Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2009 11:23:13 -0600
From: Remy Meggs
Subject: CHRIS AND SWEETIE

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Chris and Sweetie
By Remy Meggs

SWEETIE


My mom was a model, not one of the rich and famous and she only worked a few
times a year. My father worked for the railroad, we were not rich by any
means but I had anything I wanted, especially clothes.

During my 7th year my older cousin Karen was going to stay with us during
her summer break from the University.  She would get paid for taking care of
me, and watching television and I could do what I wanted.

One morning I was in my room and heard noises from her room down the hall.
Thinking she was sick I jumped out of bed and ran down the hall. I looked
through the keyhole before opening the door and I could not believe my eyes.
She was lying on the bed naked with something sticking out of her bottom and
I could see it was all wet and she kept pushing it in and out. Now at 7 you
have no idea that a girl has so many holes. So I presumed since you couldn't
get something the big in your tiny peepee hole that she was putting it in
her bum. Whatever she was doing she was doing it on purpose and she was
having a lot of fun. I knocked on the door. The reply came "Go take a bath
sweetie I'll get your breakfast in a little while".

I did and an hour later she came and got me and dried me off. I went
downstairs and ate my cereal without getting dressed, "What do you want for
lunch?"

"Peanut butter."  I answered.
"Do you have any plans today?"
"I was going swimming and I have a picture I want to draw."
"Well, ok. Sweetie is something wrong?"
"No."
She poured honey on my cereal, "You like that. Maybe that will make you feel
better!"

I really was not in a bad mood. I was thinking of what I saw and wondered
how good it really felt. I was deep in thought remembering how she squirmed
and wiggled on the bed making all those girl noises.
I wasn't a horny little kid. I actually had no idea what I had seen. I
didn't know sex, I didn't really understand more than Dad tickling me
sometimes when I became rowdy or I pestered him. I just know my cousin liked
whatever it was she was doing.

I went swimming in the pool, laid in the sun, went back to the pool had
lunch, my cousin joined me at the pool for awhile, then she went into the TV
room to watch her afternoon girly shows. I went to the family room and
turned on cartoons. Yet, on my mind is what she was doing in her room. Bored
I got out my coloring book and got involved with coloring a pirate
concentrating the best I could.

I stopped coloring and looked at the wax coloring stick. Then an idea came
to me. All I had to do is find something wet. I set aside the coloring book
and went up stairs to the kitchen to find anything wet and slippery. I was
getting excited about the idea. I wanted to try it and I wanted to try it
now. Honey, maple syrup, olive oil, lard, I went through everything in the
cabinets. My cousin came into the kitchen and saw everything sitting on the
shelves, "Sweetie what are you doing?"

Well I couldn't really tell her because I didn't know exactly what I was
looking for I just wanted it wet and slippery.

"You must be hungry sweetie, I'll make you a sandwich and I think we have
some chips."

While she worked I kept going through the cabinets. Finally she stopped me,
"What on earth are you looking for?"

"Wet and slippery!" My stupid mouth blurted.

She laughed, "I have no idea what you are up to." She picked up the olive
oil, "This is for salads and cooking. You can't get any more wet and
slippery than this."

I sat and ate the sandwich although I was hardly hungry. When I finished I
grabbed the oil and ran back in to my coloring. I heard her yell for me to
come back and put things away. I left it of course. Then I grabbed my
coloring book and colors and went to my room.

It took a long time for me to get the idea, to get it right. When I did I
could do it all day. I went swimming, I rode by bike, playing with friends.
I learned a lot about wax and olive oil and how much fun it was once you got
used to it. All day long no matter what I did my body would have -- what I
would call later -- orgasms. The bad part was sometimes it would happen when
I didn't expect it to happen and I would stand there with people around
either convulsing, trembling or whimpering. Sometimes it was very
embarrassing, like the time we were riding our bikes and I ran into a tree.

Another bad thing is I went through wax colors fast and mom... was not
suspicious but wondering what I was doing with so many until one day she
came home with jumbos. I thought I would faint, but they did last a lot
longer.

One day I came down stairs to hear my cousin making plans to leave for the
day and go out with a girlfriend, and the girlfriends little brother would
watch me.  I wasn't really happy about that. When the time came she tried to
get me to at least wear shorts, and of course I refused. When she let them
in the door she apologized in my behalf and told them I was spoiled. They
shouldn't pay attention to a little baby. Then the introductions were made.

The boys name was Chris. He was a lot older than me and he had muscles even
on his tummy. The girlfriend laughed and said it was okay that I was nude.
Her brother never wears clothes and is tanned all over. Well I was tanned
all over, but in my mind Chris was a lot darker than I was.

When they left he looked around the house not really talking to me. When he
finished he took his clothes off and put them on the kitchen table, nice and
neat. He told me he was going to take a shower and then go to the pool and
he would find us something to eat for dinner.

I looked at his body and bits and giggled because he looked like I did just
with a bigger bit. Actually I had never seen one that big, but it wasn't as
big as he was going to get. I followed him to the bathroom. "How old are
you?" I asked.

"Almost 12." he answered.
"How did you get muscles on your tummy?"
"I lift weights. I have big arms too, for someone my age." He showed me his
muscles.
"You have a big thing too."
"Naw it's not big. I have seen giant ones. Mine doesn't even do anything."
"What are they supposed to do?" I asked.
"Well, when they get big like older guys have they do a lot more."
I shrugged and got in the shower with him and washed. Neither one of us,
well at least I didn't think about anything sexual. I am pretty sure he
didn't either. We ran through the house naked and went to the pool.

That morning of course I stuffed myself and kicking my legs in the water
gave me convulsions every few minutes, which of course Chris was seeing. Of
course they were also wearing me out. He grabbed me, picked me up and sat me
on the side of the pool, "I didn't know you were sick. They should have told
me that."

"I am not sick. I just get excited and tickle inside and get a weird feeling
and shake sometimes."

"Well you are going to have to stop swimming when you are getting those
feelings or you will end up drowning yourself. Let's go inside and let you
rest some."

After he had me comfortable with my coloring book he got be a cola and then
he went and started watching TV. He had a music channel on so I know he
wouldn't be around for a long time. Being seven, something people don't
remember is, that a 7 year old can do what I was doing all day long. So
there I was on the couch tickling myself with that wax color, in and out, in
and out for who knows how long.

 Out of breath I laid there panting still holding the color in place until I
settled some. When I opened my eyes Chris was standing at the end of the
couch between my legs, he was smiling from ear to ear. "No wonder you go
into convulsions all the time! You are ticking yourself! I heard you crying
out and came to see what was wrong, then I realized you were not crying at
all you were having fun."

I wasn't ashamed of what I was doing but I was giggling because his peepee
was standing up and I could see all his muscles. "Well if you tell on me you
will be the one in trouble cause my mom will say this is something personal
and no one's business."

He didn't lose his smile, "Well I do stuff too. I rub mine on my pillow all
the time because it tickles a lot. When you are doing that you are wiggling
and squirming like a little worm and make a lot of cute noises. You just
look so cute!"

I pulled the crayon out at sat up on the couch. He sat next to me and I
could see his `wiener' as he called it sticking up and it even looked like
it was moving a little. I looked at it for awhile and said, "I didn't know
they tickled at all."

"Well mine does. I have heard older boys talk about it. So I guess it does
it to most boys. I looked at my wax color, then at his wiener. He was a lot
thicker than my colors were but just a little shorter. I had an idea. Before
I could figure out how to say it, he must have been reading my mind, "Maybe
we should put my wiener in your bum and tickle them both at the same time!"

I looked at him and grinned. We got up and went to by bedroom. I took the
olive oil with me and when we got there he was still all excited. Actually
it looked like it grew more, or maybe because I was closer to it. Either way
I put the olive oil on it and he pulled back, "What is that for?"  He asked.

"That is to make it wet and slippy so it goes in and out really good." He
came forward again and I put the oil in my hands. I started to touch that
big wiener and the first thing I felt is how soft and thick it was, Then, I
felt the heat from it. That would be a lot nicer than my color sticks.

I played with it a little bit then I looked up at him, "How are you going to
get it in me?" With some effort and excitement from both of us he basically
had me like I was lying on the couch. He got between my legs and rubbed it a
little between them, which of course started tickling us both. Then he
stopped.

We have to get your bum a lot higher. He grabbed the throw pillows in my
room and then the pillow for my head and started putting them under me. He
looked at me and smiled, "You think this will be fun?"

I returned the grin and nodded. I know I wanted to try it and if it was
anything like my crayon I was going to burst. He got back between my legs
and put the pretty red top against my hole and my legs wrapped around him.
We were both surprised by that and he looked at me questioningly. I could
see it and said, "They just did it on their own. You have to go slow Chris
in and out a little at a time until you get it all the way in or it will
hurt me. After it gets all the way in then you can move it how you want."

There was no right or wrong to what we were going. There was no one pushing
the other one or trying to control one another. We just both wanted to play.
As soon as that pretty red top touched me I started to wiggle. He reached
down and grabbed my hips, "Now hold still a minute until I can get it in
you!"  He looked at me and grinned, I grinned back. His hands holding me
there seemed to be something he had to do, it was natural to do just like my
legs wrapping around him. Then without warning he leaned over me and got
close to my face, "Can I kiss you?"

"I guess but if you don't put it in I want my colors back."

He leaned over and kissed me soft on the mouth. Not a teen kiss or anything
just a little peck that he held for a few moments and while he did that I
felt him go into my little hot bottom. While he kept kissing my mouth and
nose and eyes I realized he was rubbing his wiener against me and not in me.
I could hardly breath and by body was pump and squeezing and wiggling and I
couldn't breathe be a little bit , "What ... Is ... in me!!!!"

 "My finger, now kiss me back." I couldn't kiss him but he continued to kiss
on me. Then my mouth must have opened because somehow his tongue got in
there just as I convulsed from the tickling. Then I found my tongue in his
mouth and I didn't want to stop this kissing. He repositioned his body
without stopping and I could feel his finger leave my bum then his thick
wiener popped into me. I convulsed again and wrapped my legs and arms around
him while my body wiggled and squirmed. I could barely breathe. This was
better than a wax color, this was better than anything I imagined.

A few minutes later he convulsed pushing hard into as he kept kissing for a
few moments he held perfectly still. We were both breathing hard. I looked
in his brown eyes, "You are not done are you?"
He grinned and kissed me.

I blurted out,  "We can do this all night if you want to."

"I want too." He whimpered and made noises and grunted a lot He was really
noisy, at least as noisy as I was.

We of course did it as much as we could all night long. All summer long, in
fact the rest our of our lives. I was in love. I was sure he loved me.
Neither of us would ever stop. It may have just been the love of two babies
but I could hear his heart pumping and I know, I just knew it was never
going to stop.


Chris
My sister was a pain. I mean she was always a pain. Dad let me run around
naked at home and in the back yard. I would lift my weights and she would
come by, poking with a finger to tickle me and I would almost drop them on
myself. I yelled and cussed to no avail.  Right after school was out, she
had a bunch of friends over. I ignored them all and went outside and started
lifting weights. I was mad actually.  It wasn't fair she had so many friends
and I had none.  Well not close ones anyway. I was liked I guess by a lot of
people, but really didn't have any close friends.

Then I saw the bunch of them with her bedroom window open on the second
floor and they were all taking turns watching me lift weights. I know they
were watching more than that now, but at that point in time I just knew they
were looking at my little boy muscles.

Half the summer was gone. I had hung out with friends and did regular summer
things but I was bored. That particular day my sister was in her room on the
phone and yelled out the window, "Chris you want to earn twenty dollars,
maybe more?"

It was some kind of trap. I never trusted her since I could remember. "Leave
me alone!"

She came down the stairs and into the back yard. She had her phone with her,
"Seriously Deirdre and I want to go shopping and to the movies, but she is
watching her little cousin, he is seven. If you watch him I'll give you
$20.00 and if you do a good job, Deirdre will even give you more."

When we look at this scenario, we know that if mom and dad and my sister are
gone they get me a babysitter. Now suddenly, they wanted me to babysit
someone even younger.  I knew this was a trap of some kind, and I would
either get in trouble or I would not get paid. "I think you are messing with
me again."

She whined and carried on but I would not give in. Then knowing she was
going shopping I said, "I want $40 from each of you and you can't be gone
more than five hours. I want it up front too! You are not ripping me off
again.

She spoke on the phone a few min more then turned back to me, "Ok $40 that's
$80 but no more later on."

"If I don't get it you will be in big trouble you know. You just remember if
you are not back I will start calling mom until she answers the phone and
tell her everything."

Then she told me I had to put shorts on and a shirt. I went upstairs and she
was in too big a hurry for me to take a shower. I put on my blue mesh shorts
and my matching mesh T-Shirt and my blue sandals. "I want pizza too!" I
yelled down the stairs.

Her answer was that I would be rich enough to buy my own. Well I would be so
it didn't matter. She drove us over to the big house. It was about a half
mile away from ours but it was huge compared to our house.  We were let in
by my sister's girlfriend and we were all introduced and there is a naked
boy standing there. He didn't care if anyone saw him or not.

He was sort of like me in a way. His parents let him do that and they didn't
mind. This wouldn't be so bad after all. He would probably watch some TV,
maybe play with his toys, eat the pizza I would order and go to sleep.

As soon as the girls left I took off my clothes and went upstairs to take a
shower. This boy sweetie and he was called, followed me. We watched me and I
let him. He wasn't boring but he didn't seem to be too bright either. Well
as least at first anyway.

We went swimming, for awhile, he then began to have convulsions, several of
them. Then I got scared and lifted him out of the pool. I got him in the
house, got him comfortable on his couch and got him a drink. Then I went
upstairs and watched my music shows.

About an hour into the music I heard what sounded like moaning and crying. I
was hoping he wasn't dying on me. I ran to the living room and I could not
say anything I just watched him for about 10 minutes. He wiggled and
squirmed and he was enjoying what he was doing. Even though I had only
rubbed myself on a pillow before, I was bright enough to know exactly what
he was doing.

He got into what he was doing so much that even not thinking about sex I got
a stiffy watching him have fun. When he finally saw me standing near him, he
didn't even stop completely at first. Then between us we got an idea and
started having fun together.

We became best friends and had a lot of fun. There is a lot more to tell
about this but it was our first time us. The years have gone by, and things
have changed since we were little but this is one of those stories that had
a good ending. I can still remember doing things all day long during the
summer and him wearing me out in the winters.