Date: Fri,  7 Apr 2006 21:15:06 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Friend of the Family

Friend of the Family
By: Aberration

All the usual disclaimers apply.

This is a story involving consensual sex between the principal characters,
which may include grown men and underage boys. If this type of story
offends you, or is not to your liking, then leave now. This is not true. It
is merely a figment of the author's imagination. The author does not
condone unsafe sex, and absolutely does not encourage sex with underage
people no matter the form.

"To keep the truth to ones self, is not a lie."

Your comments and critiques are welcome at aberration@hush.com

The summer between sixth and seventh grades will probably remain a landmark
within my mind until that part of me longer exists. Monumental is the
descriptive word that comes to mind, for not only did it mark the
progression from child to young adult, it was also the first occasion where
sex burst upon the scene. Gone was the giggling, whispering and tawdry
playground banter, along with "Show me yours" games and naive explorations
of pre-pubescence, as my twelfth birthday approached.

I'm Esteban, that means `crown' in Spanish and that's what my mother says I
am to here, the crown of achievements. It's just me and my mother, we don't
know where my father is, he was declared `lost at sea' from the fishing
boat he was working on. It's been hard, there's never a lot to go around,
but we do okay. I'm well liked, my teachers say I'm very bright, the girls
are always pestering me and the boys all seem to like me too.

I've heard the word naive, but I never really understood what it meant
until Dan came to visit us and I suppose it was mother's fault, she should
have had `the talk' with me. I don't think she could manage it, so the only
education I had in sexual matters was the playground bravado of the other
boys and girls.

Dan Merriment was a friend of the family and had served in the military
with my father; I had heard the story of how my father had saved his life
during a training exercise. I was very excited when my mother had told me
of his impending visit, for I had seen a picture of him and he was a very
handsome man.

Lately I'd begun to notice that, handsome men, young adults and even a few
of my friends seemed different somehow. Sometimes I'd get this funning
feeling all the way down in my little balls and I discovered erections, at
all the wrong times it seemed. I had no idea what it was, or that it was me
that was different, but that would change very rapidly.

I'll skip most of the gobble de gook, except to say that this man was even
more handsome then his photo and from the very instant his hand took mine
gently in hello, I wanted to be around him every waking moment. When he and
my mom would go out without me, I was jealous and would pout and be angry.
Until he'd come back and sooth things over, I never could stay angry with
him for more then a few minutes.

He was `on leave' from his merchant marine ship as it was in dry dock for
two months and had scheduled just a couple days with us. I thought it was
mom he stayed for, I knew they were getting close, but I was soon to
discover the truth. I was overjoyed he would be remaining over with us and
promptly suggested that he stop sleeping on the sofa and share my room,
that my bed was plenty big enough. I had no idea I was playing right into
his hands, he even put up a little show of rejection, but mother thought it
a splendid idea and I heard her try to whisper that he might be able to
`talk' with me.

That first evening was so exciting that I nearly hyperventilated while
changing into my usual cotton shorts and t-shirt I wore to bed. My eyes
never left him as he striped naked and for the first time ever I witnessed
a fully naked man and goodness sakes was he ever all that, ripped and in
fine shape. He seemed to take his time, which of course I didn't know was
so I could stare, finding appropriate night wear and when I finally asked,
he floored me by saying he usually slept without anything, he called it Au
Natural.

When I squeaked that I wouldn't mind if wanted to do that now, it would be
alright with me, he got the biggest grin and told me he hoped that I was
going to say that. My mind was whirling and I wasn't even aware of the
erection that tented my shorts as he pulled up the covers and lay down next
to me, naked as the day he was born.

When he commented that I must really like him a lot and nodded toward my
groin I thought I would die of embarrassment, not that I actually knew it
was embarrassing, I thought something was wrong with it, like a handicap or
something. He saw my distress immediately and quickly covered us up and
tried to comfort me, then pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.

I was flushed and confused, it felt so strong and comforting, I laid my
head down on his shoulder, calming down almost immediately. He held me
tight, one hand gently rubbing my back and when I took as breath I could
smell his very essence. I t was the most intoxicating aroma I'd ever
experienced, a little after shave, his manly sweat as the evening was on
the warm side. I didn't even realize at first that his other hand had
started gently gliding over my buttocks and that he was taking in my own
fragrance with deep in takes his nose in my quite lengthy hair.

Then I realized he was whispering to me, explaining that nothing was wrong,
it was quite normal for a young lad like me to become excited when seeing a
naked body, after he'd asked if his was the first. When I still didn't
understand and said so, he told me all about erections and that soon I'd be
growing up, pressed further he went on to fill me in on the details about
why a penis gets erect and why it would get that way.

Still unbelieving, he explained that it was for making babies, and exactly
how that act was performed and seeing my disgust explained that someday I
would feel different, but that it could still be fun without having to make
a baby. Again seeing my confusion, he pushed a little, on the pretext to
`see if I was normal', so I allowed him to lower my shorts, exposing my
little four inches, rampantly stiff from feeling his naked body against me.

Declaring it beyond normal and in the range of beautiful he reached out and
took it between his fingers and thumb and softly squeezed it a couple of
times and hearing my excited exhale, explained that this is what he meant
by fun. The feelings were beyond anything I'd ever been subjected to and
was quickly overwhelmed by the intense exposure. He warned me it might feel
like I had to pee, but that it was suppose to feel that way, all the while
slowly increasing his manipulations of my not quite twelve year old
erection.

In the time it took to explain, I could feel it welling up, beginning in
that same spot that caused butterflies when I see a particularly sexy man
or boy, right behind my robin egg sized testicles. I squeaked out my
feelings and he sped his fingers up, taking beyond the tingling, right into
my first sexual awakening. The warmth and feelings of pleasure exploded
beyond belief and my eyesight went bright with the intensity. I could feel
my whole body tense and become tight as violin string. From deep inside
came the need to push something out and my little hips started bucking in
instinctive response as little grunts of pleasure escaped from my throat.
Hearing him cheer me on, telling me to become a man, then feeling my balls
being pulled and tugged I hitched up in a tight, taut reflex and from the
base of my little cock straight through the shaft rocketed my first mass of
not quite mature semen that blasted from the lips of my penis and flew
straight up and plopped back down onto my left nipple. Three more times I
grunted and three more pellets of my boy cum splattered over my chest and
belly, until I collapsed back onto the bed and passed clean out.

My first orgasm and I couldn't even enjoy the after glow.

I didn't wake up until morning. All alone and wondering if it had all been
a dream.