Date: Mon, 05 Jul 2004 05:50:08 +1000 From: S Subject: Story of Frank O'Donnell The following story should not read by those under 18 years of age as it contains sexual material which may offend. The content is the copyright of the writer and no part or whole of the content may be published without the owners consent. The entire content of this story is true in every way. THE STORY OF FRANK O'DONNELL One day, or should I say one evening, when I was 10 years of age, nearly eleven actually, something happened which made me realize I could have certain feelings course through my body which were exciting, exhilarating -- and I wanted more of them. At the time I was quite a big ten and although I still had plenty of puppy fat I was starting to get some definition to my body. It was at the Y.M.C.A. Annual Concert in the local Church Hall and I was down to sing a little ditty called a sea shanty. I was also a member of the boys choir which was going to sing other lusty and rollicking Sea Shanties from the smallish stage to a packed, and I mean packed, audience. All the choir were boys and our ages ranged from 8 year olds to fourteen year olds and most of us still had our soprano voices which were really pleasant to listen to. We were all dressed the same in specially made very light coloured navy blue very loose silk shorts and shirt which was tied around the waist and had two buttons near the top of the shirt which were fastened. This meant we all had bare mid-riffs and gave us a very sexy look although, at that time, I was never aware of what the word `sexy' meant, although with the `oohs and aahs' which went up from the audience when the curtain went up, some people liked us, but then we had not started singing yet ! The songs went well and in the middle of the act I had a solo to sing about Captain Hook and his merry men -- ho ho ho. It was all good fun. I recall thinking the entire hall was so packed and we were the centre of attention. Was this what `show-biz' was all about ? If so I liked it. Many of the audience were standing on benches at the rear of the hall because there were just no seats to be had. To great applause we finished "Over the Sea to Skye" and we left the stage. It was the interval. I loved the applause and we were given a rousing send off into the Interval. We were told we had to mingle as best we could with the audience for the 2nd half of the show because there were no spare seats and there certainly was no room behind the stage. When I went into the auditorium it was packed of course and I saw room on the benches at the very rear of the hall. I went and stood on a bench right at the corner of back and side walls. A good place because I could lean back against the rear wall and I could lean sideways on the side wall. As the audience trooped back into place the entire floor began to get terribly crowded again. But I was `alright jack' -- I could see everything. A few bigger lads from my school, probably in the sixteen/seventeen age group climbed up on the benches beside me and some of them stood in front of me I could not see anything. One of these boys was big Frank O'Donnel. Now Frank was known as a bit of a swot, possibly because he wore spectacles, isn't everyone who wears specs a "swot". He was also the brother of a boy in my class and I knew Frank to be 16 years of age, but he was tall and had a very slim body. He seemed very old to me. But he was always a pleasant sort of fellow and always talked to me. He was quite a nice looking guy with a mop of dark curly hair which was accentuated by his very pale complexion. My head came up to just below his chin. Frank knew my name and he said as he stood in front of me "Stevo if you let me stand behind you we can both see". I thought this was a good idea and said "Alright". I then stood on the bench in front of him and he got behind me and put his hands on my arms to steady me and keep me from falling forward. The lights dimmed and the second half began and I felt Frank sort of pull me back into his body. I never thought anything about this and felt quite relaxed in the position I had found myself. I felt him start to move his hands up and down my bare arms and it felt rather nice and I did not think too much about that either. At one stage during the first act which came on stage Frank leaned over and whispered in my ear "I am just holding you to keep you from falling. Is that alright?" I whispered back to him so that my lips were right beside his ear "Of course". The next act came on and it was some bloke telling a monologue and the single spot light was focused solely on his face. This made the entire hall very dark indeed particularly at the back of the hall where we were. I suddenly felt Frank's long fingers slip under my bare arms and stroke gently up and down my bare sides, remember my shirt was tied up around my front giving a bare mid riff and back. I knew Frank had long fingers because he was a pianist and I had seen him play the piano a few times and marveled at his long tapered fingers. He was so gentle that I hardly noticed his hands come around the front of me and start to stroke my bare tummy and I felt him linger at my tummy button. I sort of squirmed because it felt tickly and I felt Frank pull me even more into his body. I know I could, and possibly should, have told him to stop, but, to be honest I was enjoying the sensations of being cuddled and stroked, this was a type of loving I never got at home. What was more I was getting some lovely feelings in the base of my tummy. Suddenly I was aware of this very hard sort of stick poking into my back and I felt Frank sort of move himself as this `thing' stuck harder into me. I knew it had to be his dick. Now I knew about erections because I got them particularly in the morning and I knew about masturbation because I had been doing it in bed for about 2 years. But I had never come even close to seeing a big guys dick and I felt kind of excited and decided I would let things flow along. I then felt Frank's hand slip down the right hand side of my body next to the wall and he stroked my left bottom cheek of my bum and it felt nice. I knew that no one was ever likely to see anything even if the lights were full on but being totally dark it just made what was happening all the more exciting. The hand stroked my hip over my silkey shorts and it was so gentle and lovely to feel. I could feel my little dick getting hard and I was truly getting hot and excited. Now I have no idea how big I am when I was hard because I had never measured it but I was always worried that when I got hard, which was often, that it would show and other people would say something and embarrass me to hell. I seemed to get hard at the weirdest times, when I could see up a girls skirt and see their knickers, when I saw near naked guys, like Tarzan and Boy in the movies. Even sometimes when I saw my friends change for Gym, I got hards on regularly. Then suddenly I felt Frank's long fingers slipped into my right hand pocket and his fingers touched my skin just beside my dick which was sticking out because the pockets were false and had no lining. Franks fingers were now stroking my dick and it felt like heaven and I was starting to shake and really squirm and push back into him. It was such a beautiful feeling to be touched and stroked like this because he was so gentle and so loving. I could feel his hard dick against my back as he moved around and was sort of humping my back in a gentle way. He was so discreet and no could suspect in any way what we were doing. At this point he leaned forward and whispered into my ear "Alright'. It turned my head and my lips brushed his right cheek which was terribly hot and I whispered in his ear a strangled "yes". I am sure he must have wondered why I had no underpants on but the silk shorts were not meant to have undies I was told and I liked the feeling of silk against my body anyhow. I wanted Frank to take my dick out and really wank it as I liked doing but I knew that was impossible. I could feel his breath on my neck and he was really moving his hard rod along my back. I was begging him in my mind to rub me harder but he took me by surprise and took his hand out of my pocket. I felt limp and so disappointed and I turned and tried to see him but my lips just touched his hot cheek again as he leaned in. He never looked at me but I felt him take my right hand in his right hand and he brought it around behind me and he placed it on his very hard boner. In fact I felt that his fly was unbuttoned and he had undies on and he was trying to feed my small fingers through the front gap of his underwear. I needed no second telling and I wormed my fingers through the narrow gap and immediately felt this huge hard silk covered, or it appeared to be silk covered hard rod, because it was so smooth and gorgeous. I stroked his hard rod for a little while and I felt Frank leaning towards me and he said "Oh Stevo that is heaven". But I never really got a proper grip because of the position we were in. However Frank was breathing heavily I knew that and he whispered into my ear "That is beautiful, you are so lovely." No one had ever called me `lovely' before and somehow I kind of liked it and I snuggled up to Frank but this restricted my movements on his dick. Suddenly the lights came on in the hall and I jerked my hand out of Franks fly and we both nearly fell off the bench. There were three more acts to go and all of them had to have the hall lights almost full on so we had no chance to touch again although Frank still held my close and kept his warm hands on my arms as he gently stroked them. I could still feel his hard cock in my back. This was such a disappointment to me not to say a gross frustration. I had enjoyed my journey into the land of sex with another and I felt hot and truly bothered. When the show finished I said to Frank "I have to collect my things" and I bolted off before he could say anything. I knew in my own mind that we had done something which had to be wrong but I rationalized that it cant be THAT wrong if we both liked it. I went behind the stage certainly a bit excited and flushed and I sorted out where my shortie coat was and my bag and I slipped my coat on and zipped it up because I was not going to change out of my stage gear to go home. As I was leaving the hall door and went out into the open I saw that nearly all the audience had disappeared. There were a few people around as I started to walk around the corner of the hall and head home. Suddenly I heard a voice whisper in a loud way "Stevo Stevo, wait." I looked around to see Frank coming towards me on his own. He caught up with me and said "That was a good show -- er -- did you like what we did together." I felt my face flush a hot scarlet and said, without looking at him "Yes it was nice." Frank then took my arm and sort of steered me into the shadow of the Church which was beyond the church hall and he said "Stevo come with me quickly and we can do it some more." I sort of panicked a bit because I suddenly knew I had a choice to make. Go with Frank and maybe enjoy some better sensations, better love, or just say no and go home. I knew in my own mind I should say the latter and go home. I knew what we did had to be wrong in some peoples minds, especially my Mum and Dads mind. But who said it was not right. I can make my own decisions. It was my life and I was old enough (at 10) to make decisions. Anyhow I said "I have to get home." Too quickly Frank said "Oh alright I just asked." But my irrational self then took over and I said "If we are quick I will come with you but I have to be home soon." I could see Frank sort of smile and he hugged me to his body which was the best thing he could have done. He said "We will be quick because I have to be home soon as well." He took my arm and we went down the side of the Church, around the wall and back into the rear of the Church. When we got to a door I knew was the entrance to the boiler room which heated the church. Frank opened the door and a lovely warm glow and air flow of heat met us. We went inside and Frank closed the door. Frank turned to me and unzipped my jacket, as he pulled the zip down I felt his cool hands go across my bare tummy and I found I was getting so hard. He took my jacket right off and then took off his jacket and undone his shirt and took it right off, now I could see his bare chest and tummy in the glow of the fire. Frank then put both his arms behind my back and pull me into him. I felt his hands go up my back and caress my soft back as he gently took my top off completely. As he did so I felt his hands slip down my silk shorts and cup my bottom as he squeezed and caressed me there. Then he slipped my shorts right off and I stepped out of them and now I was naked in front of him except for my shoes. I looked at him as he slipped down his long trousers off his legs and pulled down his white underwear and I saw at last this monster of a dick which I just stared at. It probably was not that big but it looked big to me. I looked at him and he brought his body into mine and hugged me as he tilted my head and kissed me gently and full on the lips. His hands were around my back on my bum and he just caressed me gently I was becoming so flustered as we continued to kiss. I could feel his hard rod lying onto my tummy as mine, much shorter one prodded his balls. Frank then moved his mouth down my body and licked around my nipples, such as they were, and they sort of started to stand out and he continued down my tummy as he kneeled on the floor which must have been a bit dirty I thought. I could hear him sort of mumbling "Oh you are so beautiful, so beautiful." His hands kept caressing my back and my bum and it was a glorious sexual feeling. His hands then came around the front and started tickling my stiff cock and balls and I just moaned before he started licking my little hard rod which was sticking straight out and was as hard as iron. He was so gentle, so insistent and I was loving every minute of these sensations which I had never felt before. I held Frank's head and stroked his hair as he now sort of engulfed my cocklet with his warm wet mouth. I was truly in heaven. Then as his hand cupped and gently stroked my little ball sack his mouth was now sucking up over my hard dick and I felt the most amazing feeling in my stomach as I just entered another planet of ecstasy. It was just too sensational for words and I just "Oooooohhhhhh Ahhhhed" as I reached a feeling which was totally foreign to me. Even although there was no white cum it was a fantastic feeling and Frank knew I had reached a shattering climax. Frank was now all loving and kept saying how beautiful I was and how he loved me as he started to stand up. He said "Please Stevo touch me." I then took hold of his very hard manhood which was sticking straight out and I rubbed it gently up and down, I could hardly get my hand around it and I actually used two hands at one stage. Frank said `Oh yes please please please just once more". Then as I stroked him again for about 10 seconds I felt his dick pulse in my hand and I could feel the `stuff' start to pulsate up his shaft and I could hardly see it but I knew some stuff was shooting out of his cock head and it seemed to shoot forever. I then took my hands off his shaking and pulsing shaft and I bent down to pick up my shorts to put them on and Frank leaned slightly over and caressed my bum cheeks and brought his finger up the middle of my crack a few times. Now I was getting new sensations and I could feel myself getting really hard again although I had hardly gone soft at all. I leaned over longer than was necessary because I liked what Frank was doing. But then I stood up and pulled my shorts up as Frank crushed me to his naked body but by this time I was getting a bit anxious and I pulled my shorts over my little hard and reached for my shirt and jacket. Frank was by this time also getting dressed but I could see his cock sticking out like a lamp pole from his body even as he pulled his undies and trousers up over himself. When we were both dressed Frank held me again and said "Stevo you are not angry at what took place are you. You wont tell anyone will you...please." I said "No Frank I wont tell anyone I loved what we did." Frank said "Can we do it again sometime ?" I said "Yes it was so nice I have had feelings I never knew I could have." Frank then held me close and kissed me on the mouth again. He said "Please lets do it again, I can make you feel even better." He then opened the door and I ran out and down the incline and ran all the way home. This was a true experience which I could never forget. It gave me feelings I treasure, it showed me the sheer pleasure of caressing another person and I was sure at that time that boys were better at loving than girls. I met Frank again a few times and each time it was just wonderful and we also talked a lot and he taught me a great deal on what was pleasure and what was `not nice'. I hope you enjoyed it.