This story contains explicit sexual content between a boy and a man. If it offends you, or is illegal where you live, stop here and go grab a Dr Suess book. If you liked it, respond to dj1@icanect.com Aaron was born in Pensylvania. He didn't have the most healthy environment for growing up in because his mother fell head over heels for a total loser. After a couple of years of marriage, Aarons father went to jail for being a psychotic idiot. He didn't kill anyone or anything, he was just a total scumbag loser. He got caught stealing, and was charged with aggrivated assault on a police officer. He did drugs, drank and cheated on his wife- Aarons mother. As time went on, Aaron began getting into the same type of trouble his father did when he was his age. Skipping school, smoking cigarettes and pot, he did a little drinking and stealing too. Finally, when Aaron was 12, his mother was ordered to remove him from public school and place him in a private school for "high energy" boys. She couldn't afford it, and since homeschool was her only other option, she decided to pack up and split the scene. She moved down to south Florida, on the beach and got a job as an executive secretary. She was good at her job, but wasn't making a whole lot of money. She was introduced to church by a coworker, and was invited to visit their church. After having no place else to turn, she devoted herself to the preaching and practice of church life. She had a very good singing voice and soon was asked to join the music team. It wasn't long before she was becomming content with her decision to relocate. On the other hand, Aaron was still adjusting. He didn't make the decision to attend church with his mother right away. In fact, it was another year or so before he went to his first service. ********* Gerald's parents separated when he was only 5. After the separation, his mother moved Gerald and his 3 year old sister to Virginia as a means of escape. She was not financially stable and had to go on welfare in order to qualify for "project living". Gerald grew up living off of whatever he could do to entertain himself. Things like hurling rocks into oncoming traffic, playing hide and go seek in a nearby cornfield against the wishes of the shotgun owning proprietor, and even breaking into his first house when he was 7; these were the things that began to shape his young life. His father had taken to being a truck driver after the separation. Gerald can remember a couple occasions when his dad would come to visit in his 18-wheeler. His sister was still to young to remember those visits. His dad would make the turn onto the street where Gerald lived and begin blowing the air horns, announcing his arrival. All the kids in the neighborhood would come running out to see the big truck. Then after a few hours of visiting, he was gone. (I used to wonder why he never stayed very long, but that's just kinda the way it was. But after all these years, I now believe he didn't stay long because he couldn't get along with my mother). Mother met a guy named Ron. Ron's parents were pretty well off, but Ron was so stubborn that he wouldn't except any help from them. Instead, he forced them to live in the projects, live off of welfare, and give Gerald's mother another baby- Christopher (I think I was 6 at the time, and my sister was 4). Ron was a somewhat violent man. Belt and "switch" whippings were a common thing. My first and only christmas there was a tolerable one. We went over Ron's parents for dinner, and they gave my sister and I (from what I remember) nice gifts. My best friend lived next door. His name was David, and he had an autistic brother named J.D. My mother was always at his mother's house playing some card game. Us kids would be outside getting into as much trouble as possible. ((I can write another several pages of our escapades and sexual exploration, but this story is about me and Aaron, not me and David)). A day or two before my 8th birthday, my dad came to visit again, only this time he wasn't driving his 18-wheeler. He was in a green station wagon. It turns out that my mother had had enough of my breaking into neighbor's houses, stealing from the corner store, doing bad in school and eating everything I could find. She decided that she'd put me in a boys home. Well, my grandmother found this out and told my dad what her plans were. He immediately flew to Virginia, bought a beat up station wagon, and drove me, and my sister down to florida. To shorten this a bit, I'll tell you that he had been dating a lady who eventually became my stepmom, and still is to this day. They also got a divorce, but got remarried after a few months. Right after their divorce, (we were living in Jacksonville at the time), my father moved to south miami and moved us in with my grandparents. We lived in a very nice trailer park, and I made friends in no time. It was about 6 monthes after we settled in that I had my first experience with a "man". He was about 20 years old (a guess), and while my friends were in his yard playing, he'd invite me into his room to hang out. I can vividly remember him asking me if I wanted to touch his dick, and that he'd pay me $5 to do it. I think the shock of it all keeps me from remembering most of what happened, but I've come to grips with the fact that he was, and had been, molesting me for several months. I was so young at the time that it just "felt nice". The year is now 1997. My mother and I have no contact at all. My dad and stepmom (who I call "mom") are happily married and during all this time, had another child, my other sister. All the experiences I had as a boy caused me to grow up, and deal with being bisexual, as well as being a boylover. I went through some very rough times in high school keeping my secrete hidden from my friends. In or around 1987, I finally decided to visit church. My parents saw this as a good move and began treating me differently. Because I like the new way I was being treated, I began using the "church thing" as a costume. I publicly said the sinner's prayer to help my fascade, and pretended to seem interested in the church thing. Several years passed, and I am now 28 years old. I've been in and out of different churches, and finally settled on one. Ironically enough, it is a charismatic church. ******** I was sitting in the foyer area one sunday, when in strolled a 5'6", 125 pound adonis. He had short blond hair, the bluest eyes I've ever seen, and wore "baggie" clothes. After a straight 5 or so minutes of starring, I realized I could be caught by another adult, so I stopped. This boy walked over and started talking to Jamie, a 14 year old girls I made friends with. (Jamie and I were really close friends). It turns out that Jamie and this kid went to the same school, and started going out the previous week. I heard her call his name outloud, "Aaron, stop". Of course you know I had to go and see what was going on. I went and stood next to Jamie and got nosey. From what I gathered, Jamie and Aaron had gotten into a fight and split up. Aaron ran outside to get away from "the bitch". I saw this as a perfect opportunity to meet the "adonis". We talked for a few minutes, and I considered that a healthy introduction. As the next couple of weeks progressed, Aaron and I became better friends. He found out I had a computer and hinted that he'd like to check it out. I offered to take him to my place so he could fool around. This went on for several weeks. Finally, he invited me over to his house to officially meet his mom and have dinner. I accepted and it went pretty well. After dinner, Aaron asked his mom if we could go out walking for a while. She said yes, and out the door we went. His real intention was to take me to the roof of his condo and show me his "thinking spot". It was 17 stories up, and dont forget it was right on the beach. An awsome view it was. Aaron's head was always in the clouds. His imagination ran rampid in his head, a result of growing up an only child. From the time I saw him, I couldn't stop starring every chance I got. I know for fact that he caught me a couple of times, but never mentioned it. After a couple of weeks passed, he noticed I was looking more and more depressed. He would constantly ask me, "What's wrong?" I would just always respond with the usual, "I'm just tired I guess." Finally, after hearing that so much, he insisted I was hiding something and wanted to know what it was. "Gerald, I know something is bothering you, what is it? Is it me? You can tell me anything." he pleaded. "Aaron, you cant imagin." I simply said. "You'd never guess." "Are you gay?" he asked innocently. I was shocked, but couldn't answer immediately. "Well, kinda....I'm bi. But it's worse than that." I said. "You like boys, right?" he asked, again as innocent as a boy can be. "Am I THAT obvious?" I asked. "I'm pretty smart for my age, and when someone says- You'll never guess- its usually the "gay thing". Then on top of that, I caught you starring at me alot...too much. I just put two and two together." "Oh man, do you hate me?" I was sure this was the last time I'd get to talk to him for sure. "Of course not. I knew this a few weeks ago. If I cared I would have stopped hanging out with you along time ago. I told you it doesnt matter." he ended. Aaron and I got closer and closer. From that point on, I had a little hope that maybe I would get the chance to "play around" with him. We were swimming in his pool very late one night. Aaron is the kind of kid that wouldn't waste time going upstairs to change, he'd just dive in the pool wearing his long pants. After a swim, and some horseplay, he got out and went into the shower room. I saw this as a perfect opportunity to see if he was ready. I followed him into the empty building. It was a bathroom, and a shower room. One side had a small shower stall, the other side was a sauna room, and the middle had toilet stalls. Aaron had already gotten the shower running by the time I came in and was rinsing off. The stall was just big enough for two people, so I stood next to him and did the same thing. Once again I found myself starring at him. He looked up and caught me. Only this time he gave half a smile. I wasn't sure of how to interpret that smile, but figured he was trying to say something. I looked him up and down. I could see about three inches of his waistband because his pants were so baggy. I took a very deep breath, hoping to exhale the butterflies I had in my stomach. Then I decided it was time, for better or for worse, to go for it. I knelt down in front of him, like I was rolling the cuff in my pants down. I picked my head up and looked at his face to see his reaction. He was starring me dead in the eyes. I saw this as a sign that it was okay. Then I lowered my gaze to his crotch and saw a tent in his pants. I was right, it was time. He took a half step forward and put his crotch only inches from my nose. I looked back up into his eyes, and at the same time started pulling his jeans down. They were so baggy that they slid right off. I almost fainted when I saw his white underwear and the boner inside. I never thought I'd ever get to experience this. (in fact, this is getting harder and harder to continue, I've jerked off twice already) I ran the outside of my finger up and down the wet cotton of his fruit of the looms, and watched as his 14 year old dick grew. He didn't have any visable hair growth yet, so he was still as smooth as silk. I realized I could have just sat and starred at his crotch all night, but I wanted to go farther before he changed his mind. I placed my fingers in his waistband and with one quick jerk, pulled them down. They stopped at his thighs, and he moved his legs up and down to get them the rest of the way off. I guess I lost track of time, because all of the sudden I heard, "Suck it". I opened my mouth and slowely moved closer to his 5 inch boydick. He was leaking a little bit of precum, which was a good sign that he was gonna explode some real punk spunk in my mouth. I was guessing that this was his first blowjob, so I knew he wouldn't last very long. I placed my upper lip on the tip of his dick and licked the shaft with my tongue. I felt his knees almost give out, so I naturally placed my hands on his boy butt cheeks. They were the smoothest part of his whole body. He couldn't wait any longer, so he put his hands on the back of my head and rammed his boycock down my throat. The minute my mouth closed on his erection, he shot a nice thick load of boycum in my mouth. I didn't realize he was that close. He continued shooting 2, 3 and 4 loads. I used some of it to slick up his dick, then I started furiously diving up and down on him before he got soft. I made sure I went so far that I swallowed his balls and dick both. He was the most awesome experience I ever had. Neither of us said much, except that he told me that was the most cum he ever shot. On the way back up to his apartment, he asked me, "How old were you when you realized you were gonna be bi?" <>