Bare Boy's Skimpy Sex Stories
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Emari Valdicar
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Warning: This book is intended for mature adults only. It contains explicit sexual content and coarse language.
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Hey, names... Well, my real name is not important. My friends call me Bare Boy, so you can too. I guess I have always known I was different. I wasn’t like my other three brothers, I had weird mannerisms that my family constantly corrected, which were just normal to me. My dad never invited me to any sports activities like he did my bros. I guess he knew about me since then too. I'm older now, and I am still out there looking for love, sometimes in all the wrong places, but you live and learn. This is one of my stories...
Chapter 1
First Crush
Since a young age, about 10, I was fascinated by dick. I remember the first time I saw one. I was walking back home from school, when I found this picture lying on the side of the road. I couldn't make it out. I showed it off to my friends, and they all knew what it was except me. I was pretty naive at that age. They said it was a lady’s mouth sucking a fully erect penis. I finally saw it. It was then when I knew I wanted to be her, that girl in the picture sucking that big, juicy cock. After that school year, I remember just having these guy friends, which in my mind where the cutest: Nestor, Michael, and Arthur. They were older, wiser, or so I thought. We would always rough house and try to de-pants each other every chance we had. I was always aroused by this somehow. Why? It was elementary school. I did not know then that I was gay.
Middle school was rough. I began using these thick brown glasses, so I really just kept to myself, and studied a lot. I would even catch up on some homework during lunch. Yeah, I became a nerd. I remember the atmosphere around school was pretty violent. Gangs of all types roamed the halls, they owned the school. One time they even pushed a gym teacher into a glass award case, just because he tried to stop a fight. I have glimpses of some girl getting gang banged during recess, a swarm of cocks ready and willing to fuck her. Quick flashbacks that still linger in my mind, yet I only remember the cocks, not much more than that. And this one depraved act is the sole cause of my visits to the local bathhouses, but that is another story...
My older cousin Luke started his high school year and was pretty good at football. He had never had a stable father figure, as did I. They lived in an apartment complex, complete with a pool. Most summers I did not want to leave his side. We were always getting ourselves into trouble. My cousin always liked being the center of attention. One night, we sneaked out and climbed the gated fence surrounding the pool. I watched as my cousin took off his nylon basketball shorts that showed off his bulge and dove naked into the pool. I immediately followed and dove in after him. I loved it. The feeling of being free, no clothes on, and the ever-present desire to get caught was exhilarating. I watched my cousin get in and out of the pool. I was in awe of his body. Tanned body, toned muscles, hardly any fat on him, with a six pack that was the envy of the entire school. My dick got hard, so I stopped diving. He is my cousin, I know but I didn't care then. I felt free with him.
He had been playing football since he was in middle school, and I remember going to some of his games and cheering him on. I looked up to him, followed him around like a bitch in heat, even trying to get permission from my parents to spend the night at his mom’s place every chance I got. We had our ritual after a game; we would head to his place, grab some sandwiches and go straight to his room. We then talked about the game, his passes, and his touchdowns. And I knew he always took a shower after every game. So I would pretend to hear his stories, as he enthusiastically spoke about his plays, and I watched as he undressed in front of me. He never had any inhibitions about his body. He loved it, I loved it. He stood there in his jockstrap. His body was pretty cut, his abs protruding, covered in dirt and sweat. As he took off his jockstrap, my attention shifted, it was my only chance to sneak a peek. It was a sight to see. He kept his pubes trimmed, allowing his dick to be viewed in its entirety. His balls were sagging from the intense heat inside the jockstrap, and his dick drooped even lower, halfway down his thigh. I then knew I had a crush, not on him mind you, but on his dick.
Eventually after many weeks of mere glances, I felt the need to at least touch this thing that took possession of my dreams. So I always found an excuse to spend the night at my cousin's. Sometimes my parents had to force me to go home. On one sleep over, as I lay there next to his ripped body, almost naked if it wasn't for his boxers, I pretended to sleep. And when he began snoring heavily, I knew he was sound asleep. I reached out my left arm and placed it over his abs. His body was so warm. I lifted the thin sheet we shared to expose his boxers. He always wore the ones that have an opening in the front, no button, just an open door. I reached in, getting closer to gaining access to my tormentor. My hand trembled. I grabbed his cock and pulled it out of its confinement, ever so slowly. I stared at it fascinated by its size and thickness. I then put it back in and went to sleep satisfied.
By this time my crush turned to an addiction, it came to interfere with my immediate family. I hardly wanted to stay at my parent’s house. My brothers were boring. My family was distant as usual. One night, as I lay there next to my cousin, I encountered something different. A fully erect dick! I was stunned! I didn't know it could get any bigger. I wondered the actual size of it, so I tried desperately to find a ruler, without making too much noise. But after some precious minutes were lost, I whispered to myself, “Fuck It!”, and I used my hands. It measured four times the size of my hand. At that time my hands were smaller, but nonetheless his dick was huge to me. Admiring the length and girth of this perfect specimen, I began to slowly caress it. I fell asleep thinking to myself that one day I would have one that size to call my own. From then on I began falling deeper and deeper for him. And this time it was all of him.
I loved the stories Luke would tell me, hearing every word that came from his mouth. Some of it was real, some of it was bullshit. He had the tendency to throw in some exaggerations to make his stories more exciting. Yet, I loved hearing all the little details, even if they were made up.
During that summer I began having pains in my stomach and at one point I couldn't even walk! My parents took me to the emergency room where they found out my appendix was about to burst. After I had my appendix taken out and conscious, I laid there on the hospital bed missing him.
I couldn't wear pants for several months because they would hurt my stitches, so I always had these thin shorts on. No underwear either, the elastic band was too painful. After these very lonely months in my own bed, thinking of what trouble I would be getting into with Luke if it wasn’t for the damn surgery. Probably in my cousin’s bed, I thought. Months passed and I got better. As before, I started my routine of spending time with my cousin again. That first night back at my cousin’s, I told him this lie, about how I couldn't wear anything to bed as it bothered me to sleep. He bought it. I slept naked. After several nights he began doing the same. We both laid there naked. Laughing as his dick started to rise under the sheets. He laughed and said that he could slap his stomach without using his hands. I was intrigued. He then proceeded to move his hips and his dick started hitting his stomach, making a loud slapping noise. We both laughed hard. I wanted to try it too. I always followed his lead. We later sneaked into the hall naked and peed in the toilet. As we stood there crossing streams, I admired his penis. It looked like it was exhausted, red from all the attention it had been getting. He then started to cum and this freaked me out as I had never witnessed this before. Without thinking I reached over and grabbed his tender head, and he let me squeeze out the last drop of cum from his pee hole. I tried and tried to cum that night, jacking off at all hours, but I couldn't. I was only twelve. We went back to his bed, laying there with nothing between us. I closed my eyes, and happily went to sleep.
The next morning, his mom woke us up, good thing she didn't turn on the lights, she was reminding us that we had to lock the door and that she was leaving for work. His mom remained oblivious to what we had done the night before.
We woke up late that morning and remained naked the whole afternoon. I watched my Saturday morning cartoons in bed as my plump bare ass laid there in bed. My cousin woke up a few hours later fully erect and played around with his dick for awhile, cutting my concentration from the TV set. He inserted a VHS cassette into the VCR (An outdated machine that played movies back in the day). It was a porno. I had never seen one before. So naturally my curiosity peaked. This blond lady was getting fucked in the ass. I stared at her in awe. Luke got on top of me and laid there for quite a while. His body was warm, cozy even. I could feel his throbbing dick teasing my asshole; he played around it as I followed his every move. I then started to move my hips, as we reenacted what the people in the porn movie were doing. I could see from the mirror on the headboard that he was enjoying it. So was I. I was a horny little fucker. He never penetrated; yet his erect cock rubbed on my ass wildly, making his cock redder by the minute. I proceeded to jack off with my right hand. He finally came all over my ass and at that moment I felt this great pleasure. A pleasure I cannot describe. I had never felt such a sensation up to that point in my life. I then came all over the mattress. I never felt so confused and so alive at the same time. I had found my calling. After that my life focused, not so much on him anymore, but on the pure thrill of masturbation. You name it, I cummed on it: school, church, public bathrooms. Like I said, I was a horny little fucker.
After some time, Luke and I grew apart; he started hanging around the wrong crowd. He got into drugs, girls, and stealing cars. He went to jail for a while for grand theft. Once in a blue moon, I still think of him. Hope he fucked some guy in the slammer and thought of me...
Another chapter coming out every month!
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About the author:
Emari Valdicar was an extra in several short films during his college years and now writes songs in his spare time. Author of the highly controversial report Follow the Duct Tape and the psychological true short story Chasing Demons. He is currently working on an erotic fantasy saga, The Omega Zoidion Wars. He resides in New York.