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Christopher's first encounter.

by Larkin

Without any siblings for reference and having a mother who was both remote and self-involved, I seemed to have lived a solitary life as a small, intelligent and precocious child. I discovered masturbation at the age of 4 and I remember the night that it happened as clearly today as it was then.

Kicking the covers away I lay naked handling my penis and probing my behind with my finger. It was a beautiful, silent and colorful explosion and it would be forever my secret preoccupation, enriching my inner self.

Being caught only once by a friendly uncle who was kind enough to keep my flagrant act, undisclosed. Knowing full well what I was doing he brushed the hair out of my eyes and said, “There's a good boy.”

I was grateful and would continue to have a special affection for him.

The intoxicating value of pleasure changed me from that early moment on. Boys older and boys younger were an incredible fascination to me knowing that they too possessed the same enjoyable device between their legs.

I thought, “Do they do it too? What do they look like naked?”

By age 8 and away at school, I would see the other boys and look at how their pants clung and rubbed their behinds. I wondered if their underwear was neat and tidy or carelessly dirty. Always with stupid laughter or a mouth full of filthy words, I found boys impulsive, spontaneous and irresistible.

Tom curls a gob of spit up on his tongue, forming a bubble that he blows off into the air and laughs at the achievement. I would see him, shirt pulled up, tucked under his chin and pants down to his ankles, boldly peeing in the air.

The words fell out of his mouth “Suck my dick!”

We both giggled but his words came back to haunt me. They hung in the darkness above my bed while I jerked off naked and hard. I re-imagined everything and translated the words in my mind,

“Suck my dick.”.

Was it an invitation or would he make me do it? Would he do it to me?.

My world began to revolve around just seeing Tom, just looking at him. Some silly excuse to get close enough to smell his scent and to hear him breathe or look quickly into his stupid eyes. Secretly hidden in my pants, was a stiff and stunning erection that had its roots deep in my behind. The intensity of these encounters were almost unbearable, so much so that I would be on the verge just by being next to him. He did nothing to discourage me and seem to like my close and intimate company. He called me Krystafor.

His spare dialog consisted of “Yeah!”, “No way!”, “Shut up!”, “Uh huh.” or “Come on!”

Through a hole in the fence, we escaped the school yard. We followed well worn child paths through the woods to a secret place. Unconsciously we were seeking shared seclusion out of the eyes of teachers or joking boys. In a bed of creeping vines we sat close, like brothers.

I held my breath and then said, “Tommy, do you do it?”

“Huh?” He did not seem to know what I was talking about.

I performed an up and down motion as if I was holding my penis and said, “You know.”

A slightly embarrassed smile crossed his face followed by laughter. “Uh huh.”

I pushed my pants down until my cock sprung up like a trigger. Almost like an everyday occurrence he reached over and grabbed my cock and tested its elasticity. Then in an act of serious curiosity he leaned over me, studied my foreskin, pushing it up and down and examining all its details. I lay spread out and let him doctor me. He held my penis and scrotum, pulling and roughly tugging at it. The sensation was overwhelming. I was just about to reach my resolution when he suddenly stopped and began opening his pants, pushing them down to his knees.

It was the boyish act of ”Fair is fair.” or “Your turn and now it's my turn.”

Roughly grabbing my shirt he pulled me over close to him and directed me to his penis.

He said it again, “Suck my dick.”

I leaned forward to look more closely and then did it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I took his cock into my mouth and felt it erecting on my tongue. Not being sure if it was real or made up, he moaned and held my head in place. Beyond the actuality, there was a strange magic about having his cock going in and out of my mouth. It was pleasurable and hypnotic and I was content to do it as long as he wanted. Clumsy and encumbered with pants down around our ankles, Tommy got over me and then turned around so that we were both sucking each others cock. This exotic experience when on and on and we became intimate with each other secret parts. From a distance we could hear them summoning us. We stood up, buttoned our pants and started back.

The spell had been broken.