From: wil#m325@news.delphi.com (WILLIAM325@DELPHI.COM)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Paul  Fan Cha Phaw (boy/boy mast.)
Date: 6 Aug 1994 03:37:59 -0000
Organization: Delphi Internet Services Corporation

The following is a story from the archives of FAN CHA PHAW. 
This story involves sex between two boys. If this sort of material 
offends you, exit now and do not continue.
 
This story may be distributed freely, as long as this header 
remains intact, and FAN CHA PHAW is credited, along with 
the author.
 
 
PAUL
 
Maybe this summer, thought Paul as he scanned the street for signs 
of other kids, things will be different. Maybe the big kids won't pick 
on me, and maybe I will make some new friends. God, I hate it 
when they tease me, or when they call me names. I hate it even more 
when they chase me down, and then beat me up. Mommy always 
makes such a fuss when I come home bruised and bleeding, and 
Daddy just shakes his head and turns away.
 
Paul Johnson is small for his twelve years. He looks more like a 
nine-year-old. His smallness, however, is not his biggest problem. 
His looks have been the cause of more of his problems than any 
other thing.
 
Paul is not a handsome boy, he is a beautiful boy. His features are 
fine, and his skin is as clear and smooth as a baby's. His looks 
would look much more natural on a girl, which is something the 
older boys mention, as they constantly torment the boy.
 
Blond hair and deep blue eyes finish the boy's beauty, and if the 
truth be known, even though he has a smallish body, it is nicely 
built.
 
Paul has always been a mommy's boy, every since he was little. His 
father had always tried to get him to participate in boy's things, like 
baseball and football, but Paul would have nothing to do with them, 
or with him. After one of his father's attempts at engaging the boy in 
sports, Paul would go crying to his mother complaining how rough 
his father played.
 
The mother always took Paul's side, while the father stormed off, 
shaking his head, mumbling "faggot" under his breath. Although 
Paul never heard his father call him a faggot, he did hear other boys 
call him one, day after day, and year after year.
 
Paul's mannerisms were somewhat feminine, at least to other, more 
rough and tumble boys. Paul wasn't, however, really feminine, he 
was graceful. Each of his movements, every one of his mannerisms 
was deliberate, and full of expression of self.
 
When Paul was not suffering from his father's attempts at making 
him into a "real" boy, he was off by himself, reading books, playing 
with his computer, or off  exploring nature in the wooded area 
surrounding his home.
 
It was while Paul was out collecting leaves and other specimins one 
afternoon about two weeks ago, that he came upon an older boy. 
The boy, Paul knew was named Danny. He was twelve, and lived a 
few blocks away from Paul.
 
At first Paul thought that Danndy was out in the woods with the 
other neighborhood kids, which meant trouble, so he hid, and 
watched Danny from behind a tree.
 
Danny did not meet up with other boys. He seemed to be alone, 
much like Paul. At first Paul though about approaching him, and 
trying to make friends with him, but then he thought better, and 
decided against it.
 
It was perhaps this decision which turned out to be one of the most 
important that he had ever made. If he had approached Danny at that 
moment, he probably would have never been introduced to a whole 
new world.
 
After looking around a few minutes to make sure that he was alone, 
Danny took off his shirt. Folding it carefully, he laid it on the 
ground. He then kicked off his sneakers, sending them flying a few 
feet into the air. Next came the socks, and then the older boy reached 
up, and unbuckled his belt.
 
Paul was frozen to his spot. He blinked his eyes a few times, not 
believing what he was seeing. Paul had always found other naked 
boys interesting, however, the only time he had an opportunity to 
see them naked was during shower time in gym. He had to sneek 
peeks only now and then, least he be accused once again of being a 
faggot, looking at guys naked bodies.
 
Whereas his slidelong glances in gym had been mere courosity, he 
was finding himself strangly excited over the prospect of seeing 
Danny naked in front of him. For the first time he felt his little cock 
begin to swell with what could be sexual excitement.
 
Paul had had hardons before, but normally they were piss ones, 
occuring because of his bladder being full in the morning. The few 
other times that Paul had an erection, he ignored it, not knowing 
what he could do to make it go away.
 
Turning his attention back to the older boy, Paul saw that Danny was 
now standing before him dressed only in his underpants. It was 
obvious that Danny had a hardon. His underpants were tented out in 
the front.
 
Paul's heart skipped a beat. Not only was he going to see Danny 
naked, he was about to see his thing up hard as well. Paul reached 
down and adjusted his own hardon in his pants. It was harder than 
he had ever remembered. There were new feelings associated with 
his hard dick, but he could not understand them, they were alien to 
him. Deep down he hoped that Danny would answer his questions 
through his own activities.
 
Danny, glancing around once more to make sure that he was alone, 
bent down a bit, and lowered his underpants, pulling them down his 
legs, and then off of his feet. He tossed his last remaining clothing 
onto the pile with his other garments, and then stood up straight and 
stretched, his arms extended high over his head.
 
Paul gasped involuntarly from the sight of the naked boy stretched 
out in front of him, his raging hardon sticking far out from his 
smooth, hairless groin.
 
Paul had never seen another boy erect, especially an older boy, so 
this was a real treat. Half of him wanted to run out to Danny. Half of 
him wanted to rip his clothes off, and be with the other boy, naked, 
and stretching.
 
Paul shuttered with his thoughts. He wanted to reach out and touch 
Danny. He wanted to touch the boy's hardon, he wanted to caress it, 
and he wanted to kiss it. 
 
Paul had never really understood the older boy's sex talk, but he did 
know that there was such a thing as blowjobs. He had been accused 
of giving other boys blowjobs, but he had never really given it much 
thought until now.
 
That's what he wanted. It hit him right then and there. He wanted to 
go over to Danny and give him a blowjob. Perhaps the other boys 
were right, perhaps they recognized something in Paul that he was 
only just beginning to realize.
 
Danny laid down on the ground, arching his legs a bit, spreading 
them wide. From his position, Paul could not only see the older 
boy's cock and balls, he could also see the boy's asshole, the 
opening expanding and contracting, and Danny running his hands up 
and down his chest and stomach.
 
Paul had wicked thoughts which brought an ear to ear blush. He 
thought how nice it would be to blow Danny in that position, and 
then to run his face down between the boy's buttocks, kissing, 
licking, and smelling.
 
Paul watched mesmorized as Danny began to fondle, and then stroke 
his erection. It seemed as if the boy's cock grew even larger as he 
began to fist it up and down.
 
Danny continued this action for a few minutes, until he visably 
shuttered, and then he stopped, squeezing his testicles hard between 
the fingers of one hand.
 
After a few minutes, Danny started up the stroking of his cock again. 
This time, however, he took a finger of his other hand and stuck it in 
his mouth. He took the wet finger and began to poke it around his 
asshole.
 
Paul almost cried out aloud, as he watched Danny push his finger up 
into his asshole. How he wished that he was naked, and that Danny 
was there pushing his finger into his asshole. Suddenly he wanted to 
have Danny's finger in his ass, and he shuttered, when he realized 
that he also wanted Danny's cock in his asshole. Cornholding! That 
was it. That was what all the boys had talked about.
 
That was what they had done to that little fifth grader that they had 
laughed and joked about in gym class. They had talked about how 
six of them had cornholded the boy, and how he kept wanting more. 
The boy, they said, was a faggot. After having had sucked his older 
brother's cock, and let his older brother fuck him in the ass, his 
brother took him out to the woods one day, so that he could do the 
same thing wtih his friends. His little brother was a faggot, he told 
them all, and they each took their turns on his little mouth and ass, 
the boy begging for more and more, seemingly not getting enough.
 
Paul realized that he was also a faggot like the boy's brother. If it 
had been him in the woods, he probably would have been begging 
for more as well.
 
Danny was stroking away at a mad pace, Paul's eyes not once 
leaving his body, taking in every stroke, every shutter, every 
pleasure which the older boy was experiencing. Paul understood at 
once that Danny was jacking off. It was the talk of all of the boys, 
however, Paul had never really understood what it meant, what it 
entailed. Now he knew. He knew how he could get rid of all of the 
hardons he seemed to be always getting. He knew how he could 
finally answer those horny feelings which were raging through his 
body.
 
When Danny reached orgasm, and his cock released its load, the 
semen shooting powerfully from his cock, Paul had to fight with 
himself not to go out to the boy and finish stroking his cock for him. 
Paul wanted to go out there any run his fingers through the cum 
spots now all over the older boy's chest and stomach. He wanted to 
lick up the boy's fluid, and he wanted to suck the remaining cum off 
from and from within his slightly deflated cock.
 
Common sense stopped Paul from acting rashly. Little did he know 
that it was a smart move on his part. Had he, however, gone out to 
the boy prior to his orgasm, he would have probably been greeted 
eagerly, the horny older boy wanting to use him sexually in place of 
his hand. Once the older boy reached his orgasm, he was like many 
other boys of that age. The sex was finished, the feelings gone. A 
certain amount of guilt was also associated with the act once it was 
over, especially if fantasy was part of the final climax. A boy in this 
post ejaculation period is best not approached.
 
Paul watched interestedly as Danny wiped his body with a 
hankerchef, and then dressed himself. As Danny made his way back 
out of the woods, Paul sat down, thinking about everything that he 
had seen, everything that he had felt, and about everything which he 
had wanted to do.
 
Paul was excited, however, he was also a little scared and confused. 
Without ever really having had sex with a boy, Paul realized that he 
was gay. He was a homosexual, a "dirty faggot," like the other boys 
alleged he was.
 
Being a faggot, however, could wait. Right now Paul had more 
pressing problems. His penis was so erect, so tender at that moment, 
he thought that it might break off. His hardon actually hurt him. He 
needed release. Now that he knew what the other boys did to 
themselves, he wanted to try it. He needed to try it.
 
Not caring if anyone were watching him, he began to undress, 
almost ripping his clothing off from his body in the process. Finally 
naked, he laid himself down onto the ground, down onto the soft 
leaf covered grass, and reached his hand downward towards his 
erection.

 
CHAPTER 2
 
That night, all during dinner, Paul was lost in his own world, 
something which his mother did not fail to notice. She commented 
several times to her husband about it, as Paul sat playing with his 
food. 
Paul missed all of the comments, as well as the several attempts 
by both parents to bring him out of his dream world.
 
All that Paul could think about was what he had seen in the 
woods. The more that he thought about Danny jacking off while 
he watched, the hornier and more confused that he became. He 
wanted to kick himself for not making his presence known to the 
other boy. He wanted to kick himself for not going out into the 
clearing and offering...no, begging the other boy to let him suck 
his penis.
 
Paul realized that what all the other boys thought and said about 
him was true. He was a queer. He was a cock sucker. It took 
watching the naked boy masturbating himself to make this clear to 
himself. Paul pondered what he should do now that he knew he 
was a queer. It really didn't matter now, he thought, what the 
other boys said about him, because they would only be saying the 
truth. Now, he was free to be a queer, to lust after other boys in 
the school, and to try to suck as many penises as he could.
 
Paul retired to his bedroom early that evening to think about being 
a faggot. The whole concept was new to him, however, he found 
that he was not as disappointed or upset as he thought that he might 
be if he ever found out that he was really like the other kids said 
that he was. Paul wondered how the other kids knew this about 
him, when he really didn't even know it himself. He decided that 
there must be something about him that made him look queer. He 
decided that he would study the other kids around the 
neighborhood, and see if he could see differences between the 
regular kids and the ones which were called queers.
 
Paul went to bed early, thinking once again about Danny naked, 
hard, and jacking himself off. Several times before he finally fell 
to sleep, Paul played with his own penis, each time finding it 
more and more pleasurable.
 
All night long Paul dreamt of naked boys. He dreamt of boys at 
school, of boys in the showers, and of Danny. In his dreams, 
Paul came out from behind the tree and approached Danny. Danny 
greeted him happily, and told him to take his clothes off. When 
Danny offered him his penis, Paul opened his mouth happily and 
sucked the older boy until his head was pulled up from the boy's 
groin.
 
Paul moaned and groaned in his sleep as he dreamt of Danny 
rolling him over onto his stomach, climbing on top of him, and 
sticking his penis all the way inside of his bottom. Paul trashed 
around under his sheets as in his dream, Danny fucked his young 
virginal ass for the first, second, and then third time.
 
Somewhere during Paul's third ass fucking, he came, releasing a 
small amount of semen for the first time in his life. The next 
morning upon waking, Paul would find himself sticky and wet, 
with a whole new dimension to the urges in his body. This would 
confuse the young boy even more. Soon he would have to find 
someone who could make all of these new things in his life make 
sense for him.
 
Paul wished that he had a dad like other boys, a dad who loved 
him for him, and one who he could approach with any problem, 
like reaching puberty, or beginning to feel funny and sexy all over 
his body. Paul did not have such a dad. The boy's father had 
disliked the fact that his wife was pregnant. He didn't really want 
to have kids at all. When Paul was born, the man began to hate 
him even more as his sleep was interrupted night after night by the 
baby.
 
When the kid started growing up, and the man saw that he was 
fragile and feminine, the man wanted to kill him. It was bad 
enough having a kid, let alone a faggot kid, he muttered to 
anyone who would listen to him. The man was certain that the 
little boy was a fag, and there was only one thing that he hated 
worse than kids, and that was faggot kids.
 
Paul's young body shuddered in his sleep as he experienced his 
first wet orgasm. His body shook and trembled with pleasure. In 
Paul's world, the world of the dream, he was being filled with as 
much pleasure as he had ever known in his young life. He was a 
faggot, and the boy of his dreams did not mind. His big and 
beautiful friend rolled him onto his stomach and fucked his ass 
time after time as Paul laid beneath him moaning with pleasure. 
 
 
CHAPTER 3
 
The next day Paul headed out of the house, as he usually did. His 
dad was going to home from work for the day, something which 
he learned at breakfast, and the boy did not want to around the 
house all day to suffer whatever torture the man could dream up.
 
Paul went back to the woods, and crept around, looking for signs 
of Danny or any other boy there playing with themselves. When 
he found no one there, he went to the tree under which the boy 
had jacked himself off, and looked for any signs of the previous 
days activities. Paul was half hoping that the boy's cum would 
still be there. He wanted to use it on his dick to masturbate with. 
The thought of doing that was almost too much for the boy.
 
Paul was disappointed to see that the entire area was dry. There 
was not even one drop that he could find. Either it had sunk into 
the ground, or it had evaporated, he thought to himself. Paul 
decided that since he was there, he could jack off laying where 
Danny had been laying the day before. 
 
Playing the previous days events back in his mind, Paul began 
jacking himself off. He did not last long. Now that he could cum, 
things seemed to happen faster. Paul gathered up his small amount 
of semen and threw it off onto the ground. He smiled to himself 
as he thought that his cum would join Danny's somewhere in the 
ground.
 
Paul decided to wander around in the woods for a while. After 
walking about ten minutes, he began to find leaves and other 
things which interested him. Paul quickly got wrapped up in 
searching for new and interesting things for his collection. When 
Paul was in that frame of mind, exploring, he often lost track of 
time. It had got him in trouble more than once. It was lucky that it 
was summer time, and that he had no schedule to follow.
 
Paul was startled back to reality by someone talking to him. He 
jumped when he realized that there was someone else there with 
him. Paul looked around, the fright clear on his face, and saw that 
an old man had wandered up on him.
 
The man apologized for scaring him, and then asked Paul what he 
was looking for. The man listened interestingly as Paul explained 
his hobby of collecting things in nature. The man and boy talked 
for a while about nature things, and eventually Paul relaxed and 
felt comfortable with the man.
 
Paul was shocked a few minutes later, when the man offered him 
ten dollars if he could suck his penis. Paul turned beat red, and 
looked around wondering how he could get out of there. He had 
heard stories about men finding boys in isolated places, and had 
heard about the thing which were done to those boys.
 
The man saw Paul's fright and told him to relax that he would not 
hurt him, nor would he do anything if Paul didn't want to. He told 
the boy that he could make himself ten dollars doing something 
which felt good, and that he would also make an old man happy.
 
Paul thought about what the man was saying. He wanted, on one 
hand to get his dick sucked, but on the other hand, it scared the 
hell out of him. He still wondered if the man were one who would 
want to butt fuck him, or who would hurt him after they had sex.
 
The man's soft voice and gentle looks were winning the boy over. 
Before Paul even knew it, the man was feeling his penis through 
his pants. Before Paul could voice any words, the man had his 
penis out of the zipper of his pants, and was stroking him to 
erection.
 
When the man gently pushed Paul backwards, and told him to lie 
back and enjoy it, Paul was too stunned to do anything else. He 
felt the man unbuckle his pants, and then he felt himself being 
lifted, as the man pulled them down to his ankles.
 
Paul shut his eyes, trying to block out what was happening to 
him. He gasped loudly, and tried to pull away when he felt the 
man's hot mouth engulf his erection. The man held Paul's body 
down, and lowered his mouth until it totally covered his hard-on.
 
Paul could not believe the feeling that the man's mouth was giving 
him. A blow-job, he decided felt great, but he was still scared to 
death. He knew that it was wrong to be laying there with his pants 
down and a man sucking on him like that.
 
Paul began to struggle, trying to get up. The man mistook the 
struggling as excitement from the boy, and he held Paul down as 
he increased his sucking of the boy's penis. Paul finally gave up 
trying to fight the man. He simply was not strong enough. That 
thought scared the hell out of him, and Paul started to cry.
 
The man continued sucking the boy's penis. He could feel the 
boy's body tensing up, and knew that he was close. The man 
hoped that the boy could cum. He was pleased a few seconds 
later, when almost upon command, the boy shot his young load 
into his mouth. The man moaned with pleasure, feeling the force 
behind the boy's ejaculation. The first blast from the boy's dick 
bypassed his tongue and settled down in his throat. The second, 
third, and fourth blasts, the man was able to capture in his mouth, 
and he washed them around the boy's penis, savoring the taste.
 
The old man continued sucking on Paul's penis until it had grown 
limp, and there was no more cum available to him. He released 
Paul's now tiny cock, and reached into his pocket for a 
handkerchief to clean him off with.
 
Paul watched the man as he cleaned him off, wondering what 
would come next. The man looked at Paul and saw his 
questioning look. He told the boy that he wanted to jack off. He 
told him that all that he wanted to do was to look at him with his 
pants down while he jacked off.
 
Paul waited until the man had taken his pants down, and then he 
got up, pulled his pants, up as far as he could, and began running 
into the woods. The man called out after him to stop. He told him 
to come back and get his money. Paul was not about to stop. The 
boy ran, tripping several times in the process, until he was as far 
away from the man as possible.
 
Stopping by a tree to rest, Paul lowered his pants once more and 
looked at his penis, which had just been sucked. Although it 
didn't look any different to him, it sure felt different. Even though 
he had only came twice in his life, and one of those times were 
when he was sleeping, he realized that he had shot the largest load 
yet into the man's mouth. He could not believe how good a blow 
job felt.
 
Paul straightened out his clothes and headed home. Half of him 
wanted to tell his mother what happened, but he decided not to. 
The man didn't hurt him, and he didn't do anything that he did not 
say that he was going to. He had offered him money for it too, 
and even though Paul did not take it, and he ran away, he could 
hear his father calling him a prostitute, or worse.
 
Paul had a lot to think about, and the most important of them was 
how he could get the blowjob thing to happen with other boys. 
Paul smiled as he reached for his door handle. This was going to 
be an interesting summer, indeed.
 
End Chapter 3
 
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This story was provided by FAN CHA PHAW, publisher of 
"Private Dreams," and "Young, Hung & Promiscuous," as 
well as anti-circumcision and sexual freedom and liberation 
materials. FAN CHA PHAW may be reached at 
fanchaphaw@delphi.com
 
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Ishmael Wilkins