This story holds no truth to anything. Its kind of a biography, but its been changed of course, names and locations to be more fictional and hardly reflect anything I've done. It also includes underage boys engaging in sexual activities... yadda yadda, don't sue me, :D If you want to send me feed back, gtastory@gmail.com
The car began to drift as I took the turn going over one-hundred kilometers an hour. I hit the desolate streets of suburban Vancouver, red lights and sirens blaring behind me. My foot got heavy, pressing down the gas, reaching speeds I'd never known a civic to hit. The life of my cohort was not even remotely on my mind, the only thing I could think of was the rush, and thrill of the chase. Lights became dim, sounds muted; they where gone. I began to slow down, and pulled over to the side of the road to catch my breath. The chase and thrill got me hard, I couldn't wait to get home... home... Shit! My curfew!
"Dude! Its almost midnight! I'm going to miss curfew!", I blurted out rather loudly.
"Aw fuck man. Not again! We can still make it! You wont have to go back, just get the fucking going man!", Jason stated.
Thats me, Greg Tomas Andreason. The advantages of being a rather tall 13 year old meant you always got to drive! I stand about 5'9", and about 170lbs. I have brown curly hair... afro really. I'm a quarter black that gives me a few desirable features! I'm not too defined, I definitely have my share of muscle though. That guy next to me is my best friend in the world, Jason Biggs. He's about 5'4" and 120lbs with black wavy hair, just long enough to drown his ears. We'd been friends for only a year or so, but we spent nearly every waking hour with one another. We met at the beach one night... or really, thats when we started hanging out. You see, we both 'go' to the same High school but we never really talked. Ya know, that whole to cool for you type demeanor. Until I found out he likes to party! I was getting drunk at the beach when another crew of people showed up, he was one of them, the rest is history. We've been friends since.
"Shit man! Stop staring off into space like that." Jason yelled, grabbing me back to reality. "Go go go!"
"Ya! Right!", I agreed.
We took off, testing the cars 0-60 time. We got back to my house at 10 minutes to midnight. I said good bye to Jason and took off running into the house.
"Hi mom!" I shouted as I entered.
"Hello son. Staying out of trouble?", she said rhetorically.
I laughed in response and went into my room just as the phone rang. I knew who it was; metro. The city calling to make sure I'm not breaking curfew. Lets just say, that when your 12, you have two guns, in a stolen car, two pounds of weed, and an ounce of coke, the city enforcement group likes to keep tabs on you after they set you 'free'. I said my hellos to them, everything was good. I flung myself onto my bed with thoughts of the rush endeared earlier, I was hard again. I always rode my pants low, just below the base of my cock, so getting it out wasn't to difficult. I was hard and uncut. 6" long 6" around. I beat that thing like it owed me money. I fondled my balls with my spare hand. After a few moments, I took my hand from my balls and wrapped it around my other, to aid in a more furious, quicker pace. It didn't take much longer after switching to this new position, I shot a few loads which oozed itself down my shaft and onto my hands. I whipped it off in my little patch of hair, which didn't do much. I pulled up my boxers and whipped the rest off on those.