A Lesson to
Remember
by Ashley
Hardric ©2005
ahardric@gmail.com
This story is fiction. That means it is not true. (Duh.) No
boys were involved or harmed in the writing of this story and no trees
were sacrificed. The author does not condone sex with boys; he
just writes fantasies about it. Further, sex in reality requires
caution and protection, but my characters won’t catch any bad bugs
unless I write them in. Be safe and legal in the real world, and
enjoy the story only if you are of age and location to legally do so.
**This story is the property of the author and may not be reproduced
elsewhere (i.e. other than Nifty Archive) without his
permission.**
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I hugged his skinny body tightly, and stroked his smooth tummy
and chest. He hugged back, and laid his head against my
shoulder. A few minutes ago he had given me his very first
blowjob, and he was tired.
I took his little cock gently in my hand, admiring its slight
upward curve as it stood nearly perpendicular to his naked body.
Barely ten minutes had passed since his last ejaculation and he was
hard again already. What he lacked in size, he made up for in
stamina.
Donny was a “late bloomer” physically; at eighteen he looked
about five years younger. Incredibly thin, he could have been a
poster child for the Anti-anorexia Foundation. His arms sported
nearly no muscle, and his chest showed only ribs. His skinny legs
were thinner than many men’s arms. No beard or moustache yet,
just a little light brown hair on his lower legs, a few wisps under his
arms, and a very modest bush of mostly straight pubic hair were all
that had come in so far, and that just recently. His penis seemed
to be still growing -- we hoped!--, but his balls had reached
full size. And he had just become one hell of a cocksucker.
We had climbed to the peak of a local landmark, Nelson’s Pointe,
and found a secluded half-cave near the very top. The trail
stopped quite a ways below, and our little love nest was totally hidden
from any close view, although we could see across the valley forest for
miles.
Earlier, we’d been working on some of his stories -- he’d asked
my help to get caught up in my fiction writing class before the
mid-term. We needed undisturbed time away from interruptions, so
we’d met this warm Sunday afternoon in the park picnic area at the base
of the Pointe. As we worked on his writing, the line between
fantasy and reality blurred, and he revealed a deep longing for the
love of a father he’d never had. He also seemed to have some
major sexual issues that he’d not dealt with.
He told me how his late physical development had been a source of
constant pain for him during junior high and high school. As the
other boys gained pubic hair and growth spurts and ejaculations, Donny
had been left behind, a teenager trapped in a little boy’s body.
Puberty had not arrived until he was 16, despite his near desperate
attempts to coax some cum out of his diminutive dick. His doctor
assured him all was well, that he was simply on the extreme end of the
“normal” range, but that hadn’t done anything to ease things for
him. And, as if Nature hadn’t done enough to him, he’d also
temporarily developed small breasts after puberty did finally start
when he was a Junior.. He told me that in the locker room he had
been the target for every kind of rude and raunchy remark only high
school boys can dream up. “Guys would come up and squeeze my tits
and call me names,” he told me. “Sometimes they’d pick me up, one
on each side, and another boy behind me would reach thru my legs and
pull my penis back and squeeze my balls, and they’d hold me up and say
‘Look at our little pinup. Isn’t she pretty? Two dollars a
fuck; five dollars for head.’ One time someone had a
digital camera and they took turns taking pictures nude with me, making
me hold their hard dicks by twisting one arm behind my back and
squeezing the hell out of my balls. They showed the pictures all
over school. It was horrible.”
Sometimes they kept him out of the locker room until after the
bell, saying “You have to have a penis to come in this room, little
girl!” and stuff like that. Once after gym class, some of the
football jocks had picked him up naked and wet from the shower and
carried him down the hall to the girl’s locker room and thrown him
inside the door. He’d had to run back down the hall stark
naked, and he hadn’t quite made it inside as the bell rang and the hall
filled with kids.
“That wasn’t the worst, though,” he told me, his eyes tearing a
little at the memory, and his voice breaking. “You promise you
won’t tell anyone?”
“Of course I won’t. You know you can trust me,” I
answered, putting my arm around his shoulder and giving him a
reassuring hug.
“Well, the worst time was in the shower after school. I’d
stayed after school for open-gym -- they had open gym every Wednesday
and I liked to play volleyball -- and I was getting a shower
afterwards.” He gazed into the distance, reliving the memory, and
then continued in a barely audible voice. “The same football
jocks who threw me out of the locker room nude come in to the
shower. Of course they start picking on me. I try to ignore
them, but they’re too big and they‘re getting right in my face. A
couple of them have hard-ons, and they’re huge. I try to leave
but they won’t let me past! Then one of them grabs me from behind
by both arms and pushes me against the wall. He pushes his hard
dick against my ass a few times, and then drags me out to one of those
low benches in the drying-off area. He’s so strong I can’t do
anything to resist -- you think I’m skinny now, you should have seen me
when I was 16. I looked like most boys did at 11. So
anyway, this guy drags me over to the bench and pushes me down over it,
face down. My head is hanging over the bench, my hips are on top
of it, and my feet are on the floor. One of the other jocks pins
my arms to the floor by kneeling on them and squeezing my head between
his legs -- I can’t go anywhere, and I’m so scared about what
they’re going to do to me. Then one of them says ‘Who’s got the
faggot lube?’ And then someone is rubbing my asshole, which feels
really strange. And then one of them gets down on top of me and
pushes his dick into my ass. It really hurts, and I’m crying and
trying to get up but the jock keeps me pinned and I can’t move and the
guy in my butt is fucking me and fucking me and then I feel him pulse a
few times and then he pulls out.” He was sobbing now, as he
continued his horror story.
“ ‘My turn,’ says one of the others. Before he gets
on me, though, he kneels down next to my face, grabs me by my hair, and
shows me his massive cock. It looks about a foot long and three
inches thick. ‘Look at this beauty, little girl,’ he says.
‘All nine inches are here for you. Kiss it for good luck.’
And he shoves it into my lips, and then gets up and mounts me from the
back, and rams it in me with no warning at all. I feel him
inside me so far I’m sure his cum is gonna shoot out my mouth.
When he’s done the third guy goes. The pain is just constant now,
and I don’t care much what he does to me. And then the last guy
-- the one who grabbed me in the first place -- gets on me and starts
to fuck me. But this guy goes slow and easy, and after he’s in he
reaches around under me and grabs my dick, which to my surprise is hard
as a rock now. So he’s squeezing my dick and fucking my butt and
it still hurts but it feels good, all at the same time. And then
I have an orgasm -- still dry, but it feels great -- and he comes in my
butt, and then pulls out. So they leave me there and tell me
they’re gonna do the same thing to me anytime they find me in the
locker room.”
“That was a horrible experience,” I told him softly. “I’m
glad you shared that with me. Is there any more?”
“Well,” he said, his sobs subsiding, “then I went back into the
shower to clean up. There was so much cum in me I had to let it
drain out for about five minutes. And I was bleeding some,
too. But the thing was, even though it hurt so much it felt good
at the same time.” He was silent for awhile, and then in a small
voice said, “Maybe I really am a girl. Maybe I’m one of those
people trapped in the wrong sex body. Maybe that’s why my body is
so screwed up.”
I hugged him again. “Just because you have a body clock
that’s a bit slow and you are confused about sex doesn’t mean you’re
not a real boy,” I told him. “Some boys like boys better than
girls, but they’re still boys. As far as I can tell, you’re 100%
male.” I pulled him to his feet. “Come on, let’s get
a little bit of exercise. It will stimulate the creative
juices. Let’s climb to the top of the Pointe.”
So we’d walked up the trail, and then on up to the rocky summit,
where he found our cave.
“Look at this, Mr. H! It’s really cool!”
I climbed after him, clambering over some huge boulders until I
found where he was. He’d discovered a lovely little natural
shelter, enclosed on three sides and recessed into the rock, but open
to the view out over the valley. “This,” I said, “is awesome --
in the proper sense of the word.” We both sat down and leaned
against the smooth stone. I put my arm around him, and he
immediately snuggled into me as if he’d been doing it all his life,
laying his near arm in my lap. I pulled him closer and brought my
other hand to rest on his middle. We sat in comfortable silence.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said about liking boys,” he
said after a couple of minutes. “I guess I do like boys better
than girls. I’ve never had a real date with a girl. I
always figured I was too skinny and ugly and little for any girl to go
out with me. And to tell you the truth, I was never much
interested in them. I get turned on more by cute guys than by any
girl.”
“Do you think maybe you’re gay?” I asked him.
“I’ve been afraid to really think anything like that,” he
said. “It’s like, if I actually admit that maybe I am, then I’ll
be all wierd or queer or something. I don’t even know what I
mean.”
“Do you like the idea of having sex with boys?”
“Well, that’s what I think about when I jerk off, mostly. I
really get turned on by the idea of having my cock sucked. And I
think I would like to have a guy’s dick in my mouth, too.”
“How do you feel when I do this?” I asked him, moving my hand
around on his chest and down to his stomach and on to his crotch, which
was beginning to bulge a bit.
“Fantastic,” he said. “Do it some more.”
I continued the caress, dropping my hand between his bare legs
and gently stroking the soft inner thighs. He opened his legs to
give me more room, and I snaked my hand into the leg openings of his
shorts to find his balls. He groaned with pleasure, and started
to breathe hard. I untied the drawstring of his gym shorts and
pulled them down and off, Donny arching up to assist me. I left
his Jockey shorts on for the time being. His prick was straining
against the cotton bikini, and I gave it a quick squeeze before moving
back up under his tee shirt across his smooth tummy to his chest.
Without a word, I pulled the tee off, and went to work on his nipples,
kissing and licking and teasing them to full erect state. I
worked my way down to his abdomen again, stroking the straining rod
through the cotton, cupping and caressing the balls too. Then I
pulled the bikini briefs down and off, and he lay before me totally
naked, his petite penis nearly vertical. I went down to savor the
sweet taste of adolescent boy, and he could hold back no longer.
No sooner had I sucked his little throbbing rod into my mouth, but he
came, bucking up against my lips, shooting strong streams of cum from
his ample balls into my mouth. I held it in my mouth, and moved
up to kiss him. He opened his lips, and we shared the taste of
his pleasure. And then I gently urged him down to my own raging
erection.
He repeated everything for me that I had just done for him.
Starting with my own shorts, he unzipped me and took my adult hard-on
out -- I seldom wore underwear if I could avoid it. He held it
for a moment, and then began stroking it, gently touching the head,
moving down to the very bottom, caressing my balls. Then he
pulled the shorts off, and returned his hands all the way up my legs to
my crotch, going over and over the inner thighs and driving me crazy
with desire. Then he continued upward under my shirt, which he
pulled off, and attended to my nipples, my neck, my stomach, and back
down to my prick. He licked it up and down like a melting
popsicle and then licked my balls with his delicate tongue. He
sucked them into his lips and gave them a wonderful mouth massage and
then returned his attention to my stiff rod, working his way from the
base back up to the top. When I thought I could stand no more, he
took my swollen head into his mouth and sucked and licked and sucked
and licked. I took hold of his head and held him steady as I
began to fuck his face, finding a rhythm with him that was totally
natural. As my ecstacy mounted, we increased our speed
until with a cry of joy I erupted into his mouth. Probably the
most intense orgasm of my life flooded into his mouth, more than he
could swallow, three, four, five streams of thick creamy cum.
Some of it leaked out of his mouth and dribbled down his chin.
I pulled him up to me and kissed him again. Once again we
shared the taste of our love-making. I wiped the cum off his chin
and fed it to him. He eagerly licked it off my fingers, and then
sucked on my fingers for a few moments more.
“That was incredible,” he said. “That was better than I
ever imagined. Both parts. I can’t believe I’ve finally
done all that.”
I stroked him gently, my hand moving down again to his little
penis. It was hard again.
“Doesn’t this thing ever get tired?” I asked him.
“Occasionally,” he said. “It’s kind of like the Eveready
bunny. It keeps going and going...”
“Yeah, well, good things come in small packages,” I said.
“Pun intended. As I said before, you’re 100% boy. Forget
that shit about being a girl in a boy’s body. Sexual preference
has nothing to do with gender.” I gave his stiff prick another
squeeze, and kissed him on the mouth again. “Let’s leave some in
there for you to jerk off with tonight. We better get
dressed and go back down. You still have to finish your story for
tomorrow.”
“I feel like I can write anything now,” he said. “I have
never felt this good in my entire life.”
“So you think you might like to do this again?” I asked.
“Might like to?” he replied. “If you don’t let me have
another chance at it, I’m gonna die from ruptured balls! We can
do it again, can’t we? Please??”
“Of course we can. Maybe not here, but we’ll find a
place. Where will you be this Summer?”
“I guess I’ll take a class or two; I’ve got no reason to go back
to my mom’s house. She’s all wrapped up in her own social whirl
and has no time for me. So I guess I’ll stay in the dorm.”
“Maybe we should think about alternate living arrangements,” I
said. “Like maybe you could live with me this Summer. Think
about it.” And with that, I pulled on my shorts and shirt,
slipped on my Tevas, and as soon as he had done the same, we headed
down the mountain.
Neither of our lives would ever be the same.
The End