This is a true story, with some names changed for obvious reasons. Joey and I are now 18 and decided to publish our the stories of our adventures and discoveries on the net at-large. They first appeared on a now defunct website. There will be many more stories to follow.
Now I know I am not Alone!
It happened this past Memorial Day weekend, May 27, 2000. My name is Joey; I am sixteen years old, and I am gay. I live in - well, let's just say on the west coast of Florida in a town where there are a lot of Greeks. I have known that I am gay probably since the beginning of high school when I found out that in high school boys have to undress and change for gym class. I would sneak looks around the locker room to see other boys in their underpants and naked. I had concentrate to keep from getting a hard-on right there in the locker room. Every night I would go to my room to do my homework, after that I would log onto the internet, and check out the various gay boy pages. When I saw a boy who reminded me of someone I had seen in the locker room and wanted, I would jerk off and think about having sex with that kid. I had a trick for checking out the other boys in the locker room: I would look up at the clock on the wall and then swing my eyes past the other boys who were there. It worked real well; nobody ever noticed that I was looking at them. Most gay teenage boys, if there really were any, I decided, only jerked off, looked at other boys in gym class, or looked at pictures of naked boys on the net. Deep down, I knew that there was no chance of really finding another boy who is gay and that I would always be alone. However, on May 27th of this year, the Friday before the Memorial Day weekend, I had no idea that there was another pair of eyes looking at me as I undressed and changed for gym class.
I just discovered the Boysworld site the week before and couldn't wait to get home and continue checking out some of the great links listed there. I was very interested in the "Younguns" link but got really pissed when I found out that the site had vanished. I took a chance and posted a message on the Boysworld Board, asking if anybody had the addy for this site. I was surprised and excited when I got a reply from someone on the other side of the United States. Part of me said that this guy might be a narc, but I took a chance and replied to the email. As it turned out he was a gay teen too, just like me-and only a year older. He gave me his ICQ number and I gave him mine.
"Fuckin' A," I thought as I typed, "just my luck to meet someone like me and he has to be a world away from me."
We chatted for a while online and then told him that I had to crash early because I had a big day comin' up - a really massive Memorial Day picnic down in the park by the docks on Saturday. I undressed quickly, jumped into bed but tossed and turned for a while probably because I was excited that I had actually talked to a kid who is gay - just like me. Jerking off relaxed me and I finally got to sleep.
I was up early the next morning because I had to help mama cook and make sandwiches for the picnic. If you have never been to a Greek party, you are missing something you would never forget. Everybody drinks, well, the teenagers are not supposed to but they do. Papa says that Greeks don't really get shit-faced drunk because they never sit down. They are always dancing and drinking and that helps them sweat off the ouzo that all Greeks drink like water. I, of course, was not allowed to drink ouzo; I was too young my mama said. I was only allowed to drink something called Retsina on special occasions, which is a Greek wine flavored with pine sap. Yep, that's right pine sap. Papa says that most non-Greeks can never acquire a taste for it. I like it a lot, though. It makes my tongue tingle.
Everybody was at the picnic - almost all the boys and girls from my school were there. Some of them wore traditional costumes and were part of the Greek dance groups that dance at our festivities. I just wore sandals, work-out t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. Everybody ate and drank from early afternoon. I had quite a few glasses of Retsina by early evening. Papa sure was right: constantly dancing does sweat the stuff right out of you. My t-shirt was drenched with sweat and I could feel dampness all around the waist of my shorts. Since I never wear a belt, my shorts had slipped low on my hips, you could see the blue and yellow elastic band of my underpants, which was also kinda wet from sweat.
Everybody wanders around at these parties, visiting other families and friends, getting free drinks and food. It is impolite to refuse food and drink at anyone's table. I had left the family table a long time ago, stopping here and there. Everywhere I stopped, someone would know my family and insist that I eat and drink something. They all thought that I was too skinny for my age cause I only weigh 115 pounds. Mrs. Kostidakis, whose table I was just passing, called me over and put a plate of food and a glass of Retsina in front of me. Her daughter Marika was sitting there. I kinda thought that Mrs. Kostidakis was trying hook me up with her daughter because she tried to get us to strike up a conversation.
"Fat chance, Mrs. Kostidakis," I thought, "Guess what? I am gay!"
As I sat there, Dimi (short for Dimitrios), one of the kids in my gym class, came staggering over and sat down. Over one shoulder, he had a student's backpack. He was a good intramural wrestler and I had wrestled him a lot after school, but I didn't know him well. Once I got a good feel of his dick when we were wrestling.
"Giasou, Dimi," I said in Greek, which means "hello, Dimi."
"Haven't you been dancin'?" I asked cause he seemed to be really drunk. I guess he didn't understand me because he started babbling very loudly about Marika's "melones," (her boobs) and how he would live to suck her tits, and fuck her.
Mrs. Kostidakis, who was standing close enough to hear him, hissed "Siga," which means shut up. I could tell from the her look and color of her face that Dimi's father would hear about this and then the kid would be in seriously deep shit.
"Come on, Dimi, let's go for a walk," I said, hoping to save his ass from more trouble. He picked up his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and there was a slight tinkle of glass hitting against something. I put my arm over his other shoulder to steady him and we headed off toward the docks. Maybe the salt air would help clear his head.
After walking a while, we sat down on one of the benches along the wharf. He was really out of it and still babbling, wishing that he was the kinda kid who could fuck Marika. "Someday...don't worry," I said, "it may not be her but you will get laid! Besides, she's fugly" "No, No! You don't un..der..s..tand..." he mumbled and rambled on
He went on and on but I couldn't understand anything "Whatever, Dimi," I grumbled every time he'd say something.
"Jo...e, guess... what?" He said in drunk, rambling fashion and then began babbling again. "Look, I got no idea what you are talking about, Dimi!" I was getting kinda annoyed with his rambling.
"I go..t a.. bottle of Twe..lve Star Me..taxa in my bag. I to..ok it from my dad's liquor ca..binet. There's some left...Wa..nna go some..place and do some drin..king?"
"Holy Crap! That is potent shit. You are lucky to be standing let alone talking," I said.
"Ella, Ella," he said, Come on, Come on"
I wasn't sure but then said, "OK, just a little bit cause I've never had more than just a sip of that stuff." Just then some adults came walking down the wharf past us. I whispered in Dimi's ear:
"Shut the fuck up. Don't say anything to them. Just wave and smile. We don't need any more trouble"
After they passed by, I thought out loud, "No place around here is safe - too many people walking around. Somebody would see us and we will both be in deep shit tomorrow."
"Let's go down on the docks, maybe in my father's storage shed. Nobody will go in there this time of night," Dimi mumbled clearly. I agreed and we slowly walked in the direction of the docks.
We finally found his father's storage shed. It was unlocked because everybody knew that diving gear stored there would be safe without locks. We went inside. It was a little dark, but the dock lights came through the dirty windows just enough so we could find a place to sit down on the gear boxes. Dimi wasted no time; he took the ouzo from his pack, opened the cap, and took a swallow and then handed the bottle to me. Of course, my little sip ended up being a much more than that.
"Good," I said and handed the bottle back to him.
Back and forth, back and forth the bottle went, at least three or four times. My speech was starting to sound like Dimi's, slurred and drawn out. Ouzo works very fast, specially when you mix it with Retsina. We both went from English to Greek and back again, talking about God only knows what. We were both babbling, paying no attention to each other. I leaned back on one of the rag piles against the wall. My head started spinning; I felt my face flush, and I saw the light coming through the window begin to wobble and fade, and my stomach felt like it was flip-flopping. The last thing I remember thinking about was the food that Mrs. Kostidakis had given me earlier.
I don't know whether I passed out or not, but I woke to a weird feeling: my mouth felt warm, wet, and full. I thought that I was back at Mrs. Kostidakis' table and that she had given me more food. I could also hear myself breathing but it seemed to come from another palace. My heart skipped a beat when I opened my eyes. The warm food that I thought was in my mouth was Dimi's tongue and the distant breathing that I though I heard was me breathing through Dimi's mouth and nose as we french-kissed. We were standing there in the middle of the shed; our shorts and underpants were down around out ankles and front of our shirts were pulled up over our necks. He had one hand pressed against the small of my back, pulling me toward him tightly. His other hand was behind my head, holding the back of my neck tightly as we sucked each other's tongues. My hands were both on his behind, but with my fingers buried deeply between his cheeks. I was pulling his cheeks apart but, at the same time, pulled him toward me. I could feel the hardness of his dick against mine, and every once in a while we would both push our dicks harder against each other, moaning quietly.We french-kissed and fondled each other for what seemed like foever. My tongue hurt cause Dimi was sucking it so hard. I pulled my mouth from his for a second and asked "pousda?" Are you gay? He answered by pulling my mouth back to his lips and shoving his tongue even deeper than before. We were pulling ourselves so close together that my hip bones were aching. I could feel his dick throb and twitch against mine. Almost like they were talking to each other, my dick throbbed, ached, and twitched right back.
Dimi finally broke away from my mouth and started licking, kissing, and sucking my nipples while he rolled my balls around in his one hand and slipped my partially unretracted foreskin up and down slowly with his other hand. "Funny," I thought, "I can never remember a time when my dick head was fully out. The foreskin always seems to be floppin' over the back." The heat in the shed was intense; the humidity was heavy. Both of us were dripping wet all over with sweat. But that only increased our pleasure as we slid in each others hands. While I held his head in my hands, running my fingers through his soft, wet, blonde hair, a feeling of terror suddenly came over me! I could hear the voices of people walking on the dock. Dimi heard them too and froze. We both pulled out shirts down and hiked up our underpants and shorts quickly. Even though I knew that we could not be seen through the window, my imagination ran wild. Suppose it was Dimi's father coming down to check something in the shed? Would he believe that we were just hanging out drinking? Could Dimi convince him that he was just showing me some diving gear? I looked at the bulge in the front of my shorts. No fuckin' way! He would notice -- you couldn't miss it. (Ya gotta remember that with my body weight, when I'm hard I really look like a very big dick with a little kid attached to it!) I could feel myself trembling in fear. We're gonna be dead! Drinking is really a nothing thing, but two sixteen year old boys having sex together...the punishment for that I couldn't even imagine!
We waited in terror, barely breathing. False alarm..Thank God! The voices began to fade away as whoever it was walked further down the dock. Dimi began to pull my shorts down again, but I stopped him:
"No way!" as I pushed him away.
"What? Ya mean that you don't wanna do it?" he said in amazement.
"NO! No fuckin' way! I wanna do it, but this place is not safe, too many people, too many eyes, that was too close for comfort!" I said.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Dimi agreed.
We waited until there was no sign of people on the dock. It was 10:15 at night. Many people were heading home, and we left the dock to return to picnic area. It's funny how fear can sober you up, or maybe it was just the sweat. My clothes were soaked from my underpants out, and I could see that Dimis's were too. Anyway, we both were speaking more normally and clearly now. But my feet felt like sponges as we walked, and Dimi swayed a little.
"Hey, Joey, when is your last exam next week? Mine is Thursday. All my tough classes like Honors English and Math are earlier in the week."
"Same with me," I replied. I forgot that Dimi is a very, very smart kid and in all the brain classes at school.
"Do you wanna go camping with me next weekend? My dad can take us both down to Myakka River State Park Friday afternoon and we'll come back late Saturday. I'll talk him into letting me take the canoe that way we can canoe down the river, do some fishing, and stuff like that?" "Sounds cool to me, I haven't been camping since I quit the scouts", I said, "but I'll have to check with my family to see if it is OK. I'll ask tonight and let you know in school on Monday, or maybe in church tomorrow OK?"
We walked along the path to the picnic area; once is a while we would say something to each other, but didn't mention what had just happened in the shed. We reached Dimi's table. His parents had already packed up everything and were loading the car.
"Giasou, Dimi" I said, "I'll see ya later."
"Giasou, Joey." He replied and I walked away without looking back.
When I reached our table, papa and mama were sitting in some beach chairs talking with some friends. "Hi, Joey! Did you have a good time today? You seem very happy."
"Yeah, it was OK," I answered but I was smiling. She did not know and would have no way of knowing that her sixteen year old son had just had sex with another boy.
"Mama, one of the kids, Dimi, you know...his father owns the Eleuthera... asked me to go camping with him next weekend, would it be OK?"
"Oh yes, we know the family...they are good people...of course, if your father has nothing planned," she said looking at papa. Papa grunted his approval and he struck up the conversation again with one of his friends.
When we got home, I went right to my room, stripped off my sweaty, wet clothes, put on a clean underpants and went right to bed. I didn't jerk off - maybe because I was too tired or maybe it was because I had just had some real sex for the first time in my life. "I still can't believe it happened," was the last thought that I remember before being awakened by the morning sun shining on the mirror in my bedroom. I jumped up; it was late! I had to get dressed for church...maybe I would see Dimi there! My prayer today will be that he remembers last night and that he wasn't just drunk when we did it.
I saw Dimi after church. He only nodded his head as he walked past me. I thought that he would have been a little friendlier after last night. "God, it felt good!" I thought to myself again. Actually, it was all I could think about. When I saw him, I thought I felt my dick twitch. "Maybe he doesn't remember what happened....maybe he was just drunk...maybe he doesn't like me...maybe I imagined the whole thing." It's funny how your mind works.
"Hey, Dimi," I said as he walked down the steps, "my folks said OK about going camping with you next weekend."
That got his attention. He looked back and said, "That's good! We'll have a great time! I'll talk to you more about it next week in school." At the time I thought he was thinking about other things, but later in school I found out that he was just seriously hung over!
School went by quickly that week. Exams were easy; besides I had something to look forward to next weekend. I decided not to jerk off for the rest of the week. That way I would be all charged up for Dimi. I gotta admit, though, that I was a bit scared. Part of me said go for it but another part of me was frightened. I really was worried about doing anal sex. The only thing I had ever been able to get up my ass was a hotdog and even that hurt a bit. I had tried a banana a couple of times but could not get it in more than a couple of inches before I really felt pain! But I do like enemas, which I give myself almost every time my parents go over to the Greek social club. I decided to email that kid I had met through the Boysworld Board. Maybe he could give me some tips about it. Maybe there was some trick that I did not know about. After I sent the email, I waited impatiently for a reply. When it came, I was disappointed. The kid had never had anal sex and had never done anything with a boy. He was more like me than I had thought. Both of us just got it off by looking at pictures of other boys naked and doing it. He did give me one good piece of advice - take it slow. Not everything had to happen in one weekend.
Friday morning Dimi and his father picked me up at my house. It took a while to reach the campground, but when we got there all we had to do was sign in because his father had made the reservations and paid for everything already. He drove us right to the camp site he had picked. It was neat because he had reserved one that was almost hidden and surrounded by trees. "Wow, this is a a real nice campsite," I commented to him but what I really meant was that it was real nice for two gay boys who are going to have sex. There would be nobody to hear our moans, nobody to see what we were doing. We unloaded our backpacks, the camping gear, canoe, propane stove, food, and lantern from the car and began setting up. We couldn't have a campfire because of the drought.
"OK, boys. Have a great time! I will be back to pick you up Saturday at 3 PM," Dimi's father said as he backed the car out of the campsite. It was already ninety degrees and humid, and after about five minutes of work, the sweat was pouring off both of us. I took off my shirt, and of course my shorts were hanging way down on my bony hips. Dimi came up behind me and snapped the elastic on my underpants, saying, "I hope you brought a lot of sunblock for that pale white skin of yours. He put his hand low on my hip for a moment and then went on with his work. For a second I thought that he would spin me around by the hip and french me. It was near three o'clock before we had everything set up: the rain tarp, the stove, and, of course, our tent...a monster 10 foot by 12 foot wall tent. That was real tough to set up! The canoe turned out to be a bust. It was just too hot to go out and the river was low because of the drought.
We cooked some dinner and then sat around and talked for a while and listened to some tunes. We talked about everything under the sun... school, some of the mean teachers we had had, what our plans were for the summer, and religion. But what Dimi asked next caught me off guard: "Have you fucked your first babe yet?"
And I answered very seriously, "No."
I wasn't sure where this question was going. This sounded like normal boy talk...I had heard it before when I was camping with the scouts. I really did not expect it from Dimi after what had happened last Saturday night. Maybe he didn't remember - he was shit faced drunk. Maybe there would be no sex. He had said nothing about what happened last weekend and made no attempts to touch me other than snapping my underpants earlier. I changed the topic and suggested that we go for a hike to the mart store for some snacks and stuff for later tonight. With the heat we had already used up almost all our soda and we needed more!
It was late by the time we got back to camp. We spent a lot of time playing the arcade games at the mart. On the walk back we noticed that there were no campers in the area. We were completely alone. The sun was getting low in the sky but it was still very warm and humid. The bugs were out and we went into the tent to get away from them. Inside, our sleeping bags and packs leaned against one of the poles, and we began setting up the inside stuff. I hung the propane lamp, put the spare bottle of gas on the table, set up the portable CD player and lined up the spare batteries while Dimi brought in the snacks and cooler of soda, and then began to open his sleeping bag. He completely unzipped it all around and laid it on the floor like a large rug, and then put all the snacks and stuff within reach.
"Too fuckin hot to sleep in a sleeping bag tonight. I'm just gonna sleep on top of it." "That's a good idea," I replied. "I think I'll do the same."
"Put yours on top of mine. That way we both will have a softer place to sleep."
We laid down on our giant sleeping bag rug. Dimi was right - it was much softer that way. We broke out the Fritos and sodas and cranked up the CD player. We talked and talked, ate and drank, only taking time to go outside the tent to piss. By nine o'clock, it had gotten a little cooler but it still must have been in the low 80's and very humid. The tent, even with its windows open, was hot, and the propane lamp made it hotter.
"It's too fuckin' hot," Dimi complained as he stood up and took off his shorts, socks, and sneakers. Agreeing with him, I did the same thing. We changed the CD, opened some Doritos and went back down on the bags. There we were laying on our sides facing each other no more than three feet apart propped up on our elbows. The only thing between us was our underpants and air. Several times I used my locker room trick, and looked at something in the corner behind us and then at the lump where I knew his dick was. Nope, no signs of a hard-on.
As it got later, we talked and ate less. There were periods of no talk at all. The lamp was running out of propane and the tent was getting darker and darker. I rolled over on my back and put my hands on my head, relaxed but unhappy that nothing had happened. The flickering light of the lamp was throwing weird shadows around the tent and as I was watching them I began to feel sleepy. I heard Dimi move.
I felt his hand on my stomach, ever so lightly.
"Entaxi?" he said in Greek..."Is it OK?"
I knew what he meant, and I answered, "yes."
He moved a little closer to me and began rubbing my stomach in a very slow circular motion, going from my rib cage to the band of my underpants. He almost seemed not to be touching me. His hand was so soft - almost like velvet. I never thought a boy's hand would be so soft! Round and round he went, slowly, very slowly...
"Feel good?" he asked.
"Oh yeah" was my very quick response as I felt my hard-on starting.
"Should I keep doing it?" he whispered.
"Let me think about!" I was trying to be funny. "Without a doubt!" I quickly added.
The lamp was almost out of propane so Dimi got up, put a new bottle of gas in and lit the lamp but turned the light down very low - just enough so that we could see each other clearly. "That's better. Kinda hard to see what you're doin' in the dark," he laughed as he cuddled up against me again. I could see that his hard-on had also started.
Round and round he kept rubbing lightly. Sometimes he would bring the circle in real close to my belly button and then slip his finger in there and just move it around. I could feel my hard-on pushing against the elastic of my underpants. We didn't say anything. We really didn't need to. I had put one hand on his shoulder and was rubbing his back from his shoulder to the band of his underpants. Because of his position I couldn't reach any lower. With my other hand, I was rubbing one of his nipples, trying to be as light with him as he was with me. Every once in a while, the circular motion of his hand would move just beneath the elastic on my underpants and a couple of his fingers lightly brushed over my dick. Each time, I sucked my stomach in, giving him more room to get his fingers down there. Every time one of his fingers brushed against my dick, it ached and twitched and pushed itself further out until it was outside the elastic band. I could tell by the way it felt when his fingers touched me that my foreskin had fully retracted - something that had never happened before. I hiked myself up on my elbows to pull down my underpants.
"No. Not yet." Dimi whispered.
My dick felt like it was going to explode. It had never been this hard before. For what seemed forever, he kept rubbing my lower stomach, brushing the head of my dick lightly with a couple of fingers every once in a while. I didn't know when his fingers would brush me again but I kept thinking, "Do it again. Do it again!" It really felt great! After a while, every time he brushed my head with his fingers, my dick would twitch violently, actually lifting the underpants elastic that was holding the shaft down. Then he slipped his hand inside my underpants right beside my dick, saying:
"Now, hike yourself up so I can get your underpants off."
Before he finished speaking I did what he asked. He pulled the underpants down to my ankles, off my feet, and then threw it over in the corner. He then took off his own and threw it next to mine. I could see his dick hard as mine with golden hair surrounding it, which was kinda reflecting the low yellowish light of the propane lamp.
He laid his head on my lower stomach and began rubbing from where my my dick hair started to my belly button. My dick pressed down hard on the back of his hand as he did. I rubbed the small of his back and behind like he had done to my stomach. Sometimes, I would drag my middle finger between his cheeks, but I didn't put my finger up his ass.
"Are you absolutely sure that you wanna do this?" he whispered.
"Oh yes...Oh yes...Please...Oh yes!" I moaned as I felt my whole body trembling not in fear but in excitement. I could hear my breathing getting short and jerky as I said it - almost like my body was trying to remember to breathe.
He took my dick in his hand and pulled it up so that it was standing up like a flag pole: "Aah..." I yelled and arched my back. "That hurts. What are you tryin' to do? Break it off?" "I'm sorry."
While he held my dick up straight, he moved closer and began licking my dick hair with his tongue. When it was soaked with his spit, he began to chew on it with his teeth and work up to the shaft of my dick, licking and nibbling on it with his teeth. Then he stopped, went back and began licking and sticking his tongue into my belly button. I had stopped what I was doing and was just holding his head and moaning every once in a while between very jerky and short breathes. He slid his hand up my dick, which he was still holding straight up with the thumb of his hand. He got my dick head under his palm and pressed down hard in a circular motion. Instantly, I propped myself up on my elbows:
"Holy shit!" I yelled, "that fuckin' hurts..."
Dimi pushed me back down flat, moved up toward my face and french-kissed me for a while, not only sucking but chewing on my tongue with his teeth.. He then went back and began nibbling on my dick with his teeth.
"Pleeease...don't do that thing again. It really hurt..."
"I'll make it better," he giggled as he put my dick in his mouth and began sucking slowly on it for a while. Then he stopped, and slid his hand underneath my leg, saying "Lift you legs up."
Thinking that he was gonna fuck me up the ass, I got real scared but pulled my knees up to my chest, put my feet in the air, and spread my legs wide, just like the position I had seen in the pictures on the internet. I was gonna take him all the way no matter what!
"No, just bend your knees and keep your feet down."
He put several mouth fulls of spit on his first two fingers and reached around to my ass-hole and began that circling motion with his fingers, pressing lightly as he circled my hole. Each time, he worked his finger deeper and deeper, very slowly. My dick was sitting flat on my belly again while I held his free hand and squeezed very tightly. Once he got his two fingers in as far as they would go, he changed position so I could see his face... He pulled his other hand from mine and slid it underneath me, palm up way down low in the small of my back. Then he really shoved his two fingers into me real hard and began pushing them up toward my dick. It felt great. There was a tingling all along the length of my dick, but then -
"Stop! Stop! Your gonna make me piss," I yelled out loud.
"No! This is something that I learned from the net. There's this thing called the prostate gland in there that makes part of the cum. Ya can get to it through the ass hole if you've got long fingers. That is what I'm pushing on. Wait..."
Sure enough, this clear stuff started coming out of me in squirts. If I wasn't watching it, I would swear I was pissing. After a few more pushes and squirts, Dimi took his fingers from my ass hole, licked up this clear stuff, and french-kissed me. Then he put my dick in his mouth and began sucking again. He stopped after a few minutes, ran a finger lightly from the tip of my dick to my balls, and my dick reared up violently by itself. He put it back in his mouth again and started sucking. Again, he stopped after while and did the finger thing and again my dick reared up, more than before this time. He went back to sucking again. A third time he stopped and did the finger thing. He kept doing this over and over. The last time, when my dick reared, I got a strange feeling in the small of my back where Dimi had his hand. I felt like I was gonna double up. Dimi put my still twitching dick in his mouth and a second later I cummed like I never had before. He climbed on top of me between my legs, I hooked my legs over and round his, and we french-kissed. I tasted something very salty as our tongues played with each other: He had kept my cum in his mouth and was kissing it back into mine. With our dicks up against each other, he began to pump as we kept french-kissing. After a minute or two, he got off me, spread my legs wide, and knelt there. I instinctively sat up and he pulled my face toward his dick.
"Put some spit on your finger, put it up my ass, and press forward while you're sucking me off."
While I was sucking him, he began thrusting in my mouth. Every time I pushed toward his dick with my finger, I got that salty taste in my mouth. As I was sucking Dimi said, "Be sure to swallow just a little of my cum and keep the rest in your mouth so you can ive...it...b...ack...to...me." His last words were kinda chopped, yes, he was cumming in my mouth. He laid down, I laid on top of him, and french kissed him and gave him back part of his cum, just like he asked. The rest I swallowed.
I laid on top of him for some time, doing nothing but enjoying the warmth and feel of another boy's body. We were both exhausted.
"Dimi," I whispered as I nibbled on his ear, "I love you."
"I love you, too, Joey."
Morning came too quickly. When we woke up, we were still naked and in each others arms. "Good Morning, Dimi!" I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He kissed me right back. There was no fear any more - no secrets. We laid side by side naked and with partial hard-ons, our heads just sticking out of our foreskins. It really felt good to look at someone naked and know that there was no need to hide the looking. I noticed that Dimi had a small scar on the right side of his lower stomach. I guess he had had his appendix taken out. There was a small brown spot, a freckle on the shaft of his dick right next to this humongous vein that ran all along his dick. The thin line of hair that runs from his belly button to his dick hair was much darker than his blonde dick hair. I glanced down at myself and I noticed that my thin line of hair had a couple of places where you could see red suck marks. I looked at his hands too for a long time, really for the first time. His fingers were very long and skinny just like mine. They were beautiful!
"Dimi...why did you wait so long before you did something last night?"
"I was afraid, afraid that you didn't remember what we did in the shed. The shed and last night was really the first time I did anything for real with someone. All I've done is look at pictures on the internet and jerk off. I always felt alone. Something was missing. Sometimes, I'd jerk off and then cry because I knew there was nobody out there to share anything with. Other times, I would look at the pictures on the net, jerk off and say over and over again, "Where do they get you from? Why can't I find somebody like you?" I guess I am really fucked up. Anyway, there's this one site that's got real good pictures and there's one picture there that reminds me of you a little bit.
"I don't think you're fucked up. I was afraid too. I could never have made the first move. I am glad you did. All week I was worried that you were drunk and wouldn't remember. I do the same as you - just look at pictures and jerk off...I cry once in a while, too. But I keep wondering if these kids are really gay, or are they doin' it for money or drugs. I've prayed so much that I would find some boy to love and have sex with. A picture of a kid who reminds you of me, eh? What site was it?"
"Boysworld."
"Holy shit! That is the same site I look at. It's got great stuff. What picture looks like me?
"Wow, this is fuckin' weird. We were probably looking at the same pictures at the same time and jerking off. I don't remember what gallery the picture is in but they're some self pictures that a kid who uses the page sent in...There's about five or six pictures of him jerking off. He looks older and a bit heavier than you and his skin is darker but there is something about him that reminds me of you. That is a great site. I got the idea for kissing the cum back into your mouth from a story on the page. It sounds so cool. Just think about it. Now, no matter what, you have part of me in you and I have part of you in me."
I leaned over and pulled Dimi toward me, french-kissed him, and then lowered my head to his dick to suck him one last time. I gave him back part of his cum but made the rest of it mine forever. In turn, he did the same. It was growing late; we dressed, and began taking down the campsite. The last thing to come down was the tent. Before we took it down, we went inside and french-kissed for the last time.
Dimi's father arrived on time, and we loaded the car with the gear. "Did you guys have a good time?" he asked. We looked at each other and then Dimi said, "Yeah, it was unbelievable!" Later, as I was getting out of the car at my house, Dimi asked me if I wanted to spend next weekend at his house.
"What do you think?" I laughed.
"Cool. I'll see you next weekend! I'll call you when I get home. I've got an idea we can work on together."
As I walked up the driveway with my camping gear, I felt mellow and content. At last, I know that I am not alone. There are other gay teen boys out there. I was lucky enough to find one.
P.S. Writing this story is the idea Dimi had that Saturday afternoon when he dropped me off. Dimi and I worked on it Saturday afternoon, all day Sunday and Monday. We used ICQ chat and email and a lot of phone calls. (Actually, Dimi did all the writing because he is such a brain in English.) We want others to know that they are not alone. Maybe there are more gay teens in SW Florida. This story is really true. It happened when we were both sixteen. That was two years and an eternity ago. Much has happened since then. There are two other stories that bring our adventure right up to this summer, June 2002. I will post them soon You can reach us at dimiandjoey@mail.com.