Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2000 12:51:08 -0800 (PST)
From: hottoppop@yahoo.com
Subject: Night Before Christmas

This is a 99 and 44/100 % true story.  It is about sex
between two males and all the standard warnings apply.
It is my first attempt at writing so be kind, but
constructive  in any comments you care to make.
hottoppop@yahoo.com

Jack had moved into the neighborhood when he was 14
and I was 12.  He joined the neighborhood sex group
and we had mutual jerk-off sessions. My involvement in
these activities began before memory.  At age 5, I can
remember trying to mount Fran, the girl across the
street.  It was behind the living room couch. The
"founders" were by then, in their teens and the group
consisted of boys and girls from age 4 to age 16.
Activities happened on the beach, in garages, behind
the boat house and in cellars.  There were a few which
are worth retelling.

One night shortly after Jack got his license at 16, we
were out riding. I was there because my sister was not
available; he really liked her. We stopped in front of
our home and were just chatting when he said out of
the clear night sky, "Do you want a blow job?"  "Yes!"
I answered. There was no more conversation; we went to
a remote parking area on the beach and he did it.  ,
Once parked, he reached over and drew me to him.  He
began to suck slowly on my lips and then over to my
ears.  His hot tongue attempted to penetrate, to get
between my lips.  No way!  I was not going to kiss
some guy back or let him tongue me.  Jack gave up; it
was late and he wanted to get to the main event.  His
hands found my belt and zipper and very quickly he had
my pants and underwear down around my knees.  I was
shaking with nervous excitement and fear of being
discovered.  He reached behind me and lifted my bum
cheeks up and swallowed my cock to the base.  I
screamed with the sheer sensation of delight that
flooded my body. He backed off and then did it again.
His tongue began then slowly to circle my mushroom cock
head.  I am uncut and my foreskin, even then, was
loose and generous.  He pulled it between his lips and
slid them sideways, his tongue just caressing the tip of
it. I do not know where he learned this special magic
but that's what it was.  He then sucked each of my
balls, ran his lips back up to the head and swallowed
me again.  I could not stop.  I filled his mouth and
throat with cum.  It spilled out onto his chin and I
rubbed my cock all over his face and back into his
mouth.  He pulled me into him again.   I held his head
tightly; I could not stand for him to move.  It was
only moments however, before he began once more.  This
time it took longer and I paid closer attention to
what he was doing.  I wanted this to happen again and
again.  I was most grateful.  It was fantastic! I had
had one prior experience with oral sex.  Rob, 4 years
older, had introduced me to it behind the boat house a
year before.  He being 5 years older, bigger, taller,
stronger, there was a strong appeal for me to be with
him. I had learned by then to get mine first.  Some of
the bigger guys would get you to bring them off by
hand and then refuse to give anything back.  Not nice!
I liked being sucked; but did not enjoy doing it to
him and so had had only this one time lesson.  I had
choked, sputtered, gaged, and refused to let him deep
throat me.  He was still happy though.

Back to my story. A few weeks after the beach trip, we
were at Jack's house alone on the night before
Christmas.  I was to help him assemble toys for his
brother and sister.  His Mum and Dad, a Col. in the
Army, were out on the town. We started fooling around
and I climbed on top of him.  We ground our cocks
together, a dry run, and then I moved up onto his
chest. I pulled down my fly and started slapping his
face with my cock.  He liked that and I enjoyed doing
it to him.  He tried to catch it with his lips.  I
rubbed it in his eye sockets, against his ears, into
his nostrils, under his chin. I then undressed him and
began again.  My boy cock found its way once again to
his mouth, his ears, and then down to his nipples and
across into his arm pits, between his legs, and then
between the soles of his feet which I held
together(that made him laugh) and then back to his
mouth.   He sucked me for several minutes and then I
lifted off of him and told him, "Turn over!".

I had had one experience with being fucked two years
before.  Vince, the oldest guy in the group, had
invited me up to his bedroom to see some magazines. We
had been together on a number of group occasions but
never alone.  Vince played hockey.  He was a great
looking boy, no more a man.  He convinced me that if I
let him fuck me, that it would make my small, six inch
boy cock grow bigger.  Grateful for his attention, I
let myself believe him.  He had me bend over his desk
and rest on a pillow. He caressed my ass, played with
my boy cock and then used hand cream to coat my ass
and his 7" cock.  I had no idea about how it would
feel; he told me it would be "good".  It hurt like
hell.  Having been subjected to pain at home, I
refused to cry out.  Several times I asked him to
stop.  "Stand the pain, stand the pain" he chanted
into my ear.  I tried.  I finally gave in and begged
him to stop.  By then it was too late.  The head of
his cock had taken over, and as we all know, it has no
conscience.  My ass stretched to fit him, but it did
not feel right.  It never felt good. I never
experienced that sensation of wanting him to do it
harder or do it more.  It was not like in the stories
we all read.  He continued to pound into me.  I leaked
boy juice all over his pillow which was under me. He
would have to sleep on it that night and remember how
it got there.  Finally he was finished.  I cannot
remember how long it took.  I would not let him see me
cry.  I wanted to get out of there, but would not and
could not run.  I did not even want to fuck him.  I
knew then that someday, I would get even for his lies
and for the pain.  And, I did; but that is another
story.

Jack hesitated that Christmas Eve. He was a virgin.  I
grabbed his cock, twisted and pulled him into the dog
position and then I entered him.  With only his mouth
juice and mine for lubrication, it took a few tries
but being young and stubborn, I finally was in.  It
felt better than anything I had ever experienced!!!! I
pulled all the way out and then entered him again,
over and over and over.  I worked my way all the way
down so that my balls were rubbing against his.  I
fucked him three times I think.  There is no better
sensation than that moment of first entry, the passage
into paradise. I can, if I close my eyes, still
remember the feelings of that special night.  This
scene we often repeated.  I would stroke him but never
sucked him or let him near my ass.  We had a strange
friendship after that.  He mostly ignored me in
public. He was popular; I was small, and not athletic
- except in bed!  But, he came around when he needed
me.

As the years went by, he would visit my parents
when I went away to school.  He loved my mother; she
was good to him.  His own was not.  We stopped
"seeing" each other and Jack joined the Army, served 2
years, came home and then married my sister's college
room mate.  They spent 2 years after that in Spain.
He came home again just before my wedding; he was an
usher.  We did not have sex again until three months
later.

Jack left Maria about 15 years ago, he became openly
gay, and moved to Delaware.  He continued to visit
anytime he was in New England.  He died of AIDS about
four years ago and I scattered his ashes over the
hills behind our town and on the shore and waters of
the bay where we had played as children.  I went to
those hills this morning - and that is yet another
story....