Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2021 18:45:29 +0000 From: Silenos69 Subject: Worst First WORST FIRST By: Silenos The following story is the property of the author and may not be excerpted, copied or used in any fashion without the author's permission. Please contribute to Nifty. It was 1970 and he was dumb, and ignorant out of circumstance, but he was not stupid. Being born in Connecticut, then living in Hong Kong, Spain, Brazil and Belgium, attending ten schools, trying to learn a language per country and culture, all before you are eleven and then out of nowhere get dumped on a rock in the Caribbean all by the age of 11 and tell me you wouldn't be a little upset and confused, ignorant, and naive? Certainly he was worldly, well informed on what was going on around the world, but he never had time to make friends long enough to learn about nonessentials like puberty and masturbation. So he ended up on this rock without being told he was even going there, by divorced parents who were less than each other's biggest fans. His Mom had moved to this place and not bothered to write to tell him. Then his Dad shipped him off to her without letting him know where was going or that he would be living there, not just visiting for Christmas. The place smelled like mold, stale cigarettes, and booze. Even the dog was a drunk. Things kind of evened out and in the first year I only had to switch schools once bringing me up to 12 schools. St. Thomas in those days, and to an extent today, was a paradise for tourists. Try living there; different story. Not saying there were not great adventures, but that is neither here nor there. You do not get a lot of feedback from a Mom who expects you to hitch hike home from school to an empty house. But this is about my first time, not my woes. Therefore: I met this kid named Jimmy* who was the coolest of the cool. He had his own minibike and was the Scout Leader for the only troop on the Island, at least the only troop made up of white kids. Jimmy was seventeen and about five foot two with short reddish brown hair, a perky nose, and sparkly eyes that promised mischief with his impish smile. He was slight, but had a perky, fit, body and little boy buns. Sylvester (Sly to his friends (thank God)) was a quarter inch under six feet, weighed about ninety pounds. Straight brown hair with angular everything. He didn't think he was cute, but was but was in a kind of strange way even that fit no molds. His growth spurt had been ferocious and he was never to grow any taller. His dick was a reasonably thick cut 6.5" (bog right? On a 12 year old?!) and he'd not only begun to grow a bush but hair was sprouting everywhere. His eyes seemed to be the big attraction as they were deep brown to black with long lashes and a wolf's brow. He only knew they were interesting because even his Mom's female friends would comment on them. He did not know it at the time, though it would happen in the same year, but he was desperately in need of glasses. Not being able to see real well is something you don't think about as you believe what you see is normal: until someone notices and then you get glasses and the whole world becomes new. Regardless, Sly joined the Scouts which was where he met Jimmy. He was immediately attracted to the boy's magnetic personality and pretty soon they became pals. Sly's so called "worldly" education had not included anything about sex, though he had figured out fucking and knew that was how babies were made. Sly played with myself almost instinctively but had no idea what he was doing. Gay was a word he only knew meant that two guys were homosexual, whatever that meant, and some of his Mom's friends were that way. They had to be okay as she used to let them babysit him, and take him to the beach. Sly always thought it strange they would make him strip and shower off at the beach showers with all those men. It was very embarrassing to have to get naked with other boys, much less a bunch of grown ups who he thought were staring at me because I was a funny looking gangly kid. In his mind they were all laughing at him, not realizing they were probably lusting over him. His Gay babysitters were getting him naked in the showers as if to imply he was their toy. To their credit they never laid a hand on him and were actually really nice guys; but it is weird, especially when you don't know shit for shinola about actual sex, or your body, and all the strange crap and the feelings you are having. Back to Jimmy: The Scouting thing did not really work out but they remained friends and ride all over the island with Sly crammed behind him Jimmy on the older boy's mini bike (it was a Honda 70; damn that thing was fun). It also made Sly feel good to have his boner up against Jimmy's cute butt. He thought nothing of that at the time as he was perpetually hard and didn't know better. Sly also didn't think anything of Jimmy pushing back against him. The guys was just getting comfortable on the little motorcycle, right? Jimmy was seventeen and short, Sly was twelve and towered over him. He didn't think twice about an older kid liking him, he was just glad someone did. One day they'd ridden out to Yacht Haven and then back into Charlotte Amalie, nothing to do with the day but ride. Jimmy leaned back and shouted as they rode "Ever been skinny dipping?" "What's that?" "Swimming naked." "No." Sly blushed. "Want to?" "Sure." Sly was with Jimmy, he would never say no to anything Jimmy wanted to do, though why anyone would want to swim naked when they a had perfectly good swim suits was beyond him. Naïve and Sly were close friends at that point in his life. They roared up the mountain to Jimmy's place to ostensibly grab some towels or something. His parents were not home, and Jimmy asked "Hey, can I read you something?" Sure, why not? "It's a short story in this book my Dad has called `Anal Intercourse' its pretty cool." He read Sly a story to gauge his reaction. Sly didn't understand a damned thing, but he smiled and nodded his head when asked if he thought it was hot. Sly just faked it, nodding and smiling. The beach Jimmy chose might have been Hull Bay but they didn't go to the beach, instead they left the bike, stumbled through a mess of mud, and then crawled out onto some rocks to the sea. The tide was out and the "beach" was really hard to walk on because of all the stones but but got naked at Jimmy's behest and were both sporting wood. Sly didn't notice, he was too exhilarated just being naked outdoors with my friend. How naughty can you get? Did Sly look at Jimmy's cock? Yes, and it was at least two inches shorter than his own, skinny and cut, not that he would have known a foreskin if he saw one. Didn't matter, Sly was totally disappointed they would not actually be able to swim. Jimmy suggested they just climb on some rocks and lie in the sun for awhile, and of course Sly agreed. So they climbed onto the really uncomfortable bowlder Jimmy chose. No sooner were they sprawled out, boners to belly than Jimmy asked "can I hold your cock?" Sly didn't have a chance to respond because Jimmy's hand was on him (that is how he learned what a "cock" was) and was stroking him. It felt sooo good! Sly bucked up into Jimmy's hand and all of a sudden his body was shaking in ecstasy as white shit was shooting out of his dick! Nothing had ever felt so good! What had just happened, what was that white stuff? Sly noticed someone watching from behind and above them a small distance away on the "cliffs" they'd crawled through to get to the "beach". Jimmy noticed too "Shit!" he said angrily, "you weren't supposed to do that. We should go." Gathering their clothes and hastily dressing and scrambled back to the minibike then rode home. Sly was terribly confused, he was getting hard again pressed up against Jimmy's back and rump. Jimmy didn't say a word until he dropped Sly at in parent's carport. "See ya," Jimmy scowled and motored away. Sly would see him around after that but they never spoke again. What had he done? What had they done? Guilt, shame, exhilaration, depression, all sorts of things washed over Sly for ages and would stick with him forever. Wasn't boys touching other boys wrong? Why did it feel so good? Freud would have loved Sly, who would always have a problem coming with someone else, but in future would kill himself no matter how inept he was at sex to get his partner off and make them feel good. He would also be most attracted to short men and boyish imps, and became fascinated with other people's stories. Forever trying to figure out what he did wrong while knowing he did nothing wrong. That does not matter as the rational Sly would always lose out to the subconscious Sly. The really hurtful part was losing his best friend and never knowing why. For the record Sly became really well acquainted with the Encyclopedia which was better than nothing for answering questions. With a little experience he also got way better at the sex stuff too.