My first relationship I ever had got me labeled a pervert. I probably would have never remembered it except for the note I was sent home with to give to my mother. It was in kindergarten, during nap-time.
Each day, whether we were tired or not, we had to lie down on thin foam mats. Placed side-by- side, alternating head and feet. David was next to me, and it was with him that I was supposedly doing some inappropriate sexual activities. I do remember what it was, since David's feet were near my head, I was able to look up his little shorts. Except for the coldest days, we would wear shorts. Skinny little legs left a lot of room for little hands to slip inside and feel little weenies. Day after day, nap-time meant scooting over, spreading legs, and tickling up inside those shorts.
It wasn't just me, David would feel my little balls and pull my little dick just about as often as I would his. I would usually grow from a little mushroom cap looking wee-wee to an amazing inch long shaft. I loved the way it felt like a stiff little rubber eraser. David and I could go all the nap- time and never take our hands out of each other's undies. I did enjoy the smell left on my fingers.
It was on a couple of days that I hand my hand in David's shorts and David was just enjoying it too much to play with me. I barely remember the teachers telling me to stop, I thought it was like all the other kids who were not quiet enough for nap-time. The teachers thought it was such a terrible thing, me molesting David, that they had to write a note. David never got one, or at least his parents never talked to him about it. I wasn't the only one, several years later, I think it was my sophomore year in high school when some of the kindergarten alum got nostalgic and talked about those days.
What that note did was make me aware that I had to be careful. David and I would watch to make sure the teachers were not paying attention. Since our playtime during nap-time was cut short, we found other places and times to fondle our nubbies. The sandbox was a great spot, since we sat down with legs spread, little fingers found hard pee-pees. There was a corner of the school building that would block the view from almost every spot the teachers hung out. There we could actually drop our shorts, that led to rubbing our dicks together, that led to giggling and worry about getting caught.
Our places to conduct our play increased over the years, as did the height of our play. It never got real serious, just what little boys could do. Pissing got to be a big part of it, even some butt play. And it even got David's little brother involved as really the only other boy we played with. Sleep-overs were fun, sneaky things going on under the covers. Good clean fun in the showers at my house and the bathtub at his. It wasn't a constant orgy by any means, just making the most out of the situation.
Then came junior high, and puberty. David and I had different interests and they grew us apart. I would get into sports; football, basketball, and track. David loved band and choir. We would have a few classes together through junior high and high school. We were friendly, but never really got to see each other much at all. There were times that I could have gone over to him and talked. I would see him sitting high in the stands in the gym, reading a book, or practicing the fingering of his flute. I would see him walking home, usually alone. In fact, as the years went by, the more alone he seemed to be. The more I was surrounded by other jocks, the fewer guys would hang with him. He always seemed to be with the girls, rarely any boys. I developed into a hardbody jock, he was limber and lithe, and well, limp-wristed.
Then about 2 months before we were to graduate from high school, on a Friday night, I ran into him at the neighborhood 7-11. He had some bread, cookies and the like. I went in to pick up some beer, with the intent to go to the parking lot we all used as a hang out in a small town lacking in evening activities for high-schoolers. Standing in front of the store, we talked. We started to catch up on things from the last 6 years. We talked about college plans, summer work, and things like that. We sat on the tailgate of my pickup and talked some more.
I was surprised to find out that he could recall just about every touchdown I had scored, the track meets, the joys and disappointments of my high school career. It was not just one-sided, I congratulated him on his being named to the official State Band and that he looked good in the newspaper. I told him that I knew he was going to be good at playing the flute when he won some award in 8th grade band. And we talked about how nervous he was at last year's Christmas concert when he sang a grand and beautiful solo. He was surprised I had been there for that. I was glad I was, he not only sounded fantastic but he was so into the song that I loved to watch his body as he sang.
We had been keeping up with each other much more than we each knew. He had been sitting in the gym bleachers to watch me. I had come to his rescue and never knew it until then. It was just another day, I was heading home after practice, saw David there, with other guys. I stopped and started talking to them all, including David into the conversations, then he and I walked off towards our homes. It turns out, the other guys had cornered David, with the intent of kicking the shit out of a fag. David claimed that since I was his bud, the other guys left him alone, giving him some respect, mostly because he said they knew I could kick the shit out of each of them, and at the same time. We laughed that night about me being his hero.
It got late and we were still sitting and talking. We finished off his bag of Pecan Sandies. We went through several cans of soda. I was really enjoying the moment, I was relaxed and laughing. I had no intention of leaving and heading for the parking lot, even David suggested several times that I go have fun. I was having fun right there. I got hungry, I had to piss so bad, and the 7-11 clerk was chasing us off. I suggested we go to the new Denny's, David asked if I would like to go to his house. I gave him a ride for the couple of blocks.
No one else was at home as we went in. It looked very much like the last time I had been there. We went right to his bedroom, he had the same furniture, updated curtains and bedding. I still had the image of his room covered in cutouts of baseball players, a bedspread with all the teams logos, and bats used as coat racks. Instead, he had bookshelves filled with books, music books, photos of musicians and posters of the popular rock bands. The surprising thing was that the same bed we had slept in together when we were little had shrunk! Even as little kids, we had to have slept close, out of necessity not just want.
We raided the kitchen, found plenty of junk food. We went right back to his bedroom. Shoes came off as we got comfortable, old annuals were brought out, and laughs broke out at the images of old friends and ourselves. We sat with our backs on the bed, getting closer and closer to each other until we were touching from knee to shoulder. I even snuggled up to him, I thought without him noticing. A class picture of our first grade class showed up, I thought David looked so cute in that picture. He told me that I looked cute . . . and sexy. A little shot of shock hit me but David asked if I remembered nap-time and all the other things we did back then. I said I did and we awkwardly began talking about that.
It was awkward enough that I had grown hard. I was sure he could notice it, the bulge of my dick was clear as it went down my leg. I had looked or at least tried to look at his crotch, but the books and pictures were covering his lap. I was getting hot, and I hadn't pissed yet. When David hopped up to get another picture, I got up to piss. I never used to close the door when I used his bathroom and I thought it would be weird if I started then. It took some maneuvering to get situated so my boner wouldn't show, and a few moments to let it soften enough to start pissing. When I finished and came back out, David was waiting with a picture.
It was a picture of the two of us, hugging each other tightly, chubby cheeks, goofy grins, looking very happy in our little shorts. David said that was his all time favorite picture. That was about the last complete sentence that was spoken over the next several hours. Looking at that picture, David and I fell softly into each other. I brought my arms around him, hugged him, feeling his thin body getting squeezed in my muscular arms. His arms wrapped around me, moving his hands up and down my back. His hands rubbed my butt, moved to my back and would slip a finger or two into the waist band of my jeans. I was still, I was loving the feeling of his hands, I wanted his hands to slip all the way into my pants. I could barely move because it felt so good, and the promise of more made me stand there and hope.
Our faces were rubbing against each other, his lips would slide over mine, not really a kiss but almost as exciting. I started to move my arms. My hands found his butt, I squeezed each cheek, pulled them apart, squeezing hard. As I squeezed, I pulled him closer to me, my boner was pressing into his body. Then I could tell what it was pressing into was his hard dick. Squeezing his cheeks got us swaying, pressing our dick together. I was breathing deeply, I was taking in his scent, clean and fresh yet full of sweat and hormones. I kept my eyes tightly shut.
My eyes popped open and I felt his hand slide around to the front of me. His fingers found my balls, cupping them, lifting one at a time. Then the palm of his hand pressed along the length of my boner. There was a huge bolt of electricity that ran through my body at that touch. He was stroking me through my jeans and I would have loved to cum right then. His hand rose high on my belly, and as it dropped it tried to enter my jeans. Each time he would lower his hand, he would get a little more hand inside my jeans. My dick was pointing straight up, hard as can be and just an inch of escaping the waist band. With his hand inside my jeans, he touched the tip of my dick. He moved his hand sideways, and when each of his fingers flicked over the head of my dick it was like a little explosion going off. Bam, bam, bam, bam! It was like all the nerves were turned on at the head of my dick.
I was so absolutely ready to come out of my clothes and when David began to unbutton my jeans, I was set to help him. He stopped me. He said he would do it. He backed off from me so he had both hands free. He unzipped me, that vibration was like ten times intense as any jacking stroke I had down (and that was just about my sex life then, too). His hands once again found my dick, clad only in my light blue briefs, a little precum wet spot was showing up already. David's hand went to my shirt, and once again when I tried to help, he stopped me. As soon as my shirt was off, he pressed his body against mine, contacting my bare chest and belly with as much of his body as he could. My dick pressing against his in his jeans.
I pulled his t-shirt off and immediately we went back, pressing our chests hard together. It made me laugh when his hard little nipples brushed against my hard but bigger nipples. I was staring down as our nipples flicked each other, it was an interesting and very new sight to me. I don't even remember noticing another boy's nipples before that. It distracted me enough that all of a sudden I realized David's hands were inside my jeans, massaging my butt cheeks, spreading and squeezing, exposing parts to air, and pressing them together again.
I almost started to help remove my jeans but I let him pull them down and off my feet, he was careful to make sure my underwear stayed on. When he had my pants off, he sat down and backed up against the bed. He was taking me all in. I was shivering, shaking from the excitement, a little afraid of going on, scared of not going further. I stood there with my boner pushing my underwear out in a tent, it pulled the elastic away from my belly and I could see my pubes clearly. David asked me to turn, and I did slowly, his had reaching out to touch me. He put both hands on my back and ran them down the sides, outlined my muscles. He ran his hands from my shoulders, along the V of my back, stopping shortly to run his hands around my waist band and tapping my dick. His hands moved right down my legs, goose bumps sprang up with his touch. He stripped my socks off of me and then pulled me back around.
His face was even with my dick, I had never had a blow job but I was thinking how much I want to have my dick in between his lips, pressing so close to his thin beautiful face. His cheeks looked so soft, I wanted my balls on them. I heard him breathe deeply as his nose came close to the bulge in my undies. His hands were all over my underwear, squeezing my butt, caressing my dick, lifting my balls, running a hand between my legs, brushing my pubes from the top of my underwear. My legs were getting weak, I felt cum beginning to build, and I was moaning with each movement of David's hands.
I remember the feel as my dick got free, bouncing out unrestrained, but I don't remember lifting a leg to let the underwear off my body. I remember standing there, completely naked, exposed, vulnerable, at the will of someone else. I loved the emotions, I loved the feel of David's hands on me, his chest pressing against my dick and balls. David ran his hands all over my body, concentrating so much on my balls, dick, even my asshole, and even that area behind my balls. It was all I could do not to shoot. And when he started to stroke my dick, it didn't take long at all.
I was amazed at how hard it felt yet at the same time so soft and tender. Feelings of how my little dick felt when we played in kindergarten somehow rose up and added to the intensity of being stroked. I heard David's words of encouragement as wave after wave of orgasm shot through me. I shot long and hard. Long wet strings of cum were followed by as many dry shots that squeezed my entire body. I felt David's arms reach around me and helped me to the floor, I could no longer stand. I could feel cum sliding along between our bodies as he got close. I was catching my breathe as I reached over and found David's denim covered dick. I was stroking it a little faster as blood returned to my head. His dick left my hand as he stood up and pulled his pants off.
They came off with his socks as quickly as I had ever stripped. He stood in front of me, old thin holey underwear covering his dick, his balls hanging low and heavy. I reached over and with a thumb making contact with his dick, I pulled his underwear down and off. I was shocked to see his huge dick throbbing in front of my eyes. It was thin, but so very long. I think it had to be at least half again as long as mine. It had a curve up, but stood straight out. A beautifully shaped head tipped the hard pink shaft. The piss tube stood out underneath so clearly, it was the first thing I ran my hands on when I touched David again.
His pubes were even blonder than he was, a tight little patch of pubes above his dick and a happy trail that ran a long way to he navel. His balls were cover in light fuzz, I liken the touch of his naked ball sac to an old teddy bear. It made the hardness of his dick be outstandingly hard. Both of my hands were on his boner, sliding around to his balls, even going up to tweek his nipples once in a while.
My face was just too close to his dick. I had to taste it. I held his dick in both hands and leaned my mouth towards it. I wrapped my lips around his dick head. Oh what tastes and excitement I got. It was salty and sweet, velvety to the touch of my tongue, hot and pounding, but I kept it in there for only a short time. I had never tasted a dick, well other than my own when I could bend over enough to suck myself, about 7th grade, I think. And I had never tasted cum, not even my own, and I was a little afraid that he would cum in my mouth. So, I stood up, pulling him close in a big ol hug. I felt his boner jab me, sliding up along my belly. My dick had never gotten that soft and was now hard and rubbing along his belly.
His dick found a way in between my legs and we got into humping. His hands were all over me, but they worked on my butt. His fingers probing closer and closer to my hole. One of his fingers would find my hole and press into a little. It reminded me of our play in about 2nd grade, but somehow it did make me feel more at David's command. When his finger made a little entry into my hole, I gasped and I heard David say something. I said yea, nodded my head, or in some other way granted permission.
We broke apart, David took my hand and led me to his bed. He took pillows and arranged them just so. Then he placed me on the pillows, positioning my legs and making adjustments to my position. I felt David lay on my back, wrapping his arms around me, hands passing over my nipples, and I could feel his hard, long dick press against my butt. It wasn't until he grabbed his dick that I realized what I agreed to. He lined up his dick at my hole. It felt hot and sexy. He moved a little, pressing his head just barely into my hole.
Then all of a sudden, I thought David had shoved a softball up my ass! It was as hard as a rock, but as large as a softball and I thought it was tearing me apart. I was hurting, I was grabbing handfuls of bedding, my mouth was open in a scream that I couldn't make because it meant moving my abdomen to get the air out. I would have begged him to take it out of me, if I could have said a single word. The pain had started to ease when I felt another thrust of his dick. It hurt again, not as bad and a little deeper. The original pain had almost eased completely. Another thrust in and that really helped, but I was still almost frozen. When David started humping me, I had to reach around and hold his butt still. He started humping again, and it was getting better and better. I felt the head of his dick press deep inside me, making contact with me. It felt like I was cuming again and again as Davis's dick worked over my prostate. I didn't know I had one of those then, but I knew it was feeling great.
When I felt David's balls start slapping mine, I realized just how deep he was in me. Balls on balls was a wonderful feeling. I also felt David thrusting hard in me, I knew he would have to cum soon. I really wanted to watch cum come flying out of his dick. I was not disappointed though when I felt his hot cum jet along his dick and fill me up. I could feel each shot as it moved along his dick. The last shots had his dick far up in me, pushing me hard into the mattress of the bed, my head was touching the wall. I even loved the feeling of his dick pulling out of my hole. It left me feeling a little empty but it was great when his dick head popped out.
He stayed on top of me, both of us sweating and breathing hard. Squeezing my butthole muscles was weird feeling, like it wouldn't close up again. We finally moved, I got up and ran naked through his house to the kitchen. I slammed down 2 beers, and several glasses of water. My mouth was so dry and my body was still shaking a little. I had precum oozing out of my dick, from the great prostate massage. David came in right behind me, he stood next to me as I was drinking. His hand was on my hip, moving to my butt, touching all along one side of our bodies.
He asked me if I was alright, I said better, he asked me if I liked what just went on, I said loved it, he asked me if I had any problem with doing that, I tried a very awkward kiss that answered that question.
For the next several hours, it was dawn before we quit, we did many things. Some required showering in the master bath to wash poop off dicks to be sucked. We made a mess of his bed. We tore up his room pretty good too. The night ended in much the same way that our relationship started, laying close to each other playing gently with each other's dicks. Soft, worn out dicks.
We went on to graduate, never repeating that night, not even coming close. Our parents sent graduation presents to us. We talked and laughed again at a graduation party, even planned to sneak away that night, but it didn't happen. We went to college and lost track of each other. I moved on to the big city. Thoughts of David would pop into my head from time to time. I would go back to the memories of that night several times. I learned things that night that I would used later own while making love.
It was years later that I saw a picture of David in the newspaper. It was more of a promotional story than news. It was about a restaurant/club that he was managing in a very eclectic part of the city. I finally got around to going there for lunch with the crowd from work. I had to ask the waiter to get the manager. David just about dropped everything when he say me, he recognized me right away. He was still thin, not as much hair, and still as cute as ever. I introduced him to my crowd, they made some nice comments about the restaurant and then he settled in to talk. We talked the entire hour, he bought lunch for the entire table, we made promises to meet again. We even snuck a minute in his office for a little squeeze and another awkward kiss.
I was thinking about going to look him up again. I thought about going there alone for lunch, or dinner, or just in the quiet of the afternoon. I thought about that several times. I just didn't get around to do it. I was just about to do it again, while I was reading the newspaper. I flipped to the restaurant review page, thinking I would check on how his place was doing. Even though it still had high marks, the short article said it may struggle after the death of its manager, David. The underlying cause of his death was AIDS, or complications from it.
I had missed his funeral by a week. And I missed an opportunity. I am just glad that I didn't miss that one night stand so many years ago.