From: Mikey Mark <Mikey_Mark@hotmail.com>
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com
Subject: Jean-Paul (t/t oral/anal/cons)
Date: Sun, 30 Aug 1998 14:55:08 GMT

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting teenaged males.  If you are offended by such
material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material please
do not read any further.  All persons and events depicted in the following
story are entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is
purely coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination.


* * *

"Jean-Paul"

     by Mikey Mark

* * *


I had my first sexual experience with an older boy at my family's cottage
when I was twelve years old.  I can still remember it as if it happened only
yesterday.  In fact, with the soft focus of memory and the subtle effects of
time and desire, my memory of these events is probably more vivid and
colorful than the actual events themselves.

His name was Jean-Paul and he was a stunning piece of creation.  He was a
year older than me, an inch or two taller and about ten pounds stronger.
His family was of French-Canadian descent and he had dark brown hair, dark
brown eyes and a beautiful tawny hued complexion because of it.  He spoke
English perfectly well, although with a French accent.  From him I learned
the few words of French that I still remember today.

Growing up with a summer cottage in the family is a luxury I wish I could
share with everyone in the world.  My grandfather (on my mother's side)
bought the lakefront property just after the war and worked long and hard to
fix it up.   He was a war veteran and died while I was still just a kid.  He
was wonderful old man who always smelled of tobacco and woodchips.  He would
tell his old war stories to us kids while sitting around the fire.  My older
sisters may not have enjoyed the stories as much as I did, but then again,
they never really liked the cottage either.

As a kid, I learned to swim in that big cold lake and I got to learn all
those things that they usually send kids to overnight camps to learn about,
first hand.  Like life without TV's and electricity.  We did have
electricity actually, just not very much of it and if you weren't careful
the one and only fuse would blow.  Same with the water for the shower and
toilet.  As kids, we were ordered to use the smelly old outhouse to pee in
and the lake was considered good enough for bathing.  My sisters HATED it.
I loved everything about the place including the cute little log-cabin that
my grandpa built "just for kids".

Anyway, being up there for most of the summer as a kid, I got to meet and
play with a fair number of other boys around my own age who also had
cottages nearby.   The cottage closest to ours was owned by the Springer
family and they had a son the same age as me.  His name was Matthew and he
had blonde hair and was even shorter and thinner than I was at the time.  He
and I went fishing and canoeing together around the lake and we were darn
near best friends.  The only problem was, his family only came up to the
lake so rarely.

When Matt wasn't around (which was OFTEN), I would usually hang out with
Jean-Paul.  His family would come up to the cottage almost every weekend.
On weekends throughout the summer, there would always be other kids around
to play with.  During the week, the lake was all but deserted.

Once in a while, I would be allowed to bring a friend up for the weekend and
this was usually my next door neighbor Scott McLaughlin.  He and I had grown
up together as we were the same age and went to the same school.  We had
gone to every one of each other's birthday parties since we were like five
years old!

Scott and I had fooled around a few times, but that was when we were like
nine or ten years old and showed each other our boners.  We touched each
other, laughed, giggled and zipped up.  We would do this every once in a
while, but nothing serious ever became of it as we were just too immature to
know any better.

The summer that I turned twelve though, was entirely different.  My mother
loved the cottage as it gave her a good opportunity to get away from the
daily grind of the city and allow her to enjoy the company of her children
and relax a bit.  It was decided that she would take us kids up for a couple
of weeks right after school got out and then again a month later when my dad
got his holidays.

Being up at the cottage the last week of June was a bit earlier than usual
and I had no idea which of my friends I could expect to be up so early.  The
weekends would be no problem, but being alone with my sisters for the Monday
to Friday period was a serious downer.  To my surprise, Jean-Paul, my hot
blooded and always adventurous French-buddy was there as well.

Jean-Paul was a year older than I and was therefore the natural leader.  He
would arrive by canoe early in the morning with a lunch packed and I would
take the bow-seat and we would spend the day fishing and hanging out
together, returning in the mid-afternoon.

Sitting at our favorite fishing spot one day, Jean-Paul asked me if I had
any pubic hair yet.  It was just like that.  He said it like he was asking
the time.  The mere mention of "pubic hair" had sent a shiver of excitement
down my spine.

I evaded answering and kept the conversation going by asking, "what does it
matter?", but Jean-Paul just grinned at me, shook his head and said
"nothing...nevermind...forget it".  I didn't want to forget it because if JP
was that interested in my pubic hair (or lack thereof),  I certainly wanted
to find out more about why he wanted to know, but I could feel the blood
rushing to my face so I said nothing more and let it pass.

After a lunch of peanut butter & jelly sandwiches with a bag of potato
chips, Jean-Paul suggested that we should go swimming as the sun was just
warming up enough to dry off.  It had been a cloudy and overcast morning and
by habit of being up at the lake, both of us had our swim trunks on under
our long pants.  Once we decided to actually "go swimming", it was
immediately assumed that we would go to "the island".

"The Island", was the name that was assigned by default to a small island
that sat alone and completely uninhabited down at one end of the lake.  That
end of the lake belonged to a large National Park reserve and was just one
huge expanse of forest.  The island itself was about 300 feet long and maybe
80 or a hundred feet wide.  One half of the oval shaped island was low and
flat with a small stand of trees and few big chunks of rock scattered about
and a naturally perfect "rock-dock" landing for small boats and canoes.  The
other end of the island was a little rocky mountain that was about 80 feet
high.  It was more of a cluster of a few huge chunks of granite than a
mountain, but for adventurous boys, the place was magnet.

The "mountain" had two superb features.  The first of which was a perfect
cliff for diving.  The water was crystal clear (although usually cold) and
you could see the depth of rocks.  One side of the mountain had a perfect
overhanging cliff with several strategically located jumping/diving spots.
That whole side was a minimum of twenty feet deep and safe for diving.
Perches were available at ten foot increments from twenty feet up to about
forty feet above the water.  The other sides of the "mountain" were okay for
swimming and/or fishing but had too many rocks for safe diving.

The second feature of this island was the chamber formed in the center of
the "mountain" with its several large interlocking chunks.  It was more like
a small open space surrounded by overhanging rocks, but there was a small
depression right in the center perfect for a bonfire.  At night, you could
light a fire there and it would be like a volcano inside without the light
of the fire being seen from the shore.  The rocks made lots of naturally
cool places to sit either the shade or the sun, any hour of the day (as long
as you kept moving with the sun!).  As it was, I loved the island the first
time I "discovered" it (with my buddy Matt), but the cigarette butts,
crushed pop cans, broken glass and graffiti attested to the fact that we
weren't the first to find this particular piece of "unclaimed" paradise.

Getting back to my story, Jean-Paul and I canoed over to "the Island" just
after our lunch and the sun was rising high and warm as we lifted the canoe
out of the water.  The chamber in the middle of the mountain of rocks made a
handy change-room as both of us tossed off our T-shirts and long pants and
put our socks inside our running shoes along with any watches or jewelry you
didn't want to lose.

Climbing around to the diving side we quickly dove into the cool and
refreshing water.  We would then swim around to the smaller rocks and climb
out and back up the cliff and dive in again.  We could do that for hours and
I had done it there with both Matt and Scott as well as Jean-Paul.  It was
one of my favorite things to do.  I even went to "the Island" by myself when
I was alone and bored.

I sure wasn't bored that afternoon with Jean-Paul.  He was a superb athlete
and a better diver than I was.  I loved the look of the sun reflecting off
the water on his dark tanned skin while he stood there in the sunlight
preparing himself for yet another dive and offering me pointers on how to
dive like him.

After a while we tired of climbing back up the cliff after every dive and we
got out to lay on the largest rocks in the center of the mountain.  The heat
of the sun felt fantastic as we both sprawled facing each other.

"Do ya wanna see my pubic hair?"

He did that just the same way he asked me before when we were in the canoe
fishing before lunch.  I said "sure" and tried to hide my excitement.  I
wanted to see more than JP's pubic hair!  Ever since I first laid eyes on
his exotic and handsome features, I wanted to see him totally naked.  That
was all I really knew I wanted.

He grinned at me bashfully as he rolled down the front of his swimming
trunks to reveal a small patch of jet black hairs and nothing more.  I
leaned forward to get a better look and to hide my rising erection in the
folds of my baggy swim trunks.

"Do ya wanna see more?"

"Uh-huh!"

I said it a bit louder and quicker and I wanted to, but I was terribly
excited by the whole situation.  J-P pulled the string on his suit to enable
him to slide it right down over his cock. His cock popped out and it was
fully erect already.  I knew Jean-Paul was uncut as I had seen his dick a
couple of summers before.  Fully hard, his dick stuck straight up and I
watched in fascination as JP pealed back his foreskin to reveal the mushroom
shaped head of his rock hard six inch cock.

"Do ya wanna touch it?"

I didn't bother to answer and instinctively reached out to feel his
hardness.  I heard him gasp as my fingers wrapped around his rock hard
prick.  It was the first time I had ever touched a boy's cock that had pubic
hair on it and I loved every minute of it.  Leaning against the rocks,
Jean-Paul reached over and pulled the string on my own trunks and soon we
were both frantically rubbing each other.

I had first discovered jerking off (by myself) a couple of months before
then, so I kinda knew what to expect, but it had not really occurred to me
that other boys might be into doing these things together.  Previously, I
had been very careful and secretive about rubbing my dick only in the
privacy of the bathroom or my bedroom.  Although I was still hairless, I was
able to achieve a full orgasm and ejaculation.  I didn't cum very much mind
you, but I did squirt more than just a few drops of white pearly liquid.

With Jean-Paul's obviously experienced and practiced hand on my tender young
boycock, I was squirming around in rapture and having a hard time
concentrating on jerking him off.  Jean-Paul soon figured this out and
suggested that we do it to each other separately.  To my extreme relief he
volunteered to go first and I lasted about ten seconds after he stood in
front of me while I laid back with arms and legs spread.

After I got my wind back, Jean-Paul was still ready and waiting.  His dick
was just about an inch longer than mine, and just a bit thicker and made a
real neat feeling in my hand.  Without the distraction of being jerked off,
I really got into playing with J-P's beautiful uncut prick.  I used on hand
to hold his foreskin back and used the other hand to rub the sensitive head.
I must have been doing something right because without much warning, J-P let
go with a wild spurt of cum that hit me right in the face.  He followed the
first one with a couple more squirts that didn't go quite as far and mostly
landed on his leg or my arm.   To wash away the evidence of our taboo games,
we quickly pulled up our swim trunks and dove off our favorite cliff.

Afterwards, and in the days that followed, Jean-Paul was really cool and
friendly towards me.  Everyday we went swimming together at "the Island", we
would end up jerking each other off, sometimes more than once.  By the end
of the week, I was totally in love with Jean-Paul and his fantastic hooded
viper.

When the weekend came, Jean-Paul showed up like usual but told me that his
friends Mark and Jeff had arrived the night before and would probably be at
"our" island by lunch time.  I knew both of these boys as their families had
cottages there at the lake and I had seen both of them around a few times.
Jeff was the same age as Jean-Paul, but was built much stronger and looked
it.  He was kind of a rough-tough young guy and was intimidated by him and
his big dog that he always had with him.  Mark was a year older than
Jean-Paul, and therefore two years older than me.  He was tall, dark-haired
and a handsome jock with and athletic build.

While canoeing out to "the Island" after our regular morning fishing and
picnic lunch ritual, Jean-Paul told me that Jeff Taylor had a big dick.  It
drove me nuts the way he would say the most incredible and unexpected things
without the slightest warning at all.  I asked him how he knew that, but he
just gave me his "innocent grin" and kept on paddling.

We got to "the Island" before anyone else and the two of us when swimming
without them.  After about an hour, J-P pointed to a motorboat that was
coming straight towards us as belonging to Mark.  Sure enough, it was him
and Jeff and they were wearing nothing but cool "surfer-style" jams,
sunglasses and running shoes.  Mark had long brown hair and dark eyes, just
like Jean-Paul, although he was much taller and had a solid muscular build.
Jeff had short dirty blond hair, bright blue eyes and a cleft chin.
Although Jeff, J-P and myself we all pretty much the same height, Jeff was
built the strongest, J-P was kind of wiry, while I was the youngest and
looked it.

They were both smoking cigarettes as they secured the boat at the
"rock-dock" on the far side of the island from where we were swimming.  J-P
and I had climbed up the rocks and around to meet them.  J-P went through
the motions of introducing me to the two bigger boys but they acknowledged
that they had seen me around and knew who I was.  I was half afraid of Mark
because he was big and strong and looked like he might enjoy punching some
poor stupid kid like me.  When he accused me of trying to "sneak into their
private club", the look of shock and fear on my face must have alerted
Jean-Paul to my situation and he reassured me that Mark was just joking.

But Mark was not joking after all and they did have a "private club" going
that I had inadvertently "snuck into".  Actually, J-P had informally
"initiated" me into the club already, as it turned out the purpose of this
"private club" was jerking off at "the Island".  But I did not know this at
that moment and I was very excited by the whole atmosphere of sexual tension
and uncertainty.

We headed back over to the cliff-side of the island and Mark, Jeff and J-P
showed off their superior diving skills.  After another hour of swimming and
diving, all four of us headed to the very same place that J-P and I had
jerked off at so many times already.  Once we all had nice places to sit in
the sun, Mark stood up and took off his wet shorts and while standing there
naked, squeezed the water out of his shorts and then laid them on the rocks
to dry in the sun.  He then laid back down, stark naked except for his
running shoes and sunglasses.  Jeff immediately followed this routine and I
felt a twinge of excitement when he exposed his big dick and golden brown
pubic hair for all to see.  Neither one of them was hard, but both of them
had dicks bigger than J-P, let alone mine.  Like J-P said, Jeff had a big
dick and I could hardly imagine how big it might look when it was hard.

Following their lead, J-P then stood up and peeled off his swim trunks,
wrung them out and laid them on the rocks to dry.  The cold water may have
shriveled all of their genitals, but as I sat there I felt very
self-conscious of the fact that my dick was still hairless and considerably
smaller than any of the three of them.  Although Mark was taller and
heavier, his soft cock seemed to be just a bit smaller than Jeff's, although
not by much.  Mark's balls however, were by far the largest of the three of
them.  I had thought my friend JP to be beautifully endowed with dick bigger
and better developed than my own, but these two other boys dwarfed both of
us and somehow that excited me even more.

"So Jamie, are you going to join our *private* club?", Mark asked me with a
mischievous smile.

"What do I have to do?" I asked innocently.

"Funny you should ask that!  To join our club, all you have to do is come
around here and jerkoff each of the club members, starting with ME!
However, before you do that, you have to put your swim shorts out to dry."

I looked around at the three of them grinning at me and Jean-Paul told me to
"Come on, go for it!", so I did exactly as each of them had done and exposed
myself for their viewing.  There wasn't much I could do about my bald boyish
boner, so I just glued a smile on my face and made the best of it.

They made all kinds of jokes about my size and lack of pubic hair, but I
noticed that Mark's dick was half-hard and rising when I stood in front of
him to be "initiated".  His dick was about the same length as Jean-Paul's,
but where J-P's dick was thick, Mark's was *really* thick and I could barely
wrap my hand around it.  Once I got a good grip on it with both hands, Mark
let out a slow "ohhhh yeahhhh", and I could feel his dick become even harder
and start twitching in my hands.  I used both hands at first but got a good
rhythm going with only one so with my other hand I touched Mark's big loose
balls that were hanging there between his legs, swinging back and forth with
the jerking motion on his dick.

"Faster Jamie! Do it faster dude!"

I did what I was told but Mark didn't shut up until he sprayed me with gobs
of his cum as he thrust his pelvis in my face when he came and I had to
close my eyes.  I loved the sensation of his hot cum splashing against my
face and dripping down onto my chest.

Mark's cum was still dripping off me, but Jeff was next and he was calling
me over.  Jeff's dick was fully hard when I grabbed it and he let out a slow
gutteral moan that I don't think anyone but me could hear.  Although Jeff
was thirteen years old, he was rather well developed for his age and stood
about five and a half feet tall while his dick had to be a full eight inches
long.  I jacked on it for all I was worth.  Jeff didn't make much noise
other than an a few soft quiet moans whenever I shifted hands or the speed
of my jerking.  The feel of Mark's cum still dripping down my legs drove me
insane, but I jerked on Jeff's huge dick as hard and as fast as I could.
When he finally came, he shot only a few dribbles of white goo onto his own
stomach and groaned with relief.

My arm was a bit tired after jerking the two big boys, but Jean-Paul was
waiting and I knew he would be quick as I new exactly how to really make him
go fast.  Sure enough, J-P was horny as all heck from watching me jerkoff
Mark and Jeff and so when I got both hands going on his hot hooded viper he
couldn't hold out for very long and let fly with his usual powerful squirts
of cum and did his best to match Mark in spraying me down with his cum.

With their cum dripping off me, I was told to do myself next, and so I
abandoned myself to the pleasure of the moment and jerked my hairless cock
in front of all of them.  My dick was rock hard and it sure didn't take long
for me to explode right there.  Mark and Jeff crowded around and "welcomed"
me into the club and offered their dicks for me to shake while my own was
still twitching and oozing.

Afterwards, we all got up and lined up on the cliff, still naked, and
prepared to jump in together.  The cool water shocked me after my exertions
in the hot sunshine, and it felt wonderful to be swimming naked with my
friends.  Just like with Jean-Paul the first time, both Mark and Jeff became
much more friendly and "buddy-buddy" after jerking off.

For the rest of the summer, I jerked off with Jean-Paul, Mark and Jeff at
every opportunity.  When my family came back up in August for my father's
holidays, Jean-Paul and Mark were both up for the whole time (in both
meanings of the word!).  I began to love the smell and taste of cum and I
always made sure that their dicks were aimed at my face or my chest when
they came.  From the very first time it happened, I loved the sensation of
hot cum splashing on my skin.  I couldn't get enough of it, although with
Mark's powerful balls and wild messy orgasms, it sure was fun trying!


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