Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2020 09:50:00 -0700 From: "Jason Ford" Subject: The Deal -- Chapter 1 The Deal By James Forbes This is an 18-chapter series of (partly) fiction created for the entertainment of interested adults, partly based on my experiences as a youth. Please read no further if you are underage, if this is illegal in your area, or if you are offended by explicit sexual stories. Names and locations have been changed. This would have taken place in the pre-AIDS era. The main focus is on physical and psychological domination, submission, various punishments and kink. If you enjoy this kind of story, please show your appreciation by making a donation to Nifty Archives. Go to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. And if you need a good sub in the San Diego area, or have comments on the story, contact me at jasbike1@gmail.com. Chapter 1 -- The Boys Across the Street I was lucky to grow up in a suburban neighborhood in Washington State, on a private lake surrounded by wooded areas, and on a street with a few horny boys younger than me. There were no girls in the neighborhood anywhere close to our ages. My first experience was at 13, with Danny, a 12-year-old neighbor, at his instigation. The shock and thrill of seeing him naked, his perfect strawberry blond body, is something I'll never forget. It continued with another neighbor, Andrew: blond, tall, with dark eyebrows and a huge dick. They were both hot but only into fairly vanilla stuff, at least at first. That all changed when Danny's younger brother, Scott, tricked me into situations that became sexual. Over a period of about five years, his control became total. This is mostly that story. The odd thing is that I was probably always gay. Even before having any sex, I was looking at the volume H in the World Book Encyclopedia, because it had plastic pages of the human body. I skipped right over the female one and would secretly look again and again at the male body, one see-through page each for skin, muscles, bones, and blood vessels. Eventually I'd turn a final page and see his dick and balls, much larger than mine at the time (I was 12). Between that and falling for every cute boy on TV shows, from Eddie in Eddie's Father, to the younger brother in Flipper, to the adopted son in Little House on the Prairie, how I didn't realize I was gay is beyond me now. But back then it was my secret. I was the only one, as far as I knew, at least until that day with Danny. I had just started seventh grade and had started puberty, with tufts of hair at the base of my dick. I had no idea what was happening. And I had my first wet dream, of course about a boy on TV and seeing him naked. One hot late summer day, I was across the street playing at a toy construction site with Danny, digging with shovels and Tonka trucks. Strawberry blond, with an easy smile and a quick laugh, I had started to notice his ass in 501s and boots, digging in the dirt. We never talked about girls, or anything sexual, but that day he suddenly said, "Follow me into the woods in five minutes," and off he went. It was so out of the blue. All of us four boys had spent time in those endless woods, building trails, damming up creeks, and chasing each other along fallen trees. It was our completely private playground, far from any homes. So I waited a few minutes and looked for Danny up the trail. Maybe he was going to smoke, look at his dad's Playboys or something and didn't want anyone to see. I could not have been more shocked: There he was at the top of the hill, completely naked, his dick as hard as a rock. My heart beat like a hummingbird, I began to sweat, and thought I was going to faint. I walked up, and he took my hand and put it on his dick. I knew he wanted me to rub it, so I did. Even at 12, he had a thick bush of darker orange pubic hair, a dick nearly as long as my 6.5", and large, tight balls. He had no other body hair yet, which made the pubes stand out even more. How did he know I would be interested in that, in him? He came quickly, right into my hand, then immediately threw his clothes on and ran down the hill into his house. We never spoke of it. A few months later, again at his suggestion, I followed him into a large playhouse on the edge of the woods behind his house. It had cargo netting to climb, a trap door, and was totally private. It was there we both got naked, and he showed me how to give a blowjob. I blew him, then he repaid the favor, which was out of this world. I had hoped our encounters would continue, but they fell off. Fortunately, and again this was a complete surprise, Danny and Scott's neighbor, Andrew got into the act early the following year. I was 14 by then, and Scott and Andrew only 12. Andrew invited me over to his house one day, and his parents weren't home. We played cards on his bed a while, then he said he was going to take a shower. I didn't follow him, fearing a negative reaction. But a few minutes later, Andrew came back in only a towel. He looked me square in the eye and dropped the towel, revealing a thick, cut cock longer than mine, hanging balls, and the start of a dark bush, which matched his eyebrows and contrasted with his light blond hair. As he looked at me, he asked, "Do you want to take a shower with me?" I immediately followed him into the bathroom, stripped, and jumped in. We traded blowjobs and felt each other up. It was fantastic. As I left his house, his mom drove up and waved. My stomach flipped over, thinking about how lucky we were we didn't get caught. Even if things had ended there, it was a great introduction to gay sex. But it got way more intense, and went down a dark spiral when Scott and I started spending more time together. He was the same age as Andrew, 12, but much smaller, with brown eyes and brown hair. It all began so innocently, but quickly became something that kept me awake at night with anticipation, excitement, and fear. Maybe Scott found out about me from his older brother Danny, or from his friend Andrew. And I never knew how Scott learned to do all the depraved things he dreamed up to do to me, and to make me do for him. And each time I thought he couldn't possibly dream up any other punishment or torture, he surprised me.