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With Pete

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Category: Male-Male (MM)
Submitted by: Mick Age: 15 then 64 now Gender: Male

Since the age of 12 I had fantasised about having a younger brother -- if not a brother than a playmate. He had to be a little younger as I wanted to look after him, and protect and defend him. A brother would have been great, as even if we fell out, we'd still love each other. I was such a romantic!

I was now 15 and I had charge of the football teams at the Catholic Boys' Club, where I was the appointed boys' leader. I played for the older team and managed the younger -- the U. 13s, for which Dennis played.

My captain, however was Peter, who also attended the Grammar School. He was half Italian and whilst not being pretty in the accepted sense of the word nonetheless captured my heart.

I distinctly remember walking home after school one evening, how Peter asked me,

"Mick, do you like me?"

I was taken aback by such candour. With feeling, I replied,

"Of course I do!" There was silence. His question had stirred something within me. I began to wonder whether Peter could become my next 'little brother'.

A few days later, I arranged to meet Peter in the upper room at our Club. I needed to discuss the weekend team with him. There was an old sofa in the room and we sat down to talk. When the team discussion was over, I summoned up the courage to say to him,

"Pete, do you like me?" echoing his question of a few days earlier.

"Of course I do!" he responded.

"How much do you like me," I pressed

Blushing slightly, Peter replied, "Quite a lot".

"You never show it," said I.

"What do you want me to do? -- Kiss you or something?" he challenged.

"We...well... it wouldn't be wrong if you did." I blustered.

"I know that." He replied nonchalantly.

"Well, why don't you then?" I almost pleaded.

Peter looked me straight in the eye and almost defiantly said,

"Alright! ...And with that he flung his arms round me and clamped his lips to mine giving me a long, luscious kiss. Could Peter be the little brother for whom I so desperately yearned? We kissed some more and I hugged him. Peter was a 'kissing bug' -- he just loved being kissed. After that meeting, we saw each other often, although we didn't always have the opportunity to kiss.

I couldn't wait to tell Fr Tony, our club leader, of my newfound love, as I frequently confided in him. He approved most heartily and invited the pair of us to his room one Saturday. We went up to the priest's room, and once inside, Fr. Tony locked the door and moved the speakers to their optimum position for perfect stereo. It just so happened that if the door was not locked, a speaker could be knocked over in the event of the door opening. Fr. Tony turned the music on. Peter sat on my lap in one armchair, Fr. Tony occupying the other. I kissed and cuddled Peter as he sat on my lap quite happily. The priest said he had things to do elsewhere, adding that I had better replace the speaker and relock the door behind him, which I duly did. I then returned to Peter and we carried on where we'd left off.

As I kissed him, my hand was stealing up Peter's creamy thigh, inside his grey flannel shorts and approached the soft material of his pants.

He moaned appreciatively.

My hand crept under the elastic hem of his underpants and soon I was grasping his extremely stiff nob. I began rubbing it quite slowly and lazily. Peter again moaned in appreciation, as he lay back sensuously in my arms. I kissed him passionately and he clasped my head in his hands. I was wildly, ecstatically, blissfully happy. I began masturbating him with a milking action, then I stopped squeezing, hoping to make this experience last longer.

"Oh!" he said reproachfully, "It was nearly coming then!"

I took hold of his penis again and began rubbing it faster. He moaned and arched his back as the orgasm approached. Within a very few minutes Peter's legs stiffened as did all the muscles in his abdomen. He groaned as the dry orgasm overtook him. His throbbing penis subsided and he gave a long satisfied sigh. I told him how much I loved him.

When Fr Tony returned, he smiled knowingly. I must have been grinning like the Cheshire Cat!

The following Saturday, I again needed to see Peter on football team business. Once more, we met in the upper room at the Club Hall. He sat on my knee as we discussed the pros and cons of certain players and positions. Team business was followed by the usual kisses and cuddles. I was very hesitant about initiating any sex play. I didn't want to take any liberties and maybe frighten away my potential 'little brother'. However, if there was one thing Peter did not do, it was procrastinate. He looked me straight in the eye and said directly,

"Do you want to wank my nob?"

"Do you want me to?" I riposted.

"I don't mind", came the reply.

"Well, as you suggested it, you must have some idea. Yes or no?" I persisted.

"Yes!" was the definitive answer.

Peter's tracksuit bottoms were round his ankles in a trice, and once more, my hand was up the left leg of his shorts, my eager fingers groping under the hem of his pants for his rock-hard cock. Why I never whipped his shorts and pants down I'll never know, any more than I'll never know why I never invited reciprocation.

Once we were out cycling two abreast and I reached across and fondled his crotch. It was several seconds before he realised what I was doing. We grinned at each other and stopped off at his house so we could enjoy some more kissing and cuddling.

Peter was quite aware of his proclivities even at the tender age of 13, as witnessed by a conversation we had whilst out walking.

"You know Mick, whenever I see Martin or Nicky (two delightful younger boys), I feel I want to wank their nobs -- it must be Nicky's hair. I don't know; I must be homosexual or something."

I said he probably wasn't, but like all healthy boys he was going through a phase in which he was exploring the homosexual side of his nature -- a side that we all have.

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