My first Love-Experiences as a young boy
all the pictures of the little child in this post is actually the real me. This story has actually happened. It was good.
me at 5 with my first male friend, William
When I was five years old I was already a very physical young child, and there were several men sort of in love with me. Some men, like my grandfather, loved me but didn’t dare to touch me, although I would have liked him to.
On the picture above you see me as a five year old boy with William, my very first male friend. I instantly wanted to make physical contact with the man with the mighty beard from the moment I first saw him, I considered him as “ hot”. And here I did not know him at all, but was free enough to put my little arms around him,and I wanted him to kiss my little child- lips, to feel his beard and tongue! I had a worked out plan already to tempt men! As a five-year-old boy, I did not have any shame yet. After I put my arm around him (at least I tried to reach for his neck!) I immediately felt his penis swelling.
So I started to dance for him. I had experienced before that this could work! After that I posed for him and showed him my muscles. Then he started to smile..And then a BIG smile arose in the middle of his bearded face.
Later that day he took my hand and pulled me into the toilet room, where he began to taste and lick my little body, my arms, my hands.
After doing that he carefully began to examen my tiny hole, stretching it a bit.
Then he did what I had hoped for: He began to penetrate my child-hole with one finger.
That was my first erotic experience, and I liked it a lot! Each day I let him play with my body, and he learned me how to handle his big cock with my hands. He learned me to masturbate myself, and him. After that I masturbated the whole day, even at the beach in full public. Times back then were much more liberal then they are now. I didn’t give a shit when people were watching me when I was discovering my boy-body. Most people were fine with free-spirited children like me, because they were free spirits too. How times have changed for the worse…
Within no time I was addicted to sex and wanted more, but the man with the beard, William, didn’t want to hurt a small five year old. We nearly fucked a little though (he had a very small penis that could enter my body very easily), but William was always too exited and mostly came after 30 or 40 seconds. So before he could enter me, my little butt was all wet and slippery!
Mostly I let him cum in my hands
and sometimes in my mouth.
I very much enjoyed all the attention and became more and more like a little boy-slut. So I tried to seduce other men because I wanted to be penetrated, but I did not succeed that summer.
In the years after this nothing much happened.
When I was few years older, 11, and one year later at 12, both in the summer, I had a love affair with a very nice man, a local French guy, François, who owned a couple of barns:
These pictures are the actual farms where I’ve been fucked countless times
these pictures are the real me as a boy, in the Auvergne where my adventures took place
In the second year when we met, I knew every corner of his barns, lying on my back, mostly in missionary position, sometimes he fucked me side-wise, doggy-style, or against a wall. We also had sex in my tent.
So this is how it all started:
He spend time with me in France, which was nice, because I loved having a little attention. On this very picture you see him carrying me on the wheelbarrow.
That was fun, he drove it to one of his barns with me still in it.
this picture was taken minutes before I was fucked very violently, for the first time
Inside the barn he lifted me up, and put me on a worktable. There was no one there, except just the two of us. My heart started pounding, I was very exited, but also nervous too.
Without asking me he took of my shirt, and began tasting my upper body. he was very exited, I could hear that…
He undressed, and wanted me to undress too. I was a little scared, but I did what he wanted me to do. He was very compelling and dominant but in a pleasant, erotic way. Then he took both of my hands and folded them around his huge fat cock. He squeezed my tiny fragile fingers very tight around his rod and began to fuck my hands in a harsh, rough way. Doing so, he produced uncontrolled, raspy screams.
I had never touched such cock before, MAN it was BIG…Bigger then I had ever felt and seen before. It was rock-hard, nice and slippery.
He began to touch my little cock. I was too nervous to get a full erection, but I liked being touched there the way he did. After pleasing me for about five minutes, he grabbed my hand again and moved it up and down his cock, now making grunting sounds. I was very excited, but still not quite comfortable. That changed when he started to lick my ears, and softly stroke my hair. He took all the time there, and I began trusting him completely from that moment on.
He was very very hot and it was clear that he wanted to go all the way, and fuck me.
He began to stretch my hole, and put his finger in me. That was very very exiting, but a bit hurting…I told him to ease up, because I was scared again that he would go to far…and that he would damage me. Then…he came to the brilliant idea to use some motor oil (which was there on a shelf to lubricate the agricultural machinery) to grease his cock and my hole.
Then he pushed his enormous glans (=gland) against my boy-pussy. I could feel immediately that he was way too big for me. When he entered me it was as if my buttocks were split in two. And when he pushed further I felt that my guts were about to tear out, and I started crying and asked him to stop, which he did.
But first he pumped all his warm white stuff inside of me, which was an incredible feeling. it just didn’t seem to stop, and I could feel that pumping boiling organ bursting inside of me…
The white stuff filled me up, and it was that much that it pored out of my hole and spattered on the ground. With no exaggeration this went on for almost a minute, making lots of sound…After that he slowly withdrew. His sperm kept poring out of me,at that table,on the ground..
It kept poring out of my body that whole further day. My anus and guts felt like they were numb. In fact they were numb. For days I had a little trouble walking, and my anus kept feeling sore for almost 3 weeks.
After that, still lying on the table,he started kissing me, very softly, and used a sweet soft voice to comfort me.Again I began feeling very warm with him, although he had fucked me way too to rough for the first time, I was a little 11yo boy, also very small for my age.
We couldn’t make love that summer anymore because it was physically not possible. But he loved my hands too and I could make him cum very easy with my little child fingers. about 3 times directly after our first fuck that same day…
He was really sorry that he lost his head that first time, but I fell totally in love with him. Unfortunately, a week later our holiday was over and our family had to move back to the north of Europe…I wish I could have stayed in France forever, so that François could fuck me whenever he wanted. Play with my body and kiss me whenever he desired.
One year later, I was 12.
And I was still over my head in love with him, with my French friend François…
I didn’t have a male friend for one full year, and I missed my François terribly!
So I was very excited that my parents decided to spend our next holiday at the same spot again, the Auvergne in France.
That period was the greatest time I had as a young boy. We had sex 4 times a day that summer, totally different then it was the first time. He was very patient and entered my body very slow, which I liked a lot..
We experimented with a lot of positions, he turned out to be a master boy-fucker and a great kisser. At the time I had an athletic body-structure, which he liked a lot, he loved my muscles and made me lots of compliments. In fact he solved one of the main problems I suffered at the time:
a VERY low self-esteem. In solving that he helped me to become the master musician that I am today!
My parents knew that we had something, but not that we had sex several times.
When I was 13 I began trying girls, which I liked! Still like actually, but my main attraction goes to boys..
So just 2 summers, and that was it….
As a child I drew this picture of the barn where François lived.
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