Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 15:14:43 -0500 From: milo e Subject: Peter my first boy I was 19 and in the military service. I was living with a family that adopted me while I was stationed at this lonely northern outpost. The family I was living with had a 13-year-old son named Tom whom I shared a bedroom with and through him I met Peter. Peters father had been killed the year before and I was ask to pick his family up at their camp about 60 miles away. Tom was very mature at 13 but was more like a brother and having sex with him never crossed my mine. Peter and Tom were best friends. I was warned that Peter was a very difficult child with a fowl mouth and his mother could hardly handle him. I left early the next morning to pick his family up from the lake and take them home. Peter was nothing like the kid I was expecting. I guessed him to be around 10 with blond hair and even though he had spent a lot of time in the sun he didn't tan easily. I though he was Peter's little brother till I was introduced to him. After talking to him for a while I realized he was to smart for a ten year old and ask how old he was. In fact he was 6 months older than his friend Tom. Peter was a good-looking lad and very intelligent and later in the day he got mad at his mother and I found out he did indeed have a fowl mouth. I got him off into a corner and told him off and said the next time I cough him acting like that around his mother I'd beat his ass to a pulp. At nineteen I looked 16 in fact Peter though I was 16. Well he took to me right away and when he found out I was nineteen and in the service I couldn't get rid of him. He wanted to take me for a ride in his boat before we left to go home so off we went. I sat in the middle and Tom in the front and Peter ran the boat. Peter was a wise ass, but a nice wise ass. He was a jokester and over all a nice kid. He has and infectious laugh and always found something to laugh about. After knowing him for a while I understood why he gave his mother a rough time. At his age I probably would have done the same thing. She was a nice enough woman but tried to control her son's every move. When I was around she wouldn't try to control her son and sort of left him alone. Well here we are in the boat and Tom and Peter joking around trying to find waves to bounce over. Peter would open his legs wide then close them and once when he opened them he looked at me and smiled. The next time he opened his legs I looked up his pant leg. All he had on was a pair of loose fitting swim trunks with large leg openings and I could see his whole private area. There was no lining in the trunks and Peter had no underwear on. I think Peter was displaying himself to me. He would open his legs and I saw his little hairless penis and tiny balls. Every time he opened his legs I would look and Peter would smile at me. Soon his dick was hard and he left his legs open for a while longer and I got a good view. His dick couldn't have been any longer than 2 to 3 inches and his balls were pulled up so tight in his sac it was hard to tell if he and any balls at all. He kept trying to look up my cutoff but I had underwear on and all he could see was a bulge in my pants. We spent about an hour on the lake and Peter kept showing himself to me the whole time and once he got hard he stayed hard till we had to go back to shore and start the drive home. Peter ask me to spend the night and his mom said the would be nice. Peter was into guns and hunting and that is all he talked about. When bedtime came he spread a bedroll on the floor and told Tom that was his bed for the night. I ask where I was to sleep and Peter said with me of course. Tom got into bed and Peter striped off his trunks and stood necked in front of me then jumped into bed. I left my underwear on and crawled in with him. Peter talked and talked and after awhile Tom fell asleep then Peter got quite. I though he had fallen asleep also when he rolled and put his head on my chest and laid his arm over me and gave me a hug. I put my hand on his back and held him close. I started to rub his back. I included his whole body, back ass and leg that he had thrown over me. Peter was around five feet tall and maybe a hundred pounds. His stomach would ripple up when he would tighten it up. He was over all a very active out doors type kid and I had already fallen in love with him. As I rubbed his back going down over his flat little buns I felt his dick harden and push against my belly. Peter was so uninhibited he reached under himself and straightened his hard little dick out so it would be more comfortable. We lay there for a while then Peter whispered in my ear, do you beat off? I said sure and he said I do it all the time, then rolled over on his back and started stroking his little dick. I put my hand on his stomach and he giggled and stopped playing with himself. I rubbed his stomach and slid my hand down till I came into contact with his hand. I touched his balls and rubbed them gently with one finger and as I traced upward Peter let go of his dick and I took it in-between my fingers and gently pumped it up and down. Peter laid his hand on my stomach drawing circles with his fingers and I kept pumping his dick. His circles got larger till he came in contact with my leaking hard dick sticking above the waistband of my underwear. His finger explored my head for a moment then slid his hand inside my shorts and wrapped his hand around my dick. It was like he had done this to me many times. He explored all around my crotch then asks if he could take my underwear off. My dick is six and a half inches long and a good thickness. A nice defined head that flared larger than my shaft when I would tighten up. I didn't have a lot of hair on my body, and my balls were hairless like my whole body. I hardly had any hair under my arms and just started to shave. Peter was quite after he got my underwear off. He would touch, rub explore, and run his finger through my hair then jack me off a few strokes then start all over again. His touch was electrifying and I gently pumped his rock hard little boner. His dick was a miniature of mine and if he hadn't told me his age I would have sworn he was ten. I kept a steady pace on he hard little tool and after a while Peter started jacking me off. He ask if he was doing it right and I said your doing great. Shortly after that his body stiffened and Peter let out a little grunt and I felt him climax. His butt came off the bed and his dick throbbed hard between my fingers. I didn't think such a little thing could have such a climax. I kept moving my fingers up and down his throbbing shaft giving his head a good work out as I passed over it. Peter jerked his hips up a couple more times then came back to earth. He started giggling and grabbed my hand-whispering stop it tickles. I stopped and when he quite giggling I would pump him again and he would jerk and giggle again. He grew soft in my hand and I finely quite teasing him. I had grown soft laying there waiting for Peter to calm down. Finely he rolled over putting his head on my chest and ran his hand down my stomach taking my dick back into his soft hand and started stroking me again. He said do you need to put a rag over it and I said yes. He got something out of the nightstand drawer and laid it on my stomach and went back to work on my dick. It didn't take long for me to shoot my load. I don't think he knew how far I could shoot for when I did shoot it hit him in the face before he could bring the rag into place to catch the rest. Peter did a good job on me and I jerked around enough he though I was going to wake Tom, but I knew a bomb wouldn't wake him. I paid the price for teasing him earlier for when I became sensitive he would keep running his hand over my head. Finely I grabbed his dick and balls and said I would rip them off if he didn't stop. Peter started laughing and let go on me softening dick. I wiped his face off and put my underwear back on and he half lay over my body and we sleep the night. After that I spent a lot of nights at Peters. We would talk late into the night and either he or I would start to play with the other and we would be awake late into the night talking and playing not quite finishing each other off. Sex seemed like a natural thing with Peter and I sure enjoyed our nights together. I was usually quite late when he would climax then he would concentrate bringing me off. We would always snuggle and sleep late into the morning. Peter said his mother would never enter his room and after a while I knew that to be true and I slept necked with Peter. One night Peter asks if I ever put anything up my butt and I said yes. He asks if I ever had a dick up my butt and I said yes. I ask him why he wanted to know and he told me about his friend from school. I guess they jacked off together but never each other and his friend told him everything his uncle tough him. Peter didn't say anymore about his friend after that except when he learned something new. I was surprised he never ask about sucking. I stayed with Peter and his younger sister and baby brother when his mother went out. The younger kids went to bed early but Peter stayed up as late as I did. When he took his bath, the didn't have a shower, he wanted me to be with him so he could talk and I would wash him sometimes. Once I ran my finger over his ass hole and he had a giggle fit. Then ask if I wanted to put my finger in there. I said sure, but he didn't let me. Once he showed me and enema bottle and wanted to know what it was for. When I told him, he looked at me funny then got on his knees in the bathtub and opened up his ass and said go ahead. I ran the douche tube through the soapy water for lubricant, but as soon as the plastic tube touched his tight little ass hole he sat down. He said you were really going to do it weren't you? I said sure. One night he showed me what looked like and enema bulb he had found in the barn. It was a large bulb with a large, long tube on the end. It was almost as thick as my thumb. I have no idea what it was used for, but I told him it was for large butts. Peter though that was funny and filled it with soapy water and squirted me. He filled it again and stuck his butt in the air and handed me the bulb then said, go ahead stick it in me. Peter parted his ass cheeks and I pointed the tube at his ass hole and squeezed water at it. Peter closed his ass and laughed then said chicken. I said not me you're the chicken. I wiped a little soap on the plastic tip and the next time Peter opened his cheeks I put the tip right against his hole and pushed a little in. The end of the tube was as large as his pale little ass hole, but when I pushed, it slid right in. It didn't go in far when Peter started to pull away. I squeezed the bulb hard just as he pulled off the tube and I know a large amount of bath water went into him. As the tube came out water squirted out of him also. Peter stood up and looked at me with a stunned look on his face. I got a little worried and ask if he was all right. He said you squirted water in me. I said sure did. He ask if it would come out and I said go sit on the toilet and fine out. I guess I squirted more than I had realized for when he sat down water gushed out of his bowls. Peter said gross. I never saw the enema bulb again and Peter never ask me to put anything in his ass. One night during a big rainstorm and his mom was gone for the night Peter came and sat on my lap facing me. I though he was afraid of the storm. He hugged me then whispered in my ear, I bet you won't. I said I bet I will. He said I bet you won't and I said bet I will. Then he said prove it and got up and left. I had no idea what he was talking about but knew he was playing another game probably a trick on me. After a moment I got up and looked for him. He was on his bed lying on his stomach completely necked. I walked in and closed the door and Peter reached behind himself and opened up his little ass cheeks. He had his face buried in the pillow and I said I'm not going to use the old enema bulb this time and he said I know. I noticed a jar of Vaseline on his nightstand and stripped off my cloths. I got on the bed and kneeled over his body, dewarfing it with mine. I lubricated my dick and put it in his ass crack and moved it up and down. Peter tensed up a couple of times then relaxed. He said are you going to put it in fast or slow. I said how do you want it and he said he didn't care. I leaned over him and positioned my obscenely large dick head to his small opening. He felt like fire when I made contact. Precum was flowing down his crack and I decided not to tell him it might hurt for if it did I would stop instantly. I relaxed as much as possible so my head would stay rubbery and pushed against his opening. My head started deforming and slipped into him. I couldn't see my head anymore and Peter tightened up and I expected a cry of pain, but he just relaxed again. He was so tight it was uncomfortable and wildly wonderful at the same time. I kept holding back my climax. The scene in front of me was sending me over the edge, but I was able to hold back. His little ass hole was tightly wrapped around the top of my shaft with my head just inside him. I couldn't stop myself from tightening up and felt my head swell in Peter's rectum and he tightened against me. Finely I got over the initial shock of penetrating such a small boy and started to push more of my dick in him. I couldn't believe how tight he was and how easily I was going into him. In time I was fully in him and I lay on top of his body. I reached under him and stroked his extremely hard dick. I ask him how he learned about this. He said he watched his friend's uncle pry him open. I learned being pried open meant butt fucking. I said did he do it to you? He said he just watched; only his friend knew he was watching. I ask how it felt with me in him and he said strange, but good. I ask if it hurt and he said no. I was still stroking his dick and Peter started climaxing. He pushed against me and I took about half a stroke and I think Peter climaxed again. I just pushed deeply and I came hard in Peter's hot rectum. I think Peter got scared from the way I was breathing and ask if I was all right. I said I just came in you ass. Peter got quite then asks if it would poop out and I said just like the water I put in you. I was still stroking Peter dick when he said to stop it tickles so I just held him in my hand and laid over him. I said did you really like it and he said ya a bunch. I said I can't believe you took my big dick. It was the first time I mentioned the size of our dicks and Peter said I didn't think it would go in either. Then he said I'm glad it went in. I like it in there. I was spent but Peter was so tight I wouldn't go soft and I finely slowly pulled out. Peters ass hole closed right up tight and didn't look red just greasy. My dick was actually sore from being squeezed so tight in Peter's ass. Peter had a hot body and the next two years I had his body whenever I spent the night, which was about once a week. He tried prying me open a few times and said it felt good, but he could barely get in me even though I had a skinny ass. His hard little dick did feel good, though, working in and out my opening. Peter had just started growing when I was discharged. He was still hairless at fifteen. The last time with Peter was a couple years later. I came for a summer visit and Tom, Peter and I stayed over at Peters. Tom slept on the floor as usual and Peter and I slept together. Peter had PJ bottoms on and I was in my underwear. We talked late into the night, but I got no indication Peter wanted to mess around. I would tickle him some and he seemed to get angry so I left him alone. I think I fell asleep in the middle of one of his stories and I don't know what time I woke but Peter was snuggled up against me, his front to my back. I noticed my underwear wasn't on and I felt Peter's dick pressed against my ass. I laid still and realized Peter was greasy and probing my ass hole. I didn't move but said go ahead and put it in. He said you sure. I said yes I was hoping you would want to pry me but was afraid to start. Peter said, me to, then I felt his sizable dick penetrate my ass and slid in to the hilt. I rolled over onto my stomach and he followed. He started pumping my ass with slow steady strokes. He said man this is a lot better than the last time I did it to you. I said you've grown. Peter said how'd you guess. I said cum in me it feels great. He kept pumping and said you want to pry me when I'm done and I said yes. He took his time coming close a couple of times then holding me tight, he pumped his load in me. He only softened slightly then pulled out. He grabbed a wet cloth and I took it from him, and explored his long thin dick as I cleaned it. He was still nearly hairless with just fine blond pubes, but his dick looked huge on him. Peter had grown and his dick was slightly longer than mine and thinner. It was rounder than flat and straight as an arrow. When I finished cleaning the lubricant off him he started to roll over but I said don't, just bring you knees back. I pushed his legs back over my shoulders. I lubed my dick and put it to his ass hole. I still looked larger than his hole, but as usual I slipped in easily. He had long lost the tightness of the first time, but seemed tighter than the last time. When I was all the way in Peter opened his eyes and looked at me and said enjoy, it is probably our last time. He said it has been a long time and I said sure has. I took long slow strokes taking my time and working Peter's dick at the same pace I was working his ass. Peter and I kept our eyes locked on each other and he started pushing up against me and said just like old times and he shot a sizable load for his second time. It was the first time I had ever seen him cum. I pushed hard and deep depositing my load deep in him. He brought his legs down and I came out of him. I started to get up but he wrapped his arms around me and we hugged till he started to snore. I got off him and wiped him clean and put a tissue in the crack of his ass so he wouldn't soil his pants if my cum decided to come out of him in his sleep. I put his PJ bottoms back on and got my underwear back on then lay next to him. Like when he was little he rolled over with his body half on mine then said thanks. We woke in the morning in the same position. It was several years before I saw Peter again. He had married and moved. He had two boys at the time, but had five more before he quite. We email a lot now and live on either coast from each other. He still looks about the same and we talk about the past and agree we would do it again if the opportunity were right.