Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2017 00:40:04 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: Boy's Version of Events THE BOY'S VERSION OF EVENTS By Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin AUTHOR's NOTE: The content below is true. Sexual activity between teenage males and adult males is described. If this offends you, please do not read. If it arouses you, please enjoy. Complaints, compliments and comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com I was in Key West on vacation and had gone on the Sunday cruise on the Blu Q, the clothing optional, all male, gay run sailboat out to the reef to snorkel and then over to the sand bar to play in the warm, almost bath water temperature, but crystal clear collision of the Caribbean and the Atlantic. We weren't actually supposed to snorkel but did, much to the relief of a guy that I met on the boat that i ended up sleeping with. He was in Key West as part of a masturbation only group at the Equator. I may write about that experience sometime. The next day, I was bobbing around in the water at Island House, drinking and chatting with a couple that had been on the boat too. There was a guy, a little bit older than me but lean and fit and reasonably sexy, that joined the conversation. He was a pretty aggressive guy and I rapidly ended up being groped pretty heavily by him right there in the pool. I am generally game for anything sexual so we went back to my room, which fronted the pool on the first floor, for a quickie. He had a massage appointment in a hour. As sex went, it wasn't that great. He left for his massage and I had no real intention of hooking up with him again. Somehow, an hour and half later, I found myself having lunch with him, poolside. I got his life story. He had denied his sexuality as a teenager, having a couple of brief, furtive, guilt ridden encounters before marrying. She was abusive. They eventually split after a pretty long marriage. Only now, within the last 18 months, in his late 50's had he come out. Even at that, his experience was limited but he was certainly jumping in feet first being here. He talked about himself and I listened. But then he asked me about when I came out. I laughed a bit. "15 and it was involuntary. I don't guess I've ever been in the closet." "What do you mean involuntary?" "I blew a guy in my class and it ended badly. He told everyone that I was gay and the shit went down. The thing is that I was having an affair with a guy in his 30's at the time too. And that came out. It was quite the scandal." "And you were 15?" he asked, kind of pointedly. "Yeah. I was 13 when it started." "That's statutory rape, isn't it?" he asked with a shocked look on his face. That's why I don't usually tell people. I get that reaction. The you-were-a-victim reaction. I wasn't a victim. I enjoyed it. I wanted it. Not saying that is true for every boy. Maybe not most. But it was for me. The man they called my abuser did not abuse me. Afterwards, when it came out, that was when the abuse started. It was 1980, I was found out to be a gay boy, and was a pariah. The cops abused me, the psychologist did, the prosecutor did, teachers did, the pastor who counseled me (part of my pseudonym "honors" that asshole), the football players that jumped me and beat the shit out of me in the bathroom did but Jerry didn't. Afterwards, when it came out, they all told me that it didn't mean that I was a pervert. Well, never thought I was. Doesn't mean you're homosexual, they said. But I am. Definitely am. Always was. My parents thought I was confused about my gender, that I wanted to be a girl. I'm not transgender. I am male. I love being male. I am masculine. I have nothing but respect and empathy and love for those who are transgendered but I am not them in the same way that they are not necessarily gay. The first inkling was when a neighborhood boy, older than me, a teenager, showed me a selection of porn magazines when I was probably 8 or 9. Of course, I wanted to look at them. What kid wouldn't? They were clearly forbidden, which is an obvious draw. Plus, I was curious. I really had very little idea what any of it was or meant. But there was one magazine, one picture in one magazine really that clearly stands out in my mind. A centerfold from Playgirl. A nude man. That gave me a definite tingle down there that was different. I liked looking at that picture for reasons I couldn't understand. I still have a clear memory of that one picture. I didn't mind and it didn't bother me much, even though I knew I liked it. Me and the boy played doctor that afternoon, just the one time and never again. It wasn't a big deal. Actually, no. The very first inkling was at age 6. We moved to a new house in early December but it was a warm day and after a rain storm. I was playing in the ditch, getting muddy when another boy, from a few houses away, came up on his bike. He came in and played with me, both of us getting gloriously muddy and wet. We loved it. My mother wouldn't let me in the house. I was a big mud ball with eyes and a mouth. Instead, she took me to the back yard and made me strip down to my white Fruit of the Looms so she could take a hose to me. Down the way, the other boy's mom was doing the same thing. I still have a clear image of him in his white underwear from 2 houses down. I didn't know what it meant that I was fascinated and intrigued and excited to see him that way that I was. I was just about to turn 12, June and hot as shit. Summer vacation was far enough along to be bored but still had weeks to go. There was a boy across the street, his name was Eric and he was 15, and his best friend was banging my older sister, who was supposedly looking out for me that summer. So Eric and I hung out. About a quarter mile down the railroad tracks behind my house, Cherry Creek had, just where it came underneath the tracks, a nice swimming hole. It was just barely over my head and up to the top of Eric's chest. The whole way down the tracks, Eric is talking about girls and pussy and sex and stuff. I don't say much because obviously I was a hairless little shit whose balls had just dropped who knew nothing about anything but was intensely curious and eager. We swam in our Fruit of the Loom tightie-whities, which every boy wore back then. He mostly still talked about sex. I know now that he was 15 and horny and was trying as hard as he could but I was clueless then. Finally, as we got out of the water, he asks, "You want to jack off?" I didn't know what it was: jacking off. But I didn't want him to know that I didn't know. So I tried to cover, telling him he could if he wanted. I wanted him to just to see what it was. He didn't like it. I understand why now. He was trying to get in my pants, of course, and he knew that I would less likely to tell on him if I joined in. But horniness wins out in the end as it always does. The underwear comes off and he was hard. Goddamn. I thought I was going to die. Long and thick and hairy, veiny, so different from mine, and he starts rubbing it. Clearly it feels good. He tugs at his balls and strokes that big beautiful thing. I watch wide eyed as he does it. After a while, the most amazing thing happens: globs of white stuff shotout. Somebody should have told me. Who knew? Nature gives us our best toy right there at hand level. Fuck. I couldn't wait to try it out on myself. Alone in the bathroom. A three incher and stiff as shit, just from the memory of Eric's big tool. It did feel good. It did. But I was so disappointed when no white stuff came out. A couple of days later, it was the same drill. Eric had ignored me the next day after the first time but, I guess, he got horny again and so, we hung out. He talked about girls and pussy and I listened. We swam and splashed and had fun. Then, after we got out, he asked if I wanted to jack off. "Yeah" I said. Definitely. I finally fucked a woman at the age of 49. I did her in a porn theatre watched by a dozen guys. One and only time my dick has been in a vagina. My junior and senior years in college I was in a relationship with a bisexual guy that sometimes involved him and me with his girlfriend in the same bed together. It probably happened 2 dozen times. I rarely touched her sexually in any way. That's it for straight sex. Never wanted it. Not interested. Not since I saw that first dick. I didn't know I was gay then because i didn't know what that was. It was just that I was never interested. The next time, we sat next to each other and jacked ourselves off. Then the time after that, Eric reached over, shyly, and put his hand on my thigh and when I didn't stop him because I was incredibly turned on, his hand went on my dick. Then I put mine on his. Well, fuck me. Holding another guys dick is different from your own. And it was great too. Hard like steel but covered in velvet. A couple of times after that, I got my first blow job. He licked at it and then sucked me. The time after that, I gave my first blow job. I know I was awful at it because I had no clue what to do. I mostly just licked and rubbed and put the tip in and actually blew on it. There was teeth involved before I finally figured out how not to do that. With practice I got better. By then, we weren't doing the girls and pussy charade anymore. I would show up at his house and we would go into his room and be naked, kissing and rubbing and licking. Although we did do it once in the patch of woods right behind my house and once in the patch of woods just across the creek and once or twice in the shed. But I liked it in his room best. We could be naked and take a really long time doing it. I could roll around and feel his body and he could touch me all over. It wasn't quick, no pump and dump. We played like that for really long times. I learned how to kiss and how to touch another guy and how to suck dick. About a month in, I got my first pube. Two tiny shafts of black hair right at the base of my dick. I was incredibly proud but I didn't say anything to Eric. I wanted him to find them for himself. He did. "You're going to be a man pretty soon" he said. I beamed. I never let him put a dick in my ass. I did let him grease it up and slid between my butt cheeks as he had his weight on me until he came. Three times, though, he put vaseline on my dick and laid down for me to get on top of him and push my dick into his hole and fuck him. That was totally fucking cool. Not even a teenager yet and I fucked a guy. In the end, Eric broke it off just before school started. He decided what we were doing was queer and he didn't want to anymore.I just thought it was fun and didn't see the problem. In my mind, queer and stuff meant effeminate and I wasn't so it didn't matter to me. It was a couple of years later that Jerry convinced me that I was gay. It was a few months before it ended. He had a new Hustler magazine and the centerfold was this supercute guy with his dick sticking straight up and the woman at the top about to mount him. Jerry asked me what I thought the hottest part of that picture was. The dick, I thought. He told me that meant I was gay. I accepted it without question. I like dick and I am gay. Eric couldn't accept that, apparently, at least not then. I would have rather continued to play. But that was the way it was. Other than missing the sex, I didn't care. I didn't love him, didn't think of him as my boyfriend or anything. I just liked doing it. Now, I had to pleasure myself with my hand, which I did a lot. He was in high school and I was in middle school, so we didn't see each other much and he moved away after Christmas. When you turn 13, you can join the Boy Scouts. There was a boy in the neighborhood, Joe, that was a patrol leader and he went out of his way to get me to join. My parents were happy enough and I was too. Our troop met at a church and it turned out the the Scoutmaster, Jerry, lived nearby, in the old farmhouse that predated the subdivision that had grown up around it. A week or two, maybe more, into scouting, still a Tenderfoot, we had a campout at an old Civil War era fort. We had to leave early on Saturday because it was about a 2 1/2 hour drive and Joe suggested that I stay with him at Jerry's and we could all go to the church together. My parents thought that made sense, so Friday night, I had my stuff and went over there. It was 1978 and a more innocent age, I guess. We had a guys night, some old war movie on TV, pizza. Jerry had some beer for himself and let me and Joe have one. Joe might have had two. I didn't like the taste but I didn't say anything. I wanted to be cool, one of the guys. Pretty soon, though, it was time for bed. I assumed that Joe would get the spare bed and I would get the couch. I was wrong. "You can have the spare bed, if you want" Jerry said "But you don't have to," Joe chimed in. "You could stay in the big bedroom with us if you want. We kinda help each other out, you know, guy stuff" I looked at him. "You mean jacking off?" "Yeah" Jerry said "Okay" I said. "I like doing that" We all stripped off to go to bed. It was summer and he only had wall units and they weren't that efficient so it was warm and actually sleeping naked made sense. I was a bit shy. I had grown some since last summer but I was rail thin, big hands and feet and all out of proportion but my dick and balls had grown and I now had a shock of pubic hair in a dome above my dick but otherwise pretty much hairless. They were both men in every way that counted. Muscles and hair everywhere, arms and legs and up to the navel and on the chest for Jerry. I thought they looked fine. I was hard as I stood there still in my underwear. "You and that guy, what was his name, Eric? You two messed around last summer, didn't ya?" Joe asked. I admitted we had. "That's sort of what me and Jerry do" "Okay" I said. I didn't mind. Except I thought I was going to explode. My heart was pounding and my palms sweaty. I was nervous and anxious. I wanted to do it, I did. I also wanted to run away. But if I had run, I would have run back. Standing there, rock sill, I was staring at Joe in particular as he undressed. Lean and broad shouldered, defined without being overbuilt, he was a fine specimen of teenage manhood, a triangular shock of black pubic hair, black pit hair and a bit of scruff on his face. Jerry was a man. Not tall but fit, hard. I felt young and small. Joe got on the bed and patted the center, calling me to him. I got on the bed. I was in the center, Jerry on my right, and Joe on my left. "You can take them off" Jerry whispered, referring to my Fruit of the Looms, "nothing but us guys here." I haunched up and slid them off and flung them to the end of the end, liberating my stiff prick. It felt better, less constrained. My dick pointed straight toward my chin, resting on my flat belly, nestled in the ringlet of pubic hair. I was breathing hard. I cannot begin to say how nervous and anxious I was. It seemed like each moment was a year, time was moving slowly. I made no moves, initiated nothing but I wanted it to happen. Jerry pressed himself against me, he was hard too and his hard on pressed against my thigh, and stroked my cheek before turning my head toward and leaning forward to kiss me. I knew how to kiss. I mean kiss for real, tongue and all, and not just little kid kissing. I kissed him back and my dick grew even harder if such a thing were possible. I felt Joe's hand on my dick. I gasped. I couldn't control it. Shot after shot of hot creamy jizz shot out of my dick, coating my thin torso in semen. I thought I was going to die, just from the shame. Nothing at all, a kiss and a touch, and I shot off. They hadn't started and I was done. It was so embarassing. "It's okay, little brother, it's cool" Joe said. "You were just excited. It's cool" I felt a bit mollified and then Jerry said, "Joe and I are going to mess around and you watch. When you're ready, join in, cool?" I nodded. We all rearranged yourselves and Joe and Jerry began to make out, kissing and touching, their bodies intertwined, pawing at each other. It was erotic, I have to admit. At this point in my life, I have not seen any porn or anything. VHS didn't exist even. Seeing two male bodies in the act of making love did in fact turn me on. In fact, it didn't take long at all. I was soon hard again. Joe noticed and motioned me over. Soon we found ourselves where Jerry was blowing Joe and Joe was blowing me. And that was intensely wonderful. I mean it felt tremendous. A mouth and a tongue on me, on my most private thing, was amazing. I felt alive and horny and really grown up. Joe laying beside me, I stroked myself. Jerry reached over and stroked me. But then he took me in and sucked me. He went up and down on it in a practiced smooth way and I just leaned back and let him, enjoying it. A grown man pleasuring me. He was hard too. He wanted too. I wanted him too. He sucked on my balls, a trick Eric hadn't known, and licked hard at the skin between my balls and asshole. That felt good. I found myself straddling Joe's chest, face fucking him. I loved everything about what we were doing. I liked having my naked body worshipped and desired. I loved the warmth of his mouth on my tool. The wetness. The friction. It felt wonderful. Joe pushed me to the bed and got between my legs. He continued to suck me. Jerry was beside me, standing next to the bed, hard. I lean over and opened my mouth. I am not saying I was a great cocksucker, far from it. Not then at least. But I was eager. I really only could get the tip of it in from how I was laying but I reached up and stroked his hard dick. Then as now, I get off on sucking dick. Particularly then. Getting a man off, giving him pleasure in that way, knowing that he grown and an adult and really the boss of me, gave me a sense of power. So I sucked him. Soon we were laying next to each other, Joe and me, both naked and erect. Jerry was on the end of the bed, really between my legs. Joe was his side, his dick next to mine. Jerry was blowing us both, first me and then him and then trying to get both of us in his mouth together. He would stroke me and suck him. Then he sucked me and stroked him. It went on for a long time. Each second felt better than the last. After a while, I couldn't hold it. I didn't want to. It felt too great to stop. Every part of my body felt alive. Every nerve ending was electrified. Waves of pleasure swept over me as Jerry sucked, each wave greater than the last. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't remember how. I didn't want to. I just wanted to enjoy the wonderful feeling down there. But it was becoming uncomfortable, not painful but full and then like I was going to die, die in a massive explosion. Die from pure ecstatic pleasure. THen, just when I couldn't hold it anymore, I shot off, now a second time, far more amazing than my premature ejaculation. I watched as Joe fucked Jerry. Iloved the sight of his lithe teen body, his muscles straining as he fucked the older man. Then, we all settled in for the night, all three of us on the bed together, jammed together and naked. I was tired and cranky as we got ready to leave for the campout. We traveled down there, camping in the designated place and spending time on the fort, next to the green water of the Atlantic Ocean. Joe, as the assistant and very nearly Eagle, did pay me a bit of attention and I regarded him as my special friend, really my hero. Jerry, though, didn't. He mostly ignored me, which I couldn't understand. It hurt my feelings. That night, we made chili to eat and the next day, after lunch, we headed for home. I was still confused and upset that Jerry hadn't paid me any attention. That Sunday night, after everybody had settled down, I snuck out through my window, grabbed my bike and headed off for Jerry's house to confront him. I was crying when I got there. He answered the door, in shorts and a T shirt. It didn't seem that I had woken him up. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Why didn't you talk to me at the camp out. You acted like I was nobody." "Oh, no, little man. It's not like that" he said, opening the door and letting me in. He explained it to me. How he could get in trouble and no one could find out. I all ready knew that, or guessed at it or understood it when he said it. He took me to bed that night and did the things that I love before sending me back home on my bike to sneak in and go to sleep at home, happy and satisfied. The three of us did that as often as possible. Frankly, I wanted Joe more than Jerry. Joe, it should be said, was never a shit to me, not even once. He always acted like he was glad to see me even when I wanted to hang around with him and his friends. After a year, though, he headed off for college and that left me and Jerry alone. My affair with Jerry lasted for more than 2 years, until the fall term of my sophomore year in high school. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on. I invited him over to spend the night one weekend, he having gotten some pot and me some Jack Daniel's. He tried to make time with this girl in my neighborhood than ran with our clique but, while she smoked our smoke, she left him horny and hard up. Along about midnight, I blew him. He came in my mouth. The next day, he was cold and indifferent. By Monday, he was freaking out. Suddenly, my secret was out. He either knew or guessed or maybe I told him about me and Jerry, who by that time I was fucking regularly. My parents didn't drink and I had liberated the liquor from him. That ended up being the fatal mistake. The boy knew where I got it from. He told. The next thing I know, people at school want to talk and then a deputy, who led me to believe that he knew more than he actually did and I ended up saying more than I should have. The search warrant found pictures, of me and of Joe and of other boys through the years. It was a small town and it was quite the scandal. He took a plea and was sentenced to 20 years. There were problems with my parents, problems at church, obviously I quit Scouts. That spring, the jocks locked the door in the boy's bathroom and beat me until I was unconscious. My Junior and Senior years would be spent with my oldest sister and her husband in Savannah. I got a job as a busboy at a restaurant downtown where the wait staff was mostly gay. After work, we went to a gay bar tucked into a lane off one of the square. This was just months after the shooting detailed in the Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. I was underage but I was cute and fit and no one asked for ID. I went to the head waiter as he talked at the bar with his crony's, cigarette in hand, that a man had offered me $20 bucks to let him suck me off. "Listen Chick, you got some prime meat. You tell him it's $50 and not a penny less. If he offers 40, take it" I did. I never let Jerry fuck me. At 16, I let an Army Ranger, a decade my senior initiate me into the gay brotherhood of the pleasures of taking it in the ass. I wrote Jerry a couple of times, apologizing but he never wrote back. When I was freshly out of college working my first real job in the city, I met up with Joe, through a friend of a friend of a friend, at a gay bar. He was thin and cachectic, and it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We never hooked back up but we were friends until he died a few years later. I sat by his bed as he breathed his last. He had recruited me as his replacement. He had marked me out as willing and groomed me for Jerry. I was Joe's present to his adult lover. I thanked him for it. Jerry would be in his 70's, if he is still alive. He's long out of prison, of course. You never know, he may be reading this. An attraction to boys doesn't change much I don't think. I don't regret the sex. Not one little bit. I regret the shit that rained down on us. I figure that if you are having the sex you want, even if you are young, and no one is hurt by it, then it isn't wrong. If you are old enough to cum, you are old enough to decide for yourself. I owned my body and I owned my sexuality. It's mine. No one can judge. After sleeping with my guy at Island House, I was convinced what his problem was: he was a bottom and didn't know it. He understood on an intellectual level that being gay meant one of us has to take it but, in his mind having always been the pitcher, that he was naturally a top. I doubted it. We went to the Butterfly place, which I being queer kind of really like and find peaceful and he liked but not as much, but he whined about the heat and humidity. Plus, I think he enjoyed being naked and free and sexual with guys as a liberation from his years of enforced heterosexuality. BUt I had an idea. We went by the adult bookstore on Truman and I bought him the smallest dildo they had. Later that night, I showed him how to douche and be ready and then introduced him to butt play. A few months later, we talked on the phone. He had bottomed for the first timee and loved it. That's the glory of being gay. Everything is negotiable. We don't have to be like straight people. Nothing is set in stone. If it's right for you then it's right. I learned that as a teenager. Jerry taught me. And he taught me how to give head. Despite all the shit, I appreciate the education. IF YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY, CHECK OUT: DAD TAKES ME TO A BATHHouSE - an 18 year old boy is taken to Club Orlando by his father for his birthday and has the adventure of a lifetime. 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