Ever since I was a young kid I’ve lived the outdoors. Seems just the feel of being outdoors enhances my senses and especially when I’m in an open field with nothing around with the sun shining down, but the woods, that is my domain, my sanctuary. I think from the time I was at least nine or ten my folks would let me camp out in the back yard on our three acre lot just outside of town. Our neighborhood growing up was quiet with only a few families scattered along our road, mostly older couples with grown children, leaving me and my two older siblings to entertain ourselves.
Eventually over the next couple years new homes were built and with them came new families, some even had kids close to our own age brackets we were able to make friends with. One kid belonging to the new family across the road from us, he was the youngest son out of a entire brood of older kids, was Andy. Andy was about two or three years older than me, I was probably nine when they built their place and his dad was a truck driver. The peace and quiet of the neighborhood was gone as he’d lay on his air horn every time he’d come home from a trip and the shouts and scream for various kids would often beak the silence day or night.
Ever since I was a young kid I’ve lived the outdoors. Seems just the feel of being outdoors enhances my senses and especially when I’m in an open field with nothing around with the sun shining down, but the woods, that is my domain, my sanctuary. I think from the time I was at least nine or ten my folks would let me camp out in the back yard on our three acre lot just outside of town. Our neighborhood growing up was quiet with only a few families scattered along our road, mostly older couples with grown children, leaving me and my two older siblings to entertain ourselves.
Eventually over the next couple years new homes were built and with them came new families, some even had kids close to our own age brackets we were able to make friends with. One kid belonging to the new family across the road from us, he was the youngest son out of a entire brood of older kids, was Andy. Andy was about two or three years older than me, I was probably nine when they built their place and his dad was a truck driver. The peace and quiet of the neighborhood was gone as he’d lay on his air horn every time he’d come home from a trip and the shouts and scream for various kids would often beak the silence day or night.
I made friends easily enough with Andy and his baby sister Laura. They’d often spot me venturing into the woods or riding my bike and follow me, often getting into mischief. Andy was not the most pleasant guy to look at, average height for his age with sandy strawberry blonde hair and freckles.
By the time I was eleven and hitting puberty in strides I had started becoming curious sexually. At the time the term gay wasn’t used to describe homosexuality, the more derogatory terms of queer and fags were common and frowned upon by even the streamlined society. Growing up in a society where everyone was “pure Christians” anyone remotely expressing homosexual tendencies was ostracized and kids were forced to “repent” or “converted” back away from such notions. One either had to comply or deeply bury their true feelings.
Mom was the church custodian and all us kids pitched in to help during the week and on Sunday & Wednesday she was part of the church choir as my grandmother was the choir director. One Wednesday night me and Bill who was same age as I was and a bit taller were Messing around downstairs in the church basement when we decided on a game of “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”. Finding a secluded storage room that hadn’t been used in years we stripped and began fondling each other. Needless to say at that time of puberty neither of us lasted long.
A couple months passed by and summer was in full swing. I had been up in the woods as usual when Andy’s sister followed him and began heckling us over some petty thing that he had promised her a game of hide and seek. However it upset Andy and he whispered to me that he wanted to teach her a lesson so I agreed. He had grow into a bit of a bully by this time, I was eleven and he was thirteen and he had already had a few bouts over different things but I still liked him a lot.
Andy conjured a rule that if we played hide and seek with her, and he found her before time was up she’d have to do anything he demanded and she agreed. The boundaries for the game were no hiding in the woods. So the game commenced. I chose a spot easily found on purpose and join Andy in the search his sister and an end to the squabble. In short order we found her in a storage building where Andy immediately demanded a fulfillment of the terms, she had to suck his cock. A few days earlier Andy and myself mutually jacked each other off in the woods so I was interested in seeing his cock again. His sister was forced to her knees in front of him as he undone his pants and pulled out his growing cock. She resisted as he took her by the head and pressed it to his cock as I watched with growing interest.
Somehow she broke free and escaped which pissed Andy off. In his rage he looked and me and demanded I satisfy his cock. At first I resisted but in reality I wanted to taste him. As I knelt in front of him, he took my hair and pushed his cock in my face as my mouth wrapped around his cock. Forcing my throat onto him to the base of his pubic hair I gagged somewhat, yet liked the taste of his thinking shaft. After several minutes of getting my throat pounded he released his jizz in huge waves down my throat. A taste I had never experienced before yet I found delicious. Afterward he swore me to secrecy and I agreed but cautioned his sister may not be so quiet about what transpired. He assured me that she’d never talk.
As the next few years rolled by I found myself eagerly seeking Andy out several times a week in hopes of a repeat of his tasty cock. More often than I can recall I successfully gained what I sought. Although more than willingly, i always made sure to make him feel that he had forced himself on me, even the night that he took my virgin ass at the age of thirteen.
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