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Leroy & Me

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 25 Aug 2002 1 comments
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by Spider When I was a little boy our family lived in a duplex with another family, the Hanks. The father was a big red-faced alcoholic and he had three sons, Ben, Corey, and Leroy. Leroy was about the same age as me, and we played quite a bit. The Hanks were pure white trash, but we weren't much better -- maybe a bit smarter, only. They were the kind of kids who'd drink hair oil, to see if there was alcohol in it. We used to play with other kids in the pine woods next to our house. I don�t know why, but I always wanted to play butt games, from the earliest age. My brother hated it, because we'd be wrestling, which he was very good at, and I would tickle his butthole through his pants and he'd jump like a kangaroo, and even complain to our mom. One day, when I was about 5 I just confronted Leroy in the woods and asked him to pull his pants own and show me his butt. He did, and I stopped behind him and looked up in there, and even held his buttcheeks a little and pulled them apart. I swear that moment altered my sexual chemistry for life. Leroy was OK with the transaction, but I felt guilty about it. My family is good at that. So we knocked it off for a while. We even moved away, as my dad got a better job and we could afford a house all our own. But periodically, my mom would invite the Hanks boys over the play, and I would see Leroy again. I was 7 by this time. The thing is, I think Leroy was getting educated a bit by his older brothers, because now he seemed to be the aggressor. He would take me up to my bedroom, and we would lock the door, and slide off our clothes, and climb under the blanket and slither around one another. It felt really naughty, lik we were going to hell and didn't give a shit, because this was more important than our eternal souls. Yum! I loved that feeling. I just liked to stroke Leroy's little round bottom with my hands, feeling the sweet curves where it dipped in, and sniff the little-boy, sour-bottom smell by his tiny pink asterisk of a hole. It was so cute. I got close enough to see he hadn�t wiped exactly perfectly, but that was OK. I still thought that loo9king into his butt crevice was like staring into a magic mirror. His little ass was like the face of a beloved, and I yearned to be close, and put my cheek (facial) against his. At about this time I got religious and announced we could never do this again, and it was killing me, because I really wanted to sin, sin, sin. But I was tough, and very grown up about the proposed chastity. Then, when I was eleven, I was invited for a sleepover at Leroy's house in the city. He and I slept in a big double bed together. I had no intention of doing anything bad, but Leroy was all over me like a monkey, forcing his hard little stub-pencil of a penis against my face. I couldn�t get what he was after. Dumb. I ridiculed him, and we never did the thing that I think about today. I think about those languorous afternoons under the covers with my small, beautiful, stupid friend, feeling his tanned boyish nakedness in my hands. I'm 52 years old, married and the father of two grown up kids, and that is still just about the sexiest thought I can muster! I have other stories to tell, too, and they all take place with my tongue in a hot sexy ass.