Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2015 23:46:30 +1030 From: tom jones Subject: Aussie Beach Boy Part 1 {Bb} (con) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, events, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story may contain erotic and/or sexually explicit behaviour between consenting people. If it is illegal for you to, or you find this sort of work offensive, don't download or read it! This story is protected by copyright. It may not be downloaded or copied for other than your private enjoyment and may not be changed in any way without the expressed written consent of the author. This story may not be put on any other site without the author's express written consent. You may write me at Ilikegaystories2@hotmail.com Otherwise I hope you enjoy my first attempt at writing a story. I always wished I had an older brother, I grew up with 5 older sisters and a drunk for a father, so whenever I had the chance to hang out with an older boy or male role model I'd jump at the chance. Let me tell you a bit about myself, I'm a blonde Aussie boy who grew up in a beach side town just out of Geelong called Barwon Heads. My first memory of being attracted to another boy was when I was 7 years old, there was a boy in my class called Matthew Stephenson, this one day he was at the front of the class getting in trouble from the teacher. I remember was how I liked the look of his legs as he stood there crying in his grey shorts. He was a pure blonde, even his eyebrows were blonde. I remember noticing that he had a lot of hair on his legs, whereas mine were completely smooth. I have olive skin and an awesome tan that makes everyone jealous. I remember my mum and her friends always saying that I was so cute and that all the girls will have the hots for me, naturally this grossed me out, the last thing I wanted was a girl to like me! I had a few of friends that I would hang out with after school but for some strange reason we never all hung out together. I would float between them depending on what I felt like doing, they all had different interests, I never had close friends at school though. One of my friends James had 3 older brothers who would always beat us up and loved tormenting us, but I kinda liked it when they did because I never had that interaction with older guys. James and I would always play army in there play room at the back of the house, we would imagine these awesome story lines and let our imaginations run wild. We would build forts out of the couch cushions with sheets over the top. Most times we would have room in the fort that was the hospital, this always gave us the chance to 'fix' each other as we always seemed to get shot in the doodle or butt. TAKE COVER!! I shouted and we crawled back to our fort to seek out the enemy from the safety of our trenches, normally crawling over the top of each other giggling the whole time. AHHHHH James I'm hit!!! MEDIC!! James would yell. Don't worry Josh I've got your back man, I'll save you! Where are you hit mate? My leg James! I can't feel my leg!! As I drag myself over the top of James. Give me a look at it, OMG there's so much blood I need to take your pants off to treat the wound. At this point we would always go silent, listening for voices and movement in the next room and we would start whispering instead of yelling. Ok Josh, lift your bum up so I can pull your pants down, that's it well done man, I can see the bullet hole. He would be pushing and prodding my legs like he's fixing me. Josh can you feel it when I touch you here? No!! OMG I can't feel my legs!!! JOSH SHHHHHHH my brothers will hear! He would pinch and poke my legs asking if I can feel it slowly working his way up. Can you feel it when I push here? Giggling as he was poking around next to my smooth hairless nuts. Um no I don't think so. Keep going higher. Josh I think I need to take your jocks off so I can see if you have any more bullet holes. Lift your bum again. Ok can you feel this? Errrrr kinda, keep feeling around. It looks like you can feel it, your popping a stiffy HAHAHA. At this stage he had wrapped his small fist around my little 2 inch stiffy and was giving it a squeeze. I can kinda feel it, keep going! At this stage I always got butterfly's in my tummy. Normally at this point we would go silent and I'd let James explore my uncut doodle and small nuts. He was always fascinated with my hood as he was cut along with all his brothers. Mine was the first uncut doodle he ever saw. This would normally go on for a few minutes until we would hear someone in the next room and I would quickly pull up my undies and pants. Then start yelling again like we were still playing, but it was always hard to stop giggling as my rock hard doodle would be tenting out my shorts. One time I noticed that James kept grabbing his doodle and I asked him if he was ok and he said his doodle was thumping and it hurt. We went and hid in the fort and he kneeled in front of me and I pulled his pants down, to my surprise he didn't have any jocks on. I giggled and asked him why he didn't, he said his brother Carl said it's called commando so because we were playing army he thought it would make him a better commando. I took his small 1 inch stiffy in my hand, it was rock hard but the skin felt soft like velvet, it was really hot too. James asked me to rub his stiffy between my thumb and finger, James gave out a little whimper, I stopped thinking I was hurting him. No, don't stop!! Keep going! He whispered. I kept rubbing and his knees were shaking. Are you ok? Do you want me to stop? NO NO! Keep going, don't stop!! JAMES!! His mother yells as she was walking to the door. It's time to get ready and go to swimming training. We both shit ourselves as the door opened with his mum coming into the room. James scrambles to pull his pants up, thankfully we were under the cover of the sheet for our fort. James walks me to the front door, quickly says goodbye his cheeks bright red his hair was starting to be wet with sweat as James mum puts her hand on his forehead. James are you feeling ok you look hot. Yeah mum just been playing too hard. I head home wondering what just happened. My own stiffy rock hard and now thumping and getting sore. I didn't see James for a few days after that. But every now and then the thought of how it felt to hold his small stiffy would pop in my mind which would result in popping my own stiffy. I didn't understand why but I knew I liked the feeling. The next weekend James his oldest brother Carl and I rode our bikes to the local BMX track. It was quite a long way away for two 7 year olds to ride and Carl who was 14 kept riding way in front and yelling at us to hurry up or he'll leave us behind. We would pick up the pace but quickly tire out and slow back down. As we were riding I asked James if he was a commando again, giggling at the thought of him having no jocks on. Nah it made my doodle sore from rubbing my jeans. This gave me the chance to ask him about what happened the weekend before, he got all red in the cheeks and said shhhh!!! Slow down and let Carl go ahead. We slowed down a little but not enough to let Carl get angry. I asked James again. Dude you have to promise not to tell anyone!! Yeah of course, I won't tell anyone! Dude you said that last time and you told your sister and she told my brother and now he keeps teasing me for wetting my pants, he keeps telling me he'll tell mum unless I do what he wants. Ok, Ok I'm sorry, I promise I won't tell anyone. Ok but how about I sleep over at your place tonight and I can tell you and show you? Yeah ok, I'm sure mum won't mind. We rode for a few hours and then Carl said we better get going or it will be dark before we get home. The whole way home Carl was yelling at us to ride faster, we were sweating so much and so puffed out. When we got home it was just on dusk and James mum was out the front mad as ever because we were late. Carl quickly came up with an excuse and said we had to push James bike to the petrol station to pump up the tyre because it had a slow leak. Mum you wouldn't want James to keep riding with a flat tyre and stuff the tyre! She bought the excuse and calmed down. As we were putting the bikes away in the shed Carl picks up a nail and pushes it into James tyre. Carl looks at us with an evil stare. You girls are never coming with me to the track again you hear me!! You almost got me grounded!! He then punched James in the arm and smacked me across the head. James held back the tears never wanting to show weakness to his older brothers. We went inside to ask his mum if he could sleep at my place. Ok but make sure you take a shower before bed, you boys stink like a locker room!! We give each other a high five and run to James room to pack a bag, as we run I catch a quick glimpse of Carl as he was getting undressed in his room to take a shower. James is in his room grabbing some clothes and I tell him I need to pee, I walk slowly past Carls bedroom hoping to get another look but he had already jumped into the shower. I pee and then go to wash my hands and I can hear the shower running in the bathroom. I gently knock on the door but Carl doesn't answer so I open the door and see Carl bending over and rubbing his stiffy very quickly. Carl see's that I've come in. Shut the door he barks at me. I shut the door behind me and I can't look away as I see Carls stiffy in all its glory, it had a thin light brown dusting of hair above his 4 inch stiffy. I've hardly seen hair on another boy and Carls notices that I can't look away and gets a sly grin on his face as he keeps rubbing his stiffy. I'm transfixed on his stiffy and can't look away, Carl too is transfixed and can't look away from watching me watch him rub his stiffy. He keeps speeding up and starts to moan, my own boy cock is hard in seconds as I watch, he's breathing is getting quicker. He asks me if I like watching him jack off, I've never heard it called that but I nod knowing what he means. I'm now rubbing my own stiffy through my shorts as Carl moans and starts to shake, Carl then stops rubbing and is still, his body is stiff and not moving and I notice a watery white goo running down the glass shower screen. Carl looks up at me still with his sly grin and tells me to pull my shorts down and show him my dick, I get nervous and quickly make an exit and walk straight into James. He notices that I'm acting funny and look red in the cheeks then hears the shower running. Josh, what happened? What did he do to you? James instantly gets angry and storms into the bathroom just as Carl is getting out of the shower, James hip and shoulders Carl catching him off guard. Carl falls over as James yells 'leave him alone!!' James turns around grabbing me but the hand and he storms out of the house dragging me along behind him. We quickly walk the short distance to my place with James still holding my hand. James walks straight through our front door and he leads me to my room. Only once we were in my room did he let go of my hand so he could shut the door behind us. He was pacing my room. I hate him so much! If he hurt you I'll kill him! Why is he so mean?!? James its ok, I'm ok. I say trying to calm him down. No its not ok, I hate him! I stand in front of James and put my hands on his shoulders and make him look at me. James its ok, I just walked in on him in the shower and he was rubbing his stiffy that's all, he didn't do anything! Slowly he calmed down and we start to play a game on my Nintendo 64.