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I have always known I was different, from an early age I knew I liked boys the way I was supposed to like girls. any chance I got I would take to look at any males penis, any time we stoped at a gas station I would tell my parents that I had to pee. This was the sixties. so most restrooms were not locked. and had a stall, and a urinal at the least. As soon as the door opened I would take a deep breath of the smell of men, their body odors, their piss, and their other wastes. It was always intoxicating, and thrilling. I was too young to understand why I was drawn to these smells, but I knew I liked the naughty feeling I got from smelling them. So fast forward to my sixteenth year. BTW my name is David, I'm 5 foot 9 inches, 140 lbs., brown hair shoulder length, blue eyes, and raised in small southern towns, by Southern Baptist parents. I am still a virgin, I have an older sister (5 years older), who I love dearly, but she has her life planned out in detail, and she is still in college, and single. Boring just doesnt cover my lack of enthusiasm for this life I lead. Enough back ground! We had just moved from Florence Alabama, to Baytown Texas, during the summer, leaving my sister in college there. The neighborhood we moved into, was a little light on boys my age, and being new to the town didn't help me make any friends before School started. My mother, and I had gone to the High School to register me the week before school started, and I was looking forward to making some friends. The reality of High School, in a larger school district was not an enjoyable experience. I didn't have a car, or truck, which meant I had to ride the bus to school. Strike 1. I didnt dress like every one else. They wore Wranglers, or Levis white t shirts under plaid buttondown, or western shirts that snapped instead of buttoned, and cowboy pointed toe boots, well used, and never shined. I wore Britainia hiphugger jeans, bright colored t shirts, or stylish long sleeved shirts, and three inch platform shoes, ox blood in color, and shined. Plus my hair was styled (feathered was the current style) and longer than any other boys hair. Strike 2 and 3. Then I really didn't understand how these boys interacted with each other. Like I said earlier I have a sister, we didnt fight, or even argue much. The town I grew up in, was small. All the parents knew each other, and most of my classmates attended the same church as we did, and if you stepped out of line your mother knew almost before you did anything. So while there were squables, there were never fights, and I had just as many girl friends as I did Boy friends in Alabama. Therefore when the guys in my new school called each other names, punched each other, and asked if one wanted to be their pal? (Personal Ass Licker) they knew they were kidding around. I thought it meant they didnt like me, and got offended. Strike 4. Still, after a month or so I had met a few people, mostly girls, that didnt act like I was a freak. We all smoked cigarettes, and pot. Both were new to me but I wanted to fit in, so when in Rome... I had attended exactly one gym class, on the first day of school. I was shocked when the coach told us to go put on our gym clothes (t shirts, tennis shoe, and shorts), I didn't bring any shorts, another t shirt, or tennis shoes. I guess my mother and I missed that instruction, or maybe they assumed we would know they would be needed. When i told the coach i couldnt dress out, he sneered looking me up and down. I was told to sit on the bleachers, and be prepaired tomorrow, as he rolled hie eyes, and shook his head. Since P.E. was my first class of the day I decided to just not show up for it, I didnt know how long i would get away with this but, but there was no way i was going to subject myself to that mans whims willingly. So i just went to the library, and hung out till second period. Thats were I first saw Brad. Brad was tall, about 6" 2', 200 lbs., brown hair, green eyes, broad shoulders, narrow hips, he was perfect, an Adonis! I couldnt stop looking at him until he looked my way, then I quickly looked down at my book. This was the first of many days I would see Brad, he would come into view I would stare until I thought he might see me looking at him and I would look away, and sigh. One day some time during fourth period, i needed to go to the restroom, I got a pass, and went to the boys bathroom, just as I entered Brad exited one of the stalls, and went to the sinks to wash his hands i went into the stall next to the one he used, until I heard him leave. I then went into the stall Brad had used and i could still smell him in there. A combination of his body odor, his farts, or shit, and just a hint of his balls. I quickly dropped my pants and sat on the seat he had just abandoned, it was still warm from his ass. My cock was hard instantly, but I didnt have time to take care of it then, so I did my business, breathing as deeply as I could to take in his odor. I wiped my ass and exited the stall, turning towards the sinks I was suddenly face to face with Brad. Brad was standing there leaning up against wall arms crossed and staring at me. I felt my soul leave my body, I felt light headed, I would have fallen, but Brad stepped towards me and grabed my arm. The first words Brad ever spoke to me were, "Hey now dont go fainting on me now, are you ok?" I didnt know if I was ok or not, but the fact that Brad was touching me brought back my equilibrium. I found enough strength to answer him with, "I'm fine, I think." Still grasping my arm, Brad led me over to the sink, wet a papper towel and placed it on the back of my neck. "Hey look I didnt mean to scare you, but I've noticed you staring ar me, and every time I try to make eye contact you look away. Then today, you didnt even look my way, I decided after I left the restroom I couldnt pass up the chance to talk to you. Your names David right? Brad knows my name? I thought. "Um yeah?" I cleverly replied. "Okay, well I'm Brad, and imagine my surprise when i came back into the restroom just in time to see the door to the stall i had just left closing, when I had watched you go into the one next to it. And my further surprise, when I heard you sniffing deeply while in there with my funk. Boy you must be queer for me if you get off on my shit, farts, and ass funk." Any hope that this encounter would end well died right then. I wilted, I hung my head, and fought not to cry. Brad once more took hold of my arm, then said "Boy, you sure are a fainting violet aint you? Buck up kid, I aint going to hurt you. Much. Hearing those words made me look up at Brad face, there I found he was grining, or maybe it was more of a smirk. I swallowed and we both heard it. Brad once more let go of my arm, reached into his pocket and took out a piece of paper, he quickly wrote something down and handed it to me saying. "Heres my number, when you get home call me, if I dont hear from you today, tomorrow everyone will know what i caught you doing today." Mutely I nodded. Brad turned and left me standing there in shock. I dont remember any of the rest of my time at school, I wouldnt have even gotten off the bus at my stop, if the kid next to me hadnt nudged me just as the driver was closing the doors. With mixxed feelings I entered my home, and hurried to my room. I picked up my phone and dialed Brads number. on the second ring, Brad answered by saying "David?" "Yes its me, Brad". "Good I'm glad I dont have to tell everyone in school that you are a pervert, I probably would have to fight to get any time with you then. now what's your address? And what time do you need to be home by?" Taken aback by Brads words, I numbly give him my address, and tell him my curfew is 9pm on a school night. " Okay I'll be there in 15 minutes, be outside." "Okay" I replied. Just as i stepped on the second ciggarette butt I had smoked since Brad had ordered me to wait outside, he pulls up in a gold firebird with the iconic firebirdon the hood done in black. "Get in Boy" is all he says. I get in the car and before I can buckle my seat belt, ( just a belt, no shoulder strap, they might even have been optional back then) Brad takes off. i get no answer when I ask where we are going. So i just look out the window, a few minutes later we pull into the driveway of a rather expensive looking house there is a detached garage, with a second story, it has stairs leading up the side away from the house. Brad gets out and says "Come on". It is up those stairs that he leads me.
End Chapter 1
Hey guys, I'm sorry that this chapter is a little rambling, I started with a direction in mind. But the story took on a life of its own. I promise if you stick with it the second chapter will deliver much raunch, and sex,sex,sex. Thanks, zagget.