I was about nine yearsold. Ian and Harry were eleven. One time, we all played dirty under thebasement stairs in Harry's house. The two boys talked me ...into showing themmy penis and they showed me theirs. They talked me into letting them puttheir boy dicks in my mouth. To this day, when I sometimes smell certainsmells, my memory flashes back to that strange clean taste and smell oftheir stiffies that were bigger than mine. That next year, our friendshipssort of drifted apart and Harry moved. Me bhi is baat ko note kar raha tha…shayad use bhi ye baat pata hogi…aur phir last me hum ansal ke garden me gaye…waha kafi coupls bethe the,…aur ek dusre ke kiss aur hug kar rahe the,…aur hum un sab ko dekh kar aage chale gaye…tu usne aage ja kar kaha ki ye sab kya kar rahe hai tu mene kaha ki ek dusre ko pyaar kar rahe hai..tu mene sahi time ka fayada utha kar usse purpose kar diya…me kaha ki divya i love u me tum se ye baat kaafi din se kehna chahta tha lekin keh nahi payaa…tu wo kuch derr. And then, my eyes betrayed me. As he stood there his eyes were cold, like a killer shark. He watched my eyes leave his, and travel down his chest, down his flat muscled abs, and stop at his bulge. It was so big. It really did seem like a cucumber was behind those black boxer briefs. I just openly stared right at it. Then, the heavy silence was stopped. Rick calmly said four words to me. "Beg for it, Timmy." My eyes shot up to his. I was not expecting those words. I knew I had fear on. I found it a bit odd that the location of the home probably wasn’t in the same area as Craig’s home/kids but I figured I was over analyzing a bit. John came back with a few cold ones and we started playing pool, I don’t know what you call it but you had to just sink in the five balls of your series (I had 6-10). We had just started on game two when I noticed a woman with a beer in her hand. Well, that’s not completely true. I noticed a small breasted woman in lingerie and didn’t notice the.