Roland and I (Part 1)

By: Anonymous

Hi guys! First time ko magsulat for KK. Avid-reader ako, yes, but I never thought na magco-contribute kai nahihiya ako. But here I am writing about my childhood. I am now 30 years old but I remember it like it was just yesterday.
   (Sorry if the story is in English was comfortable along mag sultan sa English. I am not trying to sound sosyal, this is just my comfortable medium. This is my recollection on what happened between Roland and I).

   It was a hot day. Hot enough that Roland had to remain topless for the past two hours while he is working on all the chores for the day. Since his chores include cleaning the house, doing the laundry, and tending to the plants in the garden, it was almost like a treat was handed to me from the heavens. Fate brought us together to this day. Had my mother not hire him as our houseboy, had I not called in sick so that I will not present my project at school, I would not be right here, right now, with this boy.
  
   As hot as the day was, I honestly believe Roland was hotter. With his brown, chiseled torso and his abs almost coming out, I could believe I am in hell right now. He is hot as hell. In any case, I think I might see myself in hell one day—lusting after this young boy in his adolescence, dreaming about his sweaty chest and his tight arms, I can definitely see myself in hell because of the sin of the mind. After all, why would a then seven-year-old boy like me even feel lust? I was very young and I did not know that it was lust that I was feeling back then. But I know that I could not wait for the evening so that I could come while my blanket is wrapped around my small, hairless penis.

   I was still new with masturbation—every come that I experience gives me thrill that I almost believe I could die. The first time I masturbated was when I was lusting over some pictures of guys in underwear in the little packages of newly-bought briefs. I rubbed my dick on the pillow in my bedside until I felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest and I let out a cry, literally, I was in tears. After the discovery, I could not stop. I jacked-off at least three times a day on a weekday and only once during the weekend because everyone is around and I know if I insist on jacking-off I would get caught. I had different scenarios in my mind: sometimes I would think that I was a girl and a boy was kissing me, sometimes I would just look at pictures of guys, and most of the time, I imagine another boy jacking-off and i got so thrilled with the idea that all boys do this. I would imagine my neighbors masturbating, I would imagine that in the same evening another boy was masturbating only a few houses away from me, I would remember something that I’d seen earlier that day—I would imagine all sorts of things.

   But none has had me lust over anything more than when the first time I saw Roland topless. He was a tall, light-brown skinned boy, with a smile that would almost make my heart explode, and eyes that would pierce my very innocence. Everyday, when  Roland comes in and starts his work, I would pretend to be interested in anything that he does. I would follow him, ask him to play with me, and even bring him snacks that I saved during my recess. I could almost say that I was in love with him. I know that I am seven and he is probably fifteen (I’m not really sure) but I know that we are guys and what I was doing every evening with my blanket is not exactly ‘correct’—that I know much.
   But I could not stop lusting over him.

   One day, I was the only one at home when he came over. Both my parents had someplace they needed to be and they brought with them my other siblings—they just waited for Roland to come so that he can watch over me while they are away for the day. I didn't know that time they’s be back so I know I had to act fast. I was a crazy little boy and my imagination was both over-the-top and stupid. I wanted Roland to catch me masturbating.
   I prepared the scene. I know Roland was doing the laundry today so that means that he had to go to each room to get the pile of laundry. I did not lock my door and left a little gap open while I laid my lithe body down with nothing but socks (for some reasons, when I was little, I could not go anywhere without waring any socks). I was hard as a rock and I wanted to come already—my hand was itching and so were my balls. I could blow any minute. With my stiff little, pre-pubescent penis pointing directly upwards, I was waiting for Roland to come in. I did not even know what I expected to happen, I just wanted him to see me naked.
   After what seemed like a million years the door swung open and I could smell the man-ness of Roland wafting in. I had my eyes closed the whole time (pretending that I was asleep) and all I could hear was him coming in and sitting beside me. I swear my heart was about to blow up. My eyes were still closed and I continued to pretend that I was asleep. My dick is slowly softening now—maybe it was a bad idea, this would be the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen. My mind was racing: what if he told my parents what I was doing? What if I get spanked and grounded? What if—?

   My mind was still racing when I felt a warm, wet, enveloping feeling around my genitals—not my dick—my genitals. It was all around me, swallowing me like I was a piece of candy and I am inside a very welcoming mouth. In fact it was. I almost kicked Roland’s face when the ecstasy hit me. On that very second, I came. I cam so hard inside Roland’s mouth and I did not even move or rub my penis or do anything. I felt my soul explode inside his mouth, his warm tongue playing with both my balls and my hard dick while my thin come spread inside his cheeks. I could not believe the sensation that I was feeling. When he tried to swallow, it’s as if he is pulling me inside his throat. I felt welcome, I felt good.

   He did not stop sucking me. Even when I was hard again and my stomach was feeling funny, he did not stop. I could feel myself going to another explosion, I shouted, “Tama na!”. That means stop in our dialect. But Roland didn't stop. He used his hands to pull me closer to him. both his hands were in my very slim waist as he hungered for more of my boy juice. I was now lying in his lap. My head still in my bed, while my feet are on the floor. His left hand on my flat stomach trying to tickle me (it felt good), while his right hand was under my shoulders. He pushed my genitals outside his mouth and brought my face to his.

   I never thought my first kiss would be like this—his warm saliva and my thin come mixed in his mouth as he pushed his tongue inside mine. I could taste myself in my first kiss. Tears roll down my cheeks as I embrace this new feeling of euphoria. I let out a small moan while our lips are intertwined. He stopped for a moment and I wonder. I looked down—I just came again.

   To be continued…