I went to a pool party for a friend's 14th birthday. I knew him because we went to the same tutor. He was upper class, not upper middle class but "upper upper" class, in other words his family was very wealthy. His pool party was huge, my mom dropped me off and I realized very quickly that out of at least 150 kids, the only person I actually knew there was the birthday boy but he was mingling with his closer friends. I kind of stayed to myself in the pool and seemed to be invisible to the other kids who all seemed to know each other until a boy started talking to me. He was quite talkative, stayed with me in the pool, practically told me his life story. I could sort of sense that he may have had a mild intellectual disability but I could have been wrong.
As all the kids are hanging out, swimming, dancing, jumping in the bounce house, petting giant lizards (yes, he had a lizard petting zoo), eating their fair share of food and drinking soda, I'm sticking to this talkative kid. At some point he lifts his arm and shows me that he has underarm hair and asks if I have it. I tell him that I don't have a lot of underarm hair and I show him. He then drops his voice, swims a little closer and says "I also have hair down there. You know-" and he drops his voice even more and swims even closer and whispers close to my ear "doooownnnn theeere" while pointing down. I told him I did too and he asked if I wanted to see his hair. I thought he was going to show it to me right then and there so I said "not here". He told me that there was a place he could show me, so I got out of the pool with him and followed him.
It turns out he lived on the property in a guesthouse, I'm not sure what the arrangement was but he lived basically in the huge backyard in a two bedroom house. "My mom isn't home" he told me as we walked in, we went into his room and he lowered his swim trunks to show me a dark brown bush of hair. I returned the favor but of course I didn't leave a pool party and walk across a giant backyard to see hair. "Can you cum?" I asked while at the same time I began stroking. He walked right up to me and began stroking himself too. We were facing each other and stroking our dicks, he told me a story about having sex with five girls. Up until that point everything he said seemed believable but I just played along with the story. I told him he could cum on me since we'd be getting back in the pool anyway. He did, the first warm shot hitting my bellybutton and I aimed a little lower, my cum landing in his pubic bush.
I walked back to the pool party, his cum still on my tummy, but I spread it out so nobody was likely to have seen it and I jumped in the pool. We stayed together the rest of the party and I gave him my phone number and added him on Myspace thinking I had a new Jack Off Buddy but he never reached out to me again.
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I want to be careful how I write this. It seems this boy had already developed the skills that a lot of adults who do inappropriate things to young boys use. He scoped out the oddball kid, the one who seemed to be by himself and not socializing or even looking comfortable around all the other boys. The writer already described to us that he knew nobody there except the birthday boy, and I think this other boy spotted the writer and then made his move. That boy did not make his moves on any of the other boys at the party, probably because he knew many of them. When I was a boy, we had to be extremely cautious who might find out, because the worst possible thing would have been to be labeled a fag or a queer at school.
ReplyDeleteMy experience with those kind of guys that talk-talk-talk to you, will turn right around and talk-talk-talk about you including private things you did with him. Author is lucky he got an unexpected trick, but also lucky everybody was strangers.
ReplyDeleteWhat I want to mention about this post is the words "intellectual disability." Do not diss boys like that. Special-needs boys can be among the best friends you can ever have. I will not elaborate here, but an intimate relationship with a "special" friend was the best, most loyal friendship I had during my peak horny years. He made me feel like I was his entire world.
ReplyDeleteYou added him on Myspace? When did this happen 1870? I'm kidding of course but I agree he probably scoped you out,he was horny and wanted a partner. The underarm hair quickly leading into talk about pubic hair was his way of opening a gateway into sexual experimentation and gauging your interest. Since you didn't freak out when he mentioned and asked you about pubes, he took the next step. My little analysis.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Anon@ 7/7 9:23AM. He had a perfect non-committal opening statement and question to gauge if the OP might be amenable to moving on to bigger and better things. He didn't start with, "I know how to jerk off. Do you jerk off too?" The OP sure helped him out, though, by pretty much asking him that question right after they showed each other their pubes.
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