This story took place when I was in my first year of highschool, when I was 12.

Jason and I were in the same class, and we were the same age. That's about all we had in common. I was a bit short for my age, he was of average height. He was blond, my hair is dark brown. Jason was one of the popular kids, while I was just a shy kid with glasses. He always got a lot of attention from girls, I was barely noticable.

Jason was never really nice to me. Whenever I tried to get on his good side, he would embarras me in public. I guess he must have been frustrated by his secret gay feelings. Even though he was a dick to me, I kept trying to get his attention, just because he was popular. Looking back, that sounds silly, but you know how kids are, right? Anyway, my kindness didn't pay off in the way I hoped, but it turned out to be rewarded in a much, much better way.

Jason and I took the same route back home. We rode on our bikes, but never together. I desperatly wanted to ride together, but on every occasion he would go faster, stay longer or leave early. There was a large forest we had to cross, it creeped me out sometimes. One day, Jason had skipped the last hour of class, I figured he was long gone. I was about halfway through the forest, when I noticed him standing in the middle of the path with his bike laying on the side. He told me to stop, so I did. I asked him why, but he didn't answer. He walked away, into the forest, and told me to follow him. Without hesitation, I dropped my bike next to his and went after him. He started to run, so I followed. We were running deeper and deeper into the forest, but I was slowly losing him. All the trees were blocking my view, until I couldn't see him anymore. I stopped by a very large tree. My breathing was heavy and I was sweating. I was wondering why he wanted me to follow him in the first place, and I started to feel uncomfortable all alone in the forest. That's when he appeared from behind the tree.

First, he smiled at me, wich made me feel better. He walked up to me until stood very close. I smiled back, and asked him what's up. He told me to face the tree, and to drop my pants. I was surprised, so I wanted to ask him why, but the moment my lips were about to move, he slapped me hard and immediatly raised his hand to warn me that he would do it again. So I obeyed, I turned to face the tree and took off my pants.

I heard Jason unzip his own pants, and he got closer to me. He told me not to make a sound, allthough nobody would have heard us anyway. I tried to turn my head around to look at him, but he grabed my hair and turned my head back against the tree. He rubbed his cock in the crack of my tiny, hairless 12-year old butt, but we were both still wearing boxers. I felt his cock growing with every second, and he started to moan. I understood what was going on, that he just wanted to fuck me, and for some reason I was actually fine with it. When he was raging hard, he suddenly dropped my boxers to my ankles, and told me to spread my asscheeks. He continued to rub his warm cock in my crack, I could feel it pulsing. He then opened a tube and started spraying my hole and his hard cock with lube (he came prepared!). It felt weird, so wet and a bit cold. He then said: "You're not telling this to anyone, punk".

Right after that, I felt him pushing his cock into my asshole. It didn't fit well at all, so he was making small movements back and forth. He wasn't forcing anything, and I was still holding my lubed up butcheeks open, I guess that's why it didn't hurt much. It just felt strange, in a good way. We both let out some small moans, and he kept gently pushing until he was fully inside of me. His cock was slipping back and forth in my boyhole while he was holding my tighs. He gradually fucked me rougher, both of us started to beathe louder and moaned harder and harder. I was enjoying every moment of it, I even got a boner myself. He might have thought he was raping me, but I loved it. He grabbed me by the hair again and started wispering in my ear: "You like that, don't you? You dirty little boy". He was pushing harder, faster and deeper. "Take my cock, take it deeper".

After a while he just repeated "Oh yeah, I'm comming, I'm comming!" until I felt his warm cum fill up the inside of my asshole. It felt amazing. He pulled out and came over my ass. His cum was dripping out of me, we were both breating heavily. Then, without saying anything, he pulled up his pants and ran away, back to our bikes, leaving me half naked against a tree in the middle of the forest, covered in cum. After a minute or so, I turned around and sat against the tree, still heavily breathing and horny as hell. I jerked myself off before returning to my own bike.

The next day in school, Jason didn't say a word to me, as usual. It was as if nothing ever happened. But we both knew it did happen, and it would happen again on many more occasions. We even had a treesome with his cousin, but that's a different story. Hope you enjoyed.

>>27852
i hope there is a part where he threats you nice... for the rest great

what this guy said >>27854

>>27852
okay, now you gotta tells us about the threesome!

>>27852
but first tell us about the second time with him
in detail

>>27852
and do tell us when you realized you could fap while being fucked in the ass and not afterwards

well i did type this out for 4chans /b/, but it seems theyre being even more faggy then usual so i thought id share it with you guys

when i was a kid i didnt hit puberty til really late, didnt even have pubes til i was about 14, maybe 15, let alone start growing down there, consequentially i never even attempted anything with the opposite sex. during this time i had a friend who spent most weekends at my place, wed play ps2 games, watch porn and play runescape. we knew each other well and didnt really have any inhibitions around each other, and so we wound up eventually fapping to porn side by side, sometimes on motherless, sometimes on here. eventually we wound up so horny the idea of giving each other a blowjob came up.

so we wound up giving each other blowjobs, taking it in turn while the other watches porn/browses /b/ or sometimes /d/ (ive always been a massive pervert). this eventually progrssed to us 69ing and i soon realised that although i wasnt gay, i did like dicks, and sucking them. thiis continued for months, where it became more and more one sided, though i didnt mind much if truth be told.

after this we considered giving anal a go, and im sure it will come as no surprise that i was the bottom. long story short it fucking hurt and fealt weird, so we soon stopped that and went back to regular blowjobs, thjough he did ask to try again on occasion, on the premise he would do something for me for a change, that never happened.

we eventually did this less and less for no particular reason, and i moved out of my mothers after a while, putting an end to the sleep overs, and as a consequentially the fun.

Thank you for all of your responses. I never really thought I'd get any comments about it, only that I just wanted to get this out, but I guess it's nice to connect to some people who know about it as well. Here's another time, and I am truly sorry these are so long. If I post again, i'll try to make it shorter...

To be honest, I’m not too certain how much more of this I’ll be able to tell, or recall, but I’ll try for another. This event occurred not too long after the last, I think a week, or two. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and all seemed normal. I had gotten home from school, usually depressed as I had slowly begun to become a bit of a loner. I could always connect with others, but I never truly fit in anywhere, nor with anyone. The friends I may have had all phased out, it’s really actually quite depressing, but I was young and when your parents split, it’s hard to adjust. In the long run, I know it was for the better of myself and my father, as well as the rest of the family, but still at that age there was still a lot of inner turmoil I simply couldn’t comprehend. I was ten, how could I?

My father was usually home around four, which means I would be alone in the apartment for a couple of hours. Just enough time to work on homework, if I chose to that night. Homework was never really the issue, just the desire to not waste time, that, and I always enjoyed when he would help me with it. He would set a small coffee table up by the couch, or sometimes by my bed and we’d sit together and work through it. Math was always the harder of the bunch, but looking back, I can’t see why. However, we all wish we knew what we do now then, things would be different, of course. I think the outcome of my life would have been different had I known a few things then that I do now, but that’s neither here, nor there.

For this day, I had really only any need to read a few chapters of a book for school. There was a lot of interest in reading and my father even let me read some of the books he enjoyed, both as a child and adult, but the adult ones I found harder to get into. None of them were sexual in nature, as I’d like to always stress that my father wasn’t a pervert. The things we did, I think they were done merely out of some sort of connection, need to connect, or just some mutual expression love. I was learning, and to learn from the man I looked up to was at the time almost awe inspiring. He knew things, and did things I simply couldn’t fathom until grew older and thus much more world wise. Still, there was never any sense of perversion in the few times anything did happen, just a father and his son.

When he got home, I guess I didn’t really notice it had been later than usual. The book I was reading, well, let’s say I got through it pretty quickly. The door shut loudly and I remember being jolted by that, he had never been loud. He called to me and set me at the table to talk to me. Mom wanted back in, not so much in the family, but my life. I was her son, but that was saying about as much as someone that collects porcelain dolls saying that they were one of their children, only I’m pretty sure she’d love dolls more than she did me. She wanted to spend weekends. Every weekend. He was against it, and so was I. There was something inside me that wanted to try, because at that age I couldn’t learn that all some people wanted to do was to damage others.

In any case, we had talked about it and decided not to, but knew she would persist. It was something that worried him and after that brief talk, he did what he could to whip up a quick dinner for me then seemed to disappear into his room. It wasn’t a normal evening for us, I was worried too. Around seven, when I should have been readying for bed, I knocked on the door, which just opened as I touched it. I found him in the shower, or well, I could hear the shower going and figured he was in there.

I was in a large shirt, which covered me to my knees, beneath just white little undies all boys my age should have worn. I went across the room to the bathroom door, which was left slight ajar. I’m guessing in his state of dealing with the ex trying to come back into his son’s life after having cast him aside so eagerly that certain details just kind of escaped him. One of them being me entering the bathroom, I wanted to know what was up, because he was supposed to bring me to bed and he would some times read to me, or just tuck me in, I enjoyed it and maybe, I thought, doing that would take his mind off of mom.

The door was fogged, like a shroud of mist had fallen upon it. I’m not sure how he knew, maybe he I made a noise, or probably from opening the door, but he knew I was there. Watching, not for any sexual pleasure, but just there. He said I could join him, that I would need a shower anyway so we may as well share one. It wasn’t like what I had was anything he hadn’t seen before, after all I was part of him. That and when you’ve had your father’s hard cock inside your mouth, even just the few inches I managed to get in, modesty and that little shyness about nudity sort of has no place being an excuse. So I slid out of that large shirt, leaving just my small boyish frame in my little white undies that soon were removed as well. The door opened and I slipped into the moist, warm fog of the shower with my father. I think that’s the first time it ever happened, and not the last, but it was more special the first time. Something new to share with him.

I gazed up at him, though he was turned. His ass to me and his balls between his cheeks, I remember that image being burned into my young mind. Since then I’ve always had a thing for spread thighs with that soft pouch of flesh snug between. I guess this is where that came from, sort of like how my phobia of orcas came from watching Free Willy. Terrifying movie, but that’s beside the point. Water dripped down his flesh, hot and yet still smooth. He was so young then, not to me at that age, but looking back his age really wasn’t what I’d today consider old, especially considering I’ll be reaching that age in time and i’d like to be half as youthful as he was then.

He asked me if my homework was finished, and I just mumbled yes, something about reading. I guess he expected me to shower with him, and head out when finished, using the run off from the shower head. It was detachable, so when his head dipped out of its radius of warm, moist delight he looked back at his young son, wetted and taking the shower head he handed to me. I soaked my hair, closing my eyes as tight as I could because I hated getting water in my eyes, even when swimming. I probably giggled a bit too, I always found it kind of ticklish using the detachable shower head in some places on my body. I don’t know, maybe. I remember there were no smiles that day from him, or even myself. Just heavy thoughts and detachment from the future. Even at my age I remember playing scenarios in my head of what might happen, or what could happen, both good and bad. I guess he did too, but I just figured adults always knew that answer, you know? Like they could tell the future, or something. That was just youthful ignorance talking though. Shame.

He turned, and my eyes immediately moved from the walls and his face to his cock. It was kind of where my eyes were leveled at anyway so it wasn’t difficult to suddenly lock onto cock. It was semi-hard, or soft, I was never certain really, just that it looked like he was peeing with all the water just running down that smooth curvature of tender, brittle flesh. I was distracted by his hand, reaching out to give me the soap, a little lemon bar of soap we used. This was his though, even though I had my own. I liked the lemon scent better than mine, that and mine was so small. I liked the bigger one, seemed more adult.

“Wash up,” he said. I asked if he had, and if maybe I could help him. It elicited the first real flicker of a grin I saw on him that night, but he said yeah.

>>27934 continued...

Eager, and playful I started with his stomach. soaping it up and he’d even help by spreading his hand across his body a little, and using some of it to soap up my chest and shoulders. He was probably nearly finished with his shower when I had come in so this was just a way to get me done so we could get out. He knew I couldn’t reach to much and thus would leave it to him. There was one thing I could reach, and that was his hefty package, and that I did reach. My smaller hands found his heavy sack and cupped it, gently moistening it with the soap and then letting the water run the lemon scent across his flesh as it cleaned him off. I don’t think he expected this and it seemed like he was even going to move my hand up, not to his penis, but just away from that area, but he let me continue. What was the harm, anyway? His tongue had been buried inside of my little asshole once, so I’m sure cleaning his crotch wouldn’t kill anyone.

Perhaps what he was worried about was the fact his dick began to harden. I remember it growing so quickly, like a wilting flower in reverse blossoming into the manly, adult appendage I had tasted and played with before. Somehow glistening in the warm shower water with all of that wetness running down the curves to his balls was beautiful. An odd feeling I felt, I guess, but I just thought it was a beautiful sight. I liked it, his penis.

My hands continues to gently caress his balls as if cleaning them even though the soap was now gone. I probably dazed off and just kept going, but I remember eventually I ended up close enough as the head of his cock was level with my face that I gave the head of it a kiss.

What he asked sank in, because not until then did I really grasp what I was going through. What I’d become. “You really like that, don’t you?” He asked me as if he was seeking for a specific answer. His eyes sort of went through me, but I could just see eyes. I couldn’t grasp the depth then, not like I do now, but now it’s all just memories. Now, I realize he was starting to understand why these things were happening with me. I was gay and in some strange way he was beginning to accept that, not that he was, but I don’t think he grasped that, not until this moment. That’s why it’s so clear to me, that’s when I knew. At the time however, I was just thinking that i did enjoy it and thus parted my little, wet lips and started to suck on the head of my father’s penis. I know he enjoyed that, and I know it would make him happy, at least I thought so. He had been so down that day, and this would be a way to please him, his ten year old son sucking his hard, wet dick.

My hands held his penis out so I could just focus on the head and suck on it. I never could get much of it in my mouth, but what I could, I enjoyed rolling my tongue around underneath and then sliding out and licking that slit. I knew pee came out of there, but so did something else. Something I had begun to associate with pleasure, or at least happiness. I no now it’s more of a pleasure thing than happiness, but I was young.

I remember he stopped me and I felt hurt. Not physically, just hurt that he had pulled me off of his penis. Hurt, I now recall was such a foolish word for that feeling. I remember not much really being said, but asked me to turn around and I guess he lowered himself as that warm massaging feeling overcame my little thighs and butt, his tongue then finding my hole again. This gave me that feeling of happiness, and pleasure that I wanted to give him by sucking him off. It didn’t last long though, I don’t really know how long though, but I think it wasn’t long, maybe a few minutes. I remember ending up leaning over the door with my hands against the glass and his tongue inside me, but then it wasn’t. Instead, his fingers found that little pink opening of mine, opening mine up. It was a feeling I didn’t quite understand, because his fingers, at least two, I think, were bigger than his tongue and less like a soft spear and more like a prodding sausage. He didn’t have fat fingers, but it just felt like something bigger against my little tender puckering flesh.

I know now what he was preparing it for, and soon I felt something softer and wetter slapping my little butt and hole. It was his penis. My father had managed to slip in one finger, which hurt really badly so it took forever for me to adjust to it, and I still don’t think that ever happened. It was like something trying to tear me open, which is partially true, but still, it really hurt at first. Eventually, as his voice soothed me, his words faded with time and I can no longer remember, but I remember becoming numb to it. Just letting myself calm down and begin to adjust, to try and find the joy in it. Probably took forever though, which is saying a lot of about his patience.

If I thought his fingers were a lot to handle, when I looked back, unknowing what it was slapping against my butt, and rubbing it up and down, I saw his penis and it didn’t quite connect with me. I didn’t realize what he was planning, if it was even planned. He asked me if it was all right, to say no when ever I felt it was too much, but I just kept nodding. So his penis then slid into me. Slowly, as if it were a warm, moist snail, only without the mollusk part. Just the speed, or lack thereof. I remember not liking it much, wincing and gasping even. Probably said a few things i shouldn’t have, but I didn’t say no. I was curious. I had never felt this before, nor even thought of it and now here I was with his hard cock sliding into my little asshole, no longer a virgin as of then.

He slid it in about an inch, and left it at that. His cock sticking out, pulsating I bet, cause I could feel it stretching my inner walls even though he hadn’t even begun thrusting. That pulsing pain and yet subliminal pleasure that let you know someone was inside you and you needed them in there, to not only feel that sexual pleasure, or physical connection, but their heart beat too. It was all veins pumping from that vital, yet delicate muscle and it now pumped within me and i could feel it. What made me now inside of me, and that’s when he began to thrust, slow at first, but I remember in time it quickened, but never too fast, nor too deep. He was also so gentle when he was inside me, I remember. I guess I could liken it to that phrase, “making love.”

>>27935 final part, I promise...



I cried out for him, his name, which was ‘Daddy’ at the time, I didn’t know his real name, or if I did I never said it much. Most thoughts were gone anyway, that whole thing was just a blur even though I remember his dick inside me so clearly, just not what I was thinking, probably because I wasn’t thinking. He just kept thrusting in and out, even digging another inch, or two inside me until I’d cry out a little harder. His hands found my hips and helped pull me into his lap and away as my hands pressed against the glass door, trying to find something to hold on to beside wet, clear surfaces. I was at his mercy, which fortunately he had some.

I guess he needed that. It probably, looking back, was about ten minutes worth of thrusting and burrowing inside of me when I heard his grunts and moans louder and more muffled and he was saying something. That he was about to do something, but I didn’t really know what it was. I didn’t want him to stop, but I guess if he had to do something then, but then he did it. I could feel the pulsing, that burrowing meat and flesh throbbing within my little channel and even more warmth. He was cumming, spilling his seed into his little boy. He rested there for a while, with me in his lap, the water still over us, or maybe that was just the heat pounding in my chest. Exhaustion and water and the smell of sex, and just everything. I don’t know, but it was a moment I know we shared in unison.

After, he helped clean me up and even took me into bed with him. I remember complaining about still feeling that throbbing ache in by butt until he assured me it was okay, and that he wouldn’t do it again unless I was okay with it. I never replied, only slept. SInce that night, I pretty much slept in his room every night. I’d start in my room and then somehow wake up in the middle of the night and crawl in bed with him. It was nice, and felt safe, like no matter what would happen, everything would still be okay.

miru, that was great. Thank you for continuing your story. Did your mom get weekend? Did you and your father continue your adventures? If so, till what age?

I found a link here a while back to a pretty long story called The Scoutmaster. I was only able to read a few paragraphs at the time, but it seemed interesting. I then lost the link and have yet to be able to find it.

Would anyone happen to have it?

For Anonymous:
asstr.org/~pza/stories/Scout65/The_Scoutmaster_A.html

>>28009
Thanks ^^

Alright, after reading most of these I have decided to share my story.

I used to visit my dad in the summers who lived in Florida. I had this friend who I would hang out with all the time named Brad. Brad and I would do all sorts of things, go to the beach, play video games, have sleepovers etc.
When I was about 16 and he 15, we got drunk and high one night at a sleepover we were having. I brought over the beer and weed and we played video games while having a great time and drinking for most of the night. Once we were pretty drunk, we went outside for a walk and smoked out of a pipe. It was awesome because we were both pretty young and being drunk/high was still so new.

When we got back to the house we sat on the couch and started talking about random stuff, then it lead to girls. We started talking about all of the things we had done with them at that point of our lives. After a while I said to him that I would get intimate with a guy if the opportunity presented itself to me and it felt right.

At that point I knew that I was going to try and see where this conversation would lead so I asked him if he would ever do anything with a guy. "what?!? No way man!" Brad said. I kept asking him "why? are you scared or something?" mind you we were both pretty messed up. I could tell that even though he kept acting disgusted, he was definitely curious and getting a little turned on.

Eventually I posed the question of jerking eachother off. After another 5 minutes of persuading, he agreed. I said that we were just helping eachother out and it wasn't gay or anything. I pulled out my 5 inch cock that was freshly boy-scaped so it was silky smooth and he started to touch it.

After he squeezed and fondled my dick for a bit he began to jerk me off. In the mean time I wormed my way into his pants and did the same under his gym shorts.

This is when I began to notice that he was getting really turned on. I got his pants off and we went at it for a minute longer until I stopped and asked "do you want to suck it?" he had a puzzled expression on his face and stared at me. I then told him I would return the favor.

As I lay on the couch he got on top of me and licked the bottom of my shaft to the tip just once. it felt AMAZING. this was the first time anyones mouth/tongue had touched me.

"Did that feel good?" brad asked. I looked at him and told him to please keep doing it, and he did. He put my boy cock in his mouth and started to suck me off, god it was good. I could tell he was really starting to enjoy it.

After a while he needed to stop so then it was my turn. I got down on my knees and had this smooth delicious boy cock right in my face and shoved the whole thing in my mouth, sucked and tasted, and took it out. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was incredible so I then started sucking him off like I saw other people do in pornos.

This continued for about 3 more minutes and then I could taste his precum in my mouth...I Wanted more!

I made it my mission to have him bust in my mouth and did everything in my power to do so.

Unfortunately...he could cum. he was too drunk and I think started to realize what was actually happening.


We stopped, played video games, and went to bed.

To this day, I know he would do something like this again and it would probably lead to sex, but unlocking that sex drive would take some more persuasion.

I say this because a week later I was sleeping and he was touching my dick trying to jerk me off without any persuasion. I was actually asleep so when I woke up i was like "what are you doing?!?"....biggest mistake ever. Oh well I hope you enjoyed my story.

>>28017
hot

>>27934
>>27935
>>27936
Miru, we don't care how long they are, we just enjoy them intensely! keep going with mOAR! >.<

Ok so I think its my turn to post...when I was younger I stayed with my mom,stepdad and stepbrother let's call him chris.We were 10 and 11 when we had our first time.One morning we were both on the pc then he told me about what some guy said that there were woman on the internet having sex,so as we were curious preteens we went online and watched this porno.Soon we were both hard and we came up with the idea that we had imaginary girlfriends and would have sex with them(sounds stupid but yhe) so we were pretending to fuck then when he made the first move.He looked at me and told me his "girlfriend" wasn't doing it right and he wanted me to help.I walked ove to his and we had a long kiss when I started rubbing my little boy cock against his,he started to move his hips,he was shorter then me so his dick was rubbing my balls.Soon enough he asked me if I wanted to suck him,I was hesitant but soon I was on my knees taking his prick inside my mouth.After 5min he said we should try putting his cock inside me.I bent over the bed and he got some kind of lube.He started fingering me and it felt amazing,after 5min he started pushing into me.We battled for a good 20min to get him inside me but in the end he was all the way in.He started to speed up pounding my little ass,we changed positions where I was sitting on him and he was fucking my brains out.After 10min he said he was feeling weird and we stoped got dressed and went on asif nothing had happened...will post more if you guys like this there are plenty more

>>28072
Nice, did you 2 went as far as cumming inside eachother, what else did you do?

Wow, so many great stories. Im sad to say im out of stories for now. Ive been going over old pictures and such in hopes of it jogging memories but nothing yet. I will still be checking in and post comments. Also miru the relationship you had with your dad sounds amazing. Is there anymore?

when i was like 10 or 11, me and a friend just got done swimming in his pool, we went to change in his room when we got out. He said "ok i'll change in the closet" After taking off my little boy swimsuit, ass naked, I looked over at the closet and the door was slightly ajar. I'd seen his thick cock come bouncing out of his shorts.
I then went over into the closet, still naked, and started rubbing my hard boy cock on his. unbelievably soft and smooth. neither of us were old enough to ejaculate at the time so we'd just enjoy rubbing each others young bodies, and eventually, sucking each other off. Ever since then, I've loved the cocksicle, but have always been attracted to girls. We had a secretive gay boy relationship until about 15 or 16 when we got girlfriends, and never spoke of it again, I feel like it's too awkward to bring up now that we're in our 20s. I've never shared this with anyone before. <3

It would be great to read some of your escapades, please.

I had multiple sexual encounters at the age of 8 while I was in day-care at the local YMCA. I'll try to be as descriptive as I can for you guys, but it'll take me a while between stories so bear with me.


My first time was on a Tuesday, also known to all the kids there as a Swim Day, in February. I was a short, thin and pale child at the time with curly, bright blonde hair and big blue eyes. I had been friends with a kid named (let's just call him) David for a couple months and we were almost inseparable. We'd play all sorts of pretend games based on the video games we were playing back then (essentially Zelda-based scenarios and the like) and would always try to get on the same team in sports. He had always been telling me fondly about his brother throughout the time that I knew him, but up until this day I had never met him, as he had never come to the day-care. However, for whatever reason, David's brother (let's just call him) Blake, age 14, came in along with David on their bus route. He was almost twice my height (I was a rather small child), with short, black hair and light-brown skin. He was also rather thin, being very into sports, and had developed a bit of muscle tone.

I could tell the minute that David introduced me to him that he liked me in some way. He was so eager to shake my hand and talk to me, much unlike how he was with most of the other kids his brother had introduced him to previously. He smiled widely as we talked about what kinds of sports we liked and all sorts of other small-talk, and every so often I noticed his eyes do quick sweeps over my body. Before David and I left to play, a member of the day-care staff shouted to announce that we were all going to the pool for our swim-day. Mad with excitement, we all quickly grabbed our backpacks and towels and lined up. Blake quickly ran behind me in line and stood close enough behind me so that I could almost hear his breathing. Suddenly, a blush rushed across my face as I felt one of his hands grab my right butt cheek. I was so shocked that I spun around to say something, but just at that moment the staff-member told us to start walking to the pool area, so I chose to ignore it and walk.

After we got to the changing rooms, I felt the strong urge to pee, so I ran into one of the toilet stalls adjacent to the changing-room proper. Seeing as though I had brought my backpack in with me, I decided to simply strip bare and change inside the stall. After taking care of business and disrobing, I was startled by Blake quietly calling my name from the handicapped stall next to mine. I hesitantly answered back in a whisper, the ass-grab still fresh in my mind, and asked him what he wanted. He said, "Want to see something really cool?" to which I replied "Yeah, sure" while looking around to see if anybody was listening to us. Everyone else had pretty much gone into the pool, so we were alone for the moment. I put on my swim trunks and stepped outside my stall, carrying my backpack and towel with me. I was surprised when he opened the stall door to the handicapped stall and whispered "Come in here". Hesitantly, I slipped in and was instantly frozen by what I saw.

There was Blake, sitting on the toilet completely naked with a throbbing erection. I was utterly speechless. I had never seen something like that before and for a brief second that felt like a minute, I was in some way entranced by the sight. Quickly, he stood up and stepped close to me, motioning me to stay quiet by placing a finger over my lips. The feeling in my face was like fire; my cheeks were so flushed that they must have looked like tomatoes. He got on his knees and, with no protest or resistance from me, slipped off my swim trunks and wrapped his lips around my stiff boyhood, causing me to gasp. He giggled a little bit as he asked "Feels good, huh?" in a hushed tone. I automatically nodded my head, though, consciously, I was rather confused by it all. He grinned, obviously pleased, and whispered "Here, put your legs on my shoulders. I'll make this feel really good". I did so, my legs shuddering the whole time. After I had gotten situated, he leaned forward a bit so that my back was against the wall and started sucking and licking furiously. My thighs instinctively wrapped tightly around Blake's head as his tongue and lips massaged my boyhood, making my mind reel. With one hand he muffled my moaning and gasping while he kept us propped against the wall with the other.

The sensation was driving me mad; it felt so wet and squishy to have his mouth wrapped around my penis like that. His tongue slid all around it, lapping at every inch of me while he suckled on it gently with his soft, wet lips. Every so often he'd take it out and kiss or lick the tip. After a while, something began to build up inside of me. It was such a strange sensation which I could only liken to being about to take a hugely satisfying piss at the time, but it felt amazing. Lost in passion, I wrapped my arms around the arm Blake was using to muffle my moans and instinctively began to thrust my pelvis, making the blowjob feel even better. Suddenly, everything was released and my limbs went limp as I came in Blake's moist, comfortable mouth, at which he chuckled. After he swallowed the tiny bit of cum that had I released, he gently laid me down. I watched him curiously as he knelt beside me, stroking his much larger dick slowly.

He noticed me staring at his length and gave me a devilish grin as he asked "Want to return the favor, little buddy?" I nervously nodded, feeling the heat return to my face. He stood up and sat back down on the toilet, spreading his legs a little. I shuffled on my knees towards him, still a little numb from my own orgasm. "Do you remember what I was doing to yours?" he asked. I nodded. "Okay, just start by licking it." I stuck my tongue out and licked from base to head a couple times, causing Blake to cock his head back and softly moan. He took hold of my head and slowly guided his penis into my mouth. The smell and taste were so different from anything I had experienced before. I let my tongue play along his length while he moved my head back and forth at a gentle pace, whispering "Your mouth feels so good." Feeling a bit more confident, I started to move on my own, sucking his penis as hard as I could, letting the head rub against the insides of my blushing cheeks. Out of nowhere, he told me "Take it out, open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I did so immediately and looked into his eyes, waiting for further instruction. For a moment, he furiously jerked himself off, the tip against my tongue. All of a sudden, I tasted something salty as he shot his load all over my tongue. Some of the hot, sticky fluid even managed to make it onto my right cheek. Remembering what he did when I came, I swallowed, gagging a little. "That tastes bad..." I whispered, which made him laugh. He licked the rest off of my face and we got into our swim trunks and headed to the pool. We told no one.

This was the first of many times we had sex. Let me know if you want me to post more.

>>28214

>This was the first of many times we had sex. Let me know if you want me to post more.

Do you really need to ask?

OF COURSE POST MORE YOU ASSHAT, THIS IS HOT SHIT.

You actually came at 8yo, awesome, a little unbelievable, but possible. Oh, the wait for more.

>>28214
dear god MORE!! That was amazing. Wow. I wish I could have been in your shoes that day.

>>28214 here. Now for my second tale.

Blake and I had been growing closer over the next few weeks. David and I hung out with him a lot, feeling like part of the cool crowd as we were associated with one of the oldest kids in the whole day-care at our age. David was so delighted that his brother and I had taken to each other, though I doubted he knew what Blake and I had done a couple weeks previous. Every so often, when Blake and I were alone in a corner of the big room in which most of the kids and staff usually stayed, I'd ask him if we could try to slip away for another session of sucking each other off. I was desperate to feel that sensation again, and soon.

He was usually very quick to say "Not yet! We can't do it too often or the staff will find out." and his logic often defeated any attempts I made to talk him into it. A couple weeks had passed on this particular Thursday, however, and when I whispered my desire to slip away with him he nodded and winked. Needless to say, I was very excited at the thought of it, but my anticipation heightened even further as he whispered back, "This time, we'll try something new". I couldn't even imagine what that something might have been, but I had to know. The feeling last time was too good not to at least investigate.

As David came back to our corner from the snack line on the opposite side of the big room, Blake motioned him to come closer so that we could talk in a hush-hush fashion. To my amazement, he quickly laid out what we had done in the pool bathroom/changing room area and I was shocked to see David grin from ear to ear. Blake pointed out that he and David had been doing this kind of thing for a little while, which made my face a little flush to even think of. David asked, excitedly, "Does that mean we're all gonna do it, big bro?" in as hushed a tone as he could manage, to which Blake nodded, causing both David and I to get giddy. We plotted as carefully as we could, arranging it for the next swim day, and spent any time in between either distracting ourselves with board games and sports or winking at each other and fantasizing.

Finally, the long-awaited Tuesday day had come. We shot like rockets into the line to go to the pool, clutching our backpacks and towels eagerly with huge grins on mine and David's faces. We each went to a separate bathroom stall in planned shifts, trying desperately not to let anyone know what we were planning to do. We had figured out that the staff were too lazy to come in and look for us, or too occupied with the other kids, so we were confident. The whole thing felt like a devious scheme and it made David and I feel like we were in some big game, outwitting the enemy like spies. After the last pitter-patter of feet left the changing rooms, we all crept into the large handicapped stall and disrobed, taking time to look at each other hungrily. David's naked body was in a much similar shape to mine, though to my hidden pride his boyhood appeared to be a bit smaller.

"Did you bring it like I said?" Blake asked David. David dove into his backpack and produced a bottle of lube which he immediately handed it to his older brother, who briefly explained to me what it was for. Blake then told us both to get on our hands and knees, and we swiftly obeyed. "Alright," Blake whispered, "we'll start off with just one. Remember, stay quiet and try not to moan" which made me even more curious as to what we were doing. Out of nowhere, I gasped as I felt a lube-covered finger begin to rub along my little hole, making it feel really wet and slippery. David reached his hand out and put it on mine, calmly whispering "Don't worry, it'll feels really, REALLY good." which reassured me to a degree as the lubed-up finger began to slide in. I quickly leaned on my elbows and used my hands to cover my mouth as I automatically emitted a small groan. It was drastically different from last time, but because it slid in so easily, I hardly felt any pain at all.

Slowly, Blake began moving his finger in and out of my butthole, rotating it slightly as I did so. David and I were grasping each other's hands as his older brother finger-fucked both our tender holes, our faces positively crimson from the rush of blood. "Feels good, huh?" Blake asked, and chuckled as David and I each frantically nodded our heads. "Okay, now for two." he said, quickly pushing his forefingers and middle fingers into us. The stretching of my hole caused me to wince a little, but the lube made the entry so much easier. Soon, David and I were back to panting with pleasure like excited dogs, inching closer to each other as Blake's fingers plunged into our depths. It felt magnificent being probed by his smooth, slippery digits. I even reckoned that it felt better than the blowjob, simply because the pleasure was in such a different place from that time, but was no less intense. David, mad with passion, pulled my face to his with the hand he was initially grabbing my own hand with and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. Our tongues entwined, we kissed for what felt like forever as his older brother relentlessly pulled his fingers in and out of us. Finally, we could no longer take it as each of us collapsed in an orgasm. His was dry while mine was an almost unnoticeable dribble of cum. David and I slid onto our stomachs, wrapping our arms around each other and panting like we had run a mile as we stared into each other's eyes lovingly.

Blake was hungry for his turn, though, and told us to get up. We struggled a little, still shaken from the orgasms, but eventually managed to sit up. He told us to kiss like we had been doing earlier, and as we did so he slid his teenaged cock between our locked lips. We automatically began to slide our tongues all over his member as he pulled his shaft back and forth between our faces, making him sigh with pleasure. Finally, he pulled it away and jacked himself off until he spurted cum over both of our cheeks. Having been satisfied himself, Blake took us both in his arms and hugged us tightly, saying "You guys are amazing." and then helping us clean up. After we had joined the rest of the kids and done our time swimming, after retreating to the corner of the big room to wait for our parents to come, David said to his brother, "Why don't we just have him come over to our house for a sleepover instead of doing it in there? The floor was kind of cold." to which Blake agreed, wondering aloud why he hadn't thought of it before. When my mother finally came for me, I begged and pleaded with her until she agreed to it as well, completely unaware of our lustful intents.


Until next time, lads. Hope my recounting of all this isn't too shabby (I tend to be my toughest critic when it comes to writing in general).

Ooooohh! need I say more.

Anon please name your self so we can follow your incredible story. Thanks in advanced, and your story is great.

>>28226 and >>28214 here, I've decided to post under the name Skyler at the request in the thread to name myself (making me easier to follow). I'm going wih something a bit unisex for my posting name because of how effeminate I looked at the time. Now for the slumber party story.

After a few days, the weekend had finally arrived. I was so excited about the coming get-together at Blake and David's house on Saturday that I couldn't sleep. I lied awake in bed, fantasizing about all the stuff I'd do with my best friends in the world. During the morning I killed time playing video games, all the while having the evening on my mind. As the afternoon came around, I grabbed my sleeping bag, CD player, pillow and change of clothes and rushed into the car. I listened to the CD player the whole way there to make the ride feel like it went by faster, and sooner or later my mother was driving away from Blake and David's house, me waving and following the two brothers inside.

As soon as David closed the door behind us, he immediately pulled me into a kiss, wrapping both his hands around my butt cheeks. Blake took off his pants and his underwear and then proceeded to slip ours off while we hugged and kissed, relieved at last to be alone and away from prying adult eyes (the brothers' parents were going to something tonight and would be very late to come home). Blake had finished slipping off mine and David's clothes as he asked, enticingly, "Don't you guys want to get nice and clean before we do something new?" at which both David and I were puzzled. Seeing our confusion, he continued "We can fool around with each other in the shower while we wash up and get ready for the good stuff." This explanation was good enough for us, and we were shortly cuddling and groping each other hungrily while Blake rubbed body wash all over us.

We stayed in the shower for almost 45 minutes, fondling, squeezing and licking each other the whole while. The heat from the excitement of being with David and Blake mixed with the steamy heat of the shower had my face completely flushed and the blood coursing throughout my body rapidly. My heart was pounding, my mind overcome by lust. Abruptly, however, Blake turned off the shower and we all slipped out and dried off, teasing each other as we toweled off. After sufficiently drying our hair, we all ran into David's and Blake's room and all of us took a seat in a different part of the large space to talk about what to try tonight. "Alright you two," Blake said, addressing us with a small smile on his face, "remember how good it felt when I put my fingers in there?" to which we giggled and nodded to each other, clearly remembering the event. "Well," Blake continued, "I can make that feel even better. For both me and whoever wants to try what I have in mind." David and I both immediately shot our hands up to volunteer and, seeing our eagerness, Blake walked over to a chest of drawers next to his bed, retrieving the bottle of lube.

"Okay, Skyler, get on my bed and show me your hole." Blake ordered. As I excitedly got into position on his bed, leaning on a pillow with my elbows and spreading my cheeks as wide as possible, Blake continued, "David, take some of this and start getting Skyler's butthole ready for this while I get ready." David eagerly grabbed the lube, squeezed a small glob of it onto his hand and began to rub my anus and occasionally slipped a finger in, making me try to relax my muscles as I was slightly stretched. I looked through my spread legs and was treated to the sight of Blake rubbing lube all over his dick, slathering the stuff onto every inch of it. Finishing quickly, he stepped over to me and told David to go to the other side of the bed. He did so, flopping down next to my head and laying on his side to bring his face level to mine and started to kiss me, as he was so fond of doing.

As David and I locked lips once again, rubbing our tongues together and almost to the point of drooling, I felt something slimy start to rub itself between my cheeks, sliding back and forth across my crack and occasionally pausing to tease my boy-hole by prodding it's tip against it's entrance. This made me tense up, but David did his best to keep me distracted with his affections. "Okay, Skyler, I'm starting. This'll feel a little rough for just a moment, so get ready." Blake warned, stopping what he was doing for a moment. David held my hands and continued swapping saliva with me sloppily as we gazed into each other's eyes. Suddenly, I felt myself being stretched as Blake's teenaged penis begin sliding into me, making me moan and groan a little loudly. Again, the lube was helping, but the stretching did hurt for a split second. After the brief period of discomfort, Blake stood still for a moment, his cock buried in my hole. I started to get impatient with him after he was still for a tiny bit too long and began moving back and forth a small bit, holding David's hands and using them to gently push and pull me as I rode Blake's shaft, sliding it in and out of me.

This was so much better than the fingers. Blake's dick was such a perfect fit as it penetrated my ass, the lube giving it a faint squelching sound as my tight anus took every inch. Blake grabbed my hips and finally began to take control, moving quickly but not going too hard. I breathed a sigh of relief as I was finally able to relax my legs and arms, letting David's big brother do the work and savoring the overwhelming sensation. "Skyler, I can't stand it anymore, help me out would you?" David said, obviously referring to his stiffened boyhood as he stuck it directly in my face. As Blake made a push into me, I moved forward and wrapped my lips around David's little dick and began to suck him off as best I could, rubbing my tongue all over his head. It was absolute ecstasy, being basically spitroasted by these brothers I had come to love. "Oh god, Skyler, you're so tight... I can't take it much longer..." Blake moaned, pushing just a bit deeper and moving a tiny bit faster.

Out of nowhere, Blake stopped moving and made me turn over onto my back, grabbing my legs and hold them up in a slightly tilted "V" shape and licked from my right calf down to it's heel, continuing to fuck me. Finally, Blake could no longer take it. He pushed the last of his dick into me and I felt something shoot out from it into the depths of my hole. This was the last straw for me as well, as I was practically yelling out his name, and I felt the release of an orgasm rocket across my entire body. Blake and I grunted as he pulled his dripping cock out and flopped next to me on his bed. We tended to David's erection by both licking and sucking it until he finally orgasmed.

We were all almost totally drained from it, panting like crazy and coated in sweat. Blake got us all under the covers with him and took David and I into his arms, holding our quivering bodies against his chest. He was such a marvelous sight; his modest bit of muscle structure made him look really strong to me, and I felt so secure wrapped up with him. After we rested for a while, I went to the bathroom to take care of the lube and cum that was starting to leak out of me. As David and I played video games while Blake ordered the pizza, I wondered what else we would do, as we still had the rest of the night...


And there's that. 'Til next time, friends. Hope you enjoy it.

Wow skyler amazing as always you better become a regular here. Im just said i dont have any more stories to share. but if you want you could go back and read mine just look for my name. Aswell you should read alot of the other stories we have. But either way with stories like that you are very much one of us.

I hope this is the right section for this:

My story isn't as grandiose as some on here, but i'll tell it anyways.

My friend was around 13 and i was 15. We were watching a video on MTV (back when they actually showed music videos) and he was sitting close to me on the couch.

He caught my attention and said 'look'. He had an erection that was pushing upward on his pants.

I never told him that it was his erection that got me hard, instead i remarked on how hot the dancers were on the video when he commented that i had one too. After a few minutes he asked if he could see mine.

I agreed and we went back to my room. I pulled down my pants and showed him. He didn't show his and i didn't ask. He looked for a few minutes and that was all that happened that day.

The next day i went to his house to play a few video games in his room. He sat close to me on the bed and draped a thick blanket over our laps.

I was playing a game and didn't notice that he took his cock out. He asked if he could see mine again, when i took down my pants i caught only the faintest glimpse of his.

He asked if he could touch my cock and i said yes. He ran his hand over my balls up to the shaft and back down again. After a few seconds he said i could touch his if i wanted.

His cock was smaller than mine and well shaped. I touched his for awhile and felt the few strands of pubic hair coming in. We were both hard as a rock.

He 'bet' me that i wouldn't suck his cock and i replied in the same. He relented and started sucking my cock. I was surprised on how good he was, moving his mouth and tounge in a way i knew right off that this wasn't his first time.

He kept going for a few minutes before he said 'my turn'. I got down on my knees, my cock still out, and went down on him.

Since he was smaller, i was able to move my tounge all around his cock when it was in my mouth. I asked him if he could cum and he said no. I was slightly disappointed about that because i wanted to taste him.

I felt his hands against my head and i moved on his cock. I held his small cock in my hand and went to town licking the head.

He asked me to sit back on the bed so he could go down on me again. He kept going until i told him i was about to cum. He took his mouth off and said he wanted to watch me cum.

We got on the center of his bed, and got face-to-face, his leg and mine resting against each others balls. He started masturbating me and i started masturbating him as well.

He took his free hand and put it on my neck, pulling my face next to his. The next thing i knew he was kissing me, our tounges dancing across each other.

We stopped kissing and he put his forehead on mine, watching each other masturbating.

That moment set me off. I came all over his had and leg. He laughed a bit and cleaned himself up.

We had a few more episodes like that until we eventually lost touch after i moved. He is still one of the best lovers i ever had.

>>28395
I sincerely hope you're kidding. If you're under 18 I'm pretty sure that gets you banned very quickly.

>>28449

Pretty much every story here is fake but saying you're underage is bad, even jokingly.

Real or fake They are still good stories

i think from my experience some most be true and other are at least half truth

i have experienced some great sex involving young boys,


i think if you havent lived anything like it you might tend to think is not true

>>28809

Since I actually have had sexual encounters with young boys (when I was young, too) I can generally sniff out the ones that are bullshit. Also, the ones that have been embellished with a bit of drama by virtue of being unrealistically detailed, because I'm also very well-read on the typical human memory.

One of these days, I'll get around to telling you guys my own experiences. Hopefully before I forget all of the details...

>>28809

When you were a kid, right?

I still doubt most of these are true. Incorrect memories and lies most likely. Probably fantasies.

>>28868
both
and I think you haven't lived enough man, no offense intended

>>28870

Wait, you've done it with kids as an adult? Gross and illegal if so.

>>28881
again:
you really need to live more

/sm/: the only place where you can brag about fucking children and be praised for it.

>>28215
Let's not turn his thread into that kind of thing let's just stick to the stories please

at what age would you say you stop being a child?
I beleive 11 oto 14 years old boys are not children

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11 year olds are not kids? Your logic is faulty. Does that mean you've done kids younger than 11 as an adult?

When you're 18 you are an adult. Some argue 19 but my consensus is 18.

>>28958
am saying I havent had sex with any child

also consensus is something you can not have by your self alone , so you can not say "my consensus"

>>28958
>>28967
Drop it guys, lets get back to the stories. I also had a few adventure with lots of friends back when I was 8/9 so most of those stories bring me back!

>>28958
id say anywhere between 18 to 21 really, depending on the person

bump

>>29149
No need to bump this thread, it's a sticky thread!