Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2013 15:07:36 +0800 (WST) From: Paul Hart Subject: Belonging Part 1 Belonging We'd both been sort of "different" at school and naturally we were attracted to each other, at first in a general sort of way then later...more intimately. Early on aged about 12 we'd discovered the pleasures of fondling and stroking, then it was mutual masturbation - at which we became rather good. I do recall several lengthy session when I had him begging me to "let me cum, please let me cum" - I was always the one to draw things out for as long as possible. For example if he became carried away while I was sucking him off, I'd withdraw, no way did I want to spoil things by having him cum too soon! Mind you, I did enjoy sucking him, you know the feeling as you roll your tongue around that lovely smooth helmet, the slight salty tang...and the panting boy before you thrusting his loins back and forth...? Anyway, we were now slowly progressing, whereas before we'd both pretended to gain stimulus from viewing naked female images, we had discovered they weren't necessary...it was sufficient to run hands over each other's bodies, to caress and fondle...more than sufficient and we'd started "giving finger" too, the delights of digital anal penetration were becoming more apparent..and then, greatly daring, with my finger firmly up him, we kissed for the first time...bliss and I could feel him shaking with passion. That is how mother found us, entwined with my finger plunging in and out of him. She stood looking at the scene for rather longer than I expected, then Mother herself never got out much, didn't seem to have any close friends or have any social aspirations, I grew up very much with just her for company...perhaps I was a "mother's boy" in that sense? Anyway, after the initial shock and scramble for clothes there were no immediate repercussions except later, I noticed she was red eyed and silent so it was a relief when she broached the subject. "You know Donny, it's time you mixed with some...well...REAL boys...I'm sorry, I should have realised earlier...your friend, well he's sort of well...girly isn't he...and he's led you into bad ways. I've been thinking and I've made a call, there's this boys club run by those church people, they have all those activities you know and lots of boys your age and older - what say we give it a try? Please...darling? Thankful that I'd got off so lightly and resolved to continue with my relationship anyway, I wandered off to the church hall later in the week. As I'd expected there was a wealth of gymnastic equipment lying around, various mats and the like and a group of boys and young men excercising or standing around chatting in a familiar sort of way. A smiling youth introduced himself and took me round to meet some of the others, all were extremely friendly, I even felt I was being sized up in some way but took no notice because one and all, they were clad in those revealing excercise clothes and THAT certainly focused my attention. Since I wasn't properly dressed I didn't stay long but made my excuses...mentioning I'd be back next week...possibly with mum - she wanted to see how things were going. They nodded understandingly and bid me a warm farewell. I reported back to mum, relieved by my account she made her mind up, yes she'd attend that next session and meanwhile we'd get me properly kitted out. Later that day in the shop I tried on a variety of body hugging shiny stuff...by and large I rather liked the result and eventually settled on something fairly low key yet body hugging "My you are a slim boy...how do you do it?" Mum had nothing to worry about, seemingly a shy timid little thing, she had curves in the right places - not too pronounced mind you but rather willowy I suppose...and she'd never paired up since Dad left either, her self confidence was shot I supposed. Of course I continued seeing me "special friend" but only round at his place. Next time, he produced something new - he'd found in his sister's drawer, a dildo, not full size but slim line. Apprehensive at first I let him lubricate the thing and then bent down as he prodded "Relax, they say you have to relax..." I had been tensing of course, a suddent sharp pain, stretching, and in it slid. The feelings, were so strange! Pain, guilty pleasure and a mix of other things but then he started to fuck me with it, I let him continue for a while but then suddenly he'd changed the angle and must have touched something...in a rush I felt all warm and sexy, then as if I needed to pee...and a dribble of cum shot out! I was bewildered, what had we been doing wasting our time fiddling around? My turn next and learning from my own experience I slipped it into him without fuss, content to simply move it in and out for a while, I reached round to get him hard again. He was enjoying this I could tell by the little gasps he made "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me...please...fuck me..." it sounded so sexy coming from a young man, I was still coming to terms with boys getting fucked! Now I knew it was possible, it opened up prospects I'd never dreamed of, so deliberately I angled the dildo downward and after a couple of strokes, hit that same spot...the boy shook and gasped loudly, on my hand I felt the warm sticky stuff I knew so well. After, we looked at each other in amazement, both started at once "Next time...can we...use you know...instead..." and we burst out giggling. Before then however I had other business - there was my club meeting! Trying on my sports gear I posed before the mirror, I felt rather pleased, slim hips and lithe torso, black curls and snub nose, pretty I suppose but I'd certainly do, and then glancing behind I was pleasantly surprised by the way the clothes accentuated my pert buttocks and shapely legs, very inviting - but only to the right people of course. I allowed a hand to stray, posing in front of the mirror was fun, carefully I reached for my penis and began to masturbate - I really enjoy doing it while admiring myself, you can pretend all sorts of things - can't you? Bliss, I was really randy...thoughts of fucking that lovely boy in the mirror...oh God, what would it be like? Mum was at the doorway "Nearly time to...oh!" She was crimson.