Davids Story

David's Story

By b-boy1

Chapter one

Authors note: This is my first attempt at writing a story like this, so please keep that in mind while reading the pages to follow. My grammar is poor by most standards, and i really don't care either. I'm not writing this to impress you with my grammar and syntax. I am writing this however to give you a window into my life and the people I have shared my life with.

Now the legal stuff:

1. you are supposed to be 18 to read this.

2. if it is illegal where you are too read this type of story, it is entirely your responsibility to stop right now.

3. This story is not all gratuitus sex but there is sex involving consenting males under the age of 18. Mainly because this story involves the details of my life and I have had my share of sex when I was a teen.

4. If this type of reading material offends you, do not continue! that being said i hav no way of knowing who will read this so enjoy if you will at your own risk

5. Of course this is my story and My intelectual property, but feel free to read copy and distribute it as long as you keep the disclaimer and give credit where and when it is due.

I suppose I have alway known I was gay. I finally accepted it at the age of twelve. I was hopelessly closeted. I was terrified of being discovered, so i shut the world out. I was always shy. I just hid myself away in my own private world. Most boys my age were into football and baseball. You know team sports. I was shy so i went out for sports that require solitude, like running and swimming. I was good at them too. I suppose i should introduce myself, my name is David. I'm a pretty average guy, I am 5'6 120 lbs. light brown hair that gets lighter in the summer, and hazel eyes. I'm not too bad in the manhood department either. At 15 I have a 7 1/2 in. and uncut. My dad said it would ruin me to be circumcised. He figured if that is how I came into the world that is how I should stay. That's my dad for you.

Right now we aren't exactly speaking, he got a transfer at the end of the school year and told me the day school let out. He thought I would be happy. NOT.... You see I am a pretty shy person around new people, whell shy isn't the word. Terrified is a more appropriate adjective. I stutter when I am nervous. I am shy as aresult. So the prospect of meeting a whole new group of people is pure hell. It took me a while to meet people who didn't make fun of me for my speech. I blew up when my dad told me. To top it off I had to spend MY summer packing up the house with him. I said " So what god forsaken hick town are you being transferred to now?" He shot me a look and I knew I was in trouble. He said " Look I don't really have much choice in the matter, but it comes with a promotion and a nice pay raise. I was hoping you would be happy for me, but I guess you are to concerned about yourself to care about me" I felt like crap at the moment.

Dad worked late every night and sometimes on weekends to get ahead in his job. It was just us, my mom took off in the middle of the night when I was seven. She didn't even leave a note. She just packed her stuff and left us. Dad hired a detective to try and find her, but it was two years before we found her. The detective said she didn't want to be contacted and gave him a note to give us. My dad wouldn't let me read it. He said it would be best if I just forgot about her because she didn't have anything nice to say about either of us. My dad raised me by himself from then on. I walked away from dad and went to my room. I flopped down on mt bed and stared up at the ceiling for a while. I eventually dozed off. When I woke up it was dark out. I looked over at my clock and saw it was 9:30. I stumbled out of bed and downstairs to find my dad. I had to apologise for being rude. I found him in the livingroom watching tv. I walked over and sat down beside him. He said " Whell hello sleepyhead" with a grin. I felt even worse. I vented at him and he was still nice to me. I said " Dad, I'm sorry about shouting at you earlier. I know it was w-was wr-wrong to sh-sh-shout at y-y-you. It's ju-just s-s-so hard to m-m-make n-n-ew friends....." He cut me off by placing a finger on my lips to stop me. He knew I was stammering pretty badly. I rarely get this bad unless I am majorly stressed out. I had been to speech therapists for years with no success. I just had to live with it. Dad managed to calm me down and we talked well into the night about his new job, and what he learned about the place we would be moving to.

I went to bed around two in the morning. I woke up the next day around ten. I got out of bed and headed down the hall to the bathroom for my morning routine. As most boys my age, a morning woody greeted me when I looked down. I gave him a little tug as I stood at the toilet trying to go. I finally emptied my bladder and went about getting a shower. I got in and started soaping up. I couldn't resist taking part in my favorite pastime lately. I had been jerking off a lot more lately to keep from getting a boner at an awkward moment. As I soaped up my dick, I pictured Chad, a kid from school. I saw him in the locker room after gym, and he had a body that just wouldn't quit. He has been my fantasy lately providing me with much pleasure. The movements up and down mt hard dick got faster as I came. I got weak in the knees as sput after spurt of boy juice erupted from my member. I stepped under the water to rinse off and come down from the high I was on. Just then ther was a knock at the bathroom door, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Dad said " hey you better hurry up, we have a plane to catch" I forgot that we were supposed to go out to look at some houses. I got out of the show and dried off. I brushed and flossed, combed my har and went to get dressed. I am Lucky enought to have hair that always cooperates. After I dressed, I packed a few thing for our trip. The trip to the airport was silent. I didn't feel like talking and Dad didn't push it either. I was famous for going days at a time with out speaking. I slept on the flight out there. I wasn't looking forward to this. We got there that night and went straight to the hotel. It was a pretty nice place. Dad rented a suite so that we would have some space. He knew I was still pissed. He figured that with time, things would get back to normal. He is usually right in giving me space to cool off. I got my temper from him.

I couldn't sleep, so I watched tv for a while and fell asleep. Dad woke me up in the morning. He was chuckling as he walked away from me, and as I started to get out of the bed, I saw why. I was sporting my morning woody. I stumbled out of bed to go take a leak, and get ready to face the day. We had breakfast with the realtor and talked about what we wanted as far as location. The realtor was a thirty-something soccer mom. She worked while her kids were in school. We drove around for hours looking at houses. They all sucked majorly. Nothing was what we wanted. After four hours of this, she said there was one house that she knew of, but it was in a gated community. We drove through the gates to the neighborhood and I couldn't believe it the houses were huge. We pulled up in front of a house with a forsale sign in front. We got out of the car and went in to take a look around. She was concerned we wouldn't like it, because it had more bedrooms than we wanted. Aparently she thought we wanted something small. Dad was quick to correct her. He told her we were looking for a house with some room to move. The house she took us to was perfect. It even had a pool. It wasn't as big as the one back home, but it was big enough to be enjoyable. The rooms were big and it house was huge. It even had a home theater. Sandy, our realtor asked us what we thought. We both said " We'll take it." at the same time, then we laughed. Dad made an offer and it was accepted. It was a done deal. The best part was that there were a whole bunch of kids my age in the neighborhood. I met one of them as we were leaving. He came up and asked me if we were buying the house. I was frozen in my steps. I couldn't talk. Like a dipshit i just said "uh yeah". He was georgeous. He was about 5'7 120 or so, blonde hair and blue eyes. He had the kind of eyes the you could get lost in if you weren't careful. He was well defined, but not like he got it in a gym. He had a natural athletes build, possibly from swimming. I had to check him out. Just then my dad walke up and introduced himself. He said " Hello my name is Tom O'Leary, this is my son David. He normally is more talkative, but is kind of shy around new people." I wanted to crawl under a rock. The blonde adonis introudced himself. He said " My name is Brad Fisher. I live just down the street, and don't worry David, when you get moved in come over and see me. I'll show you around." He winked at me and said his good byes and off he went. I just stood there, it was then I realized I had a major woody the whole time we were talking. I blushed and tried my best to hide it befor my dad saw it. Thankfully I was wearing baggy pants to hide it. We left for the hotel and got ready to go back. We talked about the move, and I felt a little better that there was atleast one person that was friendly. It didn't hurt that he was cute too.

Whell there it is chapter 1. I hope you liked it. Not really any sex in this chapter. I just wanted to set up the story with some background information. I am already working on the next few chapters, but I have to change names and locations to protect those involved.

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