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, questions, comments, critisizim PLEASE DO! Nice to know people actually read this :) -> gtastory@gmail.com
Chapter 3: And so it Begins
"Wake up asshole, its noon", said Jason as he poked me into oblivion.
"Uhh!", I groggily rolled over to look at who was going to die. "... W..what? Why the hell are you in my house?!", I said in a loud, confused, and sleepy voice.
"Hey! Point that thing somewhere else!" he said, referencing to my morning wood.
"Huh", I said, waking up a little more and noticing what he was talking about. "Fuck. Go away." I stated as my hand slid down the front of my tented boxers. This was awkward... however, he seems cool about it. No freaking out or nothing.
"Your mom let me in. She told you to wake up, we're getting lunch!". The excitement in his voice was over whelming. "Besides, it's just a boner. I get them all the time."
Whoa. He doesn't care? Interesting, very interesting. "I don't fucking care about my boner. Your waking me up. I haven't even jerked o...", shit. We were friends, but we never really talked about this shit, or ever saw each other naked.
"...Off? You do it too?"
I nodded, as I dragged myself out of bed, capturing my boner in my pants (as much as you can when you wear them closer to your knees than your waist.) "All the time. Everyone does dumb ass", I said as-a-matter-of-fact. I had no fucking clue what I was talking about. Fortunately, my bullshitting was right!
I got to my feet and tugged on a shirt. I looked over at Jason who obviously had a boner. I shrugged it off and went outside to find this so called food. We devoured. My mom tried to spark a conversation with her distancing son by saying a few chit-chatty things, we just kept eating, and ignored. We got the hell out of my house as fast as humanly possible. We hopped in the ride we jacked the day before, and took off for the usual hang out. No one was there. We left, dumped the car, and got a new one without hot plates.
"Hey man. You ever think about actually going to school this year?", Jason asked.
"Queer.", I blurted out and continued driving. "Shut up and roll a joint man. I'm aching for a mid-afternoon toke." My head began to race after I realized the first word I blurted out. I was taken back to when I was woken up. I remembered my dream, shortly before I was torn from my reality. It was Jason. Sprawled out naked on my bed waiting for me with his non-descriptive penis. The dream seemed like I was visiting one of those XXX sites that blurs out the privates unless you pay.
"Keep your eyes on the fucking road!!" Once again I was torn from my reality, this time to Jason grabbing the wheel and pulling it right. I drifted over the center line and barely missed a cab. I didn't say anything. I just shrugged it off. "Damn G, what where you thinking about? You almost killed us." I didn't answer. "Fuck it. Lets just roll to my house, my family is gone, we'll blaze this j there."
And that we did! We got baked by hot boxing his bathroom. And thats when one thing led to another. Two, pubescent boys, hard for one another, and needing a release.
"Hey... remember when you said you jerked off?" This question threw me off guard. Jason and I never talked about this kinda shit.
"Actually, I said I didn't cause you walked in on me with my boner, before I could get off. It got you excited, eh?" I said, remember the bulge he had in his pants.
"Fuck you! It did not!" He punched me in the arm. It kinda hurt.
"Fuck you it didn't. I saw your boner!"
He gasped. "I... you... Liar!"
"Hey, chill out man. Its all cool." Was it? What the hell was I saying? Fuck. I don't know... I'm hard though! "Ya... cool. Everyone does it. We can do it now if you want." What. The. Fuck. What did I just say? He's going to call me a queer. I know it. Fuck. Fuck. Alienate my best friend.
"Alright."
"Fi..! Alright? Oh! Ya. Ok." I took a last haul from the joint, and tossed it in the toilet.
Without another word, he was standing and undoing his pants. He was definitely hard. I'd never seen his dick before, and I wanted to. Oh did I want to. His pants dropped with the unclasping of his belt, and his boxers had a tent! Ooo. He whipped it out. It was 4" uncut, with a nice girth. Almost no hair save a few wisps at the base of his cock. He stroked it, and all I could do is stare at his grape-sized balls swinging in his wrinkled up sack.
"Yo...u... just uhhh. Going to... stare... or. uhhh, join?" he said with a grin, in the midst of his beating.
Fuck! I'm staring! ... But its so nice. Right. I have a job to do here. Lets get it done. I nodded. "I wasn't staring... ya..." I was done talking! I whipped out my dick and gave that thing a beating it'd never forget. I swear, my kids'll be born with headaches! Kids? Shit. Better not think about it. We're rocking here!
We only lasted a few moments as we were each others own porn movie. I stared at him as he beat his meat, and he stared at me. We both knew it too. We both shot and almost the same time. I think watching the cum flow from his slit sent me over the edge, or maybe the other way around. I didn't care. I was creaming myself... or rather, his floor. It was awesome. I straddled the tub's ledge, so did he. We both stared at our deflating cocks both with a bead cum still falling from the tip. What a sight. We sat there for awhile, and I only moved cause my ass was starting to hurt. I stood up and the bead stayed half on the tub, and half on me. My cock was Spiderman.
In a stoned tone, Jason laughed, "Dude, your cock is spraying webbing.", he stood up as he said it. "Haha! Mine too! Dude, this is awesome."
I nodded, and reached for the tissue paper to clean up and did so. "So... what now?"
He grinned. I knew what he was thinking. He knew I knew what he was thinking, so we both pulled up our pants and hit up his parents liquor cabinet. "Oh ya! Lets get some crown going!"
"Dude! Thats the only thing my parents drink, they'll know I took it!" he said in earnest concern.
"Ya, like they wont notice the other dozens of bottles we've jacked from them. Fucking idiot." I scolded him.
He shrugged, grabbed the bottle, and straight for the coke we went! Nothing better than a coke and rye on ice. "Sweet man. This is going to fucking rock"
We plugged in his X-Box and started playing some Halo. Kinda lost track of time. It was almost 10pm when his parents walked in the door to see us there, drunk and stoned out of our minds. I think this was bad... well, I don't know. Don't care, not my parents.
"What the fuck!" his dad screamed. I wasn't down for screaming.
"What the fuck what?" I retorted, brimming with intelligence This conversation wasn't going to go anywhere good, I think.
"Who the hell are you!?" He bellowed.
Ok, I guess I'd never been at his house long enough to meet his family... I wonder why! "Uhh. Your illegitimate child, dad! Don't you remember that hooker you knocked up 13 years ago!?" Ok, so I have a way with words when I've been drinking.
He didn't speak for sometime, I think he might have some secrets. That, or rage was consuming him. I mean, I understand where he's coming from. If I walked into my house and found a bunch of kids drinking my liquor, I'd kill them! "Listen you little bastard..." Wrong words.
"Only because of you!" Ok... I think I'm done here.
"Get the fuck out of my house!" he screamed. I think I saw a vein.
I grabbed the bottle, and dodged him as he tried to swipe his liquor back. "Too slow old man! Hahaha". That's when I tripped down their front stairs and broke the bottle on the sidewalk. I was fine of course, bruise here, scrape there. What ever. Jason ran after me, and we sprinted off into the night not able to hear the ragings of his dad from afar.
We made it quite a ways away before he fell into me laughing so hard he was nearly crying. We fell to the ground with him in my arms. It wasn't hard to knock me over, see, prior to his dad getting there we put a huge dent in that bottle. I leaned up against a fence with my friend between my legs leaning up against me.
After the tears subsided "Dude! That was fucking awesome! I never even say a word to my dad when he gets all pissed the fuck off like that. He was fuming!"
"It was nothing! I'm used to that shit cause my mom and uhh, him yell at me like that all the time."
"Illegitimate child?! Where the fuck did you pull that from?!"
I shrugged. "I'm a fucking genius. Duh."
"... Uhh. Dude?"
"Ya?"
"Your getting hard..."
"Well fuck. I'm drunk! I can't help it!... What ever. Lets get the fuck outta here and blaze at the park" I said, pushing him up off me to his feet... kinda.
After a stumble or five, we where both standing erect... in more ways than one! I looked around. Shit, we left the ride outside Jason's house. Oh well. Took us no longer than half a block to find the perfect ride. We hopped in, and where off after a few snaps of plastic and a steering lock. We rolled by are favorite spots with a freshly hot boxed civic. No one. I glanced at the clock, 11:30.
"Fuck this, its almost curfew time anyways, lets peace out." I said. And that was it, he nodded, and I dropped him off at his house, and sped away. I rolled up to my house at about 10 to again. Boy, I keep skimming by! I walked in the house, look at the clock on the wall. Fuck. It was 12:30am. Fuck FUCK FUCK! I breached. Fuck. The cops will be by in the morning to pick me up... but not if I'm not here. I turned and headed for the door.
"Hey." my brother said, scaring the shit out of me.
"What the fuck?! Why'd you scare me like that!"
"I didn't mean to!"
I was dizzy. Mostly from the booze, but I didn't want to go back to jail. "Fine... just.. fuck"
"Don't worry about it. I pretended I was you."
"You did?... Why?"
"I dunno... Mom was crushed last time you were send to jail... I didn't want to see her like that again."
Fuck. Of course, for mommy. What ever, I'm not going to jail. "Thanks." I stumbled to my room, and tried to use the computer, but the screen was movin'n shit. So I just threw myself onto my bed, and stroked off, remembering the feeling I had with Jason pressed up tight against my throbbing cock. I don't remember if I came or not.