True Boxers Lie
by Surge
This fictional story is based on real events that ave happened to me. 90% truth in this story 10% fictional. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent.
My story begins on February 17, 1995. My 17th birthday was coming up. On every Friday, my parents went out, my sister was at college, and I was home alone for two hours. I would call my friend over. Paul and I would look at a playboy and jack off. I usually got to pick the picture. I would pick one with both a guy and a girl. I knew I was bisexual when I would see myself looking at Paul's cock and get hard just looking at that. I could also look at a girl and get hard also. This day we were looking at all my porno pictures in my computer. I told him where he could find my pictures on the computer. I had three folders in a secret place on my computer. I wanted him to find my guys photos. He saw the folder and opened it. "What are these?" Were the next words out of his mouth? I told him I liked to look at other guys just as much as girls. He was looking at the guys pictures. He asked me if I were bi and of course I said yes. Then he started looking at my stories' folder. I told him that they were bi stories and gay stories. He started reading one of the bi stories that was guy/guy till the last few sentences were guy/guy/girl. He said that he liked it. I could see the erection in his baggy pants. Then I asked him "Do you think your bi?" "Maybe!" he said. It gave me a shot of life.
I had wanted to blow him since me and him had started jerking off together. On February 20, it was my birthday. He didn't give me anything, but he felt bad. He asked me if he could give me something. I knew what I wanted. The next day he asked me what was it like to be bi. I told him it was the best of both worlds. I asked him i could suck his dick. He kept on saying no. Then he finally agreed. That next Friday he came over. I had him look at his favorite picture out of my Playboys. He undid his belt and started to pull down his pants. Before he could get to his boxers, i smelled them and pulled them down. His dick was as hard as a rock. I spread his legs apart and stared licking under the balls. There was that smell of sweat between the legs that i love. Then I took in both of his balls, and sucked them. I grabbed hold of his penis while i sucked his balls. I started jerking him off. I could feel the precum on my hands. I started sucking my way to the top of his penis. I couldn't get his huge cock in my mouth all at once. I stared off. I could taste the cum in my mouth. He looked at the magazine while I did that. Then I could taste the cum in my mouth. It was the weirdest thing and the nastiest thing I had ever tasted. I didn't realize that I would soon want that taste again. Right after I said that I really didn't like it. Boy was I wrong.
When my sister came home for the weekend, she gave me a bag of weed. That next Friday that my parents went out for dinner, I called Paul over. I told him that if we were going to smoke it, we would have to go outside. So we went outside and roached my bowl. For some reason me and him got extra horny. So while we were finishing it up. I stuck my hands in his pants. His cock was harder to get to today. When we got done with what we had smoked, we came into my room, I tore off his belt and undid his pants. Then I heard my parent's car pull in. So he did himself up. They walked into the house. I had to act naturally. They didn't suspect a thing. I came back to my room and me and Paul waited quietly for 5 minuets. Then I walked back to my moms room and she was on the phone. My dad was getting drunk in the living room so I locked my door and undid his belt and undid his pants. I was shocked. No boxers, but green briefs. Well that wasn't going to stop me. I pulled them down and went right for his pulsating cock. I got it down further this time. His cum flowed into my mouth and I swallowed it whole. Then I asked him to suck me. I was surprised he said yes (probably the drugs.) It was the best feeling I had ever had. I never wanted it to stop. Then I came. He swallowed it all. Now, sometimes with me, after I cum, I just want the person out. Like the you stole the bank, now leave before the cops come. That is how i felt that day. I walked him home and when we foot to his door, he told me to watch my teeth next time.
We did the same routine about three more times, but he would never suck me. We would look at some porno mags, he would get hard and, I would suck him till he his warm cum gushed into my mouth. I would swallow it all. Then I would jack off as he cleaned up the aftermath. We would talk for an hour, and then would leave before my parents had gotten home. One day, me and him were talking. He had talked to his friend, Bo, about being bi and how he thought that I was bi. While we were talking, He moved and his boxers were showing. I reached into his pants and stared beating him off. We were outside, and boy was he nervous. Then he came in his pants. His warm cum was all over my hand. We heard someone walking up. I pulled my hand out of his pants. It was Bo. My hand was glistening with his cum. I started to lick it off. Bo was wondering what was on my hand. I told him I just had ice cream and i was licking the rest off my hand. He believed me.
The next day at school, Paul had back-stabbed me. He had told everybody I was gay and that he had caught me with another guy. Well, that didn't go to far. I never spread a rumor about him though I thought about it. He sat in front and a desk over by me in class. When he would go to sleep in a middle of a class, His shirt would raise high enough so that I could see the top of his boxers. Oh would that get me hard. I was so pissed at him but I wanted him so bad. I would have to hold down my erection and actually go into my pants and adjust my cock sometimes. He pissed me of so much more too. He told his cousin that I had spread rumors about him. He said that I told everyone that I had caught him in bed with another guy. A week later, he came to my door. He acted if he were all horny. He asked me if I would give him a blow job. I could see a bulge in his pants, but not a dick one. The bulge was his mini-cassette recorder. How I would have loved to have done it but, at my school, It was homophbe city. If that tape had gotten out, I would be dead. GOD, DID I WANT HIM!!!!! He left.
Next came summer break. On the last day of school, he came over and apologized. He said that he did it because he said that I was popular, and, which he wanted that 15 minuets of fame at our school. I told him that he could have done it in many other ways. But that day, went my parents went out for dinner, It was the greatest sex i have ever had with him. Now every friday, we just don't beat off together, we fuck together.