Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2012 19:36:39 -0700 From: rob loveboy Subject: Thinking-With-The-Wrong-Head (Gay/Adult-Youth) *Authors note:* I love to write gay erotica, an amateur hobby at best, nothing more, nothing less. My interest turned from fictional to nonfictional stories, preferring to write of real life experiences of real life people. I am blessed to have many gay friends and acquaintances who have allowed me the audacity to relentlessly pry into their innermost memories of first time, preferably unusual sexual experiences. It's the unusual that I find perversely intriguing, delving into the most detailed personal, emotional and physical detail, leaving no stone unturned. I want to know their intimate thoughts at the time of their adventure... or their misadventure; their fears and desires, regrets and solaces. From young and old; straight, bi or gay, I have found most interesting subjects that also found themselves at my merciless quest for total truth and assured anonymity to reiterate a story worth telling. Having said that, to write nonfictional accounts, one must also endeavour to make it readable. Construct a beginning, a middle and an end, filling in voids where needed based on factual events. Careful not to embellish truths, but simply expound on them as we can logically interpret them when a person`s memory is vague of certain exact facts (or withheld). Hopefully, this is just a short writing of a series of other such nonfiction stories still in progress that you will enjoy. Once again, it is merely a hobby that I enjoy writing for the diverse readership of Nifty Stories and kudos of course. to Nifty`s liberal support and freedom of speech to do so. Where would we be without Nifty! Don`t shoot the messenger if you find some stories offensive, simply move on to whatever turns your crank in the limitless genus of your choice! Feedback is always appreciated, it`s what keeps me, and others motivated, without a doubt! *Other stories on Nifty* -Incapacitated Jordies Handjob, Young Friends, -Summer With Michael, Adult/Youth -It Just Happened, Adult/Youth -Jack and Jill Went Downhill, High School ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ *Jeromy`s Story* ** I always knew that I was different, that's an understatement because what homosexual didn't? A little geeky, somewhat skinny, moderately shy and extremely weird. I'm talking fucking freaky weird! I mean what other thirteen year old boy in his first year of high school could describe, in detail, the genitals of any given one of the school's football or wrestling jocks? I didn't even have to look at a face to know who was walking past me in the locker room heading to, or from the showers! What other normal boy would jerk off three or four times a day in fantasy of giving each and every one of those jocks a blowjob, regardless of what they looked like? It wasn't the wrapper, but the candy inside that appealed to me! What young male would struggle into painful contortions to lick his own cock head, because sadly, that was as close as the sick boy could manipulate his body in his insatiable craving to taste one, even if it was his own! Would your average kid eat his own cum directly from the source in the process? Nobody would, I thought, just the supreme prince of weirdness! I remember distinctly when my weird perversions began to unravel. It was my very first gym class and the mandatory communal shower. Thirty shy naked boys my age, each scrambling to keep the uncomfortable experience to a minimum and get the fuck out of 'Dodge' and dressed. Except for me, of course, I was equally shy but I lingered about finding their bodies strangely tantalizing and trying to hide my arousal. I put my sudden inner turmoil of the possibility of being gay at ease, justifying that I certainly didn't want to lip lock with another guy, and the concept of anal sex absolutely disgusted me! Also, as far as my lack of interest in girls went, It was only because they showed no interest in me so I was merely distant of them. Therefore, I couldn't be gay, I simply had a weird, freaky voyeuristic fetish towards seeing other boys bodies for the first time which rapidly evolved into picturing them erect and from there, the desire to suck their cocks! Then by happenstance of being in the locker room after hours, I discovered the utopia of obsession. Older, seemingly uninhibited teens with much more to offer my wanton eyes than the seriously modest, immature boys of my gym class showers. I signed up for after school badminton lessons solely to have a reason to be in the locker room in order to lust away in fantasy! One would think that a lone, underwear clad under-jock badminton player loitering in their macho midst would come under suspicion as he gawked day to day, year after year, unaware that hidden from view was a carefully arranged and tucked hard cock being masturbated by the slow gyration of his inner thighs. No, because they were preoccupied themselves. Preoccupied in naked horse play or standing around in naked clusters chatting long after their sweaty bodies had been showered and dried. It remains a phenomena to me to this very day why those macho, pussy fucking jocks seemed to be rather content being nude together and checking out each other's goods. Not as blatant as I was, but nonetheless, when you make it your mission to observe and study the objects of your desire you pick up on things. Quick, sly glances were a common occurrence. Strangely, so was the constant pulling on their dicks to ensure maximum flaccid length was maintained. I witnessed a few lesser endowed teens stimulate themselves to a semi erect state inside their underwear while getting undressed and/or under the guise of drying themselves with a towel. I named it all the 'primping peacock jock social club.' There was the seemingly endless joking banter back and forth for one or the other to bend over or suck cock. One glorious day, a wrestler strutted around care free and fully erect. When teased by others he said his girlfriend had cut him off and he had a bad case of blue balls, requesting that if anyone was willing to help him out, he would be most appreciative. Of course laughter ensued among the ranks but I came all over my leg at the thought of that beautiful long, thick epitome of virile masculinity blissfully gagging me! That memory was fuel for many of my pud pounding sessions long thereafter. Year after year jocks came and went but that bazaar behaviour never changed. I am most positive that it wasn't restricted to just my school and that to this very day, in any given high school, someone else with a keen eye could identify and concur that the 'primping peacock jock' syndrome exists. Perhaps it is some kind of primal male instinct in displaying ones virility among his peers for mating rights. Or just maybe earlier sexologists were correct in their theory that all males have a homosexual gene acquired through the female maternal gestation influence, that on a sliding scale is prominent in some males and suppressed by others, but a middle ground existed somewhere in between. By the age of nineteen, I had yet to suck a single cock. The desire to do so became unbearable and so had the desire to get my own cock sucked. One night, at age eighteen, I drove downtown to pickup a male prostitute off the stroll I had heard about from a news report. I was scared shitless and chickened out after a police car pulled me over. They asked knowing full well why I was driving around the block so many times. I literally pissed my pants on the spot. I got off lucky with a warning not to come back to that area again. I never did. That was followed by a trip to a bath house. I stood outside of it for a good hour trying to build the courage to go inside. A group of four youths gay bashed me and stole my wallet containing my whole paycheck money. A visit to a gay bar, I found it pretentious and the drag queens that hit on me certainly held no appeal, nor the old men trying to look young with their unbuttoned shirts, neck chains and pierced ears. I enjoyed watching the young male strippers, though. I liked to swim to keep in shape and went to an aquatic centre three times a week. The eye candy was wonderful in both the showers and the steam room and I often jerked off in a toilet cubicle while the scenery was still fresh in my mind. My employer changed my shift from days to 5pm until 1am and I missed the nudity of the weeknight crowd. The place was almost void of men during the day, preschoolers from the centre's day care service ran amok as well a senior citizens frolicking in the pool. On the shameful day I arrived and stayed later than my general routine. While showering, the ceramic tiled echo chamber began to noisily fill up with elementary school kids darting through the mandatory shower before entering the pool area. The only adult present, my nudity didn't go unnoticed. Some of the youngsters passed with only a fleeting glance, a few pointed and giggled amongst themselves. One particular boy of about seven or eight appeared and was in no rush as the other kids were to dampen their skin to pass a minimum requirement in case random inspections were happening on deck. His eyes scanned my body and he smiled at me from across the way. He wasn't cute per se, but nor was he ugly, somewhat handsome with his Slavic features, longish dirty blond hair and large hazel eyes. It was his rather wide mouth that was odd, as if his face would eventually grow in proportion and catch up. I found his ruby red lips sensuous, all giving me the impression that he was born to suck cock! Now, I swear on my grandmothers grave that I never looked at young boys in that way. At least not that young, I will admit to lusting after high school teens, I never lost that appetite. He continued his unnatural interest in my junk and frequently meet my eyes with a grin. When other kids in transit blocked his view, he peered around them. When I thought he had grew wary and was going to move on, I was astounded when he only crossed and stood under the shower head beside me to get an unobstructed, closer perspective. I turned to face him and smiled finding it all quite erotic. He watched as I played with myself, eyes growing wider as my cock reacted and expanded to a full blown, modest 6.5 inch erection. That man pleaser mouth of his opened in awe. I didn't care about the increased attention I may have been receiving by other amused boys, nor the possibility of an adult happening upon the scene. I was transfixed with lurid thoughts of putting my manhood in his mouth and getting what I craved for much too long, age notwithstanding at the moment. I felt it was an opportunity come knocking and worth pursuit. I daringly squatted in front of him, ran a hand over his satiny smooth shoulders and back and without a sure fire plan, stumbled for breathless words that I stuttered leaving me tongue tied. The din of the boisterous boys resonated and I had to speak in his ear, ad libbing what came to mind and shaking like a leaf. "You seem to like my man stuff, that's okay. Haven't you ever seen a naked man before?" He shook his head that remained in a downward position still fixed on my merchandise. "It's big!" "Haven't ya ever seen your dad's man things?" Again, he shook his head, looked up at me and said, "I don't have a dad, just a mom." Finding relief in that answer, I pressed, "How about an older brother, then?" "No, I have a sister." Where I was headed, I had no idea, it was all cliched pedophile material, "That's too bad, cuz dads or big brothers teach boys about those kinds of things." I said with remorse, then excitedly said, "Hey... ya wanna see what it feels like? cuz ya can... ya know!" That was the incriminating moment of truth. He would either bolt away or give into his curiosity. I almost keeled over when he shyly shook his head and smiled. "Then lets go somewhere private, okay? We don't want all the other boys wanting to feel it, --right?" I took his hand in mine and my throbbing boner led the way to the only semi safe place I could think of, the handicapped shower stall only feet outside the public shower area, a fiberglass molded unit spacious enough to accommodate a wheelchair and curtained to obscure any unwanted attention. Once safely inside, I almost had second thoughts, but he was quick and eager to explore with both hands. Like a kid in a candy store, pubic hair, cock and balls held his interest and I let him explore. I suddenly had the urge to check out what was hidden in his white, mid thigh length bathing suit and squatted in front of him. Without asking and with no apparent objection, I untied the draw string and slid the shorts over his hips and down to his knees. What I saw far exceeded my preconceptions of prepubescent boys and almost made me cum right there and then. Never in my wildest imagination did I expect to find a two inch, thick as my thumb penis! It was beautiful, uncut and flaccid, nestled between two marble sized orbs in a pink sack that hung in splendor the length of his slightly darker penis. I had seen boys almost twice his age with lesser formed genitalia. Whatever his ethnic heritage was, it sure blessed it's male offspring! "That is a really nice one,... Kiddo!" I exclaimed in all sincerity and realized that I didn't even know his name, "You're going to have one as big as mine very soon." He beamed ear to ear with pride, having every right to do so. I was doubly fortunate, I was going to have my cake and eat it too! Years of frustrated compulsion and finally, satisfaction awaited me. I fondled his balls and manipulated his foreskin over his crown, as I fully anticipated, the stimulation had the desired affect and nature took over. "I'm going to show you some other things that a boy needs to know about, okay?" I didn't wait for a response and took it in my mouth, feeling it continue to expand in gratifying length and a slightly wider girth. Four inches of cock was more than I could have hoped for. I was in seventh heaven licking and sucking and masturbating him like a mad man, pausing for air to bathe his velvet scrotum that had retracted to compensate for his erection, but delicious nonetheless! The only disappointment was the fact that at such a tender age, he wouldn't be able to cum in my mouth. My cock had never been harder, feeling as if my bone was going to pop through the piss slit. I didn't want to stop blowing him, but I didn't want to cum prematurely. Phase two of our first sexual educations together couldn't be delayed any further. "My turn, little man." I stood, scooped him up leaving his bathing suit to fall to the floor and set him on the shower seat. I felt a twinge of envy in the fact that he was getting on a silver platter what I spent a life time craving. He looked a little leery at it pointed to his mouth, it occurred to me that I was leaking like a sieve. "That's okay, it's not pee... it's man juice. See?..." I took a swipe, bringing a stringy finger to my mouth, "It's what makes babies in ladies, so it's gotta be good stuff... and it tastes good too! --Here, try some." I offered, not waiting for him to decide and smeared my head over those sumptuous lips to a glistening bright red. "Men also share it with boys, cuz it helps make them grow up faster." He licked his lips and didn't make a yucky face even when I put the head against his teeth. "Suck it just like I sucked your big boy wiener, that felt nice, right? You wanna make me feel real nice too, don't you? There's lots of man juice in there, but ya gotta suck really hard." I prodded. He opened his cavernous mouth and I fed him as much as I thought he could handle, teaching him hand - mouth coordination and suggested that he could play with my balls some more. He was a quick learner and we had a mutual rhythm happening for a short while. I got carried away and went to deep causing him to sputter and withdraw but like a trooper, he was back on it. His teeth were a bit of a nuisance, but the warmth and wetness was more than I could ask of him. I wasn't able to prolong matters, feeling that familiar point of no return, my knees became wobbly and deciding whether to pull out or not, I concluded that he didn't seem to mind the semen sampling, so the mother load shouldn't be a problem! I held the back of his head firmly in place and unloaded the greatest orgasm of my youth to the back of his unsuspecting throat. I certainly didn't expect his reaction. Choking and unable to pull away, either cum or snot or all of the above blew out through his nostrils first, then he began to retch and my cum drooled out the sides of his mouth. At my urging, he regained his composure and sucked and slurped until I was fully spent and further encouraged him to lick the residual fluid that I squeezed to the surface. I wiped his face with his wet bathing suit, shame and guilt kicked in followed immediately by paranoia at the severity of what I had done. Damage control was in order telling him that what we did together was really nice and that he was a very special boy. The secret was ours to keep because boys and men never tell anyone because he could get in trouble... yada, yada, yada! Handing him his suit, he stood up still sporting an erection. Fighting off the urge for one more taste was a lost cause and I was on my knees savoring in its alluring glory one last time. There would be no future lurid encounters with the boy wonder, I wasn't a pedophile. I would go back into my frustrated fantasy land dreaming of mature teen boys and young men and jerk off into my mouth as I had done every day over the past seven horny years of my life! I wasted no time getting dressed and out of the facility, vowing to never return. I spent a weeks in sheer paranoia that the cops would come knocking at my door or my work place. Watching news casts became unbearable, imagining a reporter on location at the Aquatic Centre, "... *Police are now reviewing surveillance video taken inside the lobby of the Manning Aquatic Facility, confident that the young man described in his late teens or early twenties, who sexually molested an eight year old boy in a handicapped shower, will be identified. --Back to you in the news room, Cara..."* * * I struggled to alleviate my guilt, trying desperately to convince myself that it was HIM who came on to me. After all, it was HE that was almost begging for it! HIM that put up no resistance because it was what HE wanted. Just a younger version of myself, fortunate enough to have experienced earlier in life what I hungered for. If someone would have given me the opportunity at that age, I surely would have been receptive to a naive advanced awakening, I merely did him a huge favor by pointing the way! --Yeah right, asshole; tell that to a Judge! ** Mercifully, my fears were unfounded. No exposure and scandal unraveled to publicly embarrass my family. No humiliation of legal charges, courts and jail time ensued, although I fully deserved to be punished by society. But the remorse of what I did to that naive little boy is felt to this very day, an emotional and unhealing life time sentence that no institutional environment could ever have served as 'paid dues' to society and foremost importantly, make up for the taking of that boy's innocence! Whenever I see a young man with one of those oddly shaped wide mouths, I cringe. Surely a young boy would not forget such an experience and carry the memory throughout his life, perhaps with a rightful grudge of vengeance. The End.