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the Start of It All Anonymous 01/05/15 (Mon) 03:14:10 No.1091

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Alright then.

What I'm going to relate to you is entirely true. The memories are still vivid in my mind, in spite of the intervening years. I remember all of it, clearly and with fondness. I remember the sensations, the feelings, the smells, and the tastes like it was only yesterday. They took place over a period of about nine months. Some of the later adventures I had could certainly be considered abuse and cause for alarm. Some would demand names and screech for legal action. But, I won't give you any real names. I won't be disloyal to those that I had so much fun with.

It began when I was twelve years old, living on an Army base on the East Coast. Friends came and went constantly, but it seemed we were staying put. My Dad was close to retirement anyway. It was the late 1970's, so the world was quite a bit different than it is now.
I made friends with one new kid, I'll call him "Paul". He had TONS of porno mags from overseas that he had stolen from his Dad. We remodeled an old, crudely-built fort in the woods and went there every afternoon to look at the naked women (and, yes little girls). One afternoon, I noticed his boner. I had one too. We were both rubbing them through our jeans. I don't know what made me do it, but I asked him to show his to me. Curiosity is natural. He was hesitant, but pulled his pants down and let me see. It was a little bigger than mine. He blushed, but went ahead and pulled down his pants down further when I asked him to. It was glorious. Thicker than mine and longer. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Leaning closer, I inspected it up and down. He asked what I was doing and I said I didn't know. "Can I touch it?" came out of my mouth. He turned beet red, but said Okay. I ran my fingers along it's length and rubbed the head between my fingers. He trembled a little. My gut felt queasy, but I didn't want to stop. Wrapping my hand around it, I started stroking it, like I did my own at night. He gasped, but didn't make me stop. Remembering a picture from one of the magazines, I leaned even closer. His eyes went wide. Shaking with adrenaline and a strange desire, I put my mouth on it and kissed the head. Paul moaned and trembled harder. Opening my mouth, I looked up at him and watched his face as I licked the head. He stared with wide eyes. Finally, I did what I saw the women in the mag do and closed my mouth around it. I knew nothing about how to suck it, but I knew it felt both odd and wonderful at the same time. When I licked on the head and sucked a little, he moaned again and started moving his hips, pumping instinctively in and out of my mouth. I let him do so, still licking and sucking on it. We did it for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. "Oh, shit," he said. He tried to pull away but I had ahold of his butt cheek and wouldn't let go. He said Stop, but I was too far gone, I held tight and sucked harder. I had already had my first orgasm and knew what was about to happen. With another moan and an "Oh" he burst, flooding my mouth with his premature cum. Once he had finished, I swallowed it and wiped my mouth.
He pulled his pants back up and hastily stashed the magazines. He made some lame excuse about having to get home. We didn't go back to the fort for a couple days and didn't talk about what had happened until the following Saturday, when I told him I liked it, did he want to do it again?
He was timid about it but said, "Yeah."
That became a VERY memorable spring, and the summer got even better.
To be continued…

Anonymous 01/05/15 (Mon) 04:34:22 No.1092

>>1091
Don't blue ball me anon.

A New Sensation Anonymous 01/05/15 (Mon) 16:35:22 No.1093

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>>1092 Sorry, man. I do have a life to lead.
#2

So, Paul and I began visiting our fort more often. He became a little bolder, asking me almost daily if I wanted to suck him again. After a while, he knew he didn't have to ask, and we did away with the foreplay of the porno mags. When a girl began flirting with him, Paul started drawing away from the games, so I made the brash decision to invite another classmate to the fort. At first, Paul was against the idea, but I convinced him that "Alan" (let's call him) wouldn't say anything about it either. The first time, Alan just watched, amazed that I was not only willing, but that I enjoyed it. On his second visit, he agreed to let me suck him, too. He, at least, was willing to return the favor and I got my first blowjob. Paul started saying it was bad and that he liked girls (which Alan and I did, too). It was Alan's brilliant idea to steal a wig from his mother so we could take turns pretending to be a girl for the others. By the end of that spring, as the school year was drawing to a close, we were visiting the fort two or three times a week. Though Alan was perfectly willing to don the wig and be the girl for a while, I was the one that usually got to receive that attention. I don't remember which of them came up with the idea, but we wound up inviting another new kid, "Ricky". Ricky not only had better porno mags (the Swedish kind), but he had an older brother and their parents were gone just ALL the time. Ricky was the one that became my regular playmate.
He was also the first one to suggest we try butt sex. The fort was largely, though not entirely abandoned in favor of Ricky's bedroom. After one afternoon session, where I was (of course) playing the girl for the three of them, Ricky produced a small tube of something he called "lube", He had swiped it from his parents bedroom stash and told us what it was for. It had a K and Y on it. Paul was timid, Alan was scared, Ricky was insistent, I was horny as all get out. The very idea intrigued me. I had never thought of that being possible, even though I had discovered the pleasures of fingering my own butt while jerking off.
I remember I was trembling like a newborn deer, up on all fours with that silly, blonde wig on my head and my ass in the air. Ricky squeezed out some of the slippery solution and stuck his fingers up my rectum. At first it felt invasive, but soon I loosened up and realized that it also felt good. There on the floor in his bedroom, Ricky got in behind me and took my anal cherry. God, it was heavenly. He started slowly, increasing in tempo and force until he had my face buried in a pillow and was grunting with ferocity with each of his of his thrusts. When he came, he actually growled in my ear.
Both of us breathing heavily, he moved away and started cleaning his little pecker off. I was staring hungrily at the other two. Alan was ready, and I was not about to tell him not to, but it was Paul's thickness that made my stomach twitch and my hands tremble. I watched Paul get hard and stay that way while Alan took his turn. He didn't last as long as Ricky. As soon as he finished, I turned my ass to Paul and found myself whimpering with anticipation. "Come on," I wound up telling him. He hesitated, but eventually he mounted me. He took his time (thankfully) stroking long and slow. Ricky cleaned himself off good and knelt in front of me. So, there I was with Paul's dick pumping my butt (with ever-increasing eagerness) and Ricky's dick in my mouth. That was the closest I had felt to being in heaven, so far in my young life. Paul exploded when he came, Ricky not lasting long after that, but having less to deliver that time.
Saturday nights became far more interesting, though Paul stopped coming after a week or two. He would still come by the fort once in a while for a quick blowjob, but he never fucked me again (much to my disappointment).
Alan was grounded for two weeks during that month, so Ricky and I started spending more and more time together. I even started spending the night at his house on weekends.
That was when the REAL fun (for me) began. One night his older brother caught me and told me he knew what was going on.
Oh, yes. The real fun began.
(Tales get longer and more involved from here)
To be continued…

One Step Up Anonymous 01/05/15 (Mon) 18:41:07 No.1094

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>>1093 cont.
pt. 1

So, my spring had become more interesting. Paul stopped coming around, making friends with some boys from the other end of the base.
Alan didn't come over as much as he used to, but when he did, we had fun. He never wanted to "be the girl" anymore, which was fine
by me. I was really starting to enjoy it. As the end of the school year came closer, he stopped coming entirely. It was just Ricky and me.
We didn't even bother using the wig anymore. The only thing I couldn't get him to do was kiss me. I don't know why I wanted him to so badly,
but I really did. Sometimes when he was sleeping, I'd sneak a kiss, but I was always afraid to wake him up. It was enough that I got to
play with his dick. I would just get back in the other bed and roll over.
On the last day of school, Alan fucked me for the last time. He never came back. Ricky's parents still went out a lot, leaving us to play.
The second weekend after school let out, they went on a "getaway" to the beach, leaving Ricky's older brother "Sean" in charge. He was almost fifteen,
and was one of the "cool kids" in the neighborhood. Ricky and I had our fun while Sean was watching TV (being as quiet as we could), then Ricky took
a shower and went to bed. I took a shower of my own and was on my way back to his bedroom when Sean called me into the living room.
"What were you two dong in there?" he asked me. I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "Playing." He grinned and told me he had peeked
in on us. "You like doing that with him?" he asked. I shrugged. The way he was looking at me made me feel good. "Yeah," I told him. "I like it."
He grinned again and switched off the lamp. We were sitting in the dark living room, with only the TV for light. I started trembling, getting that
queasy thing in my gut again. The only thing I could think was, Is this gonna happen? Is he gonna let me play with him? Is this gonna happen?
He finally asked, "Wanna play with mine?" Almost breathlessly, I answered, "Yeah."
He looked down the hall once and pulled off both his gym shorts and briefs at the same time. All I had on under the towel was my own underwear.
I sat and gazed at his dick for a minute. A teenager's dick. It had hair around the base and was already growing stiff. I pulled the towel off
and crawled closer, staring at it. When I got close, I looked up at him. He smiled and said, "Go ahead. It's okay." With a trembling hand, I
reached out and touched it, rubbing it up and down. Taking it in my hand, I started stroking it, which produced a moan from him. It grew even
bigger and harder. I realized that my mouth was watering. I didn't give him any warning, I just leaned down and put the head in my mouth and
started licking and sucking, stroking with my hand. I could get a little more than half of it in without my gag reflex kicking in, so I used my hand as
a stop point. He leaned back and moaned again, which made me start sucking harder. I licked the head, stroked its length, sucked the dribble
of pre-cum up, and kept going. He started rubbing my back and moving his hips in rhythm. Either I was really doing well, or he was really
turned on by it because it was only a minute or so before I felt his hand grip my side, his body tense up, and my mouth was filled with stream
after stream of thick, salty cum. There was so much I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to swallow it all, but I managed. When I lifted my
mouth away and slurped the last bit from my lips, he whispered, "Shit, man." I swallowed what was left in my mouth, savoring the flavor for a
second and went back down on it. He kept rubbing my back and was breathing heavy. After a while, he patted me on the butt and asked, "You done?"
I sat up, wiped the spit from my mouth and said, "Are we?" His hand rubbed lower, stopping at the waistband of my briefs. He looked at me with
what I now know was lust. "You wanna do more?" he asked. I answered with an enthusiastic nod. I was still stroking his hard pecker.
Looking over his shoulder again, he checked the hall then told me, "Okay."

One Step Up Anonymous 01/05/15 (Mon) 18:43:21 No.1095

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>>1094 cont.
pt. 2

"Let me go get something," I told him. Hopping to my feet I ran quickly to Ricky's room. When I came back with the nearly empty tube of slick lube,
his eyes went wide. "Damn, kid," he said. I went back to work on his hard-on, not wanting it to go away. Sean wasted no time, his hand sneaking
beneath the waistband of my drawers and fondling my butt cheeks. My own moans must have got him going, because he got harder in my mouth.
I reached back and pulled off my underwear. We had to separate for us to both get our drawers clear of our ankles. My eyes never left his hard
dick and as soon as he was done, I started sucking it again, him still standing up and me sitting on the sofa. He stopped me long enough to move
to the floor, where he laid down and let me have my fun. I heard the tube opened and soon felt his slicked-up fingers probing my butthole.
One finger. Two fingers. Three fingers. I was moaning and pushing back against his hand. My head was ringing. The thought kept repeating,
This is gonna happen. This is gonna happen! Finally, I could take no more. I sat up, took the tube from him, and started greasing up his rock-hard
dick. I must have surprised him with my wanton lust, because when I dropped the lube and turned my ass to him, he whispered, "God-damn, kid."
He got up on his knees and positioned himself behind me. "This is gonna hurt," he told me quietly. "It's okay," I answered.
He was right. It hurt. I had never had anything that big up my ass before. He was able to get the head and a few inches inside before he struck
the first bend in my colon. It hurt too bad to keep going in that position, so I made him get on his back. I had seen that in one of the porno
mags and it seemed like a good idea. Let gravity help. He laid back, I straddled him, started it in, then dropped my weight.
Holy SHIT, did it hurt. But there it was. He was balls-deep up my ass. Deeper than anything ever before and making me feel so full and hot.
Once I was used to it, I started moving up and down. Sean grabbed my hips and smiled up at me as I rode his cock. "Damn," he whispered again.
I rode him until my knees and legs started getting sore.
He eased out and rolled me over onto my back, lifting my legs up over my head. He got the brilliant idea to prop my ass up with one of the sofa
cushions, covering it with the towel I had used. The cool sensation on my back was as refreshing as the burning feeling in my colon. He leaned down,
looking me in the eye and smiling, and plunged almost mercilessly back in. I groaned loud. It felt incredible. His dick filled me like nothing
I had ever felt before. He was still smiling at me when he started pumping his hips. I was breathing hard, biting my lip, moaning with each thrust.
He fucked me for what seemd like forever. I had lost all concept of time, the feeling taking me to heights of frenzy I had never experienced with
Ricky or Alan or even Paul. Sean leaned forward onto his elbows, his face only inches from mine and his quickening breath right in my face. I
locked my arms around his neck, clinging to him while he fucked my tiny asshole harder and harder. His quickening breath told me he was close.
Then he did something I was not expecting. He KISSED me. Deep and with passion. I kissed back, accepting his tongue in my mouth while his dick
probed my ass over and over, harder and harder, even seeming to push deeper. He groaned and his entire body tensed up. Kissing me harder, he
exploded into my ass. I could feel the warm moisture as his cum filled me up. I clung to his neck, kissing him back and relishing in the feeling.
It felt so incredibly good that I came, too, blowing my load onto my belly as he emptied into my innards. When we were both done, we just lay there.
We stayed like that for a while, his cock getting softer in my ass, but he kept kissing me like a lover.
Finally, he lifted up and looked down at me. "God-damn, kid," he whispered. "That was awesome." I nodded and reached up for another kiss. He
looked up and checked that the house around us was still quiet. It was. He grinned down at me and told me, in no uncertain terms, "You're gonna
be spending the night a lot more this summer." I smiled up at him and answered, "I hope so."
I did spend the night a lot more. Both he and Ricky had their way with me (never at the same time, though). I even took to sleeping in
Sean's bed once in a while. I liked that because he had no problem kissing me. He would also spoon and cuddle me after he fucked me.
The summer was turning into the best one of my life. One night he asked me if I minded him bringing some friends of his over. "Sure," I told him.
With a devilish grin he asked, "Have you ever heard of a gang-bang?"
To be continued…

the Party Anonymous 01/06/15 (Tue) 05:11:34 No.1100

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>>1095 cont.

June became July. Ricky started growing distant. Oh, he'd let me suck him off and he'd still fuck me, but when we were done, he'd just sit with his
headphones on, listening to music. I convinced him to try it once with me on my back, but when I tried to kiss him, he pushed me away and got up. He
said it was getting "too gay".
Sean became my partner, telling his little brother that he'd beat him up if he made me stop coming over. We'd toss a ball around until his parents
left, then Ricky would go into his room and I'd go into Sean's. He had stolen another tube of lube from his parents when we needed one, telling
me that they'd never notice. (I later discovered that they were swingers, so there was always some around)
It was the weekend after July Fourth when he asked if I would mind him bringing friends over. He asked if I'd ever heard of a gang-bang and had to
explain the idea to me. My heart started beating like a drum. The idea of several older boys taking turns made me giddy. "Who are you bringing?" I
asked. He gave me one of his grins and said, "A couple buddies. They're cool, don't worry." I didn't. I trusted him completely.
We made plans for the "party" to take place that Saturday night. Because of a visit from my Aunt Jenny, I could only spend the night once that week.
But, she would be gone by Saturday so there was no problem. I never learned where his folks were going, and I didn't care. They would be gone all
night. Ricky wanted nothing to do with the party. He let me suck him off, then told me it was the last time. He wouldn't stop me from coming over,
but he was "done with me". It hurt my feelings, but Sean told me not to worry about it. I had him.
Just before sundown, his friends came over. There were four of them. Ricky went to his room and we didn't see him again all night. Sean introduced
me as his "Little Buddy", which made me blush and warmed me up inside. I knew two of the four. "Tony" had been chasing after my older sister, but
getting nowhere. "Adam" was Tony's best friend. They were rarely seen apart. The others I recognized, but had never met. They were introduced as "Jimmy"
and "Smokey". I knew that of the five, three had girlfriends, so our party would remain clandestine. Sean had already proven himself trustworthy.
Someone turned the stereo on. Everybody got a glass of Coke, then sat around the living room. They were all talking to me, asking me about myself.
Did I like girls? (Hell, yes, but boys were easier to get) Did I have a girlfriend? (No, but I was after one girl in my class) Did I really like
what I was doing, or was it just to make friends? (I HAD friends. I did it because I really liked it) I was the center of attention. They were all
looking at me with hunger in their eyes. GAWD, it felt good. I was getting anxious. I had been sitting next to Sean on the sofa. After giving him a
glance, I stood up in the middle of the room and peeled my shirt off. Smokey smiled and said, "Here we go."
I stripped down to my underwear, barely feeling self-conscious at all. I was too excited. Standing there, nearly naked, I looked at the five older
boys and asked, "Well? Ain't any of you gonna get naked, too?" With wide eyes, they put down their drinks and began peeling off their clothes.
They stopped at their drawers, too, sitting back down when they were finished. I smiled what I thought was a seductive smile and went over to Sean,
kneeling in front of him. He made me pull his briefs down, lifting his butt for me to get them off, then sat back and let me go to work. "Shit,"
Jimmy said. "You weren't kidding, man." He got up and took his underwear off, sitting down beside Sean and stroking himself hard. I watched him a while
and looked up at Sean. "Go ahead, man," he told me. Shifting myself in front of Jimmy, I gazed at his dick. It was not that much different from Sean's
but it was not Sean's. I took it in hand first, but didn't wait long. When the others realized that I really WAS going to be the center of their party,
they went ahead and took off their drawers, too. Sean leaned over and pulled mine down, revealing my smooth, peach-fuzzed ass to them all.
I went crazy with the sensation. My heart pounded, my breath came in hitches. One by one, I sucked them all off. Jimmy filled my mouth first, then
Sean. Adam barely lasted two minutes. Tony took the longest and came the hardest. His feet actually came off the ground as he shot my mouth full of
that thick, salty nectar. Smokey had the biggest dick. It was both longer than Sean's and thicker. I wondered if get enough in my mouth to really
suck him, but I did. When he gave me his wad, I couldn't get all of it down. Some of it ran down my chin.I wiped it off with a finger and ate
it anyway. While I was working the last few drops out of Smokey's dick, I heard Sean pop the lid of the tube of lube. Instantly, my ass started
wiggling.

the Party Anonymous 01/06/15 (Tue) 05:13:22 No.1101

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>>1100 cont.

pt. 2
Looking back now, I can't believe what a little boyslut I was, but at the time I didn't care one bit. I was lubed up and felt Sean ease up behind me.
Laying my head in Smokey's lap, I started getting fucked. Positions were switched. We moved all around the room. From the easy chair to the sofa to
the floor to the coffee table and back to the sofa. One after another, they stuck their peckers up my ass and gave me their best. They were nice
enough to clean themselves off before putting their cocks in my face, but I'm not sure I would have given a shit. The best moment came when I lay on the coffee table, my legs being held back, spread wide apart by two of my teenage friends, not with violent force, but to allow easier access to my butt,
Smokey's big dick buried in my ass, Tony's in one hand, Jimmy's in the other, and Sean's in my mouth. They came within instants of each other. My
butt was filled again. My mouth was filled again. My chest and face were painted with young, virile cum. I shivered and blew my own load. "There
you go," Adam said before taking Smokey's place and plunging inside me.
They took turns on me for several hours. Their loads of cum became smaller, but they were tireless. At last, I lay on my back, my butt propped up, and
took them one after another, getting to watch their faces as they fucked me, their chests and abdomens tighten as they loved me. All of them
kissed me while they drilled my asshole. I was in heaven. Who cared what people might think? Right then and there, I was surrounded by the "cool
kids". I was being hugged and kissed and fucked and touched. I was their "Little Buddy" and I loved it.
It was well after midnight when they finally finshed. My ass was on fire, but I didn't care at all. We cleaned up and they started getting dressed.
Each of them gave me a long, deep kiss as they headed for the door. Smokey even picked me up and gave my ass a squeeze while he kissed me goodbye.
When they had gone, Sean and I hopped in the shower together (which naturally led to another blowjob for him), then climbed into his bed. He let me
snuggle up to him, curled up against his chest with his arm around me. "Did you have fun?" he asked. I looked at him smiling. "Yeah. That was cool."
He hugged me tight, gave me another long kiss, and said, "That's my Little Buddy."
It was soon after that my parents told me that we would be moving off base before the end of August. My summer was going to come to an end sooner than expected, but I wasn't done with my adventures entirely.
There were more to come.
To be continued…

Anonymous 01/06/15 (Tue) 17:45:00 No.1105

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>>1101 cont.

Have to split this one up.

July was loads of fun (pun intended). Sean and I spent almost every Saturday night in each other's company. Smokey came by once or twice,
but had a girlfriend to attend to. I didn't see much of the others, though I did run into Jimmy once while I was out riding my bike. We
snuck off to the fort for a little while. He gave me a mouthful and went on his way. We planned on having another party, but it never did
work out, only those couple three-ways with Sean and Smokey (which were great).
I told Sean about my family moving off-base soon at the beginning of August. He told me it was probably for the best. What we had could
not go on for long without someone getting wise. The neighbor in the next duplex, he told me, had been giving him strange looks. He kindly broke things off, but gave me one last weekend. He was sweet and gentle about it all. He dried my tears and said that it was really for the best. Again, his parents went off (he finally told me) to a Swingers' Getaway. (Yes, he had to explain what swingers were) He was tender that final time. Gentle and loving.
We spent almost the entire day that Saturday on the living room floor. It wasn't the hot, lustful fucking we usually did either. He took his time,
every time. He made love to me. Only once did he get so fired up that he pounded my ass like an animal, and it was awesome. He even gave
me a blowjob that time, letting me cum in his mouth and swallowing it. I took the tube of lubricant when he was asleep. I didn't know why.
When I left that Sunday morning, we spent nearly half an hour kissing each other goodbye. He told me he'd never forget me and I said the
same (I haven't, I hope he hasn't). The last thing he said was, "See ya, Little Buddy." I went home and tried to go on like it had never
happened. I told my Mom that Ricky and I had had a fight and I wouldn't be going over there anymore, to which she said, "Well, you'll make new
friends." I wound up riding my bike all over, trying to fill the time. I didn't want to make new friends just then, knowing I was leaving so
soon, so I stayed by myself most of the time. I rode to the PX a lot (that's the Post Exchange for you civilians. It's like the base's department
store). That was where I stumbled onto another adventure.

I Find There's More Anonymous 01/06/15 (Tue) 17:46:50 No.1106

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>>1105 cont.

It was a normal day. I just rode over to see what new comics had come out and if anything was going on. As I walked around the place, I saw
a familiar face. I couldn't place him, but I had seen him before. A young Enlisted soldier, maybe twenty. I realized that he had shown up
in the same aisle as me a couple times, always browsing the shelves without any real interest. The "Little Buddy" awoke and I looked him over.
His uniform wasn't tight enough to show me much, but I could tell he was in good shape. I stared at him until he caught my eye and I smiled
as seductively as I could. I had no idea what I was doing. (As I said before, if you remember, this was the late 1970's [Yes, I'm that old]
And I was safely on a military base.) I decided to test my hopes and wandered into the Boys' Clothing department. Sure enough, within five minutes,
there he was, across the main aisle, looking at the civilian shoes.
Alright, I figured. Time to see. I walked right up to him and asked if he knew where the bathroom was. I knew perfectly well where the bathrooms
were, but I had to test things further. He offered to lead me there. "Okay." Back to the rear of the store, down the hall. "Here you are,"
he said. I went in and listened intently. YES, he was coming in, too. He made like he was simply washing his hands, but I got the distinct
impression (or sincere hope, or both) that he was going to be watching me in the mirror. There were five of those old floor-length urinals
to choose from. I picked the one in the center. I did something I hadn't done since I was little. Instead of simply lowering my shorts, I went
ahead and dropped trou, briefs and all around my ankles, exposing my peach-fuzzy ass to him. I didn't know what had come over me, but I was
trembling with anxiety. Was he looking? I tried to see in the reflection of the chrome, but couldn't tell. The water turned off. "Well, shit,"
he said. "Now, I gotta piss." I actually didn't, but I made like I was. No matter which urinal he picked, he wouldn't be more than two away
from me. To my great surprise, he chose the one directly to my right. I waited until he had pulled his dick out, then brazenly turned my
head and looked at it. It was the first time I had seen a grown-up's pecker. Even flacid, it looked huge to me. He struggled to get a stream
going. I turned away to pull my shorts up, bending not at the knees but at the waist. We were alone in there (for the moment) and I wanted
to SHOW him that little ass of mine. What was I doing? This wasn't a teenager. This was a grown-up. But, there I was exposing my 12-year-old ass
to this guy. I pulled my shorts up, straightened them and went to wash my hands, where I watched him in the mirror. He zipped up, flushed, and
turned around, catching my eye in the mirror. I grinned again and turned off the water. As I was drying my hands on the paper towels (and
he was washing his hands again) I looked him in the eye and thanked him for showing me the restroom. He smiled nervously and said, "No
problem." Why was he nervous? Was it for the same reason as me? I hoped it was.

I Find There's More Anonymous 01/06/15 (Tue) 17:48:29 No.1107

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>>1106 cont.
I went back out into the showroom, waiting until I was sure he was back as well and slowly made my way toward the front doors. I was waving
my behind more than usual. Deep inside, I was hoping that he was watching me as I walked. When I stepped outside into the hot sun, I dared a
glance over my shoulder. Holy shit. There he was, coming out the door himself. Oh, my God. What do I do? I made my way slowly toward the bike
racks in front of the store. I didn't walk around my bike to the side the lock was on, I bent over it to reach the combination tumblers,
once again showing him my butt. When I had freed my bike, I pushed it around to the blacktop. The thought struck me that if I had a flat, I
could ask for a ride, but I didn't and had no way to covertly do so. I saw him walking across the lot and climb into a car.
Oh, well, I thought. That was exciting, even if it went nowhere. I rode on home, seeing him pass by on his way out. When I got to the street
that Sean lived on, I decided to ride on by. I knew what we had was over, but I just wanted to see the house one more time. To see where we had had so much beastly, growling, animal fun. We had not been that quiet every time. Someimtes, we had been quite loud about it, especially Sean.
I saw a familiar car in the driveway next door. The houses there were duplexes, but this car was actually at building next to Sean's not just
the other side of the duplex. It was the car of the guy I had shown my ass to. Now, I knew why he looked familiar.
For the next two days, I rode up and down that street, trying to time it so that I was there when he came home. I remembered seeing his
young wife and a newborn baby once, so I knew he wouldn't be running around long before coming home. When his car came up the street (I
think it was on the third or fourth day) I made sure he saw me. I also timed it so that I was passing just as he was getting out of his car.
He waved and said hello. I said Hi back.
Okay, I told myself. Time to test this. I had never heard the term Pedo or Pederast. All I wanted was to see if he liked little boys. Quick
introductions. (Let's say "Danny") "You used to hang out here at [Sean's], didn't you?" (Using their last name) "Yeah, I used to. But not anymore."
He knew. I just KNEW he knew. Had he heard us? Did it make him horny? "I can't play with them anymore," I told him with a little sulk.
"I just ride my bike out by the ranges now." (That's where they do the rifle training. There's a winding, dirt road that snakes through the woods
beyond the main base) We started a short conversation. Doing something I would highly suggest kids today NEVER do, I gave him a general itinerary
of a normal day for me. "You go back there all the time?" he asked me. Once again trembling for no reason I could explain, I told him,
"Yeah. Especially on Saturdays. I spend all day back there. Alone." He nodded. Was he taking the bait? Did he understand that I was telling him
where he could find me? He looked up at Sean's house for a few moments. He had to know. He wouldn't meet my eye when he said, "I go hiking back there
sometimes myself. Maybe we'll run into each other." Without thinking (and with the adrenaline causing me to shake like a leaf), I said,
"I'll be back there tomorrow. Back by the old water tower." He nodded again, finally looking me in the eye. I gave him a smile that I
hoped told him that I wanted to see his car pull up while I was there. He was blushing. Oh my, God, he was blushing. I realized that he was
looking me up and down. GAWD, how I wanted to turn around and show him my butt again. Finally, giving his house a glance, he said, "Well,
then. We might run into each other tomorrow." I nodded with unbridled exuberance. "About noon?" He was getting really nervous, but he looked at
me one more time. I gently scratched a phony itch on my upper thigh, just at the bottom of my shorts, but I never took my gaze from his eyes.
He was watching me scratch. His eyes were wide, his cheeks red. When he rasied his stare to my face, I smiled again. He didn't say anything,
but his head went quickly up and down once.
OH, MY GOD. OH, MY FUCKING GOD. "Okay," I said, turning my bike around and riding off. I made sure to keep my butt up off the seat and give
him a good look at it. Holy shit, was it that easy? All the way home, I was trembling with excitement. The sheer audacity I had shown. That
whole night I wondered if he would actually show up or not. It was hard to get to sleep. I got a boner thinking about the possibility.
In the morning, I would start the ride out to the ranges (which I actually did from time to time). Come noon, I'd know if I had made my
point, and if I had made it to the right person.
To be continued…

A Grown-Up Anonymous 01/07/15 (Wed) 02:15:59 No.1109

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>>1107 cont

Saturday morning. Only two weekends left on base. I got up early, but later than I had hoped. I ate quick and got on my bike, pedalling like
a madman. Across base and to the wide, bumpy, dirt road that led back into the ranges. The Boy Scout troop I had briefly belonged to used those
deep, thick woods for their campouts sometimes, but I knew a few of them and this was not one of their weekends. The long, red flags (or the
Granny's Pants) were not raised, so there would be no firing going on. The entire area would most likely be deserted all day. I rode back to
the side road that led to the old water tower. Unused for countless years, it was hidden in the trees and rusted to the point of uselessness,
except as a landmark.
It was only eleven or so when I got there. I set my bike up against the fence that surrounded the old tower and went into the woods. Down at
the creek, I knelt down and pulled off my shirt, splashing water on my armpits. With nothing to dry myself with, I just kept my shirt off to
let the sun dry me. I piddled around a while, looking for old stuff in the mossy undergrowth. I can't remember what I found, but something had
my attention for a little while. I heard a car coming up the dirt track before it struck me that there was a car coming up the dirt track.
I stood just out of sight, my heart immediately starting to pound in my chest. The car passed the side road, kicking up a cloud of dust as it
went by. OH, MY GOD. It looked like his car. It had gone past and I couldn't see it, but I heard it stop and start backing up slowly. When it
came back into view, I almost fell over. It was him. I stepped out where he could see me. I had worn the shortest shorts that I had, a pair of
light green gym shorts that barely hung below my tightie-whities. (Remember, this was the late 70's. It was the height of fashion) Fetching my
shirt (and a certain tube), I let him get a good look. He leaned over and rolled the passenger window down. He didn't wave me over. In fact, he
barely lifted his gaze from the seat beside him. With all the boldness I could muster, and with my hands trembling uncontrollably, I started
toward his car. He wouldn't look up at me. I wanted him to look up at me. I wanted him to see me. Only when I reached the window did he raise
his eyes. We looked at each other for a second. "Hi," was all I could manage. He nodded. Leaning against the door (as much to keep me upright
as to present myself to him), I stood there shaking like a leaf. I realized that he was, too. He wore khaki hiking shorts, the kind
with extra pockets on the legs, and a black tank top. I had been right, he was pretty well-built. There was very little hair on his arms and
almost none poking out of the top of the low-cut shirt..

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>>1109 cont.
He went to speak a couple times, finally blurting out, "Hop in." He didn't have to tell me twice. I was in the passenger seat within seconds,
closing the door. I turned toward him, sitting sideways with one leg up on the bench seat. I watched his face. He would glance at my spread
thighs every few seconds. We were both nervous as hell, I could tell. At last, he asked, "Where to?" "I don't care," I breathed shakily.
He nodded, sat back, and put the car back in gear, driving further into the thick woods. His hands were shaking on the wheel. I wanted to
tell him to relax, but I was as nervous and trembly as he was. Was this really happening? As he drove, he asked, "So, you were one of Rick's
friends?" "Sean's really." He nodded. "Their folks are gone a lot." "Yeah, we liked it that way." My God, was this really happening? "What did you
guys do over there?" I told him, "We played with each other." I could not believe I had just said that. Did he get what I was telling him?
"What'd you play?" I shifted in my seat, turning even more toward him. "With each other," I repeated. HOLY SHIT was I being brazen. His eyes
went wide, but he didn't speak or look at me. GAWD, I wanted him to look at me. I knew those woods fairly well, having ridden through them a
number of times over the past few summers. I looked out the windshield and recognized how far we had already come. "There's a road up ahead,"
I told him. "We can park out of sight." He let out a shaky sigh. It was almost a laugh. "You do this a lot?" he asked in a whisper. "No," I
told him honestly. "Only with Sean." (Okay, that was a bit of a fib, but I got my point across) I pointed the road out and he slowed down.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT, MY GOD, MY GOD. WAS THIS REALLY HAPPENING??
He turned the car down the tree-lined side road. There was a small cul-de-sac about two or three hundred yards along, just beyond a sharp
turn. No one would be able to see us. It was where the Boy Scouts would occasionally park their trailer when they camped out in this part
of the woods. He turned around, facing the car back out toward the main dirt road and stopped. When he put the car in park, I seriously began to
think that my chest would explode. Finally, he turned to me. I arched my back, letting him see my young body, and smiled at him. "This is
good," I told him. I watched his face as his eyes drank me in. Down to my crotch and thighs, back up to my smiling face, and back down again.
Okay, I told myself. This guy must be as new at this as me. He knows what I want and I know what he wants. If he wasn't going to make a move,
I was going to have to.

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>>1110 cont.
Slowly (because I was still shaking with adrenaline), I crawled up onto the seat and reached out. For an instant, he almost cringed. His
hands came off the wheel and he sat back in the seat. But, I was reaching for the keys. First thing first. Once the motor was off, I put a
trembling hand on his leg and eased closer to him. I could feel him quivering as bad as me. He turned toward me, our faces less than two
feet apart. I had to lick my dry lips (which was probably a good move anyway) and asked him, "You wanna play?" He stammered breathlessly
a couple times. Fuck it, I figured. I slid my hand up his thigh, never taking my eyes off of his, and found the tube-like lump in his shorts.
"Oh, my God," he whispered. I grinned like a kid on Christmas. HOLY SHIT! THIS WAS HAPPENING! IT WAS HAPPENING! He stuttered, "Do-…
do you-…" With my breath coming in shuddering gasps, I leaned close to his face and whispered, "Can I?" His breathing was as choppy as
mine. He reached his hand out and started rubbing my thigh. FUCK YES!!! THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN!!!
I massaged his dick through his shorts, pressing a little more as I did so, and leaned my forehead against his jaw. It was scruffier than
Sean's. Scratchy from a less-than-close shave. His sweat smelled heavier, but it wasn't a turn-off. I felt him getting hard under my hand
and smiled. Timidly, he slipped his pinky finger under the leg of my shorts. I squeezed the lump of his pecker and sighed into his neck.
YES!!! My mind was going blank, like the first time I had sucked Paul off in the fort, or the first time I felt Sean's dick pushing into
my butthole. He dared another finger. I reached for the snap of his shorts. "Kid," he whispered. I leaned forward and looked him in the eye.
"Ssh," I whispered. I couldn't resist. I kissed him. He jerked back for a second, but didn't stop me. I opened my mouth and licked his lips.
He let me. I felt for the zipper of his shorts and tried to get it down. His hand came out of my shorts and snaked around behind me.
An instant later, he was pulling me into his lap and kissing me like Sean had, deep and passionate. I threw my arms around his neck and
answered his kisses. His tongue tasted different than Sean's. It made my head spin. His hands were running up and down my back, giving me
goose pimples. When he cupped my butt cheeks, I moaned and kissed harder, grinding my stiffened little dick against his side.
FUCK, FUCK, HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! YES!!!

A Grown-Up Anonymous 01/07/15 (Wed) 02:20:37 No.1112

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>>1111 cont.
After a few minutes of heavy petting, he told me to get in the back seat. OH, FUCK YEAH. It was awkward, but I got his zipper down and
tugged down the shorts. I could see the bulge in his underwear. I started pulling at his briefs, making him say, "God Awmighty." When his
prick sprung out, my eyes went wide. It was big, stiff, and beautiful. My first grown-up hard-on. Before his briefs had passed his knees,
I had his dick in my mouth. Thicker than even Smokey's, I got as much in as I could, licking and sucking and stroking the length. "Oh,
shit," he sighed. I struggled my shorts off, taking my own drawers off at the same time. He took longer than anyone I had sucked off before.
I went at it like a starving man at a buffet, slurping and sucking, eventually finding myself on the floorboard between his knees. He
tried to warn me off, but I grunted a Hmm-Mmm and kept at it. "Oh, shit," he grunted. He stiffened up. BLAM!! He filled my mouth with so
much cum that it poured out of my lips and down my chin. I pulled away, wiped the juice from my face and ate it. Another dribble snuck out
of the head of his dick and I sucked it out, stroking hard to clear the whole thing.
He started making excuses to go home. I sulked and asked if he wanted to do it again the next day. He looked at me like he could not
believe what he was hearing. He said, "We'll see."
I didn't get to use the lube I had absconded with, but I had made a new buddy. He asked if I wanted him to "help" me, but I said it wasn't
necessary. I got what I was after, for the most part. After we had dressed and got back in the front seat, I let him see the lube as I sat
in the passenger seat. "Jesus," he hissed. Grinning at him, I said, "For next time?"
His eyes were wide and disbelieving. I asked in a hissing whisper, "Tomorrow?" He took a long time to respond. "I wouldn't be able to get here
'til around four o' clock." I nodded and grinned. "That's cool. Four o' clock's cool."
To be Continued…

the Second Meeting Anonymous 01/09/15 (Fri) 00:29:03 No.1115

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Welcome back.
>>1112 cont.

I had done it. I had convinced a grown-up to let me play with him. (The concept "seduced him" didn't mean anything to me back then)
I had sucked an adult's dick and swllowed his load. It was awesome. It wouldn't have mattered to me at all that it was against the
law. All I knew was that I liked it. A lot. When he dropped me off at my bike, I almost begged him to really meet me again the next day.
When I was sure he was going to say No, I got up on the seat and stuck my ass out toward him, rubbing one cheek and saying, "You'll
like it." (GAWD, what a little cock-slut I had become. Sean had really got me hooked) After several swears and whispered half-prayers
Danny, my new adult buddy, looked at me and asked, "Will you be able to get here?" Nodding like he had asked if I wanted to go to Disney
World, I said, "Oh, yeah." He shook his head in disbelief. Yes, I thought. Please say Yes. He looked at me and nodded.
Four o' clock. We had a date. I had a date. Holy shit, I had a DATE. He drove off, I got on my bike and went home. Later that night,
I realized that I had left the lube in the little seat-bag of my bike, but I didn't worry about it too much. It would be there.
The morning seemed to drag. My sister made a fuss about having to start packing so early, but I found it a welcome distraction. I had
timed the ride out a little better. I had a deadline this time. At three o' clock sharp, I was on my way. I waited at the tower less than ten
minutes before I heard a car coming slowly up the main road. I dug out the tube and went out toward the road. I had worn the same
shorts, didn't bother with a shirt, and had brought a towel this time. I had plans.
Danny stopped when he saw me coming. He had worn swim trunks that day, but there were shorts folded in the back windsield. I hopped in and
sat down. I could not believe this was happening, but I was a little calmer than the day before. We got to our spot, parked, and shut
off the engine. He was a little less nervous, too. He turned to me and smiled. I got up on the bench seat, walking on my knees toward
him. He took me into his arms and pulled me onto his lap. Straddling him, I met his kisses with my own, my arms around his neck. I
felt him growing hard against me, as I sprung to full stiffness myself. Grinding my hips, I hungrily accepted his tongue. Holy shit,
I couldn't believe it. His hands massaged my back, my hips, my butt. He finally pulled away and looked at me, face-to-face. "This is
so wrong," he said. "Who cares?" I asked.

the Second Meeting Anonymous 01/09/15 (Fri) 00:30:42 No.1116

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>>1115 cont.

He slid the bench seat as far forward as it would go and we climbed into the back seat again. "Are you sure you-..?" "Yes," I told him.
"Yes, I want to." I pulled off my shorts and tightie-whities. While I was getting out of my sneakers, he slid out of his trunks. BOING.
He was already hard as a rock. His sandles were kicked off easily. There I was, in the back seat of a car, naked with a grown-up. Danny
reached over and started playing with my dick, which looked like a finger compared to his. It made me shiver. He leaned over and kissed
me again, strong and deep. I grabbed his member and started stroking up and down. Sliding my cheek down his chest and belly (and getting
a moan out of him), I took the head in my mouth and started sucking and licking like I had learned to do with Sean. "Oh, man," he groaned.
I took as much of it as I could, getting my spit all over it, then commenced to sucking him like the Little Slut I was. He tried to claim
that if I made him cum, he might not be able to "do what I wanted." Something inside me made me answer, "Sure, you will."
I didn't let off until he shot his thick sperm in my mouth, swllowing the treat before lifting my head. He shook his head and pushed me
gently onto my back. "My turn," he said. He started on me, even taking my entire length AND my balls in his mouth as he sucked me off.
My own load must have seemed weak and thin compared to his, but he seemed to enjoy it and swallowed. We lay there in the hot, sweaty back
seat for a few minutes. He had brought a bottle of Coke with him and we rinsed our mouths out before he started kissing me again. I got
up on his lap, straddling it like before, and humped my dick against his until I felt him get hard once again. "See?" I whispered.
He popped open the tube. GAWD, YES!! He made me lay down with my knees up by my face and began probing me. OH, FUCK YES! When he was able
to work three fingers in and out with ease, he coated his stiff cock with the slippery aid. Sliding down in the seat, with his knees
against the back of the front seat, he smiled at me. "Ready to try this?"

Anonymous 01/09/15 (Fri) 00:31:57 No.1117

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>>1116 cont.

I hopped up and threw one leg over him. (Was I ready? What a dumb question) I reached behind me and guided the tip of his dick right up
to my little pucker. It felt like I was trying to shove a grapefruit up my ass. I had to start it in, then ease out, then back in several
times before I got the shaft past that first bend. After that, to my immense shock and relief, it slid right in. I sat there with his
grown-up cock buried in my ass, eyes locked on his, and smiled. Slowly, wanting to feel it forever, I started riding him. My arms were
around his neck and his hands were caressing my bare skin. "Jesus Christ," he whispered. I shut him up with a kiss and humped harder.
He grabbed my ass cheeks and started humping back, keeping in rhythm with my bouncing.
I thought he was going to last forever, and I desperately wanted him to. We shifted awkwardly around, trying different positions. Me on my
belly with his weight on top of me. Wonderful. He on his back and me riding his rod. Magnificent. He sat back and I rode him with my back
to him (which I later learned was called the Reverse Cowgirl [boy in this case]). Unbelievable. He bent me over the back seat and knelt on
the floorboards, pounding me from behind. Exquisite. I laid back on the seat, with my legs in his strong hands, while he drove into
me from his spot on the floorboards. THAT WAS IT! He pounded and pummeled, drving that massive dick in and out of my young asshole like a
piston. Long, smooth strokes. Quick, slamming thrusts. Easy and rhythmic. Beastly and hard. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say he
fucked me for nearly an hour. My asshole was raw and burning, but I never wanted it to stop. During one of the hard, slamming moments, he
began to groan. I blew my load while he pumped me mercilessly, firing it clear up to my own face and along my chest. Then he climaxed. I
felt it blast into my intestines. Explosion after explosion, hot and wet. He grunted and pumped in spasms. I had never felt so much inside
me at once. It was wonderful.

the Second Meeting Anonymous 01/09/15 (Fri) 00:33:21 No.1118

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>>1117 cont.

When he finished, he fell against me. I wrapped my arms around him and started kissing him. It seemed to keep him stroking a little
longer. Once more, I was being hugged and kissed and loved and fucked. His dick felt like a battleship in my ass, but I didn't want him
to pull it out. Not yet. Silently, I begged him to keep fucking me. Just keep fucking my ass. And he did, until he became too soft to go
on. When he finally lifted himself from me, he looked ashamed and turned away. Grabbing his face, I pulled it back around and said,
"Don't." I kissed him one more time. "That was cool. I liked it. Okay?" He nodded, trying to smile, but I could see that he was feeling
guilty about what he had just done. He slipped his dick out, noticing a little dollop of shit on his pecker, and used the towel I had
brought to clean himself off. Using the other end of it, I wiped the dribbles of poop and cum from my burning, sore, and completely
satisfied asshole. Finding a clean spot, I wiped the cum from my chest and his. We dressed and got back in the front seat. He still hung his head.
Before he started the engine, I had to tell him again, "Stop that. I wanted that. I wanted you to. Okay? I wanted it." He nodded. I let
him know that the next weekend was my last on base, that I was moving away. When I asked if we could meet again the following Saturday,
(my last) he balked. I actually sat there and pleaded with him. I begged him to meet me one last time.
It broke my heart when he said he couldn't, he just couldn't. I was crying when he dropped me off at my bike. He sat staring at me. I
tried one last time. "Please?" His head dropped. Looking at me standing there, the 12-year-old boy he had just fucked the shit out of
(Literally), who was begging him to do it again, he asked, "Are you kidding?" "No. I'm probably never gonna get to do it again. Please?" "You
really want me to do that to you again?" "Yes!" I watched him closely as he mulled it over, shaking his head once and again.
"Not here," he said at last. My heart leapt. "Meet me at the PX. Noon Saturday. If I'm not there by one, I'm not coming." I agreed,
begging again that he be there.
He drove off and I rode home, my burning butthole reminding me with every push of the pedals that I had just been fucked by a grown-up.
I had been fucked in the ass by a grown-up. And there was at least a chance that he was going to do it again. I smiled all the way home,
hoping that he wouldn't let me down. Hoping that I was not disappointed.
To be continued…

Saying Goodbye Anonymous 01/09/15 (Fri) 07:41:55 No.1121

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>>1118

Saturday. I had a date Saturday. My grown-up buddy was going to meet me Saturday. I still felt it. His embrace, his kisses, his dick inside me.
I did not even allow myself to think that he wouldn't show. I spent the week packing my stuff up. Come the following Monday, we were leaving
the base for good. My parents had found an apartment some thirty miles away, in the suburbs. I wouldn't even be in the same school district.
Friday night, I was almost giddy. My mother thought it was excitement about the move. I let her think so. I didn't get to sleep easily.
I kept feeling it again and again, his pecker buried in my ass and pumping me like a piston. The sheer joy of watching his face as he came.
The morning arrived. I told Mom that I was going out for the day, to say goodbye to everybody, and not to expect me home until later. She told
me to have a good time. I grinned at that. Slinging my little rucksack over my shoulder, I set off.
The PX was packed, as usual. I parked my bike and locked it up, grabbed a Coke, and waited. Noon came and went. I began to worry. I was close
to tears. Then I heard a light tap on a car horn. Danny! He was parked at the far side of the lot, facing out. I wondered how long he had sat
there watching me. At a trot, I ran over to his car and hopped in quickly. He wasted no time, we were in motion in an instant. I wanted to climb
into his arms, to feel him kiss me, to have him hold me. But, this was not the place for it.

Saying Goodbye Anonymous 01/09/15 (Fri) 07:44:26 No.1122

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>>1121 cont.

I thought we were going back to our secret spot, but he was driving toward the main gate. "Where are we going?" I asked. He smiled tenderly and
told me, "A motel." I grinned. When we got there, I recognized the place. I had been by it a hundred times with my folks. It was an out of the
way place along a two-lane highway. It was not a single building with units sharing walls. There were separate little bungalows spread out
along the edge of some woods. I had never seen more than two or three cars in the lot. That day there were two; the manager's and Danny's. We
got out and he led me to the unit farthest from the office, opening the door and leading me into a quaint, little room. He drew the shades
and turned on the TV. I dropped my sack on the chair of the tiny table and turned to him, smiling ear-to-ear. He shook his head, but smiled
back. When I ran to him, he bent down and scooped me up into a hug. I planted a kiss on him that he returned with passion and vigor.
Setting me on the bed, he pulled my tee shirt over my head. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said. I fetched the lube and we stripped.
Laying naked on the bed, we cuddled and kissed and stroked each other for some time. He was young, but was still a grown-up. And he was my
love buddy. He didn't give me a chance to start on him. He took my dick in his hand and started kneading it to full, stiff erection. Kissing
his way down my chest (which tickled like crazy, but felt too good to make him stop) he sucked me, gently and happily. I ran my hand along his
back, enjoying the wonderful sensations. His finger found my asshole, but he only tickled it, he didn't probe me yet. When I blew off, he drank
every drop, licked me clean, and kissed his way back up. Rinsing his mouth out, again with Coke, he kissed me. I accepted his tongue with a
ravenous hunger. Then it was my turn. I took my time, sucking and stroking his dick slowly, tenderly, lovingly. When he asked me suck his balls,
I sucked his balls. Anything he wanted. At last, he gave me the mouthful of warm spunk that I wanted so badly. Gulping it down with shameless
greed, I stroked his cock until I got every drop.

Saying Goodbye Anonymous 01/09/15 (Fri) 07:46:13 No.1123

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>>1122

We lay together for a while, watching the nonsensical programming on the TV. I curled up to his side, like I had with Sean, basking in his
embrace. My eye kept sneaking back to his dick and after some time, I couldn't keep away from it any longer. Starting with it still soft, I
sucked it to full rigidity. He pulled me up and rolled me onto my stomach. Beginning at the back of my neck, he kissed his way down my back.
When he reached my butt, he kissed each cheek a couple times. Then I felt something new. He had spread my ass and was licking my hole. I
wanted to tell him to stop, that it was dirty, but it felt so amazing that I just lay there and let him. His tongue probed inside my ass,
deeper and deeper. I heard him pop the lube open, his face still buried between my cheeks. Then I felt the first finger. The second. The
third. When he lifted himself up, I lifted my butt in anticipation. He slipped one of the pillows under my hips. I felt his weight on top of
me, and the wonderful, familiar sensation of the head of his dick on my asshole. It went in a little easier this time. I moaned. He moaned. He
pushed. I arched my back and tried to relax the walls of my colon to accept his meat. Soon, he was slowly sliding in and out of me, making me
moan again and again. He laid on top of me and bucked his hips deliciously. My ass felt so full. I felt so gloriously lewd, taking every inch.
MAN, he took his time. Every time I thought he was getting close, he would stop. Then he would start over, gently, tenderly fucking my young
ass. Like before, we switched positions quite a few times. I got up on all fours and he drilled me from behind. I lay with my legs dangling
off the bed, Danny behind me on the floor. I laid him on his back and rode like he was a bucking bronco. He sat up, with me on his lap, my
face pressed to his neck. Then, my favorite. The pillow under my butt, me on my back with legs thrown up to my chin, and he on top, fucking
me face to face (actually, face to sternum, but who really cares about such details). His cock got deeper than it had before. Deeper than
anyone had before. His tempo increased, his hips rising higher with each powerful, magnificent thrust. GAWD, he was really fucking my brains
out this time. My ass was on fire. My head was abuzz. I was in heaven. The bedsprings squeaked. I grunted with pleasure. Danny groaned with
lust. Harder. Harder. Deeper. Deeper. Faster. Harder. I thought I was actually going to scream out, "FUCK ME!!" He drove his beautiful dick
into my ass with furious gusto. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and ran my hands along his chest. I had an explosive orgasm. He fucked me with fierce intensity. Pounding. Pumping. Driving. Drilling. Harder and harder. So deep. So full. So wonderful.

Saying Goodbye Anonymous 01/09/15 (Fri) 07:46:58 No.1124

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>>1123

With one final, deep thrust, he absolutely erupted into me. Clenching his entire body, he drove his cock in and held me in a tight clutch
as spasm after spasm sent his seed up my ass. I kept my legs locked behind his, keeping that wonderful tube of meat inside me. Once the
convulsions subsided, he went back to slowly and gingerly pistoning his prick in and out of my widened butthole. He stayed hard longer than
he had last time, for which I was enormously thankful. He was able to keep fucking me for another five or ten minutes of blissful pleasure.
But, as with all wonderful things, it ended. He slipped out during a backstroke. I whimpered sadly.
We didn't leave the bed for a long time. I didn't want to admit that it was over. Eventually though, we had to. We showered together, Danny
letting me wash his balls and heavenly dick, but stopped me from sucking him off again. "We need to get going," he told me.
And then it was over. He drove me back to the PX. I rode home, still feeling his cock like before, pressing my delighted asshole down on the
seat. My first grown-up lover and I would never see him again.
It was a different world off-base. There was less security, more fights, fewer true friends. I became a bit of a loner.
When my Dad tried to convince me to join the Boy Scouts again, I told him I wasn't interested.
Until I met one of the Scout leaders, "Jerry".
To be continued…

Anonymous 01/16/15 (Fri) 00:10:47 No.1807

Post some more op!

Anonymous 01/17/15 (Sat) 20:21:59 No.1965

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>TFW you never had any experiences when younger and put yourself in the shotas or adults position in shotacon

Anonymous 01/19/15 (Mon) 20:39:06 No.2064

I'll post mine, because why not. They're in pastebin so I don't clutter up the thread with gigantic blocks of text.

I wrote the first one a decade ago, so the memories were fresher, but my writing style sucked. It sounds a little embellished because I wrote it for a friend specifically trying to make it erotic. Nonetheless, it's all completely true.

The second one I wrote just a few months ago. You can see that my writing ability has improved. While I don't remember as much detail, the feelings are as strong as ever.

http://pastebin.com/MXMAZt1Y
http://pastebin.com/k7wdrHsP

Anonymous 01/25/15 (Sun) 21:44:21 No.2328

Holy shit OP, how I envy you. Got any more?

Anonymous 01/26/15 (Mon) 07:53:19 No.2329

>>1124
Holy Shit man. This is the hottest thing I have ever read. Are you going to continue?

Anonymous 01/27/15 (Tue) 03:21:58 No.2336

Where can one find stories like these outside of image boards? I love them and I rarely get to read them.

>>2064
The second one is great.

Anonymous 01/27/15 (Tue) 23:03:18 No.2472

>>2329
Am putting together the whole tale for another site. This one is too unreliable. Up one day and down the next. Will post link when it happens.

>>1965
It's funny. I don't remember you living my life and me taking over when I was forty. You should get out your Mama's basement and live a little yourself.

See y'all.

Anonymous 01/27/15 (Tue) 23:36:42 No.2473

>>2472
>Am putting together the whole tale for another site.
l-link pls?

Anonymous 01/27/15 (Tue) 23:38:46 No.2474

>>2472
Looking forward for that link

Anonymous 02/01/15 (Sun) 00:07:42 No.2570

>>2474
Man, four days already. OP is such a tease.

Anonymous 02/02/15 (Mon) 09:36:30 No.2575

Not really a shota story, but maybe it will tickle someone's fancy. My boyfriend and I both love shota, so sometimes he treats me like his little brother, especially when we are intimate. We do this a lot, and he once posted a thread on halfchan /b/ asking, "What should I do to my sleeping little brother?" and proceeded to do everything that the thread asked to my cute little body and posted pictures in the thread. The thread only got closed when he posted a picture of my cute little boy peen. Feels good man.

Anonymous 02/03/15 (Tue) 01:33:17 No.2605

>>2575
No archive/links? :(

Anonymous 02/20/15 (Fri) 10:19:52 No.2843

Bump, we're still waiting :'(

Anonymous 02/20/15 (Fri) 23:59:32 No.2845

>>1124
can we atleast see what you look like anon?

Anonymous 02/21/15 (Sat) 00:09:26 No.2846

>>2575
adopt a buy :^)

Anonymous 02/23/15 (Mon) 06:21:11 No.2848

>>2336
Nifty dot org has an "adult youth" section for (usually fictional) stories of men with underage boys. There's another section for just (usually fictional) stories of just underage boys. The site's formatting is weird, though, and sometimes it's hard to follow the story.

Anonymous 05/11/15 (Mon) 09:37:42 No.5129

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>>1124

this was pretty intense.

Anonymous 05/17/15 (Sun) 23:23:52 No.5178

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http://www.asstr.org/nifty/gay/highschool/dream-boy-series/

Whole story. More details and more thought out.

Anonymous 05/23/15 (Sat) 01:22:47 No.5257

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i always get so jealous of people who've done it

>inb4 it's not all that

>tfw already 18 and no sexual experience, probably will never get any due to homopedosexuality

pics related

curse ye normalsexualfags

Anonymous 05/28/15 (Thu) 16:32:11 No.5331

>>5257

I'm almost in the same boat, but luckily I find guys both at my age, and younger attractive.

Anonymous 06/06/15 (Sat) 07:44:33 No.5392

Okay, I guess I should hop in this thread.

When I was nine years old, my family lived with my aunt and her children for a few months. The entire summer, really. My aunt had two sons, one we'll call Zack(fake name), who was the oldest at 15, and the other we'll call Andrew(fake name) who was the youngest at 11.

Because of limited space, Andrew and I had to sleep in the same room. There was a bunkbed left over from when the boys slept together, and the bunkbed had been repurposed for my stay.

One night, while all of the adults were at some party or another and Zack was out with his friends, Andrew and I were left alone. It wasn't an uncommon thing to happen, back then,

We were playing GTA 3 on the PS2, in his older brother's room, taking turns, when he suddenly and randomly asked me if I knew what sex was. I was nine, and my knowledge on the subject was rather limited. So I told him as much.

He told me he would show me, and told me to get naked. So I did. We were cousins. We had taken baths together. It was no big deal.

He got naked too. He had a boner, but I didn't understand the implications of that. He told me to lay down, and I did. Then he penetrated me.

He used no lube, and there was no prep, but he was small. We were just kids, after all. It didn't hurt that much, but it was uncomfortable and slightly painful.

I told him to stop, but he wouldn't. I struggled a bit, but he didn't care. So I just lay there and let it happen. It wasn't that bad, after all.

Besides, Andrew was bigger than me and stronger than me and he bullied me constantly when we were kids, so I knew not to fight it.

Anonymous 06/06/15 (Sat) 07:54:18 No.5393

He did it for a while. Humped me. And then he came in me, and stopped. I didn't realize he came in me or what cum was, but stuff was dripping out of my butt so he must have done it.

And then, from then on, he made it a habit of crawling into my bunk almost every night and doing it.

I didn't tell anyone. Like I said, he was bigger than me and he scared me. Plus, I was kind of ashamed, even though I didn't fully understand why I was ashamed.

So he was fucking me every day, for a couple weeks, until one day I myself got a boner. I was nine. I had very little control over what wend down down there. But I got a boner.

He noticed it, and upon noticing it, he told me to do to him what he had been doing to me. He laid down on his back and put his legs up, presenting himself. And I crawled on top of him and fucked my older cousin.

It felt amazing. It was the first time I had ever felt good in that way. It was indescribably good. I loved it.

From then on, I couldn't wait until Andrew would come into my bunk at night. I relished every second of it. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to fuck him. It was amazing.

Later on, we even progressed to more stuff. He showed me how to suck it, and I sucked him often. He never did it for me though, probably out of pride or something.

My cousin and I fucked every day while I lived with him, and any chance we got after I moved. We stopped when I was 11 and he was 13, because I had to move states.

Anonymous 07/09/15 (Thu) 22:36:11 No.5580

just a bump

Anonymous 07/11/15 (Sat) 14:56:23 No.5596

>>5591

Boy did you miss out.

Anonymous 08/10/15 (Mon) 06:59:45 No.5737

Dear Anonymous … your posts are wonderful; both here and at the sites you linked. I have written many of my own at "The Experience Project." You write beautifully, almost as well as I do LOL!! No, seriously, your detail and observations, along with your self-deprecating sense of humor, make for very fulfilling and satisfying recollections of your "adventures" exploring your sweet sexuality. Thank you for sharing.

PS: I ma a huge shota/ loli fan as well ;-)

Anonymous 08/10/15 (Mon) 07:01:38 No.5738

"sttos"

Anonymous 08/19/15 (Wed) 21:07:29 No.5753

So I went on a camping trip (I'm 15) and they have public showers there so while I was in the shower there was two kids in the wheel chair shower and I could see their reflection through the water I had left from my shower and they were playing with each other! I wanted to go over there and join but I'm pretty sure there mom was outside of the shower so I just stayed in my shower and fapped to it. Came pretty quick tbh considering the fap that I hadn't fapped in 4 days since being on the camping trip since I had no internet/service on my phone up there.

Anonymous 09/09/15 (Wed) 01:45:23 No.5939

>>2064

That's really sad. Yes, your attempt to rape him was a really bad thing to do. On the good side, you didn't rape him.

There are reason to why young sex is so strongly discouraged. While some of the reasons are bullshit (like religion), some of them make a lot of sense.

One of those reasons is that kids are immature and impulsive as fuck, which is why they might recklessly do things like rape another, without understanding the extreme damage such an action can cause.

If you had raped him, and gotten caught for it, in Sweden, you'd have CPS all over your case. You wouldn't have been demonized but you'd certainly have gotten counselling (as would he).

You were a kid doing a stupid kid thing with potentially very damaging effects. It didn't happen though, he managed to snap you out of it, thankfully.

Don't spend your life hating yourself for an error that happened long ago that you regret. You're a better person now and wouldn't do that again. That's all one can ask of you.

As for your loneliness; you can't have a 12 year old boy obviously, but you can find another adult who's twelve (or even ten) year old on the inside and have a rewarding relationship with them.

Anonymous 09/13/15 (Sun) 13:48:12 No.5952

During childhood my brother, his friend, and I would suck each other, stroke, and try anal a bit. Eventually it stopped. Nothing dramatic to me about it. I think it's why I like shota. It's nostalgic

Anonymous 09/13/15 (Sun) 17:23:30 No.5953

>>2064

welp right in the fucking feels.

never had an experience like these, missed out. all my friends were straight as a pencil and thought anything like this would be super fucking gay and for faggots.

pretty sad story bro, seems like kids are being brainwashed by their parents/siblings to thinking any type of interaction is wrong and homo, pretty shitty.

Anonymous 09/14/15 (Mon) 05:39:05 No.5955

>>5939

>As for your loneliness; you can't have a 12 year old boy obviously, but you can find another adult who's twelve (or even ten) year old on the inside and have a rewarding relationship with them.

not him but lol you're retarded

>a grown person who's 12 on the inside

that sounds like a pain in the ass to deal with, like literally down's syndrome

go fuck yourself normie

Anonymous 09/15/15 (Tue) 06:10:27 No.5961

Going to bed in a few but I'll post my experiences tomorrow. Just found out this board existed. I have had experiences with numerous boys in my lifetime but only a few worth mentioning

Anonymous 09/16/15 (Wed) 00:13:25 No.5963

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>>5961

Anonymous 09/16/15 (Wed) 07:13:19 No.5964

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>>5939

>you can't have a 12 year old boy obviously, but you can find another adult who's twelve (or even ten) year old on the inside and have a rewarding relationship with them.

wew lad what the fuck are you smoking

Anonymous 10/03/15 (Sat) 09:14:46 No.6078

>>6077

Go for it

Anonymous 10/03/15 (Sat) 10:53:36 No.6080

>>6079

Yes please, we all would love to hear the full version

Anonymous 10/03/15 (Sat) 13:58:10 No.6083

>>6081

I enjoyed it every bit of it so far, I would love to continue reading more of it, there are so few stories of this kind but I know they happen.

Anonymous 10/04/15 (Sun) 01:41:29 No.6088

>>6085

No time constraints here, just type out what you can when you can

Anonymous 10/05/15 (Mon) 20:16:23 No.6157

>>6085

How's your relationship with him now? Are you getting fond of each other? How has his behavior turn since the past weeks?

Sorry for the nosy questioning, I've just got pretty curious now.

Anonymous 10/06/15 (Tue) 20:02:46 No.6164

>>6163

How serious are you two, like romantically?

You and guys share many hobbies?

His tush still smooth and hairless?

You think you might keep this relationship until he's legal? Perhaps become a couple once he is?

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 00:23:12 No.6168

>>6165

For how many more years will you continue being his teacher?

Do you think you might keep in contact with him even after you're no longer his teacher?

Does he get affectionate during the time you two are being lewd? Like cuddling/kissing/saying stuff towards you

What subjects do you teach him in class btw

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 16:08:41 No.6172

>>6165

You haven't told us how is the you have.

Could you describe some of the stuff you have done. Sounds like you have a wonderful arrangement going on. I am jealous of you

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 21:48:16 No.6174

>>6173

I hope to god you're posting with a proxy.

Otherwise you're kinda fucked.

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 23:18:46 No.6175

>>6174

The stories and information posted here are autistic works of fiction and falsehood. Only a fool would take anything posted here as ayy lmao.

>Implying it is true

>Implying this kind of shit happens

Everything in this thread is falsehoods

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 23:38:22 No.6176

>>6175

>implying this kind of shit doesn't happen

I've had my 8 year old neighbour sleep in my bed with me for a few weekends with full consent of his guardian, he was eager to go to my house and wait for me every night after i came back from uni to cuddle in bed. (No lewd stuff though, mind you)

This kind of shit can happen, if it did to me I don't take much thought to figure out it can happen to others too, you're obviously not going to get any real proof because of the troubles you'll get after. Yes it isn't smart to believe everything you hear in the internet, but that doesn't mean everything is false either, I think it's safe to say we're free to decide by ourselves.