Date: Tue, 21 Apr 1998 12:34:15 EDT
From: KRedv10 <KRedv10@aol.com>
Subject: David-my first

Disclaimer: If you are under 18yrs old or whatever the legal age of consent is
in your state, the following contains sometimes graphic sex scenes involving
teenage boys and masturbation. If this offends you, this is the time to click
"out". 
 
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These stories are true, unfortunately they don't always end with happiness, I
would appreciate any feedback, however no flames or gross stuff- PLEASE. I'm
still very much the shy kid in these stories, never having completely let go
of my boyhood.
 
Chapter 1
 
David had been my best friend since the crib, or at least I think that's what
my parents told me. He was a really wild kid, very hyper- my parents shocked
me once by calling him "Wild Man Dave" and thinking about that, I snickered to
myself, "Yeah, that fits him well." David was into military stuff, while I
thought the toys were neat, I couldn't appreciate his joy and fascination with
that ilk, but I liked him so much I went along with it. I was the grounded,
moral mainstay in our relationship, by that I mean he was always trying to
talk me into minor illegal offenses, like breaking windows, shooting off
cherry bombs, the usual boy practices. 

I should probably back up here and explain my childhood a little. I came seven
years after my middle brother and eleven years after my oldest brother. It was
made very plain to me later that I was an "accident", anyway my parents were
on the climb-financially. My dad was totally obsessed with the image,
trappings and attainment of wealth: this was to haunt me my entire life. I
was a "suitcase' if you will, that they carried around to show that, yes
indeed they had this cute little boy. 

Yes I was cute, by anybody's standard, some people who have seen my childhood
pictures can't believe I'm the same person. My parents were also privately,
the worst snobs in the world. They would run down all my friends' parents and
if they didn't like them, they wouldn't let me go over to their houses to play
and vise versa. I wanted to please my parents, but I couldn't understand what
their opinions had to do with my boy- friends. Also, at the time of my birth,
my dad bought property in what was then the rural fringe of a very wealthy
part of St.Louis County. 

There were NO kids my age within miles of my house to play with. My mom said
many times to acquaintances that "this one", had nobody to play with and
pointed to me. That's OK, because I had lots of woods to play in and my
parents were Dalmatian breeders (as a serious hobby), so I had many canine
buddies to play with.
 
Back to David:
I guess my parents must have liked David's parents somewhat, because I never
heard them say much against them. In fifth grade, my parents decided that I
wasn't doing "the right stuff" in school, so kicking and crying I went to a
horrible private school that believed in and relied on, corporal punishment. I
never told my parents what went on there, because I figured they knew- that's
why they put me there in the first place. However, as bad as it was, I still
continued to see David and that made me happy. I didn't understand it at the
time, but I was building up a real crush for him. 

Then his father had a heart attack and died, I wanted so much to be there for
him, to hold him, however my parents in their infinite wisdom said not to
bother him. A long period passed, then I heard that David was coming over, I
flushed because I thought that maybe he didn't like me anymore. 

I met David's mom and he in the driveway. David had handmade a special gift
for me out of a cardboard box, decorated with lots of military type writing
and pictures. I can't remember what was in the box exactly, but it said I was
his best friend. Some parent standing there said I should thank him, but I
suddenly was reeling with the warmest flush of feelings I'd suddenly ever had
for David. His mother then said (referring to her husband's death) that it
would have really been OK to call David during that period of grief. Blushing,
I wanted to scream out loud telling her that I had wanted to, but that my
parents wouldn't let me... No words left my mouth, I glanced at David and he
smiled, I loved his smile.
 
David:
David was about my size, had very short, light brown hair, brown eyes and
puffy lips like Mic Jagger which was a real turn on to me. We both were very
active with flat stomachs and took them for granted. Oh yeah, he had the most
perfect legs and bubble butt I've ever seen, period! There wasn't anything
that I'd change about him, he was perfect in every way, but towards the end of
fifth grade I sexually matured and he didn't. When I slept over, one thing
would lead to another and we would shed are clothes out of curiosity. David at
one point asked me if he could touch and hold my dick (it had been hard since
the moment my pants came down- like warm steel). 

I knew absolutely NOTHING about sex, my parents never felt the obligation to
tell me anything. So, I knew nothing about being "queer" as David put it. He
loved my erect dick, and knelt down between my legs and rubbed it against his
checks like he was worshiping a totem pole. He complimented me on how soft,
big and beautiful it was. Then he said how he wished his dick was that big. I
assured him he would be soon enough. Then he asked how much money I would give
him if he "blew" me, of course I fumbled with the term because I'd never heard
it before. When he explained, I said no way would I pay him anything because I
was scared. I said I'd do the same thing to him and then he quit touching my
dick, saying, "Lets watch TV." 

This was an endless source of frustration with David, he would always start
this stuff, then stop. I didn't know what masturbation was yet, or what "blue
balls" meant, but I had a major case of the latter! 
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Chapter 2
 
Me:
It was the next summer in my swimming pool, that I discovered cumming. I had
been standing by the filter outlet in the shallow end of my pool. When I
passed by the intense stream of filtered water, it hit my penis clear through
my Speedo. I moved closer in to see what was happening, it felt like a
thousand-butterfly wings, brushing against my dick, wow! The next thing I did
was weird, because I was in "undiscovered" frontier now and my penis put my
mind on autopilot. I took a flotation pool toy and stripped the floats off of
it, then I took the plastic caps off the ends so I had a three foot piece of
hollow aluminum tubing. 

Next, and I can't tell you why, I shoved the pipe into the filter outlet. This
increased the intensity of the water stream and I could direct it right at my
dick. Looking around, terrified I'd get caught, I pulled my Speedo down and
experimented with the best place on my penis to direct the water stream. I
found a very sensitive place under the head, where the shaft ends and the
water pressure pushed my dick hard against my belly. Within seconds, my dick
began to jerk up & down and this incredible light-headedness took over and I
could hardly keep my balance in the pool. After four or five major jerks the
feeling subsided, and I could stand again easily on the bottom of the pool. 

"Shit, what have I done to myself this time!" I thought. I was really
frightened, because I thought I had done something really bad to my body.
Though I wasn't too frightened because in the days to follow, I went back many
times to that pool outlet- each time when I finished, I would put the dumb
pool toy back together, so nobody would suspect anything.
 
Truth or dare:
Since this is a true story, I have to be honest so, in fact I don't remember
when cum started to spurt out of the end of my dick (underwater), but it
seemed like it was soon after I started the pool adventure. That scared me
even more, because I really thought that I was hurting something inside of my
dick. 

Well, on the next sleepover I told David about this thing I was doing with my
dick and that I called it "tickle dick". He looked at me and screwed up his
face into a sly, grin and said, "You're jacking off, you dumb ass." He then
proceeded to tell me about it, or at least what he heard from his older
brother. I blushed and was dumbfounded, but in David's mind this helped move
"things" on a little faster. 

On the next sleepover at my house, David hinted that he wanted to be sure my
parents were asleep that night when we went to bed and I saw this sparkle in
his eyes all evening, but I didn't have a clue what was to happen next, in my
room. 
 "Are you sure your parents are asleep"
 "Look David, a train could pass through this house and they wouldn't wake
up!"
 "Where are they sleeping?"
 "They're clear downstairs and they can't even hear if we play music loud."
 "Ok, are you sure?" 
 "Fuck yes, what's your problem?"
 "I want to play a game."
 "What kind of a game, the lights are out?!"
 "Leave them off for this game."
 "What the hell--?" (I was trying to be tough)
 "Look, take off all your clothes and stand still, facing me." 
 "Look, I won't take off my clothes until you take yours off, or forget it!"
 "Look I've done this before with my cousin, it feels really good."
 "Ok, OK!" (I was crushed he had done this with anybody else. Especially his
cousin, who regarded me with the greatest disdain, probably for the same
reason I hated him-jealously)
  
Facing each other naked in the dimly lit room, I could make out most of
David's features, all I could hear were our short, rapid breaths. I wasn't
sure what was going to happen next, but the sight of his beautiful nude body
brought my dick to immediate attention.
 "What's going on there?" He teased, pointing to my penis.
 "Same thing that's going on there!" I pointed to his hard dick.
  
I should mention at this point that David's penis had grown some with the
obligatory brown, pubic bush, right above his shaft. But even though it was as
long as mine, it was not much more that his thumb in girth. What really drove
me crazy however, was the fact that his balls were hairless, unlike mine. I
liked that a lot, thinking about tickling them ever so gently! 
 "You clap your hands above the other guys head like your breaking an egg,
then you pretend that your fingers are the egg yolk running down the other
guy's body- real slowly."
 "What part of the body?" I said.
 "All of it, right down to your toes."
  
This was the first time I had ever really touched another boy that way, his
skin was like a velvet rabbit. From his face to his toes, it was like high
voltage running through my fingers and down my spine. I thought I might pass
out at any minute, how could anything this silly stir up such feelings inside
me? Pretty soon we got tired of standing, so we both laid down on one of the
beds (trundle beds). 
 "What would you say if we sucked dicks?" He said.
 "I'll do it if you do!" I quickly said.
 "Well, I don't want anybody to think I'm queer or anything, I'm just
practicing for girls- I'm no fucking queer!"
 "Sure, just practicing for girls, nothing wrong with that." I said meekly.
  
David took my penis in his mouth and said, "Yuch, it tastes like a dick." I
then moved and took his penis in my mouth, I loved the sensation of his
velvety smooth cock head but I played along and said, "You're right, is does
taste awful!" This was my biggest lie to date in my short life, I would have
sucked the marrow from his very bones if he hadn't said that about the taste. 

Then he talked at length about what a scumbag queers were and how we would be
beat-up and killed if anyone thought we were homos. Like I said earlier, I was
TOTALLY naive and believed this to be true. Then he got the bright idea to get
some mouth wash and keep it in his mouth as he went down on me, I came howling
off the bed like a rocket, from the burning sensation!
 "You stupid son of a bitch that's burning my dick -- stop! I said STOP!"
 "I've got another idea, what if we suck each other's balls?"
 "OK, is it suppose to feel good?" I said, fanning my dick.
 "Sure."
  
So we did this for much longer than we'd ever done anything before, but we had
to take turns because the sensation on our young, tender balls was driving us
both crazy. I could easily put one or two of his balls in my mouth and suck
soft or hard, finding the right combination drove him wild! When we couldn't
take it anymore, we went back to the "egg game" and finally just fell asleep. 

That was the best part of David's body, the boy sweat taste of his smooth
tight balls, well maybe not the best, but a close runner up to his butt. We
did this kind of stuff on and off until we were about 14yrs old. One session,
in particular, at his house stands out in my memory. We were naked downstairs
on blankets watching TV, feeling each other real slowly with our fingertips
when he brought up this strange new idea.
 "What would you say if I wanted to put my dick up your ass?"
 "Why the hell would you want to do that?" I said.
 "To practice and pretend like I'm fucking a girl, stupid."
 "I don't know, I think it would hurt like shit!"
 "I promise that I'll go real slow and stop if you want to. OK?"
 "OK." I mumbled.

First he tried it dry and that didn't work at all, so I suggested he go
upstairs and find some Vaseline in the bathroom. He came downstairs after a
few minutes, empty-handed. 
 "Didn't you find anything?" I said.
 "No"
 "Nothing, at all?"
 "No, look how about if you suck me and I can be lubricated that way."
  
So I sucked his dick for awhile and then we lay down on our sides like spoons.
Then he put his penis inside me, slowly making it past my sphincter muscle,
then gradually all the way in until I could feel his warm hips against my
butt- then he wanted to start pumping like we imagined intercourse to be. 

But before too long I was dry again and made him pull out, so I sucked his
dick again and he re-entered me, slowly at first. Then he started the wild
humping motion again and it really hurt, so I made him pull out again. He
wanted to me to lubricate his dick again with my mouth, but I said I hated the
taste of the inside of my ass on his dick, so I refused. 

All this time he kept telling me how great it was and how it was like nothing
else he had ever felt. I then asked if I could "do it" to him, whereupon he
said that there was no way he could take on my big "hawg". Crushed, I said,
"OK" but strangely, I thought his turds surely must be that big because mine
were. 
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Chapter 3
 
Together:
Well, every time David and I got together, he would want to stick his dick up
my ass- even out at a sports field in his neighborhood. I told him we'd get
caught, so we went into the high-jump pit and covered ourselves in the foam
cushions (smiling at some boys that walked by, while his dick was up my ass)! 

Once when my parents were out of town and the maid was staying with me, David
came over and I locked the door to my room. It was in the middle of the day
and we had another of our "I'll do that if you do this" dare sessions, of
course not complete without the obligatory, "I'm not queer, this is just
practice for girls", crap. 

There were two things that I loved to do with David the most. The first thing
was to arrange his naked body on top of mine so our hot hard dicks rubbed
together and I could reach around to just below the back of his legs and
gently stroke his magnificent bubble of a butt with my finger tips. This would
always cause him to moan softly and that help guide me to how much pressure to
apply. 

The second most favorite activity with him was in the shower. I had my own
bathroom with a tile shower that was always cool to the touch, even in the
"dog days" of summer. I would use the soap bar as an extension of my finger
and with the water I would slide the bar over all parts of his body, front to
back. Pausing to linger over the most sensitive parts like the head of his
penis and the slightly wrinkled pucker of his asshole, we would giggle
uncontrollably like boys tend to do at the sensations we were experiencing.
For some reason we were always in a hurry to get out of the shower and break
the hungry spell of lustful passions. 

I don't remember if he went up my ass that day but I finally realized that I
was totally and irrevocably in love with him, I loved the very fiber of his
being and each breath that he took. He was lying on the floor, on his stomach
with his perfect bubble, boy- butt sticking up in the air. I couldn't help
myself, I laid down on his back and stuck my dick at the entrance to his
asshole. He threw me off and shouted "Queer", I was crushed even though he was
just joking, and even though I could usually overpower him, I felt defeated.
No matter how much I pleaded, I couldn't talk him into what he seemed to enjoy
with my ass. We jacked off together, but we never came in each other's mouths
nor did I let him cum inside me for some reason, even though I wanted him to
do it. 
 
Endings:
Our relationship came to a head one summer at a girl's house. I had begun to
think I should fancy girls now and I seemed drawn to the wrong kind, at least
by my parents' definition. Anyway, I convinced my mom somehow to take me clear
across town to a public pool to meet "friends." This was only half-true, as I
was really there to meet two girls. I walked up the street from the pool and
found the house, both the girls were roaring drunk and said they both wanted
to "fuck me", in those exact words. 

Well, this scared the shit out of me, but I played along and we went all the
way downstairs to a spare bedroom even though nobody was home. The first thing
they asked me was, "Did I have a rubber?" I didn't of course, because I barely
knew what they were. They said, "No way without a rubber!" So what did I do,
you guessed it, I called my best friend David! I told him the fix I was in and
asked, "Could you come here and bring some rubbers?". "Yeah", he said. Then he
blurted out, "My brother has some rubbers in his room in a drawer, see ya
soon." What seemed like an eternity passed and finally his mother brought him
to the pool area.
 "What the hell took you so long?"
 "My mom couldn't get her shit together."
 "Did you bring the rubbers?"
 "No."
 "What the fuck do you mean, no?" (My face turning bright crimson)
 "I thought you were kidding." He said smoothly.
 "You asshole, what the hell are we going to do now?!"
 "Let's go talk to them."
 "Shit man, they're drunk, what the hell good will that do?!"
 "I can talk to them."
 "Yeah, you'd better you ass wipe."

So off we went back to the house, the girls weren't nearly as receptive
because we admitted we had no rubbers. David somehow did talk them into coming
downstairs, mostly by begging- a pitiful sight as I remember. I laid Christy
down on one bed and he laid Margaret down on the other bed. We followed each
other's lead, since neither one of us had the least idea what we were doing. 

Pretty soon when Christy thought it had gone far enough and she bit my ear
nearly in two. Howling in pain, I shot out of the bed. David stopped what he
was doing and Margaret hopped up pushing her swim top back over her tits (we
were all in swimsuits) and slapped Christy in the face, telling her to behave
herself. It didn't help, Christy also held her top back against her breasts
and started up the stairs after Margaret. David, never missing a chance for a
peek said,
 "Here Christy, let me help you put your top back on."
 "OK"

At that point David cleverly straightened out her suit top, so we could both
see her tits from the front before he put it back on. The girls both staggered
upstairs, laughing. Left downstairs alone with David to contemplate what had
just transpired, David suddenly jumped off the bed where we were both sitting
and shouted "Mo" (another word for homosexual) F----- (my last name), I can't
trust you even in the same room with me!" 

Well, that was the last straw as far as I was concerned, I could not love this
boy any more if he kept cutting down what I thought we had together. I don't
even remember the explicative I used, I was flushed with anger and immense
sadness all at the same moment. I don't remember what happened after that, I
knew it was over and we went our own ways- by my choice. I don't know, maybe
if I had told him earlier that I loved him, it might have been different. On
the other hand, if he had indeed been internally homophobic and gay, I would
have been setting myself up eventually for even more pain and rejection. 
  
In the beginning of this story I mentioned some further contact with David as
an older teenager, but nothing was ever spoken again between us, about the sex
we had had. I told you some of the stories would not have a happy ending,
sorry. I still carry a torch in my heart for what could have been all these
years. Stupid, huh? 

*****
If you would like to hear more true stories, let me know. Wouldn't it be
a kick if David H. were to read this???!!! My e mail address is
KRedv10@aol.com 

Please be kind, or at least have constructive criticisms or comments- I will
not answer irate or weird stuff.
 
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