Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 08:56:42 -0400 From: Lytle Peters Subject: Matt Clarke, Part 1, Adult-Youth The great thing about the local newspaper in the mid-sized Virginia town where I was living was how the editors made a concerted effort to balance the national and international wire stories with local human interest stories and photos. This was in the early 1980s, so the local newspaper was still a viable source of news and a record of the town's people. While the staff photographers were required to shoot car accidents, fires, countless "grin and grabs," and fundraisers, they also got to publish regular photos of the town's citizens just going about their daily lives. May 8, 1982 Today's issue is a classic example of local journalism. On page A2 is a photo of a magnificent tree in one of the town's parks, and in that tree is a boy wearing shorts and a t-shirt and sneakers. He is hanging from a limb, about to drop to the ground, so his shirt is pulled halfway up his torso, revealing his flat belly and bellybutton. His long brown hair is hanging around his face. The caption reads "Matt Clarke, 11, son of Maria Clarke, enjoys the warm spring weather in Hudson Park on Tuesday." It's a very revealing caption. Matt is 11. His parents are divorced. He lives with his mom. They both use the Clarke name, so. . . a quick look in the phone book white pages (remember this is the early 80s) shows Clabber, Clack, Clark, Clarke BT, Clarke Clarence, Clarke Lionel, Clarke M. That's it. As I enjoy a leisurely lunch, I'm getting my story fixed in my mind so that it sounds natural. Casual. With appropriate pauses so that I seem to be reading off a handwritten list of poorly scribbled names. It's important to use a generic name but a popular one so that there's likely to be a connection. Justin, maybe. Or Robbie. Or Mark. No, I just have a feeling today about Justin. And even if there isn't an immediate connection, I can maneuver around that little difficulty. I've done that before successfully. As I run through my opening lines, I can feel my heart rate quicken and my breathing become shallower. Best to have a beer or two to help maintain the casual presentation. What is it called? Liquid courage? In my case, more like liquid calm. Will 3 o'clock ever get here? ********** "Hello." "Hi. My name's Rob Dickson. I'm trying to reach, uh, just a sec, trying to reach Matt Clarke." "I'm Matt." "OK, great. Matt, I'm a senior at G.U. and every year we organize a camping and white-water rafting trip for boys 11-14. . ." "I'm 11." "OK, great, perfect. So we do this trip each year where some of us guys from the university are paired up with one or two boys and we head up to the mountains. I'm calling because someone nominated you to be a part of this year's trip." "Cool," says the young voice. "So that's something you think you'd be interested in?" "Yeah, sure. Of course." "OK. Excellent. And you've already turned 11 because that's required for the whitewater rafting." "My birthday was last month." "Great. That's a fun age. I've got a lot of good memories from being 11. Now, let me see who it is who nominated you. I've got that right here somewhere. Ah, here it is. Man, it's tough to read, looks like Justin, Justin something." "Justin Martin?" "Could be Martin, yeah, you know him?" "Yeah, he's in 6th, I'm in 5th. But I've hung out with him some." Hooked him. Now to play with him. "OK, I guess that's what. . . yeah . . . it says Justin Martin on my list here. Oh, wait a minute, of course Justin Martin. OHHhhh, I remember Justin Martin. THAT Justin Martin. Of course. He was in my tent on last year's camping trip. So he's the one who wants you to go this year." "Cool." "Yeah. Of course I remember him. He is one WILD boy." Giggle. "Like I said, he was in my tent last year. It was just the two of us even though I had room for three or four. So you've hung out with him some?" "Yeah, he lives two streets over. But he's a year ahead of me." "Well, if you've hung out with him, you probably aren't surprised to hear this." "What?" "Well, it was wild. It was warm and I was sleeping on top of my sleeping bag instead of down inside it. And I woke up sometime in the night, and Justin had his hand inside my underwear, and he was, uh, he was playing with my cock." A snort. Then a giggle. "Yeah. At first I was going to tell him to stop, but what he was doing to me felt so good, I just pretended to sleep and let him feel it." A very quiet, "Yeah." "But then after a long time, I finally said, 'Justin, what are you doing?' And he kind of freezes but then he says, 'I never got to play with one this big before.' And he doesn't move to take his hand out of my boxers. He just keeps running his fingers up and down it and tickling it up near the head." Another little giggle. "'So you like playing with my cock?' I asked him, and he whispers, 'Yeah. It's really big and hard. And you've got some hair.' Now I don't think my cock is especially big, it's about six inches, but I guess that was big to him. . . ." "Yeah." "And he was having fun, and like I said, it felt really, really good. So I whispered back to him, 'I guess it's OK for you to play with it if it's our secret. Do you want to take my boxers off so that I'm completely naked for you?' and he whispers, 'Yeah, please.'" Matt doesn't say anything, but I can hear him breathing. This is so hot to be describing to him. "So I slid my underwear off and lay back and spread my legs and just let him tickle and feel and stroke my hard cock. I'm not even sure how long he was doing it. Every time I woke up during the night, he was still playing with my cock. Pretty wild, huh?" "Yeah," Matt says with a snort and a giggle. "So, anyway, it's Justin that nominated you to go this year." "OK." "And that means you'd be in my tent with me . . . and with him. Because I'm sure he'll be wanting to come again." "Yeah." "And you'd be OK with that? You wouldn't mind being in the same tent with Justin and with me?" "I wouldn't mind," Matt says quietly. He wouldn't mind! Not only is he taking in my story, but he's wanting to do the same things. Oh, yes, amazingly hot. In that sweet little voice. He wouldn't mind. He wouldn't fuckin' mind. "OK. I just want to be sure you know what that probably means if you're in the same tent with us. Justin would probably want to do the same thing with you. . ." "I don't mind," Matt says very softly. I pause and make myself count to five slowly. "So you'd let him play with your cock all night long?" A giggle. "I guess." "Well, he's very good at it. He'd probably have my six inches in his left hand and your, what, three inches in his right." Another giggle. "Probably." "Definitely, I think. So is yours three inches when it's hard?" "I guess," he says softly. "You guess? You mean you don't know? Or is it bigger? Four inches? Or maybe it's only one inch. . ." "It's almost three." "Nice. Three inches and not a hair around it, right?" "Right," he whispers. "And since you're 11, you get hard all the time now, don't you?" He hesitates. "Yeah," he whispers. "I bet yours is beautiful. Does it have a nice purple head?" "Yeah." "Circumcised?" I cannot believe I'm having this conversation with a boy I just met. "Yeah." "Perfect. The three of us will definitely have some fun. You're making mine get hard right now." "Me too," he says very very softly. "Do you like it when another boy plays with your cock?" A long pause. "Matt, do you like it when another boy feels your cock?" "Of course," he finally whispers. "Would you like it if Justin and I take turns tickling and feeling and stroking your cock?" "Yes," he whispers. "I'd. . . I'd like it a lot." "And would you like to play with my six inches of big hard cock?" "I guess so, I mean, uh, sure." "Good. I'd love to have you and Justin both feeling and stroking my big cock at the same time." "OK." "That would be really hot. Man, you've got me really hard now just talking about this stuff." A giggle. "Me too." "Mmmm. I wish I was there with you to take all your clothes off and see you naked. I might even get on my knees and kiss your hard boy cock on its pretty purple head. Would you like that?" "Su-sure." "Have you ever let another boy kiss and lick and suck your cock, Matt?" "No," he whispers, then adds, "Not yet." "I bet when you're in bed at night you tickle your cock and imagine another boy like Justin is doing it to you. Or maybe you imagine that you're doing it to another boy like Justin. And I bet you dream about a boy wanting to take your cock into his hot mouth and swirl his tongue around your pretty purple head and suck your whole cock deep into his mouth." I can hear Matt breathing. "I'd love to be the first to do that for you, Matt. You want to do something fun now?" "What?" "You've got me so hard, I wanna take off my clothes and play with my cock while we talk. Do you want to at least pull down your pants and underwear and play with yours while we talk? That would be fun. You're alone I bet, and you already said yours is hard." "Yeah." "Yeah you're hard, or yeah you'll take off your clothes and play with your cock?" "Uh, uh, both I guess," he whispers so softly I can barely hear him. "Let's do it together," I whisper back, "and then I'll tell you what I'd like to do with you and with Justin. OK?" "OK." There is a sound of the phone being set down. About half a minute later, I hear it being picked up and again Matt says, "OK." "Where are you?" "What do you mean? I'm stretched out on this couch." "Perfect. Spread your legs wide." "OK." "Now take just one finger on your right hand, and brush it up the inside of your thigh from the knee all the way up to your balls. That feels good, doesn't it? I wish that was my finger. Imagine me kneeling on the floor beside your couch. Trace your finger up the inside of your thigh again. This time I wish that was my tongue, Matt. Would you like it if I kissed and licked your ball sack, Matt?" "Yes," he says breathlessly. "Ummm. I'd like that too. Imagine if we were in a tent with Justin and you were stretched out between us. Imagine both of us licking up the insides of your thighs at the same time and our tongues meeting at your balls. Then I would keep licking your balls while Justin started licking your cock. Would you like that, Matt?" "Oh yeah," he whispers. "Then Justin would wrap his lips around your pretty purple cock head and slowly suck your whole cock into his hot mouth." "Mmmm." "Then he would start to bob up and down on your cock so that you would be fucking his mouth. And I would be licking a spot below your balls that you don't even know about yet. You would think you were going to see stars." "OK, yeah." "And then Justin after a few minutes of this might move so that he could keep sucking your cock but dangle his above your face at the same time. . ." "He would?" "Yeah, so then if you wanted to, you could reach up with your tongue and start to lick the head of his cock." "I could?" "Yeah, you could. And you know what, Matt? I think you would. 'Cause I think you're a boy who would really love to do these things." "Yeah, I guess I would." "No. You definitely would. All you've been waiting for is the chance. And this is your chance, Matt." "Justin's might be too big to suck." "Might be, but I doubt it. He's, what, 12? Maybe just turned 13." "12, I guess." "Right. So his is probably not much bigger than yours and it might still be perfectly hairless, just like you." "Yeah. Maybe." "So anyway, I've already decided to let him suck mine this year. I'm sure he'll want to try. Would you like to watch him do that, Matt?" "I'd like to watch him try it, but I don't think I could." "That's OK. I'd be happy just to let you feel it and play with it while I kiss and lick and suck you in all kinds of naughty places." "I'd like that." "I know you would. 'Cause you're a naughty boy, Matt, and naughty boys have the most fun." A self-conscious giggle. "You know how I know you're a naughty boy, Matt? 'Cause Justin chose you to come on our camping trip this year, and that's because he knows you'd like to do what we like to do. Right?" He hesitates but quietly says, "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, I want to do things with Justin and you." "Mmmm. And I want to do everything you can imagine with you. . . and lots of things you can't begin to imagine." "OK." "Listen, Matt. I'm going to go now. . ." "No, wait. . ." "But I want to call you again, maybe tomorrow, and talk some more, OK?" "But. . . OK, I guess so." This is really hard to do, but I want him to think about our conversation for 24 hours. He'll be panting for more. "I'll call you same time tomorrow?" "OK, if you really have to go." "I gotta. But we'll talk again soon. Bye, Matt." "Bye." I hang up. What a horny little fucker. I can see him stretched out naked on his couch, hard little cock in hand, wanting he's- not-sure-what except he knows he wants to hear more. With two strokes, my cock explodes over my chest and belly. ********** End of part 1. Feedback, shared experiences to lytle.peters@gmail.com