Well. It seems my copy/paste skills are not quite up to par, so I kinda hacked out the last few lines of Chapter 1. So, uhh here! ------------------------------------------------------------ What a release. My cock was semi-hard when I got up and walked to my computer. I flicked the mouse and watched as the screen burst to life. I began chatting with friends and stuff, and playing an online game I ever so love. Jason was online! I switched open an IM window and chatted about stuff. I lit a smoke and polished off the last of a mickey I hid under my bed, and passed out. ------------------------------------------------------------ Ok. Thats the end of Chapter 1 :D. I just wanted it to get a basis for some characters and where I'm going to take them. I do regret not going into more detail about the main character, but meh! More to come. I'm going to take this chapter as an introduction to our Greg, and see where it goes. 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
I don't talk much about myself. I guess I'm ashamed of the way I live. My life has been pretty crazy. I grew up in a rather rich area of town, even though I had only a mom, and some person posing to be my father. We weren't rich by any means, but my mom sacrificed things, despite the arguing of my 'dad'. She wanted the best for us and fought for it (I just didn't realize it at the time)! And no matter what, when we really needed that extra buck, dad was always there to bring home the bacon. I guess thats why he was there for so long. Then there is my brother, a mammoth among 14 year olds. He's huge, always has been. He stands 6'3" and at 220lbs. He's majorly dyslexic, but yet he gets through school alright. Total fucking mommas boy. I hate it how he sucks up to her, oh god I hate it. He tells on me, he blurts shit out that I used to tell him in strictest confidence. I guess thats why I lost my first best friend.
Shits been fucked up since I turned 11. Thats when we left the place I had called home for 8 years. I started a new school, and rebelled! I felt my mom always loved my brother more, which is why she'd up rooted me from my school. It was only across town, but at 11, thats a huge distance to travel. He wanted to go to the bigger, better high school which was on the other side of the city from where we lived, so off we went! I hated her, my brother, and of course 'dad' who always got the back end of my hatred because I didn't really have any reason to hate him. Sloppy thirds if you will. Thats kinda when I started drinking. I'd take off with a bottle from my pantry, go to a nearby park and drink. Thats how I met the people I knew. They where all much older than me but thought I was cool cause I was just as big as them, but so much younger. They're the people who introduced me to drugs and sex! Now, at the time it was just with women much older than me. It was boring, but it got me off. I didn't look at women to much sexually. I liked boys my age best. I thought they where the cutest things alive.
This went on till shortly after I turned 12. Its when I met Jason. All I'd do is drink, toke up and fuck! Ahh... what a life. Eventually things came to a harsh stop. My 'friends' began to see me as a freeloader who just took all there drugs, and women. I was cut off. I needed money and I needed it now. Thats when a few things caught my eye. These drug things I ever so loved, not only gave me an escape, but my first job! I began exchanging it for money, and all I did was smoke my profit away. I'd break even and get all the drugs and booze I needed. I got greedy. I needed more. I found out about a ring of people who would make a few thousand a night by lifting cars. I was kinda scared. I didn't know to much about drugs, but I knew stealing cars was wrong. Really wrong. So I was apprehensive about doing it. Some how, Jason, talked me into it. What we'd do is steal the cars, and sell what ever we where selling out of the car, then either dump it, or take it to a chop shop. This was all well and good until I was making a huge delivery for some bikers, and the cops got wind of my reeking, glowing red hot license plate. Shit. I spent 6 months in a detention center with 18 months of parole to follow. See, I'm not a bad person, had I know what was in that bag, I might have just said no. If things where only that easy. You don't look at the delivery you do for bikers, they don't appreciate your snooping into they're business. You also don't rat out who you got the package from to the cops, so what did I do? Tell them it was mine! And thanks to the Youth Act, 6 months was better than a bullet to the head!
Anyways, I got out. And it was sweet. Freedom at last! Did it change me? Fuck no. I went back to the same old shit, just this time, I had to be home by midnight to get a call from metro and tell them I'm not breaking my parole. Suckers. And, well, thats about me... Ok, ok. Right. Erotic. Eeesh. Well, I started jacking off when I was 12, oddly enough -after- I lost my virginity. I was sheltered... I guess. Heh. Puberty hit me hard at 12; got hair. My dick had always been 4+inches from as long as I can remember, but damn. Suddenly I had testicles! Shaaawing! Two acorn sized balls wrapped up in a hairless, wrinkled sack, which hung almost lower than my cock (soft, of course). My foreskin went just slightly passed the tip of my penis but was really loose. When it was soft, I could pull it back -really- far and make it look like a brain. This gave me kicks for hours (well, until I got a hard-on anyways).
Now, there's Jason. We've never really talked much about sex other than 'oh, I'd fuck that bitch, oh ya'. Which was odd, it was always on my mind, but the subject never came up. We'd never even been remotely naked with one another. We'd just meet up and go do our thing. I never really thought about him sexually until one fateful, horny day, as most good stories go. See, after I met Jason, I never fucked a girl again. Mostly because I just wasn't in the environment where that was easy for a 12 year old anymore. Thats kinda how I started jerkin off. I figured "Hey, if it works in a pussy, why not a hand?" So clever. We never slept at each others houses, mostly because that wasn't cool for kids trying to be adults... they never did it! So ya, alone, pantless never showed up. Oh well. Anyways! Enough about me.