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On with the continuation of

The weeping boy.
- or how I became what I am today.

Chapter 3.
Fucked up situation.

Casey looked at me coyly and shook his dink at me. I let myself fell to my knees on the floor next to the bed, getting into the same position as Casey had been in about 10 minutes earlier. I looked at him lying there flashing his groin at me, thighs widely spread, knees touching the mattress and feet touching each other. He had stopped touching himself and put his hands on his tummy, fingers folded. He was smiling expectantly and looked so yummy lying there.

I wasn’t exactly fat as I’ve said before but I wasn’t really muscular either. I had a bit of puppy fat here and there still, but had begun to lose it as I entered puberty. Casey, on the other hand, had no fat whatsoever, he could make his tummy hard as steel if he wanted to. And his thighs. Oh my, they felt like they had a giant spring inside of them, just waiting to be released. His biceps were pretty big too. Not like a bodybuilder, but when he flexed his muscles, you could really see it happening.

It almost sounds as I envied Casey’s physical appearance. Which I did in a way, but not to the degree where I would actually take up a sport like him. It didn’t appeal all that much to me, I mean I didn’t mind getting sweaty and all worked up. But my motor skills at that time weren’t very good and it embarrassed me when I couldn’t hit the ball in softball. Or when the soccer ball went in every other direction than the one it was supposed to after I kicked it.

I did however feel pleased with myself, knowing that Casey was laying there waiting for me to touch and do naughty, exciting things to him. Taking in his physical appearance I could see the special twinkle in his brown eyes, on top of his head was a mop of short black hair. And here in September his body tan was simply put amazing. He looked like those boys I’d seen on vacation in the southern European countries. His tan emphasized his groin.

That was the one part of his body that really didn’t see the sun much. So it was pale and somewhat elegant and fragile looking. A bit like expensive china. If you can even make that comparison. To get things started I decided to tickle his nuts. More precisely the skin right in between his nut sack and his right thigh. He immediately laughed and jack knifed my fingers by squeezing his thighs tightly together.

“Don’t tickle me!” He glared at me but couldn’t keep that face for long. When I nodded and thereby agreed to his wish, he relaxed his thighs a bit and I could pull my hand back.

“You nearly broke my finger,” I said while moving my fingers to see if they were all still working.

“Serves you right.”

When I decided my fingers weren’t broken or even bruised, I patted his thigh closest to me and he opened right up. I took hold of his nut sack making sure to keep my grip firm enough to not tickle but not too firm to hurt him. I traced his two nuts with my thumb and grabbed a hold of his prick. It didn’t take long for it to firm up and stick out from his body. Rolling back his foreskin I leaned down and took a sniff of his head.

“Tickles!” He promptly hissed at me.

Oh well, it didn’t really have much of a smell to it, so I timidly stuck my tongue out and licked right on top of his dick head. It had a slight taste to it, but not really an offensive one, so I grew bolder and lapped at his dick. Kind of like my dog would lick any bare skin on anyone if given the chance. Casey jerked a bit with the sensation. Finally making up my mind I took the plunge, opening my mouth wide and taking in his prick.

It being only about 10cm long it didn’t take long before my lips were right onto his pubic bone. I had all of him inside my mouth and it sort of felt like it belonged in there. Remembering his stern order I curled my lips over my teeth and sucked in like I would suck on a straw. I rotated my head a bit sideways so I could glance at his face. He had his eyes and mouth shut, breathing shallowly through his nose and making these funny yet so cute small meowing noises.

Pulling back a bit I explored the head of his prick with my tongue. The skin was satiny smooth, rather soft on the outside and when I made my tongue firm and poked at his head with it, I could feel the hardness just underneath the skin. I liked the way it felt. I moved my still firm tongue to the top of his head tracking his pee slit. I licked around it and zoomed in on the very opening. When my tongue spread the slit open, I could taste pee. Just a hint of it though and somehow it didn’t taste all that bad.

The taste quickly dissolved and I moved my tongue lower and found the string connected to his foreskin. The string was quite unyielding but I could hear and feel Casey’s response to my licking it immediately. So I licked at it some more.

“Argh, I can’t stand that anymore. Go up and down on it please,” Casey whimpered.

Always one to serve my friends, I did as he asked. I started slow and like when we jacked each other off, I gradually picked up speed. This sucking off another person’s prick was quite a work out though. I wasn’t used to moving my head back and forth continually and soon my neck started to ache. I didn’t want to quit though, I wanted to pay back the great feeling and ignored the signals coming from my neck. I concentrated on the sounds coming from Casey.

He was breathing a bit faster now but had stopped his meowing. Every now and then his body would make the slightest jerk and I began to wonder if he liked what I was doing. If he could get his feelings from this. After another minute his body jerked a bit more and his prick got even stiffer. I stopped the up and down motion and licked like a mad boy at his string and pee slit. He suddenly gasped, and I felt his prick pulsate in my mouth.

Remembering my own feelings I slowed down my licking and eased up on the pressure too. It was really cool to feel his prick bouncing in my mouth and it stopped far too early for my liking. I let his dick out of my mouth and sat back on my feet. Casey patted the mattress next to him and I climbed onto my bed laying down next to him. He pulled the duvet over us and quietly and satisfied we fell asleep forgetting all about the chips sitting in the bowl on the table.

The next morning I woke up slowly. I never really enjoyed mornings and wished I could just sleep in every day, but my bladder was always full and demanding immediate attention. I found myself tugged up against Casey with my left leg and arm over him. When I opened my eyes I was looking right into his ear. I untangled myself from him and slipped away from the duvet. Shivering a bit from the cooler air in my bedroom I searched for my underwear.

It was bunched up in my pants I had so quickly discarded last night and now I put them on while heading for the door. Knowing that it was probably way too early for Tom to be up, I unlocked the door manually as the Amiga was turned off. My parents was always nagging at both Tom and me to try and conserve power and water. Some of the time I actually listened to what they said, even though it usually took them more than a few tries to get the message through.

Darting down the hallway and into the bathroom I stood in front of the commode and pulled my underwear down. My friends always made fun of the way I peed, saying that I looked like a little toddler with my pants and underwear down. When I skinned back the hood of my peter, I noticed the head was a bit redder than normal. I thought it had to be due to the sucking I had received the night before.

When I had finished my business I flushed the toilet and went back to my bedroom. I got into bed and snuggled back up to Casey and his toasty warm body. Deciding I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep I reached for his prick and found it stiff. He probably needed to pee too, but seeing as it was erect I started playing with it, stroking it up and down. He mumbled something in his sleep but didn’t wake up.

I couldn’t jack him off the way I wanted to with the duvet covering us, so I pulled it off him leaving only his legs covered. Now the real stroking could commence or so I thought. Casey decided to wake up right then and first thing he did was grab a hold of my wrist and pulled my hand off his dick.

“Christ, it is fucking cold and I need to piss,” as he said that, he sat up and swung his feet down on the floor. After wiping the sleep gunk from his eyes using the back of his hands, he put on his clothes and left my bedroom. He returned a few minutes later and upon seeing me still on the bed he laid down next to me.

“Good morning sunshine,” I said.

“Eww, your breath stinks,” he shied away and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“Must be from sucking your peter last night,” I retorted, “and your breath is not like a smell of roses either.”

That kind of killed the mood I was in, so I rolled over him and off the bed to turn on the Amiga. When it finally had gone through the boot process I hit the key to pull the curtains so I could check out the weather outside. The sun was rising but since it was only a bit past 7AM it wasn’t real high on the sky yet.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked Casey.

“Let’s get something to eat and see if anyone from class is awake too. Maybe play some soccer or something.”

Breakfast that day, was the forgotten chips from the night before. Probably not very healthy, but it was just too cool to do something our parents would frown upon. Kind of like the naughty games we played with each other. Well, we had never really been told not to do the things we did, but we knew what we did had to be a secret. I mean the sucking and wanking, not eating unhealthy stuff for breakfast. That I had been scolded for a number of times.

After the chips were gone, much too soon for either of us, and a curtesy brushing of teeth, we rode around on our bikes that morning, enjoying the relative quiet and deserted villa streets. It was only when we got close to the bakery that we started seeing people in the road, going to buy freshly baked bread and pastry for their Sunday breakfast. My mouth was filling with saliva when we rode past the baker’s shop due to the nice scents emerging from the door. Even if I had already eaten half a bowl of chips, I was still hungry.

Casey was already getting pretty far away from me so I had to pedal real hard just to catch up to him. It was like he could only go fast when he was on his bike, seemingly always in a rush to get from A to B. That was really annoying to me.

Once we did a 30km long bike ride and he would end up almost a full kilometer ahead of me, then stop and wait for me to catch up to him. And then as I got there, he’d immediately take off again. That meant he’d get a break every now and then, while I didn’t. The fourth time he did this, I just got off my bike and sat on the ground next to it. When he finally looked back to see where I was he turned around and came back to me, ditching his bike and sat down next to me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“You know!”

“No, I don’t,” he quietly said.

“Well you damn well should know.”

“Please tell me what it is.”

“Okay, it’s totally unfair that you get to take a break every 15 minutes and I don’t.”

“Sorry,” he said in a small voice.

“Well, I’m taking a looooong break now.”

He looked up at me and smiled. “No problem.”

Anyway that 30km bike ride we did was just to get to an outdoor public pool with diving platforms and a water slide. We only did it once, as on the way back I silently wished upon a speedy death to put me out of my misery. Having to pedal your bike such a long way after having spent all your energy swimming and running around for 5 hours, and don’t forget the 30km ride we did that same morning, took pretty much every ounce of determination I had in me. And hadn’t it been for Casey, that ride probably wouldn’t have been completed yet.

Even so, this morning, we were just riding around looking for fun. I couldn’t understand why Casey had to pedal like he was in the lead of a Tour de France stage. I know, Tour de France wasn’t really as popular back then as it is now, but Tom was a junior bicyclist, I mean he even won some races. So my dad was like the leader of the local bicycle union. Oh I enjoyed cycling on a real race bike too, just not really competitively like my brother. But that morning, I was on my normal go-to-school or go-from-a-to-b bicycle.

So I yelled for Casey to slow the f… down for Christ sake. I didn’t use swear words most of the time, neither of us did, but if we got excited or angry, we’d use pretty much every bad word we knew. If that didn’t feel sufficient enough to express our emotions or feelings, we’d invent some of our own to spice it up. We’d especially use make up words if we were around adults.

Casey being Casey blocked the brakes on his bike and skidded to a stop before turning around to look at me.

“What the flying heck is wrong with you?” He yelled back at me.

Once I got closer to him, he turned around yet again and was about to take off when I told him to stop.

“Casey, why are you always riding like you have a horde of monsters chasing you?”

“I like the feeling of the wind in my hair and across my face.”

I’m not sure exactly what answer I had expected to my question, but one thing is for sure, I hadn’t seen that one coming. It sounded, well, almost, you know, like what a girl would say. Right? And one thing is for sure, Casey was anything but a girl. Not even remotely feminine. Ok, he being on a gymnastics team might have made you think he was a bit that way. Or him sucking my dick, and presumably that of his cousin. Well, he never actually admitted to sucking his cousin.

But, I just know he did. How else could he have done the magical things he did to my dick just the night before. I’m headed down a wrong direction here. Back on track, he was waiting for me to respond. That’s right, he was standing with his bike between his legs, hands on the handles, waiting. For me. Of his own will.

Trying to come up with a witty remark, all I could think of was;

“Oh, uhm, okay. Whatever.”

He suddenly laughed at me.

“You should see your face, dude!”

We worked a few things out in the moments after that, agreeing that he should slow down, at least just a bit when we were riding together. I did have to agree to do something for him. In the end, it wasn’t an altogether unpleasant thing to do. Pun intended, but I’m getting ahead of myself here. At a considerably slower pace, we made our way to the sporting complex that was open to the public.

Here, there were tennis courts, soccer fields, basketball court and other sports activities that I knew of, but never could be bothered doing, if it hadn’t been for the social aspects of it all. However, no one we knew were there. We were invited to a pickup game of soccer, but I was terribly shy as a kid. So I refused to join. Casey knew about my shyness, but was still kind of put off when I said no. He did come home with me after we hung around for 40 minutes waiting in vain for class mates to show up.

Once back home at my place, my parents were now up and about and when my dad saw us coming in the door he asked if I would go to the bakery and buy some things for breakfast. I didn’t particularly want to, but on the other hand, I always got to keep the change. I did say that my parents were sort of not rich, but getting by? Well, my brother and I didn’t really get much spending cash or pocket money. And most certainly not every week like all the kids do now.

We had to work our butts off to get money, and walk 5km through snow and sleet, barefoot and naked. Ah, well maybe a bit exaggerated, but you understand I’m sure. We could ask for something, and if deemed necessary and not too costly, we would get it most of the time. So that meant no candy, no cigarettes or booze, unless we could get money for doing whatever. Of course, I didn’t smoke or drink back then. Not very often anyway.

So, Casey and I rode back to the baker’s shop and got the fresh baked bread, butter, orange juice, milk, the morning paper and the best of it all, pastry. I had to put on the basket on my bicycle to hold all of it. And try to balance the bicycle all the way back too. At least Casey had some items in a bag to help me get it all back. After my mom had checked all the eggs were intact, Casey and I went to my room and spent some time playing on my Amiga, while mom prepared the breakfast table.

Of course Casey ate breakfast with us. If we didn’t spend the night at my house Fridays or Saturdays, or any day of the week during school holidays, we spent it at his. And we were used to eat with each other families though it was more often at my place and not his. After breakfast, which was actually quite a nice experience since Tom was still asleep, we went back to my room and the Amiga. But we didn’t play for very long.

“Remember what you promised me?” Casey asked me.

“What, you want to do that now?”

“Yes, I can’t think of anything but that.”

“I don’t know. What do I have to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, I don’t think you can just stick it in. Not without it hurting,” the idea of being hurt was not something I was prepared for. No matter what I promised Casey earlier.

“I’m not sure. I never did it before.”

“Not even with your cousin?”

“No!”

“I thought that was why you asked me. How do you know it can be done then?”

“I overheard some from the 8^th grade talk about it.”

“I tried poking a finger in there once,” I admitted.

Casey just about rolled out of the chair he was sitting on. Of course from giggling.

“Why did you stick your finger up your butthole?”

“It was itchy. It’s a long time ago, okay? I wasn’t just sticking it up there for no reason.”

“So how did it feel?”

“It kind of hurt. But it stopped the itch,” I was giggling by then too.

“I once had an itchy butt too,” now it was Casey’s turn to blush, “But my mom got some stuff for it that made it go away.”

Yeah, you may be thinking, two boys aged 11, almost 12, would never admit to having anything stuck up their butts. But, Casey and me, well we were best mates, had known each other since age 4. Heck, this was almost a normal conversation for us. And yeah, we had seen each other’s buttholes close up at age 5 one day in the pillow room in kindergarten when we played doctor. However we hadn’t stuck anything up there, not until that day anyway.

When I say we, I actually mean Casey. As he would be doing the sticking and I’d be, well you know.

“She had to do it a few times and she got something slippery to make it go in,” Casey explained.

Slippery. I’m not sure about you, but in my room at age 11, I didn’t have anything that would make my butt slippery. I thought of what was in the bathroom, as my mom and dad were probably still in the kitchen doing whatever moms and dads do. I quickly discarded soap and tooth paste. I knew from experience that soap could irritate your butt and that was just on the outside, not inside your butt. And tooth paste, well that was obviously meant for the other end. One thing did pop onto my mind.

“What about my mom’s hand cream?”

“That’ll work. I think.”

I think Casey would have agreed to just about anything as long as it meant that he could stick his dick in my butt. So, I went to the bathroom. I pulled my shorts and underwear down after locating my mom’s blue tin Nivea hand cream. Trying to put cream on your butthole without getting it smeared all over your back side is tricky. I had to sit on the toilet and spread my legs way open, then reach in between my thighs exploring unfamiliar territory with one finger while having the cream on another.

Of course it wasn’t completely unfamiliar territory, after all, it was my own butt. But, other than wiping myself, which is easy as your fingers are covered by toilet paper and you don’t need to hit the bullseye on first try, I hadn’t done much back there. But at last the tip of my index finger found the target. It was kind of moist and felt hot on my finger. I nearly jumped off the toilet when my middle finger covered in cream touched the hole.

The cream felt cold at first but warmed quickly as I timidly first rubbed the tip of my finger around the edge of my butthole and then on top of it. Apprehensively, yet being so ready for naughty adventuring, I penetrated the hole with my finger. Slowly at first, then discovering it didn’t hurt, I pushed my finger in to the second joint quickly, rotated and wiggled it around to cover as much of my butthole as possible in cream.

I studied my finger after pulling it out of my bum and I didn’t see anything offensive on it. It just had a whitish layer of cream on it. I didn’t smell it as I could vividly imagine what it would smell like. Instead I took a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped the cream off my finger. I pulled up my underwear and shorts, flushed the paper into the toilet and washed my hands to get rid of the last of the cream. I always hated sticky stuff on my fingers and other parts of my body.

That really made it hard for my mom to put sun block on me or lately getting me to put it on myself. In fact, I’d rather suffer the burns from the sun, than being sticky for half an hour.

When I returned to my room, the door barely closed behind me before I heard the click of the lock engaging. Casey had been sitting on the chair, but now he got up and quickly removed his pants, underwear, shirt and socks. Standing nude in front of me, he gave me a look I read as ‘Why aren’t you undressed and ready on the bed yet?’

I undressed quite fast too, and didn’t fail to notice a small stain of cream on the seat of my underwear. I blushed more than I already had, suddenly realizing what was about to take place. I was torn between backing out of the deal or to take it like a big boy and getting the best out of it. Without too much thinking though, I found myself laying on the bed face down and spreading my legs as far as my bed would allow them to.

“Spread your cheeks,” Casey said after he had gotten on the bed sitting on his knees between my outspread legs.

When I did as asked, Casey carefully laid down on top of me, and I felt the hard hot dick of his, searching for my butthole. He guided it with his right hand, while his left was next to me holding himself up. After a few near misses he zeroed in and without further ado, continued to shove it all the way in my butt. I hissed a bit from the slight pain he caused, but mostly from surprise.

“Don’t move,” I gasped and reached around and held onto his hips as to prevent him from moving. We lay like that for probably a minute before the pain from the intrusion had vanished and all that was left was the unfamiliar feeling of having something hard and slightly pulsing lodged up my butt. It wasn’t hurting me, after all bigger stuff had vacated that orifice, than what had been pushed up there then. So I let go of his cheeks and put my arms down by my side.

Casey took this as a go ahead signal and pulled back his hips, which in turn made his dick pop out of my butthole.

“Crap,” he stated and frantically tried to push it back in again. The angle wasn’t quite right, so instead he poked right into my tailbone.

“Aw, shit!” He uttered, before reaching down with a hand and lined his dick back up. He poked it in and immediately started to pump his hips back and forth. Whenever he pushed in, my hips were mashed between him and the mattress of my bed and forced the air out from my lungs in short gasps. I quickly found out that I would have to time my breathing to his pumping.

He, being athletic and having a lot of stamina, made it quite an experience for my first time being a bottom. He pumped me full speed for what felt like a long time but when I checked my watch after we were done, only seven minutes had passed. He did accidently pull his dick all the way out a number of times, but after it had happened twice, he had learned how to make it go right back in without using his hand. Almost too soon it came to an end.

Casey collapsed on top of me and I guess he had to catch his breath as he was puffing quite a lot. As he got out of the bed I felt his dick leave my hole. It was still stiff, glistening with a sheen of the hand cream. It looked amazingly clean to me, knowing that it had just been inside probably the messiest part of my body. My butt, even with the stickiness from the cream, felt quite good. Although I didn’t get the good feelings, I decided right there and then, it wouldn’t be the last time, I’d let someone fuck me.

Chapter 4.
Playing with Henry.

And so it begun. Casey and I continued to have sex although we didn’t ever call it that back then, it was just another fun activity we could do. And we did it every day we were together, most days more than once too. However, as life went on, we slowly drifted apart, not to the point where we never spent time together, but enough that we didn’t spend every available moment with each other. He got busier with the gymnastics and I, well I would like to say that I got busy with something else too, but I felt terribly abandoned and lost.

Three weeks went by and I think Casey and I spent about 4 hours total with each other during this time. The rest of the time I focused on my Amiga, I really should have spent more time on my homework, but I had started to hate school. Especially since Casey and I were in the same class, which meant I’d spend every school day close to him, but never alone, so I couldn’t talk to him about the stuff I really wanted to.

PE class was probably the worst, as we had to change into PE gear and after class had to shower. Back then, the room where we changed from normal clothes into PE gear, was about 20m long and 4m wide, with benches on each side of the room. And the showers were in one end of the room, communal with 5 shower heads on opposite sides. So there was amble opportunities to check out the other boys in the same year as myself.

The problem was, you had to do this covertly. If anyone noticed, you’d be ridiculed and called fag immediately, which actually happened to me twice during my years at that school. Once in the showers, where I studied the dick of one of my class mates for just a bit too long. You see, he had just been circumcised due to his foreskin being too tight. In Denmark circumcision is rarely done, only for medical or religious reasons. And back then, there were no Jews or Muslims in my class.

Jacob, who wasn’t really part of the gang I used to run with, saw me checking him out and put himself up for display and asked rather loudly if I enjoyed watching him. I must have blushed something fierce and just mumbled an apology to him, before quickly finishing my shower and dried off at record speed. Fortunately I never heard more than that. Not in a negative way anyway.

One of my other mates, Henry, the guy with the biggest dick in class, approached me a couple of days later, asking me if I was doing anything after school. He invited me to go home to his place and let me know that there would be no one but us there for at least 3 hours. I wondered why that was so important to him, but seeing as I was getting rather bored with the games I had for my Amiga, and of course Casey wasn’t available, I accepted.

His house was in another direction than mine, about 1 and a half km from my house, but we both had bicycles. I knew my mom and dad just expected me to be home by dinner at no later than 6:00 PM sharp, so I didn’t have to call and let them know where I was. We rode our bikes to his house quite slowly, certainly a lot slower than what I was used to from being with Casey. We were riding next to each other and just made small talk.

Henry had an Amiga 500 like mine, however he had a lot more interesting games than I had. We loaded up North vs South but only played for about 10 minutes before Henry stopped paying attention to the game.

“Hey, I know you and Casey were together all the time,” he started, “Did you guys ever do anything to each other?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like jacking off?”

I could feel my ears getting warmer, which probably meant my entire face was red as a tomato.

“Ahhh,” He exclaimed, “You did! What did you do?”

“You know, just jacking off,” I wasn’t going to out Casey to anyone, especially not Henry as I didn’t really know him well enough to completely trust him yet.

“That’s cool. Want to jack off together? I’m so horny.”

“Okay.”

Henry stood, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before pushing both jeans and undies down past his butt and sat back down. I looked at him while he sat there, openly showing his goodies to me. Henry was my age, but obviously far longer into puberty than me or Casey. His dick was a good 14 cm or so long and quite thick too. It was a bit darker in color than the rest of his body, and he had a few whispers of dark hair on his pubic bone.

His balls were a bit larger than mine, not by much though. However, they hung lower than any balls I’d ever seen at the time. The sack was completely hairless.

“Big ain’t it?” Henry asked in a husky voice.

I nodded at him.

“You like it?”

I had to gulp before admitting that I did indeed like it. It seemed so terribly gay to admitting to liking another guy’s junk.

“Show me yours.”

“Mine isn’t as big as yours,” I said and got up and pulled my sweat pants down along with my undies.

“It’s not exactly small either,” he put a couple of fingers around my dick and gently stroked it up and down, “and it’s so stiff. I like it.”

I was still standing in front of him, trying to figure out where to put my hands when he suggested I sit back down.

“You can touch mine. I know you want to.”

How the hell he knew, I don’t know, but he was right. I did want to touch it, even worship it. So I grabbed hold of it and started a slow stroke on it.

“Yeah, now I know you’ve been doing this before,” he teased me.

I blushed but kept stroking him.

“Careful, it hurts a bit if you touch it under the skin, so don’t pull it too far back.”

His foreskin was kind of tight, but it was still able to slide off his head. Heeding his warning, I only pulled it so far back that the head got exposed before rolling it up again. While I did this, Henry took hold of my prick and started stroking it. Far more aggressively than what I was doing to him. I got the impression that mine was probably the first prick he manipulated, other than his own. It didn’t hurt me, rather it felt pretty exciting.

“Did you and Casey ever, you know, suck?”

“Once or twice.”

I’m not sure why I admitted to it. Maybe it was due to his stroking of my prick and occasional squeezing of my nuts. The first brought pleasure, but the nut squeezing he could have left out. It was bordering on being painful. I should have realized what his next question was going to be.

“Will you suck mine?”

I hesitated. I didn’t really enjoy this too much, he was being too pushy. But I was horny. And I hadn’t played naughty with anyone but myself for more than two weeks. Which is a long time when you’re 11 and had gotten used to playing naughty at least once a day.

“Come on, I’ve never been sucked by anyone before and I know you suck Casey. Why not me?”

I hadn’t made up my mind yet, I thought he’d have something on me if I did suck him. On the other hand he already had enough on me and even worse, on Casey too.

“I’ll suck yours too. Please.”

That helped me make my decision. If he sucked me, he wouldn’t be able to say anything to anyone about me sucking him.

“Ok, I’ll do it. But you have to suck mine first.”

“Alright!” He seemed really happy, “take off your pants and underwear and lie on the bed.”

I did so and Henry kneeled in between my legs and bent down taking my prick into his mouth. At the same time he grabbed a hold of my poor nuts again. Every time he’d go down on my dick, he’d pull on my nut sack stretching it almost to its limit. This was far too unpleasant for me to maintain my erection so I slowly went soft in his mouth.

He sat back up, still holding onto my nuts, and said, “looks like you’re more interesting in sucking than being sucked.”

“You’re being too rough. I don’t like you pulling my nuts.”

“Oh well, it’s your turn anyway.”

He battled his tight fitting jeans off while still on the bed, “Go on, make some room for me.”

So I stood and let him lay where I had been laying, before kneeling in between his outstretched legs. I took the head of his dick in my mouth. He hissed as I did and moved a hand to the back of my head and tried to push it further down his dick. I fought back on his pushing and when he realized that, he shoved his hips from the mattress pushing pretty much all of his dick inside my mouth. I gagged fiercely, not used to having something so large and wide in my mouth. It felt like he tried to get all the way into my stomach through my mouth.

He held me tight for what seemed to be an eternity and I was getting worried that I’d puke all over him. I didn’t like this at all. Actually I cursed at myself for ever agreeing to come to his house in the first place. At last though, he relaxed and let his butt back onto the mattress and removed his hand from my neck. I quickly spat out his dick and heaved a few times.

“Don’t do that again, I don’t like it!” I managed to gasp out.

“Sorry, it felt so good. I couldn’t help it.”

“If you want me to suck you, just let me do it my way. Don’t do anything.”

“Okay. I really am sorry.”

He sounded sincere so I started sucking him again. This time he kept his hands by his sides and judging by his small happy sounds he enjoyed it a lot. I took my time, switching between sucking on the head, taking as much as I could into my mouth without gagging and licking up and down the shaft. I even sucked his balls into my mouth, one at a time and kissed and licked his ball sack. After some minutes of this, I began sucking him off in earnest.

It didn’t take long for his dick to start pulsating, but almost before it did that, I felt something shoot out of his dick. It wasn’t a whole lot and the taste was not all that bad, just a new experience for me. So I simply swallowed it along with the excess saliva I had in my mouth. Henry was quite outspoken when he came in my mouth. He kept saying stuff like oh yeah, and moaning. It was rather fun to listen to really. And it sort of made me feel good too.

After we got cleaned up, Henry washing his junk and I rinsing out my mouth, we got dressed and I left for home. I’d been at his house for maybe an hour, not long at all, but I guess Henry only really wanted me there for sex.

When I got home I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. I didn’t really feel dirty, but I felt like I had Henry’s smell all over me. As I cleaned my body, much more thoroughly than I used to, my thoughts kept circling. I thought about what had happened that day and compared it to the days with Casey. I couldn’t find any resemblances at all. With Henry it had all been about him, whereas with Casey it was mutual.

Casey did stuff to me, and I to him, not only because we felt that we had to, like paying back the favor, but because we knew that it made the other feel good. There is something special about having a throbbing prick in your mouth and you know what feelings it sends to its owner. And knowing that you were the cause of it. But wasn’t that pretty much what I felt when I did it to Henry? It did something to me, even if it wasn’t exactly the same with Casey.

Oh Casey, had we just stuck with one another. But we didn’t, and I felt that I needed sex. With someone other than my own hand. So much that when Henry two days later asked me over again, I agreed instantly and happily. Things happened pretty much like the first visit, loading a game on the Amiga, this time it was Wings of Fury. Just as I was really concentrating on bringing the plane down low enough to gun down some Japanese soldiers running from one bunker to another, Henry put his hand on top of my dick and starting massaging it.

This of course made me crash the plane, ending that game. But another was about to start.

Chapter 5.
Crossdressing for Henry.

“Want to suck my dick again today?” Henry asked while still groping around my junk. He did what he could I guess, but didn’t really know all too well what to do. It didn’t really turn me on, but the thought of having someone close to me again did. So my dick rose quickly as only young dicks do.

“Sure why not,” I replied casually.

“Can we do it a bit differently though? I read something I want to try.”

“What is that?”

“You take a sip of cold water in your mouth, but don’t swallow. Then suck my dick with the water in your mouth.”

This sounded crazy. I don’t know where he read about that, not in a Donald Duck magazine for sure. But frankly I did know. At that time all a young boy could get to in terms of porn, were adult magazines. And I don’t mean Sports Illustrated or something like that. These had hard core porn showing everything a growing boy would need to know about the female sex. Oh, and the male sex too, although you only saw males along with females in those magazines.

One of these porn mags, Rapport (or report in English) had the gray pages. Here there were stories, supposedly sent in by the readers. Not so different from this story I guess, but far more focused on sex than this. And I think that is where he read about that particular act he wanted me to do for him. I’ve always had this trait in my personality. That I’d try anything at least once before making up my mind if I liked it or not. I say anything, but that doesn’t include food, in particular vegetables.

So I agreed and he went to get a glass of water from the kitchen after telling me to get naked. I was about to remove my underwear when he returned. I sat on the bed and watched him as he undressed too. His body was normal I guess, a bit burly, not fat, but far from slim too. His shoulders were broader than mine and more defined. He must have outweighed me by 5 or 10 kg even if we were pretty much the same height.

His hair was dark brown, both the hair on top of his head as well as his pubic hair. His erect dick jutted perfectly straight out from his body, at a 25 degree angle. And below that his low hanging balls. His skin was slightly tanned in an all-over tan. I guess he liked being naked in the garden when he was home alone. He got onto the bed and I took a mouthful of water from the glass. It was cold, which it should be as he had put a few ice cubes in it.

Getting a dick inside your mouth, while it’s full of water without spilling is not easy. But somehow I managed to do so. Based on Henry’s loud gasps and moaning I think he liked it. Even if this happened more than 25 years ago, I still remember that moment to this day. The feeling of his smooth and hard dick head breaching the seal formed by my lips. The warmth entering my mouth full of cold water, touching my tongue.

“Take it in as far as you can.”

Right, I should have known he wouldn’t be satisfied with just having the head inside. So I moved my head down further, slowly, testing the limits before my gag reflex would kick in. Gagging with a mouthful of water and dick, would not be fun. I managed to get about 10 cm of him inside of me and he asked me to hum. That sounded so dumb to me, and I wondered if he wanted me to hum a song or something. Of course I couldn’t ask him, my mouth was sort of full.

So I started humming a deep tone, but couldn’t keep it up as I ran out of breath pretty soon. So I took a deep breath and did it again.

“Oh, that feels freaking great.”

I felt so silly humming with a dick in my mouth, so I stopped it after the third time and pulled off his dick. Then I got off his bed and went to the bathroom where I spat out the water before going back to Henry’s room.

“Why did you spit it out, you could have just swallowed?” He grinned at me.

“I didn’t feel like drinking dirty dick flavored water.”

“My dick isn’t dirty.”

“Not now it ain’t.”

“It wasn’t before either.”

I let it slide, but I knew he hadn’t washed it before I started sucking it, and we hadn’t had PE at school that day, so there had to be at least a day’s worth of whatever the gunk that amasses under the foreskin is. We used to call it neck or dick cheese. Usually when describing something really nasty. And I didn’t feel keen on eating that stuff. I mean, I hadn’t even tried tasting my own, so I wasn’t about to eat his. Dissolved in water or not.

I got back on the bed and resumed sucking him, this time without any water and without humming. That was just too advanced for me. He asked me to take one of the ice cubes and just slide it over his skin wherever I wanted to. So I put it on his ball sack. It started shrinking and before long his nuts were sitting closely to his groin. I kept circling the nuts with the cube until he spread his thighs further and lifted his legs back.

“Do it on my asshole,” he demanded.

So I traced it down the line between his legs, perineum I think it’s called, and down to his bullseye. I couldn’t really see what I was doing as I was still busy sucking his dick. But I knew that if I kept going south, I would reach the hole sooner or later. And I did, Henry jerked ever so little when the ice struck his butthole, and I moved it about the area in slow circles. I made the circles smaller and smaller and when I got to the center, I began pushing the ice into the hole.

“No!” Henry said loudly, “Don’t push it in there.”

So I stopped, even if I really wanted to shove it up his ass with my middle finger as far as it would go. That would have been a sweet payback for what he had done to me. Instead I dropped what was left of the ice cube into the glass and sucked harder on him. I was ready for this to end rather sooner than later. It did end of course, by the shooting of his stuff into my mouth, only this time it felt like there was a lot more of it.

When I asked him about it when I got dressed, he simply stated that he hadn’t jacked off since the last time we were together. I didn’t really like the taste of it now that there was enough to leave an aftertaste. So I went to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out with water before leaving Henry’s house. He saw me out the door wearing nothing more than when he entered into this world. That would be cool to be able to do that I thought.

When I got home, I opened the door to the house and almost knocked Tom over. He was putting on his shoes and stood directly in front of the door. Had I known that, I would have opened it with much more force, but as it was he grabbed me by the collar of my jacket.

“Where’s your little fuck buddy?” He gnarled at me, “Casey?”

“He’s not my fuck buddy, he’s my friend.”

“I know you stick it up his ass every time you can, so don’t give me that crap.”

“I don’t.”

“Sure, you don’t. That’s why mom’s cream is nearly gone. Or maybe it’s you who gets fucked?”

“Nooo.”

“Or have you finally learned how to whack your little dinky?”

“Whaaaat? NO!”

“Well, you’re lucky I’m late. Otherwise I’d have made you show me.”

He shoved me aside and put his other shoe on.

 “Tell the ‘rents I’m eating at Karen’s house tonight,” he said over his shoulder as he left and slammed the door behind him.

I was left afraid and confused. How did he know how much was left of mom’s hand cream, or at what rate it was used? And what did he mean by making me show him. Show him what? Me jacking off my dick or having sex with Casey? Would he tell our parents or would he somehow use it to make me do something. So many questions and no answers. Add to that the strange things Henry made me do to and with him.

I didn’t finish my homework that night, and for the first time since I had gotten the Amiga, it was left turned off for the entire day. Not finishing my homework assignments wasn’t something new, but I loved my Amiga more than life itself. That just emphasizes the state I was in that evening and most of the night, before I finally managed to fall asleep from exhaustion at around 3AM.

I tried to fake being sick the next morning, but my mom would have none of it. So I had to somehow make it through the day in school, before I could take a nap when I got home. Of course Henry kept trying to get in touch with me but I managed to stick close to someone all day and ignored him. I could tell he was getting more and more frustrated until he finally just walked up to me in the last recess and said he had to talk to me. Privately.

My mates looked at each other, shrugged and left us! Shit.

“Look, I really enjoyed what we did yesterday. But we don’t have to do it again, if you didn’t like it,” he started.

“I didn’t.”

“I thought so. I just wanted to try it. There are other things I’ve been dreaming of doing with you. Well, with a girl. But I can’t do it with any of the girls. None of them will even talk to me.”

“That’s what you get from swinging your dick around like a crazy ape.”

“It was fun though,” he giggled, “but please, will you come home with me today?”

Shit and crap, I was more tired than I ever remember being. Oh perhaps there was one Christmas Eve where I managed to stay awake and play with my new toy all night long. Yeah, when I got the Amiga. But still, all I really wanted was to sleep. When I was saying no, he kept begging me to please come with him. I kept saying no, but then he said that he’d suck me off until I’d cum. Or get the good feelings at least, since I couldn’t shoot yet.

“Twice,” I upped the stakes a bit.

“If you will let me do whatever I want,” he retorted.

“It can’t hurt. If it does, it’s the last time I’m going home with you.”

“Alright. It won’t hurt I promise.”

And so we went to his house again, the third time in 4 days. This was beginning to be like it was with Casey, I thought. Yet, it wasn’t the same. Far from.

At his house he again asked me to strip in his room while he got something. I stood naked next to his bed when he got back in the room and threw a small piece of clothing at me. It was really soft and smooth to the touch as I tried to figure out what the heck it was. It wasn’t much more than a triangular shape with some strings attached to it.

“Put it on.”

“What is it?”

“It’s my sister’s underwear. I want to see you in it.”

“No way. I’m not a girl.”

“You’re my girl today. You promised you’d do what I wanted if I sucked you off two times.”

Damn, he kind of got me with that.

“The triangle goes in front, the string go between your legs and the loop around your waist.”

I put it on, and it felt strange to say the least. First of all it was kind of too large, yet too small. It was a purple thong and the triangular patch didn’t do much to cover my junk in front. And the string between my legs, well butt cheeks really, was annoying. The loop and string were too large so I had to hold onto the loop to keep it up.

“Kinda big on you. But we can’t alter it, she’ll know if it’s missing.”

“I’m not going to wear it after today anyway,” I said.

“Maybe not. Anyway, get on the bed, I’m going to suck you off quickly.”

I was on the bed, wearing the skimpiest piece of clothing I had ever seen, with Henry between my legs. He had pulled my dick out next to the patch and was busy slobbering all over my dick and balls. He obviously didn’t mind his saliva running down and in between my cheeks but it bothered me. Sticky, you know. I tried to avert my thoughts from the moisture and concentrate on the feeling of his mouth on my dick. After adjusting his efforts a couple of times I managed to get off.

Not the best one for me, but at least I did get off. Henry stood and asked me to undress him slowly and to kiss his body as I did. He didn’t want to be kissed on the mouth, that was gay, but everywhere else was okay. I even had to kiss his arm pits, which I felt was strangely exciting and very disgusting. There was of course some sweat there, but not yet the pungent stuff from adolescents or adults.

And there wasn’t any hair either. Had there been I’m not sure I’d have kissed and licked there, no matter what would happen if I didn’t. He seemed to really enjoy my sucking on his tits, which I didn’t really understand. I’ve never been stimulated by being sucked or touched there. I downright refused to lick his feet and his butt, and fortunately he didn’t push me to do so. But he did ask me to. Finally I got him undressed and after licking his dick and balls he got on the bed.

He asked me to lay next to him and hug him. He caressed my body and asked me to caress his. He even kissed me all over my face, but again avoiding my mouth. After 15 minutes of this intimacy he pushed gently but persuasively on my neck guiding my head towards his groin. I opened up and took in his dick, as far as I was comfortable with and then Henry pushed me just a bit more onto his dick. I started gagging but not excessively so and Henry let up a bit but kept his dick in my mouth.

When I got a hold of myself he pushed me back down until I started gagging again. He kept doing this, until his sperm shot into my mouth. I don’t know how much he spurted in there, because I swallowed it as quickly as it shot out, hoping that I wouldn’t be able to taste it too much. I really didn’t like the taste of sperm but I couldn’t really spit it out either. I could have let it ooze out, but that would still leave the taste.

So I swallowed it like I would a bitter medicine. When Henry got his wits again, he let go of my head and we rearranged ourselves so I was now the one laying down. He took my by now limp dick into his mouth and tried to blow some life into it. After 30 seconds I thought it would be in vain, but then my dick decided it liked a piece of the action and slowly arose to the task at hand. Henry sucked on it for what must have been 10 minutes, licking and stroking it.

He even yanked on my balls but beyond getting me to hiss out, he couldn’t make me orgasm. In the end I just told him to stop as my balls were beginning to hurt and my foreskin felt totally abused. When I examined it later that night in bed, it was bright red and there were a few cuts in the skin. This hurt like a bitch, so I had to refrain from pounding my little soldier while waiting for it to heal. I even put on some zinc salve I found in the bathroom to speed up the healing.

During that time I completely ignored Henry, spending recess either in one of the cubicles in the boy’s room or between some bushes and the chain link fence surrounding the school property. Both places sucked, it stank in the boy’s room, stale pee and farts, I’m sure you can imagine. And there was next to nothing to do behind those bushes. It did give me time to think though.

I was desperate for attention, I guess my mom and dad were too busy to do anything with me. My brother Tom was a walking nightmare, thank god we hadn’t ran into each other when we were alone after our bumping into each other at the front door. Casey was too busy as well, the other day I saw him walking with a boy from the gymnastics team. And Henry, well, all I was to him was a substitute for a girlfriend. Which felt rather humiliating as I was all boy.

I thought maybe I could work with Henry, get him to be more like Casey. One I could hang with and not just do sex stuff with. And when we did sex stuff, have him reciprocate more than he had done so far. First and foremost I needed my foreskin to heal up. It hurt when I got a stiffy, which happens to a boy in puberty a great deal more often than you’d think. Probably even more due to not being able to choke an orgasm out of it.

After the two days had passed, I was too horny to pay heed to my still healing prick. I had to have the feelings or my prick would fall off. I masturbated gingerly while reflecting over the stuff I had done with Casey. Us sucking each other, or him getting his rocks off in my ass. I even started imagining what it would be like to have Henry fuck me. The thought of him forcing his big cock into my butthole, the discomfort of it, maybe even feeling pain, was what I had when I reached nirvana.

Chapter 6.
Getting claimed by Henry.

I had some crazy weird dreams that night after I finally managed to get my dick working again. I can’t remember all of them, but one was where I couldn’t move, being held up in the air by invisible restraints. It was pitch dark, but I knew I was doubled over as I could feel my knees touching my ears. Looking towards my rear end, I could barely see a giant pole slowly approaching my quivering butthole. As it made contact with my hole, the darkness disappeared all at once.

I could see that the pole was really a humongous version of Henry’s cock as it was attached to his body. His lips parted in a grotesque grin as he slammed the pole into me. And that’s when I woke, unable to move at first as I was entangled in the bed linen. When I finally got myself untangled I realized I was covered in a sheen of sweat and that my dick was harder than hell. A look at the alarm clock next to my bed let me know it was 4:52 AM.

Two full hours earlier than I normally got up, but there was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep. My dick was desperate for attention pulsating almost angrily at my lack of gripping it and manipulate it. My orgasm came quicker than ever before. And that’s when I made up my mind to seeing if I could get Henry to fuck me. Maybe even persuade him into letting me fuck him. If I planned it right, I just might have a chance.

I changed my bed linen on my own for the first in my life that morning. Normally my mom would do that, once every week like clockwork. The duvet proved rather difficult but I finally managed to get the bloody thing properly inside its case and not bunched up in the middle of it. After that I lay in the bathtub for a long time just enjoying the warm water all around me. I almost lost track of time, but I got out before my dad woke up.

At school before the first bell, I sought out Henry and asked him if he would be alone in his house that afternoon. He said that his sister wouldn’t be home until 5:30PM and his mom even later. His dad being a cargo pilot in the air force was somewhere between Denmark and Greenland, and wouldn’t be home until a couple of days later.

This was great, as school let out early that day. Our last double segment of classes had been cancelled as the teacher was sick and they hadn’t been able to find a replacement for her. So we found ourselves on the street heading towards Henry’s house at 11:45AM, having nearly 6 hours we could do whatever we wanted. I had been thinking of how I could get Henry to fuck me, I was simply too shy to openly ask him to do it.

When we were riding our bikes towards his house he asked me what I’d been doing the past days.

“I’ve been thinking,” I said truthfully.

“For two days? Must have been serious stuff.”

“Yeah, it is,” I sighed.

“Tell me about it,” he said as we turned into his drive way.

“When we’re inside.”

So we sat down on his bed. And I started babbling about my friendship with Casey, how I missed him and the things we did. How I hoped I could get something like that again with Henry. I didn’t cry, but it was really hard not to. Henry was pretty cool. Of course he seemed a bit surprised that I told him all this, but told me that he was happy I trusted him enough to let him know. Admittedly, I didn’t tell him about Casey fucking me.

Instead I had told him about the other stuff Casey and I had done when we were playing. At that age it was cooler to call it hanging out with each other, which is the wording I used of course. Anyway, that day I ended up sucking him off, me wearing another piece of his sister’s underwear. But instead of heading home right after that, I spent a few hours helping Henry with his remote controlled plane built in balsa.

It had a really small gasoline powered engine that made one hell of a noise when Henry started it so I could hear what it sounded like. He used an electric engine with a cup that attached to the propeller and when firmly pressed onto it, would turn the engine over and start. That was downright cool. Since I was good at soldering, I helped him tidy up his not-so-good solder work, which was kind of hard, due to the tools he had at hand.

Instead of a soldering iron that I was used to, he had a solder gun. I’m rather sure that you could have used that thing to solder gutters, so to solder small electric wires to small servos wasn’t an easy task. I offered to bring my tools the next time I came by and he happily accepted. Eventually I made a much better wiring harness for his plane, but that isn’t really important for this story. What is more important is that I invited Henry over to my house after school the next day.

I made sure to take a dump during lunch break that next day, so my butt would be poop free by the afternoon where I had every intension of having Henry plow my furrow with his big tool. I guess I was already at that young age turning into a size queen, searching out the bigger dicks, but still having fun with smaller ones too. By the time Henry and I were on our bicycles heading for my house, my heart was pumping from anticipation.

I still hadn’t popped the big question yet, and I was still unable to think of a way to ask that if refused could be made into me only joking about it. Henry was impressed by my room, not so much because of the furniture which were quite frankly just hand me downs from my brother. He envied me for the lock on my door, which he told me his dad would never let him have on his door. When I used the Amiga to pull the curtains he laughed and shook his head at me.

I told him I’d be right back and went to the bathroom to make my butthole ready with the cream. Yes, I was still using the Nivea cream, and to this day I can’t look at a tin like that and not fondly remember what I used that stuff for in my younger days. My butthole all lubed up and ready for action, I went back to my room to find Henry shuffling through my floppy disks with games for the Amiga.

“Dude, your games suck,” he ever so kindly told me.

“Tell me about it. My mom and dad won’t get me the better ones.”

“If you have some empty floppies I can copy some of mine for you.”

“Really? Please! I have a box in the drawer.”

“Sure, no problem at all.”

“Cool. Remind me to give them to you when you leave.”

“Okay. What are we going to do now? I don’t really want to play any of the games you have.”

He looked around my room, like trying to find something that would appeal to him. That was quickly done, as my room was only 9 square meters, or about 97 square feet. My bed took up a part of that, as did the closet where I had my clothes. That Left just enough space for a desk with my Amiga and a small 14” TV, and two chairs in front of it. I had two shelves above my bed full of books.

Underneath the bed there were two big drawers for storage. One of them held a few hand tools and a lot of broken down appliances and other crap that I used for parts for my projects. In the other I had whatever toys I still liked playing with, mostly alone, Legos, Playmobil and a lot of SIKU cars and semis.

Henry’s eyes found mine and by the smirk on his face I could tell he had come up with something for us to do. I smirked back at him and nodded. He smiled and began to undress. I took of my own clothing mimicking his actions except for when he took off his underwear.

“Henry, would you like to try something new today?”

“Like what?”

“Well, you could but only if you’d want to… Nah you’d probably not want to. I’ll just suck you like usual.”

“I like you sucking me. But if you want to do something else, then just say it.”

“Uhm, I really don’t think you’d want to,” I started.

“Just try me. I’m not going to run off and tell everyone what you said. ‘Sides I think I know what you want. If it is, I want to do it.”

“You’d do me?” I said quickly. Just to get it over and done with. Not the fucking of course, but the asking, “You know, in the butt?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Would you suck me first?” I asked, thinking I might be able to get him to do just that, now that he seemed eager to have real sex with me.

“Uh, yeah. You can’t shoot yet so it’s okay.”

Not sure if I was to be offended by that remark, but deciding that I’d let it slip now that he would suck me, I shucked my underwear off and got on the bed. Henry slipped in between my legs and started off by wanking my dick. Then he took his other hand and traced a finger down my perineum to my really greasy bum hole. Promptly he stuck his finger all the way inside my bum while grinning at me.

“That’s why you left just now,” he said while wiggling his finger about and moving it in and out of my hole, “Holy cow, I can’t wait for my prick to go there.”

“You better not stick it in like you did your finger!” I tried scowling at him, but that’s pretty hard to do when your dick is being stroked and a finger is wiggling its way around in your butt hole.

“I’ll do that slow and nice,” he promised, “just like I’m going to suck your little dink.”

And he bent over my midsection sucking my dick into his mouth. What he lacked in experience he made up in enthusiasm and with Mr. wiggly finger in my bum, it only took me a minute and a half to curl up my toes, grip the bed sheet and succumb to a very nice orgasm. He didn’t let me enjoy it for very long, insistently trying to help me get onto my stomach. While I was still in the aftershock of a kiddie orgasm, he guided his prick to and inside my hole.

On my end, or should I say ‘in my end’, it was a bit uncomfortable bordering to being painful. Unlike Casey’s dick, Henry’s was nearly adult sized, both in length and girth. It felt a bit like the first dump you take after being constipated. I’d be lying if I said something like I could feel every millimeter of the giant trunk going inside of me, so I won’t. But I did feel his dick being pushed inside of me, the rim of my hole stretched, not to the limits, but further than any dick had so far. And slowly, but more quickly than I desired, this big prick pushed farther into me than anything else.

When all of it was inside, I told Henry to let my hole adjust to his prick. Not in so many words, I think I’ve gasped something like “Wait!” and a minute after saying “Go!” It isn’t so easy to talk when you have a boy weighing more than you laying on top of your back and having his prick inside your once, but not at that moment, tightly shut ass hole. But when I did give the go ahead, Henry slowly pulled out his prick so only the glans was inside.

He only moved his hips back and kept his weight on my shoulders and back. Slowly he pushed back into me shifting some of his weight to his hips so he really got all of his dick firmly imbedded in me. On the outstroke, his weight came back on my upper body forcing the air out of my lungs. I moaned inaudible as his dick kept touching this spot inside me. I think that if he had been able to go on for a sustained period of time, that I could have orgasmed just by getting fucked.

This being Henry’s first time of fucking anything other than his own hand, sometimes wrapped in a wash cloth in the shower, of course he didn’t last very long. I can’t say exactly how long it was, but we were both out of breath after a fucking that started slow but steadily increased in speed. Until he went full speed bouncing off and on my butt so it sounded more like I was getting a spanking and finally him cramming all of his prick inside of me and shot his load deep inside my weary ass hole.

He didn’t let it linger long in my ass, but pulled it out and used my pair of briefs to wipe the Nivea cream from his dick, balls and slight matt of pubic hair. I mentally made a note about keeping some paper towels or something like that in my room from then on. I’d have to wash out those briefs myself and somehow let them dry before getting it in the wash bin. Or more likely on the floor next to my bed for my mom to collect.

I gingerly got up on my hands and knees. Using the same pair of briefs I wiped my butt and found another pair of briefs to put on in my closet.

Henry went home not long after we both got fully dressed again, he only really waited until the flush had gone away from his ears and face. That flush is something I’ve yet to understand. Normally you blush if you feel embarrassed or getting tickled or maybe trying to lift something really heavy. But just thinking of sex can make you flush and it feels like your face is burning. There’s nothing embarrassing about sex, is there?

Henry and I fell into some kind of routine after that. We didn’t spend each and every day together, but maybe twice a week, maybe thrice when he felt particularly horny. Sex with him was quite predictable too, he always sucked me to orgasm, then fucked my brains out immediately afterwards. Sometimes he wanted me to suck him off before he then fucked my brains out for a longer while to our mutual joy. He only ever once let me try to fuck him. I hardly got the tip of my dick inside of him before he asked me to take it out.

But getting sucked and fucked by Henry was enough for my sex drive. Almost. I could still remember the feeling of my prick head just breaching his tight and oh so warm butt hole. It left me with a yearning of finding someone who would allow me to properly fuck him. Someone who would enjoy it as much as I enjoyed being fucked. I didn’t ditch Henry, we weren’t exactly an item, more like friends with benefits I think you call it.

I kept my eyes and ears open at school and everywhere else I went though. There just had to be a boy like me out there somewhere. One that I would do just about anything to meet.

TBC