SLUT BOY, #1
Dear Readers,
I have been reading stories on the Nifty Archive for several years now, but it had never occured to me to actually write one myself. The following is about my early experiences and encounters, but this barely scratches the surface!
I grew up in a small town in central FL, was the son of a Baptist minister and went to a Christian school for 12 years! But I knew from the time I was 5 or 6 that I was different from the other boys.
At age 12 I got a little parttime summer job at the public library checking out books in the juvenile dept. I only made $1 an hour, but I loved books andand got to read and browse when I wasn't busy. One day the bathroom in the juvenile section was full up, and I really had to shit, so I went into the main section of the library to use the restroom there. It was a little one seater with the lock on the door...you had to pick up the key from the librarian's desk. I went in, sat down, was doing my business and I then looked up. Practically every inch of the walls were covered with grafitti! Most of it sexual, hookup invitations, etc. I quickly finished my business, got up and began reading. I was amazed that this went on! There were dates and times to meet there. Guys would be in the restroom at a certain time and you were supposed to knock twice then twice again and he would let you in. Phone numbers to meet guys. Etc..etc..
I was hard instantly at the first one I read. I had been playing with myself for a couple years already and had even had dry orgasms. Earlier that year I had found a vibrator in my dad's closet that I assume he used on my mom. One day when they were gone I took it into the bathroom and began massaging myself with it...using it on my cock, balls, and asshole. As I was moving it around I moved it underneath my cockhead and a jolt went through me. A pleasure so intense it was almost painful...I gasped..did it again...I could only stand it for a moment at a time. I put the vibrator back on the underside of my cock head again and held it there. After only about 5 or 6 seconds I shot my first load. It was thick, creamy, and slightly yellow. Up to this time I had never even had a wet dream.
I put the vibrator back, but wanted to try it again. Unfortunately my mom was at home all the time and I could never get it without her noticing. So I went back to playing with myself with just my hands. Later that week I was able to get myself to cum jacking off, and it then became a daily habit.
Back to the library: I was so excited! I knew that gay guys existed, but had never seen one in the circles my family ran in, or in the small town in which I lived. They just weren't around, or so I thought. I couldn't believe that there were guys right in this town that were looking for sex! I took a small piece of papertowel and wrote down the phone numbers of about 3 or 4 of the guys on the wall. One of which was repeated several times with different messages.
Later, when I was alone at the checkout desk, I tried some of the numbers. The first three were disconnected...I was so disappointed! The fourth one I tried was the one that was repeated several times. I tried it, not expecting it to go through. But it did! I let it ring and got an answering machine...I can still remember it: "You have reached Mel and Jim's place. Please leave your message at the tone because we want to get in touch with you...unfortunately we are now in the middle of a 'chain reaction' and can't come to the phone. Bye bye." I hung up.
I began calling every day. Sometimes one or the other would answer and then hang up when I didn't talk. Finally one day I said, deepening my voice, "I got your number in a bathroom." And hung up...I was so scared! I continued calling everyday...They caught on that I was a nervous kid, I guess, and began talking to me when I called...I never said anything. They began telling me what they would do with me, what they did with each other, would I like to watch, etc...I finally decided to talk to them and see if I could watch them. I called the next day and Mel answered and told me that Jim had moved away. Mel asked me if I wanted to meet him...I told him I was real nervous and scared. He gave me his address and said stop by sometime...
He lived just a couple blocks over from where I lived. I couldn't believe it. I jumped on my bike and rode right over. By this time I was 13. I rode up to his house and kept on riding by. There was no way I was going to stop! I just wanted to see his house and see if I could get a glimpse of him. I didn't that day. But I kept riding by whenever I could. A day or two later I saw him in his yard. He was about 21 or 22, I guessed, about 5'7", short, but had a nice body. He was just wearing some swimtrunks, nothing else, and was situating his water hose and sprinkler in his yard. God, he looked gorgeous to me! He glanced at me and I was sure I blushed. But I was too scared to stop. I continued to ride by when I could and saw him alot. He glanced at me, especially when I would pass his house several times. I think he figured out, either that I was the guy on the phone, or at least was interested in him.
I should point out that I have always looked older than i am. When I was 13 I probably looked 17 or 18. When I was 18, I looked 25. I am now 27, and I think my age has finally caught up with me...I think I look 27, now...or at least I hope so.
A few months later Mel saw me riding by and waved and yelled "hello." I rode to the end of the block and back again and he motioned me up to his house (he was standing in the garage). I rode to the other end of the block and back again...when I passed again he was standing against the back wall of his garage. He motioned me up to him again, but I was too scared. I parked my bike across the street and squatted down on the ground, acting as if I were working on the bike chain, but I was watching him. He motioned me up again, but I guess realized I wasn't going to come to him, he put his hand down his shorts, rubbing himself. Being in the back of his garage as he was, no one could see him unless they were directly in front of his garage, like I was. He saw me staring wide eyed and pulled down his shorts to his knees, showing his cock and balls. He was hard. he began quickly jacking off for me. He leaned against the back wall, threw his head back and came. I was sure I heard a muffled cry, but I couldn't be sure. After his breathing went back to normal he looked back at me, smiled, then pulled up his pants and went inside.
I continued to call and drive by, but I soon got the nerve to talk to him. I told him I had never done anything. He asked me my age and I told him...he was really surprised, but said it didn't bother him. He said he was 23, so we were 10 years apart. I asked him if he had any gay magazines and he said he did. I asked him to leave one on his porch one day when he went to work. While he was gone I went up and took it. We continued to talk and I would come by and watch him jack off. When I was 14 I finally got up the nerve to walk up to him. I went over, he opened the door and we went in. He grabbed my pants, pulled them down and began frantically sucking me. I had never felt anything like it in my life. I came in under 30 seconds. I was trembling. God, it felt good! We continued to play around, eventually me sucking him. I loved it. He was small, only about 5 inches, and smaller than I was at that age. But he was very cute.
After another couple months he told me he wanted to fuck me. I was very scared. But we went into the shower, I sucked him, then he soaped up my ass and slowly began entering me. He was small and thin, so it helped, but I had never been fucked, and was only 14. He was finally in...it hurt alot, but after a couple minutes I loved it, and I've been hooked ever since.
We continued to play around all through my teen years until I left for college. When I came home for vacations I would stop by and we would play some more. Mel taught me alot and broke down my fear. He was also the only guy I had private sex with until I was in my 20's.
He told me all kinds of things about where to meet guys. What restrooms in town had guys occasionally, etc, etc. He taught me about the tapping foot meant that the guy wanted to suck you, etc., etc. I began at 14 going to the main restroom in the mall and sucking guys under the stall walls. Sears, also, was very active. Mostly old guys (or they seemed really old to me). Mostly I sucked them, mostly under the stalls.
I have just got up to my 15th year in this e-mail, but I have 100s of tearoom stories I could tell...lots of park stories, etc etc...Please don't quit your stories! They are an inspiration to all of us! I'm 27 now and meet guys more online that in public places, but I still hook up with them often in video stores, parks, etc.
Well, this was the first installment of my life in gay sex. It only included one guy, but I can tell you, there are many more! If you enjoyed the story and want to hear more, please e-mail me and let me know. ALL E-mail will be answered! I promise! I thrive on E-mail! Catch ya' later!
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