Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 22:16:34 -0800 (PST) From: tag michaels Subject: Sean This story is alluded to in the DANE series found in the youth adult folder. I think it is #7 or 8. Anyhow, this is a true story, well, about 98% of it is. I do still think of him. He was truly my first love. I first met him when I was 19 and he was about 3 months shy of 15. I had just moved back from the city to live with my grandmother while I attended community college in our small town. She lived in the country about 7 miles out of town and another mile from a main highway. If it seems like we were a bit isolated, we were, no car and relying on the bus and friends or the occasional family member who volunteered to take her to town to shop. Sean was the youngest son of a lady that had moved to the neighborhood fairly recently and had befriended my grandmother. There were no other young people for miles, so his mother was quite insistent on him meeting me. I was not all that sold on the idea. She was an older lady, nice but kinda trashy and I didn't hold any hopes for any of her offspring. I was dead ass wrong on that account. When I first saw him I almost had insta bone. A big kid, he looked easily a year older than he was, he had flaxen hair and baby blue eyes with a way cute, almost babyish face that lit up when he smiled. We hit it off immediately and I soon discovered that he was more than able to beat the shit out of any boy within 3 years of his age and had fought with guys my age and older. He always won unless it was his older brother he was tangling with. He had even mixed it up with his father once and laid him out. Sean was an angry boy and had the strength, determination, and skill to back his anger up. The whole time I was with him however, he never laid and on me or even threatened to, even when I accidentally put a long scratch in his pride and joy, his 57' Chevy. As I said, we hit it off immediately as I was pretty much a "bad boy" like he was. Somehow, early on the subject of sex came up and I found that he had an ex girl friend and had reportedly fucked her a couple of times. He also admitted that he had fooled around with a male cousin of his and I got the impression that it happened much more than once or twice and that he liked it. I knew I liked boys, had for years, but done very little to act out my fantasies. I was fairly physical myself, not feminine in the least so was able to play the role of being a man's man, or boy's boy so to speak. Sean and I both liked to drink beer and one night he walked over to our house with a 6 pack, he had already been drinking. My grandmother always went to bed quite early, so we sat in the living room in the dark, well there was some light. The yard light shone through the curtains so we could see a little. We drank and chatted and I suggested he spend the night instead of walking home since he was drunk. He agreed, and so took off all but his underwear and laid on a blanket on the sofa. I could kinda see his bulge but no definition. I had noticed it before through his jeans, it didn't look small. I asked if he wanted me to tell him a bedtime story and he said yes so I quietly launched into a very lurid, sexual story. After about 10 minutes I asked him if he was hard. "Very", he answered softly. I suggested that he take his underwear off (I was dying to know, to see, to feel, and hopefully everything else, his boy charms). "why," he asked. "To give your cock room" I answered back. He didn't say anything, just put his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and slid them to his ankles, a monster cock springing out and slapping his firm taut belly. That dammed thing had to be 8 inches long and 3 inches around with massive head and it was rock fucking hard. Hanging low between his legs was a matching set of boy balls, big and heavy in a hairless sac. I was sitting level with his knees so had a perfect view. I reached out and grasped it in my hand, it throbbed to the warm touch. I stroked it a few times and asked him what he wanted me to do with it. Quietly he said "put it in your mouth". I had not sucked that much cock in my life but I gave it a valiant attempt. The head alone was fairly filling and I could only get a few inches into my mouth. I sucked on the head, and moved up and down on his boy cock, cupping his heavy sperm filled balls with my hand. I was hot in a second and he reached out and tried to unbutton my jeans to get at my cock so I stood up and stripped naked. He fondled me while I sucked on his cock and for some reason I wanted that monster inside of me. I tiptoed into the bathroom and snagged the vaseline and went back into the living room. I had never had anything up my ass before let alone a man sized dick so had no idea what the fuck I was doing. I was running on instinct and was willing to try. I greased up my asshole and the top half of his flag pole. He asked what I was doing and I told him I wanted him to try to fuck me. I needed the control so straddled his belly and lowered my hole to his raging fat cock head. No fucking way was that going into my virgin hole. He laughed at the whole thing, thought it was funny that I tried to sit on it. He teased me about that the whole time I knew him. Well, that was a failure, but I still had lips and hands and other methods, but the Gods were not looking down on me. We saw lights in the driveway and looked out to see Sean's dad's car. We scrambled for clothes, finished dressing as he began knocking on the front door. "I know you're in there Sean, you need to come home right now." He bellowed. I opened the door and he asked if Sean was there. I said he was and when Sean came to the door he told his dad he was planning on spending the night at our house. "You are coming home" and he turned and left. Sean headed out and said he would see me tomorrow. The next day he come over after school and we took a walk up our road to a power line, and walked down it about a quarter mile. I had a fuck book with me so we sat in the tall grass and I read to him. He got hard, so undid his jeans and pulled them and his briefs down to his knees. Yuuuup that cock was as big as I had thought and in the daylight it was beautiful as was his heavy hairless ball fill sac. He had a nice neat patch of light brown pubic hair at it's base, and a thin light blonde trail of hair to his navel. I asked him if he wanted me to jack him off. He said yes so I grasped onto that thing and began stroking. I sucked on it while I stroked, and sucked on it while I felt his huge balls. He said he was going to cum so I moved out of the way and jacked like mad and cum he did. What a fucking load. 3 thick jets to his chest, one on his panting belly and some dribbles down my hand. I had yet to taste sperm so did and found it was ok. I opened my jeans and he watched while I jacked off. I think that Sean was trying not to be gay or in denial about it. He would come over a few nights per week and we would go outside, or just stay inside and do a mutual jack off looking at nude magazines, hetero stuff. I tried a gay mag once but he didn't seem turned on by it. He never jacked me and rarely sucked me. I remember one time that he did. We were both drunk in the middle of the afternoon and had wandered up to the power line. He laid down on a blanket we had carried, pulled his pants down and said "hurry up Cody I can't wait to get your cock in my mouth". I dropped my pants and laid next to him and we 69'd for a while, pumping into each others mouths. I made him lay back and licked and sucked on his big heavy balls, the first time I had ever done that to a boy. He liked that a lot and so did I. We went back to 69 and sucked and jacked each other till we came, swallowing each other's hot boy sperm. As time went on, I aquired a couple of girlfriends, at the same time. I was also having a minor affair with a college prof of mine but he was way old, married, and no fun really. I was still playing with Sean as well when he turned 16 and got his pride, the 57 Chevy with a 427 motor. That fucking car was fast. Our times together kinda fell by the wayside. I left town for a couple years and thought of him constantly. I ended up moving back to my grandmothers for a brief bit and reconnected with Sean as he still lived with his mother. He was out of school and working in the woods, making great money. My cousin came over from the city one weekend and the 3 of us went for a drive in the mountains. On a dark remote country road, after some prodding from my openly gay cousin, Sean admitted he was gay and began yelling it thru the forest at the top of his lungs and laughing as though he was now loberated. We ended up stripping and laying naked on the hood of my car. I commented on his size which my cousin both admired and was intimidated by. We did some mutual sucking and jacked off. The last time I saw Sean, he had come over to visit me at my grandmother's. It got late, and somehow we ended up naked in bed. I was laying half on his chest, stroking that magnificent piece of flesh between his legs while I twirled a nipple, and he said "kiss me". I did, the first kiss I had given a man, long tender, tonguing. Both of our hearts were in it. When I broke the kiss, I looked him in those pretty baby blue eyes and said softly to him, "you know, I could easily fall in love with you." He smiled and said, "I know Cody, me too". Then he added, "I have to go to work early, and he got up, dressed and left." Sean was killed a few weeks later. He had been drinking, driving the '57 way too fast and lost control. I cried....a lot. His death stopped my drinking. It also caused me to change my major in college to counseling with a specialty in addiction. I still miss him. I know he loved me, as I loved him.