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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 43
Puppy Love?
Before I was even born there was a hit song called puppy love. If you've never heard it, the premise was that he's in love with a girl and the adults all shrug it off as just 'puppy love' but the singer is telling us how they can't understand just how powerful it is and how much it hurts.
When I was in the boy scouts and about 12 years old I had a very strong crush on an older boy, probably about 14. He was very cool, good looking, athletic and toned, shoulder length dirty-blonde wavy hair, a real leader in the scouts and as much as anything kind and good to be around. I fell for him very hard and I thought about that song and how 'they just can't understand' how it made me feel to be around him or even just think back about how he had looked right at me and smiled or how he looked if we were playing a shirts v skins game and he was on skins. I promised myself I would never forget how strong it was and I haven't.
In the school holiday we used to have sleepovers in the scout hall, sometimes with the leaders but often just a smaller group led by some of the older boys. It was always great fun to be off the leash and we would find all sorts of reasons to do it. Looking back I'm amazed our parents went for it. Nobody had mobile phones back then and we were completely out of contact and beyond supervision. Not that long ago, it seems, but different times in a lot of ways.
One night we were down for about six or seven of us sleeping over. When I got there Ben had already collected the keys and opened up. We hung around in there and I remember loving having him to myself as we just passed a ball backward and forward and chatted. After a while it began to dawn on us that nobody else was coming. This was how arrangements were back then. You'd make them on the landline phone and then if something changed, hard luck. I remember learning later that two brothers had got grounded but can't remember if I ever knew what happened to the others.
Ben asked me what I wanted to do and I very quickly lied that my parents were staying out so I didn't know what to do. He said it was no big deal and we should just stay over. I remember thinking it was dirty of me to lie and make him have to put up with a 12 year old all night. I suppose all boys know the group dynamic and that the older boys sort of put up with us so they can hang out together.
Anyway, he certainly made the best of it. We made a big wood fire in the grate and set up camp beds in front of it. We went to the shop and got a load of snacks in and listened to some CDs that he'd brought, me in seventh heaven agreeing they were all great.
When we turned in for the night we were still chatting away. The fire was still going and I could see his face in the firelight. I was so happy. As he was talking I had my hand on my prepubescent dick, as I would have had anyway and I was just pulling very slowly on it so I didn't orgasm (I couldn't exactly cum yet) and everything in the world was absolutely perfect.
Then he stopped in mid sentence and said something to the tune that if I was going to play with it I should really wait until the fire died down so he couldn't see me doing it. I protested but he was just laughing, not unkindly, and I just trailed off. 'Can you cum yet?' he asked. I thought about saying I could but even as I was thinking I just said no. He said it wouldn't be long before I could and I hoped he wasn't wrong. Some boys in my class were already there, or at least they said they were. Then he just unzipped his sleeping bag and stood up in the firelight, completely naked and facing me. His cock was, if not fully developed, then a pretty good way along. I could see he was hairy down there in contrast to his otherwise smooth body and if I'd needed to know just how far along he was then his full erection pointing skyward with the exposed head told me all I needed to know.
'What do you think?' he asked me. He hadn't come onto me, this was what some would call just locker room talk really, but I couldn't stop myself from blurting out 'It's really nice' and the way I'd said it couldn't have left any doubt that I really meant it as well.
His expression changed to a more serious one and I could see hesitation on his face before he walked over and just sat down, fully naked on the edge of my camp bed. He looked at me again as if he was trying to make his mind up then he slid the zip of my sleeping bag down and slipped his hand inside saying 'Let's see yours then' and finding my still very hard little dick. I didn't say a word as he started to stroke it and pull it, then he pulled the sleeping bag away to expose it as he slowly masturbated me. I was embarrassed and hoping it wasn't too small and then, as if sensing this, he said 'yours is nice too'. He slipped off the edge of the camp bed so he was kneeling on the floor at it's side. With his other hand he lightly pushed back my hair, held my gaze and said 'I really like you'. Maybe he was too embarrassed to keep looking at me after he'd said it, though from the position he'd taken I would guess he was going to do it anyway, but immediately afterward, he broke eye contact and slid his wet lips down my very stiff dick. I only just had time to think to myself that it wasn't the first time he'd done this before I felt that lovely warm thrill of orgasm that for the first time actually did have a hint of liquid in it. Although I moaned a little I didn't pull away and I kept an erection as he continued to show his affection. At that time I could masturbate for hours without losing a hard on. This was amazing, he 'really liked me' and he was showing it in a way that I could never realistically have thought likely to happen. I was melting with happiness. I don't think I'd had an actual lucid thought for minutes until the point when I had an idea I should do something for him too and slipped my arm out of the camp bed to hold his rock hard erection. It was probably only average size but to me at that time felt huge in my hand and I was incredibly turned on as I stroked it up and down feeling it so big and knowing that it was his.
He took his mouth from my cock and grabbed his own sleeping bag, fully unzipping it and laying it out flat on the floor then lying down on it. I did the same with mine and lay down next to him pulling mine over us. I could feel his hard dick pressing into me and after stroking it for a minute I put my head under the cover and feeling something I'd never felt before, that I later identified as sexy...he'd made me feel really sexy, I took his lovely cock in my mouth and mimicked the actions he'd just performed on me. I thought about what I'd do if he came but it was literally only seconds before he did, spurting his hot cum into my mouth and I instinctively took it all and loved it, as he dug his nails deeply into my shoulders.
When I came up for air he was smiling but a bit embarrassed. So was I. I didn't know what to do next. He had taken the lead in everything but he seemed like he didn't know where to go from here and at that point I just took a chance, leaned in and kissed him. We must have carried on kissing for at least an hour, naked and rubbing our bodies against each other and I couldn't take my hand off his hard dick all that time. He was more relaxed then and told me that he'd liked me for ages and as soon as he'd realised there was only the two of us, he'd decided he would have to try to make something happen as it there would probably never be a better chance again. That's when I told him I was in love with him and had been for a long time. It felt great to say it out loud to him and led to us kissing passionately again. We finished off by 69ing, me orgasming two or three dry goes before he again came in my mouth.
The next morning he was scared. At some point I remember simply asking who he thought I would tell and how he thought it would go for me if I did. We said we would never do it again and apart from 5 other times we never did.
One time I asked him if he'd done it before, remembering how good he'd been sucking me off. He told me that his older cousin had made him do it a few times. That was when he was my age and his cousin was about 20. He said he'd hated it and was confused by how much he'd wanted to do it for me. He also surprised me by saying he'd never kissed anyone before and how that had almost been the best part. I'd kissed a few girls by then and considered myself a bit of an expert. I liked it when he said I caught him by surprise and he'd been nervous for a few minutes that he might be doing it wrong, until he got into it.
As I say we found 5 other occasions to get together like this. Sometimes when he held the keys to the scout hall and sometimes when our parents were away for the day and we could use the house. I'm surprised looking back that we never just sneaked off into some bushes but I think deep down we were always trying to replicate the privacy we'd had the first time. We even found a way of him penetrating me that we liked. Both of us on our knees with him behind me. He would reach round and rub my cock until I came, latterly really coming, and wrap his arms around me passionately as he came inside me. In between times I think I thought almost exclusively about him and our lovemaking while I masturbated and I continued to think and even dream about him a lot still anyway.
Eventually it was me that moved on, finding a girlfriend who also flipped my head inside out. We still saw each other around from time to time and it never seemed awkward. I also saw him with girlfriends sometimes.
As for puppy love. Well I still remember very clearly the depth of profound longing I would have firstly just for his company and approbation and then later for the beautiful intimacy and trust that we experienced with each other. Not to mention the very hot sex we enjoyed together.
When I was in the boy scouts and about 12 years old I had a very strong crush on an older boy, probably about 14. He was very cool, good looking, athletic and toned, shoulder length dirty-blonde wavy hair, a real leader in the scouts and as much as anything kind and good to be around. I fell for him very hard and I thought about that song and how 'they just can't understand' how it made me feel to be around him or even just think back about how he had looked right at me and smiled or how he looked if we were playing a shirts v skins game and he was on skins. I promised myself I would never forget how strong it was and I haven't.
In the school holiday we used to have sleepovers in the scout hall, sometimes with the leaders but often just a smaller group led by some of the older boys. It was always great fun to be off the leash and we would find all sorts of reasons to do it. Looking back I'm amazed our parents went for it. Nobody had mobile phones back then and we were completely out of contact and beyond supervision. Not that long ago, it seems, but different times in a lot of ways.
One night we were down for about six or seven of us sleeping over. When I got there Ben had already collected the keys and opened up. We hung around in there and I remember loving having him to myself as we just passed a ball backward and forward and chatted. After a while it began to dawn on us that nobody else was coming. This was how arrangements were back then. You'd make them on the landline phone and then if something changed, hard luck. I remember learning later that two brothers had got grounded but can't remember if I ever knew what happened to the others.
Ben asked me what I wanted to do and I very quickly lied that my parents were staying out so I didn't know what to do. He said it was no big deal and we should just stay over. I remember thinking it was dirty of me to lie and make him have to put up with a 12 year old all night. I suppose all boys know the group dynamic and that the older boys sort of put up with us so they can hang out together.
Anyway, he certainly made the best of it. We made a big wood fire in the grate and set up camp beds in front of it. We went to the shop and got a load of snacks in and listened to some CDs that he'd brought, me in seventh heaven agreeing they were all great.
When we turned in for the night we were still chatting away. The fire was still going and I could see his face in the firelight. I was so happy. As he was talking I had my hand on my prepubescent dick, as I would have had anyway and I was just pulling very slowly on it so I didn't orgasm (I couldn't exactly cum yet) and everything in the world was absolutely perfect.
Then he stopped in mid sentence and said something to the tune that if I was going to play with it I should really wait until the fire died down so he couldn't see me doing it. I protested but he was just laughing, not unkindly, and I just trailed off. 'Can you cum yet?' he asked. I thought about saying I could but even as I was thinking I just said no. He said it wouldn't be long before I could and I hoped he wasn't wrong. Some boys in my class were already there, or at least they said they were. Then he just unzipped his sleeping bag and stood up in the firelight, completely naked and facing me. His cock was, if not fully developed, then a pretty good way along. I could see he was hairy down there in contrast to his otherwise smooth body and if I'd needed to know just how far along he was then his full erection pointing skyward with the exposed head told me all I needed to know.
'What do you think?' he asked me. He hadn't come onto me, this was what some would call just locker room talk really, but I couldn't stop myself from blurting out 'It's really nice' and the way I'd said it couldn't have left any doubt that I really meant it as well.
His expression changed to a more serious one and I could see hesitation on his face before he walked over and just sat down, fully naked on the edge of my camp bed. He looked at me again as if he was trying to make his mind up then he slid the zip of my sleeping bag down and slipped his hand inside saying 'Let's see yours then' and finding my still very hard little dick. I didn't say a word as he started to stroke it and pull it, then he pulled the sleeping bag away to expose it as he slowly masturbated me. I was embarrassed and hoping it wasn't too small and then, as if sensing this, he said 'yours is nice too'. He slipped off the edge of the camp bed so he was kneeling on the floor at it's side. With his other hand he lightly pushed back my hair, held my gaze and said 'I really like you'. Maybe he was too embarrassed to keep looking at me after he'd said it, though from the position he'd taken I would guess he was going to do it anyway, but immediately afterward, he broke eye contact and slid his wet lips down my very stiff dick. I only just had time to think to myself that it wasn't the first time he'd done this before I felt that lovely warm thrill of orgasm that for the first time actually did have a hint of liquid in it. Although I moaned a little I didn't pull away and I kept an erection as he continued to show his affection. At that time I could masturbate for hours without losing a hard on. This was amazing, he 'really liked me' and he was showing it in a way that I could never realistically have thought likely to happen. I was melting with happiness. I don't think I'd had an actual lucid thought for minutes until the point when I had an idea I should do something for him too and slipped my arm out of the camp bed to hold his rock hard erection. It was probably only average size but to me at that time felt huge in my hand and I was incredibly turned on as I stroked it up and down feeling it so big and knowing that it was his.
He took his mouth from my cock and grabbed his own sleeping bag, fully unzipping it and laying it out flat on the floor then lying down on it. I did the same with mine and lay down next to him pulling mine over us. I could feel his hard dick pressing into me and after stroking it for a minute I put my head under the cover and feeling something I'd never felt before, that I later identified as sexy...he'd made me feel really sexy, I took his lovely cock in my mouth and mimicked the actions he'd just performed on me. I thought about what I'd do if he came but it was literally only seconds before he did, spurting his hot cum into my mouth and I instinctively took it all and loved it, as he dug his nails deeply into my shoulders.
When I came up for air he was smiling but a bit embarrassed. So was I. I didn't know what to do next. He had taken the lead in everything but he seemed like he didn't know where to go from here and at that point I just took a chance, leaned in and kissed him. We must have carried on kissing for at least an hour, naked and rubbing our bodies against each other and I couldn't take my hand off his hard dick all that time. He was more relaxed then and told me that he'd liked me for ages and as soon as he'd realised there was only the two of us, he'd decided he would have to try to make something happen as it there would probably never be a better chance again. That's when I told him I was in love with him and had been for a long time. It felt great to say it out loud to him and led to us kissing passionately again. We finished off by 69ing, me orgasming two or three dry goes before he again came in my mouth.
The next morning he was scared. At some point I remember simply asking who he thought I would tell and how he thought it would go for me if I did. We said we would never do it again and apart from 5 other times we never did.
One time I asked him if he'd done it before, remembering how good he'd been sucking me off. He told me that his older cousin had made him do it a few times. That was when he was my age and his cousin was about 20. He said he'd hated it and was confused by how much he'd wanted to do it for me. He also surprised me by saying he'd never kissed anyone before and how that had almost been the best part. I'd kissed a few girls by then and considered myself a bit of an expert. I liked it when he said I caught him by surprise and he'd been nervous for a few minutes that he might be doing it wrong, until he got into it.
As I say we found 5 other occasions to get together like this. Sometimes when he held the keys to the scout hall and sometimes when our parents were away for the day and we could use the house. I'm surprised looking back that we never just sneaked off into some bushes but I think deep down we were always trying to replicate the privacy we'd had the first time. We even found a way of him penetrating me that we liked. Both of us on our knees with him behind me. He would reach round and rub my cock until I came, latterly really coming, and wrap his arms around me passionately as he came inside me. In between times I think I thought almost exclusively about him and our lovemaking while I masturbated and I continued to think and even dream about him a lot still anyway.
Eventually it was me that moved on, finding a girlfriend who also flipped my head inside out. We still saw each other around from time to time and it never seemed awkward. I also saw him with girlfriends sometimes.
As for puppy love. Well I still remember very clearly the depth of profound longing I would have firstly just for his company and approbation and then later for the beautiful intimacy and trust that we experienced with each other. Not to mention the very hot sex we enjoyed together.
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