DISCLAIMERS (AKA The part where one covers one's ass from legal repercussions) 1) This story is pure fiction; any similarities to real people, places, and events are nothing more than coincidence. 2) If it is illegal for you to be reading this story due to your age, or homosexual content please leave now. 3) If the idea of homosexuality, gay sex, or offensive language bothers or offends you do not read any further (although what you'd be doing on a gay story site intrigues me)
"I can't believe you guys!" I yelled angrily at my parents as I stormed to my room slamming the door as loudly as I could behind me.
My parents had just out of the blue sprung it on me that we were going to up and move from Chicago to some hole in the wall town over a thousand miles away in Washington state. I guess I shouldn't have been all that surprised I was 17 and rarely consulted about anything that goes on. It seemed like the bigger the decision the more I was excluded.
I was born to parents who always put their careers ahead of family, friends, and well about any other pleasures life has to offer. My dad worked as a VP for one of Chicago's larger corporations, and my mom as a doctor. They both spent more time at their jobs than they did at home, which at 17 was a very good thing for me. But this newest development was completely unacceptable. Dad was offered a job as president for some company in the pacific northwest, my mom found a job at a local hospital, and they waited until everything was finalized to think hmm maybe we should let Aaron know so he can uproot his life in one week or less.
I sat in my room trying to digest all this new information that I'd just learned about. I lay back on my bed and started thinking about everything I was going to miss. I mean all my friends, the shopping, the restaurants, and the ever so popular section of the city known as "Boy's Town" that I had just allowed myself to discover about 6 months before. I'd known I was gay since I was 13. It dawned on me when I was exploring my young body in the shower and thinking about hot guys in my class or on TV instead of the girls I was supposed to be thinking about that maybe something about me was different. I went through my first 3 teenage years feeling alone, ashamed, and afraid. At first I wanted more than anything to be straight like everybody else, to stop hearing about how I was going to hell and was an abomination, but then one fateful day discovered Boy's Town. I began to see that I wasn't the only one, and that I was who I was. Then just when I was finally ready to embrace who I was, I was going to be uprooted to some hick town where I would probably be the only gay guy within 100 miles.
I sat up and began to look at myself in the mirror. I had changed a lot in the last year. I grew my hair out so it was now shaggy and blonde (what can I say if I couldn't have Jesse McCartney at least I could look like him), I started myself on a strict diet and exercise program so my once skinny teenage frame was now starting to get definition. My chest was definitely getting larger and more toned and I smiled to myself when I noticed I was getting the start of a 6 pack across my belly. I figured I weighted around 140 and thanks to the place across the street had a nice tan going.
I'd already asked if I could stay in Chicago, get an apartment and finish out school with my class, and of course they said no. Not because of the money, and not because they wanted me around, but because of what people who knew them would think. I mean they weren't horrible parents, they gave me everything a teenager could ever want, but I don't think they realized that what they should have given me was more time instead of more stuff. But this latest move on their part had me convinced that we weren't an average family and probably never would be. There was love, but it was very seldom that we spent any real time together as a family, and never talked about anything. This latest case illustrates my case perfectly, they make decisions and I'm expected to follow without as much as a word.
I walked over to my computer and checked my messenger program, but quickly decided against that. I was still in shock and really wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody, besides what could they possibly say to make me feel better? Instead I decided that I needed to find something to take my mind off of things, at least for a little while. I began to search the web using the usual words on a young man's mind; you know words like sex, gay porn, and so on until I found what I was looking for. On the monitor in front of me was a video clip of two guys, who couldn't have been more than a few years older than me sucking each other in the hottest 69 I think I'd ever seen. As I watched the screen I began to rub the growing bulge in the front of my jeans wishing more than anything to experience what it must be like to be with a guy. Without taking my eyes off the screen I began to undo my belt, open the fly of my jeans, and slide them out of the way. My hand instinctually slid under my boxers and wrapped around the base of my now throbbing cock. My cock was slightly over 6.5 inches long, cut, and about average width. I pulled my hand out slipped my boxers around my ankles and decided to just go for it. Leaning back in my chair I wrapped one hand around my favorite organ and started to jerk it up and down as I'd done so many times before, while allowing the other one to move in and massage my still virgin hole.
After a few short minutes I could feel the pressure building up and knew I wasn't going to last for much longer. My eyes were still glued to the guys on my computer who were now moaning wildly as they sampled each other's cocks. The view then changed to a close up of one of the boy's faces as he let the wet dick pass between his lips and down his throat. I never thought somebody could look that sexy while giving what appeared to be a great blowjob. I couldn't take it anymore I closed my eyes leaned back in my chair and felt several warm spurts of cum land on my hand. After cleaning myself off I looked back at the screen in time to see them both shoot two beautiful loads down each other's throats.
It was then and there that I made a promise to myself... I didn't have a choice about leaving the city, I didn't have a choice about where we were going, but I did have one more week before I had to go. I told myself that before I left the city for a place where there probably weren't any gay guys I was going to experience what it was like to have sex with another guy.
... To be continued
Lets see where to begin... I've been reading the stories on here for a while now and thought I'd try my hand at writing. So if you're reading this I'm assuming you read the above story too, thank you. I'd really appreciate any comments or feedback as it will influence whether I write a part two or let it die. Feel free to contact me via aim under the screen name niftyguy60173 or via email at niftyguy60173@aim.com. Thanks again.