They'll be no apologies for this is shameless example of wank-media. I will say only that it is a fictional account. I am not a fan of the old fashion disclaimers, so I will preface this story as a teaser instead of a warning.


At the age when girls start thinking about marrying or trying to attract this guy or that, guys are already doing it. At the very least, they are doing it alone, every single day or occasionally with their JO buddies. You can't assign a sexual identity to this because it is a transitory period that has little to do with later life. From my experience, it was the straightest guys that were the most homosexually aggressive. In other words, they made the first rude moves. They didn't care, it was just about getting off. Once they got a girlfriend, they shed their personal cocksucker and moved on without looking back.. A fate that Jimi, in this story will eventually face...



Pandora's Box

by Lark copywright 2009



My Mother said, "Don't you think that Ricky is a little too old for you? He quit school you know. He should join the Army or something and he oughta cut that filthy hair of his. By the way, those tattoos are dreadful."

I knew what she was talking about, but I just shrugged my shoulders. I said, "Why is he too old?"

I turned away and briefly thought about the first time I stuck my hand down his pants. She gave me a puzzled look and then went on to something else.

Ricky's Mother had things to say about me too.


Ricky said she asked him, "Why are you hanging around with that little brat, Jimi Littlewood? You are too old to be hanging around with that little smart ass. Ricky, what does it say about you going around with a spoiled child that is too young for you to be associating with? Since your're so stubborn and gone and dropped out school and you should be workin or something, not associating with a damn snotty twelve year old! There is an opening at the Olive Garden so get dressed and get your useless God damn ass down there."


She shook her head and said, "Ohh! I can't stand the sound of his whiny voice."

I watched Ricky imitate his Mother and laughed.

I looked at him and said, "Maybe she's right? You're useless and I'm a snotty little smart ass."

Then we both laughed then I said, "Is my voice really whiney?"


Ricky thought for a moment and then said, "Yes."



I knew Ricky's Mom wasn't home. I knew he was up there and I guessed he was probably still asleep. This morning I'm supposed to be in school but as you can see, I'm not. Instead of knocking on the front door or throwing rocks at his window, I climb up the side of the house and pulled myself up onto the roof that led to the second floor windows. I pushed the window up far enough for me to crawl in. The room was quiet. Ricky lay there like a mummy with blankets pulled up under him. The only thing that showed was the mass of dark curly hair sticking out all around the pillow. I climbed on him like he was a swimming dolphin. I hugged him with my arms and legs and buried my face in his hair. Ricky knew it was me. Still sleepy, he spread out on his belly as I lay on top of him. I hugged, squirmed and squeezed him. Through all my clothes and through all the blankets, I poked my little boner at his butt. Mine's so small that I'm sure he barely felt it.


Ricky sat up, tumbling me off to the side. He shakes out his hair and rises to his feet. His blankets fall away and I see him all naked, stiff and piss-hard. His big balls all pulled up tight at the base of his cock. Weaving and slightly dazed, he turns and stumbles off to the bathroom to pee. With all my clothes and even my shoes and socks, I climb into his cozy bed and pull all his blankets up around me. I pretend to be asleep. His bed smells good like him. When he returned, he looked at me and growls. He still had a sleepy snarl on his face. He slips back under the blankets and pulls me close. I love it when he pulls down my pants and does the doggy hump behind me.
It's too soon to stick it in so he pushes it up between my legs. I reach down and tug on it. We turn towards each other and kiss.


You know, once you find out stuff like this, how can you not do it? No wonder parents act like sex is like Pandora's box, because it is. When I first met Ricky I thought he was so cute. Actually it was more than cute that attracted me but I my understanding about sex was still a little vague and insubstantial.

He was tall, dressed in ragged jeans and a new red hoody. I barely knew him for 5 minutes when he got up close to me and said, "You want to go do something?"

I thought, "Does he mean what I think he means?"

He tugged at his dick through his pants, looked away and then back at me.

I looked into his eyes and then I said to myself, "Oh yeah, he does."


I thought I was the only one in the world that had that kind of dirty mind. It was like when I was in gym and I tried not to look at the older boys when they were naked or looked at my friend when he peed on a brick wall but they never said anything to me. He tugged me by my arm into an alcove between two buildings. Face to face, he pulled it out and showed it to me. He was looking at me for a reaction.


He said, "You like it?"

I know my face turned red. It was big and hung over his hand like a sausage. He flipped it up and down making it stand up on its own. I was stunned when he pulled down his foreskin and showed me the pretty part. I wanted to say wow, but I didn't.

He stuffed it and said, "Come on."

I had no idea what was going to happen, but like in a magic spell, I followed him home.


At the top of a flight of narrow stairs, he turned and locked the door behind us. I sat on his bed and watched while he took off his clothes. He tossed them here and there on the cluttered floor. We were alone together where no one could see us. It was here in his room where I got taught how to suck dick. Once it happened, I was so totally hooked.


That was when we first met and this is today.. Ricky pulls off my clothes so we can be naked together.

He holds me close and whispers in my ear. "Let me try to fuck you again."

The last time he got carried away and he made me cry. I stayed cuddled up with him but didn't answer.

He whispers in my ear. "I'm really sorry, I promise I will go easy."

I like him way too much to stay mad at him and even if it hurts a little, I really like making him feel good.
I decided to forget about the last time. I turn towards him and we kissed again.

He props his head up with one hand. "What if we use some petroleum-jelly to make it easier?"

I imagined his cock all big and stiff going up my butt hole. In my mind, I couldn't think of anything nastier and I wanted it.

He went on, "We could get my cock all slick and you know, you could just sit down on it. That might work."

Ricky returned from the bathroom with petroleum-jelly some other creamy stuffs. I picked petroleum-jelly because it didn't have a flowery scent. Ricky sat back and relaxed while I gave him a gooey stroke. It didn't take long for him to get raging. He was so hard that his foreskin pulled all the way down. I spread and wiggled my fingers to show him my gooey hands. He offered me his underpants to wipe them on. Facing him, half standing and half kneeling, I held his boner between my legs and guided it to my little hole. With all my weight I sat on it. My hole is tight and won't hardly open.


"You know you are much bigger than me."

Ricky looks at me and said, "Jimi, you have to want my cock up your ass. Push like you're going to go and it will open."

I did and he was right. Slowly I slid down on his cock until it began to fill me all up. My eyes opened wide and my mouth dropped open. In my mind, I imagined Ricky's big ole cock way up inside of me. The only movement I could take was a gentle back and forth motion. I looked into Ricky's face and I was surprised. He looked like he was crying.

He said to me, "Jimi, you make me so happy, we aren't hardly moving and I gonna cum."

He made me want to kiss him. When I did, I could feel all his creamy cream squirting up my butt.

He held me tight. I whispered in his ear, "You can fuck me anytime from now on.."




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