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Growing up to soon

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: ColoBigBlue Posted on: 13 Jan 2004 2 comments
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He was an older high school neighborhood boy. He was sixteen or seventeen at the time as I remember. Neal befriended me as I wandered the neighborhood.My brothers and I were 'home alone' kids as both of our parents had jobs to go to during the day. I had an older brother and a little brother who were always conspiring against me. When they were nice to me it was usually a trick just to lay their hands on me. They would always torture me somehow and then throw me out of the house. I was relegated to the detached garage for my daily shelter. When lunch would come around they would call at one of the doors to the house and when I ran to that door they would set my food out the other door and slam the door in my face. This had been going on for years. Every summer they would pair up and toss me out and I would peer in the windows watching them have fun, watch TV and play games. Trying to tell my parents about what was going on was futile. They would not hear of it, dads "manly son" and mothers "little baby boy" would never do such a thing. So I had to entertain myself My story starts the summer I was to turn 10 years old. My friends and I decided to build a tree fort. David, Gordon, Tim and I were around the same age and very close. The trees stood on vacant land not far from my home, but far enough away from traffic and prying eyes. We had worked hard at building our tree fort. Together we had scoured alleyways and dumping spots to get our building materials. After a lot of bent nails, cuts and scrapes all over ourselves, we finally had our Camelot in the sky. That was the summer that I was to be introduced to masturbation. As boys do, we used the privacy of the fort to share our interest in the differences in our penises by showing them off to each other. Gordon was the only uncut boy in our little group. When we had sleep outs in our fort we often would run naked up and down the neighborhood alleys, raiding back yard orchards and vegetable gardens and being little peeping toms. Neal C. was out in his back yard one late hot summer night and we were on one of our nude raiding parties. He snuck up and caught us in his moms' garden. With the power of his discovery and a threat of telling our parents Neal weaseled his way in to our club. He was an older high school neighborhood boy. He was sixteen or seventeen at the time as I remember. Neal befriended me as I wandered the neighborhood. He would masturbate in front of my friends and me in a tree fort we had built earlier that spring. It all started out very innocent. He had us touch his penis now and then but mostly he showed us how to masturbate. He even was able to bring up some girly-girl magazines for us to look at. My friends and I shared in this new found pleasure as often as we could, day or night, with or with out Neal. None of us were old enough to ejaculate but it was pleasurable none the less.One day in late August my brothers had kicked me out of the house again and all my friends were not to be found. I had retreated to the tree fort to play some Cowboy and Indian games by my self till Neal came along. He asked if any one else was in there with me and I responded with a "No!" Ascending the tree and plopping down hard enough to shake the forts flimsy walls, he asked what I was doing. I told him my story of how there was no one around to play with so I was just waiting to see what would happen. We talked for awhile till the subject came around to sex.Neal asked if I knew how my mom and dad had sex. I had never thought about it. As far as I was concerned they never had sex. All I knew about sex was what he and his magazines had taught me and by watching a pair of dogs "do it," in the alley behind my house, they had got stuck together. Neal decided it was time I learned what sex was all about. We got undressed and he had me play with him till he was fully erect. Then he told me to get on my knees, lean over, putting my head down and sticking my butt up. I asked why? And he snapped back "Just do it." So I complied with his request.The next thing I felt was Neal's fat dick sliding up and down my butt crack. "How does that feel?" he chirped. "OK-- I guess." I told him. It all seemed strange and was giving me no real pleasure to speak off. He had me reach under and between my legs and play with his balls. On occasion I would stop playing with Neal and attend my own four inch rock hard penis. It seemed to be the only real pleasure I was to get from this session. While stroking my self Neal punched me in the side and told me not to let go of his balls again. Now I could feel the warm moisture of his pre-cum dripping on my butt crack, making his cock slip easier.Being six or seven years older, Neal had been ejaculating for a few years. It was one of the fascinating things that we pre-pubescent boys would awe about during our group masturbation times. Neal would always announce that he was about to cum, and we would watch him spew semen across his chest with a great force as if it were shot from a gun. Then breathing hard he would hold on to his pulsing cock while globs of milky white semen oozed from the tip of his beet red gland then slowly run down his shaft and hand. All of a sudden Neal grabbed my hips with both hands pulled away slightly then drove his hot cock deep into my ass. It was the most painful penetrating feeling I have ever felt. I was to the point of passing out from the pain. I was crying for him to stop. "Please Stop! It hurts!" I shouted. Neal kept thrusting in and out. My tears poured from my eyes. I could not breath, move or speak as I sobbed. Then he announced "I'm cumming!" and drove harder and deeper with each thrust, till his body shook and he slumped forward over my back. He was panting like the alley dogs that had gotten stuck together, earlier in the summer.Neal had stopped his penetration with his throbbing cock deep in side me. I could feel it twitch in the depths of my soul. And all I could do was cry all the more. As long as Neal remains still I had no pain. As soon as he moved back to his knees I felt the sharp knife like burn in my asshole return. The withdrawal was almost as painful as the penetration was. When Neal stood up his cock was starting to soften and I could see the milky white semen dripping from the tip of his cock and the blood, my blood, encircling the shaft. "And that's how your mom and dad have sex." He said. Then he began to get dressed. All the while I leaned against the wall of our tree fort crying hard.That fall developers cut down the trees and our fort with it. I would never tell anyone what happened that late summer afternoon and I was never alone with Neal again.He wanted to get together with our group and masturbate together but I refused to be in the same place as him again. He graduated from high school the next spring and I never saw him again. And to this day I don't know if I was his only victim or if Tim, David and Gordon had fallen in to his trap too. No one ever spoke of it or Neal again.