From: carn1vore@aol.com (CARN1VORE)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: True story (m/m, teen, pre-teen)
Date: 26 Jun 1995 23:41:21 -0400
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If this offends you, don't read it.

I can't remember every little detail, for this was awhile ago.

I think it was a sunday afternoon when it happened.  I was just 7 or 8 at
the
time.  I was sitting on my couch, watching cartoons, when I heard a knock
on
the door.  It was Rick, the teenager that lived across the street from me.
 I
answered it, and he invited me over to his house.  I accepted.  When I got
there, I noticed that no one was home.  I asked if it was okay, and he
said
he did it all the time.  He asked me if I'de like to see his bedroom. I,
being naive, said yes.  He led me upstairs, and into his room.  He locked
the
door behind us.  He took a seat on the bed, and told me to sit next to
him.
Then he started asking me questions.  The first was, if I ever saw a naked
person.  I shook my head no, and he asked me if I knew the difference
between
a boy and a girl.  I didn't know then, but I think I said girls are
stupid.
He laughed and agreed with me.  I noticed his pants bulging out a little,
and
he saw me.  He asked me if I knew what pubic hair was.  I didn't.  He
stood
up and offered to show me.  I, once again, accepted.  He unbuttoned his
jeans, and unzipped his fly.  He pulled his pants down around his ankles,
and
did the same with his breifs.  Then, with his shoes, he took everything
off,
and sat back down on the bed.  He pointed to his thatch and told me it was
pubic hair.  He told me to touch it, saying it wasn't like normal hair. 
I,
shaking with anticipation, ran my fingers through it.  Then he asked me if
I
knew what a dick was.  I said I knew, and that his was bigger than mine.
He hesitated, then asked me if I wanted to make him happy.  Being a pretty
caring kid, I said yes.  He rolled onto his stomach, exposing his butt
cheeks
to me.  He said his butt was burning, and it needed to be cooled down.  He
told me to lick between his cheeks.
I silently postioned my self on the bed until I was comfortable.  I
wrapped
my arms under his soft, hot thighs, so that my hands could spread his
cheeks.
I was getting thrilled, unlike I ever felt before.  My face was mere
inches
away from Ricks aching hole.  Aching for a sympathetic tongue.  I gently
spread his cheeks and stuck my face between them.  I then let go and
caressed
his back with my hands as I gently licked his anus.  His sphinxter
tightened,
but retracted after awhile of my rhythmatic plunging.  I heard a moan, and
felt Ricks hand on the back of my head.  After a minute or two, the
moaning
increased, and he was pressing my face deeper into his crevis, signaling
my
speed and depth of my tongueings to increase.  His moaning was getting
louder, and he kept wanting my tongue deeper and deeper.  He let go of my
head, finally, and I sat up.  He flipped over.  I could see his throbbing
cock.  It was straight up.  Now, he said, lay on your back.  I did, and he
straddled my neck.  His balls were resting on my mouth, and I eagerly took
them in.  When he was hot enough, He leaned forward, and rested on his
hands.
His penis's head was pressing under my nose.  I postioned it into my
mouth,
and he told me how good it felt.  Then, he instructed me.  First, he told
me
to lick it up and down, and then to swirl it around in my mouth.  Finally,
he
just told me to close my lips real tight as he pumped my head into the
mattress.  IN a few seconds he blew his load into my mouth.  After I
swallowed it, he asked me if I wanted to spend the night.  I eagerly said
yes...

That night I fell asleep with him sitting on my face.