felt more a part of this family than he
did his own...and liked it!

Then by the age of 11 or 11 1/2, Lawrie joined the Boy Scouts because the
next oldest boy (now 13 1/2) in his pseudo-family did so. By now, the
school kids were beginning to respect Lawrie's musical abilities and
consider him more of a part of their other activities...so the Scout Troop
allowed him to join and feel like he belonged there. Because he was
accepted, he was able to achieve his badges rather rapidly, with the help
of some of the other kids who previously had rejected him, but now assisted
him, and found him to be OK to be around. By the time summer Scout camp
came around, Lawrie by now was insisting that guys use his given name
instead of his nick name to avoid the 'girlish' concept of previous years;
( and yes, to quietly but firmly rebel against Mom's tyrannical attempt to
keep him under her thumb). Now he was known as 'Cliff' instead...not Cliff
Junior, oh no! He didn't want a 'junior' attached...Dad didn't want him, so
he didn't want to identify with Dad either! Besides, his dad's middle name
was different anyway...it just made good sense!

So Camp began...a two week stay in the mountainous woods near a lake and
nice river for boating and swimming. Cliff had been swimming in the ocean
for about three years by now, and became pretty strong because of dealing
with currents, waves, and distances to boat docks, etc., even though his
petite body did not indicate power by a long shot. However, a few of the
guys in the troop knew his swimming abilities were better than most, and so
they wanted him to be on their team in the competitions at camp. Since pup
tents were the style of the camp-outs, Cliff paired off to tent with Rocky,
the next older 'brother' of the Music Teacher family that asked him to join
Scouts in the first place, and the two weeks that would change Cliff's life
got under way.

After tents were set up, and gear was stowed, it was time for camp
physicals. Each boy had to report to the camp nurse's cabin to be checked
for anything that might limit the activities in which he participated. As
soon as the Camp Nurse gave the OK to a guy, he would go to the boat dock
for a swimming test and group assignments for sports activities
ahead. Rocky and Cliff were the last two in line for the physicals, I
suppose for the reason that they were the smaller and less 'pushy' of all
the boys to be done and out. (You see, Rocky was the 'runt' of the litter
in his household too...but he was stocky and well built, not by any means
frail!)  Cliff allowed Rocky to go in first, and waited the appropriate ten
minutes patiently for his turn to arrive.

Everyone else was already at the swimming hole, but since Cliff knew he'd
pass that swim test easily, he was in no hurry to rush over
there...especially since less than half of the boys had even finished the
swim test yet. When Rick came out and motioned Cliff to go in, there was no
unnecessary anxiety caused by the wait at the cabin.

When he entered, Cliff noticed that the Camp Nurse was a guy. Actually, he
was a Senior Patrol Leader, a High School boy...well, almost a man, 17
years old to be exact...but he looked like a real hulk, almost like he
could be someone's Dad. He was acting as Camp Nurse because he had a lot of
First Aid training and a Red Cross merit badge, which made him the most
prepared Scout to cover the check-up in lieu of a real Doctor being hired
for something that wasn't a real medical requirement, but simply a safety
issue for the camp program. As Cliff and the older teen chatted, he
discovered that Saul was also a musician, and a State champion wrestler to
boot at his own High School in a neighboring town a few miles from Cliff's
home. Immediately, these two struck a friendship, and the physical was now
even less of a threat to Cliff.

As the physical proceeded, and the two chatted about music and even about
wrestling, Cliff was indifferent to the time being taken to cover the
inspection. Saul, on the other hand, became more interested in Cliff's
physique than he had been with any of the previous scouts he had cleared
for activities...

       "Now, Cliff...I need to check out the muscle tone of your arms and
chest...you mind?"

      "Course not, Saul...whatever you need is fine! OOOH... that tickles a
little! When you touch those, it makes me get goose bumps. Is that what's
supposed to happen?"

      "Of course...it shows me you're a normal pre-teen guy developing
nicely, and able to do a lot of the activities we do here at camp. Hey,
nice Abs, too, kid! You do exercises a lot?"

      "Not really...just swim in the ocean a whole bunch. It's where I can
be good at something, and don't have to out do other team mates on a muddy
field somewhere."

      "Sure does the trick...most guys close to my age aren't even as well
toned as you are. I'm impressed. Oh, the next thing I have to check
requires you to drop your skivvies...you OK with that?"

      "Like I said, Saul...you're in charge. I know you don't wanna hurt
me, so yeah...no problem!"

      "OMG...Cliff! You're...you're..."

      "Something wrong? Am I gonna not be allowed to do something?"

      "Oh no! Far from it, Little Man! It's just that with the size of your
body, and you looking so much younger than you are...I was just a little
surprised by the fact that you're a bit more developed in your crotch area
than a lot of guys in your age bracket. That's a good thing...not a
problem. I do have to check out how well it works, though...to see just how
well you're growing up. I gotta handle it a little...I hope you're OK with
that too."

      "MMMMMMMmmmmm, that feels nice! Real deep inside me, that feels good!
Even better than when I wake up in the morning and it's kind'a stiff and
all! See, it gets harder and longer when it's touched. That's normal, aint
it?"

      "Oh Yes, Cliff my boy...real normal. It's supposed to work this
way. It's supposed to react exactly like it's doing. Dang...it's gotta be 4
1/2 inches long and maybe almost three inches around...and for a kid your
size...I'd expect it to be only half the size it is. Uh...ever get any
wetness on the tip after you feel around it for a while?"

      (Giggle...)  "How'd you know I feel around with it? I never
said...did I?"

      "You said...'when it's touched", didn't you. Don't worry...all boys
feel themselves up when it gets stiff like this. Nothing wrong with it. I
do it myself."

      "Uh...Saul, you're stiff too! How come?"

      "Like I said, all males get this way, and no one ever needs to be
embarrassed for it happening. Guess it just means we're happy about
something or we like something a lot...that's all. While I am inspecting
your development, I need to do a test for hernia, and that means I have to
handle your testicles and check around the base of your penis. Relax...it
won't hurt a bit...I promise!"

      "Geees! It don't hurt...it feels kind'a good! Uh...is it supposed to
make me quiver and shake inside? Is that normal too?"

      "Perfect, little guy! Absolutely perfect. Hey, I notice you're
beginning to get a few little blonde hairs above the base of your penis,
too. That's an even better sign! You're starting to change from a boy to a
man already. So, uh...next question...you ever notice any liquid forming on
the tip when you touch it for a little while?"

      "Uh...yeah! And it don't look like I 'm leakin' pee. It's not yellow,
it's more clear and a bit sticky...it sort'a scared me the first couple a'
times, 'cause I thought maybe I was sick or sumthin'. You tellin' me that
it's supposed to happen?"

      "Cliff...buddy...exactly what I'm saying! It's all part of growing
up! I could show you the same thing happens to me if you'd like me to prove
it."

      "Really? Can I see? It'd make me feel a lot better knowin' it happens
to you too."

Saul got off his stool, where he was sitting to examine Cliff so closely,
and unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, allowed his very stiff cock to
protrude from his boxers, and showed Cliff the drops of pre-cum forming on
his knob. Cliff reached out his hand and let his finger touch the escaping
droplet...collecting it and bringing his wet finger closer to see...and
feel the substance. Sure enough, it was thicker than pee, and sticky, just
like his own juice. Cliff smiled!

      "Dang...you're right! It is just like mine. Better yet, mine is just
like yours! Wow, Saul, I'm getting' to be like you. I'm OK! Uh...uh...one
question though..."

      "What's that, Pal?"

      "You're so nuch bigger'n me! And you got a lot more hair, and your
nuts hang down so far. Will I ever get like you that way too? I sure hope
so!"

      "Hell, Cliffy my boy...you may even get bigger'n me someday. You
already have a head start better than most kids!  Oh yes, one more test I
have to do...you ever been given a prostate test?"

      "A what test? I dunno...but if you gotta...I'll let ya! I feel so
great right now! You make me feel so cool! Do whatcha gotta!"

      "OK...this will take a little preparation, and some trust on your
part. Bend yourself over the edge of the bed there...and spread your legs
apart for me. I have to use my finger to check inside your bottom to see if
your prostate is healthy. I'll use some stuff we call lubrication to go in
more easily. It won't take long, and if I'm careful, it won't hurt. It
might be a bit uncomfortable just because you aren't used to it, but relax
and let me be in charge...got it?"

      "OK...OHHHHHHHHH...that stuff is cold! (Grunt) That smarted a little!
Hey, you're feeling around in there...AHHHHH...you hit something in there!
Is that what you're looking for? Oh Shit...you're rubbing it...pressing
it...OHHHHH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGGGGGGG...I just made a mess on the bed!
I'm so sorry!"

      "Don't be a bit sorry, Cliffy...that's what was supposed to
happen. That's the test! You have a clear bill of perfect health, my boy!
You couldn't be better!"

Just as Saul ran his finger through the small puddle of Cliff's boy cum,
and brought it toward his nose to smell, and his tongue to taste...there
was a knock on the door.

      "Yes...who is it? I am still with a patient!"

      "Uh...it's Rocky, Sir...and I was wondering what was taking so
long. Cliff is due at the docks for his swim test. It's been over a half
hour since he went in there."

      "He's all finished now. He'll be out in a minute...wait right there
for him."

Saul dressed real fast, and reminded Cliff that personal exams were
private, and didn't need to be discussed among campers...but that Cliff
could tell his friend that everything was very good, and there was no limit
to his participation in all activities available. Cliff whispered...

      "Uh...Saul? You tasted that stuff...how come?"

      "It's the best way to tell how healthy you are...and you're great!
Enjoy camp, buddy...and I will certainly be glad to see you any time you
want to visit."

      "Thanks, Saul...I...uh...really liked how much attention you gave
me. It made me feel real special. I'm glad you said I could visit, 'cause I
sure wanna! Bye!"

Cliff joined Rocky outside, and they headed for the docks. Rocky noticed a
real big grin on Cliff's face, but didn't ask why. Cliff did say that all
went well, and that he could do anything that was offered in activities, so
Rocky took that as the reason...at least for the moment. But the matter
might arise again after the two guys hit the sack in their tent later that
evening.

Of course, Cliff passed his swimming test with flying colors, and became a
captain for the water sports planned for tomorrow's recreation slot. He
even received a round of applause for his remarkable swimming skills. For
sure, after being developed in the ocean currents and such, a lake gave
very little resistance to a guy's stamina!

Dinner was pretty tasty, and the welcome program was interesting, wetting
appetites for a two week time of both fun and learning. Then some free time
was given for all the guys to check out the entire campgrounds before a
campfire to close the first day off in a pleasant way. Then....taps!

Rocky and Cliff used the facilities and headed for their tent. Rocky was
used to camping and stripped to just his briefs before crawling into his
sleeping bag. Besides it was a pretty warm summer night, so it was more
comfortable to be close to naked. He made sure his sleeping bag only came
up to his waist, so he could sleep cooler. I told you he was small, but
stocky. Well, he was actually very solidly built. He had a bit of a barrel
chest, and his pecs were firm and almost sculptured. And since he had his
hands behind his head as he lay there waiting for Cliff to get settled, the
hair in his arm pits was pretty noticeable.

      "C'mon, Cliff...get undressed, will ya! We need to get some
shut-eye!"

      "Uh...yeah, Rocky! I'm about ready! Wow, Dude...I never noticed just
how built you are. I mean...we done a lot of "slip n'slide" and stuff
together, but I guess I just didn't pay attention till now!"

      "Thanks. Guess I had to bulk up a little to make it through all the
shit my older brothers tried to give me as I was growin' up. So, stop
starin' and strip! It's camp! No one's gonna expect PJ's and modesty around
here! Get in the sack!"

Cliff didn't realize that he was staring, so he snapped out of his
mini-daze and took off all but his briefs, and copied Rocky's use of the
sleeping bag. He hadn't noticed, however, that he was sporting wood as he
dropped to the ground...but Rocky did.  As the two of them lay side by
side, Rocky brought up the physical...that it took so much longer than what
all the other guys had gone through...

      "Uh, Cliff?  Was there anything wrong that the Doc had to take so
long checkin' you out?"

      "Oh no, Rocky! In fact, he said everything was goin' perfect! He said
I was starting to change from a boy to a man already! I think that's cool!
Maybe some time soon, I'll even look as cool as you do!"

      "You really think I look cool? I think you look pretty good too...for
your size and all. And yeah...I noticed you're growin' up lately! You're
filling in those briefs a lot more than I remember seein' you in your
bathing suit at home."

      "Uh...uh...you mean...'cause I get stiff and all, now?"

      "Yeah...exactly! Uh...you ever jerk off, or are you that grown up
yet?"

      "Jerk off ? ... If you mean do I feel it a little, and get some neat
feelings inside...yeah. Doesn't most guys?"

      "Yep...but more than just feeling it...I mean working it a whole lot
until you cum, and your body really feels great!"

      "I guess I never went that far. You done it?"

      "Heck yeah! Almost every day, and sometimes more than once a day. In
fact, just talking about it, I want to do it right now. Would it bother you
if I did?"

      "Nope. ...uh...can I watch, so I can learn how to do it too?"

      "If you want to...I learned from my older brothers! We do it together
all the time. There's nothing bad about doing it. (Pulling the sleeping bag
all the way open), Go ahead and copy what I do...it'll be fun, and this way
I get to show you what my brothers showed me...as if you really are my
little brother, Cliffy!"

      (Gasp!)... "Dang, Rocky... you're pretty big there too...and I like
all that hair around it. It's ...it's ... beautiful! Is it OK that I think
it's beautiful?"

      "Little Brother...you can think whatever you want. I'm pleased you're
interested. Now, open your bag and let me see just how cool yours looks!
Hey, Dude...not bad at all! Bigger than I thought you'd be! Very nice!"

      "Yeah...that's what the Doc said when he gave me the hernia test. He
was surprised I was growin' so soon, too! And guess what...he noticed
something else...that I hadn't seen yet...I'm getting a few little hairs
down there too. Isn't that cool!"

      "Very! In fact, that probably means you can get as much pleasure out
of what I'll teach you as I can. Now hold yours like this....that's
it...and slowly work it like this...perfect...the full length, man...yeah!
Good!  Maybe a little tighter grip...and a little faster...there ya' go!
Like it?"

      "Oh shit...yeah! Oh Geees...I never felt this way before!"

      "Want to have it feel even better, Pal?"

      "How can it feel any better than this, Rocky?"

      "Let go of it...(Rocky grabbing Cliff's and starting to work it for
him), How's it feel now?  A lot better, huh! Do mine for me, too...it'll
add even more to the good feelings...trust me! My brothers all take turns
helping each other this way. We know what's good. If you like it a
lot...maybe next time you're over, we'll let you join all of us. After all,
you're like family anyway!"

      "Oh God...this is so fantastic...do you think they'd let me join in?
For real?"

      "As long as you kept your mouth shut and didn't tell nobody at school
or anywhere else...it has to remain a family thing...OK?"

      "Rocky...cross my heart...OHHHH SHIIIIITTTTTTTT..I'm feelin'
soooooo...  SOOOOOOOOOO... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

      "Great job, Bro...now make me do the same thing...I'm close anyway!
Watching you makes me a whole lot closer...OHHHHH
YEAHHHHHH...Almost...UHHHHHH...OHHHHHHH
FUUUUUUUUck...YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES...AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh."

The two boys lay side by side trying to get their breath back...staring at
the top of the tent in total silence except for the gasping for air. For
several moments, the only movement was that of tensed muscles trying to
relax again as they come back down from the ecstasy of their combined
orgasms. Finally...

      "Rocky?...you OK?"  "You bet, Cliffy! You?"

      "I don't think I've ever felt better in my life! Dang I hope we do
more of this!"

      "Trust me, Little Bro ... we've only just begun! I can teach you
lots! That is, if you want me to!"

      "I'd love it! In fact, Rocky...I know it sound funny, but I think I
love you! I mean, like a real brother. (Giggle*) Uh...you sure made a big
mess on your tummy! You got a lot more stuff out'a you than I did. And
yours is all white. Mine is clear!"

      "That's OK, kiddo! It'll be white soon enough! And there will be a
lot more of it too, and not too much longer from now! You ever taste
yours?"

      "UH...Nope! Do You?"  "Heck yeah...mine and my brothers' too!"

Rocky drags his finger through Cliff's small amount of juice and tastes it,
comments on how sweet it is, and then gets another finger full, placing it
to Cliff's lips, nodding an OK for Cliff to taste it himself. Then he
gathers a bit of his own thicker cum and places that on Cliff's tongue as
well. Surprisingly, Cliff likes what he is tasting! He reaches over and
takes some more off Rocky's stomach and licks his hand clean again. With a
huge smile on his face, he turns toward Rocky and lets his arm lay across
Rocky's chest...

      "Mind if I sleep this way? I love the way your chest feels!"

      "Let's zip the two bags together, so we can both enjoy each other all
night, Little Brother! This is going to be a great Summer Camp!"

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End of Chapter One