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It's a boys' life!
By Andrew van Ryan
Copyright 2005
After my Father died recently, I was given the task of clearing out my childhood home. While doing so, I re-discovered seventeen notebooks, each one filled with the day by day accounts of my adolescent life. They were hidden in an old suitcase at the back of my bedroom closet, apparently right where I'd left them upon my abrupt departure at age nineteen.
I'd never returned to live in that house, yet my room still remained as it was the day I left. I think my mother held onto the notion that I'd return home someday and would still need the things my room contained. She'd died suddenly, preceding my father into eternal rest by five years, so I didn't get to ask her reasons for keeping my things.
My departure from home had not been on bad terms, not in the slightest, and yes, I had visited my parents often over the ensuing years. I just never had a reason to live there again once I left the nest.
Lucky for me my mother felt whatever way she did for now I'm left with something no amount of money can buy. I have the history of my young life, entered in my own hand, as it happened.
I wrote in these journals beginning the day after my tenth birthday and with only a few days missed here and there, continued on right up until the summer of my nineteenth year. I noted each new addition to these journals with a sequential number, followed sometimes, but not always with the date. A grand total of 3267 entries made in not quite nine and a half years, some only a paragraph or two in length while some of the others fill page upon page. The longest is over sixty pages and reading it brought back every raw emotion I was feeling the on day I'd entered it.
The story you are about to read is true, with very little embellishment. I have altered the names of everyone, keeping only my own unchanged and I omitted some details which might be too easily linked to persons not wishing to be identified.
I also changed my texts into story form, so as to make it less like reading a diary and more a narrative accounting. I created these new story versions while retaining the language and expressions utilized in my teenage compositions, thereby hoping to preserve what had struck me most as I read my old diaries.
The joy and exuberance, the fears and the tears, the highs and the lows I experienced as a teenage homosexual are all here, wildly shouting from the pages "Youth, Youth, Youth!"
Hope my life as a teenager entertains you!
Story #1: The Afternoon Sex Club
"So what am I going to write about?" I asked myself.
"I know the guys who'll read this are mostly gay and quite likely horney. At least some of them will be. So what should I reveal about myself? Maybe a little, maybe everything." I thought.
The idea of revealing everything seemed too gigantic, almost impossible to accomplish. Yet, it felt good, almost necessary as I thought it over. But that would take too long and probably bore others to tears. So, I decided to tell the parts which would reveal the true me and give the readers something with which to relieve their urges as well. So, here I go...
Introducing... Andrew van Ryan!
(That's me).
I'm an average, but good looking guy. Six foot four inches tall with long strawberry-blond hair that seems to be dulling into strawberry dirty blond as I get older. Pale sea green eyes that almost look blue if I'm not feeling well or if I'm depressed. Cute, say most of my friends. Good looking and boyishly handsome by some other's descriptions.
At my age you'd think I'd have lots of pubic hair, but I don't. Only a tiny patch at the base of my cock. And my cock? Let me say this, first. One thing about it that seems kinda different than almost all the other boys cocks I've seen is how it's shaped like a big pink banana. It curves slightly downward from the base, and then goes straight the rest of its length. All my close friends refer to my cock as "looking like a pink banana" and I guess that's OK, but when they tried to nickname me The Big Pink Banana, it was too much.
So now they call me "Big Pink", that is when I let them, of course! Other than the slight curve, my cock looks just like every other normal, circumcised big dick! He he! I'm blushing now for telling you all this, and trying to make fun of my situation, which is growing bigger even as I write!
Being thin also makes my cock look bigger, I suppose. I only weigh145 pounds, but I really don't look all that skinny. My girlfriend, Linda (I'll explain about her later!) says I'm "luxuriously thin" and that's the way I think of myself, too. Tall, thin, over the shoulder length strawberry blond hair with a big cock, what more could I ask for? Oh, and cute, my friend just reminded me, but I don't like saying that. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I'd rather just say I'm not ugly!
Well, nobody is perfect and the flaws I've got are really noticeable.
First, is my voice. Everybody says I've got the most annoying, whining tone of voice they've ever heard. Imagine that; now combine it with a really bad lisp... Awful, huh? I can get around the lisp by inflecting an accent and mute the whining by dropping the pitch of my voice down a few notes. It's hard remembering to do those two things all the time, but I've gotten better at it. Maybe with time my voice will get to be less annoying. I sure hope so.
I have an Uncle who teaches distinctive dialects to movie stars in Hollywood and he's helped by giving me some diction lessons. My Grandmother who's from England helps me, too. Having a lisp just ain't cool, `specially if you wanna live though high school!
My second flaw is the nasty scar on my left cheek. I'm gonna wait until later to explain exactly how I got it, but I hate looking in the mirror every day and seeing it staring back at me. My buddies tell me I make too big a deal about it and a few kids even say it makes me look cool, like I'm some sort of tough guy'. But I think it sucks, especially cause of how it got there.
I'm nearly sixteen, but still got a couple months to go.
I've already mentioned having a big cock, so maybe you're curious and want to know more? Ok, I'll tell you, but first let me stop giggling and blushing! Em... well, it's getting really hard right now! He he! I know, I know, you want to know just how big it is, right?
Naturally, I'm physically in proportion to my height, so my cock is big, but it's actually a bit bigger than just being in proportion. I know you're probably thinking,"he just measured it" and you're right! What boy hasn't used a ruler to satisfy his curiosity?
Mine stands 8 and one quarter inches when it's fully erect and lately that's at least four times a day! Now I bet you're wondering about the "four times a day" remark. Thinking about telling you why I get hard four times daily is getting me really hard right now, as if I wasn't going there anyway. Did I mention I'm sitting here naked while I'm writing? That's so I can jack off anytime the urge strikes and I think I'm beginning to get that urge right now!
Hey! I think I like telling you all this and I'm wondering if you're going to end up naked and jerking it off. I sure hope so! It would be so cool if I could see you cum, but I guess I'll just have to use my imagination!
Yep, it's true! I like to masturbate, and I like it a lot! So, I do it before getting out of bed in the morning, again in the shower before school, in the evening when I shower before bedtime, and then a final time just before falling asleep. And tonight, I'm doing it again, right now! Wait... just ... a...
Ok, I gonna CUM!!.. AHhhh!....Umm...um...um...um...ah... Uhh... Whew!
Shit...It's hard to write when you're cumming! OK, give me a minute to clean up...
So much for the basics! I really think my best feature is my wild side, the persona I present to most of my friends. Little do they know that I'm really just shy and acting wild is the way I handle not feeling like I fit in.
And I don't. Fit in, that is. I just can't get past the idea of me being a homosexual. It's a secret I keep from everyone, except for those few guys at school who are also like me. It's not that I feel bad about being queer, `cause I don't feel bad about that at all. I quite like my sexual self, as you've just found out!
No, it's because I have this huge fear of certain people finding out, like my parents, or my older brother and I'm afraid of what might happen to me. I fear I might get the shit beat out of me and become hated by them forever, just because I've made love with another human being.
Now, how much sense does that make? None, to me anyway.
So I often wonder about why I'm queer and contemplate on how people act like it's such a big deal when It's not. I mean, really, we're all just flesh and blood. If only more people could be like my older sister.
My sister knows how I like guys, `cause I told her. We've always been close, so after I'd realized all this stuff about liking other boys, I really needed to talk with someone and she was my natural choice. At the time I was only eleven years old and felt very apprehensive about telling her, but she didn't even blink an eye. After I'd finished confessing my secret, she smiled and said "I've thought you might be gay and it's not a big deal. It's just the way it is. You're my little brother and I love you. ALWAYS!"
Then she patted my shaggy head, brushed away my tears, and pulled me close for a big hug. Wow! Cool sister, huh?
To everybody else, I keep my secret hidden. Well, not to everyone. Like I said, I have my small circle of friends who are just like me. They're not "out" either, so we've kind of made-up this `club' and it's a secret, too. Well, almost. It's a secret from those who wouldn't like or approve of what we do, yet some of the guys have told their parents! A few did this because their moms and dads already know about them and some of these parents even said it was OK, giving permission for their boys to have the rest of us over after school each day.
Keeping us safe from the bad things that can happen to a young boy if the wrong people find out certain things was the motivation these parents had when agreeing to let us hang out at their homes.
This way, we would all be together while they were still at work and as the saying goes, there's safety in numbers. Not to mention we're well hidden from the eyes of the law within the safe walls of their homes.
It got started by accident, almost. I think some of us had been talking and we'd agreed on our number one fear. None of us wanted to get caught out somewhere having sex, by the police. Getting arrested, having our parents notified and then getting sentenced to six months detention in Juvenile Hall. Not to mention making it into the newspaper! It sucks how they can print "the son of Mr. & Mrs. So and So..." like no one from your schools' gonna figure it out. Hopefully that new law to protect minors' identity will pass in the up-coming election.
That's something that always struck me as weird, anyway. How is it, when a boy is caught participating in a homosexual act, his punishment is getting sent to an all-boys prison where he'll get to have sex with every horney little shit in the place?
The two guys I knew who'd been there didn't mind the sex at all, but they hated the rest of it. Daily intimidations from guards, the "therapy" sessions where these creepy old shrinks told you how mentally ill you were and how you could be cured if you'd just do what they told you to do... eeewww!
Back when we first started talking about all this scary jail stuff, I was just 12. Hearing all that "boy talk" made me sure I didn't want to get sent to Juvy, so when the idea of an after school club came up, I immediately volunteered to help get it started.
Soon, the "Afternoon Sex Club" came into being and this is my story about how it started...
God, sometimes Norman really pisses me off! Today, Jim and I were lying in the tall grass near the barranca. We were making out really heavy, french kissin' and feeling each other up while rolling in the grass and I'd just got my hand inside his pants when Norman shows up.
"Hey, you little queers! Why don't cha take turns suckin' my dick?"
Norm called out as he approached.
"Impossible." I snorted at him. "No one can suck you."
"Why not?" he asked, stopping in his tracks.
"'Cause you ARE a dick!" I snickered.
Meanwhile, Jim slipped out from under me and began buttoning up his pants. I turned to look at him and disappointment registered on my face.
"Jim! What're you doing? Don't leave!"
"What if my mom heard Norman talking?" Jim said as he looked in the direction of his parents' house, well over a quarter mile in the distance.
"Fuck! If she can hear me that far away, she's gotta be Wonder Woman!" Norm huffed. "Sit down and take your pants off, Jim."
Jim looked from Norm to me.
"Really?"
"God Jim, he was just joking" I said as I shook my head.
"No, really!" Norm replied. "I wanna show you guys something I discovered last night. Here, let me light up a cigarette."
I rolled my eyes as he took out a smoke and lit it up. A thirteen year old shouldn't be smoking I thought as I watched him.
"This is really cool." He continued. "Come on, Jim. Take your pants off."
As Jim gazed towards me for approval, I felt myself getting pissed off. Here I'd been, kissing Jim while feeling his cock and now Norman was telling him to drop his shorts.
"Hey, we were busy, or didn't you notice?" I said pointedly.
"Don't get upset." Norm replied. "I ain't gonna steal your little boyfriend. I just wanna show you guys something".
"Like what?"
He grinned at us, and then said in a hushed tone.
"I can make smoke come out of his dick."
"What?" I droned.
"Huh? How you gonna do that?" Jim managed. I again looked up at him and my eyes popped open. He was actually dropping his pants!
"Yeah, it's true." Norm stated. "You put the cigarette in your mouth and take a drag. Then I'll suck real hard on your dick and smoke will come out of the piss hole. Just watch."
"That's impossible." I retorted. "No it's not." He answered smugly.
"I wanna see if it really works." Jim said before turning away. I watched as he slid his pants down. Then he pushed his bun huggers over his slim hips, letting them fall atop his denims. Stepping free of the pile of clothes in just his socks, Jim turned and pointed his rigid eleven year old cock toward my surprised expression. Damn it! I thought. I've been waiting for today all week and now Norman is going to ruin my plans.
"Hey, wait just a minute." I started. "I know what you're doin'. You just wanna suck his cock, don't you?"
Norm seemed to blush but denied my claim.
"Uh, un. I can really make smoke come out of his dick!"
"No way! Shit, if you can make smoke come out of his cock, then I wanna see you make it come outta mine, too."
"It's a DEAL!" Norm smiled and shot a quick look at my crotch. His eyes fell upon the obvious peak centered in my shorts, their thin material hiding what Norm really wanted to suck. His eyes seemed to twinkle at me as he turned to face Jim. Quickly, he knelt down in the tall grass and spoke.
"Come over here, Jim. Stand in front of me, right here."
Jim followed directions until he stood with his stiff boyhood nearly touching Norms' nose. Norman took a hard drag off the cigarette, and then held it out. Looking back and forth between us, he blew out smoke from his grinning lips. "Now take this cigarette and puff a few times."
Jim had just begun smoking a few weeks earlier, so he kinda choked a bit before getting a few drags in without coughing. I gave him a disapproving look. I hated the idea of kissing his now smoke- flavored mouth. This was not going the way I'd wanted the day to go. Norm wiggled into position, and then gave me a knowing grin. "OK, watch this!"
I felt my cock tingling as I watched him take Jims' erection into his mouth, sliding his lips all the way down til his nose flattened against Jims' smooth naked flesh. Norm wasted no time. He began to slide his lips up and down in a determined rhythm, causing Jim to gasp out loud. "Oh!" he squealed as his right arm wrapped around Normans head. "This feels great! Keep doin' it!"
The words had barely finished when Norm pulled Jims' arm free and withdrew his lips, leaving Jims' cock waggling in the air. Quickly leaning back, Norm raised his face skyward and blew out a steady stream of cigarette smoke.
Jim and I stared, jaws agape as Norm continued, a final wisp exiting from his open mouth. "What the heck! How'd you do that?" Jim demanded.
Norm didn't answer him. Instead, he turned his attention to me and spoke. "OK, dude. Your turn."
I was confused. I knew this had to be some kind of trick. Since I was the most advanced reader in seventh grade and actually liked to read, I had spent long hours at the library. Studying anything and everything had given me an edge in most subjects, and so I knew a little about physiology. This had to be a trick.
"Come on, whip it out." Norman coaxed.
"It's a trick." I insisted.
"Hey, you said you'd let him do it if I did." Jim added. "Go ahead."
I knew something was up, but I also didn't want to go back on what I'd said. Going back on a challenge would make me look like a jerk. Besides, my hard cock was beginning to think for me.
"Well, alright." I huffed, trying to sound unexcited.
I leaned onto my back and lifted my slim well tanned legs into the air while Norman stared at my crotch. Shit, I thought he was gonna start drooling! Putting my thumbs into the waistband of my baggies, I pulled them down and off revealing my lack of underwear and the prize Norman had been after.
"Whoa! Dude!" He exclaimed. "You're as big as me, and I'm a freshman!" Then he gave my shaft a closer inspection. "It really is shaped like a banana."
"So eat my fruit, queer-boy!" I chided. "Let's see you smoke this!"
Norman jumped to it, grabbing my cock and stuffing it into his face. He began sucking like a Kirby vacuum cleaner, while running his lips over its length, bobbing his head like a Singer sewing machine.
Fuck, it felt good! I quickly forgot about the smoke trick and focused on the pleasure his actions were bringing me.
"Aren't you supposed to smoke the cigarette?" Jim questioned after watching Norm suck my cock for quite awhile.
"Later." I sighed, feeling my excitement already building. Norman just made a little grunt and kept at his pace. I closed my eyes and tossed my head back on the matted grass. When I opened them again, I found Jim sitting along side me. He'd begun to masturbate, watching as Norman increased the speed of his actions on my young fang of flesh. Seeing Jim stroking himself gave me an added thrill and I knew I was gonna cum at any second.
My tight little ass suddenly got a mind of its own and rose up to begin humping Norms' watering mouth.
"Here comes!" I cried as I felt my spunk commence squeezing loose from my balls. As I fired my first creamy white load into his mouth, I started bucking my hips, fucking my cock into him. "uhnnn...Ach!" I barked as each pump of my piston fired. Each delivery I made to him was immediately swallowed. Five or six spasms shook my stiffened body before I collapsed. Norman removed my spent pistol from his mouth and began panting for air. He gazed up into my eyes and grinned at me.
"Where's the smoke?" I heard Jim ask.
"Huh?" both Norm and I replied at the same time.
"Where's the smoke?" he demanded again.
"I don't know." Norm responded between breaths. After a pause he added "But I know where the fire is." He looked at me and began to laugh.
"I knew you just wanted to suck our cocks!" I nearly shouted at him.
"So you're complaining?" He quizzed. I remained silent.
"Seems to me you enjoyed it."
"What I wanted was Jim." I said with a soft dejected tone.
"You can have me." Jim offered with a twinkle. "I still haven't cum yet."
"Jim, you can't even shoot yet." Norm scolded. "How you supposed to cum?"
"You can cum without shooting." I stated.
"Oh, really? Ok, Let's see you make him do it."
I wasn't really into entertaining Norman, but his challenge offended me.
"Come here, Jim. Let me suck you off." I responded. "Let's show him just how you can cum."
As Jim began crawling over to me, Norman suddenly sat up and his body went stiff.
"Listen." he hushed, raising one hand in the air. I strained at the breeze and heard it, too. Faintly at first, then growing progressively louder, a police siren wailed in the distance.
To be continued...
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