Disclaimer: Look, if you're under 18 this displays sexual content thus since I am under 18 just don't get caught and blah blah blah.
This story is 100% true. It happened to me, and you are the first people to hear it.
My story. Thinking of this makes me wonder why my life is important. I think that my life is a reminder to stay strong. No matter what happens, if you stay strong you will overcome all the harsh circumstances in life. I was inspired to write my story after reading Joshua's story. The feelings I read in that story are a lot like how I felt or feel. I am not trying to out do his story, as that would be impossible. Yet, I only want mine to have the same effect on others as his did on me.
My name is Josh. I am sixteen and gay. I have just begun to realize and accept my sexuality as for a long time I wanted to believe that I wasn't. To understand my story I have to give a little background information on me. In December of 1999 I left my father's house to go live with my mother. After six years of abuse I had enough. Unfortunately, this experience caused me to lose any self-esteem that I had. The past year and a half I have been trying to rebuild that self-esteem and I am finally making progress.
Shortly after I moved in with my mother I got a job at a West coast pizza buffet chain. I had not been working for one month when I met him. His name was Chaz. I was supposed to train him as a dishwasher and during my training we started having a conversation. At this time, I thought I was straight so I didn't think to ask him any gay questions.
"So, Chaz have you ever had...well...um sex?" I asked with hesitation.
Chaz replied "No, but I have gotten a couple of blow jobs, what about you?"
I, who was 14 and just entering puberty had no sexual background of any kind so I replied meekly "Well, no but I jack off a lot."
Luckily for me we had that in common. After more conversation we got to know each other very well. Plus, we worked together every Friday and Saturday night. It was almost impossible not to develop a friendship. Soon, we were inseparable. Chaz introduced me into the world of marijuana, booze, and porn. Chaz and I would stay out late and get stoned and then spend the night at each other's house.
It was during this period that I started getting the urges. Chaz and I talked about sex and jacking off a lot. Soon, I had this desire to see what his cock looked like. I didn't know why I wanted to see it and I never mentioned it to him. I was scared at that thought and I ignored him for about a week. This did not last however. As time wore on I started "hanging" with Chaz more and more. Soon, he was staying away from his house for days at a time while we hung out.
One night, after we got off from Izzy's (the pizza buffet) Chaz called to check in with his dad and tell him he was coming home late. Frank (Chaz's dad) had apparently caught Chaz in yet another lie. That night Frank kicked Chaz (who was 16) out of his house. That was four days before my fifteenth birthday.
I was in bliss; I now might see his cock. After all, he was going to come and live with me. My mother loved Chaz and gladly accepted him into our household. Every time Chaz would take a shower I was trying to sneak a peek at his body. Chaz always slept in his boxers so I had seen his beautiful smooth chest, long legs and nice tight ass. Unfortunately, I wanted to see his cock.
Then it happened. One day while he was changing in my room (which is a loft above our garage) I snuck into the kitchen and behind the door. If the Kitchen door is open there is a clear view of my room. Through the crack in the door a watched as his boxers fell revealing a hot black bush of pubic hair and long 5-inch limp dick. Chaz scratched his balls and slapped his cock a couple of times causing it to become partially hard, this added another half inch to his size. Then he bent over revealing the cleanest, tightest ass. He had a gorgeous complexion and even his ass was tan. It was smooth with no hair or pimples. As he pulled up fresh boxers he rubbed his ass causing the swell of meat in my pants to grow even larger. The thought of me getting hard because of a guy scared me so bad that I was sick to my stomach the rest of the day. I couldn't get the picture of Chaz's cock out of my head, so I walked around with the everlasting hard-on.
That night I decided to experiment with my computer and I looked at some straight and some gay porn. The straight porn was like reading an encyclopedia to me whereas the gay porn got my heart racing. I didn't know why this was happening. Why did I have to be doing this? I thought, "This is something that I am controlling. I am not gay; my friendship with Chaz is just becoming to close. I got hard because I was imagining the clit he would fuck on his first time."
I knew in the back of my mind that those thoughts were the biggest load of shit I ever thought of. I was sure I was "bi" but I really did not want to admit it. The next night, Chaz stole some condoms from a store. He gave me two and he took two. He told me to put them in my wallet because you always have to be prepared. Well, needless to say thinking of him applying the condom to his long hard cock just made my blood race straight to my dick. Once again, scaring the living shit out of me that I was even having these "mental images."
That night I asked Chaz if he had jacked off since he lived with me (2 months now). "Well...yeah," he replied with some hesitation. "When no one is home I have jacked off in your room. But, don't ask me what I did with my cum because I am not going to tell you." Chaz said. Damn!!! I got hard again thinking of him lying on his back on MY bed stroking his meat and cumming all over MY pillow. I was so hard I couldn't sleep. Chaz passed out. He was out like a light (plus, he told me he was a deep sleeper) so I decided to wank off. After a couple minutes of stroking my boyhood cock of 5 inches hard I decided that I needed to see Chaz's dick close up.
So since I was lying next to him, I reached my hand under his blanket and slowly made my way up the front of his boxers. When I reached the front I found that his cock, though he was asleep, was hard as an iron bar. Feeling his rock hard cock made me so hard I came right there on the spot. I slowly and gently pulled his cock through the front flap of his boxers and pulled my hand out. I picked up his blanket in the middle and moved the middle of it just so I could see his cock in the dim light that flooded my room.
I was so nervous. I was light headed and I had butterflies in my stomach, yet I was scared of him waking up to. I finally saw his fully erect hard 7-1/4 inch hard cock. (I measured it later). I was long and smooth was a large mushroom head at the top. His balls were clean-shaven with pubic hair lining the base of his cock. I wanted to touch so I reached out my hand and touched it. Then I decided that I wanted to grab it. I pulled my hand and wrapped his cock with my fingers. They barely touched!!! Plus, his cock was so warm. I decided to just kiss his tip, yet the pussy that I was I decided to kiss my hand and touch the tip. This caused his cock to pop up even more! Then I brought my face in close, puckered up my lips and kissed the tip of his cock. At that point I backed off.
I thought hard about what I was thinking about doing next. I had the incredible urge to put his cock in my mouth! I sat there shaking with nervousness pondering whether or not I should attempt it. Then I wondered why I wanted to do it in the first place. I mean that was like thinking "Ok, maybe I am a little gay" to going all out saying "Hey guess what??? I'm a cock sucker!!!" After a couple minutes of a war within my body my "Try everything once" side won. As I got on my knees, my whole body shaking horribly, I lowered my head to be where the tip of his dick was. I grabbed the base with my hand and put the tip in. Then I pulled back dropping his dick creating a loud slapping noise as it hit his lower abdomen. Then I repeated the process only this time putting his whole 7 1/4 inches in and coming back up. It was weird, I mean I deep throated his cock right off the bat and had no gagging problems (I guess I was born a natural). Then I put his meat back in and started bobbing up and down like the chicks in the porns did. I was completely inexperienced and I just bobbed up and down, up and down. Every two seconds checking to make sure he wasn't sitting there with his eyes open and fists clenched.
As I kept bobbing my head I noticed his cock starting to get even harder than it was when I first started "bobbing" (I say bobbing because at this time I had not yet figured out the "sucking" part). I realized he must be close to orgasm, or busting as we call it and I bobbed a little faster. I then decided to stop because I didn't want "it" in my mouth. Unfortunately it was to late to stop. He jetted stream after stream of sweet, warm cum in my mouth. With his cock so far down my throat I did the only thing possible and I swallowed. Then I put his blanket back and layed down ashamed at the "act" I had just witnessed. Playing it over and over again until I drifted off into a restless sleep.
The next day I woke up with the worst stomachache. I thought to myself "Oh shit, I ate his cum. Oh my god." I was frantic I mean I didn't know if that was causing my stomach to hurt or not. So I did a little research. I asked Chaz if when he received blow jobs if the chicks swallowed his cum.
He said "Yeah always."
"Does it make 'um sick," I asked.
"What??? No...well at least not that I know of," Chaz replied with a bewildered look on his face. "Why'd ya wanna know?"
"Oh, just curious." I said meekly.
I went in the bathroom and showered then I ate and forced myself to puke. After all that my stomach still hurt. I realized that I was feeling guilty and ashamed and sickened. I mean I thought "oh shit going to hell know" and things like "I am not gay! What was I doing" I felt so bad and gross. That night I slept like a baby. I had made sure I went to bed before Chaz so I would not even be tempted to do it again.
Luckily for me I was tempted...and eventually Chaz didn't sleep so light. But that is another story.
Thank you and I will have more chapters coming. I would love to hear comments. You can e-mail me at Boltzoflife@aol.com and let me know what you think!!! Josh