From: hojo@psynet.net (Hojo)
Subject: Hojo Story: Visting Chuck & Randy b/b (secret06.txt)
Date: Tue, 23 Sep 1997 06:05:42 GMT

The following story involves sexual acts and/or exploration between teen
and/or pre-teen boys.

If you are under the age of 18, or do not wish to read this type of
material, STOP READING NOW.

The following accounts are 100% true, however, the names, dates, and
locations have been changed to protect all parties.

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Secret Explorations: Visiting Family Friends (Chuck & Randy) #1
by Hojo

^^ Spring Break In Detroit ^^

In the spring during 6th grade, my father decided that he wanted to take a
trip to visit some old family friends in Detroit.  I hadn't seen the
Johnson's in almost 6 years and all I could remember was that they had a
cool Ford Mustang and three kids.  The last time I had seen them, their
sons were 6 and 7, and the sister had been 10.

We packed up the car with our luggage and supplies, heading off to visit
these long lost friends.  The drive was long and we arrived late around
1am on a Saturday morning.  When we arrived, my father shook me awake.
Ralph and Liz, my father's friends met us outside to greet us.  They
helped us haul in our luggage.

Once inside, we sat down in the kitchen.  Liz offered to make us some
sandwiches.  My dad wasn't hungry but I said I would like one.  Liz smiled
to me and asked if turkey was okay.  "Turkey would be great."  Liz went
into the fridge to fetch the food and Ralph and my dad took their beers
into the living room.

Liz came back with my sandwich.

"Thanks Mrs. Johnson." I said.

"Oh come on, you can call me Liz. Or Aunt Liz if you want to." she
replied.

"Okay, thanks Aunt Liz" I said with a smile as I took a big bite out of
the sandwich.

Liz studied me and said, "You sure have grown.  You probably won't even
recognize Chuck and Randy."

I thought for a minute and said, "I can't really remember them.  That was
a long time ago.  How old are they?"

^^ About Randy ^^

"Chuck just turned 13, and Randy is 12.  Chuck is a few inches taller than
you, but he is older. And Randy, well, you know about Randy right?" she
asked.

I thought for a minute not knowing what she was talking about.  "No, what
about Randy?"

The smile left Liz's face and she bowed her head, then looked back and
informed me, "Well, Randy is a little different.  Randy's mother had
problems during her pregnancy and he's... well...  he was born
retarded."

A sad look of concern came over my face and I asked.  I knew what a
retarded person was but I wasn't sure what that meant about Randy.  "What
do you meant Randy's mother??  Aren't you his mother?"

"No, I'm not.  We adopted Randy when he was a baby. His mother abandoned
him in a shelter." she said.

I stopped chewing and thought about that.  "Oh, well that's cool that you
adopted him.  So what if he's retarded.  That's not so bad is it?" I asked
honestly.

Liz smiled and looked away for a moment and turned back to me and said,
"No, not really.  It's just that he is different.  You see, Randy is a 12
year old boy, but his mind is still that of a 5 year old.  And, well..
that causes a problem sometimes.  You see, we can't let him be in school
with the regular kids.  Not only is he retarded, but he is very
hyperactive."

I thought for a moment and asked, "What does that mean, hyperactive?"

"It means that he is a very physical boy. He is aggressive.  And since he
really has the mind of a 5 year old, but a body of a 12 year old, we have
to take precautions so that he doesn't hurt people." she explained.

I thought about that and my next question was, "Well, will he ever get
better?"  Liz's face drooped and she said sympathetically, "No, I'm afraid
not.  Mentally he will always be a five year old."

I stopped eating my sandwich and put it down.  I asked Liz, "Well, that's
no fair..."  I looked down at my plate sadly.

"No, it's not fair... but we make the best of it.  I'm sure you will like
Randy.  You just have to give him a chance.  Remember that he's not like
you." she said as she lifted up my chin and smiled at me.  "There are all
kinds of people who make up this world.  Randy might not be the smartest,
but he can make people smile if they just opened their hearts to him."

I returned Liz's smile.  "Okay, I'm sure he's a cool kid, Aunt Liz."

Even though I was smiling on the outside, I was still very sad on the
inside.  Imagine going through life with the mentality of a 5 year old.
That must suck.

^^ Exploring Chuck's Room ^^

I finished my sandwich and Liz asked me if I want to get some sleep.  I
agreed that I was tired so she showed me to Chuck's room where I would be
sleeping.  They had set up the rollaway bed in there.  I carried in my
suitcase and whispered "Thank you. Goodnight." to Aunt Liz as she shut the
door.

As the door shut, I was in darkness, except for the small pluggin
nightlight and the moonlight flowing in the windows.  I waited a minute
for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.  The room was large.  I saw posters
on the walls but I could not tell what they were.  A model airplane hung
from the light fixture.  In the corner, I could see a desk with a couple of
books, and a bookshelf with more books.  Along the wall opposite to the
window, I could see Chuck's bed.  I stared intently at the sleeping lump.
As my eyes grew more accustomed to the light, I could make out a figure
under the shroud of a blanket.

As I looked at Chuck's sleeping profile, I tried to imagine what he looked
like under than blanket.  It felt strange to be thinking these things, but
I could not help myself.  To tried to change my thoughts, I moved over to
the desk to survey what was there.

Just typical stuff.. It looked like Chuck was working on a model of a
ship.  There were tubes of glue and small canisters of paint. "Typical
American boy stuff" I thought.  Building models was one of my hobbies
also.  I looked further.  A small stack of books, a cup with pens and
pencils.  My eyes caught site in the pencil jar of a thick cylinder.  I
picked it up.  It was a pen lamp.  "Cool." I though, as I twisted the end
and the flashlight came on.  I pointed it around the room getting a better
view of the surroundings.  There were posters on the wall of heavy metal
bands which I didn't like.  I pointed it towards the bookshelf and read
some of the titles.  Mostly science books.  I looked over the bookshelf
until I found a few school yearbooks. "Hmm. I can see what Steve looks
like before he wakes up."  I grabbed the most current one from last year
and walked over to my bed.   I set the book down and stripped down to my
underwear.  After crawling under the sheets, I picked up the yearbook and
flashlight again.

I opened it up.  Memorial Junior High was on the cover.  I quickly flipped
to the 8th grade section and found Chuck's picture. I was stunned.  He was
a very good looking kid.  With his long neck, he did appear to be tall.
His hair was a light brown, and eyes that were hazel in color.  He had a
large nose and high pronounced cheekbones.  His complexion was clear and
void of acne.  For 13, he looked very cute.

Wait, "Cute?"   I caught myself in midthought.  Should I be thinking
"Cute?"  Well, he was...

Trying to subsite my thoughts, I set the book and flashlight down thinking
I would get some sleep.  I curled up in the blankets... I laid there for
several minutes with my eyes closed when I heard a sigh and the creaking
of bedsprings.  Since my face was facing Chuck's bed, I looked through the
slits of my eyes and saw that Chuck had rolled over onto his back, and in
the process, the blanket had folded over off of him.

^^ Exploring Chuck ^^

A sudden excitement overtook me.  I lay still for a couple of minutes.
Chucks breathing was rhythmic and shallow.  He was still asleep.  I slowly
reached down and picked up the penlight.  I turned the end to illuminate
it and slowing brought it up to the level of the bed.

There I could clearly see Chuck.  He looked alot like his yearbook
picture, except his hair had grown longer.  I shown the light on his
face and slowly panned it down his torso.  He had a golden tan and a
totally flat stomach... My penis jumped when I realized what I saw next.

Below his navel, I could see hair.  Pubic hair!  Chuck wasn't wearing
underwear!  I slowly and quietly crawled out of the bed and onto the
floor.  The blanket was bunched up in front of his crotch so I could not
get a good view without moving over by the bed.  I pointed the light
at the floor and crawled over to his bed.

Once I was next to the bed, I sat up and brought up the light so it shown
on his crotch.  My penis was suddenly pulsating rock hard.  Chuck was
completely nude!  A thin patch of brown pubic hair was above his penis.
His penis, much heftier than my own, was lying on his right thigh.  There
was a little bit of hair on his balls.

I reached into my own shorts and slowly started stroking my hard penis
with my free hand as I viewed Chuck's resting tube.  I moved the light
back to his torso for a better look.  He was beautiful.  His smooth
abdomen made way to soft, perfectly formed mounds of his pecks.  His
nipples were small, but dark.  His arms were long and thin, yet toned..
like that of a runner.

I began to stroke myself faster.  I began to wonder about Chuck's dormant
penis.  Would he wake up if I touched it?  I started weighing out the
risks.  In my horny state, it didn't take me long to decide it was worth
the gamble.  I put the penlight in my mouth, and with my freed hand,
reached for Chuck's penis.  I lightly brushed it.  He did not stir.
Becoming braver, I slowly placed my hand so it covered his genitals.  He
did not stir.  I maneuvered my hand so that I had a light grip on his
penis....  he did not stir.

I was shaking with excitement as I continued to stroke my own penis.
Slowly, I began to massage Chuck's penis in my hand.  After several
seconds, it began to respond.  It started to inflate and grow in my hand.
I repositioned his penis so it was pointing straight up as I continued the
massage.  It continued to grow until it was hard, but not super stiff...
You know, like a penis when it is almost all the way hard, but not
throbbing...

My pace on my own penis quickened.  My own erection just barely filled the
length of my hand. Chuck's was beyond that by a good inch.  My breathing
quickened and I continued to slowly stroke Chuck while my own pace became
furious. I must have looked like a complete pervert kneeling on the floor
with a penlight in my mouth, stroking a sleeping kid as I furiously jacked
off, but that was the furthest most thing on my mind.  More and more I
stroked myself until I finally came to a dry orgasm.  Wave after wave
they came, but as such, I was not able at the time to produce any evidence
of my actions, the feelings were only known to me.

The waves of pleasure subsided and I found myself with my head on Chuck's
mattress, his dick still in my hand.  For what seemed like an eternity, I
laid there not wanting to move.  In actuality, it was only several
seconds, after which I came to my senses.  I slowly laid Chuck's penis
down, which at this point, naturally found its place resting against his
stomach pointed towards his small belly button.

I pulled the covers back over Chuck and put both the penlight and yearbook
back where I had found them and then crawled back into my bed...
completely exhausted and feeling fulfilled.

I drifted to sleep only imagining what other fun times would be had during
the spring break week to Aunt Liz's.  My dreams turned to Randy, a
redarded 5 year old boy trapped in the body of an 11 year old.


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For those of you who do not know me, let me give you some
background to these stories.  I've written these from the memories of my
youth discoveries of emotion and sexual feelings.
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This is a part of an on going series.

The preceding accounts are 100% true, however, the names, dates, and
locations have been changed to protect all parties.

If you would like to comment, or just want to hear more about my early
youth adventures, including what happened later, please send e-mail to:
hojo@psynet.net

I'd love to hear your own stories of your special youth time
relationships/experiences.