Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 23:36:15 +0000 From: monoman30 Subject: An Early Start (Gay/Young Friends) Here's another short one. There will be one more installment. Thanks for all the great feedback you guys have given me! It's very much appreciated. Email: monoman30@protonmail.com And Nifty appreciates your charitable donations! Now that this crazy election is over let's chill out, read some stories, and support our favorite site! An Early Start Oh great, I thought. Just freaking great. My older brother had recently joined the Navy, and my family had just informed me that they decided to use the empty room for a foster child. I was fourteen, about to start my first year of high school, and honestly having my brother gone was kind of a relief. We hadn't gotten along well, and I was relieved to finally have some peace and quiet, not to mention privacy. But no, now we're taking in some reject kid. Wonderful. Why on earth they would choose to do that is beyond me. The following weeks they had to jump through all kinds of hoops, not to mention change a bunch of things in the house to make it "safe" enough. Whatever. My interest piqued slightly when they said the potential kid was a ten year old boy named Lyle. Let me back up. So, I'm a bit of a special case. Do you remember the first time you got off? You were probably, what, eleven or twelve? I don't remember my first time because I've been having orgasms my entire life. Like, I literally remember being four years old and my brother getting mad at me and telling me to stop moving in my bed because it was annoying. I kept telling him I had itchy mosquito bites. I tried explaining it to him once. That if you play with yourself enough and think sexy things you get "the feeling," this tickle all over your body. He thought I was weird. By fourth grade I was already very sexually experienced. Mentally, at least. My friends were still trying to determine whether girls had cooties, meanwhile I had a fairly robust Hot or Not system. It was my favorite pastime. You know what I'm talking about. You walk around public areas rating girls, thinking "She's alright. Oh, she's pretty hot, I'd totally fuck her, 8.5 at least. Ew that one's gross. Well, maybe on a rainy day with a bag over her head. A low 3." One day it was open-house at school. You know, where the parents and families can come and see the classrooms and the kid's projects and shit. I was roaming around and saw my friend Colin down the hall. Some girl was introducing him to her mom, and I waved and headed his way. As I passed the girl I heard her mom say, "You're right, he's gorgeous!" Wait, what? Gorgeous? Colin? How could a boy be gorgeous? Girls could be gorgeous. I guess men could be "hot" if they were movie stars or had big muscles or whatever. But a fourth grade boy? Did... girls check out boys? More importantly, why was Colin, who looked to me like just any other kid, "gorgeous," and I wasn't? (And to answer your question, yes, Colin was gorgeous). I was determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, and I felt I was uniquely suited to the task. I had a developed and refined Hot or Not system already. I just needed to start judging boys, too. I remember getting on the bus the next morning and sizing up the boys in a way I never had before. "Okay, Alex has pretty eyes. I guess Bryan's got a nice smile that girls would probably like..." By seventh grade, it was second nature. The problem was my system was kind of broken. My peers had finally developed enough that certain boys were openly considered "hot." But these boys often didn't align with my own system. Big, stupid Gareth Thompson was hot? Gross. Why was no one paying attention to little Matthew Whelan, with that cute dimpled smile and those curly eyelashes and that tight little body and butt? Good Lord I wanted to bend that boy over the bench in the locker room so bad... By eighth grade, I don't know why but girls just didn't fit into the equation for me anymore. I still found girls attractive, but my masturbatory fantasies had switched 100% to the cute boys. Particularly the small, underdeveloped ones. Body hair was gross. Pubic hair was gross until I got some of my own, then it wasn't a total turn off, but I still preferred my boys nice and smooth. When I thought about my pending high school career all I could picture was big smelly jocks, which I had zero interest in. I wished I could remain in middle school. So it was during this tumultuous summer that my family decided to adopt a kid. As if my annoying little sister wasn't enough of a handful. Well, at least it was a boy. My expectations were quite low, so when he finally came over to meet us I was pleasantly surprised to find that he was a normal looking, skinny kid with green eyes and blond hair buzzed short. He had thick lips and fleshy features that reminded me a lot of Jeremy, a boy from school that I had been crushing hard on that year. He could've been Jeremy's younger brother. They sent us up to my room to get to know each other, and he was quiet and shy. I chatted with him a little but I could tell he was pretty overwhelmed, so I just played video games as he watched. Damn he had some nice lips, though. Later they asked my opinion, and I said he seemed fine. Kinda quiet. They said he had something called "attention deficit hyperactive disorder," basically super ADD. But this was a time when everyone and their brother supposedly had ADD, so whatever. A few days later he moved in. We got along fine. He hung out in my room a lot. After a while I kinda saw the wild side they were referring to, though. He played with the young kids across the street, and you could tell he was a bit much. He could get really loud when he was worked up, and he always pushed things just a little too far. He also sometimes lost his shit and threw a tantrum, but personally I never had any problems with him. I was almost five years older than him, so maybe I was like a big brother to him. One night he was hanging out in my room before bed, like he often did. We were fooling around, doing who knows what, and I was vaguely horny, and a harmless little idea occurred to me. "Lyle," I said. "I dare you to flash your crotch at the house across the street." I had a big sliding glass door that led onto a small balcony, and at night it would get so dark out that it basically acted as a mirror. "No!" "Why not!" "What if someone sees?" "It's like ten o'clock at night, there's no one out there. And we're on the second story, they wouldn't be able to see anything anyway." He stood in front of the window, looking out. Then he pulled down the front of his pajamas and flashed his crotch. I could dimly make out his small penis. He giggled, wiggling it, and put it away. "You should moon them, too!" I suggested. I have a strong affinity for boy's butts. He giggled, then turned around and flashed his little butt at the glass. Then he bent over and pulled the cheeks apart. It was more than I'd asked for, and I appreciated the dim view. I adjusted my dick, standing it upright so it was less obvious and more comfortable. I was content with that, and we just started watching TV while I waited for him to get tired and go to his room so I could jack off. I was discreetly rubbing my hard on thinking about what I'd seen, absently watching the TV, when he called my name. When I turned I saw that he had pulled down the front of his PJs and was showing me his dick. It wasn't a reflection this time. And he had a boner. It was small, probably smaller than my index finger. He wasn't circumcised, and his foreskin covered everything and extended slightly past the head. He wiggled it around and giggled. "Oh my god, Lyle! Gross!" I turned away, but that image was blazing in my mind. Holy shit he just showed me his hard dick! My own cock was raging. He did it a couple more times, calling my name and flashing me, and I "fell for it," and did the grossed-out routine, secretly loving this. "I dare you to touch it!" Lyle said. Wow, was this kid actually DARING me to touch his hard penis? How fucking awesome was this? "Ew, gross! Do I have to?" "Yes!" "Can't you dare me to do something else?" "No! You have to touch it." "Okay, fine." I got down on my knees before his exposed penis, so horny I could barely think straight. I reached up and gently grabbed his dick with my fingers, feeling the loose, warm, incredibly soft skin on that little bone while he held his pants down with one hand and his shirt up with the other. I forced myself to stop after a couple seconds. "Okay, there. Happy now?" I dared him to do something stupid, I don't remember what, then it was his turn again. "I dare you to suck on it!" !!! "What? No! That's gross! Do I have to?" "Yes!" Ohmygodohmygodohmygod "For how long?" "Umm... five seconds!" "Alright." I knelt again in front of his little dick. I grabbed his PJs and pulled them down past his hips. His balls were just a small, tight mound with a few tiny folds in the skin, kind of a pinkish color. "Look!" Lyle said with a giggle. "It's pulsing." It was. It bobbed gently in the air with its throbs. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. "Okay, here we go," I said, and took hold of it. Then I leaned forward and put it in my mouth. I closed my lips around its small diameter and swabbed the underside with my tongue, getting my first taste of boy penis, but he abruptly pulled away. "Hold still, Lyle!" "It tickles!" I put it in my mouth again and was just starting to suck on it when he pulled it away again, giggling. "Lyle, stop!" "But it tickles!" "Well I can't suck on it for five seconds if you keep pulling away!" Honestly I didn't care because it provided an excuse to start over each time, but this time when I put it in my mouth he didn't pull away. I put my hands on his small, warm, bare hips and sucked on his dick. It was incredible. I could feel it's little pulses against my lips. My suction stretched his foreskin and I felt it rolling around on my tongue like the loose rubber at the end of a balloon. I was sucking on a ten year old's dick. My mind was entirely incapable of counting seconds, so when I felt an appropriate amount of time had passed I gave a final, loving suck and slid it out past my lips. Lyle pulled his PJs up as I sat back in a daze. "Now dare me to do something!" "Okay. Uh... lick the carpet." It was just the first thing that came to mind. I needed to jack off. Badly. Lyle licked the carpet. "Okay, now you have to suck my dick for ten seconds!" he demanded. Holy crap, really? Again? "Fine, let's get it over with," I said, kneeling in front of him as he pulled his dick out. Jesus Christ I was going to suck his dick AGAIN! For twice as long! I held it in my fingers and started sucking on it again, trying not to moan or sigh with satisfaction. Fuck, I could suck this kid's dick forever. I sucked on it for all I was worth, savoring every second. I felt like I was going to cum in my pants. I finished and sat back, almost light headed. "Lemme see your balls," I asked. He didn't seem very shy, so why not? He pulled his PJs back down and showed me that small mound. I felt the soft, textured skin with my thumb. "Suck on em," Lyle said. It wasn't his turn, but I certainly wasn't going to point that out. I held his dick up and took that warm mound into my mouth. I ran my tongue over the tight scrotum, just barely able to make out the small testicles inside. As I pulled away, he pointed his boner toward my lips, and I sucked on it again. "I dare you to kiss my neck," Lyle said. The rules had gone out the window, apparently. Fine with me. "Okay." He dropped to his knees in front of me, and I kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder, just above the collar of his plaid PJs. "Wait," I said after I kissed him. "Did you mean a regular kiss, or like a tongue kiss?" "A tongue kiss!" "Okay, fine, let me do it again." I pulled his collar to the side, exposing more of his neck, and I kissed his skin with my mouth open, moving my tongue across the dry boy skin. I reached up and put my hand on his other shoulder and kissed my way halfway up his neck, until he hunched his shoulders and giggled. "Did that tickle?" "Hee hee yes." "What now?" "You have to kiss my whole body!" Oh. Oh, wow. "Your... whole body?" "Yes! And you have to tongue kiss it, too!" Okay, seriously, what the fuck had I done in a previous life to deserve this? Save the world? "Alright. If you want. You have to get naked though." He unbuttoned his top and took it off without complaint, then pulled his bottoms and boxers off, until he was standing completely naked in my room by the light of the TV. I decided to turn it off. There was plenty of light coming in from the street lamp. I got on my knees and put my hands on his bare waist. I glanced down at that enticing, throbbing boner sticking straight out between his legs, and then started where I'd left off, kissing and tasting his neck. I didn't taste every single inch of him, there's a lot of skin on a ten year old boy, so I took a lot of shortcuts, but he was surprisingly patient and well behaved as I got all the parts that mattered. He even put his hands on my shoulders and tilted his head back as I kissed down his warm chest, stopping to gently suck each of his soft little nipples. When I got past his belly-button I laid him down on the floor. I kissed his lower belly and his hips. I sucked his penis into my mouth again, and his balls. I spread his legs and sucked on his perineum. I kissed and licked his smooth inner thighs. His outer thighs. His knees. I lifted his skinny legs and kissed my way down his calves. "Okay, turn over." He did so, and I was treated to his tiny, skinny butt. I avoided the back of his neck because I knew it would be ticklish, so I started with the back of his shoulders. I kissed his small shoulder blades, then down his smooth spine, my lips dry with the taste of boy, until I reached the crack of his butt. I'd desperately been wanting to eat a boy's ass for years. It's almost a fetish for me, and now, unbelievably, here it was, smooth and naked and inviting, right in front of my face. I kissed the soft mounds of his cheeks, licked the smooth white skin. I kissed my way from the bottom of his crack to the top, then dragged my tongue lightly along the warm crevice. "Do I have to tongue kiss the hole?" I asked in a daze. "Hee hee, yup!" "Aww, do I have to?" "Yes!" I pulled his butt cheeks apart. I couldn't really see his hole because it was dark. I lowered my face into that dark crevice. My lips found the hot, smooth spot of skin. I took a moment to be grateful that we take showers at night in my family. And then I pushed my tongue into him and briefly, but deeply, French kissed his butt hole, his cheeks pressed against mine, still moist and slippery from my tongue. His hole was so tight I had to harden my tongue and push it into him. It was heavenly. Pretense had left the room, and the next fifteen or twenty minutes was just a blur of naked little boy-body. That hot, hard little dick with its loose foreskin. The warm little mound of scrotum. That tight, tiny hole, always making me wonder if I can get my tongue even deeper this time. Lyle asked if he could suck my dick a couple of times, even going back to daring me, and I desperately wanted to. I wanted to get naked and lay back and let this kid do whatever he wanted with my rock hard cock. But I was circumcised, and he wasn't, and I wasn't sure if he knew about that. And my dick was so much bigger. I didn't know it at the time but I do have a larger than average penis when it's hard, and compared to him I was positively monstrous. Also, and most importantly, I knew that if he so much as touched my trigger I'd shoot all over the poor boy. He lived with us, which meant there was a pretty good possibility I'd get the chance to be in this situation again, and I didn't want to do anything that might compromise the chances of that happening. So I resisted the temptation. But a fourteen year old boy with an unusually powerful sex drive can only take so much. It was with a heavy heart that I took my lips off his hole, gave his scrotum a final lick, his amazing, eager little boner one last suck, then told him I had to go to the bathroom. My dick was so hard it hurt. There was no need to tease it. With the taste of the skin of his penis on my tongue, my lips dry from all the naked skin I'd kissed, my cheeks wet from being buried in the crack of his ass, my orgasm wasn't something I needed to chase, it was something I'd been holding back, and with the barest pressure I came so hard my knees buckled and I had to put my hand on the towel rack to steady myself as thick jets of my fourteen year old cum slapped audibly against the raised lid of the toilet, then onto the porcelain, then finally into the water. It was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, which in my case is saying something, considering my early start. I stood there a moment, holding my dick, trying to wrap my mind around the reality of what had just happened. I cleaned the toilet as best I could, then went back to my room, utterly spent. Lyle had pulled a blanket over himself, and as soon as I closed the door he tossed it aside and wiggled his hard dick, beckoning me. "No, Lyle, that's enough." "Aww! Come on!" "It's getting late. And we shouldn't be doing that stuff anyway." Lyle pouted and pulled his PJs on and went to his room, and I went to sleep. Thanks for reading! I'm still a fairly new writer, just started in August. Here's a list of what I've written, on case you're interested: Sleeping on the Floor Just For Practice, Bro! Step Brother Porn Little Helpers A Private Room So, That Happened Roller-Boy These are all in the Young Friends section. If you wanna read one and can't find it let me know and I'll just send you the link. I also wrote one called Alex's Geography Lesson in the High School section.