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I modeled gay porn scenes to support my younger brother, Johnny. and myself. I was screwed in multiple ways after Johnny discovered my part-time job doing porn. Life changed after my straight brother became involved.
Remember, this story is fiction. The author does not condone or condemn the action.
Lots of action and characters in the last few chapters. This story needs closure. Those of you who have commented or read thank you, especially J. -- Art.
Screwed C-13
With Cam and Trevor in Vegas shooting, I had the house to myself. My friends would be over later. I had alone time. I lay on my bed reviewing the past few weeks and how I accepted myself. I had experience. The kid that slung gay slurs was no longer me.
I thought of Timmy and the first time we had made out. I thought about how he ran from the house after I accused him of being a faggot, after he showed me love. My heart thumped as I thought about my rejection of Timmy. Then, my mind drifted to the first experience with Timmy in Vegas. How Timmy's brother Elijah took us to the brink and pushed Timmy and me to have our first full-on sexual experience and declare our love for one another. Timmy had been precious to me then. I remembered what Cam told me about Timmy loving me. I shuddered to remember how I had abandoned my first love. What made me throw away Timmy, trusting, loving Timmy?
Did it start with Junior and Elijah openly having sex in front of us? Or was it when Cam directed Timmy and me in our first lovemaking? I felt a tear slip from my eye. Cam had told me Timmy loved me, then. Did he still feel the same? I had not seen him recently. Ever since I fooled around with the hockey guys, I had ghosted Timmy.
The more I thought, I realized Junior and his video of Max and Avery had opened up a dark side in me. The change began as Junior directed me to use Timmy as an object, just so I could see a porn video of my two co-captains being tied and fucked. Why had I agreed? Love was not open for others to watch. We allowed Elijah to film our passion just so we could watch teen porn.
I realized it was the video that led Timmy and me to have a three-way with Elijah that night. Vegas ended. If nothing further had happened, I might still be with Timmy. Instead, Zane came over and told me about the sex Chappy endured. His story had me forgetting my love for Timmy and giving into lust for any cock. I realized the story of Chappy and Cole and the group sex took me into a unique universe. One where Zane and I explored each other with passion.
Cam and Trevor heard us. After Zane left, they took me to their room and led me to heights of passion that I never knew I could achieve. At that moment, with those two, Timmy ceased to be my lover. Pure sexual passion drove me to areas I knew nothing about. My brother explained they taught me how I reacted when I lost myself in lust. Today, I felt low. I had become a slut, chasing passion. I had ignored my first love. Where was he? Did he feel I had abandoned him?
The locker room scene had been way too much. We lied about two freshmen to the point they felt their out was suicide. My lying behavior was to blame for that. I was also their savior. I was also a slut. How far I had fallen that now I wanted Zane and Will and Sam to come over and the four of us engage in full-on, no-holds barred sex. Zane did not love me. He loved cock. Had I thrown away my first love?
I reached for my phone. My plan was irrevocable. I texted Zane.
<What's up>
<Tonight's off>
<No. I'm done>
<Ok. Will and Sam will do me>
Just like that, Zane let me know how much I meant to him. I was only a body, a hard cock to use and move on. I felt dirty. I really was a slut. Would Timmy talk to me? I needed to know. I needed to change. I called his phone.
"Hello, Johnny." Timmy acknowledged me, then waited for me to talk. I stalled. What could I say?
"Why did you call, Johnny?" I stared at the phone.
"Johnny, tell me why you called or get lost."
"May I come over?"
"What for?" God, Timmy was not making this any easier.
"I need to talk with you."
"About what? We really have no more to talk about, Johnny." I detected a catch in his tone.
"Please, Timmy. Ten minutes. Then I'll go if you tell me to."
Timmy agreed. I trudged to his house. Elijah met me at the door. He wore no clothes and his cock was hard.
"You and Timmy going to fuck? Can I watch?"
"Shut up Elijah. Where's your brother?"
"Crying in his bedroom. You going to fuck him? Make him feel better? I wanna watch."
"Shut up, Elijah. Put some clothes on and stay out of your brother's room while I'm here."
I knocked on Timmy's door. "Come in." Timmy looked wrecked. He obviously had been crying. I sat on his bed. I said nothing.
"Ten minutes. Remember?"
"I'm sorry. Timmy. I have been a dick ignoring you."
Timmy sniffled. "Your apology and two dollars will get you a small gas station cup of coffee."
I wiped my eye. "Thanks for listening. I really am sorry. I let my cock rule me. You deserve a lover who treats you with care and love. Maybe someday you will forgive me and move on, find someone better."
Timmy looked at me. I imagined I saw a slight upturn of his lips. "Some apology. You tell me to find someone else. What happened to the guy I fell in love with? The Johnny I loved would kick my ass to make me take him back. You're a wimp, Johnny."
I stared. Then I turned him over and cradled his cheeks. "Here is how this goes down, Timmy. I was wrong. I'm back to claim my boyfriend. This time I'm not letting you go. Nobody better have any plans for you that do not include me. I will never leave you again. You hear me?" I kissed Timmy then. Backing off, I said. "You are mine, forever."
Timmy giggled. "That's more like it. I like the assertive Johnny. I do not want a wimpy boyfriend." Timmy kissed me. We made out. As we stripped each other, Timmy moved to lock the door. Turning, he said. Get naked. I am going to fuck your ass. On the way back to the bed, he grabbed lube from the desk drawer.
Timmy came in me twice that night. We engaged in some pretty heavy sex, not caring who heard. In the morning, he allowed me to fuck him. We showered together, dressed, and moved to the kitchen to give his parents the news that we were in love. They accepted us, his mom kissing us both. Elijah looked dejected. I knew he hoped we would have included him in a threesome.
"Never again, Elijah. Timmy and I are engaged."
"Timmy lost the capacity to speak as he stared at me. I grinned at my boyfriend. Well, when we are old enough, I intend to ask you to marry me."
EPILOGUE:
Five years have passed since Timmy and I became one. Max, Avery, and the hockey boys eventually drifted away after high school. Max and Avery remained as partners as they went off to college. I lost track of most of the others. I heard Brandon got a girl pregnant and they married. Will and Sam became team co-captains until they graduated. They played Junior hockey and remained as lovers, not caring what others thought.
Cam and Trevor, once Timmy and I enrolled at the University of Nevada at Las Vegas, sold the house, and followed us. They are now producers and directors for Straight Guys. When Uncle Donovan takes longer vacations with his boyfriend, my brothers help with the business side of the operation.
I play pickup hockey. Timmy cheers me on. Timmy and I saved on dorm fees by living in an apartment on Straight Guys' property. Porn kids came and went. Their sexy looks did not entice us.
We remained close friends with Zane. Zane modeled for Straight Guys for a few months after he became eighteen. Then, he joined the U.S. Marines. He would stay with us when he had time off. His company was enjoyable for us. We told him we were off-limits to anybody. When we graduate, we were marrying. We promised to invite him to the wedding. He hooks up with some twinks on the lot from time to time. He even did scenes when the director needed a fill-in.
Cammy and Cole married after high school. Then they enrolled in college, studying to be elementary teachers. Both of them have the personality for that work.
Elijah lives at home until he finishes high school. He has shaken off the influence of Junior and is into girls, big time. Timmy talks to his dad, who tells Timmy he worries Elijah is too promiscuous. Elijah's always asking for more condoms.
We visit Junior about once a week when our schedule allows. He is a ward of Nevada, living in a facility for troubled teens where, he says, the counselors are excellent and he is learning to control his passions. He said he will always be gay. He will be more discrete in his behavior. He was picked up soliciting sex from an undercover police officer. Uncle Donovan hired an attorney who arranged for the placement. His dad lost his parental rights. We had supervised visits approved. When he is older, they will permit him overnights with us.
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