Niklas Sverige

Carl

I've been lucky enough to have quite long and involved sexual relationships with a number of lovely children. Usually, they come to me, rather than my having to pursue them, and I found that to be true from this, my first time, when I was in my mid-twenties and living alone in the north east of England. I'd known most of my life that I was a boy lover, at least I was sure of it from puberty, around twelve years old when I started to notice younger boys and to have sexual desires for them. But until now I'd not met a boy who was interested in me. I was, in fact, still a virgin. In my teens I'd tried being with a few teenage girls, but I found that I just wasn't turned on by them and the relationships all fizzled out. They probably thought I was gay, but I have no interest in men, even in boys past puberty really.

One Saturday morning I was out front of my house washing my car when a boy I'd not see before, riding a bike, stopped on the other side of the street. He seemed to be having some trouble with the bike, so I went over to offer help. The chain had got stuck in the gearchange guide. I turned the bike upside down and together we eventually freed it, though not without getting our hands rather oily. While we worked at it, I glanced at the boy. He looked to be about eight or nine, slim, with dark brown hair, and very attractive in a quiet way. I asked him his name, to which he told me he was called Carl, he lived a few streets away, and was just out riding when the chain got stuck.

When we'd finished the job, I invited him inside for some juice and to clean off the oil from his hands. When he saw my big TV and films on BluRay, he looked interested, so I asked if he had time to stay and watch something. "Awesome!" he said, looking pleased to be asked. "My mum's at work so I don't have to be back until this afternoon." So we sat on the sofa and watched a Bond movie. It was thrilling to sit next to Carl, the boy was so open and likable. I was far too nervous to try anything so soon, I thought I might frighten him, so when he left I just suggested that he was welcome to come back any time I was in.

The following weekend at around the same time, I was again washing my car, hoping for a visit. And yes, Carl turned up again on his bike. I tried not to show how much I had wanted him to come back, but just was warm and friendly and invited him inside again. I couldn't help but ogle him a little while he was putting his bike behind my house. He was wearing grey cargo pants which didn't let me see much of his body, and a sweatshirt with the Toy Story logo on the front. He noticed me looking and told me that he was embarrassed by the shirt, it was quite babyish, but his mum made him wear it. I said that I thought he looked very nice, it didn't matter to me what he wore, which made him blush just a little. I wanted him to know, even slightly, that I liked him physically as well as in a friendly way.

Carl was more chatty this time, telling me about his week at school. It turned out that he lived alone with his mum; his father was simply not around much, but he didn't seem to want to talk about that. I really started to like this boy, he had a softness about him that made me want to hold him close and make him feel special. When we were once more on my sofa watching TV, I asked him, in a gentle way, why he would want to come back to see me – he was so nice that he must have lots of friends his own age. Carl looked a little shy, and said, "Actually I don't, not really, I just ride my bike a lot, and my mum's out at work such a lot that I don't like to sit at home too much. And you seem nice as well, you fixed my bike for me." I looked at him. He seemed sad, quite lonely. I wanted to be good to him.

I thought that I could either just be his friend, or right now take the plunge to something more. I looked at him carefully and said, "I know some things we could do that would make you feel really good. It's more for when you're older, but you might be ready to try. Do you think you know what I mean?"

Carl looked mystified and shook his head. I told him, "Well, it's things that grown ups do to show each other how much they like each other."

His expression changed to understanding. "You mean like kissing and stuff?" I nodded and said, "And other things, that you'll want to do a lot when you get to try them."

"But why would you want to do them with me?" Carl was plainly curious.

"Because you are so nice, I liked you from when I first saw you last week. And you've shown me that you're old enough to do these things, you're not a little boy any more." I hoped my appeal to his vanity might work… and it did. He nodded and said he'd like to try, if I thought he was ready. I told him that I only wanted him to feel good, and that if I did anything he didn't like, just to say and I'd never do it again, OK? Carl grinned and nodded to seal our little agreement.

I leant down and kissed him gently on the cheek. His skin was warm and smooth, and he didn't pull away, just let me. So I turned to him, put an arm around his shoulder and with my other hand lifted his chin. When I put my lips to his, I felt the little boy's body relax, yielding to me, letting me know this was nice for him. Encouraged, I said, "Carl, when grown ups kiss, they open their mouth so that they can kiss longer, and it feels better. Try it?" He nodded, his eyes wide. This time when I leant down to him, Carl had his lips open. I matched him and kissed him like a lover. That was simply wonderful, the first time I had kissed a little boy, and I wanted to carry on, it was so good. I shifted my hand from his narrow shoulder blade to the back of his head, gently holding him to me as we kissed. I felt him start to pull away after five or six seconds, but the light pressure of my hand was all it took to stop him. He kissed with a childish eagerness if not passion, and with a trust that struck me straight to the heart.

I could feel my arousal increasing and I found myself moaning softly around his small lips. Without thinking, I pushed my tongue into Carl's mouth. He pulled back in surprise. "Ummm… what did you do then?" he asked.

"It's a special kind of kissing," I said, smiling warmly and pressing forward to nibble at his lips again. Carl allowed that, but clearly wanted further explanation. "It's a kind of kissing that I think is really fun," I continued. "It's called French kissing."

"I've heard of that," he said ponderingly, as if trying to remember where he had read about such things.

"It's where two people kiss with their mouths open and touch their tongues together," I elaborated, hoping I had aroused Carl's curiosity if nothing else. I leaned in to kiss him again, and this time when my tongue pushed forward his lips parted with only a little uncertainty and my tongue slid easily between them.

It took him only a moment to get used to it. My tongue ran over his sharp teeth and quickly encountered his own slippery tongue. I swirled my tongue around his several times and, with a little suction, coaxed him to extend it into my mouth as well. I closed my lips gently around his tongue and sucked it as sensuously as I could. After a moment Carl's tongue retreated back into his mouth and I followed it with mine, very surprised to feel him clamp his lips around it and suck with a passion easily rivalling my own.

We played this game of tongue tag back and forth for several minutes. Then I had to stop, I was feeling too aroused. "Wow," I gasped, somewhat reluctantly pulling away from Carl's eager mouth. "You're good at this. Are you sure you never French kissed before?"

He grinned at me proudly. "This is my first time."

"You must like it then," I prompted him.

Carl looked happy. "It felt awesome, I loved it."

"OK, that's just the start," I told him. "But there's a lot more I want to show you." Carl nodded. I reached a hand down to his waist, undid the top button of Carl's cargo pants, which seemed quite loose fitting, and pulled down the zip. Carl looked a little unsure, but when I glanced at him for reassurance, he said quietly, "It's OK, you can touch me there." Looking down, I could see that he was wearing white boxer shorts beneath his trousers. I moved my hand further down so that my fingers were over his penis, which I could feel was soft beneath the fabric of the boxers. I began gently fondling him, loving the sensation of touching a little boy so intimately. I pulled him closer to me, feeling the warmth of his body against me.

To my pleasure, my caressing soon brought Carl's small penis to erection. From feeling it, I reckoned it was about three or four inches [8-10 cm] long. However, I realised that to do more with him I'd need to remove his cargo pants and boxer shorts. So I asked him, and he just did so, no bother at all, sliding them off and dropping them on the floor.

That was a beautiful sight. Carl's small genitals were completely hairless, showing no sign yet of that puberty which I thought was probably a couple of years away at least, plenty of time to enjoy him whilst he was still completely an undeveloped child. His little penis was standing up stiffly, the scrotum hanging beneath it, I could even make out each testicle, looking so ready for me to play with. I reached down and lightly cupped his balls in my hand, feeling their childish smallness. Carl murmured a quiet "Mmmmm" of pleasure, and I used my thumb and first two fingers to gently grasp the head of his stiff penis. The foreskin was warm, fleshy, and I could see through the end the tip of his glans and its little slit. As soon as I began slowly and rhythmically moving my hand, Carl let out a gasp of "Ohhhhh…" to let me know that he liked this. I could see a vein just under the skin of his little penis, pumping the blood around. I gradually increased the speed of my motion, and used my other hand to fondle his balls again. Carl just lay back on the sofa, his eyes closed, loving it. It didn't appear that he was able to orgasm yet, so after a few minutes of masturbating him, I slowed it down and took my hands away.

Carl's eyes opened. "That was the best thing ever!" he told me, his cheeks flushed.

"I'm really glad you liked it," I said. "Do you want to see what happens when I do it to myself?"

Carl looked fascinated. "Yeah, I do, I bet your willy's bigger than mine as well."

I laughed. "Carl, grown-ups call it a cock, a penis or a prick. And that's not all." I stood up, took off my jeans and the tight briefs I always wear, then sat back on the sofa next to Carl. The boy was very interested in seeing my genitals, and I let him look closely. My erect penis was maybe five and a half inches [14 cm] long and looked big when I compared it with Carl's cock which, to my pleasure, was still hard, and was, as I had earlier thought, probably under four inches [10 cm] long. I was still intensely aroused, my cock was really hard, and it felt so good to be able at last to masturbate. I watched Carl; he was gazing intently at my cock as I rubbed my foreskin to give myself the pleasure I'd been enjoying since I discovered it with a friend when we were ten years old, in his bedroom whilst his parents were out.

I stopped, and asked Carl if he'd like to help. "Can I?" he replied, looking pleased. I showed him how to grasp my foreskin firmly but not too hard, and then at first I put my hand around his to get him started. But after a few strokes he got the idea and I lay back on the sofa, watching this cute nine year old boy, my lover now, masturbating me to a climax. I was pretty sure he knew nothing of orgasm, apart from anything he'd been taught in sex education at school, so as I felt myself approach climax I panted to Carl, "Keep going… uhhhh, oh yes, Carl…. keep going… aaaaaahhhh!" My cock spurted its load out, over a surprised Carl's hand and forearm, and even more on my thigh and in my pubic hair.

As my orgasm subsided along with my penis, Carl told me he'd never seen that happen before, but he'd been told about it in a class at school, and it was really amazing. I said, "Well, I liked it too, you were really good at doing it, especially as it was your first time. You really haven't done this with another man?"

Carl looked pleased, and said, "No, you're the first man I've played with like this. Can we clean this off now?"

As we cleaned ourselves up with some tissues (although I ensured Carl washed himself before leaving – I didn't want him smelling of my cum when he got home), I told Carl that, when he was maybe ten or eleven, he'd be able to ejaculate – that is, to make semen when he played with his own cock. He admitted shyly that he'd been doing it a little bit when he was in bed at night, it felt so good to rub the end that he kept doing it, but he hadn't told anyone else. I reassured him that, most other boys were doing it too, and even most men too. He looked happy to be told this.

Whilst we got dressed, I asked Carl if he'd be able to come around regularly – what if his mother noticed? He said that his mum was out working a lot, so he'd just come over then. I told him seriously that he must never tell anyone about me, that I would get into very bad trouble. Carl told me in a sensible voice that he knew that, he didn't want anybody to stop him coming round so he'd not say a word.

Getting to know Carl

Carl began dropping by on his way home from school, allowing me the pleasure of seeing him in his uniform. He was in Year 4 (ages eight to nine) which put him half way through junior school in England, and he wore a dark blue t-shirt with black trousers which showed off his bottom and crotch quite nicely. I told him this and he went red, not being used to sexual compliments. I was clear with him that I really liked seeing his body and "doing sex stuff", and although Carl was very innocent and inexperienced, he told me that he really wanted to learn as it was so exciting.

That gave me freedom to play with Carl. I would ask him to undress in front of me, which was amazing. To watch this cute nine year old boy in his school uniform take off his clothes was a fantasy come true. There was not a trace of body hair yet and I loved every inch of his slim frame. Carl insisted that I undress too. He was always fascinated by my erection and pubic hair, and I enjoyed letting him stroke and touch me.

I really wanted to show Carl all the pleasures of lovemaking between a man and a boy, so on the third or fourth occasion I decided to suck his cock. I think it was a Saturday afternoon and we had hours to ourselves before Carl needed to be home for tea, so we both felt relaxed. By this point Carl and I spent much of our time together in my bedroom, as it was natural and easier. It was really pleasing that Carl was getting much more open and easy with me, treating me like a friend rather than as an adult. So we were lying on my bed, each of us in just our underpants – Carl in his boxers, me in my briefs. I'd asked Carl if he could wear briefs, but he said he had none and he'd have to ask his mum to get them for him, which was fine by me.

I lay next to Carl and slid my hand under his boxers. His little penis was already semi-erect, and as I fondled it with a couple of fingers and thumb, it soon was hard. I loved feeling him up under his underpants, it felt so naughty, and Carl would respond by putting his small hand under my briefs, playing with my own erect penis. This time I asked him quietly if he'd like me to suck his penis, as that was different from using my fingers. Carl looked interested, saying "OK, that sounds really good."

He helped me slide off his boxers, leaving that beautiful little cock sticking up, ready for my mouth to enjoy it. I lowered my face between his little legs. His little boy smell hung sweet in the air, and grew stronger as I drew closer. His thighs opened instinctively to accept me, and as my lips came near enough to finally embrace the virginal young member I saw him lift his hips from the bed, pushing his sex up to me in his eagerness. "Ohhhh," he sighed as my greedy mouth caressed his hard cock. I took it deeply at first, clamping my lips around its hairless base and swirling around the shaft with my tongue. A shudder moved through his lean body, like a wave of pleasure that seemed to start in his legs and ripple upwards through his gut and into his chest. I deliberately avoided his sensitive cockhead for the first moments, allowing him to get used to the idea of both of us enjoying his penis this way. When I felt him push up against my face again I knew he was ready.

I backed off slowly, my lips clinging to the slick young flesh as it slipped back out of my mouth. When just the tiny cockhead was left inside me, I reached out with the very tip of my tongue, licking the hot, hard knob and covering it in saliva. I flicked my tongue over his flesh and heard him cry out in sudden pleasure. I engulfed the cock again fully, sucking firmly and steadily, and when I felt two small hands at the back of my head I knew he was enraptured.

Because I knew that Carl was not yet capable of orgasm, I just sucked him steadily for a couple of minutes, hearing him moaning with deep pleasure, then as my mouth grew tired I slacked off, then stopped. Carl's small penis was rock hard, the foreskin wet with my saliva. As I snuggled next to him, he said, "Oh, God, that was incredible, even better than your hand, just like you said." I smiled at him and kissed him deeply. He must have tasted his own penis on my mouth, for he broke away and asked me, "Is that what my cock tastes like? I've never tasted anything like that before."

"Yeah, I suppose so," I replied, "but I like it a lot. I suppose it just takes some getting used to."

"If I do you, would your cock taste like that as well?" Carl sounded apprehensive at the thought of putting my penis in his mouth. "I mean, I really wanna try, but what if I really don't like it?

"That's OK," I reassured him, stroking his cheek with the back of my hand. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to. Or you can just see if you get to like it after a couple of goes, alright?" Carl looked happier, like he knew I wasn't going to make him do something nasty.

Mum's the word

My own worry was that his mum would notice the time he was spending neither with his friends nor at home: Carl would turn up several times a week after school, and either Saturday morning or afternoon. So I decided to take the bull by the horns and become known to his mum. I began helping Carl with his homework, and his mum noticed that it was getting done before she was home from work, and his marks were improving. He told her that he'd been getting help from "a really nice man who lives round the corner.".

Naturally she wanted to meet me, so Carl took me home when he knew she'd be in. Her name was Carol, and though initially wary, she warmed to me when she realised just how much Carl liked me and that he was getting good things from being with me. She even asked me to look after him when she was out, which of course I was pleased to do. I think she saw me as the missing father figure for her son. She must have suspected that there was some sexual element for me, but so long as her son was happy with me, why should she break us up?

So I felt much reassured that Carl and I would not get into trouble, so long as we were careful.

My turn

When I talked to Carl again about if he wanted to suck me off, I could tell that he was still a little unsure, thinking it might taste bad. These occasions of uncertainty reminded me of just how young Carl was, still a small child, and he didn't have the experience or confidence of an adult. I had no wish to coerce him into anything, but he was always willing to have a go and eventually decided to find out what it was like.

We were lying on my bed and, after we stripped off completely, Carl knelt between my thighs. He told me that my stiff cock looked really big and he wasn't sure how to do it. I just guided him gently, showing him how to start by licking the shaft. He put his lips tentatively around the glans of my penis just to taste it. I could see that, contrary to his expectations, he liked the feeling of a man's hard cock in his mouth. Well, I knew how much I loved Carl's penis between my lips, how the foreskin slid so easily up and down the glans to pleasure him and me, and it was obvious that Carl was starting to feel the same about my adult penis in his prepubescent mouth. At first, he just held the head of it in his mouth, and I felt his tongue licking all around it, so that he could get the taste of my cock, in case it was awful. But as it wasn't anything like as awful as he had thought it might be, he started to suck.

I stroked his hair and cheeks as he bobbed his head up and down to suck me off properly, just as he'd seen me do to him. It felt just so good to feel Carl's lips and tongue, moist around my achingly hard penis. I whispered to him to move a little faster, then soon I was losing control and I ejaculated, my cock gushing semen into Carl's mouth in three short bursts. He was expecting that by now, and quickly swallowed as much as he could, although the final burst spilled out on his lips and down his chin. I could see by his pained expression that he didn't much care for the taste of cum, but to his credit he didn't complain. "That wasn't so bad," he informed me as we relaxed together. "I didn't really like it when semen came out of your cock, but I quite liked sucking it, 'cos it felt really nice to make you get so excited." I was so pleased that Carl cared about pleasuring me. I kissed him deeply, tasting my cock and semen on his lips and tongue.

Going deeper inside

As time went on, I began to realise that this little boy was starting to mean a lot to me. I was counting the days until his next visit, thinking about him, wondering what he was doing. Looking back on these kinds of man-boy relationships that I've been having over the years, it seems to me that it wasn't romantic, it wasn't like boy-meets-girl, it was more of an intense male friendship with sex. I was physically extremely attracted to Carl, but I wasn't in love with him, it was simply very sexual. When I asked Carl one time why he continued to come round to my house, he thought for a while then answered, "I think it's because you're really nice to me, and I really, really like having sex with you, it's the best thing I've ever done." He looked so earnest as he told me this, I was overcome with happiness to be in this relationship with this wonderful little boy. I was aware that he was not sexually attracted to me, it was more the feelings he got from the sex, and that once he got past puberty my own feelings for him would become purely friendly, but I knew that we were good for each other right then.

On another occasion, I mentioned anal intercourse to Carl (I described it as a boy putting his penis up another boy's bottom). He had heard of it, but quite naturally thought it might hurt a lot, so I told him that if he wanted me to try it with him, we'd do it gradually, opening up his anus over time until he felt able to take my penis, as of course he was only nine and quite small. I also warned him (as I'd read on the Net that it's difficult to take a very young boy from behind without pain the first couple of times) that it might hurt a lot the first time, no matter how much we did beforehand, but that the more we did it, the better it would feel. Carl was not so worried as he had been before he sucked me off, and said, "I really want to have a go, I've liked everything so far."

So that's what we did. Over the next few weeks, I started with a couple of fingers in a condom inside him, pushing up until he felt uncomfortable, using lubricant to make it easier. Carl would get on all fours on my bed to do this and was quite curious as to how it would feel. I really liked exploring his childish body in this way, it felt incredibly intimate.

Then I tried a medium-sized carrot, perhaps four inches [10 cm] long, which was a little more difficult for Carl until he got used to it and I could slide it right inside his bottom. Carl told me it felt really funny to have something pushed up his bum, but quite nice, and he said that the lubricant helped a lot. Next, I used a larger carrot about six inches [15 cm] or so; by this time I could tell that Carl's anus was getting quite open and ready for my penis, as the carrot soon was sliding in quite deeply.

The first time we tried it with my penis was an afternoon after school. We'd decided the previous weekend that we'd go for it on Carl's next visit. He told me he'd been thinking about it all day at school, wondering what it would feel like with my penis going in his bum, but he really wanted to do it. This was my first time too, as Carl was the first boy I'd made love to. When we were naked on my bed, we kissed, and I played with Carl's cock for a while. I loved seeing that little prepubescent penis go hard, showing me that my young friend was getting aroused.

I got Carl to get on all fours and I put pillows under his stomach so that his bottom was pointing up for me. I smeared plenty of lubricant into his bum and on my stiff penis, then I positioned myself behind him, my cock between his slender buttocks. As I began penetrating the little boy's anus, it felt quite easy for me, as a result of the preparation we'd done to open him up. But inevitably, my adult penis was difficult for Carl to take beyond the first inch or so. As I pushed in further, no matter how gentle I was, it hurt him. However, Carl was determined to let me keep going. I heard him moan "Owww… that hurts… but don't stop, please keep it in there…" So I kept my cock half way into his tight, prepubescent anus, just holding it there for a couple of minutes. Gradually, Carl's pain subsided, and he said, "It feels a bit better now, if you want to do more, you can, I don't mind." So I slowly began thrusting in and out, making sure I didn't push in any deeper than I already had done. It was starting to feel just so good, Carl's childish anus was for me at least a lovely fit around my adult penis, and I held his slim thighs to keep me steady as I made love to him. Carl's breathing grew faster with my own as I speeded up my rhythm until I was pushing quite hard and fast into him. Oh, I could feel this nine-year-old boy's anus tight around my stiff cock driving my excitement – then I came, ejaculating my load of semen deep into Carl's willing body. I held Carl close as I climaxed, feeling his warmth against me. The semen filled Carl's small anus, making my softening penis feel wet as my orgasm faded away.

I pulled out of Carl, removed the pillows and took the little boy in my arms. He was clearly relieved that I'd done it, telling me, "That hurt so much at the start, but then later it got better, and I really liked it at the end when you spurted your stuff up my bum." That was a relief for me too, as I'd never have done anything to hurt him.

The next time Carl came round, I wanted to know if he was OK with what we'd done. He said that he'd felt a bit sore down there for a while, but it was all right now, and he didn't mind having another go – but maybe not today. I understood. Carl was such a lovely kid, he knew I didn't want to hurt him and he wanted both to please me and learn as much as he could about making love, so he was willing to put up with the pain of my adult penis inside him, hoping that – as I'd told him it would – eventually it would feel good for him as well as for me. So I didn't penetrate him anally that time, we just sucked each other in turn.

On Carl's next visit, though (I think the following Saturday), he was ready and willing to let me take him from behind again. I remember that he asked me to try pushing all my cock right in, as he knew I really wanted to. I think he could read my mind, but I said, "Are you sure? It might hurt just as much as last time."

Carl was insistent. "Well, I want to get used to your thingy inside my bum." The little boy was not yet used to saying the adult words for sexual things, although I was teaching them to him, and it was funny to hear him use childish terms to describe adult sexual acts.

I got him as prepared as I could, with KY pushed as deep into him as I could get my fingers. When I got on my knees behind him and moved my stiff penis to his buttocks, I could sense Carl gritting his teeth, ready for what he knew would hurt a lot. My cock slid in smoothly for the first couple of inches, then I held on tightly to his waist, telling Carl, "Right, I'm going to push it all in, are you ready, Carl?" I heard him say, "OK, do it, I'm ready," and then I steadily pushed my cock into Carl's anus.

"Oooowwwww!" Carl was not liking this, I could even tell he was crying a little bit but trying not to show it, being as strong as he could be. I'd never felt such love and admiration for a little boy as I did then, knowing that he was putting up with the pain to show he wanted to please me.

When my cock was completely inside the little boy's anus, I did as before and held it still for a minute or two. It felt incredibly tight around my penis. I reached forward and stroked Carl's hair and his naked back, soothing my young lover. Carl, his voice muffled a little by the duvet he was facing into, said quietly, "Oh, that really, really hurt, but it's not so bad now. I think I like feeling your thingy in my bum, it's quite nice with it just in there now. Maybe you could try moving it a bit, I want to see how it feels."

I very slowly, carefully began pulling back just a little, then pushing forward into Carl. "Uhhh, ow… no, keep on, it's all right," he told me, showing that it still hurt but not so much. That gave me the confidence to gradually increase the depth and speed of my thrusts, within a few strokes I was moving quite fast and deeply. I could hear Carl breathing hard with the exertion of coping with the size of my penis inside him, but he didn't sound to be in pain any more. I loved the feelings around my stiff cock, Carl's nine-year-old anus felt warm and smooth around it as I pushed into him and pulled out in the rhythm of my lovemaking of this wonderful little boy. Within a minute or so I was climaxing, feeling a glorious rush as warm semen gushed from my penis into Carl's anus and on into his rectum.

"Oh, I felt your semen go right inside me," Carl informed me as I lay next to him, holding his slender body to me. "I knew it'd be sore when you first put your cock right in, but then I got to quite like it, an' it was really good when you came, I loved feeling your cum in me, it was all warm and yummy inside my bum." I was really pleased that Carl had enjoyed being made love to by me, and I also liked that he was starting to use proper adult terms for sexual things, it made him seem more mature.

It was a real step forward for both Carl and me that we had now become lovers in every way, despite the age difference of about seventeen years.

Puberty arrives

Carl continued to come to my house over the next few months and we developed a close friendship. He would talk to me about school, friends, girls (although he liked us having sex, he really liked girls) and anything else which he couldn't talk about to anyone else. I don't know if early sexual experiences bring on early puberty, but about nine months after we'd first met, when Carl was about ten and a half, he became able to ejaculate. We discovered it together. A few weeks previously, when I was about to suck him off, I'd noticed the first soft, downy hairs around the base of Carl's penis. We talked about what that meant for him, that he was beginning the changes of puberty, and that he'd be able to come like me at some point soon, which Carl was really looking forward to.

Nothing changed for a few weeks, until one Saturday afternoon when we were playing around on my bed, kissing, stroking each other's penis and so on. Carl was getting quite aroused, his penis was hard and I decided to suck him off for a while. I got between his thighs, took his stiff little cock into my mouth and began sucking. It was obvious from Carl that he was really loving it, he was moaning and gasping with pleasure as I kept my lips tightly around his foreskin, moving faster until I realised he was actually climaxing – then I felt a gush of fluid into my mouth as Carl moaned "ohhhh…", then another, then a final smaller spurt. In total it was not a lot, just a couple of mouthfuls which I swallowed. It tasted warm, a little salty, not too nasty, it was probably just semen without yet any sperm as Carl was not even eleven years old.

I wasn't sure if Carl realised what he'd done, so when he relaxed, I told him that he'd cum real semen into my mouth at last, just like a grown man. Carl was really pleased and giggled with pleasure at this. "It felt brilliant, it was like I couldn't stop this feeling that went all over, though I thought at first that I was peeing into your mouth." He giggled again at the thought. "But then I realised that it was actually cum, like you'd told me would happen eventually. Wow!"

Although Carl continued to visit after this, I began to see that he was starting to lose interest and, when he told me about his first girlfriend, it was obvious that he needed to move on. I would still see him around, would say hello and chat, and Carl has been a friend to me even to the present day. And, as my first child love, he is very special.

The End