Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2019 18:20:31 +0100
From: marc perez <marcperez@mail.com>
Subject: Boyhood memories, chapter one (Adult/Youth)

Boyhood memories by Marc Perez. I have often wanted to write this story and
there is of course more to come about Jon and I, as we progressed along the
lines he seemed to want, but most certainly always consensual, well, at
least at the start, and always good fun and thrills for the pair to look
back on in later life!

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My name is Marc and this story is of some while ago now. It starts from
when I was sixteen, and will continue on from when I became adult at
eighteen!

I was sent to an all boys boarding school when I was eight years old so got
to know all the phases of that type of upringing until I left aged just
eighteen. A lot of it was fun and a lot of it wild and exciting if
sometimes painful, but of girls we learned next to nothing, and as you will
see from this tale, sex was strictly for the older boys who really had no
option but lusting on the younger boys who of course had anyway
experimented together, and invented their own various sexy games as they
became older.

So, I am sixteen when this account starts, fit, athletic, keen on sports
especially swimming and running. I had light brown sandy hair and a good
overall suntan exept for the little area covered by our school issue
speedos which did not leave a lot to the imagination! In my earlier years I
had so admired the older boys and had let them control me in any way they
wanted, now it was my turn to look to the new kids and find one that suited
what I wanted! There were a lot to choose from!

There were in fact two schools a few miles apart. The junior school for six
to thirteen year olds, was really a feeder school for the senior school
where you started aged thirteen and would leave at eighteen, a qualified
adult! The seniour school, with near adults alongside nubile thirteen year
olds was of course a hot bed of lust and seducuctions!

I should report here that I think that I was born with masochistic
tendencies, and one day, after one of the masters had taught us about the
spartans and spartan boys particularly, the prefect i had huge admiration
for more or less adopted me as his "boy"and taught me, now at the age of
thirteen, the delights of being tied up in various ways and mastered by
someone who you desperately wanted to please! Many were the nights I would
spend in his little seperate bedroom, tied spreadeagled and stark naked
while he enjoyed teasing my body and making me get dry orgasms several
times in a night! I imagined being his slave boy and being punished, but he
was always kind in the extreme, perhaps frightened of going too far and
however much I imagined wild scenes with me strung up to be punished, it
never happened! All he seemed to want in return was for me to masturbate
him, and then, just before he left the school, give him oral sex which I
have to admit I did not care for much at the time!

But this story is really about what came when I was eighteen. I had met a
lovely boy, name of Jon from the junior school. I met him and his Mum when
on my holidays at age sixteen, and Jon must have been eleven at the time
and he was drop dead gorgeous already. He had what you might call dirty
blonde hair, blue eyes and a wonderful honey coloured tan. I took him
swimming with his mums approval and enjoyed his carefree casual attitude to
changing when he almost deliberately seemed to give me a full view of his
nudity, and one day, before pulling up his pants he turned naked towards me
and I could see he was erect and he seemed to want to show me!

But another year went by and with him twelve and me seventeen he was
seemingly becoming infatuated with me and I certainly was with him. Better
still his Mum seemed to want me to be with him and all these years later I
reckon she knew damn well what we were about and had decided it was better
to let it run it's course!

So eventually I made my move on a secluded beach one day when we were out
for the day swimming, and I put my hand over his crotch. We were both in
our skimpy speedos and he was immediately made erect and made no effort to
stop me feeling him up. I leant over and ruffled his hair and he grinned a
cheeky grin at me.

"Hey Marc, what would you do if I tried to stop you touching me there? Come
on, what would you do? Tell me, go on!" He turned his large blue eyes on me
as we sat there and grinned.

In a flash I could see my opening and maybe his obvious willingness to go
along the road I had always imagined in my dreams, so I pressed on. "You
might be surprised Jon at what I would do, and the first thing would be to
make sure you would have to do exactly what I said, and that would involve
a little game called bondage and maybe you might not like that too much!"

Another cheeky grin before he came out with, "But I might like it Marc, I
have often imagined it, but I don't think you would dare to do it!"

"Alright Jon, we will meet at your Mum's house tomorrow because she will be
at work all day, and we will see what you think after a small session.

Next day I was quickly down to his house to be met by an excited youngster
wearing just a pair of white cotton gym shortswith with no underwear
because he was clearly already tented out in anticipation of he knew not
what. I had brought a bag with suitable cord and of course my digital
camera which was quite modern back in those days.

"Come up to the bedroom."I ordered him and he trotted up the stairs in
front of me. Having got in the room I first took a length of nylon cord and
told him to turn his back to me and cross his wrists behind him. He was, as
I have already said, wearing no shirt either. He obeyed very willingly, and
seemed to like the idea of having his wrists tighly bound behind him.

So I settled on the edge of the bed and he stood meekly, hands behind him,
wrists crossed and I marvelled at the beauty of that lovely smooth tanned
back. I now firmly bound his wrists and was rewarded at once when I looked
down his front with seeing the tent of his already rigid erection. I put my
hands on either side of the waistband of his shorts to gently lower them as
he stood passively in front of me. I turned him to face me then and could
see that his rigid uncut young penis was straining so upright as to almost
touch his tummy. I stroked it, feeling it's velvety smoothness and noticing
the still utterly hairless beauty of his young body. He stood still,
looking at me with those big blue eyes and a with a slight grin on his
face!

"You know what Jon," I said, "You have made no effort to stop me, and to me
that means you deserve to have punishment for being so forward. When was
the last time you were spanked?"

"Well we did it in junior school Marc, and I was tied down and even took
some stokes of a leather belt as a dare from one of the slightly older boys
so I don't reckon a spanking is much to worry about!"

"Right then, a spanking it will be and see how you like my sort of
spanking!" I moved him to stand in front of me and putting my hand on his
chest told him to bend over which he willingly did with only my hand
stopping him with his bound hands toppling forward. "You will count each
stroke and you will be getting ten for starters!" I told him.

Now I remember, I stripped off my jeans and shirt to stand naked beside
this willing young boy, and started to spank him.

"Ouch, one Marc, ooh two, ow three, wow that is really hard!" I gave him a
small breather before three more rather harder blows by which time he was
actually crying softly, but when I let him stand before the last four I
could see it had had no effect on his erection which I now gently stroked
to give him a bit of help with the pain of the spanking.

"No Marc, please I am going to climax unless you stop that, please give me
the four more I deserve!" and he started to bend over again so I held him
with his smooth chest resting on my hand again and administered four large
heavy spanks to his now very red backside!

His response amazed me as he stood up and grinned through his tears at
me. "Well if that is the worst you can do I need not worry, but was
expecting more really!"

"Come on Jon, be honest with me, do you mean that my spanking you really
turned you on?" he went rather pink and mumbled that it had, and especially
because his hands were tied so he could not resist!" My cock gave another
spasm of twitching at the thought of what that could mean!

"Look Jon, we are both off back to our schools in a couple of days and I
think we should let it rest until we meet again when you will be thirteen
and I will be an adult at eighteen. If we both still feel the way we seem
to be going I will certainly teach you a few things when we meet and I will
make sure that you get what I think you want and what I know I always
wanted at your age!" I reached over to him and ruffled those now slightly
sweaty locks of hair and he snuggled over against me as I leant over to
untie his wrists, but not before I had brought him to a wonderful climax
which he claimed produced his first jet of clear boy cum1 then as soon as
his hands were free he did the same for me and we spent the next ten
minutes just hugging our naked bodies together.

We finally parted and arranged to meet again in the next holidays and this
arrangement became even better when my Mum told me that I would be on my
own for a month in my next holiday as she had to go abroad for a family
funeral and meeting. She suggested I might like to ask someone to stay with
me for company and I felt the stirring in my groin as she said it. i wasted
no time before asking Jon's Mum if Jon could come and stay with me, and she
was only too glad to let him come with me for a month as after all, she
told him, you will be thirteen and he will be an adult at eighteen and he
can teach you how to sail in that little boat of his!

We parted to go to our respective schools with firm plans for the next
holidays forming in our minds. I had started to realise that young Jon
wanted to go a bit further maybe than I had ever gone and he had made it
fairly obvious!

I could only hope that young Jon was looking forward to realising some of
his dreams the same as I was, but that is the next chapter if anyone
responds to this first one, and I am already remembering epic details of
what we got up together now that i was technically an adult

All comments and encouragement welcome, Marc.