I originally posted this story in 2002.
None of this story is true, as far as I know. It was sparked by something I read about gay boys being picked on and I figured it would be nice to have a young hero. So if you are a gay boy and under 18, then skip the sexy parts, shaaaa rrright, and know that there are hero's out there and that you aren't alone. Please see note at end of chapter.
N-joy Hugs. Tag_m
At fourteen, almost fifteen, I guess I must have been a little big for my age. I stood about Five foot seven and a half and weighed in at about one forty, one forty five. My dad had been a big man, and my mom was tall, so I was pretty much destined to follow suit. I had been told I was cute enough too, medium length light brown hair and hazel green eyes, depending on the day I guess. I was in real good shape, having had an uncle who owned a fitness place in the city where we had moved from. I used to work out every day, so after we moved I had to figure out other ways to stay exercised. I didn't care for sports much, other than swimming and the town that we moved to had a pool so I kinda became a regular there until school started. And then I saw Toran. Yes, yes, yes, I like boys. I'm gay, I'm a fag, a poofter whatever the fuck you want to call it. And, this is most important, I don't give a rusty fuck what you, or anyone else thinks about it, which is a big part of this story. Anyhow, that out of the way, I spotted the aforementioned Toran right off the bat in my English class. Shorter than me at about five foot four, he had platinum blonde hair worn a little long. It would have actually longer than it was but the curl in it sort of shrunk it up some. The boy had dynamite baby blues framed by ultra long lashes, a turned up nose, and what looked like a pretty tight body. God knows his ass was slender and looked pretty firm. He was drop dead cute I'm telling you and was just a wee bit girlish. Not really flaming or anything and maybe it was just my gaydar that picked it up or maybe even wishful thinking, I dunno, but I liked what I saw and made a decision to get to know him which turned out to be fairly simple. I ran into him after school at the bus stop, got on the bus right behind him and when he sat down, asked if I could sit next to him. He was a little surprised but nodded his head "yes". "Hey, I'm Dixon," I said, extending my hand. I am a fairly outgoing dude. I had been in drama and thus school plays as well as other extracurricular pursuits most of my young life. "I'm Toran," he responded, "You're in my English class aren't you?" And I nodded and said that I was. He asked where I was from and I gave the brief run down, leaving a lot of stuff out, stuff that he would eventually learn, if I had my way about it. He asked how I liked it so far in wonderful Johnstown and I told him it was ok, then dropped my voice and said conspiratorially, "For a hick town." Toran looked surprised for a moment then laughed, his beautiful head thrown back and his whole body shaking. I liked his laugh, it almost had a melodic quality to it. "That's so funny and so true," he said after he settled down a little bit. I was glad he laughed, it had been a big gamble throwing that out there so soon but like I said, that's how I am. Toran took the time to tell me a little about himself and it turned out that we liked the same kind of books, movies, and other little things. He didn't care for sports at all, liked drama and hated math. I was very good at math but hated science, which he was good at so we made a pact to start helping each other with our homework. He got off the bus first, saying he would see me in the morning and I thought about him for the rest of the ride to my stop. As I walked in the living room door my mom was there cleaning and asked how my first day of school went. I told her it was pretty cool then told her a little bit about Toran. "Oh," she said with a knowing smile, "boyfriend material is he?" "Maybe," I responded back, "he's pretty cute and I know you'll like him, he's a nice guy." I had come out to my mom when I was thirteen. By then I knew I liked boys and since my mom and I talked to each other about everything, I knew I was safe by telling her. I had only had one real boyfriend since then, although I had more than a few sexual encounters with boys my age, frequently in my own bedroom. My mother was a social worker, her degree in clinical psych, so we had gone over the whole sexual thing. She knew that she couldn't stop me, and why would she try. Pregnancy certainly wasn't an issue, but STD's and hygiene were so that is where she focused her influence on me. The next morning Toran came on the bus and plopped down next to me and we talked all the way to school before separating for our classes, making a deal to meet for lunch. About 10 minutes into my math class, Toran came in, handed a slip of paper to Mr. Williams who directed him to a seat somewhere behind me. Toran gave me a little eyebrow raise on the way by and after class told me he got a transfer into that math class. "I figured it might be easier if we were both in the same class." He didn't have to explain to me, I was all for it. We were in English next period so I sat behind him, some times whispering things to him to make him laugh. Toran had a science class the following period and I had gym then lunch during which we talked some more, bonding, as my mom would say. Ya, I'd like to bond with this boy all right. Afternoon was drama then science and gym, Toran's classes being the reverse of mine. We agreed to meet by his locker after school and catch the bus home and as I got close to where his locker was I saw three older boys with Toran sort of backed up against the wall, with them facing him. I didn't know what was going on precisely but I knew pretty much that Toran was in a spot. I got to within five feet of the little gathering and said out loud, "Toran, there you are dude, I been looking all over for you. Excuse me guys," I said as I walked right through them. "Common, I really need help with this science shit, I just don't get it at all" and I took him by the arm and led him away looking over my shoulder said, "Sorry guys but I really need his help right now," and strode down the hall and out the front door with my new friend in tow. Once out on the sidewalk and still walking Toran said in a half quiet voice filled with awe, "Fuck Dixon you are one smooth mother fucker, you know that?" "Yeah, I know, keep walking" I said, not running but taking very purposeful strides toward our bus and not looking back. "What was that all about?'" I asked him after we had walked another 20 feet. "Those three are the high school bullies. They've picked on me before but like, they pick a lot of other kids," he added, not clarifying whether the bullies picked on other kids or other kids picked on him. I didn't pursue it but made a point to some-time in the future. I did most of the talking on the way home because Toran seemed a little bit subdued. I figured that he was embarrassed or it had something to do with the afternoons' little altercation and I had no doubt that altercation was totally the best way to describe it even though nothing physical had actually taken place. As we pulled up to his stop I leaned over as if to get something and said into his ear, "Don't worry Toran, I got your back." He smiled at me then, flashing his perfect, blazingly white teeth. "Thanks," he mouthed before passing in front of me. I was right, he did have a cute little ass. And I wanted to lick it, among other things. Mom was at work when I got home so I grabbed a little snack then went up to my room to change. I was thinking of Toran as I stripped to my briefs. Well, to be honest, I was thinking more about Toran's cute ass. Then I got to wondering about his front. I tried to check it out kind of but he wore long shirts that covered him so I couldn't even guess. I started to get hard so laid on my bed and rubbed at the front of my underwear, helping my erection along, the other hand rubbing my chest and playing with a nipple. Finally, I was full on hard, all seven and a quarter inches of uncircumcised cock pushing at the fabric that held it captive. Dutifully, I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled downward, freeing up my cock, until the cloth was a puddle at my ankles. My hard cock was about an inch off of my flat hard belly, pulsing with each beat of my heart. The slit was looking right at me like a puppy dog waiting patiently for a pat, so, pat it I did. I began slowly stroking on my boy toy, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the swollen head while my other hand cupped my fat hairless balls, tugging gently on smooth eggs and squeezing them, also gently. I was thinking about Toran doing it for me, or me doing it to him. I hadn't jacked off for about four days, which was very rare indeed. So, I was feeling horny and hot so it didn't take very long before the familiar tingle started in my balls. I jacked harder and faster then felt my cock thicken just before the head erupted. I thrust my hips high into the air, the feelings so intense that I could barely stand it, and I blasted a large squirt of white gooey sperm up to my neck, the gooey streak draping down onto my neck. A second squirt got my right nipple and the third one halfway between the previous one and my belly button. There were another couple of burps before the show ended with a slow dribble down over my thumb knuckle as my stroking slowed and finally stopped. I laid there for at least three minutes, letting my breath get back to normal. I finally got up and cleaned myself off, put my lavender briefs back on, slipped into some cargo style shorts and a tee and went downstairs to watch TV. Mom got home about an hour later and fixed dinner. I was doing some homework later when mom called me to the phone. "Hey, how ya doin," Toran's voice asked after my tentative hello. "Oh hey Toran," I responded back, the smile on my face reflected in my voice, I hoped. "Nothing, just doing science. Man that stuff is way too labor intensive for me I'm telling you. I really don't like it even a little bit," I told him. "Well how about I have my mom drive me over and I'll help you with it. Do you think that your mom can drive me back afterwards?" I asked my mom who said that she could and Toran did, come over that is, about 15 minutes later. I was waiting in the living room when the doorbell rang and jumped up to open it, letting the cutest boy in town make the first step into my private life. I introduced him to my mom and we went up stairs to my room and Toran set his stuff on my desk and then glanced around my large room. I still had a ton of stuff in boxes and stacked in my closet cause I wasn't sure yet how much of it I was going to put up. All four shelves of my bookcase were filled though and Toran walked over to glance through some of the titles. He picked up a volume of American Indian tribes and thumbed through it with little interest and put it back, his interest roaming over some of the novels I kept. Something peaked his interest and he pulled out a glossy magazine that I had forgotten was there, lying on top of a set of encyclopedia's that almost touched the shelf above them. "Uh oh" I thought. I wanted Toran to know I was gay at some point, but I wanted to get him there a little more gently and even then after I knew him better. He thumbed through it quickly, pausing once or twice at full page color pictures of guys, some in underwear. "What's this" he asked, curiosity lurking in his voice, but not malice. "It looks like a gay magazine." My heart thumping I replied, "It is, kind of. XY is a magazine for the younger gay and lesbian crowd under twenty five or something. They discuss different issues, do movie and book reviews and stuff." "HHhmmm, well, are you gay?" he asked softly, looking up into my eyes. "Would it matter if I was or wasn't," I asked back. His response was quick, "No Dixon, not at all, I was just curious, it doesn't matter, really, so what part of science are you having trouble with?" he asked, mimicking my pronunciation. I had actually pronounced it cy-unce. He had already replaced the magazine and was walking back toward my desk. I quelled my heart and followed him. We spent the better part of an hour helping each other with our respective school problems when there was a soft knock at the door. I hollered "come in and turning, I saw mom in the open doorway with a plate of brownies and two large glasses of milk on a tray. "I thought you guys might like a little snack" she said as she came over and deposited the tray on one corner of my desk. I call the thing a desk but it isn't really. It's more of a workbench, a seven foot long piece of laminated counter top that had come out of a house my dad remodeled. It sits on top of plastic boxes that they put milk gallons into for storage, stacked three high at each end of the bench. It's really a great all purpose item that can take a lot of abuse and I had two office chairs for it, the padded kind on rollers that can pump up and down. Kewl. "Thanks mom." Mom isn't exactly the June Cleaver type so I knew she was wanting to help make a good impression on Toran. "Thanks Mrs." And there Toran stopped, looking sheepish. "I don't even know your last name, I feel sooooo stupid" he said, looking at me. I laughed because the expression on his face was so classic, like he had stood up ready to toss off an answer in class and got a total brain fart and forgot what he was gonna say. Mom saved the day, patted Toran on the shoulder and said, "Bennett, and don't worry about it Toran. You can call me Patty if you like, or Mrs. Bennett, either way is fine. I'll let you boys get back to studying," she said then turned and left the room. I was still smiling big Time and said, "Dude, the expression on your face was so funny I wish I had a camera. It reminded me of a guy once in a martial arts show I was at and he was doing this complicated form and as he turned toward the judges and where I was sitting and he just froze in place you could see on his face that he totally forgot what he was doing." "Oh man I really felt stupid Dixon, gosh." And his voice just trailed off. "Ahh don't worry about it buddy," and I put an arm around his shoulder and hugged him a good one before reaching for the tray and sliding it over to replace books and papers. We nibbled and made small talk, Toran's eyes occasionally glancing toward my bookcase, which got me to wondering. Finally I said quietly, "You can look through it if you want Toran, it's ok." He looked at me, knew that I knew something about what was going on in his head so didn't bother to deny it. He just said, "Are you sure, I mean, I wouldn't want to offend you or anything, it's just that I've never seen a magazine like that and, well, it's interesting is all." I got up and retrieved the XY and brought it back to the bench pushing the tray of food back to make room. It was an older issue titled SKEWL and had a locker room scene on the cover with Randy Harrison, the drop dead cute and hot as hell, star of Queer As Folk. We thumbed through it together without much talk, Toran lingering at Times before moving on. There were a couple of photos that pretty well depicted what had happened, or might have happened, to Toran at school that afternoon and I commented on it, my voice gently soft, encouraging him to talk. "Yeah, well," and he kept thumbing through the magazine and slowing down considerably toward the end where there full page pictures of boys, clothed but mostly bare chested, and pants low enough to see a thin ridge of pubic hair sneaking a peak out the top. They were young, well toned, and key-fucking-ute and Toran commented on it. "Yeah, they are, XY always uses guys like that. Hell, you would fit perfect in there." Toran turned and looked at me, a quizzical expression, mixed with doubt on his face. I laughed and said, "Dude, seriously, YOU could be in that magazine, trust me." He looked back at the magazine, then back at me. "Soooo, are you saying I'm gay, or I'm cute" he asked in an either/or tone, his voice low, and I knew then. I knew he was gay or at least open to the whole thing and I also knew that we were at a critical point here. Having a psychologist mom has a great deal of advantages, having taught me how to read people and situations, to communicate and other things. "Toran," I said, my voice matching his, "I'm saying that you look every bit as good as any boy in there," And pointed at the magazine, "and given the chance could grace these pages with your presence." I decided to take a chance here and added lightly, "Of course I've only seen your face, I don't know how the rest of your body would look in here. We might have to keep you clothed, but maybe not," and I leaned away, letting my eyes drift down over his fully clothed body. We were sitting, the sides of our bodies touching and he bumped into me with his shoulder in that "Quit it" kind of way, that says "I like what your saying but am embarrassed by it." He went on slowly turning pages and without looking up said softly, "So could you ya know, be in here I mean." Pause. "And I bet your body would look great." And he smiled a little crooked half smile. We were at what is called "a choice point" and it was a matter of how fast I wanted to get where I was headed with this cutie boi. "Well then, I guess I'll have to give you a peek then," and stood up and stepped away from the bench, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Just before it was done, I turned dramatically, dropped the shirt to my shoulders and looked coyly back over my shoulder at him and smiled a fake sexy seductive smile, then turned slowly, holding my shirt open and away from my body. As I said in the beginning, I am in very good shape and by virtue of training am well developed, probably better than one out of a hundred boys my age and certainly equal to almost any boy I have seen in XY. My pecs are well toned, with nice pink-ish brown medium sized nipples. My chest graduate into a defined six pack, my lower belly tight, and gently sloping into my pants, my narrow hips prominent and creating a slight gap between them and my lower abdomen as it slipped into the waistband of my underwear. I sported a classic "V". Toran had turned in his chair to watch me, and his mouth literally hung open in surprise. When he finally found his voice he said quietly, and maybe even a little throatily, "Dixon, your body is so awesome I can't believe it, oh man," and unconsciously I'm sure, he reached out and trailed his fingers over my abs. His fingers felt so good, almost cool on my skin. "My body isn't anywhere near what yours is" and he stood, pulling his tee-shirt up and over his head. He was right, it wasn't, but without bragging, not that many boys were. Toran was slender, a defined chest with small light brown nipples and areola's. His belly wasn't nearly as defined as mine either but it was smooth and flat, his pale skin a contrast to my darker skin but just as inviting. "You have a nice body Toran, turn around." And I indicated a circle with my finger. He did and when he came full circle I said, "You have a nice little butt, much nicer than mine I think." And boy did he; a narrow bubble butt that protruded nicely from the small of his back. "Maybe mine is smaller," he responded, making me turn as he did, "but yours is still really nice and matches you I think and if it's like your chest and stuff I bet it's like a rock." He had totally forgotten that we had entered the type of discussion that boys generally don't get into, at least not in a friendship that was this new. But then, if he was gay, or inclined that way, it was understandable. Then he clinched it. We were standing practically chest to chest, the sexual tension so thick in the air that you could cut it with a knife. He looked up slightly up at me and very quietly asked, "Does the rest of your body match this I wonder," and he lightly touched my abs again right at my underwear band, his eyes never leaving mine. I was sure that if he looked down he could see that my dick was responding to the talk as well as his gentle touch. I reached between us and grazed a nipple with my fingers and said very softly, "Maybe you should spend the night tomorrow and find out." "Maybe I should," he said, his voice still low, "maybe I should, but for now, I need to get home, it's getting late and if I want to spend the night tomorrow that..." he let the sentence trail off. It was almost like my mom was listening in or reading our minds or something cause she called from the bottom of the stairs. "I need to take Toran home," she called up the stairs. We're coming down now mom," I yelled back that and Toran put his tee back on while I buttoned my shirt choosing to leave it hanging out to cover my now full on chubby. I heard mom open the front door and the car start in the driveway and as we headed out of my room, I stopped Toran at the top of the stairs and leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm glad I met you" I whispered. The look on his face changed quickly from surprise to a smile and he quickly kissed me back, "Me too." And ran down the stairs with me in hot pursuit and we didn't stop till we reached the back of our car, a Lexus sc 400. We sat in the back and engaged in an animated conversation until Toran had to get at his house. I had climbed in first, so as he was getting out I reached out and gave his butt a little squeeze which mom couldn't see, not that she would have cared, but I didn't want to embarrass Toran. When he turned to say goodbye, he had a huge grin on his face, then he was gone up the sidewalk. Mom commented that he seemed like a nice boy and I was right, he was cute, "But so are you Dixon, I hope you realize that." "Yeah, I know," I said, not bragging but simply agreeing, "Toran said so. He's gonna spend the night tomorrow if you don't mind." She gave me a little smirk of a smile and said that was fine with her and changed the subject. She knew that Toran and I would likely have sex but that was as much information as she wanted. She never pried into my sexual affairs, allowing me to talk about that kind of stuff with her if I chose to, or not as the case might be. My mom was the coolest. At home, I said goodnight and went to my room and closed the door, stripping down immediately and lubing my still hard cock and jacking off, thinking about the evening with Toran and fantasizing about what would happen the next night, if he were allowed to spend the night. I came hard and fast, my sperm slamming out of my cock and reaching as far as it had earlier that day, leaving a sticky white trail from my belly button to my neck. Toran and I sat together on the bus and this Time, our legs not only touched but we both exerted a slight pressure against the other, building on the sexual energy of the night before. All during the day it was difficult trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, to have a meaningless conversation between us knowing that in a few hours we would most likely be naked and sexy. At one point during lunch when we were outside and no one was around I whispered to him, "Did you go home and jack off thinking about tonight?" Toran looked around before nodding his head yes. "Me too," I whispered back, I shot cum all the way to my chin." He looked over at me, his eyes wide open and a half smile on his perfect lips. "True story" I said quietly then I added, "You are spending the night aren't you?" He nodded yes and all I could say was "good." The ride home on the bus was a repeat of the morning, legs touching, slight pressure, nothing to arouse the attention of others but sufficing to let one know the other was there. Toran left the bus, saying g'bye and I rode on home to my stop. The plan was that Toran would come over about seven thirty or so which fit my schedule. After dinner, I went up and took a shower, once again grateful that I had my own bathroom, dried off by towel first then wandered around my room naked to dry off totally. I lightly sprayed my hair with le Man, my favorite cologne, then put a small drop of it behind each ear for fragrance. I like to keep cologne off of skin areas that might have someone's lips touched to it because it tastes shitty. I chose Calvin underwear, startling white against my American Indian & Italian skin color. They were cut high at the hips, which of course emphasized my stuff big Time. I slipped on some baggy cargo pants, loose at the waist; easy to fall off once they are unbuttoned. I topped it off with a white cotton pullover shirt with an open neck and no buttons. It was a blousy sort of thing that you might find in the tropics, loose long sleeves that ended at my wrists. I looked at my self in the mirror and ever critical decided I was definitely seducible. Then I heard the front door bell ring. I skipped a few steps going down the stairs and opened the door to see Toran and I assumed, his mother standing there. My heart skipped a beat but I recovered quickly and invited them both in. Toran introduced the woman as his mother, Mrs. Williamson, who went on to say that she generally tried to know the parents of boys that Toran hung out with, oh, and of the course the boy. I laughed and asked them to have seat in the living room while I went up stairs to get my mother. Two minutes later we were back in the living room, introductions were made and the basic topic of discussion, parental networking, came out. Both parents agreed on all points, my mother stating quite clearly that she trusted me implicitly to do what was right in any given situation. The conversation drew to a close and Toran's mom left, apparently satisfied that all would be well. I asked Toran if he wanted a soda or something to which he nodded yes so we went foraging in the kitchen, returning a few minutes later and flipping on the TV and sitting, one on each end of the sofa. I patted the seat next to me but he wouldn't move, whispering, "Your mom's in the house, I can't." Boy did I have some things to teach this boy. Five minutes later mom came down the stairs and said she was going to a movie with a couple of the girls and would be home later. I stood for the obligatory hug and kiss and then out the door she went. Toran moved before the car had left the driveway, sitting right next to me with a hand touching my thigh but not quite on it. I figured, correctly as it turned out, that Toran was not very experienced which meant that I would need to take the lead. Not a problem for me. I set my soda on the table next to me and turned to face him. I put my hand on his chin, brought our faces together and leaned the rest of way to put my lips to his, softly, gently and while not a quick peck, I didn't linger long either. "Want to go up to my Room I whispered." He only nodded his head so I took his hand and stood, encouraging him to his feet. His hand still in mine, I walked him upstairs and into my room, closing the door behind us. I turned to face him and, hands on his shoulders, kissed him again, this time a little longer. Toran was the one that broke the kiss on that go around then looking into my eyes stated, "I've never done this before Dixon. I've wanted to, I've dreamed of it but haven't." "It's ok baby," I whispered to him, "I'll go slow and easy. It'll be just fine." "I trust you Dixon," he whispered back, "I'm really nervous but I trust you." My room was bathed in a deep blue due to a light that I had placed in the corner behind my dresser. It created a nice seductive atmosphere as I stepped away from Toran about three feet and lifted my shirt up over my head and tossed it out of the way. Without taking my eyes from him, I undid the snap of my pants and unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor on their own. Toran's eyes followed downward of course so I just stood, hands at my side and allowed him to take me in. I could see his eyes go wide in amazement. I don't wish to sound conceited or arrogant and I'm not really into bragging. But realistically, to a boy with no experience, I probably was, if not an amazing sight, at least very eye catching. As I said, my body is well developed from my head to my toes and everything in between. My seven plus inch cock and large balls filled out the Calvin's very nicely, the dazzling whiteness of the cloth standing out against my darker skin. The blue light enhanced all of it, adding even more eroticism to the whole scene. "My god Dixon your body is so incredible," Toran said with quiet awe as he gazed up and down, lingering on the white portion. I stepped back up to him. "I bet your body is worth looking at too," I said. I reached over to the bottom of his shirt, I pulled it out of his pants and then tugged it up over his blonde head. I ran my hands over his smooth chest and belly then undid his pants and pulled them down far enough for them to fall on their own then stood back a little and looked him over. Of course he wore boxers, in this case red silk, and the front protruded nicely from his obviously hard cock. Toran looked lovely, and I told him so. Moving back to him, I put my arms around his waist and pulled his body into mine, feeling his warmth and the pressure of his dick against mine. "I love your body Toran. I love how it looks and I love how it feels against mine." And I kissed his lips, this Time longer, with more pressure and motion. He responded back, his arms going around my neck and exerting pressure as my hands slid downward and gently kneaded his slim boy butt. Oh man, his boy butt felt so good in my hands and I continued to rub and squeeze, pulling the cheeks slightly apart through the soft fabric and letting them go back together of their own accord. I broke the kiss and moved down to his neck and began kissing it. Toran let his head fall to one side, giving me more access and I felt his whole body shiver as my lips gently touched from place to place. His skin was so soft and warm and I was getting oh so hot just from holding him. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> NOTE: I get email every day from boys and men with similar issues. If you are a boy experiencing this problem, other problems or questions related to sexual orientation or sexuality please contact me. Ask all the questions you need, feel free to share on whatever level you feel comfortable. I have years of professional experience working with boys on many levels. You are not alone, nor need you be.