Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2021 17:31:20 +0100 From: Anthony Boy Subject: Anthony's delight Part 1 Anthony's delight By Anthony AnthonyNifty@gmail.com Thanks to Chaim (groeiutrecht@gmail.com) a Dutch author at Nifty; he helped me with my English and to edit my story. I met Anthony and he shared his diary with me. It was in Dutch and Anthony made his own translation. I edited his story, but very reserved. it is his story and told by him in his own way. It's an impressive story about coming of age. If you look for porn as a quick fix, it will be to slow for your taste. Otherwise enjoy! My name is Anthony or Tony and this is my story. I wrote it in Dutch about two years after I met Brandon. I was fourteen and my life was good. I think for most things I was a average kid and to be honest I'm still average, not really special, but my early adventures with Brandon changed a everything. I did pretty good at school but didn't have much friends my age. I will be very brief about myself. I was small for my age and I preferred to hang around with the younger boys and played with them. This made me very popular with the younger kids, they accepted me as one of them. Being smaller and younger, these boys looked up to me. I enjoyed that, they liked having an older boy they could relate to and it clicked with them. My parents thought it was fine that I had all these younger friends. For one thing, they knew I was a good kid and maybe was a good influence on the boys. I wasn't so sure about that myself, but it worked for me. I listened to a lot of the same music, watched the same TV shows as they did, and knew the names of all their hero's. Sure, I like to watch tv and play games, I like sports too I am in an swim team. I am slim but with a good shape. I have short blonde hair and blue eyes. Strange enough, they always told me, I was a cute boy, but I was spending my time to hide my body for the outside world. Now I'm a lot more confident, but deep inside always longed to be a little kid again. Now we come to where I started to understand my sexuality as adults put it. I am now two year older and in my puberty, my voice cracked when I talked. I still don't have hair under my arms yet, but I have more at the base of my penis. My body changed and as soon as got a bit of pubic peach fuzz growing, I shaved it off with my Daddy's razor. Till now, yes I'm sixteen there is not much hair growing. I don't have to shave my upper lip and still have no hair on my crotch, only the small patch at the base of my penis. Well, I like to be trimmed and shaved and to be naked. So I was boyishly smooth, if it wasn't for my slim frame and toned body, I could go for half my age. As I looked in our bathroom mirror I could see a very good looking toned younger boy, naked and totally smooth standing just feet from the mirror. I didn't understand it, but that's the way I like it. I didn't think of myself as cute, but others did. I knew I was 'attractive', and had been warned that my looks and slim body might I didn't think of myself as cute, but others did. It could become a problem for me someday, they warned me, maybe attracting the wrong types of people along with the good ones, but I didn't think I was hot. To me, I was sort of a-sexual till I discovered to play with my penis being ten. Well, I stroked myself a lot, but only had a dry orgasm. Yes, dry but very intense. I talked to my older brother Robert who helped me see that at my age, almost anything could make a boy horny, even if he thought he didn't want it. Robert also told me, at fourteen, it was highly likely to achieve a wet orgasm very soon. For the meantime I could still achieve bone-crushing dry orgasms and I should enjoy them. My brother convinced me there was nothing wrong with me. It was quite difficult to write my story, and I did it in pieces, like a diary. I still don't know if I understand correctly. Well, I did see people staring at me, but those were a few older teens I bumped into sometimes. Even though I didn't like the sexual advances aimed at me by girls, I liked older teens somehow and would jerk off furiously dreaming away about what could happen. I mean, a lot of those older guys were hot-looking, but that didn't register them at the time, except some that were just a few years older than me. Eventually, I figured out that men could be attractive too and that their sexual advances made me horny. That bothered me, how could an older man turn you on, but I couldn't stop masturbating. Funny how your mind works in ways, you don't know about. I supposed I was the typical, nice, blue-eyed kid. My blonde hair which I always had long at the back not real long, the sides just cover my ears seems to register 'cute' in everyone's mind. It didn't help my self-image. I wanted to look more manly but only because you have to be manly, like my older brother Robert. The younger boys had no problem seeing me as manly, but liked to be one of them and actually remained a little boy. I got this problem being shy. I like the Internet because I can be anonymous. I can look around and do my thing and I don't have to feel totally uncomfortable. I discovered Nifty by coincidence and read some stories about boys my age. Before I met Brandon I never thought much about sex, I don't know why, but later I started reading the Nifty stories and soon I discovered that I was not the only boy with special history. I was not alone, that was a relief. I talked with Chaim about my story and later asked him to edit my story. ======= Brandon ======= It was just another Saturday, I had no big plans so I rode on my bike to the city to check out the games shop 'Game Mania'. I loved this shop, they sell a lot of second hand games. I had found a pretty cool game and was sitting in the middle of St Jacob's Market on a bench. I played the game on my Laptop, there were some people around me all the time, but didn't noticed them. I didn't want to stay too long, I just wanted to play my new game to be sure I'm happy with it. So I played my game not paying attention to what happened around me. A handsome teen came up to me, his eyes darted back and forth, obviously searching for someone. My heart lurched the way it always did when I am in the presence of a handsome teen. Could he be looking for me? He wasn't and left. I looked up again just as I finished a level and sitting across on the opposite bench was an older guy, probably around 25 or so holding his smartphone. He looked really cool, a real dude and he was wearing fancy Streetwear. This older dude were really watching me, I noticed, as I pretended to keep looking at my Laptop. He obviously in no hurry to leave, and I was still too shy to say much to a stranger. He sat back with his legs spread apart and I looked up at him and smiled. I didn't know why, just made eye contact. When I looked up at him again, he smiled back and went over to me. "Hi, how're you doing?" He asked and I said "fine" and I lifted my hand in a kind gesture. It was my way of being polite and at the same time telling them I don't really like to talk much. I knew I had seen him before, but didn't know who he was. I went on playing and I knew he was still sitting there close to me. It wasn't like I was looking at him or taking any notice, but you just know when someone moves away or is watching you. I half looked up and sure he was still there and I got the impression he was staring at my hands as I played my game. He didn't seem to notice that I was looking back, I hadn't really moved my head up just my eyes. I didn't know why but I kept watching him, his eyes sort of moved up and down. I saw the guy's eyes were focused on one spot only. First I thought he was looking my blue T-shirt, was my shirt inside out or something? Strange enough my cheeks and ears started to feel hot, I blushed. I was sitting on this bench in one corner and used the back and the arm rest to lean against it. I had one leg down and my other leg rested on the bench with my knee pointed to the left. I don't know why, but suddenly I knew it! He was looking up my shorts leg, at least on my leg that was pointing away. Did he try to get a glimpse of my white boy briefs? The angle at which he was sitting and the arm rest made that nearly impossible. I saw the dude's hand moved down and ended up on his left leg and just started to move ever so slightly, without me even really thinking about it. Maybe he was thinking about my soccer shorts, at least subconsciously, his hand ended up closer and closer to his crotch. Was he touching his cock? I don't mind, it is always a hassle to rearrange yourself in public. This was kind of tricky to have such weird thoughts, so straight away I went back to playing the game. I couldn't really concentrate on my game. Did he really looked up my soccer shorts? Maybe I should just pack up and leave. I didn't, I couldn't, I was stuck. Even though this was clearly intentional, what were his intentions? I was stuck, glued to the bench. There wasn't much I could do, really, Damn, I felt distracted and confused. I just sat there half playing, half watching and wondering what this dude was thinking. He shifted his hand just a bit just over the unmistakable bump of his cock. Now using his thumb and first two fingers, he started to massage it through his shorts. I have no idea whether he planned what he was doing or not, but I definitely enjoyed it his little show. He obviously enjoyed it too, because he did it so openly. I felt my penis stirring and wanted to close my Laptop to have more space. When I did, trying as much as possible to keep my profile turned away so he wouldn't see my little boner. I felt nervous, suddenly I wanted desperately to escape and go home and feel my penis, and I was afraid this dude would see my embarrassing hard-on if I stayed. I changed my mind when a voice came from besides me, "That looks like fun, new game?" "Yep," I answered kinda fast, mostly because I wasn't ready at all to get to know him better. The dude had moved from his bench and was now sitting next to me and I hadn't even notice him move. I got a more nervous, it was unusual for me a man his age showed interest in me and my games. "I often see you down here playing, I thought it must be when you get a new game, what's your name?" he asked. It was just what I didn't need, a hot older dude who wanted to talk to me, but at the same time I was curious enough. What he was up to and why? "Anthony or Tony," I answered quietly. "That's a nice name, mine is Brandon it's nice to meet you," The handsome dude said. The introducing stuff made me feel so uncomfortable and didn't know what to say. I whispered, "Cool," such a good word to use in every situation, because it like covers everything without having to say much at all. So get the picture, we were sitting on this bench, a fourteen year old boy and a handsome dude and he started talking to me! Wow, I didn't know what was happening to me. Brandon had a friendly, warm voice told me he was new in town and studied medicine and wanted to become a general practitioner. I was impressed, really, but just nodded my head. Well, that's my way of saying I was listening. Suddenly I froze, he touched me! While he was talking he moved the hair near my ear and suddenly said surprised, "Wow, you have a ear ring." No kidding, I have one since I was ten, just a tiny little silver one. Well, my mom making fun of my tight shorts and my dad was making fun of my earring. I didn't know who was worse. Dad of course, because he just didn't understand me. He told me an ear ring looked girlish. I told him pirates wore earrings too and you bet no one told them they were girls. But I didn't say that to Brendon, "Yeah, I have." Brandon said, "I like it, you look cute." Really he said that: 'you look cute!' I didn't think of myself as cute, but others did sometimes. I'm fourteen, remember, I was not a little kid anymore. Everything in me resisted, what could I say to make sure he took me more seriously. "Thanks," how lame could it be, I just felt hopeless talking to strangers and saying what I'm really think. The weird thing was I didn't want to put him down, I wanted him to stay. I didn't get on, grab my bike or leave, I just sat there. "Would you like to go get a drink at the terrace?" Brandon suddenly asked. I didn't know, after all he was a stranger. Just some minutes ago he was looking up my shorts and he was calling me cute. Now he was inviting me to get a drink, the terrace was right in the middle of St Jacob's Market, so no risk there. I had no money but my Laptop was expensive, I never thought about man going after boys. Okay, they warned me, and I knew about it. I heard things on the TV and at school. I knew you don't hop into strangers cars, I knew they can tricky, so you don't accept rabbits and you sure don't go anywhere with them. I knew all that, but I was curious. I was a nice student, a real dude, who wanted to become a doctor. I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "Okay sure," I packed my Laptop away and walked with him to the middle of St Jacob's Market, how bad could it be. I was getting a Coke and some snacks, it saved me spending my pocket money. We sat on the terrace, he had just coffee and I had my drinks and snacks. "So what game are you playing, Tony? Brandon asked and I tried to explain, which seemed almost impossible. Adults don't understand such games. Brandon smiled and told me about the games he had as a kid and we chatted about other things. I totally forgot about him looking up my shorts. I didn't have to say much, he didn't seem bothered that I didn't and happy to just talk about anything. I just nodded or said yep and nope or a few short sentences. I think about a hour passed and he had to go back and finish something he told me he really enjoyed my company and hoped we could do it again soon. I agreed and was polite and that was the end of it. ================== St Jacob's Market ================== For weeks I did my Saturday ride to the city and played my games on my laptop. Brandon would either be there or come a little while later, and he always invited me for some kind of lunch. Always there was that first part where he sat opposite me and had a good look at me. It didn't bother me at all, if I had to be honest I was even sitting the way so he could always have a good look inside my shorts. Was I teasing him? I had no idea what was so interesting to peek, what could he see? One Saturday I was at St Jacob's Market again. Brandon was sitting on his bench as usual and I glanced over. I saw he knew I was sitting there, one leg underneath me, but now I had propped my right leg up and my arm was wrapped around it, holding it in place. I was just wearing a tight white T-shirt and light blue shorts. The thin material of my shorts were gathered in such a way that, he could see straight up the leg of my shorts. Yes, all the way up to the point where he could see the flesh of my upper thigh and the edge of the elastic of my white briefs. I did it intentionally, although I had no idea why I was doing this. I sat in just the right position that my briefs were pulled slightly away from my thigh, and I thought this way he could see a peek of skin, most likely my scrotum. Okay, you are right, I couldn't be sure, but I had his full attention now. Well Brandon never told me he was watching me because he was turned on by my body, Maybe my slim boy body with my shorts, exposing my white underwear turned him on. My older brother wore mostly white briefs or boxer briefs. I asked my mom to buy me blue and white briefs, but I did not tell her it was to please a complete stranger on St Jacob's Market. Of course not! Mom gave me money and I went shopping with Brandon in mind. I had no clue what was happening to me, Brandon had often gotten sneak views up the leg of my shorts, or of the waistband of my underwear, in a strange way I wanted to please him. Brandon enjoyed the waiting, and watching... that was all I knew. The next Saturday my penis was nearly fully erect, but there was no way anyone could see it with the way I was seated. My legs were folded under me and I was leaning into the arm of the bench on my right side. While Brandon watched me I lowered my hand and gently rubbed the underside of my thigh and secretly I longed he would do the same for me. My fingertips drifted down further, down to the leg band of my briefs, and my middle finger gently rubbed along the edge of the leg band and the bit of exposed skin before returning back up the course of my naked thigh. I didn't shave myself for a week down there and I hoped he could see a hint of my peach fuzz. The next time my hand trailed down toward my shorts, and lingered there a few seconds before repeating my previous rub across the soft material. But this time, my hand remained in that position. My finger rubbed along the crevice between my briefs and my leg. I touched myself with Brandon not far away from me. Unintentionally, I inhaled sharply as I ran my finger across the smooth skin there, slightly pushing the leg band further from my body, and Brandon looked at me directly. With my hand where it was, he still couldn't see anything, but I knew he would if my hand moved back up. I didn't, I'm not really sure why, but there was something exciting about showing off and his eyes told me he liked it. In a month things changed, Brandon was chatting like normal when he suddenly asked, "What's your favorite color?" I answered him, "I like all but mostly blue. Pink way too girly for a boy, how come? What's yours?" I wasn't really sure where that question came from. Brandon smiled at me, "Me too, I like blue and I'm not into pink either, you were wearing a tight blue T-shirt last week I was thinking how nice it looked on you." Brandon answered but he seemed a little nervous or something maybe because he said something about my tight T-shirt. I knew my T-shirt was tight, the tight cotton outlined my boy nipples and he had seen a part of a my belly button as it peeked from over the rim of my shorts. He had reached his hand across the table and put his hand on top of mine and as he talked he was kind of rubbing my finger with his thumb. Well, not the coolest thing to do but not really uncomfortable. He kept rubbing my fingers with his thumb, he looked across at me way more nervous than I had ever seen him and whispered, "I was hoping you might have some blue undies you might wear next week." Wow, I didn't understand was why it was so exciting about my undies. I just sort of stared at my Coke but I was thinking. Well, I have navy blue briefs with white dots on and then came my totally prudent reply, "I'm not sure, maybe," Brandon just smiled and got nervous, instead of a nice, friendly chat and a game of whatever, he was playing peek-a-boo with my fourteen year old boy's tent in my briefs, and I was sure he wanted to see my penis in the flesh. He squeezed my hand and went back drinking his coffee. I knew that 'maybe' was the smartest reply, but its not like I wanted to say. I was sure and wanted to say, 'Oh yeah sure, I will.' Maybe I should have got up left and never seen him again, but I didn't, I couldn't. Instead I just said 'maybe'. My idea, daydream maybe, got clearer. I imagined I had gotten a hard stiffy inside my briefs and showing it to him. Only a boy like me could make up something like that. I shifted on the bench and felt my penis growing. Suddenly I was afraid my hard penis became obvious. When that happened sometimes, I always blushed. Brandon noticed as I blushed and now he looked at my shorts. He noticed the outline my little boner. Brandon's hand went down and he touched himself. This happened many times before, but I didn't pay much attention to it. When my penis bulging or tenting, and it happened many times, he touched himself. I felt a knot in my chest. My heart raced. My sudden realization of the situation surprised me. I looked at Brandon and blushed even more, I felt caught. He looked at my little bulge and blushed too. In my mind the dam broke that had been holding back my sexual thoughts and desires. Now, I wanted to do something with him, showing him my penis. Mainly I wanted to see Brandon's cock, and suddenly that idea was as exciting to me. Something turned on inside me that had been off for a long time. Whatever it was, it set a goal for me. Each time I adjusted myself, I smiled. Same for each time Brandon did the same and I flashed a bigger smile when I saw his tent for the first time. =================== Brandon's apartment =================== You know what? That next Saturday I had my shower, got ready to go over to St Jacob's Market and what did I do? You are right, I got the navy blue briefs with dots. I put them on, them my wide soccer shorts and my tight T-shirt and off I went. I was doing exactly what he wanted and I shouldn't, but I did. Just like a normal Saturday Brandon came and sat opposite of to me, before he came over on, but there was no invitation to have lunch. I was not sure what to do, I had no money to invite him. Brandon suddenly asked, "How about we go over to my apartment for a while, it's not far only about a ten minute walk. We can have some lunch there, relax a little and you can check out my computer, what do you think?" Brandon raised his eyebrows a little, I thought it was his hopeful look. In a minute I clicked my game off and looked up and down St Jacob's Market. Brandon was still a stranger, oh yes, stranger danger. My penis was painfully hard as it strained against my briefs. Wow, it throbbed happily away, knowing the answer. We talked and knew each other's names and some things about each other, well, we were no longer strangers were we? We actually became friends. You just plain shouldn't go with strangers, was Brandon a stranger? A strange discussion in my confused mind but like always my mouth didn't come out with the right thing to say. Instead my normal shrug and I answered, "I guess I could for a little while." Not a smart thing to say, for sure! You have to know I still never felt scared of Brandon. Sure he liked my undies and that wasn't a secret anymore. Well, I'm not the smartest kid in the universe, but not the dumbest either, if something or someone annoys you, then you don't go along with what they ask. I did go along with it, fuck all those questions. It just happened like this and it was somewhere deep inside of me very exciting to agree. There was heaps of boys on St Jacob's Market any day, but Brandon kept taking notice of me, maybe that just made me feel a bit special or something. Well, I was flattered that Brandon trusted me enough to talk so openly but, two things worried me. I was afraid that I wasn't giving him all he needed, although I had no idea what he wanted. More troubling was that I didn't know what I wanted myself. I was increasingly difficult to conceal my attraction to him and to maintain the innocent friendship we had since we met. Brandon had a pretty awesome apartment close to the Royal Botanical Gardens, once inside I saw was really nice and comfortable furniture. Brandon lived a shared student house, but had his own apartment. I looked around the room and was surprised to see pictures of boys my age in their underwear and swim trunks. I was curious and looked at them for a while. Brandon observed me and said, "Just make yourself comfortable, baby," He opened a door and retrieved a fresh package of chips. He brought the package to the kitchen table and told me, "Help yourself, Tony." I smiled at him, "Thank you, Brandon." He smiled at my polite answer. Brandon noticed that I was steeling glances at the pictures and he asked, "Do you like them?" I did, but was embarrassed to say so and didn't have a smart answer this time. He explained to me, "Some people like to look at young people, and it okay." I did know that, but it was new for me to see pictures of boys at a wall of a living room. My attention was divided between watching Brandon and watching the pictures. I was amazed to see boys that looked younger than me playing on the beach in their undies. I looked at Brandon and asked, "Do you take a lot of pictures?" Brandon smiled, "Sometimes I do! I like to take pictures of boys like you." I looked at the pictures at the wall. One picture showed two young boys outdoors in the nude. I was fascinated looking at this young boys playing with each other being nude. I never did any skinny dipping myself, I only saw other boys naked in the showers at school. Looking at these pictures not only fascinated me, they both had very nice little bodies, but looking at them made my penis get hard. I wondered if I would dare to pose naked if Brandon would ask me, "You look hot, baby. Would you like a glass of cold Coke? I've got some in the fridge!" Brandon's words snapped me back to reality. The double meaning of 'hot' didn't hit me, but I'm not stupid. We were in the kitchen, and he was getting two glasses off the shelf. "Oh-oh-yes, thanks!" I said, and realizing that my thoughts had given him a visible tent in my shorts I sat at the kitchen table. Brandon poured the drinks and moved them to over. Brandon smiled at me, before returning to the kitchen counter. When he returned, he placed one glass in front of me. "It's nice to be in a warm cozy house on a day like this," he said. I responded without thinking, "Yeah." He moved his chair back and stood up, he headed for another room. A short time later he returned and asked me, "I bet you are busting to check out my computer, little one." Brandon smiled at me, he had this way of keep adding things in like cute, little one, sweety or baby. It annoyed me at first, I thought he was teasing me because of being a small boy. He kept making me feel as if I was baby but he had always been like that, and I stopped fighting it and adopted it in a way. I wanted to be a boy, his boy? but not a silly little baby. I figured it was just his way, sometimes I wanted to say that's not cool, but I didn't. "Sure that would be cool," I answered looking at the computer on the table as Brandon sat down on an office chair. I stood next to him as he did and he reached for both of my hands pulling me gently, in some seconds I stood between his legs facing him. "How about we get you a little more comfortable, baby boy, before we start?" Brandon said as he rubbed his hands up and down my arms softly. He was pushing it too far, calling baby boy. At least that was what I thought, I was just young, but not a little baby, but again I didn't say it, you know me by now. I came back with my very smart reply, "Okay, I guess so," As soon as I said that, Brandon reached down and began to untie the laces on my trainers. I could have told him I never bothered untying them a just pulled them straight off, but I didn't. It made sense to become more comfy, normally I would take my shoes off as soon as I was at home. Brandon didn't stop there after he pulled off each trainer, he lifted each of my legs and pulled my socks off. "Up with those arms, baby boy," Brandon said as he reached for the bottom of my T-shirt. He lifted the bottom edge of my shirt a bit, just above my belly button, exposing my tight little belly. I tilted my head and looked up to his face, there was a nervous smile on his face, and I really needed to think this out, there was something about that 'baby boy' thing again to make it worse. You know me very well, I said nothing and I lifted my arms up like a baby boy, letting Brandon take off my T-shirt. I haven't been undressed for the last years and never by someone I hardly knew. I just stood there letting him take of it and finally my mouth come out with something half smart for a change, "I do know how to dress and undress myself," I said staring at Brandon as he folded up the T-shirt and put it on the floor next to the chair. "Of course you do, sweetheart," Brandon smiled as he rubbed up and down my arms softly again, "but you don't mind me doing it, do you?" he asked as he bow forward and kissed my tummy, just above my belly button. "Do you want to take your shorts off or would you like me to it for you?" He looked at me, he saw my shorts tented with my obvious little erection but I was making no attempt to cover myself up. Surprised I asked, "Why?" Brandon smiled, "That way I can have a good long look at you." The weird thing was the way he talked the sound of his voice made me feel like I was some little kid. "What do you mean?" I asked, sounding truly clueless and from my lack of reaction to the way Brandon was touching me, maybe he thought I was accepting, but I really had no idea what was coming. I wasn't sure what to think or say. Brandon wanted take of my shorts? Where did that come from, what makes him think I want to be half naked anyway? This was way out, but how could I say no? "You want me to don't you, baby?" Brandon answered popping the top button on my shorts then unzipping them as he slowly began to pull them down. "Yeah," I answered and my voice was kind of weird and shaky. I was surprised by my own words. What was I saying?! I said 'yeah' did I want him to pull my shorts down? I got to be going totally nuts or something. This dude was undressing me and I said 'yeah' and I knew my face was feeling hot. Believe me or not, but he wrapped his arms around me, placing them on my hips, putting his fingers just under the waistband of my shorts, and I felt my shorts twitch from excitement. As Brandon pulled my shorts down to my ankles I stepped out of them! I smiled a very small, very tight shy smile while my face continued to blush. Yeah, just like a good little boy I stood right in front of him. I stepped out of my shorts, not scared by Brandon. I was totally confused by myself. I just didn't understand how I had got down to standing in front of him in my navy blue briefs. No, he never threated me or made me, I could have said 'no' but I didn't. I had no way of knowing what was on his mind, but my little erection at least gave him a clue what was going on in my mind. "That's my little boy, that's much better you're a real little cute boy aren't you?" Brandon spoke softly as he ran his fingers up and down my chest, he touched my nipples and I shivered. Then his fingers went across the top of the elastic on my navy blue briefs. Brandom went on so soft and gentle, his touch made goosey bumps on my arms. Brandon put his hands each side of the inside of my legs pushing slightly, not hard or anything but enough, and I moved my legs apart, only because I guessed that's what he wanted. Just like before I didn't have to I could have just stood the same way. "Your such a good boy, Tony." Brandon said softly as I watched him looking at me and he ran his finger up and down just as lightly on the leg elastic. Brandon's finger just missed my boy balls each time. I was still covered by my briefs, but it was right then I suddenly thought he could see where my penis was and even my little boy nuts. My briefs only covered me up, they didn't hide the outline and I knew that's what he was looking at. "Turn around for me, Tony" and you got it, I turned around feeling Brandon's hand rubbing my ass cheeks and I knew without seeing it, that was what he was looking at. Facing away from him I thought this was the scary part. I felt his hands rubbing my bottom and knew where he was looking at. I was asking myself what I was doing, but I knew the answer, I liked what he was doing! It was all right, but you didn't understand it, Brandon undressing me, a man was touching me! Somehow it was so gay. I wasn't stopping it, what did that make me? I never looked at boys or thought about them and girls were just plain aliens. I just didn't want to know them at all. I stood there and Brandon reached for the remote and switched the TV on then handed me the controller as I took it he lifted me onto his lap. It felt really weird, but not uncomfortable. I felt awkward but a few minutes I was playing the game. I clicked the start of the game and began my race at lightning speed. It didn't take long for me to cruise the finish line first and I started the next. I made circles, chased and that made Brandon laugh and I played more games without rules or limits, without winners or losers. How simple, but it was fun. It felt good to play his old games in his living room. For a while Brandon rubbed my naked back, I really liked that, it felt still weird. It felt good his adult hands were bigger and a little bit rough, which really itched my back good. Sometimes he squeezed my shoulders softly a couple of times and he ran his hands up my sides. I jumped, I was mega ticklish on my sides so he stopped doing that. By now I was feeling pretty spaced out and relaxed. He put one hand on my belly and pulled me back, so I was laying against his chest while I was playing. He only rubbed my belly and I felt happy about it. I think it was cool to play the game this way, he just didn't have the right games for it, as I put the controller down, Brandon rubbed his chin on the top of my head. "I love you being here, Tony. Do you have to be home at a certain time?" Brandon spoke softly from behind me. He had never asked much about home, but he knew I was a only child. "We have two rules. I always have to be home by half past six on Saturdays. Don't worry, I don't get in trouble if I'm a few minutes late but I would if it was like 30 minutes." I answered Brandon half watching the TV as I did. "Well its only just coming up to two, so we are fine" Brandon said as he started rubbing my belly again, "and the other rule?" I had to think for a minute then I remembered it, I didn't say where I was. "I have to tell them where I am." I shook my head, "I didn't. They think I am on St Jacob's Market and will say I have been at the shop and riding around or playing with a friend. Don't worry, it's cool" It's not like I was totally dumb and I guessed Brandon was just checking, but I already knew you just didn't go telling your parents, you were hanging out with a man twice your age. I think Brandon was happy with my answers, he just squeezed my arms and said, "Good boy, how about we kick back an watch some tv?" That was cool with me I just laid back against Brandon watching TV. He kept on rubbing my belly all the time, but with his other hand moved the hair near my neck and a few times kissed me on my neck and shoulder. Being kissed like that felt weird. I couldn't stop thinking this was really 'gay', boys don't kiss each other, do they? Each time he kissed me he whispered things in my ear. "Are you having a good time here, baby boy?" or "That feel nice, baby?" when he moved his hand around on my lower abdomen. Well, how do you answer such questions? Well, I was happy watching the movie and the tummy rub felt nice. I was not sure about the kissing, really I didn't know what to think about that. I mean, that's a love kiss and men and boys aren't supposed to do that. I was totally confused when I thought about it. I hesitated only few seconds and by the time he looked at me, I smiled and nodded. He said softly, "It's okay, it's your first time. You tell me what happened." I nodded confused, "I...I'm sorry. I didn't know you wanted to kiss me. Uhm..." Brandon whispered, "It's okay, we have time. We can just look if that's what you want to do." I looked away, my face was burning red and I looked at the picture of the naked boys at the wall, "Well....I wanna," Brandon touched me gently on the arm and he looked into my eyes. He saw my uncertainty and he had me figured out in an instant. I felt caught. In my mind their was a battle, it was about my own feelings. I was afraid to be different, but I was different and unable to change what. I liked or who I was, a boy. I needed Brandon to reassure me, maybe someone to love me and to guide me. "It's okay, I understand what you feel, baby. I was that way too and it took me a long time to understand and accept it, but now it's fine. You having you here and makes that even better. That's fine, it's wonderful." Brandon said smiling and rubbing up and down my arm. "I've never...." I stuttered, "but I've wanted to... but I just..." Brandon reassured me, "It's okay, what do you want me to do? I can make you feel good and then you can go if you like. You don't have to do anything back." My lip quivered and I felt stupid and a baby. "But...that's what I want...want to do," Brandon asked, "Have you ever been with another boy or man before?" I shook my head in denial, "Not till now," and I laughed nervously. What did I say? What did I want? I wanted to say it, but I couldn't. I had been so barren from my emotions and from physical affection. I would love to receive some tenderness from him and I remember in that moment thinking: 'Wow, Brandon wants me to do this. I can be myself, being his boy and he will not get angry or push me away.' All of a sudden everything was clear. I didn't know if that was good or bad, I needed Brandon to continue. Whatever, as long as I liked it was okay. Brandon looked at me and said, "Then let's make it special, okay?" I nodded and moved up against him and my soft face brushed his face and seconds later his lips met my lips. I was still a strange feeling, I had never kissed a man this way. We didn't kiss long, just a little kiss. Things were about to change again, I was laying back against Brandon, my legs were between his legs. They were sort of crossed at the ankles had been since I had played the game. I think because part of me knew he might try put his hand down there. So far he hadn't done anything more than run his finger across the top of my briefs plenty of times. He never went lower and what he said next came from nowhere, he lifted me a little higher onto his lap so my head was resting against his left shoulder as he whispered in my ear, "Put your legs over mine so they are spread nice and wide for me, baby boy," and he kissed my neck. This was the moment. I mean, it wasn't hard to work out why he wanted me to do so, it had to mean he was going to touch down there, he didn't say so, my legs were already spread wide open for him. My head felt a little dizzy from trying to think. Well, I hated it, being a little thinker sometimes. My body had taken on a life of its own. Looking at my smooth legs and I watched my left leg as I lifted it and hook it over his leg. Without thinking, my right leg did the same, no kidding. I did it just like that. "That's my baby boy, nice and wide," this time Brandon kissed my cheek and I felt my whole body go tight as he reached down and put his hand between my legs. I felt the warmth of his hand through my briefs on my nuts and penis, "Just relax, baby" he said softly as I watched his hand he had it flat now and was just lightly moving it up and down on my boy balls. I think my eyes were wide like saucers, I was biting on my bottom lip trying to stop my panting. I felt so weird, I felt panic afraid to get a stiffy. "That's my boy, let's get that little dicky nice and hard, so you can show me you hard-on" Brandon whispered again in my ear. All I did was making baby sounds, baby talk, he didn't understand me. I was just lay there watching his hand making my little boy balls sort of tingle. I heard his voice in my ear, "Yes baby, show me you hard dicky," and the softness of his voice made me feel so far away and nothing else seemed to be important anymore. I just nodded my head, which is just the same as saying with my incomprehensible baby words, "Yes, please, Brandon make my dicky hard." I'm not a weak, but I surrendered and felt like a little kid, a baby with him. Brandon was a boy lover, I had my imagination and didn't care anymore. My will power waned and I did want to do everything unknown. It was scary but in the end, there was really no choice, I was going to go and do my best to have a good time with him. As Brandon kept touching me, it wasn't long before my penis was totally hard. I felt a little uncomfortable as my penis pressed against my briefs. Brandon's hand felt so good and I was a bit spaced out. Hell believe me, it was a man's hand made me feel that way! The next few minutes happened like I was a far away. It just happened, no thinking about it, no escape, I couldn't stop myself. I obeyed his voice, his warmth, his kindness. Brandon could see by now I was excited and hard as he touched my throbbing penis, "Show me now baby, show me your hard dicky," Brandon watched me as my hands reached for the front of my briefs, lifting them up and pulling them over my penis. I tugged at my briefs and they fell below my boy balls on their own accord. My penis was so hard now. My penis slapped against my belly and was now pointing right back at me. I exposed myself for him and Brandon saw my penis for the first time. "You are a little cute penis, baby. It is for sure sweetheart, beautiful... " Brandon said as he reached taking my penis with his finger and thumb and began to stroke my penis up and down. Cute, sweetheart, beautiful these are not cool words for a boy and its only my penis, but it was like something special to Brandon. I didn't had hit puberty but I my penis was cut and my nuts were the same as any other boys, I guessed. My breath stayed shaky as Brandon kept stroking up and down on my penis, at first every muscle in my body ached because I tightened them. Brandon stroked me and I relaxed more and more, until sometimes my legs tightened against his legs. Sometimes I felt myself holding my breath and sometimes I had to take a deep breath. I felt embarrassed when my muscles kept doing weird things, and my breaths started to get deeper. I started to want so bad to move up and down moving my penis faster between his fingers, I knew I was getting real close to that feeling... you can make happen, but then I couldn't go on. I was too shy and nervous to let that feeling just happen, I didn't want Brandon to see me wriggling around when the orgasm would happen. I let go of the front of my briefs which I was still holding down for Brandon as he stroked, Brandon didn't say a word, I just took his hand away. "I have to get going," my shaky voice suddenly said, it was close to five o'clock. I could have stayed maybe another 15 minutes and got home in time still. I wondered if Brandon would do something because he knew I was real close, but he didn't. "You're right baby, it is getting late, let's get you dressed again." And he did, Brandon totally dressed me in my clothes again. I said I could ride home from there but he said he would feel a whole lot better if he at least walked with me to St Jacob's Market, so he did. I said just, "See you," and he said "Bye Anthony I really enjoyed today, ride home safely!" Suddenly I was the same fourteen year old I was before, but there was a lot to think about. Hope you liked this first part of my diary. Thanks for reading. Anthony AnthonyNifty@gmail.com