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I wrote the "Allan's New..." stories based on my own experiences and memories, so they are real experiences even though I have taken artistic license in the telling. As a result, these are fictionalized accounts of my story, any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental.
These stories never mention protected sex. But always use condoms and get tested regularly.
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Allan's New Boyfriend - Part 1 By: AllanNKnox
To say I grew up in a religious home is almost an understatement. My Father was a Deacon and my maternal Grandfather was also. If our denomination would have ordained women as deacons, my paternal Grandmother could easily have been one (and she would have made a fine Deacon - their loss). Every time the church doors were open, we were there. And this is where I met Davy. Both of our fathers were Deacons in the same church and our two families occasionally socialized outside of church as well
My earliest memories of Davy are when we were both about 4 years old, so we grew up knowing each other. Through all those years we were pals, if we were in the same room we were usually together except in worship services where our parents sat on opposite sides of the church; probably to keep us apart. We could get a bit rowdy when we were together.
Davy was a cute little boy that grew to become kind of dorky as a teenager and then blossomed into a really cute young man. (The last time I saw him was when we were both about 23.) At 12 Davy was still boyishly cute with reddish brown hair that looked red in the sunlight, a smattering of light freckles that got darker when he got some sun, honest eyes, a friendly smile and black framed glasses that gave him the dorky look. He had a small to medium build with a little of his baby fat (my Mother's term) left over that made his skin soft and silky smooth. He was masculine without being aggressive or domineering. Davy was my friend and I enjoyed every minute I spent with him.
When our church formed boys and girls auxiliary organizations, it was to be expected, being Deacons' kids, that Davy and I (who were 12 at the time) would join. Davy and I enjoyed this activity of the church because we got to do a lot of neat stuff and most of the time it was without either of our fathers being involved. That was the real treat, because it seemed that one or both of them were involved in every other aspect of the church. And because they split the older and younger boys into separate groups for most activities, Davy was even free of his older brother's oversight as well.
In late winter of the year Davy and I would turn 13, our group took on a project for the church making communion cup holders for the backs of the pews. The group met at our leader's house and worked in his basement every Thursday evening. This particular Thursday was nothing special, as usual Davy and I worked side by side and it was nearing time to go home when I felt the need to use the restroom. So I told Davy, "I gotta go pee." and got up to go. "I need to go too." he said getting up to follow me.
When I got to the bathroom door at the foot of the stairs, I knew Davy was behind me but I thought he would just wait until I was done to use it himself. So, I pushed open the door and entered. As I turned to close it, Davy was right there coming in behind me. This startled me. I sputtered, "What are you doing?"' "I'm goin' to pee." he said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. So, I said, "You want me to wait outside?" It was a fairly large bathroom with the toilet on the same wall as the door. Davy steps over to the toilet, stands facing me from the other side of the bowl and lifts the lid and seat, saying "No. Close the door. See we can stand on each side and pee it at the same time." Now I'm really startled; but I quickly realized what Davy was offering me, a chance to see his dick up close. If I had thought of it, I'd have suggested it myself. I said, "Okay." as I closed and pushed the lock button on the door knob.
By the time I had stepped up to the toilet across from Davy, he had already started to unzip, so I hurried to catch up. As we brought our dicks out and aimed them for the bowl, I could already feel the excitement of what we were doing start to make my dick grow. I thought, "Does he have a bigger dick than me or is he getting excited too?" Remember, the only dicks I had seen at this point were flaccid except for my own and Johnny's a year earlier (see my story, Allan's Firsts: Sexual Awareness). Actually we were both getting so excited that we were having trouble peeing. We were both having to force our dicks down just in case our bladders let go. Now, I didn't want to do it, but I just had to look away and try to take my mind off his dick long enough to pee. Well, it worked, my stream started and Davy's started moments after me.
When we were done, we both took a long time to milk the last of it out which brought us both back up to full mast. I was as nervous as hell; but if he wasn't stopping, so I wasn't stopping. Davy said, "It feels good to rub it like this, doesn't it?" "Yeah." I answered continuing to do what he was doing. "How often do you... rub it?" "About twice a day if I can get some time alone. I usually have to do it in the bathroom. You?" "About the same, but I do it in my bedroom." "I can't, I have to share a room with my brother." "When you do this long enough, does it build up and start feeling really good? "Yeah. Then the white stuff comes out. That happen to you?" "Me too." This was just too exciting!
Davy said still stroking himself as was I, "Did you ever wonder what it would feel like to play with another guy's dick like this? Wow! I was just thinking the same thing and was too afraid to ask. I couldn't speak so I just nodded my head. And Davy undid his belt and pants, pushing them down a bit in front so that his dick and balls were fully exposed. So I did the same. As I did this, he reached out with his right hand and wrapped his fingers around my erect dick. It was like he sent a small electric charge through my body when he touched it. My breath caught a little but I regained my composure enough to reach my right hand out and take a hold of his dick.
I don't know what I was expecting but it was at once different and the same. It was amazingly soft on the surface and amazingly hard underneath, and I realized that my dick must feel the same to him. It was like touching yourself from the outside, like you were a different person but could feel both bodies touching each other at the same time. I learned over the years that followed, that this sensation is always present in "good" sex. It is the feeling you get from a 69 that is in good sync or the feeling of fucking and masturbating your partner at the same time or being fucked and masturbated by a skilled lover. The feelings produced when Davy and I touched in that way, later became equated in my mind to two lovers bringing each other to orgasm at the same time.
These new feelings were amazing enough but we discovered something else that amazed us, both, our dicks were exactly the same size in length and girth, and we were both circumcised. The shape was a little different but not much, the difference was so small in fact that we could have been brothers.
I said, "Your dick feels the same size as mine." "They are the same size." he agreed, "We could be brothers." "Yeah, dick brothers." and I touched the end of his dick with the end of mine. We both laughed, then tried to stifle it so we wouldn't be heard.
Had we continued, one or both of us would have cum for sure, and soon. But just then we heard someone go up the stairs just outside the bathroom and realized that we had been in there for a long time. We didn't want to get caught literally with our pants down. So Davy said, "We'd better get back out there." and I agreed.
We were giddy with the rush of it all, conspiratorially giggling like school girls as we tried to stuff our hard dicks back into our pants. "Lets try to get together some other time when we can be alone and do this again." I said. "Yeah! But how?" I answered, "We'll figure something out." not having any idea of what we could do.
We returned to our work exchanging glances and knowing smiles until the leader told us all to store our work and tools until next time. As we were putting up our stuff, I had a bright idea, "Lets ask our parents if you can come home from school with me tomorrow and sleep over. I have my bedroom all to myself and we will have all night...?" "Lets do it." was his response.
So began a sexual adventure that wouldn't be eclipsed for pure excitement and longevity until I was well into my twenties. And considering where it started for Davy and I, you could also call it our introduction to "the T-Room trade." :-)
- END of PART 1, Part 2 coming soon...
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