Rubbing Ric SeXStoRY

Ric and I met when we were no more than four years old, when our respective parents moved into the same new row-house neighborhood. He lived six houses away, and was part of the little gang of us who grew up together. There were half a dozen of us, all within about a year of the same age, and we were inseparable, even as pre-schoolers. There was no kindergarten program in our county, so we all hung out together constantly for three or four years until we started the first grade. Ric was always the leader in any game we played, whether it was soldiers, cowboys & Indians, or something we’d made up entirely on our own. Sometimes his dominance annoyed me. But I didn’t really notice Ric until one day when we were in eighth grade. This was the first year that we’d started changing clothes for gym, and all of us were about thirteen, just starting puberty. Ric’s locker was close to the gym door, and one day as I entered after class, I saw him sitting, naked in front of his locker, with the most delicious erection. Ric’s parents are Italian, and he has a nice olive complexion and medium-brown hair. His back was to me as I entered, and what struck my eye first was a bright red, throbbing cock, pointed straight up at the ceiling. He was sitting there looking at it, as though it were some foreign object that had just popped out of his abdomen. His facial expression showed confusion, as much as anything. I’d never thought much about sex one way or the other before then, much less boy-sex, but when I saw that hard-on of his, something in me just snapped to attention. Only later, when I thought back on it, was I able to picture the smooth arc of his back, that depression along the spine, and the little triangle at the top of his ass crack. All that smooth, tan skin. I didn’t understand why or how, but I just knew I wanted that red cock, which was about the color of one of those pickled hot sausages you find in a convenience store. Over the next few months, I’d find myself directly behind Ric in the lunch line every day. As we waited to enter the cafeteria, the teachers would herd us together fairly closely, for some reason I’ve never learned. I never missed an opportunity to rub against Ric, and sometimes I was quite bold in rubbing my cock on his butt, even dry-humping a little bit. Ric never reacted much, one way or another, so I imagine he must have enjoyed it. Once I actually came in my pants while doing this. Luckily they were dark-colored, and when we got into the cafeteria I “accidentally” spilled milk on myself to distract attention from the spooge stain that was spreading on my front. This was the closest we got to a real-life encounter, but I have fantasized about Ric for most of my life. Next, I will write down some of those and share them with you…