Eleven is a magic age. It is a time of transformation. It is a time of soft jiggley flesh diapering and toned chests being reveled under the former frame. It is a time of doors opening and new found freedoms. It is a time of explorations and discoveries. It is a time of muscles whispering just under the surface and gossamer pubic hairs. It is a time for the nebulous concept of love to take root in the tender soil of the heart.

The following is the result of a game. Papa bare and I have e-mailed each other for a while and started this game. We would send three odd word that we needed to work into the plot of this story and we would each write a chapter. We have no idea where this story will end or how long it will go but here is the beginning. This first chapter is from Grassofhome, the same author of he childhood stories on this same site. Every bit of this is fiction and all parts are played by actors years

As we kissed I ran my hands over his now exposed chest and his warm back. My finger tips went past his belt and to his tender ass. As I made contact with his lower butt crack he stopped kissing and wiped off his lips. He hugged me close so our shoulders and chest touched at every possible spot and whispered into my ear, "Do me now." I undressed the slender lad and his dick sprang right out of his yellow

When Donny heard his mother calling it was morning. He had slept all afternoon and all night wrapped up in a comforter. He stood on the cold wooden floor and stretched his naked body in the breaking sum light. Naked! He was naked. He had not put on shorts after... you know... doing himself. And it was liberating. He flopped his morning hard-on around and peeked down the hall.

We only had minutes to wait for our plain. The sky captain approached my friend and said something that I can never forget. She bent at the said... and said,... "Prince Alex, would you follow me." Prince? Did she say prince? What the hell is going on. The he took me by the hand and asked if I could sit in first class with him seeing how we were going to the same place. She reluctantly agreed.

It was Thursday again and I had not shot my load since Monday when Terry had turned on the switch of my sex life. I did not bother wearing under shorts to the gym considering that I expected to be picked up on the way there. But I made it all the way to the gym and there was no long black car. There was no tall slender manwoman in a shinny red dress and big hat. I plodded up the stairs and put my duffle bag in my locker. As I opened the door of my locker a note fell out.

We lay in silenced for a wile and rolled half hard dicks in our fingers and dreamed of the passion only a few seconds past. He began to purr. It was hard to hear over the rain but it was there. he hummed from somewhere deep in his bowels. he shifted his hips to indicate pleasure and he began to erect his hairless tower again. "I do your brother sometimes." He said as he panted. "You do not! When?" "When your not here.

It was Monday and I had an extra , in my pocket. I was thinking of how I would spend it as the bell rang at school. I darted into the restroom and changed into my Doa Bok and put my shoes back on. I met Timmy at the flag pool and we walked the ten city blocks to Y. X. Kimtons Doa Jon. My ribs and kiddies still ached from the beating they had taken only a few days earlier. I was taken back to the excitement as we walked. I recalled the smell of sweat everywhere. I felt the tight nylon shorts that clung to my moist balls and dripping ass.

We ended at the iron fence to the park in front of town hall and rested our bear backs against the warm metal in the quickly cooling air. Town workers were packing up from a day of cleaning bird shit out of the city fountains. One of which was right behind us and the other two were secluded in corners of the fences in park. I said, "I guess this is good by until tomorrow at soccer practice.." then Jimmy bent toward me with his eyes closed and his lips pursed. I jumped back and said, "What the hell are you doing?" "I was just going to kiss you good-night.

Its supposed to be illegal for scouts to court athletes before the age of but you would be surprised at the level of bribery that goes on at younger levels when youre really good. The skys the limit. At the age of I had hit foot inches and was playing on the varsity teem. By the ninth grade I achieved state recognition for most valuable player for the combined Pennsylvania teem. That spring after the recruiters had worked over the older sports figures I got a visit from Frank.