Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2008 10:31:27 EDT
From: Andichan@aol.com
Subject: A Little Bit of History

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I hope you enjoy this because it's true.
The names have been altered to spare blushes and I've no wish to hurt anyone.

All the usual disclaimers apply.
Please don't read this if you are going to get into trouble but the fact
that you're on this site in the first place ---, 

The events of my awakening began when I was about seven years old and this
is where I begin.

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Born and raised in the central-south of England in the early 1950's perhaps
wasn't a laugh. Food rationing was still part of everyday life and looking
at old `click-click' 35mm film clips as me as a child, - well! I looked so
`50s'! Bobbed hair and short trousers and always in a school blazer which
my mum would always say, "You'll grow into it soon!"

My brothers cast offs but I was little and naïve.

I wasn't ever aware of my mum and dads fight to keep us fed, watered and
schooled but they did and I guess we took it all for granted. We were
little kids and hadn't experienced the war. We just wanted to have fun.

My Dad worked all hours and it was a red letter day if we saw him. His work
as an insurance inspector meant he had to work in the mornings, - a break
during the afternoons and away again when his clients were home in the
evenings.

Typical of there generation and upbringing, my Dad was very `hand-off'. I
loved him and admired him. He appeared to my little mind as a `warrior', a
hero for the family. My mum idolised him! For us, my brother and I, he was
a distant figure, probably because he was away working before we went to
school and away in the afternoon before we returned and we were in bed and
asleep before he finally managed to get home and relax.

Very typical of the time. `Children should be seen and not heard' etc.

School was ok for me. I wasn't academically brilliant but I was bright and
full of fun which landed me in trouble very regularly! Always being
compared to my brother who was a touch over two years older than
me. "Andrew, why can't you be more like your brother. He was so well
behaved and concentrated on his work. You only want to get into mischief."

I suppose that was true enough. It was a bloody sight better and so much
more fun than school work! The thing was, I could get away with it. Looking
back on old photos, all grainy, black and white and well thumbed, I was
cute! Yeah! I was really beautiful! Big brown eyes and equally long
lashes. A Smile that could melt icebergs and my little body was formed but
not fat or pudgy, just bloody fantastic!

I sound as if I fancied myself. Get a grip!! I didn't think about those
things at that tender age but looking back at myself on camera now, - I
would make a play for myself!!

This is the conundrum. When you're best able to seduce the boy of your
dreams, like when you're young, you haven't a clue how to go about it but
when you're crusty and old and been around the block a bit, you know all
the tricks but time has taken it's toll and all the opportunities have
bugged off into the ether.

Maybe.

The first touch is never forgotten. It is forever stamped on your
brain. Alzheimer's or whatever. Ask anyone you know. `Remember the first
time?" I'll lay odds that they do! I absolutely remember mine, albeit it
wasn't that much of a `recordable' event. Very innocent but very, well at
least for me, earth shattering and it would change me for the rest of my
life.

He touched my dick!

I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID THAT!

I was seven maybe eight. I can't be precise. The feeling was supercharged!
I can't remember if I was hard or not and don't even know if I touched him
back but it happened in a toilet at school and I was standing at a urinal.

"Go on Andy, let me feel it!"

From that day I wanted all my friends to experience the wham bang that I
had and for the rest of my primary school years I seduced, if that's the
word, eight or ten of them. Touching only and giggling all the time `cos it
was naughty! Naughty's fun and I'd a reputation for naughty!

All so bloody innocent but life changing in the extreme.

The little fucker who touched me that first time changed my life forever
and I can't even remember his name!

That was about the extent of my primary school experiences. I shrugged off
or blanked out all that happened during that time.

I had to go to BIG SCHOOL!

Oh bollocks to this! I was scared shitless!

We'd moved house from one side of town to the other and now I'm eleven and
a big boy! "You cycle to school Andy. I'll draw you a map."

"Thank you father."  (`You uncaring wanker!')

Actually the cycle ride to school wasn't so bad. I was down hill for most
of the way, the trip back was knackering but it gave me the chance to meet
and talk to other boys who, like me were puffing and wheezing their bikes
up the hills.

Stan was the first boy I got to talk to.

He was a bit of a weasel to look at. Off side teeth and longish dirty blond
hair. I remember him in the shower at school. Not a bad body!

"You do history and geography with me don't you?"

"Yeah and a few more. I've seen you in class but I don't know anyone
really. I moved house from the other side of town to here just as I had to
move up to secondary school."

Stan didn't hesitate, holding his hand out and grinning his wonky grin!

"I'm Stan. Most people call me wanker but I really don't give a toss. --
normally! That's a joke ok? Hey come on and slide down man! Relax. Chill!"

This was the early sixties, remember?

"Yeah ok. Sorry! I'm the new boy and well, a toss sounds good to me!"

"Sit with me tomorrow in history and we'll talk some more. Just chill and
let it flow Andy. Hang loose and enjoy what God has given us man! See you
tomorrow and by the way, you're now `toss two'! Bye Andy!"

Stan raced off on his bike, waving as he went.

In school in those days, the classrooms didn't have tables and chairs but
double desks with lids to keep books, rulers, pens etc., in. Each of these
double desks had a bench style seat fixed to them and these had an uncanny
knack of making your bum go to sleep so inevitably classrooms were full of
boys constantly fidgeting, trying to maintain circulation.

This was ideal for Stan who was very keen to show me a new `game' he'd
invented.

"Ever played `Nerves'?" he whispered.

"Don't think so," I said, "How do you play it?"

"Well, you put your hand on the other boys' knee and slowly work your way
up his leg `till he can't take it anymore. Then you swap over and he does
it to you. The one who gets the furthest up wins the game, see?"

"Sounds like fun!"

"It is especially as we play it during lessons so you can't yell out or
giggle or anything! All you can do is push his hand away when it becomes
too much and you've always got to be looking as if you're concentrating on
the lesson so the teacher doesn't suspect anything!"

I was well up for this, horny little shit that I was!

The first time we tried it was in a history lesson. The teacher was
something like the walking dead and we figured he just wouldn't notice
anything if we did it right in front of him.

Stan went first, putting his hand on my bare knee which in itself gave me a
hard-on! Slowly he worked his hand up my leg as I looked at the teacher as
if fascinated by the lesson. It was getting too much! I brushed his hand
away when it reached about three inches from my crotch.

My turn.

"It's not fair you sod! You're wearing long trousers!" I whispered.

Slowly and very lightly, I let my fingers creep up Stans' leg. I'm not sure
who was more excited, him or me! He brushed my hand away when I got to
about two inches from his now obviously hard prick.

He'd won but now time to do some work before it became plain that we'd done
bugger all so far that period!

The following day we again sat together for geography. Let the fun begin!

Stan went first and I held out until he was about an inch and a half from
my groin. I did well I thought!

Now today Stan had obviously taken on board my comment about his long
trousers and was sporting shorts like mine.

His leg felt terrific! Soft and smooth.

I inched up his leg until BINGO! I copped a handful of rock hard willy!

The little bastard had tucked it out of his undies and down his leg!

I looked at him wide eyed and open mouthed in sheer disbelief and shock!
Stan looked at me trying hard to suppress his laughter.

This was too much for me and I burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles!

"Mr Wallis! You seem to find the rain forests of South America rather
amusing?"

I was still trying to stifle giggles but came back to earth quickly enough.

"Sorry sir. I didn't mean to. It just happened!"

"Of course not young man! An uncontrollable fit of laughter just happens
doesn't it!"

At this point, the whole class had turned around, tittering at me and Stan
`the man' was looking as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, the bastard!

"Mr Wallis. You have a choice. You can complete an essay, `The funniest
things I know about Guatemala' comprising of three hundred words to be
submitted next Monday at nine o-clock or the stick. Four strokes. You
choose."

Under normal circumstances I would have taken a thrashing however my
physical condition at the time, - a bloody great hard-on, in short
trousers, would have made me the butt of every snipe and derisory joke
possible.

"I'll do the essay sir."

As we left the class room and walked into the playground, I cuffed Stan a
stroke around the head.

"You bastard. You utter bastard! I've got a fucking great essay `cos of
you!"

"What! Because of me??!"

Stan grinned and went to run away.

"Come back you twatt! What am I going to do about this? It's as much your
fault as mine?!"

Stan returned looking with an even more goofy smile.

"Hey Wallis! I didn't ask you to feel me up, did I? Did I say `touch my
dick'?"

He put his arm around me as we walked.

"Come on? We'll do it together."

"Do what together. The essay?"

"Yeah later. After school. We'll do it easy! I've got a more pressing
problem to sort out first though."

"What?"

Stan pointed to his crotch.

"This! Got to have a wank! Bloody chemistry next lesson and you've got me
going. You've the same problem haven't you! Let's sort ourselves out
together first!"

My little dick hadn't deflated since geography and I willingly followed
Stan into the toilet block. Into the first stall and locked the door.

Stan grinned his wonky grin and dropped his shorts and undies.

"You as well Andy!"

I was mesmerised by his dick but like a robot, I dropped my shorts and let
my dick spring free.

Stan was on it like a rocket!

"Fuck you're big! Way bigger than mine! OOhh! Nice!"

Waves of ecstatic pleasure washed through me as he very gently played with
my bits.

"Fuck Stan! That's soooo nice!!"

I reached down and started to fondle Stans dick. Ok, I felt it earlier but
to see it and caress it, to be able to play with his balls at the same time
was something else!

Needless to say, it took no time at all for us both to dry cum, falling
back against the wall of the cubical as the sensations crashed over
us. Stan was the first to speak.

"Bloody Nora! That was just incredible!"

"Fucking hell Stan! I've never felt anything like that, not ever! Got to do
that again!"

"Damn right we have! Shit! We better get going or we'll be late for the
next lesson and I'm fucked if I'm helping with another essay!"

Stan and I became very regular wank mates until we hit the third year of
secondary school when it was time to decide which direction to take
academically.

Stan was the brain box and naturally enough chose the sciences where as I,
not being that interested, went for engineering and whilst it involved a
lot of mathematics and physics was definitely more up my ally.

>From this point on, Stan and I didn't share any classes however we still
did get together on and off for illicit wanking sessions and remained solid
friends up and `til the end of our schooling when Stan went off to
university and I took up an apprenticeship in tool making and gradually we
lost touch.

Back to the third year and I was a horny thirteen year old with a dick that
just would not stay down for more than a few moments at a time! I was
looking out for another lad to `play' with and found one in Ian.

Ian was simply beautiful in my eyes. Full ruby-red lips, dark brown eyes
and a perfectly sculpted body.

Shame about his hair though!

I called him `thatched head' having this unruly mop of dark brown hair
which, no matter what he did to it, just stuck out from his head in every
which direction. Cute though!

He had moved schools so he could study engineering, ours having a special
purpose designed facility for this.

He was a couple of days late joining the school at the beginning of term
for some reason and so the first time I took notice of him was at one of
the compulsory physical education sessions. It turned out that Ian couldn't
swim and so was required to have swimming lessons in the school pool while
us `swimmers' did normal PE.

I was in the changing room having already showered and three parts dressed
when he came through. My heart missed a beat when I saw him! Super toned
body, no not muscular but just perfectly proportioned. An A1 bubble arse
and the most beautiful feet! Now why did I notice his feet? Feet are very
functional things. Expressly designed for walking and that's about it but
Ian's were smallish with lovely toes and gently shaped insteps! Ok I'm
weird!

Ian, dripping water, looked at me and gave me a big grin. "Hi-ya! Your Andy
aren't you?"

"Er, yes! I am. How did you know that?"

"I asked" he replied. "You looked like an `ok' kid and I don't know anyone
here so I thought `got to start somewhere' and you looked nice, so I
asked!"

Wow! Up front or what!

"Thanks for that! What's your name?"

"Ian. Ian Hellier. I transferred from St. Lukes so I could do
engineering. You doing that as well?"

"Yeah. I'm not what you'd call academic so it seemed the right thing to
do. Get dried and changed and I'll give you a guided tour, ok?"

"That'd be good but you'll have to wait while I dry `naturally' because
like a complete prick, I forgot to bring a towel to school!"

"Well I should hope you've a complete prick. Life's not much fun without
one!"

Ian looked down to his crotch and then at me with a smile. "It's all there
somewhere I think!"

I handed him my towel. "Look it's a bit damp but better than nothing. I'll
catch you outside when you're done if you want?"

"Hey thanks Andy! No need to go unless you want. Stay and talk?"

Now I wanted to stay and talk, look and perve his body but I was worried
about what my hormones were already doing to me but the invitation was just
to good to turn down.

"Sure why not! Where abouts do you live?"

"Ensham. You probably don't know it. It's the other side of town. Two
busses away. Do you know, I have to leave home at eight in the morning to
get here for nine?! Then a couple of busses back through town during the
rush hour and sometimes they're full? Yesterday it was six-thirty before I
got home!"

"I know Ensham! I was raised there! Our house was 45 Bridge Street! I went
to Ensham Primary school! We moved over this side just before I started
here when I was eleven! You going to get dressed or what!"

It was a form of defence. I was watching Ian doing a slow job of stripping
off and drying himself. I wanted so much to cop a view of his bits but at
the same time, not trying to seem too obvious.

He broke the impasse.

"What is it about cold water? Everything shrinks! Look!"

Ian turned around and there for me to survey were his treasures! Small and
shrunken! Uncut and totally hairless!

"Given the right conditions, it'll return to its former glory" I blushed, "
A bit of warmth and your imagination, - you'll end up like me. Mine never
seems to go down!"

Ian looked somewhat bashful and quiet suddenly and then spoke.

I'm thirteen and I'm bald down there. You growing anything?"

"Nah, not yet. Well maybe a few wispy bits but nothing to get excited
about. I can't cum anything yet and believe me, I've tried! I give it my
constant attention but still nothing!"

  As I spoke, I was still glancing my eyes between some point on the
ceiling and Ian's willy! His willy won despite all my attempts to be
relaxed about all of this.

"Oh fucking hell! I'm sorry but I've got to go somewhere Ian. I'll get back
in a mo. Ok?" I ran out of the changing rooms.

Ian looked and then shouted after me.

"My back's wet and it's your towel. It'd be nice if you could finish me
off?! Andy??"

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Hoping that you don't find this too much of a task to read, especially as
it doesn't contain a lot of `action'.

It is a true account of my boyhood so far as I can remember it.

Responses will be replied to. -- All. Good ,bad or otherwise.

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