Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2016 00:44:07 +0000 From: francis cardinal Subject: Curious Boys DISCLAIMER: The story that follows contains consensual relations between males of similar ages. There are both interactions between similarly aged adolescents. There are no intergenerational relations in the story. With the web flooded with commercial porn and stories, I have lost interest. There is SO much more excitement and interest in REAL stories, unmodified, unexaggerated, just as they happened. I rather read a story with less sexual descriptions and fantasy but knowing it's a true story then to fake interest in some author's fantasy. Anyways, what follows is what I foresee as the first part of my REAL childhood experiences. As it happened, nothing more. This is the first time I ever write any kind of stories, and the first time I post here, I'm probably not real good at it, and there is a lot more to it but as I was eager to post, I'll make a part two with the rest of my true stories once I see this worked out and I get some reactions Maxime ( 1990-1992 ) Max was my parent's friend couple's son. Him and his family had been in my family's life since I was born; hence, I considered him, and his older sister, my cousins. If I remember correctly, I was 8 and he was 11 when we first started fooling around. I can't quite recall events in their chronological order but all of the following bits and pieces happened within about a 2 years span. My family were living in a middle-scale Montréal suburb house and his were on an apple orchard on the south shore of the island. This means our families would only get together a few times per year, either we visited them for a night or two, or they'd visit us in town. All this to say we would sleep over. What I think is the first memory of Max and I going naughty with each other happened during a family sleepover at his place. Our parents always had him and I share a bedroom together. This first memory isn't much, but its my very first sexual memory. I simply remember us being in bed, shirtless in our underwear, pulling them down for the other to see our then very little but very hard dicks. Both of us were uncut. We would put our face close to each other's dick to see it better in the poorly lit attic room. This memory isn't very graphic and physically intense but what stands out, for me anyways is the memory of the smell of his crotch! So intense I can still vaguely make it out. And I have later in life had encounters with this smell again on other guys and it totally froze me and brought me back in time to a surreal level. If I remember right, the next day is when we got a little bolder. We were sitting in the middle of huge boulders a few hundred meters from his house and I remember him asking to see my dick again. I gladly showed him, overexcited with showing another boy my secret parts. I was hard... Pretty much always was when I was in such a situation. Still am actually ;) As most boys would have done, I immediately asked him to also show me his, which he did. He was also hard. We got closer and he asked me to hold his dick, I agreed but simultaneously asked him to also hold mine. IT was more exciting and fun then weird, for me anyways. This didn't last long I think as the next thing I remember is him telling me to put his dick in my mouth. Which I did without hesitation. I was a pretty easy boy to play around with it seems; even only being 8 years old. After a few uncoordinated attempts to lick and suck his dick, I stood up and he knew what this meant, he took hold of my little rock hard dick and played around the head with his tongue and slide it in until his nose would touch my lower stomach, which wasn't much of an exploit considering the size of my dick. From what I remember, that was pretty much it. The last memory of him and I fooling around took place in our suburb home, in the basement bathroom. Everyone was upstairs, so he took me to the bathroom, lock the door and then we both knew what we were there for and highly excited by it. Without a word we both pulled our pants down and both of us were hard... There was ne hesitation this time, we knew what was to be done, I took his small uncut dick in my mouth and sucked on it for a while, then he did my own, without much words exchanged. This was my very first true and honest gay sex experience. Max grew up `straight' but I still got my doubts on this. He got 3 kids from what I heard last but we haven't seen each other or spoken in more then 20 years. Micheal and Allan (1995) When I was about 13, I was living in an rural county hours North of Montreal, there wasn't many kids my age to hang out with, unless the few local farm boys who weren't so much interested in hanging out with a Frenchman like me. Anyways, I did make a friend called Allan. He lived in the same county but required a good 30-minute intense hill-climbing bike-ride. It was worth it as I desperate for friends to hang out with during the then long summer months. Allan came from a very poor and highly dysfunctional family. I would sometimes hang out a bit in his home but couldn't stand it for long. So I would usually suggest we would cross the street where was a great sandy enclosed beach, hidden in thick bushes and go swim, hang, make a campfire or camp for the night. So during that summer, this was our thing, camping on the beach. Not much happened with Allan, who I think was 13 like me. Camping one time, I remember us talking about our dicks and first hair growth. This led to both of us pulling down our boxers. We were both hard he was cut. The first cut dick I had seen in my life from up close. We were both hard. I had a small dick yet he was smaller, but he had much more pubic hair then me as I had just a few light red strands so far. He told me having more hair on your dick was better for girls then having a big dick. I disagreed but didn't make a fuss over it, I was just excited and content to finally see another boy's dick. A couple of weeks after this, he told me he had a friend, and neighbor, who had just gotten back from a few years living with his family out on Alberta. So within a day or two, I met Michael, who was about a year or so older then Allan and I. He clearly had hit puberty a while back as he was taller and slimmer then both of us, very thin actually. Michael and I befriended quickly to the point where him and I would go camp out often even when Allan couldn't. Once, Michael, Allan and I camped out and share a tent and one thing led to another and we were talking about sex and dicks. Both Allan and I, having already showed each other our dicks, pulled our boxers down but although Michael was the big bragger, we didn't. But I did clearly noticed that his boxers had a huge tent in them, maybe he was embarrassed to be hard in front of other boys. He was quite a macho. One night, camping out of the beach with Michael alone, we again talked about sex and dicks but leading to nothing fun. We were just trying to get to sleep, side by side, uncovered due to the summer heat in a tent, facing each other, both laying our heads on our arm, thus having our hands above our heads, leaning towards the other's. Very slowly I remember our hands touched. Ever so slightly, just brushing a finger here and there, both acting like we are sleeping. Then for what seemed like an eternity, we both got bolder and started playing with each other's fingers and interlacing our hands. At some point I remember building up the guts to move my other hand, which was laying down my front, closer to his very close body. As we were face to face, my hand was directly in lined with his crotch. I moved my hand slowly closer and closer to him until I hit something very hard. I knew it was his dick and he was hard, I stopped moving. Then he played his part and started tilting his hips so that his dick would push down on my hand. Our other hand was still feeling up the other's on top of our head. After what seems like hours, I knew I had to dive into this a little hard if I wanted anything to happen, again, I was gay and I knew it, he was just a horny macho straight teen. So I started rubbing my hand up and down his dick and Holy Damn did I get the surprise of my life, this guy, although just 14, was HUGE, even in my now adult standards. I would run a finger up, then down, his shaft and it just never seemed to finish... couldn't find the tip or base. This was enough for me to just break down all my barriers and find the elastic of his boxers and boldly slide my hand in. What a feeling this was, putting my hand onto the biggest dick I had ever seen or felt, even on adults now! But funny thing is, he had no hair, not one, not like he shaved, no guys did then, especially at 14 and his pubis was just hairless and soft which I found pretty odd considering the size of his dick. My dick was about a third of his yet I already had a little bush growing down there. Anyways, at this point, I knew we were both awake, and both wanting this so I pulled down his boxers, he even helped by lifting up himself so I could take them down easier. I grabbed his hand, also laying in front of him and pushed it onto my rock hard dick. He did accept and gave my dick a few squeezes. Yet, he clearly had something else in mind and wasn't so into the foreplay. He whispered in my year to turn around, which I did in a flash, not really knowing what his plan was, having never even considered my ass as being something another would get pleasure from. So he spread my cheeks with his free hand and started pushing his, I would guess, 8 or 9inch thick dick in my ass. Him fucking me was never going to happen, not that I was scared or anything, only our lack of experience, and lube, and his intense eagerness to simply `push it all in just like that' didn't make it possible. After a few very unsuccessful trusts, he gave up and turned me around, grabbed my head from behind and without a word, pushed my head down onto his dick. Now the only experience sucking dicks I had was when I was 8 and 9 with my 12-year-old cousin, both of us having pencil-like dicks, so this was unknown territory and not as instinctive as I would have imagined then. I tried to put his dick in my mouth but he was too excited and eager to get sucked and just ended up chocking me and making me lose confidence in myself in pleasure his huge dick. I could seriously barely fit the head in my mouth. I did try to get him to also do me, but other then a few unmotivated hand strokes, he refused to put my dick in his mouth. So that was that, and I thought this would be it, I hadn't satisfied him, he wouldn't want this again, but to my surprise, the next morning, he wanted more. Allan had come to join us at the beach and the 3 of us were playing around in the water in our boxers. Michael was always near me, holding me... Putting his hand down my boxers right in front of Allan, barely in the water to our waist. He wasn't trying to hide. He kept taking my hand and pushing it down onto his still hard huge hard-on. We never made each other cum and now, older, I kind of regret not giving it more efforts, big, hard and horny as he was, im sure it wouldn't have taken much to make him cum. At the end of summer, him and his mom drove into our farm's driveway. It was for a goodbye, Michael was being sent back to Alberta. While our moms were chatting, he took me to the side and whispered in my ear that I should give him a kiss goodbye. So I took him behind one of our barns and gave him a little uncomfortable kiss on the lips. I didn't see him for 20 years but eventually, a few years ago, he came back to the county. I, through other local friends, invited him to our farm for parties and such, and he came, wasn't too weird, maybe he thought I didn't remember or something. But later, my other friends told me he has been pushed out by the community, back then, because they had gotten word that he was showing his dick around to many local boys and getting local boys into sucking him. Still now, although living in the county, he is not welcomed to community events and sort of hides away living his life, with only me and my guys as friends. Gordon (1996): I grew up in a remote Irish county in Quebec, about 2h North of Montreal. As one of the very few French boys around, if any, and living in a very rural area, my weekends and summers were restricted to hanging out with local farmer boys. Yet, I met Gordon when I was about 13 and he must have been about 14 and he happened to be a fairly close neighbor. As close as they get in such agricultural lands. He wasn't like the others. He didn't live on a farm but in a simply little house built in a nearby field, his father gone and mother not quite around. He was really smart, a little on the chubby side, and was really sticking out from the other local hicks. So during that summer, we started hanging out. He was just 5 min bike-ride away so we would often hang out. He was kind of an outcast because of his attitude and not being a farm boy, and I also was because I was French. Then later I realized both of us were closeted gays so, that probably had something to do with our social situation. Anyways, one day he came over to our farm, on a hot sunny summer day, and we decided to go for a swim in our outdoor pool. All I remember that we were horsing around, probably intentionally rubbing and grabbing our dicks through our swim shorts.I saw he had started growing armpit hair which I had not yet, that got me excited. At one point, I remember that I boldly slid my hand down his shorts and cupped his soft, cut, pretty small dick in my hand and just kept it there. He had more hair then I and I used this excuse to get his mind off my hand on his bare dick. I told him he had more hair then me and in response, he slid his own hand down my shorts and cupped my probably semi or hard dick, under the untold excuse to verify what I was saying... so we were there, for probably about 30 seconds, our hand directly on each other's dick, not really feeling around but just holding on tight, until we parted for a reason I can't remember. Probably just got uncomfortable or uneasy. That was that for that day. Same summer, I went over to his place and found that his mother had given him the task of hand scrubbing the lining of their in ground pool. So I greeted him, took my shirt and jumped in. Went to him and offered my help. As he was working on the deep end, I saw he had a hard time holding on to the side and scrubbing at the same time so I offered to hold him while he concentrates with both hands on the scrubbing. So I held on to the side of the pool by embracing it with my armpit and hand while the other held on to him. For some reason, he was positioned in a way that made it right for me to hold on to him by his crotch. Obviously there would have been other options but being horny and gay as I was, that was my choice and he didn't seem to mind. So for about 30 minutes, I pretty much held him by the croth through his short. I never understood why, now knowing he's gay, he never got hard, but not him not knowing, I was hard the whole time we cured his pool. A couple of weeks later, he invited me for a sleepover, which we did quite regularly. So a little late evening, we were sitting side by side at his computer. Internet was just in its beginning, we would play strategy games (well I would watch him as I didn't know how to play not owning a computer) and eventually, he quit the game and started showing me Google images of naked girls. Then the whole blabla of how hot and sexy they were although it didn't do much to me. Eventually, he made a search for naked guys and showed me my first hard naked men. He asked me if I like this also, I didn't see a reason why to lie and told him I did like it. I was then up standing behind him and he would lean his back against my crotch, obviously trying to see if I was hard from the images. And I was hard as ever, so he kept moving and pressing on my with his back. At one point he took his left hand and brought it to my dick, though my pants and fondled my small but hard uncut dick. Then POW, his Aunt burst through his bedroom door, never seen 2 boys move so fast and act so naturally since ;) Either she didn't notice or didn't say anything about it. Anyways, a little later, he made me sit and he stood behind me, so I obviously lean back until I could feel his hard dick near my lower neck. Played around with this for some time until we agreed to go sleep, knowing very well this was an excuse to turn off the lights, lock the door and explore more of what was going on between us. Gordon had single bunk beds, so i Agrabbed the top one knowing the lower one was his usual. About 15 minutes past where we were probably both hard and leaking and waiting for something to happen, for the other to make a move. And he was the one to make the move. Although I had had a feeling he was gay all along, because during both pool experiences he didn't show much sign of interest, hence get hard, I still had my doubts. Doubts were broken down when he started to talk, asking me quite honestly about my sexual feelings, puberty development, masturbation and past sexual experiences. He also asked me if I had been hard earlier when watching porn, and if I was hard there and now. I told him yes and told him about my very few gay experiences, he told me about his, with schoolmates and such. So we both knew what was up and coming. He asked me if I would try him (not being specific), I said yes eagerly and so then asked me to come down to his bunk. I did, laid next to him on the small single kid's bed, and started to touch him. He took his PJ down and asked if I would suck him, which I had been dying for for weeks. So I took his 4 or 5 inch cut dick in my mouth and sucked him for about 1 minute... then when he realized I didn't know where this was going, having never sucked a guy to ejaculation, he told me he was gonna cum soon so I should continue, and I did. About 30 seconds later, he came in my mouth. Not enough to overwhelm me, as he probably jerked off a lot then, but enough to surprise me, yet I took it all and swallowed it not really knowing what else to do. I liked it, especially from the fact that I had gotten a guy off, which was a first to me. Then without me asking, he pulled my pants down and went straight for my hard 5 inch uncut slim dick and sucked it very hard and fast, like he had done this before, it took me only about 45 seconds to a minute to release my cum in his mouth. He took it like a pro and truly went on to clean me up. The last time I fooled around with Gordon was late summer, when school had started, and he `offered' to help me with my maths, some excuse to be alone with me in my room. We sat on the bed, opened my books and before even considering getting into teaching me, he bluntly asked me to kiss him.. and it all went down from there, he undid my pants, suck me a little, I pushed him away and undid his pants, sucked him too, we were both already hard, then my brother cam and knocked on the door which froze and obviously interrupted us, he wanted to talk to me, I was only in my boxers, hard as hell, so I barely cracked the door and listened to what he had to say, which wasn't much or important but obviously he knew what was going on. Dale and Richard (1995-1996) Here's a short and sexless story but still part of me being a preteen and being horny as hell. From age 12 to 16, growing up on a remote farm in an Irish Quebec county, I had to take an early small schoolbus that would take about 1h45 minutes to reach my junior high school. There were only about 10 of us in the bus at most, but all of us lived in remote areas in the same county and for each student, we would usually have to drive miles into private roads or concessions to grab a kid. The bus ride was so long that even if we weren't in the same school year or even school, we would still bond and for the most part, become very close. When I was maybe 13, I had this very cute slim guy called Richard taking the bus a few long stops down from me, so we would usually sit together and spend the 1 hour + bus ride chatting and making the best of it. He was from a poor family but quite smart and very cute, thin, quite shy and reserved, he definitely wasn't a popular kid other then a weird, unknown fact that he supposedly had a huge dick. I honestly don't remember why and where I heard this rumor, but I did find out it was true. But Richard was SO sweet, soft, gentle, friendly, to an upmost extreme, so I truly got to respect and love the boy for it... along with hoping he might also be gay as I then knew I was. So, on the bus, coming back from school, I would sit with him and we would often kind of stop talking at one point and drift to some kind of sleep, that was when I would bend down and lay my head on his laps, making sure my right hand was between my head and his crotch, so I could try and feel his dick. We lived in a very bumpy, mountainous region so there was a lot of bouncing around so I could easily use the bouncing around to reposition my hand, even turn it around so my fingers and palm could be straight on his dick. I did feel him a lot, maybe he was conscious of it, but innocent as he was, probably not, but at some point, over the months, and years, of doing this, I had my horny bold moments where he obviously could feel my hand grabbing his dick and would, as great and nice as he was, simply call my name, say sorry (which he did a lot!) and move a bit so my hand wasn't on his dick anymore. That's it, nothing more but this but damn did this boy drive me crazy, I jerked off thinking about for most of theses years. I didn't want to try more out of respect as he was such a great guy, but man did I want to suck him, if tht was the only thing he would allow me to do! Dale was another boy on the bus, he actually lived a little further then I did (if that's possible). He was about 12 and I was maybe 14, I would sit with him at some point, sometimes, once Richard got off the bus. We still had about 30 minutes to go together so although he was younger and not very talkative, I would sit with him. He was very small and scrawny, even for his age. He was from a dysfunctional family as most kids in my area were, but he was a nice kid, honest and good. Anyways, this is a short one as not much happened between us. I would just lay my head on his laps, as I did with Richard, and have my hand under my head where, where with the bumpy ride, could place my hand directly on his dick. We did this a few times, he didn't seem to mind, but one time I got bold, a few minutes from my bus stop and actually cupped his dick in my hand through his jean shorts and played around without restraints, I don't think he got hard but I clearly remember him having a small uncut dick which gave me enough to jerk off to for the next few weeks.