Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2011 10:56:18 +0100 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: My Joe Chapter 1 (GM Adulty/youth + incest) Legal and Moral Warning This story involves scenes of a romantic and sexual nature between cross generational persons of the same sex, as well as scenes of physical and mental abuse on a minor child. If this type of material offends you, please do not continue reading. If this type of material breaks any local, regional or national law, please do not continue. If this type of material will upset your parents, please do not continue. Although there are sexual scenes in the first chapter, if you want to get your jollies off at a steamy sex story with loads of hardcore rampant sex afterwards, please do not continue as I prefer the character build up and the story plot rather than just sex sex sex. Hopefully I will make this a love story. Your comments a really appreciated, even in criticism if it is constructive and valid. I would also really appreciate anyone who wants to step forward to be an editor, soundboard, proof reader and general friend while I go on this journey. For comments please email me with "My Joe" in the header. To step in as an editor type person, email me with "HELPING YOU!!" in the header. My new email address is andys.stories@gmail.com. ENJOY AND LOVE LIFE! MY JOE Chapter One -- Adam's History Well, where should I begin? Do you want my whole nasty story? Not many people do. They chose to avoid me. Most of my friends that I had built up over my first thirty five years of life have come and most definitely gone. My friends from school. My friends from my social commitments. My friends from coaching a local youth football team. My work colleagues. My family. I knew I was different from all the other boys when I was young. I think I was ten or eleven when I first got horny over another boy. He was in the year below me at school. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to find him attractive at the time, but I also knew I shouldn't tell anyone. My Dad was an engineer, with a group of friends who all worked manual work. They were MEN! They had wives. They were proper people. I had good friends that I hung about with, played football down the local field with, climbed trees with and got into fights with. We were just regular lads, but I had THAT secret going on in my mind. WHY did I find this lad fascinating? He had blonde hair, blue eyes, played football for his year at our school. I know, sounds the typical gay crush in any story, and looking back I suppose he was. I later found out, when I was 20 ish, that he was a total shithead so I'm really glad I didn't ever try anything. I wasn't the most attractive lad, the most sporting or anything like that, but looking back I would have been a decent catch for any prospective paedophile. I had platinum blonde hair until the age of nine, when it darkened to a mousey brown. Dark blue eyes and a small scar across the bridge of my nose from stitches when I tried to walk before I was ready as a toddler. I was one of the best cross country runners in the county, which gave me my lean and firm frame. Is it wrong to look back at yourself in photos and think, "yeah I would?" Holidays were a true British experience for me as a kid. Father, Mother and Sister in a caravan or chalet was what I got, and to tell the truth I loved it, being from an age before the commercial package deals came in. Occasionally my sister and I would go away with other family members, one time which lead to a life-changing experience. A holiday with my Grandma, Great-Aunt and her friend in a Butlins lead me to my first true sexual encounter. I think I was eleven on this particular holiday. For some reason my sister hadn't come. I'm guessing she must have been on a guide camp as my Mother was well into that at the time. So me, my Nan, my Auntie Vera and Janet, who worked in my Auntie's pub, went on holiday for a week to Minehead in the south of England. Now you may think this is great. Being away from your parents and sister, with people who are obviously going to spoil you and let you get away with murder, but think about being eleven, your sexual awareness just beginning to blossom and having to share a room with your Nan, Great Auntie and a woman who is like an Auntie, all of whom are at least 50 years older than you. A Nan who still thinks that she should wash you!! That got shot down the first day believe you me! I don't know if many of you ever went to a Butlins type camp in the past but basically there was bugger all to do. My female relatives spent their time in bingo, or the main entertainment rooms, whilst I had the run of the camp. This was before paedophiles got the press that they do now so there wasn't any parental supervision at all. I'm so glad as well as I had two encounters that week that changed my life dramatically. One for the better, one, well, I'm still processing it. Even now, some days I think it was all worthwhile and great, other days, not. The good days was a bloke called Harry. He was in his thirties, and I met him in the swimming pool. His wife and daughter couldn't come away in this particular week. We messed around in the pool and he said that he couldn't dive, believe it or not!! Well, my eleven year old mind couldn't believe it so I spent an hour showing him how to dive in. He made me show him how to hold himself on the side of the pool and used my body as a model to make sure he got it right. Yup! He totally and utterly got me. He held my speedo clad body against his and of course various things happened to me on that first day. He was chatting away with me like he was my best friend and I was almost on the verge of going back to his chalet with him when my Nan came into the pool absolutely spitting feathers. I was over an hour late of getting back, changed and going for the evening meal. Being dragged from a pool by your ear is never a good thing!! Fortunately I was allowed back the next day and Harry was there. He spoke to my Aunt to apologise for keeping me so long the day before and asked what time I had to be ready so there was no repeat. Looking back, and if I was in the same situation, an eight hour window must have lit his eyes up. We swam, dive-bombed and generally messed about for about an hour, when Harry turned to me and told me he was getting a bit tired. Harry suggested getting out, changed and going to the arcade. I told him I didn't have any money, which he assured me wasn't a problem. Well, hey! I'm not one to turn down a free game of Space Invaders, (yup I am THAT old!) so I jumped out the pool to go with him. Harry reminded me that I had to shower so we both headed towards the shower area. This particular camp had open and closed showers, I assume so that the shy people could hide away and the more open people would shower in full view of everyone. No prizes for guessing where Harry lead me. Because of the time we had spent together, where he seemed such a great bloke, I had got totally comfortable with him. Again, remember this is in the days before there was such a large media campaign about paedophiles so I had no reservation about going into the secluded area with Harry. We got under the shower heads and Harry started grabbing me, tickling me and soaping me up to "wash" me. Of course, being extremely ticklish, I was giggling my head off, so to anyone looking in from the outside, I guess we looked like a father and son enjoying themselves. That's when his hand slid inside my swimming trunks for the first time. Even at the age of eleven I got a rock hard boner, and boy did he make it even harder. He held me up against his body and kissed my hair, my ear and cheek and spent most of the time kissing my neck. He rubbed my dick for what seemed like an age and it started feeling really good in that I was wimpering. I must have got too loud at one stage as Harry moved his mouth from my neck onto my mouth and for the first time, I kissed someone properly. I had never, to that point, French kissed anyone. Harry pressed his tongue into my mouth and I remember being surprised at it to begin with, but then really liking it. Harry must have known by that stage that I was his as he picked me up and told me that we were going to go back to his chalet. He told me that I would really enjoy what we were going to do, but that I could leave at any time I wanted to. Why would I want to do that when he was making me feel so totally funny inside?? I was loving everything he was doing to me. My Dad was never a big hugger so I was lapping the attention that this man was showering upon me. We got back to his chalet in no time whatsoever and he locked the door behind us as we got in. He had a bottle of coke, and a bottle of another clear liquid, which I later recognised as being vodka. Harry poured a big glass of it and we took turns sipping out of it, whilst he rubbed my chest and started to kiss my neck and mouth again. I seem to remember that we drank three big glasses of the coke and other drink and then being very light headed. Harry got a pack of cards out and we played a couple of games of snap before he suggested a game that involved the loser taking off a piece of clothing. The next thing I remember was we were both naked and I couldn't believe the size of his dick. I had seen the other boys in the showers at school and although I wasn't the smallest, I wasn't the biggest either, but Harry seemed to be an elephant. Harry picked me up, and lay on his back with me on top of him. Our dicks were rubbing each other and I remember him holding onto my bum cheeks and sliding me up and down over his body. Man I remember that felt good! He asked me if I had ever sucked a dick before. I recoiled from him saying that must be nasty but he stopped me and pulled me back into him. He then went down on me and I hit all the high notes in whatever song I was singing at the time. When I came back to earth from my first ever orgasm given to me by someone else, I was very eager to share that experience so readily accepted Harry's hands on the back of my head, guiding me towards his dick. I was given a short learning lesson on how to suck cock, and didn't do a bad job on my first attempt, although most of his cum ended up on my chin. We cuddled for a while, while Harry recovered as I later figured out. Hell, he had been given eight hours of opportunity by my aunt. Once he started to get hard again, he turned me onto my front and lay on top of me. Yup, you can guess where this all lead. He started by humping his dick in between my cheeks, but he soon wanted his premier prize which was my hole. He got some shampoo and spread it onto my hole and his dick before impaling himself inside me. I definitely remember the pain as he speared me. He had got me to bit onto my speedo's to muffle my screams so there was not any problems with any neighbours of the chalet that he was in. He let me "get used" to him inside of me before he started to fuck me. The first time I remember crying all the way through it as it hurt me so much. The second time hurt nearly as much, although he had left himself inside me so there was no additional penetration pain. By the third and fourth time, he started to hit something inside me which got my cock hard, despite the pain from him inside me. I found I liked that feeling. By the time it came round to me making it back to my Nan's chalet, Harry must have fucked me six or seven times. I was one spent little puppy. After the evening meal that night, I excused myself early and went to my bunk bed and wanked myself silly, shoving as many fingers up my bum as I could get, just to try to replicate that feelings that Harry had given me. The next day followed almost the same routine. I met Harry at the pool. We swam, although this time it was like 5 minutes, before we got out and headed back to his chalet. That day and the next I spent most of it either on my back with my legs over Harry's shoulders or on hands and knees with Harry behind me. Harry told me, midway through my holiday that it was his last night. I cried as I knew I would never see him again, or probably find anyone like him that would know what I wanted. The next morning I wandered around the campsite like a little lost sole. In the afternoon I went to the public phone booth with my Auntie so she could ring my Uncle to make sure the pub was still standing. I was sat waiting for her when two guys in their twenties sat by the side of me. I looked at both of them and liked what I saw. How do I go about chattin them up? End of chaper. Author's notes. Hey everyone, after an absolute age of writers block, university courses and personal crisis, I'm finally back writing again. I tried on a couple of occasions to continue with Andy in Life just isn't fair but still got the same old writers block. So I thought I'd start a new story to get the creative juices flowing. Please let me know what you think when you get a chance. Thanks Andy xxx