From: hojo@psynet.net (Hojo) Subject: Hojo Story: Elementary Days b/b (secret01.txt) Date: Tue, 23 Sep 1997 03:39:11 GMT The following story involves sexual acts and/or exploration between teen and/or pre-teen boys. If you are under the age of 18, or do not wish to read this type of material, STOP READING NOW. The following accounts are 100% true, however, the names, dates, and locations have been changed to protect all parties. ----------------------------------- Secret Explorations: Elementary Days by Hojo ********** For those of you who do not know me, let me give you some background to these stories. I've written these from the memories of my youth discoveries of emotion and sexual feelings. *********** This collection of recounts begins with me in Kindergarten, because up until that time, there is either little to tell, or little I can remember of any importance. I was born in late summer, a healthy 8lbs 2ozs. My mother had emotional problems and left shortly after I was born. I don't remember her and haven't seen her since. Some of the families say she left town with some motorcycle druggie dude, but it was such a long time ago that I don't really care anymore. My father took the responsibility of raising me. We lived in a very small house in a suburb of Chicago. My dad did his best to provide for me and he worked very long and hard hours to make things better. Unfortunately, this also meant he wasn't home very often. From the time I was a baby, until shortly after I entered Kindergarten at age 5 (my birthday was only about a week from the cutoff so I ended up being the youngest in my class). The first day of school was awful. My aunt, who had been staying with me worked nights and didn't get home until about 9:00am. This meant my father had to take me to school. He had to be at work early so he dropped me off in front of the school about an hour early. The parking lot was deserted of cars and there was nobody around. My father drove off and I walked to the door. It was locked. I was suddenly very scared and sat down on the steps starting to cry. A few minutes later, someone opened the door. It was the custodian. He asked me what I was doing out there so early and I told him, in between sobs, that my dad left me there. He saw sympathetic, took my hand and led me inside. He took me to my classroom and showed me around. All the chairs were up on the desks. He said that since I was early, it would be a big help if I took down the chairs off the desk for him. This made me feel better because he had given me something important to do. Class was pretty uneventful that day and I walked home because I knew another kid, Johnny who lived just a few houses away from me. It wasn't a long walk.. only about two blocks. I think my father must have gotten a call from the school that day because that night he said he was sorry for leaving me there that morning. And he said he was going to find someone to help out in the mornings. Later that night, he walked down to my friend Johnny's house and talked to his mom, who did not work. She agreed that I could stay with them in the mornings before school. Johnny and I became good friends in the next few months. He was 6 months older than me, a little taller (but then most people in school were), with dark black hair and brown eyes. His most notable feature though were his big ears that stuck out from his head. I remember more than once Johnny getting into fights with kids who made fun of his ears. He'd wrestle the other kid to the ground and smash his face into the grass until the kid would give up and say "uncle". Then when Johnny would let the kid go, we'd stand there and laugh at them when they ran home, sometimes crying. I asked Johnny once how come he was so good at wrestling and he told me that his older brother, who was then in college, had taught him. I asked him if he could teach me and he said, "I don't know. Your kind of wimpy." I told him yeah but maybe I could still learn something. It was true, I was a little shorter, but I was also really just skin and bones. Not that Johnny was muscular or fat, but he did have meat on his bones. In the end, he agreed to help teach me some moves. We went back to his house and to his room. Johnny's room was big and he had tons of toys. I'd say at least 5 times what I had. He moved some stuff on the floor to make room and then he got down on all fours and told me to kneel beside him. Then he told me to put my right arm around his waist and my left arm on his upper arm. Then he said, "1.. 2.. 3.. go!" and he grabbed my arms and threw his weight into me sending me crashing to the floor. I tried to stop him and I grabbed part of his shirt and pulled. We both heard a ripping sound and he screams "Stop! Stop!" He got up and look at his shirt. It was ripped a little bit on the sleeve. He said, "It's not easy to wrestle with shirts on. Let's take them off." It made sense to me so we both took off our shirts. "Lets try it again." Johnny said as he got back down on all fours. "Okay," I said and I got back down on my knees and put my arms back into position. I remember thinking it felt weird to be touching someone's naked skin as I had my hand around his waist. Johnny called out "1.. 2.. 3.. go!" He tried the same thing but this time I was a quick learner and I threw my right over him and pushed him to the ground. He still somehow locked my right leg with his legs and threw me over the other way this time. I was determined to not let him pin me so I kind of curled up and laid sideways so that he couldn't flatten me out on the floor. He was laying face down on me with his chest pressing down on me as his right arm tried to get my left leg forced out of its pretzel position. He was straining and it was then as I was laying there that I realized that his skin on mine was warm. I could feel the heat from his body and his skin rubbing on mine felt really nice. It was sort of like being cuddled by warm soft blankets. It took him a minute until I could no longer stop him from winning and he got my leg over and pinned me. He laid there on top of me smiling, breathing very hard and said "I win." A few seconds later, he got off of me and you could hear the skin on our bodies, which had kind of stuck together, pull apart as he got up. We continued to wrestle for another half hour or so until we were both sweaty and tired. Each time he pinned me, I secretly wish he would stay smashed against my body. Over the next couple of years, we wrestled around regularly, and always shirtless. In that time, I think I only managed to pin him ounce, and even then, I think it was because he let me. Later in life, as my future episodes will relate, I was to learn that a good percentage of boys like to have that skin-on-skin feeling. Wrestling is just a legitimate was to achieve that. Youth is such a wonderful time in life, no? *********** This is a part of an on going series. The preceding accounts are 100% true, however, the names, dates, and locations have been changed to protect all parties. If you would like to comment, or just want to hear more about my early youth adventures, including what happened with Joe later, please send e-mail to: hojo@psynet.net I'd love to hear your own stories of your special youth time relationships/experiences.