Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2017 23:37:33 -0800 From: Alexi Kotyonok Subject: Secret Boyfriend Chapter 1 Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based on a real, living or dead, person. This story will include explicit scenes of sex between adult and a minor under 18. If this topic disturbs you, please do not read any further. Secret Boyfriend -Alexi Kotyonok I've always been small for my age. This never stopped me from joining in with the other kids and getting up to mischief, but I was the one far more likely to end up up the tree or in the hard to fit spot for hide and seek because I tended towards slightness. As the middle of three brothers, all a year apart, we were a lot for my parents to handle. For the most part we were released into the neighborhood after school to play with our friends, but not too terribly overwatched. It was the middle 90's, so we'd all heard 'stranger danger' and to find an adult if anyone approached us who we didn't know, but otherwise just be kids. I was 9 the first time any of that play reached into the realm above 'Hey look, we have dinkies!' that my friends and I giggled about. I was in the creek that ran through our neighborhood looking for tadpoles (my favorite of many impromptu pets that I brought home with me often), when Sydney came through the thrushes. Sydney was a neighbor of ours, about 17 then, who was on the water polo team. He was tall, had long blond hair and a tan and in the Nevada heat wore as little clothing as possible. Usually a tank top, shorts and flip flops. I thought he was very handsome, and he'd always been nice to us kids by throwing our stuff back to us when it ended up in his yard or just hanging out while keeping an eye on his two sisters. That day I was alone in my tadpole capturing efforts (I imagine that it grew boring for the other kids to spend long enough being still to get the tadpoles to come back after scaring them off getting into the water.) and smiled up at Sydney. "Hi Sydney!" I greeted, slowly raising my hands out of the water with two wiggling tadpoles caught in them. I set them down in the Big Gulp cup I had been given for expressly that purpose as the regular kitchen glasses had been restricted from animal capture after a lizard had pooped in one. "Hey Danny." He smiled, peering at my haul. "Man, you've caught a lot. What are you going to do with them?" I grinned up at him, "I have to put them back tonight. Mom says that bringing them over to visit is fine, but that we don't have the resources to keep them." He nodded. "Seems like a lot of time for so little reward." I placed my hands on my hips and stretched. "Probably, but this keeps me from getting sunburn." I said, nodding to the overhanging branches in this part of the creek. He tilted his head at me, "I guess it does. I didn't realize how pale you are." I was too. Pale skin, longer black hair and big grey eyes. At 9 I was just under 4 foot, and was about 50 pounds. I grinned, "Yep! I am even paler under my clothes." I told him innocently. Sydney's smile grew slightly, "I find that hard to believe." Goaded, I lifted my shirt and showed him my stomach, which was indeed even whiter than my face and arms. "See? Dad says I don't have much melanin in my skin." I said, lowering my shirt. Sydney laughed, "Well, that's a word I didn't expect a kid to know." He said, squatting down. Usually by now he'd have left, but he looked like he might actually hang out, and that made my stomach wriggle like I had swallowed a tadpole. "I bet that's not the palest place on you." He grinned. I frowned, "Really?" He nodded, "I bet you're even paler on your ass." That startled a giggle out of me. "Mom says I shouldn't use that word, that it's my 'bottom'." I explained. Sydney grinned, and I made my way over to him when he beckoned me; big gulp safe on a rock across the creek. "Honestly, my mom does too. But I'm almost an adult now, so I just use it anyway. Do you say stuff like that with your friends when your mom isn't listening?" I crawled up the bank and sat on a rock next to him, looking over the bank. "I think everyone does, my Dad says things that my Mom would yell at me for saying when she's not around to us." I divulged. He grinned, "Like what?" I bit my lip and looked up at him shyly, breaking my sworn confidence with Dad to not tell anyone he said stuff. "He says the lawnmower is a 'Motherfucker' when it doesn't want to start." I revealed. He guffawed, "I can see that." I smiled, pleased that this guy wanted to spend time talking with me. "He told me his boss is a 'dick', and that he's 'shtupping' his secretary while his wife is pregnant." That made him outright laugh, "Did he? Well, that's pretty fair. I always thought that calling people dicks was weird, just calling people 'penis's' like that's a bad thing." I nodded, "Or when people call each other 'cunts'." That was a favorite of my Uncle Terry, though he didn't know I heard him muttering about his ex-wife, then checking the dictionary. Sydney choked, before wrapping an arm around me in a half hug, "You're just full of surprises, aren't you Danny?" I beamed up at him, blushing a little at the praise. And his arm around me. That was also blush worthy. He grinned down at me, "I always forget how small you are." He said, jostling me a little bit. "You always seem bigger when you're talking." I laughed, "My brother Chris says I have a big mouth." Sydney laughed, "Be careful with it, people like sticking things in big mouths." He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I blinked up at him, "Like what?" Sydney laughed, "Well, when you're a bit older someone might want to put their dick in it." I frowned, "Why? That doesn't sound very nice." Sydney shook his head, "It's actually really nice, it makes the person with their dick in your mouth feel really nice. It's called a 'blowjob', or a 'bj', though you don't really blow - you mostly suck, like on a popsicle." I was still frowning, "That seems weird, why would it feel really good? Does it feel really good for the person sucking?" Sydney snorted, "You're probably too young to understand - which isn't a bad thing! But when your body matures, your privates start to feel nice when they're touched. For both girls and boys, when someone puts their mouth on your dick or pussy, it feels really good until it feels like one of the best things ever for like 10-30 seconds. That's called an orgasm, and boys tend to shoot white stuff, sperm, out of their dick's hole when they have one." I knew a lot of the words he was using but the context didn't make sense, "I thought boys put sperm in a girl's vagina so it could reach their cervix and try to have a baby." He nodded, "Sometimes. But that's just one kind of sex, there's lots of kinds of sex, sometimes it's just with your hands, or your mouth, or just rubbing together, or having sex with someone in their vagina, or even having sex with someone's butthole." Sydney's worldliness was greatly increasing in my book, "Why would a girl want to have someone have sex with her butt?" Sydney rubbed his hand on my shoulder, "Some girls like it, others don't. But boys really like it, or can, not all guys like butt stuff either. It feels really nice both doing butt sex to someone and having someone do it to you." I nodded, "Like gay stuff." I made the connection. I grinned up at him, feeling a bit worldly too. Sydney nodded, "Yeah, but not everyone that does 'gay stuff' is gay. Some guys like both girls and guys they're usually called 'bisexual'." I was thoughtful, "I don't know if I know anyone who is bisexual, most of my friends don't even like girls yet, let alone know if they like guys." He nodded, "I didn't know for a while, but I found I liked both when I was about 12." That made me super happy, "I've know I like boys since I was 6." I told him, happy to have someone to tell. My parents knew I liked boys, but they said to not act on it unless the boy told me he liked boys too. Which hadn't happened in the three years I had known. Sydney grinned down at me, "No shit? I always thought you probably did, your very sweet and most sweet boys like other boys." "Mom says that it's okay that I like boys but that I shouldn't tell boys I like them unless they like boys too, because not all boys like boys and it can make them uncomfortable." Which I could understand. Also there were people that really didn't like gay people, even if no one told them that they liked them. Sydney nodded, "Your mom's right, some people really don't like it. Their loss though, a cute guy like you liking them would be really flattering. Especially with your big mouth!" He laughed, and I laughed too. It didn't feel like he was making fun of me at all, which is what I worried about with being gay-ish, because I was different. "Thank you, Sydney." I leaned into his side more. He pulled me close and kissed me head. "No worries, Danny. You're a good kid, maybe when you're older you might like me too and we could hang out." He grinned. I looked up at him, startled. "Really?" "Yep." He nodded, "I think you're cute, but you're still pretty young, even if you've liked boys for three years." He grinned, "Besides, people would probably not be okay with you having a 17 year old boyfriend." I bit my lip, looking up at him. "But what if I like you right now? I don't have to tell anyone, we could be secret boyfriends." He blinked down at me, before smiling. "Then I'd be pretty flattered." He said, slightly quieter. I blushed and averted my eyes, clinging a little bit closer to him, feeling him pull me closer as well. We sat there for a moment, enjoying the closeness, before I frowned back up at him. "Does that mean I can put your dick in my mouth?" The sound Sydney made was very close to what my older brother Chris did when he choked, sneezed, and coughed all at once. "Oh Danny, the things you say!" He laughed, "I think that we should probably start with something a little less illicit and see if you like that first. There's a difference between liking someone and wanting to suck their dick. You don't have to suck someone you likes dick, or like someone whose dick you're sucking." I thoughtfully nodded, leaning further against Sydney and looking at the creek. Sydney's hand continued to rub up and down my back and soon he started scratching with his nails gently. This was perhaps one of my favorite things, ever, (remains to this day), because back scratches are the best and I snuggled closer making happy noises. Sydney chuckled, "Well, this seems like a good place as any." Before shifting me up and into his lap, which surprised me, before continuing to scratch my back. I giggled, wrapping my arms and legs around him, resting my chin on his shoulder and making happy noises. He laughed a little, and started to gently massage my shoulders. No one had ever done that before, but Sydney was quite good (He'd had professional massages done to him as he was a pretty good athlete, I'd later find out), and I started wiggling around with how nice it felt, which caused Sydney to moan himself and hold me shoulder still for a second before pressing my bottom down into his lap. Which was illuminating because there appeared to be something large there. I blinked up at him curiously. "Sydney, what's in your pocket?" Sydney blinked down at me and I started moving my thighs to rub me against it, "In your pants." Sydney's eyes widened before he laughed, "That's my boner, Danny. When a guy is enjoying themselves in a cuddling or sexy way, their dick gets hard and it's called a boner. I'm not entirely sure why, but it is." "Like when you have to go to the bathroom in the morning?" I clarified, because that was one time I knew that mine got hard. Sydney smirked, "A bit." I nodded, continuing to shift and rub against his boner, finding the sensation interesting against my own shorts. Sydney breathed harder, hands moving on me before settling on my hips. "That feels really good Danny. So good, infact, that if you keep doing that I am going to have an orgasm really soon." I blinked up at him, surprised. "Really?" He nodded, his face a little pink. "Oh yeah. Your little ass on my boner is a very nice surprise, and those can make you orgasm pretty fast." I tilted my head thoughtfully, "Do you want me to stop?" He laughed, "No! No, I do not, I am really enjoying this. But if you want to stop that's okay too." I grinned up at him impishly, "Maybe I want you to orgasm with my ass." That made his eyes widen and he moaned, hands flexing on my hips and ground up against me with his boner. I grinned and pressed down, rubbing my bottom against him with more pressure. I watched as he closed his eyes and started moving my hips with his hands, moving me faster against him. While I wasn't particularly aroused, I did enjoy watching him as he started humping against me. I placed my hands on his chest and leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. Sydney made a startled noise, blinking down at me when I pulled away. "Is that okay?" I asked uncertainly. He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine, smiling at me. "That was great, you just surprised me." He leaned forward and kissed my lips. It wasn't like my parents kissed, on the side of the mouth, but it also wasn't like in the movies where it looks like they're trying to eat each other from the teeth down. Instead, he pressed his lips to mine and moved his lips, and continued to press me down on his boner, which felt much harder now, and I pressed closer to him, trying to kiss him back. He made a noise and pressed me further down before pressing really tight against my bottom and jerking his hips a few times, making grunting noises. I blinked up at him, confused, when he then held me still, slowly rolling his hips against me before going still and relaxing. I frowned, his face flushed and his eyes closed again, sweat on his brow. "Are you okay, Sydney?" I asked tentatively. Sydney breathed deeply, before leaning forward and kissing me again, much more like my parents this time, and nodded, "Yeah Danny, that was me having an orgasm with your ass." He chuckled, slowly opening his eyes and I realized that instead of blue eyes like I thought he really had green eyes. I looked at him surprised, "Really?" I asked. He nodded, "Yep. You're ass feels pretty amazing." He said, shifting his hands from my hips to move to cup my bottom with his hands, kneading them a little bit like he had my shoulders. I giggled, the sensation weird. I smiled up at him, blinking through my lashes, "I'm glad you like it. It's one of my favorite assets." I grinned. Sydney stopped, looking down at me, before snorting out a laugh. "Oh my God, did you just make an 'ass' pun?" I laughed out loud and nodded, "But wait, there's more!" I said, wiggling again. Sydney moaned and reached for my hips, stilling me. "Hold on a sec, Danny. After a guy has an orgasm, he's really sensitive. If you rock like that right now it's going to hurt me a bit." "Oh no, I'm sorry Sydney!" I apologized, moving my bottom away from his crotch. Sydney smiled and leaned forward, kissing me again. "That's alright, Danny, you didn't know." I moved up and kissed him again, enjoying the feeling of having his mouth against mine. We cuddled for a little longer, kissing, before he shifted back. I smiled down at Sydney as he laid back with me straddling him, his knees behind me so that I could lean against them. "Did I do okay?" I asked, curious, reaching my hands down to rub on his pectorals. They were pretty big, especially compared to my 9 year old build, and Sydney smiled up at me lazily, hands moving to sit on my thighs from my hips. "You did amazing, little dude." I grinned, before laying down on him, snuggling close. "I'm glad."