Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2011 09:26:59 -0500 (EST)
From: jtbr94@aol.com
Subject: That First Summer --Pt 1

	The following is a mostly true account of my high school years. For
obvious reasons names, dates and locations have been changed.  My name's
Trevor and my story begins the summer before my 9th grade year. There's a
couple of things you need to know about me. My dad died when I was in 4th
grade. He was hit by a drunk driver when he was coming home from a friend's
house. My mom never remarried; she said she didn't have time for anything
but work and her two children.  That would be me and my older sister
Tresa. She's three years older than me.

	My mom worked full time at a bank and so Tresa and I were on our
own during the day.  Mom's intention that summer was to pay Tresa to
"watch" me during the day. I was 13, almost 14 and didn't really need a
sitter, but mom wanted someone older around. That was the plan until Tresa
was offered a summer job at the vet's clinic. Tresa was planning on being a
veterinary some day and the local vet, Dr Lacer, was a friend of the
family. One of her Tech had to take the summer off for maternity leave. She
offered Tresa to come in and help, be sort of an assistant Tech for 3
afternoons a week. Mom didn't want Tresa to lose out on the opportunity,
but also wasn't sure what else to do.

	That's were Alex came in. Alex was the Captain and Quarterback of
the football team.  He was 6'1", sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. He was
fit as all get out. 190# and ripped. I';m telling you this, because I'm
sure you all want to know. At this point in the story though, all I knew
about Alex is he played football and was dating my sister.  They'd been
going out since last Fall when he asked her out to the Homecoming dance.

	Now a little about me. At 13 I hadn't started my growth spurt
yet. I was still only 5'3" and weighed in at a measly 135#. I have brown
hair and brown eyes. I liked a good pick up game of basketball, but I
didn't play on the team. I liked books, comics, and video games. I hung out
with my two best friends James and Kurt. James was a bean pole and Kurt was
a hefty. The three of us were all A students, played in the band and hung
out a lot.

	In case some of you are thinking it, No we didn't mess around or
anything like that. Sure, we liked to tell dirty jokes and tried out swear
words when our parents weren't around, but by and large we were just your
average middle school kids who kept our noses clean.

	Alex was cool, in my opinion. He seemed to make my sister happy and
treated her decently. He'd come over on Sunday afternoons and help with
some of the chores around the house, like one time he saw one of the
cabinets wasn't closing right. He asked my mom if there were some tools
around.  She said look out in the garage.  He came back in with a couple of
wrenches and screwdrivers and some oil and soon had it closing like it
should. From that time on, he always did one thing around our house.

	And what was really neat is he always paid me some attention. He'd
ask me to play a round of "HORSE" (we had a basketball net in our
backyard). Or he'd play a video game with me.  I don't know if it was
because Dad was gone or because he was trying to make good with my mom, but
whatever I think I looked forward to him coming over as much my sister did.

	Anyway, Tresa told Alex about our predicament. He told her that
he'd be willing to watch me on those afternoons. My mom was thrilled. She
was very comfortable around Alex after all that he'd done over the past
several months. I was excited and a little scared. Now knowing what might
be on your minds, let me explain that. This excitement was not sexual in
nature. Remember, I didn't have a dad anymore, not even an older brother.
Now, this junior (soon to be senior) football star volunteered to spend 3
afternoons a week with me. I was also a little scared for the same reason.
Whenever I was around some of my sister's guy friends, I always felt
awkward. And not just because they were juniors and seniors. James and Kurt
weren't that way. They'd joke around with the older boys and might even
rough house. But both of them had older brothers and dads. I think you'd
have to have had lost your dad to understand.


	Well I know you're reading this to hear exciting details about my
sex life. And, if I do say so myself, I think you'll enjoy what's coming,
but unlike a lot of the stories here, real life does just happen that like
that.  Alex didn't come over that first day and dangle his cock in my face
and say suck it. Nor did I even think or desire that about him. But if you
stay with me, and let the events unfold, it will come.

If you like the account so far or would like to give any critique, please
e-mail me at jtbr94@aol.com