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What Happened in Barcelona
I had known (in the biblical sense) Paul and Maria's brother Jose, but
this was different. Paul insisted I learn about sex with females and I was
agreeable, and so there we were, the three of us, but it was complicated.
Pussies don't really turn me on, I found, but with Paul to handle my cock
and show me the ropes, we ended up in a double penetration free-for-all that
I will never forget. And then Paul was still up there and still tasted good,
and here we go again. . .
Dean Genie
As a senior I knew I had to keep my distance from the younger boys but
15-year old Dean had other ideas. After a soccer practice session we got
started on sex and Dean made it clear that he wanted me if I wanted him.
Did I! It took some doing to extract it from his tight goalie pants, but
here it was in all its rigid glory. It took two climaxes, one inside me,
to relieve the tension. This was the first of many occasions, but Dean was
bisexual, and that was fine with me, too.
Eric (Or Reality Sucks)
My favorite thing was the movie matinees and the orange squash and popcorn
that went along with them, that is, until Eric showed me how much fun boys
can have in the dark cavern of the theatre. Then we go to the beach together
and he shows me more, things that made my twelve year old knees tremble.
Dirty things. I don't want to hurt Eric, but — I don't want him to hurt
me. He's a couple of years older. And then I find him with another boy, and
the boy is bent over and seems to be in agony. Eric's doing to him what Daddies
do to Mommies. Is that what he wants to do to me? . . . Even now I wonder
if Eric remembers me; I remember him. . .
What Jamie Told Me One Night in the Boarding House
Jamie and I had gotten to the point of comfort in sharing each other's
secrets. He told me of his first sexual experience with a man, one that he
had sought out actively with a young man he met in the woods in his small
home town. He knew what he wanted but it was even bigger than he had imagined
and he couldn't manage it all despite all his efforts. Then it was his turn
to boldly go where he had never even dreamed of going before. Even so, years
later, he had saved the best for me, because it is love that really matters
most.
Little Nikita
I couldn't believe how my 15-year old nephew, Nicholas (Niki, Nikita),
had developed in the last four years, but of course he was forbidden fruit
(and it turned out "fruit" was an appropriate term).My innocent (?) gift
to purchase clothes that he wanted turned into a modeling of the finest
see-through underwear, which didn't pose much of an obstacle to the prizes
underneath. Nikita was a quick and demanding study. We were both on our third
climax when — but I don't want to spoil the ending for you.
Only You — Only Me
I'm 16 years old now, but even back when I was 11 or 12 I knew I liked
boys, and boys, especially Luke, liked me, too. Next there was red-headed
Alex who joined me naked in the pool and with his legs in the air after the
junior disco. I was always afraid of being rejected but Alex's friends had
some far-out parties that weren't anything like our parents thought they
were — and that's where I met Rob. I remember, I asked him, "Do you
think sex is dirty?" and he replied, "Only if it's done right." That was
two years ago, and we are still together, making love, not just having sex.
His Little Pony
Summer camp for a fourteen year old boy can get dull with all the arts
and crafts stuff. But then I got interested in horseback riding and even
more interested in Buck, who was really into horses and even more interested
in horse cocks. I may not have qualified size-wise, but he sure liked it,
especially when I draped him over a saddle with a set of reins. It was enough
to frighten the horses in the stable, but they got used to it, too. My sessions
with Buck made that whole summer worth while.
Sam's Story
Sam had been allowed to go on safari when he was twelve, and Jim was assigned
to go along to carry the bags. Somehow Sam managed to arrange to share a
sleeping bag with Jim and was able, by trickery, to arrange just about everything
else, too. Jim pretended to be asleep even during the crucial minutes, but
then turned the tables and taught Sam what it really means to be held safe
and warm and happy. And they even managed it again the next morning!
Last of the Summer Boys
It was twelve-year-old Daniel who taught me how dangerous it is for men
and boys who want each other, especially for us teachers. He looked so cold
and forlorn all alone in the park that I had to bring him home. When he wanted
to cuddle I couldn't resist, and then he wanted to go farther, much farther;
"Please, sir, I want you to. . . do you think I'm dirty for wanting to do
this?" I realised sometimes that I was losing control, but Dan knew how to
get what he wanted. That was four years ago, and now Dan's got a steady boyfriend
his own age and even his mother approves of me. All we have to do is find
each other.
Tom and Jerry
Jerry's father Tom was young, only 32, but when Jerry happened on him
sunbathing in the nude with an erection, he was unprepared for his sudden
desires. He didn't know that his father's fantasies largely matched his own.
Their relationship was awkward but later, when Jerry's friend Steve arrived
and set things in motion with Tom, there was a certain inevitability to it
all. Steve turned out o be kinky, preferring a salami at one point and, well,
when Jerry witnessed some of this he was furious — not at his father
but at Steve for trying to take his place. It was all too much
psychologically for Tom, and eventually there was only one solution —
well, I'll let you discover it.
The Good Old Summer Time
At age 14 I know I'm not supposed to get erections when I look at other
boys, but I guess that's one reason I elected to spend the summer at my uncle's
farm rather than go to camp that year. Another reason was my cousin Brad,
two years older, who taught me all the things I wondered about; hay mows
are good places for those kinds of sessions. Our sessions were interrupted
by some bull-and-cow activities which left us panting to do much the same
things. Brad's got what it takes, and he likes mine, too. It turned out not
to be the long, lonely summer I had feared.
The Boy With Gooseberry Eyes
Kids weren't allowed on the island in the middle of the lake, which is
basically why I had to go there on my raft. One day I was taking a nap there,
alone and naked, and woke up to see a beautiful, equally-naked boy about
my age looking down at me. I couldn't keep my hands off him and the feeling
was mutual. When he said, "I want you deep in my body," I couldn't wait to
get inside him. His kisses kept me going above all. But he had seemed to
have some connection with the moon, somehow, and when it appeared, he left.
I could never find him again, but I found someone who I think knew him, one
time. . . His name was really Jerome.
The Housemaster's Openings
Jamie said his first time was with the Housemaster who taught him to play
chess. They would practice openings while the Housemaster treated him to
massages. Jamie was hoping for some special openings, and he didn't have
to wait long. He knew the master wouldn't hurt him and that he would love
ever minute of it. But when the pressure was relieved, everything returned
to normal, even to a game of football on the spur of the moment. But it was
his one and only experience with the Housemaster.
Out of Time
The bell in the Quad was tolling and I was hurrying along North Street
when I first saw him. He was from Los Angeles and I had to attack him in
class seminar, of course. He spoke to me without being introduced. Then he
chose me as his mentor; how did he get inside my head? He was the devil and
an angel simultaneously, bringing back repressed images of boyhood traumata.
Then I felt his body close to mine, but darkness covered me. Finally, much
later, I was in his arms and he was kissing me. The angels sang. I was home
at last.
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