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Scandalous Boys by Larkin.       All rights reserved 2014

jet2larkin  at  jeemail   dot   cum    (reinterpret)

This is a short series of sexual encounters that shape this young person's life.   

Part 1 Gunter:

This was before the word gay entered the discourse.   There were only words like, queer, faggot and homo.   Being in the fifth grade we knew that these were degrading terms but that was the extent of it.  What the words really meant eluded us. ...Maybe this was a good thing?

Gunter's family had come over from Germany.  He was one of the ones whose voice got lower starting in the 6th grade and by the 7th he looked almost like a grown-up.  He lived down the block from me and we'd walk home from school together.  Gunter was friendly and overly gregarious sort of like a big friendly dog.  He used to call me his little buddy and to be honest, I hated it.  He kept forgetting until I suggested firmly, that he call me Christopher because that was my name!

Gunter was the complete opposite of me in every way.  Aside from being physically dissimilar, we had different friends and different interests.  He like sports, machines, and mathematics.  Gunter was also girl crazy. 

He would say inappropriately, "Look at those big tits!" 

I was bookish..  I was blond, small for my age and I had skipped ahead in school and I had no idea what he was talking about...

The truth was that our walk home from school was about the only association we had together.  You might easily guess that our meeting was accidental. 

Summer was approaching and he was telling how he was going out for the swim team.  I told him that I didn't know how to swim. 

Gunter had sort of a booming, German guffaw.  "Oh Christopher, I will teach you how to swim!  I will save you if you are drowning!"

It contrasted dramatically with my high strung, nervous, soprano voice.

For no reason, Gunter turned off the sidewalk and started on a kid's path into the woods. 

He hadn't gotten very far when he looked back towards me and gave his head a tilt as if to say, "Hey! What are you waiting for, come on."

The woods we were walking into had a rich history of kid crime and juvenile autonomy.  Gunter found his way to, a rained on mattress, strewn with lost underwear.  This bizarre array included a pair of girl's panties that Gunter picked up and was handling with strange reverence.  Then he sniffed them here and there.

You could say that I was out of my element.  Being truly innocent, these things had no meaning to me.  For some reason, I never thought or wondered why or how an old mattress ended up in the woods.

Gunter flopped down and stretched out.  Not thinking that It was unusual, I did the same.

He propped himself up on his elbows, then pulled down his zipper and then undid his belt.  I never really noticed the crotch of Gunter's pants before this moment but they appeared to be packed  giving the impression that he was either too big or his pants were too small.   When he opened them it exposed a mound of white underwear and then, pulling it away, he lifted out large fat uncircumcised cock that looked disturbingly like a giant earthworm.  I just stared at it having no idea what was happening.  He pushed his clothing out of the way exposing an equally impressive, large round scrotum. I could see Gunter watching me to see my reaction.  I was wide eyed.   He shook his large penis and it stiffened and stood straight up.  I was captivated by the sight of it.  He pulled down his foreskin and moistened it with a gob of spit he had taken from his mouth.  Being so large and uncircumcised made its image, scandalous.  Gunter started stroking up and down rapidly and it went on and on.  Then, without any knowledge of the event that was unfolding, I watched while Gunter arched his back and from his penis, squirt after squirt of clear fluid, splashed and dribbled all over his chest and stomach. 

I hadn't a clue why, but I was intoxicated by the forbidden nature of it all.  You could say that this event that made a lasting impression on me.  I had never jerked off before and this was absolutely my first sexual encounter of any kind. 

I sat stunned and watched with dread fascination while Gunter got up to piss.  He planted both feet on the ground and holding his German cock, it sputtered, halted and then went full on.  His weighty erection had not or would not subside.

I had no brothers or sisters to reference with.  I had no memory of a father to identify.  I had a doting mother who taught me feminine sensibilities without either one of us realizing it.  I was pleasant and good natured, I had been taught good manners, I was attentive to my studies and I knew a few knock-knock jokes but I was woefully ignorant of the ways of the world.  At school, because I was cute and friendly, I didn't get picked on but I saw when other kids got pushed around and were made to cry.  I didn't want that to happen to me so I learned how to keep a low and non-threatening profile. 

I was too young to think of myself as.. girlish, but I think it was something that certain guys noticed about me long before I had had a really good look at myself in the mirror.  I always thought that when you are that age, you could look like a boy or a girl and it didn't matter, ...or did it?

On the rest of the way home, Gunter never said a word about our strange detour.  The next day was the same.  It was like our visit to the mattress in the woods had never happened. 

On the third day, without saying a word, he turned off to the kid's path and went into the woods and I followed.  Like a mysterious and unspoken routine, we sat next to each other on the mattress.  I watched while Gunter pulled out his large cock and began to jerk-off. 

With my background, how could I not be fascinated?

Gunter looked at me and in his fading German accent, said, "Here, you do it!" 

Not sure what he meant.  I blinked.

Getting impatient, he grabbed my hand and placed around his cock about as far as it would go. "Here, you do it like this!"

Guiding my hand, he demonstrated the up and down motion that he wanted. "Like this!"

When I did, his sloppy foreskin furled and unfurled with each stroke displaying a shiny, red, cock head. 

It was seeping fluid.

"Whatever you do, don't stop until I say so!"

Because of the autocratic tone of his voice, I considered this instruction a vital command. 

In the process of recalling this episode, I wondered what was going on in Gunter's mind. He didn't really look at me, he sort of looked off into space.  Perhaps he was imagining girl pussy and tits.  I would have no way of knowing except from the times when he told crude jokes at school.

Holding his hard cock and doing his bidding was for me, an enthralling experience.  It made me feel warm all over just to do it.  His cock was both soft and stiff.  It seemed to beat like an animal skin drum.  His effort held me completely under his influence.

The juice came and even though it was all over my hand, I didn't let go and I continued and continued until Gunter pulled it away.

Afterwards, he was breathing hard and then it gave way to a silent calm.

 The pause was not long. "Hey Christopher, don't you jerk-off?"

He was scooping up gooey juice off of his belly 

I shook my head, no.

"Oh, you have to do it because it's, it's so wonderful. You do just like I do."

It hadn't occurred to me. "Aren't I too young to do it?"

Gunter laughed, "No, of course not.  I started when I was 8.  I was always getting into trouble for doing it.  Christopher, it doesn't take very long but you must teach your cock to do it.  Someday you will come and thank me for telling you this."

My mother came into my room. "Here are your clean pajamas."

She tossed them on the bed. "See you in the morning, lamby-pie"

I hate it when she calls me that!

No sooner had I put them on, climbed into bed, got under the cover, did I commit a revolutionary act.  At least for me it was.   I pulled my pajama pants down and then my underpants. Somehow I realized that these were articles of repression. It may seem trivial but I was liberating my penis and in the process, my person.

I tugged at the end of my foreskin, fiddled with it until my self-induced erection quickly rose up.  Previous to this, I thought an erection was a spontaneous occurrence like a sneeze or a burp.  I now knew that I could get one anytime I wanted.  One of the first things I noticed was that in a dark room, a small but intense virgin boner turns up the volume on visual imagery.  Even more was the forbidden nature of that imagery.  Everything that was dirty and nasty came into central and sharp focus.  I saw naked people and cocks and people I had noticed and wanted to be near but didn't know why.  I saw the mattress in the woods and Gunter was holding his cock, peeing up into the air.  He was smiling and looking right me. I stroked my scrotum and stuck my finger up my behind.  I was reveling in this intense fantasy and focusing more on big cocks than anything else and then it happened...

At first I was stunned as if I had damaged myself.  When I finally recovered, I gradually began to realize that this was what Gunter was doing.  I puzzled, why I didn't have any juice?  I figured that this forbidden behavior was going some require practice.

Gunter had gone out for the middle school track team so I didn't get to walk home with him for awhile.  In the meantime, I continued my basic training. 

I began to look at boys.  Why were some boys interesting and some weren't?  If the boy was still small like me, I was less curious.  I was more interested in boys that were starting to get tall.   Why was I not interested in girls at all?  I figured that girls were a mystery and I just had more in common with boys.  In spite of all this, I didn't really hang out with boys,.. I tended to meet them one to one. 

Soon Gunter got bored with track and re-joined me on my walks to and from school.  He told me he preferred swimming and couldn't wait for summer. 

This time I was the one who veered off the sidewalk into the woods. Gunter followed me as if it wasn't anything unusual.  When we positioned ourselves next to each other on the old discarded mattresses I joined him by pulling down my pants and exposing my own little dick.  I flicked at it and tugged trying to get my boner.  Gunter gave it a critical look and then prepared himself for a big jerk-off. 

We were both going at it when Gunter was stopped and suggested. "Wouldn't it be better if you do it me and then I will do it you?"

I didn't mind after all it was the whole point of going into the woods with him.  I took hold of his large cock and began to do it in the way he told me to.  I moved up close to him so that I could lean on his warm body while I did it.  I couldn't believe how big and stiff his cock was.

It wasn't so quick this time.  Gunter would get to the point where I thought it was going to happen and he would pull my hand away and let his cock twitch up and down.  I was guessing that he was savoring the experience.

We would wait a for a short time and he would say, "Ok, now do it."

He would bark orders like , "Faster!" or "Slower!" He wouldn't say stop, but instead, he'd pull my hand away.  The scent of uncut cock hung in the air. 

When he did that, his cock looked angry and red and it dripped some juice.  Finally he would squirt it all over his stomach and chest. 

I really enjoyed it.. Maybe more that he did.

Now it was my turn.  I wanted to see what it felt like to have someone else do it for me. 

Gunter laughed, "I am sorry Christopher, I forgot to bring my tweezers."

He was really making me mad.. "You said, do it to me first, and I did, so now it's my turn!"

It never occurred to me that he didn't have the same compelling interest as me and why should he, neither one of us had any idea of what we were doing. 

Using his thumb and forefinger, Gunter complied, but without the enthralled fascination that I had.  I  looked down at him doing it to me. It was strange to see someone playing with my penis.  He was up close to me and when I looked into his face my boner suddenly came to exquisite life.  He wasn't looking at me but at the task before him.  Handling a small penis like mine was probably done out of his own memory.  It was only after I began to cry out that he looked into my eyes.  It was then that I began to cum.  I think that my body had a tremor because Gunter put his arm around me to secure and hold me.

Aside from my fascination with Gunter, I began to love these woods and what they meant.  I started coming here alone just to jerk-off.   I would imagine that Gunter was there with me. 

He would say, "Christopher,  I need you.. Help me to get off."  Of course I would. 

Gunter was friendly with me but not really intimate.  He behaved as if, this is what boys do until they get lucky and that I was only a temporary substitution. Gunter said he liked pussy but I am not sure that he had ever actually got up close to one yet.  I don't doubt that that was his objective but for me it was different.  I wanted to jerk him off.  I really loved doing it.  I was disappointed when it was over.  I thought about it at night and I wanted him to do it all over me.  I looked up to Gunter as if he was a hero from mythology.  He was bold and cocky and he would talk about this girl or that.  I listened but I let it go in one ear and out the other.

Gunter would say,  "I wish she would suck my cock.  If she would, I would cum in her mouth."

He'd laugh and then say. "I would watch her swallow all my cum."

The idea lay like a seed in my mind. 

He would coo and moan over this girl and condemn another who had pushed him away.  "She would be  missin out, isn't that right Christopher?"

My whole body rested up close along his warm leg.  My littler boner was pressed against him and with my free arm lying across his stomach, I stroked and stroked his superb cock.  When he spoke or made sounds, his voice vibrated through his body and into mine.  Moving closer I let the head of his cock touch my lips.  It tasted both salty and sweet.  Gunter immediately sat up higher so he could watch what I was doing.  I wasn't sure if I could get much more than just the head of his cock into my mouth so I used my tongue, licking it when his foreskin retracted...His juice came very soon after.  I moved away not being sure what to do.

The puzzling thing for me was that Gunter was the one that had an orgasm but I was the one that came away utterly aglow.

Each time we visited the woods together represented and advancement in what we would do.  What we were doing was not exactly democratic. It was Gunter who took charge of me and I devoted myself to whatever he wanted.  For the moment, we were perfect for each other.  Simply put, He liked using me to get off and I really liked being used.  It didn't make sense to me but there it was...

Being so small, you wouldn't know it to look at me or even suspect it but I already had the stiffest boner when we walked together down the path into the woods.  My boner stuck straight up to the top button of my pants. It was our secret conspiracy and it generated lurid excitement.    

I would grab him through his pants to feel if he was getting big.  When we flopped down on our mattress, I would be on him, opening his pants and tugging out his cock.  I didn't hesitate to put his cock into my mouth.  Sometimes he would sit up and watch me do it.  Gunter was good natured and he would talk softly to me about how much he liked it and to do it this way or that.  Being physically active he might push me back and climb over me and stick it in my mouth and do a doggy hump.  I loved hearing him grunt and seeing him push his cock into my mouth.

One time, a pool of gooey cum lay on his stomach.  With his fingers, he picked up a big glob and tilting his head back, dropped it into his mouth. 

He saw the amazed look on my face, "It's good, I makes you strong!"

 Gunter demonstrated by making a muscle with his arm. 

When summer came, that was the end of our visits to the woods.  There didn't seem to be any other plausible reason for Gunter and I to be together.  I admit to being lonely in a way that I hadn't been before.  The truth was that not only did miss the forbidden behavior, I did miss Gunter. 

Being bookish, I spent a lot of time gathering information that related to what we did together and in sex in general.  I can tell you now that there was damn little.  This was before the common availability of pornography except for things like Playboy and it was as if sex was a State Secret.  Naked women were interesting but for me, not really.  I looked at a lot of art books that had old paintings in them.  Naked men had their genitals hidden in shadow or they were miniscule or eliminated all together with a fig leaf.  I was searching high and low just for a picture of a boner and I came up empty..

August rolled around with hot weather.  Things were festive and I decided to go to the amusements at the boardwalk.  There was miniature golf, kiddy rides, video arcades and the beach and the blue ocean beyond.  It was a good way to cool off.  I went to the rail to look at the people lying on the sand.

There was Gunter being the center of attention.  He was wearing a black speedo type swim suit that showed off both his nice cock and his big balls. I resisted the temptation to call out because he appeared to be occupied. There were three adoring girls all looking up at him and one other guy that was certainly no competition. 

I was happy for him but I felt bad.. I walked away without letting him know that I was even there.  Before the school year resumed, Gunter's family had moved another school district.

This will be continued but with a new encounter.