Date: Tue, 16 Feb 1999 14:47:39 +1100
From: Kyle Stuart
Subject: SEX BEFORE PUBERTY

			   SEX BEFORE PUBERTY
			     By Kyle Stuart

I have always admired the male human body and loved to reach out and touch
and be touched and held by strong masculine hands.  I remember even as a
very young boy of about 9 or 10, thrilling to the embracing arms of strong
young sea-going men.  The encounter was so innocent.  They were all mainly
from foreign countries whose ships were docked at Fremantle, and they were
either guests or just visiting the Marine Club, where I had been invited to
spend my school holidays with my best friend and class mate Robin, whose
father managed the club.

I remember one particularly handsome young merchant sailor, who said he
came from Canada.  I would find him on his own almost every evening having
a cold beer on the Club's wide verandah which overlooked the four flood lit
tennis courts.  The clubhouse boasted a large hall with several French
Windows opening onto the verandah which ran the full length of the
building.  It was used for dances, picture shows, bingo, and a host of
other activities.  He always displayed a welcoming smile for me and we
would chat, or rather I would ask him questions, and he would tell me
stories as I manoeuvred myself onto his lap and tried cuddling up to him.
(I was small for my age and knowingly knew I could get away with it) I
would half sit on his lap and feel the muscles in his arms which he proudly
displayed for my amusement.  I'm sure I had an erection, though I realise I
would not have known quite what I was feeling, except perhaps a great sense
of happiness and well being.  I recall tracing little blue marks beneath
the skin on his arms and hands which he explained were pieces of coal
embedded when he'd cut himself mining, and now the skin had covered them as
the wound healed.  Hard to believe?  Well that's as I remember it.  Anyway
I made a point of looking out for my special sailor mate every evening
where I knew I could find him having his usual cold beer on the wide
verandah by the bar, ogling all the pretty girls that happen to walk by.
Waiting my chance, I'd swoop down on him from behind after creeping up on
him, and fling my arms around his neck.  Sometimes I would almost knock
over his precious beer in my exuberant greeting, then start pummelling his
chest, and anywhere else I could gain vantage with my little fists.

He was always delighted to see me, and called me his little imp.  He would
pick me up and swing me around and throw me up in the air and catch me like
a baby.  Of course I begged for more!  I also felt I had licence to pummel
him as my mood took me; but I particularly loved to grab him around the
waist or preferably the hips so that my little hands could get a feel of
his bottom, and press myself into his crotch.  I could feel the heat of him
and the growing bulge in his crotch as I pressed and wiggled myself against
his privates.  Even then I knew I caused excitement in a man when any part
of my body touched or filled the area of his groin, and I loved the kind of
power I felt getting this reaction.  I looked upon this feeling as a kind
of love, and not the sexual lust I later got to know and relished.  Looking
back I feel pretty certain I also felt and liked the feeling of the hard
stirring object in the crotch.  I got a great sense of joy siting on men's
laps, in the hope of feeling their bulge stir beneath my plump little
bottom.

As I grew older I soon became aware of my fascination for the naked bodies
of the older and bigger built boys in the locker rooms and open shower
blocks at boarding school.  Many of the older hunks loved to play with
themselves in front of us younger and smaller kids.  To us little guys,
their cocks were huge and awesome, and the white creamy stuff that shot out
of their piss hole was really cool, and something we all wished we could do
some day soon.  Anyway, one particular gym afternoon I found myself alone
in the showers with the biggest hunk of them all.  His name was Dane, and
he was two years older than I was, but where as I was small for my age, he
was really big for his, and boy do I mean big... like awesome.  He had the
biggest nuts and cock I had yet to see anywhere at that time.  Even bigger
than my dads, but then I'd never seen my dad with an erection.

My eyes were like saucers as I watched Dane's nude muscular body under the
shower next to mine.  I just loved to watch his muscles flex as he casually
soaped himself and the hot water cascaded over his glistening white skin
and gave it a pink glow.  He was well aware I was watching him and noticed
that I was also sporting an uncontrollable erection, as my little 3" hard
dick stuck out straight in front of me.  Many of the guys sported hardons
in the showers so I did not try to hide my erection and decided to play it
cool.

I secretly fancied Dane, and wished he was my best buddy, but realised our
difference in size and age would always stand in the way... but I kept
hoping and wishing that may be one day the impossible would happen.

Dane now took a grip of his huge penis in one massive hand as he turned to
face me smiling, and looked me straight in the eyes as he slowly slid his
fist up and down his thick shaft.  As he drew back his silky foreskin, a
perfectly shaped pink mushroom head would be revealed, and then disappear
as he brought his fist over it again.  He seemed to really enjoy displaying
himself to me, and even asked if I would like to stroke him.  I of course
was more than willing, and greedily took hold of his hot hard meat in my
small hands.  In return, using just his finger and thumb, he gently moved
the foreskin over my much smaller but equally stiff prick, which made my
eyes water with excitement.  Where as he would soon bring me to a dry
climax of exquisite pleasure, the combination of my two hands stroking his
quivering cock, would take considerably longer in bringing him to a
frenzied climax.  My first warning of his creamy discharge would come
shortly after he would ask me to wank him faster, and I could feel his cock
flex under my fingers as the veins stood out.  Next his peach size
testicles would shoot up in his scrotum, and I would feel the rush of his
sperm entering the thick shaft as it began to jerk in my hands.  The look
on his face was one of pure rapture, as the iris in his eyes dilated to
black holes, and his mouth became slack and salivating.  From his cock head
would erupt globules of thick creamy fluid, which spurted in spasms several
feet across the room, forming milky pools on the tiled shower room floor.
I'm in absolute awe with my mouth a gap as I ogle at his dynamic
performance.  He turns on the shower again, and we watch his seed mingle
with the sheet of water spurting from the showerhead.  Reluctantly I
release his still hard cock, which he takes from my hands as he starts to
soap himself.  However I desperately want to keep touching him, and in a
show of eager assistance brazenly step closer, reach out for the soap, and
join in the soaping his muscular body, and especially his plump firm
buttocks.  Slipping a slim hand between his thighs I ease my fingers
between his ass cheeks where I linger and momentarily finger his anus.  He
moans softly to my gentle probing of his ass hole and squirms a little as
he bends forward so that my finger slips in again, and he yells out "oh
yeah!  "Finger fuck me boy!"

It's my pleasure I thought to myself, and found three of my fingers slip
easily into his hot moist orifice and started pumping like mad!  Meanwhile
my free hand slid down to his scrotum where I had a good feel of his heavy
balls.  He squirmed his ass in ecstasy as I continued to finger his hole
and unknowingly massaged his prostate glans.  He was obviously revelling in
the delight of my erotic touch, and without saying a word, I knew he wanted
me to complete the soaping and washing of his whole body clean of any cum
juice.  It was of course my pleasure!  I revelled in sliding my hands all
over him and occasionally pressed my slim body to his powerful and muscular
body which made me want to swoon.  He made it quite plain he wanted to hold
me just as much as I wanted to hold him, and placed his powerful hands onto
my perky buns and pressed me to him so that I felt the heat of his desire
even as the shower cooled our skin.  I felt rapturously in love with his
body, and knew there was not anything I would not do for him.  He only had
to ask!  But then again, it was more than likely that it would be I who
took the initiative!