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Subject: FAN CHA PHAW: SIXTEEN LOVE  (m/m, minor)
Date: 25 Dec 1994 11:47:36 -0500
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FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:
 
FROM THE ARCHIVES:
 
"SIXTEEN LOVE"
 
 
This story is from the archives of Fan Cha Phaw. This story might 
have appeared previously on the net, or in other publications.
 
This is an adult fiction story, which consists of sex and sexual 
scenes between men and boys.
 
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SIXTEEN LOVE
 
 
I fell in love for the first time when I was sixteen years old. The 
object of my affections was twelve.
 
We had just moved to St. Augustine, Flordia and I was pissed. I 
had to leave all of my friends in Indiana and venture into uncharted 
waters.
 
I had known for about a year or two that I was gay, but I had 
never been with a boy. I enjoyed the showers with the other boys 
after gym class, but looking at dick and sucking dick are two 
different things. 
 
One reason I was so pissed about moving was that I was a student 
coach for the seventh grade basketball team. It was haven to watch 
those smooth hairless bodies shower and play naked in the locker 
room after practice. I would watch for as long as I could stand it, 
and then I would go to the supply room and jerk off. I was really 
becoming friends with a boy or two on the team when we moved. 
Damn!
 
It was Thursday afternoon in June. We had just moved in three 
days earlier, and there were no boys in my neighborhood. I was 
very depressed. I stood about 5'8", kinda skinny, and my black 
hair was getting soaked in the rain. And, I do mean rain. When it 
rains in Florida in June, you know it. I didn't care because I was 
so upset. I had stormed out of the house after an arguement with 
my dad, wearing only a white tee shirt and gym shorts. I had no 
shoes or underwear.
 
I had just goten up, and since it was about 2 pm, my dad was a bit 
mad. He had come home from the office when I din't answer the 
phone for the eighth time that he had called. He rushed home , 
found me asleep in bed, and started in on me. I jumped out of bed 
wearing only the clothes I had on, and stormed past him outside.
 
I kept walking until I got to the beach, when it started to rain, 
soaking me to the skin. I just started walking down the beach until 
I found a bridge, and I stood under it for shelter. Also under the 
bridge, soaked to the skin, was Robby. When I first saw him, all 
of my anger about moving passed. He was just under five feet tall, 
and he was skinny like me. He had blond hair, and was wearing a 
multi-colored tank top and baggy shorts, with real dirty tennis 
shoes.
 
This all happened half my life ago, but the first memory of Robby 
is burned into my mind forever. We made polite conversation. I 
told him my name: Gregg. After a long time of just silence while 
we watched the rain, I decided to make a move on him. I asked 
him if there was someplace nearby where we could get dried off, 
and where I might find some underwear. Then I lifted the leg of my 
shorts and showed him my cock. His baggy shorts suddenly got 
real firm on his body. Robby said he lived down the block, and 
we could go there to dry off.
 
We ran out into the rain, and I followed Robby's cute little butt 
back to his house. It was one of those two-story jobs, and he had 
the downstairs to himself. Both of his parents were workaholics, 
and left him to fend for himself most of the time. In his room we 
stripped naked and just kinda stood there looking at each other. 
Robby was hairless and had a little pink dick. I had a nice mound 
of pubic hair, but not much more. I could tell that his dick was not 
completely soft and neither was mine. Robby staired at my dick. 
We laid our clothes on the floor to dry, and then sat side by side 
on his bed. "Want a soda?"
 
"No."
 
He knew what I wanted. He looked at my cock again and said, 
"Yours sure is big!"
 
I said, "I can make it bigger."
 
We both giggled, and then I reached over and began stroking his 
cock and said, "I can make yours bigger too."
 
I did.
 
As I stroked him, we both got hard, and then he began stroking 
my cock. I had never done anyhing like this before, and neither 
had he. We both just smiled at each other as we stroked. I then 
bent down and licked his little cock. It jumped. I sucked and 
sucked. Robby moaned and stroked my cock. Robby slid my 
mouth off his dick and started sucking mine. Then, without a 
word, we rolled back on the bed and began sucking each other. It 
didn't take me long to cum. As I pulled my dick out of his mouth, 
I shot my load all over his face and neck. I fell back dead to the 
world.
 
Robby still hadn't cum. I couldn't believe it. When he asked me 
what that white stuff was, I understood. Although he was twelve, 
he was a late bloomer. No pubic hair and no cum. I just laughed 
and told him the facts of life. When I got to the part about butt 
fucking, his dick really perked up, and he ran off into the 
bathroom.
 
He returned with a jar of Vasoline. He greased his dick and bent 
me over and stuck it in my butt. He was so short, I could hardly 
feel it. I didn't tell him that, and moaned as he butt fucked me. 
After a while longer, he shivered and pulled out.
 
We laid on the bed and talked and joked for hours, playing with 
our dicks. I came a few more times. I butt fucked his tight little ass 
once, but he said that it hurt, so I stopped and just jerked off. THat 
was the beginning of a beautiful relationship that lasted until I left 
for college. I was then eighteen and he was fourteen.
 
We still talk on the phone from time to time and have loved other 
young men.
 
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