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After learning that his nickname was Alley', short for Alley Cat' because a lot of his moves were very feline in their gracefulness and not for his name, Albert, I just had to get to know him better (try and get in his pants, to be completely honest). He was thirteen, about 5 foot 8inches tall and weighed maybe 120 lbs., soaking wet, but unfortunately as usual those damn baggy clothes disguised any further details.
My name is Calvin, Cal and I had just finished High School, but was going to stay at home and bum around at community college since funds for a four year college were not soon to be available, working at a local Surf and Skate shop. I'd never really gotten into either surfing or skateboarding, doing both just for the fun of it, but I was responsible and outgoing so the owner hired me. Since I was now eighteen, not only did it keep my mom off my back, I could pay for my classes, books and gas.
It also gave me the surroundings to be around lots of guys, because by the time I started puberty I'd already fully realized I liked guys over girls and that made me somewhat of an enigma. With only a small group of friends and a stoner, nobody knew for sure and that's the way I kept it. Beyond the natural curiosity of other bodies, when the goal become satisfaction and not just playing, I'd only had the guts and nerve for intimate contact with three other boys.
My best friend at the time of changing, naturally horny and explorative we carried on with infrequent sessions until high school when he announced their end and a new girlfriend. Then when I was fourteen and relatives stayed during the holidays, I managed to entice my three year younger cousin into a little sex play, exchanging hand jobs, even getting him to let me suck his prepubescent three inch boner, but he wasn't all that keen on much return service. The last was this older, well I was sixteen he was twenty-two, guy that always had good weed and even a little coke once in awhile and he seduced me while high, the first time anybody had blown me to completion and I him.
It was the memory of his method that I used to pursue young Alley and it wasn't long until we'd meet and mess around on our boards, then head back to my house. I'd smoke him out and we'd watch cartoons and just generally mess around. After he seemed really comfortable around me, getting use to the punches and jabs that started light roughhousing and the accidental `slip' or graze across his ass or groin area, I introduced the girlie magazines, which started the discussion of sex and learning of his casualness toward contact with the same gender and with a sly look toward me, opened the door by rubbing and stretching his shoulder in an exaggerated manner.
"Man," he slightly gasped, "That last wreck fucked up my shoulder. I wish my Uncle Don were here, I'd get him to massage it for me."
There was just enough hopefulness in his eyes and voice that I knew it was now or never, "Wwant me to do it?" I managed to stammer, my cock already hardening.
"Yeah, Cal, would ya?" nodding with a grin and stripping off his baggy sweatshirt.
"Damn" I couldn't stop myself from blurting; he was so sexy in the `A' shirt, naturally olive skinned, it contrasted desirously with the tight skinned whiteness. "Did your uncle ever give you a full massage?" I asked seriously, now rock hard and showing it.
"Yeah," he smiled sexily and leaned back into the corner of the couch, "You like giving full massages?"
"Yeah," I grinned back, slipping to the floor on a knee and started taking off his skate shoes.
By the time I'd bared his feet he was pulling his baggy jeans and a pair of gym shorts to his knees, stopped and grinned, obviously comfortable and excited about allowing seduction, "Take that off for me, will ya' Cal?"
I was frozen with a sock still in my hand, gawking in lust at his torso, his groin clothed in a tight, clinging pouch, the bright red bikini underwear stretched, the head of his slightly thin cock, appearing somewhat longer then it's four and half inch probability, bent into the small elastic of the waistband, already wet and leaking.
I didn't guess if meant the pants or the bikini, leaning over and taking the latter at the sides and as he lifted his cheeks, tore them down under those apples and slipped my lips over the bouncing kid dick and sucked the delicious morsel up and down three or four times. Reluctantly letting the slim rod pop free, I pulled at his clothes and got him completely naked and ran my hands over his slim, smooth stomach and chest, the muscles just beginning to show definition, tight, and sleek dark skin. He slipped his eyes closed slowly and leaned his long brunette haired head back as I lightly pinched and stimulated his small nipples into perking up.
"Aww," he moaned and opened his eyes as he felt the touch terminated.
He watched silently as I leaned back and stripped off my own shirt, stood and discarded both pants and boxers in one smooth slip. Straightening up, I just let him gaze, knowing I wasn't that well endowed, just under the average for the record, but the five year age difference had me probably looking in between his uncle and myself.
"Nice," he smiled. "Not much smaller then my uncle," he confirmed. "What do you like to do," he questioned with a raised eyebrow, "Don always wanted to fuck, but I wasn't into that very much, I think sucking is way bitchin'!"
"Know what I'd really like," I told him, extending my hand and lifting him off the couch, "Let's get some oil, use my bed and just kind of stroke each other some, you can tell me about Uncle Don, cool?"
"Way cool," he laughed quietly, "I've never told nobody before, kinda sounds like fun, though, but I don't think we better stroke too much, I'm fuckin' hornier then hell dude, I haven't jacked it in like two days!"
Once positioned comfortably on my bed, I did most of the stroking, carefully avoiding his absolutely perfect thirteen year old dick, foreskin pulled completely back, rock solid hard and coating the dark red crown with his precum. I plucked and teased with his twenty-five or so pubic hairs as he quietly started relating that his only previous experience was his uncle and his lovely cock bounced and shuddered as he began.
"I always liked Don the best," he smiled, "He always paid attention to me, my dad just thinks I'm wasting his time, he took me places, bought me neat things. But I just loved snuggling with him when I was little, that's when I first discovered his wiener would get stiff if I sat on it."
He giggled, telling me how he thought he'd been the naughty one at first and this game went on for a few months. How if they were alone for a couple of seconds Uncle Don would playful poke, pretend like he was going to grab his genitals or gave his but a quick squeezing.
Then he'd seen less and less of his favorite uncle, who'd taken a job driving freight cross country. He missed his uncle, but went about being a normal, energetic eight, nine and just approaching his tenth birthday, boy.
When he joyously received the news his uncle would attend his party, he was able to stay almost a month. He'd barely withstood the excitement, waiting, preparing his room with the portable bed, insisting it would be were the man slept. His parents thought it was the cutest thing, never suspecting that Don the trucker was quite willing to avail himself of all the advantages of traversing the highways and byways a country packed with roads can provide, mostly young hitchhiking males, eager for a long ride and offering their services in return.
Uncle Don had missed snuggling and clandestinely touching his little nephew too and had decided that ten years had been long enough to wait. Hell, he'd stared at eight, thanks to his older brother. The six year difference in their ages, Frank deep in the grasp of puberty, the bright eyed eagerness to continue exploring after the awkward first time handling the almost six inch, bush surrounded erection of his older brother, making it spurt out the white goo he learned was called cum.
Servicing his older brother nearly all the way through his high school years, the contact only subsided when Frank was able to conquer his first pussy. Don didn't mind, he discovered that same wide eyed eagerness with several of his peers just around his own entry into ejaculate production and happily sucked and fucked all through his own remaining school years.
He'd never looked back in regret, learning along the way how to disguise, diffuse suspicions and remain a hawk soaring high above in a cloudless sky, screeching once before plummeting earthward and snaring the errant, inattentive fowl pawing for scrabble in the dirt.
"The first couple days we just kind of got to know each other again, but the tickling and little feels started off right away," Alley related sort of in a dazed state, recalling his own seduction, my hands roaming slowly, but purposefully over his smooth, excited young body. "The third night he asked if we could share my bed." he trailed off, eyes closing for a moment.
"We weren't under the covers ten minutes when I feel him scoot in behind me and this really warm hardness pressing against my back side and his arms surrounding my thin chest. His smell, a lot like YOUR smell," he giggled looking at me with those dark, hazel eyes, "was really something to me," he paused again, that dreamy glaze removing the animation from his face as he took in a deep breath.
"Then his hands were all over me, in my pajamas and underpants," he went on, frowning a little, "It sort of scared me at first, but then he started whispering in my ear about feeling good and all little boys do this with their favorite uncle, wasn't he my favorite uncle."
"I spose I shoulda said no," he rather sadly exclaimed, "but I didn't know nuthin bout sex and it was really starting to feel neat, comforting, secure, so I just told him he sure was and kinda groaned when he, for the time ever on purpose, took my little cock, that I hadn't even realized was like steel stiff, in between his fingers. I mean right on it, he'd slipped his hand under my pjs bottoms and underpants and was pulling and tugging my little bone right on the bare skin and I just went all stiff and trembled and these wonderful tickles shot through my tiny balls and through my whole body. Man that was the first time I ever felt those things and ya know, after getting all over the guilt trip thing and all, I'm a lot like my Uncle."
He grinned and leaned up close to my face and as he whispered, "I just want to keep having more and more," then pressed his lips to mine and kissed me lasciviously.