Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2019 00:54:35 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Two Little Pubic Hairs TWO LITTLE PUBIC HAIRS by Encolpius DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction. It is intended as a fantasy. It is not intended to describe real people or events. Any similarity is coincidental. Compliments, complaints, comments to encolpius1@protonmail.com Please remember to donate to Nifty. The summer of 1980. I was 15, a year away from driving legally on my own and still stuck on a bike in the neighborhood, no job, nothing to do. I was tall, nearly finished growing, maybe only needing the last inch to make 6' 1". Fifteen. Certain in my own mind I was grown, physically an adult really even though I didn't shave yet. I was jacking off all the time. That's for sure. All the time. The first time I ever saw a hard dick was jacking off maybe a year before, or maybe a year and a half, with my best friends Tommy and Kyle. A circle jerk. Well, Kyle wasn't my best friend. He lived across the street from Tommy and they were tight and I was jealous, I guess. Plus, even though he was a year younger, he had gone into puberty a bit before me. That rankled too. We were gathered around Tommy's collection of dirty mags -- Playboy and Penthouse, no Hustler -- that he had inherited from his father. He kept them in a dresser drawer instead of hiding them around under the dresser or under the mattress. His mom even knew where they were. We would whack off, the three of us. I was more interested in them than the magazines. At the time, I didn't know what that meant. We were in the woods, playing some stupid game, but it involved dropping your pants and mooning everyone else. Tommy's little cousin, I forget his name, was there. He was maybe 11. His was the first hairless dick I ever saw hard. When his turn came, he yanked down his pants and that thing was sticking up, straight up. I thought it was beautiful. I was seriously turned on. Nobody made fun of him for being excited. We were all young. You get hard all the time. The wind blow and you pop a boner. That's how it is. By 15, that world had changed. Tommy was a year older, 16. He had a license and now had a motorcycle. He was mobile. And he had a girlfriend. She lived across the street from me. Big ass and big tits and ... well, I wasn't interested. Kyle must have been at some aerospace camp or something because he wasn't around. I hung out with her younger brother, Gary, who was maybe 12. Maybe 12 or maybe almost 12. Whatever. A little snot. Not even 5 foot, not even a 100 lbs. He was cute. Brown hair, green eyes. High pitched voice. He wanted to follow me around. Whatever. I didn't have anything else going on. I showed him some nudie pictures, a Playboy probably. I had one Hustler and I loved it. It was my pride. It showed dick, at least a little bit. One spreaad with a hot guy and some piece of pussy. And there were ads for gay films in the back, with pictures, really small, of men with hard dicks. Those were my favorites. I wasn't gay. I just liked dick. You know. 15. What do you know? I suggested we jack off. It was my favorite thing to do anyway and I generally needed to crank out a couple of loads a day to stay sane anyway. He acted skittish. He said I could and he would watch. Well, that seemed like a shitty idea to me. I'm 15 and he's not even 12 probably and what if the little shit goes around telling? All of a sudden I'm some sort of child molester or something. But I'm horny and honriness wins so I do. I whip it out, in the woods, across the railroad track in a little clearing, just me and him on a summer day. Just spit and rub. He watches me, every second. I shot my load and clean up. Then next time I suggest it, he is game. I take out mine, same clearing, summer day. He takes out his. His balls aren't so little, not really. Not like I thought. His dick is though. About like my middle finger, about that long, about that thick. No pubes. I stroke mine. He strokes his. I cum. He doesn't. But he seems happy enough and I know I am. Pretty soon, we are sitting next to each other on the ground and I reach over and touch his. I am surprised at how hard it is. I mean I know dicks get hard but it's weird touching someone else's, you know? I figure when I am choking my own chicken, I can feel it with my hand and my dick and now, touching his, only with my hand. Anyway, it was like a steel pipe in a velvet bag. The skin moved but the steel was rigid. It was cooler than shit. He stroked me until I came. I sucked him off the first time. In the woods. Just briefly. The second time was at my house, in my bedroom. No chance of somebody catching us there. He came. He didn't shoot but he definitely orgasmed, a dry one as I blew him. Shivering and shuttering all over, groaning and moaning and then he pushed me off as the post orgasmic sensation was too much. No spunk but he loved it. He came back for more. He sucked on mine. I didn't shoot in his mouth though. We got naked and we kissed. We rubbed together, young bodies, lean and firm, hard dicks pressed up against each other, mine longer and fatter than his but his beautiful. He licked it, sucked on the head. I took him down. I sucked his balls. He shuddered and groaned. I stroked out the load at the end. He came back for more. Mid morning, July. He knocked on the back door. He is in jeans and a T. It's hot and he seems overdressed. "Hey, dude" I say, opening the door, letting him in. "what's up?" "Nuttin" Tommy is over at his house with his sister and he's making himself scarce, I figure. "When you gotta be back?" He shrugs. It's open ended, I guess. His mom doesn't work but she isn't around much. He'll have to go back eventually. We are in the kitchen and I push him against the wall gently and put my hand on his crotch and nod toward the bedroom. He nods and shrugs, acting cool and only barely interested. He came over though. He knew what we would be doing. We don't look at girlie mags. It's gone beyond that. In my room, I'm in shorts and shirtless and quickly down to my underwear, tighty whities back in the day. He strips off too. Down to his. He is perfect boyhood, right at the end of it. Before the growth spurt makes him all gangly and awkward. Perfectly proportioned. Narrow shoulders, thin, flat chest, flat belly, hips as wide as his shoulders. Not a lick of hair anywhere other than the brown on his head. He is all ready hard and I am getting there. "Come here" I say He gets on the bed. Each of us have a little bit of cotton between us but I can feel the hardness of his cock and mine is pressed against his. I feel his breath on me, the beating of his heart, the heat of his body. I like the weight of him on me even if it is south of a 100 pounds. I touch him and we kiss. Tongue. I taught him that. He touches me. Down there. I am hard and straining and want to be naked. He pulls off his Fruit of the Looms. He is right there sitting on my chest, his hard dick sticking straight up toward his chin practically in my face. And right there, right at the base of his cock are two hairs, one on each side just barely poking through the skin, not even an eighth of an inch long, like tiny spears, pointed at the end but black as night. Pubes. "Damn, Gary. You got pubes!" "Yeah" he says but with a smile. He's proud. "Fuck. Man. Puberty. Not so much of a little boy, huh. You're a man" "Yeah" Dicks are meant to be used, right? And his is so cute, even hotter for those two little pubic hairs sticking out. His balls are bigger than they should be. They've dropped. I was too inexperienced in the growth of boys back then to know the signs of ripening but now I would. I have pleasured younger boys and they love it but they don't have the fire of lust in them, the need for it. It's fun but that's all. Gary was just turning ripe, just now feeling the need, the desire, the fire and my hand and mouth would give him the relief that he could barely describe and not even understand but desired more than anything I sucked his balls. First one and then the other. I touched his tight torso, bony ribs and leanness as my mouth found his cock. It was hard and rigid and sticking up straight. I licked the underside of his shaft with my tongue up the tip, a deep cherry color. He fell over my face and pushed it into my mouth. I sucked and let my tongue rub against it as he moved himself in and out of my mouth, face fucking me. I grabbed his ass as he did, firm and round. I just let him go, go and do it. I wouldn't gag. It wasn't long enough for that. How long did we do it? I don't know. Did he orgasm? Maybe. I loved to see him have dry orgasms. It was cool. He would moan a little, whimper a little but then, as the pleasure grew, he would begin to get silent. Then came long satisfied sighs. Then shorter and shorter little moans. His body would slowly tense up. He'd become like a coiled spring. I could see it on his face though. Slightly and then more and more, his face would screw up in what would almost seem like pain and he would just have to gasp in more air. His eyes tight and shut as I worked on his dick, mercilessly going at it, sucking him off as he got more and more orgasmic. Then, his body total tnese and tight, his breathing raggged and inadequate, he would shiver a little and let out a satisfied groan. But not all at once. He would orgasm for this really long time, a minute or even more. Then total relaxation. He sucked me. I was long enough for him to gag on. It is average size, I know, but to him it was a man's cock, full grown and hairy. He could barely get more than the tip in. At first, other than the excitement of another person touching me down there, I wondered what was so cool about blow jobs. But he got better. He learned to use his tongue and to stroke and slowly I understood. And he could get more and more in without gagging. "Suck it, Gary" I said. "Man, that feels good." He stroked my cock with one hand and tugged on my balls with the other. The wetness of his mouth was on my hard cock. I could see his whole tight little body as he did it and he reached down to stroke his own stiff dick as he blew mine. That really turned me on. I just had to sigh a little bit. It felt so good. "Hey, you wanna try something new?" He looked up. "What?" "You want to put your dick in my butt?" He made a face, like it was gross. But then he seemed to think about it. "I want you to fuck me" I said "Okay" I got up on my hands and knees and buried my face down on my pillows. I knew enough to know that we would need some grease and I had Vaseline that I used to jack off with. He looks at it before slathering some on. I get a glob and grease myself up. I've jacked off plenty of times fingering my hole and I really, really want to know what it would feel like to have a dick, any dick in my ass. I spread my leg and kind of crouch down to dick level for him. He pushes his dick into between my ass cheeks and then, somehow, finds the hole. No pain. A little full. But I like the motion. It's not in far and he can't move much or it will come out -- and it did and he had to push it back in again -- but he moved and fucked me. Anticlimatic but neither of us are virgins anymore. I was still hard and I used my still greased fist to stroke myself as he moved back there. It felt good. Then Gary pulled out and fell on the bed, still hard. He started stroking himself, his face screwed up. I got next to him and reached over and masturbated him instead. He reached over and did me. We didn't speak as we gave each other hand jobs, just lay there and enjoyed it. Finally, I was close enough that I wanted to take over so I did. I jacked myself and Gary did himself. His face was screwed up and tight, his body tense as he went to twon n his hard cock. I did the same. It was feeling really good, like I didn't want to ever quit but also that I really needed to explode. Before I was done, Gary was. He stopped wanking as I continued. He didn't get up and get drewssed, just stayed there naked, watching me pleasure myself. I went at it, breathing heavy, moaning some before I shot at a big, fat load: one big gulp of semen and then a couple of spurts. Before he moved away, we did it many more times. The first time he actually shot was in my mouth. Then I took load after load in my ass. It's been many years since. He's married -- to a man -- and I have gone from boy to boy.. We keep up on Facebook and Instagram. Neither of us are as hot as we were then but I have the memory of it. The first boy I ever had.