Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2011 21:11:40 +0000 (GMT) From: Chris Tucker Subject: Starting Young Ch 1 This is a semi-autobiographical story involving minor boys. Graphic sex is included. If this sort of story offends you or is illegal where you live or you are under the age of 18 ...CLICK THE RED X NOW!!! If you ignore this warning, which seems likely,, on your head beit. If you're gonna read this story in your bedroom, make sure you have enough wipes before you start and at least close and lock the door - your mum will never believe you were forced to read it! If you shouldn't be reading this in your location - don't blame me if you get lifted. Apart from that enjoy. Early Awakenings I was 10 years old, it was a blisteringly hot July and I had definitely started to notice the semi naked bodies of my playmates. The Robinson twins, Andrew and Paul, were 12, their sister Susan a year older than me and then there was Stephen a few months younger than me. They did have another brother, whose name escapes me, and who, to be honest, I barely saw. Andrew and Paul were the friends I played with most commonly, but at this time we had had a falling out. I cannot recall the reason, it was probably something totally trivial anyway, but it ended in me breaking a tennis racket over Andrews head, drawing a fair trickle of blood in the process. If you fell out with one of the twins, you fell out with both of them so it was I was with Susan and Stephen. I like Stephen. Actually, I liked him a lot but he was sort of shy and when were all out together, dominated into virtual silence by the twins. The Cunliffe's were scruffy, a bit dirty and considered 'a bad lot'. That they weren't washed and dressed daily by caring parents was evident, however, their 'bad lot' reputation stemmed mainly from the antics older siblings, of which there were 4 and Julie (10), John (9) and Joey (7) who were with us that day were actually pretty decent kids. We were in the back street playing some ball game or other, ball tag maybe or Chinese cricket. All us boys had removed our tops and our bodies glistened with a film of perspiration. Shorts and trainers or plimsolls of course made up our ensembles. Julie wore a white vest top which was at least two sizes too big. At regular intervals one strap or other would slip off her shoulder exposing a glimpse of undeveloped nipple. Now in itself, this would not have attracted attention and had the vest been off altogether, I would probably not even have noticed, but it was the peekaboo exposure that somehow made it .... different. Her denim shirt was tight, short and short and her white nickers with small flowers seemed to be on show more of the time than they were hidden. Susan had just got a new bikini. It was pale blue and why she was wearing it to play in the street was nobody's business. What this did do, slightly moistened with sweat, was show the faint outline of her 'two-pence' as my mother insisted on calling a girl's private parts. That I so clearly can picture this scene should tell you all you need to know about where my main focus was during our play, and why I was hot in more ways than one, when one Stephen announce he needed a pee. The 'boy's toilet' was behind a row of garages that formed one side of the backstreet behind our row of terraced post war houses. This sanctuary was at the bottom of a narrow passage formed by the garages and the gable end of another row of houses. A hidden 'den' about 10 feet square was created at the end, as a large commercial storage and workshop blocked the bottom of the passage. This was where we went to plan, to hide and, when necessary, to pee. So, Stephen, the Cunliffe boys and yours truly sped round the back - "one for all and all to pee". Once round the back in the safety of the den, we all shoved our shorts and undies down to our knees and let go the streams each had been holding back as long as possible so not to miss out on the fun. I coped a look at the Cunliffe boys but my gaze rested on Stephen's 2 1/2 inches and there it stayed. I looked up briefly to see Stephen's eyes were firmly locked onto my slightly more meagre offering and the returned to staring at his penis and the flow at pee. Out of the blue, the two girls appeared from round the corner. Too late to move of adjust, and with our protestations about privacy being totally ignored, we just had to carry on and let the girls their front row seats of 4 boys peeing their bladders dry. When we were done, Stephen asked what the hell they were doing coming round when they knew we were peeing. Sarah simply replied, "We need to pee too and besides, we wanted to see." "In that case, "I retorted, "Since you watched us, we get to watch you." I looked around with a smirk, looking for support from my male buddies. The clammers for equity were very short lives as Julie announced, "Sure, common Sue lets show them how a lady pees." Susan was clearly not as comfortable with the arrangement as Julie but, there was only one thing worse than embarrassment, it was being called chicken. Julie dropped he nickers to below her knees and squatted down and began to pee. I was a bit disappointed. I had hoped to get my first real look at a girls privates but the combination of the speed with which Julie dropped her pants, her skirt and the squatting position meant I saw virtually nothing at all. Susan began to follow suit. I could see now why she was more reluctant that Sarah maybe. Without the cover of a skirt, when she dropped her bikini bottoms to her knees, her hairless slit could be clearly seen. Even when squatted, you could clearly see the pee emerging from her slit down to the last drops dripping onto the weeds and tufted grass. I was interested! When they were done and their clothing replace, I started to protest to Sarah. "Hey, that wasn't fair. You saw ours really good but I didn't even see yours at all!" A glint flashed in Julie's eye, "That's okay; I will show you mine properly if we can see yours again." The we, quickly became 3, as John and Joey declared their disinterest and Susan announced it was rude and dirty, that she'd been almost naked and everyone had seen, and that see wasn't having anything more to do with this game. So, 2 boys and one girl were left behind the garages. Julie didn't pause for breath. In an instant she had pushed her denim skirt and her nickers right down to the floor and kicked them off. She looked up and nodded down at Stephens shorts. "You still have a shirt on", he announced. The words were barely out before Julie had slipped the baggy vest off and was stood stark naked except for her dirty black plimsolls. I looked her over. Flat chest with nipples slightly more pert than a boys, skinny, almost boney frame, tummy slightly domed and the bulge of her pubic mound and he hairless slit. My eyes traced her frame and I was transfixed. "Okay, you can see properly now" she whispered, "let's see yours again too" Stephen reached down and had his shorts and undies off with a flourish and a kick. Now my gaze moved to his naked body. Glistening his torso was tighter more athletic than mine. His long dark hair cast a shadow on his chest but I knew that well. What I hadn't seen before was his now 3 1/2 inches of rock hard dick that stuck out like a pole. My eyes almost popped out of my head. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen! I stared open mouthed. "Come on Chris" Stephen giggled, "you gonna show us yours or what?" I came to and started to shove down my shorts but my undies caught on something. I was suddenly aware I had a boner to. I hesitated for a second, but since I was the only one not naked and since Stephen was hard too, I unhooked my undies and shoved the lot down to my ankles. My undies got caught on my trainers and I had to bend over to slip them off altogether. "I can see your bum hole," Julie giggled. "So", I retorted, "that means I get to see yours too!" The next hour or so was an education for me. I had seen my first erect dick and my first naked girl but that was followed up by closer inspections of both male and female private parts, the touching of the same and the first time anyone other than immediate family (in the course of normal grooming) had touched mine. I learned girls have 3 holes, a pee hole a baby hole and a bum hole but most of all, I learned that I was more interested in Stephen's dick than I was in Sarah's cunt. I also learned that Stephen could hardly keep his hands off me. As we left the sanctuary of the garage den, I pondered these two revelations. I was a bit confused but to be honest, I knew nothing about sex so I didn't know about homosexuality either. I would play show me yours and I'll show you mine and Dr with Sarah a few more times that summer but I my friendship with Stephen grew and we experimented and educated each other regularly as the holidays went on. First Lust It was a few days later when Stephen and I were in the park. We were wondering through a wooded area discussing the events of the other day. Stephen was clearly still excited about it. "I liked your thingy" he announced, "even more than Sarah's thingy." "Honest?" I whispered in replay, "cos I really liked you thingy too and more than hers too." "Shall we look again then?" he asked with a slightly coy look, "Yes, I want to" I replied, "I want to a lot but where can we? We can't go to the garage den they might come in." "Let's find somewhere in here." We looked around and found a thicker denser clump of bushes below the trees quite deep into the wood. The thicket had a small but adequate clear patch in the middle. It was perfect. Stephen watched as a stripped naked to my trainers and socks. Then as I looked on, he did the same. We giggled and stood looking at one another's naked bodies, neither knowing what to do next. "Can I touch it?" I asked, breaking the ice. We only spent a few minutes that first time, touching each other and looking each other over. Stephen, while a year younger than me, was slightly longer, though if anything I think my 3 inches erect was a little thicker. His uncut foreskin covered his glans totally with some to spare even hard until it was drawn back to expose a reddish cherry tip. Mine on the other hand, while also uncircumcised, had been snipped when I was 8 to loosen the foreskin as it was 'too tight' and while the foreskin covered the end while I was flaccid, when I became hard, the skin parted to allow my more pinky purple turtle to poke its head out. Both of us has small tight ball sacks freshly filled with their dropped package and in the heat of the summer, relaxed dangling just a little. This first intimate contact was declared fun and a success as we sauntered home and we agreed that we would meet up for more the following day, this time coming with a sort of picnic and I said I would try and sneak out the car rug. As we parted, I dick hardened even then in anticipation of the following day. The following day, armed with snacks, drinks and the old car rug, we located our spot in the woods. I lay out the rug and we dropped the bags off the side. This time neither of us needed to be asked and we were naked within seconds, preteen dicks sticking out hard from our young bodies. I think actually mine had been stiff since breakfast! We lay on the rug and agreed to take it in turns to look and feel each other up. We did rock, paper, scissors to see who would go first and, having lost, I lay on my back and closed my eyes. Stephen's hands ran over my body, He touched my nipples fleetingly, probed my 'inny', which fascinated him as all the Robinsons had 'outy' belly buttons and moved to my groin. He felt my balls sack, cupping it and kneading it in his hand before turning his attention to my dick. He teased it and pulled the foreskin fully back, hurting just a little. His hand wrapped round it and he squeezed gently. My head was full of light as the sensations coursed through me. Stephen rolled me over onto my tummy. His hands again moved over my skin, my back and my buttocks. He stopped for a moment and I was about to lift my head when I felt his fingers part my butt cheeks so he could get a look at my hole. Everything in me cried out for him to touch me there to but he didn't, let them close together again and announced, "Okay, I'm done, your turn." At this point, I wasn't sure how I felt. Sure I was excited about getting my turn to play with his body and stuff, but I was enjoying being touched and felt so much I didn't want that to end either. "I'm starting the other way" I told Stephen. "I want to do your bum first." He rolled over. I traced the line of his spiny with my fingertips. It tickled and he squirmed. I found a mole below his right shoulder blade but I was as impatient as he had been and was at his butt before I knew it. I stroked the white globes which contrasted sharply to his tanned back and legs and squeezed and felt them. I traced my finger along his crack lowering my head till my face cheek touched his bum cheek. I caught a faint odour, not unpleasant at all, in fact intoxicating. I traced the line of his bum crack with my finger. I sniffed it and, on finding it didn't smell bad, place one had on each globe and prised open his crack. I could see the darker spot around his hole but wanted to see more so I moved my fingers slightly into his crack and prised the flesh wider apart. This time not only did I get a better view, but the hole opened ever so slightly. I was transfixed once again and lowered my head to experience this wonder. No smell just a light odour which almost drew me. I stopped short of the opening and drew back allowing his cheeks to close the entrance, rolling him over in the same movement. I started to gently touch his chest, touching his nipples. I was surprised when one got more perky, even like Sarah's had been. I bent close to him, to catch the faint smell of soap and boy. He giggled, tickled by my breath on his body. His naval was as interesting to me as mine had been to him. I played with the soft but nobly skin for a few moments but as with his back, I had a target and no patience. I felt his wrinkly ball sack. I was a bit surprised as instead of being lose as it had when we undressed, it was tighter and the skin thicker that other explorations. I moved to his dick. He made a light moaning as I touched his dick, first pulling back the skin of his foreskin so I could expose that exquisite cherry. I felt and squeezed him much as he had me and again bend close to try to smell his dick. I don't remember what it was like, or why I did what I did next but as my nose closed on his penis, my mouth opened and I took his willy into my mouth. He gasped and another moan left his lips. I started tasting and sucking his dick, I have no idea why but the taste of him, the scent, the texture and the feel of him was the most amazing thing ever. Stephen's hand touched my back and reluctantly I pulled off his cock. "Let me try yours." I lay back. He wasted no time and his tongue licked my willy in small laps. My head came off the rug and slammed back into the ground as his lips passed over my cockhead. Was it the bang on the head, or the sensations pulsing though me made me dizzy - who knows, I certainly didn't care. His mouth, his warm wetness covered my whole dick and I was in heaven. Neither of us came that afternoon, but it has remained one of the most vividly clear days of my life and was a defining one for me. That summer if it was fine, Stephen and I would hole up for at least an hour or so in our love nest. Sex didn't dominate our holidays, it wasn't even the most important part, but it was definitely the most intense. We even managed a couple of indoor sessions, though for some reason, the outdoors was more relaxing for us. That summer holiday, Stephen and I discovered the joys prolonging the sucking and the effects thrusting and moving ones mouth up and down the shaft could bring and we both experienced dry orgasms a plenty. That autumn, my parents were forced to move. It was only a few miles but I never saw Stephen again after that, I have never to this day sucked, or been sucked, more often than Stephen and I did in that 6 weeks; nor do I think I have tasted a sweeter cock. Maybe it is true, your first is the best but what is for sure, I will never forget it - or Stephen. If you would like to pass me feedback, please do so via email at: tuckbox61@yahoo.com