story by J. Andrew Daniels
Well, the typical
warnings apply. This story contains overtly sexual content and should
not be read by anyone who isn't mature enough to understand it. I
will mention that some people feel the need to put a magical change in
maturity on the numbers 18 and 21, however I've met 30 year olds with less
intelligence then some 14 year olds. This doesn't change the ages
of consent, however. So, if you're younger than your state and/or
country feel is legal to read this type of thing, don't tell me or anyone
else, and certainly don't blame me if you get all fucked up for the rest
of your life. Oh, and this will make you gay, so you better not read
on unless you already are, or don't mind the idea of being.
Now, on a simple note;
if you're looking for a quick jack-off story, this isn't it. This
story may have some fantasmagoric sex scenes in it, however they don't
happen quickly, and there is more story than sex. So, if that's your
thing, then read on. Otherwise, don't bother yelling at me, 'cause
I warned you!
If you have any questions
about the validity of this story, I have no comment. If you want to email
me, feel free.
long time ago, someone told me that life is always hard, but those with
the hardest lives have the best results. I used to believe that couldn't
be true. I mean, look at rich people; they're able to buy anything
they want, they can do anything they want, and they get almost everything
they want. I was quite naïve.
I grew up in a small
town in Western Massachusetts. Far from the bustling nature of Boston,
but not quite a farm town, Amherst was the center of college life this
side of Worcester. With three colleges right in town, and three more
a short distance from, there was always something going on. I was
brought up in a very small household. We owned our own home, but
were not even close to well off.
My father was the head
chef in a local restaurant while my mother worked in a travel agency.
She was able to give away the dream vacations she'd always wanted for herself,
but only on a couple rare occasions even allowed near a plane herself.
I had been born just
before my mother turned nineteen. Just out of high school and working
at the restaurant my father had then run, she went from daughter to wife
over-night. Never a chance for her own life caused my mother to be
loving and supportive, but anxious for my brother and I to be on our own
so she could finally have time for herself. She never made this clear
to us, but I could always read it in her eyes. We had been close
for my whole life. She was my best friend and my conspirator.
She was amazing.
My father was always
busy. Ten years her senior, he had been long over his college immaturity.
Working all the time, trying to keep our family from worrying about food,
clothes and possessions, he rarely had time to share with us the one thing
we did lack; love. I knew it wasn't his fault, but it still left
us feeling alone.
Tall and dark haired,
my father was handsome. His job, working over the heat of a stove
and the busy environment left him rugged and strong. Unlike the chefs
of popular American television, dad was nothing close to over-weight, instead
naturally muscular and attractive. I loved the idea of looking like
him when I grew up, even though he had a sort of funny shaped face.
I knew that his hard-working nature helped in making him so attractive,
so maybe that's why it rubbed off so easily on myself.
My mother was as attractive
as a woman could be. She had long, very golden hair. It was
so silky and soft that she invoked envy in every woman she met. This
isn't an exaggeration. Within ten minutes of meeting her, every woman
commented on how beautiful her hair was. Her blue eyes were intense
and like spotlights. She seemed to be looking deep into you, studying
your very soul whenever she looked your way. You couldn't help but feel
like she knew your every thought. She was relatively short by today's
standards, but stood tall. She worked out often, so her body was
in good shape. For thirty four, she looked nothing over seventeen.
I suppose this helped in making her more like a sister than a mother.
My parents hardly seemed
to be around each other in front of us. I think the only times we
were together as a family were weekends and vacations. Weekends usually
consisted of me chatting on the phone with my many girlfriends or working
on some school project or another. Saturday nights were reserved
for the family, though. Mom and dad would get us all dressed up and
take us out to eat. My little brother would always get upset, but
I enjoyed being with them all.
By the time I was fourteen,
I had discovered that the reason I'd always felt so different was that
I was gay. I hadn't known the word or been able to associate it with
myself for a long time, but I'd always known. At first, I felt very
odd. I couldn't compare myself to the gay people I saw in the media.
I didn't slur my speech, want to be or dress like a woman, or flick my
wrist. I wasn't effeminate or into strange sexual behavior.
I didn't want to sleep with everything that moved, either.
Figuring that I was
the only one like myself, I imagined it was just a phase. I fancied
that by the time I was older, I would forget men and be completely into
women. Hell, they had better fashion sense and were more fun to be
Around this time, I
was entering ninth grade. High school was a lot different than any
other grade I'd been in. Even though in my school, changing into
the high school setting didn't really occur until tenth, we didn't have
enough room to fit all four in the high school building at the time, the
difference between eighth and ninth was still great. Suddenly, classes
and grades were more important, and difficult. Your GPA was also
I found myself in the
guidance counselor's office more often. He was a great guy, though.
Openly gay, and someone I would soon find out was a good role model.
As time moved on, I
learned that he was 'married' to a man, and that they were about to celebrate
their fourteenth anniversary. This impressed me, as well as impressing
upon me. I soon found that looking to him helped me to re-evaluate
It was also around
this time that I first met Mathew. Being thirteen, but still in my
grade, Mat wasn't your average thirteen year old. He was bright,
and very commonly had a smile on his face. He had moved to Amherst
over the summer, and had already made himself well known and liked in our
school. Living on the other side of town, however, I had only just
met him. He knew my friend Jenn, and they got along really wonderfully.
Our little group began to think more would come of them than just friends.
I found myself around
Mat a lot. I couldn't get enough of him. We had loads in common,
and we could talk for hours without boring each other. He loved music,
and played the piano. This was something I had always wanted to learn,
so he grew in my eyes. He also could sing better than anyone I knew.
His grades were amazing, which was to be expected of someone who could
jump a grade. Many of the teachers thought he should go even further,
possibly skipping high school altogether, but he wouldn't hear of it.
As time and our friendship
moved on, I felt I wanted him to be the first one I told about my feelings.
For weeks, I tried to think of a way to tell him, what he might say, how
he might feel. I ignored my obvious feelings for him, pretending
I just liked his friendship. Little did I know, but the rumors of
potential relationship had shifted from Mat and Jenn to Mat and Andy.
As it came closer to my coming out, Mat grew a little distant. He
seemed to be avoiding me a little, so I backed off. I nervously worried
that he thought I liked him, and that it would ruin our friendship to come
Months passed, and
it was summer again. Things slowly became normal again. Mat
was over my house, or I would be over his. We spent most of the days
on his parents' boat, which they would graciously let us use, and cruising
up and down the Connecticut River. Often times, Jenn and our friend
Julie would join us for some water skiing or tubing. They were some
of the greatest times we'd ever had.
On one of the occasions
when it was just Mat and I, we found ourselves on an island that was very
obviously used for parties on the weekends. Since it was a Tuesday,
there was no one to disturb us as the sun set and the cool night air creeped
around us. We built ourselves a fire and continued talking late into
the night. Eventually, we figured it was too late to set out for
home, so Mat produced a mobile out of his knapsack. We called our
parents and informed them we'd spend the night on the island. His
mother was worried, but he convinced her everything was fine. He
was a very self assured young man, and even his parents couldn't help but
trust his opinion.
Mine had no problem
with it. I had always been fourteen going on fifty to them, so trusting
me was only second nature.
Talking and laughing
until almost two in the morning, we finally decided to get some sleep.
Mat's birthday was coming up, and for his fourteenth his parents were taking
him to see his cousins in France. He would be gone for a month, which
was a painful idea to me. When he'd fallen asleep, and his light
snores were the music in my ears, I couldn't help but sit up with my head
on my palm and watch him. He was facing me, and therefor the fire,
so the light bounced off of his lightly tanned skin. His dark hair,
silky and gleaming in the firelight, seemed like it was spun by God Himself.
The smooth skin of his face had but one blemish, a very light birthmark
to the left of his left eye. It was the shape of a small asteroid,
and only seemed to make him more beautiful.
Since there were no
blankets, I could see his full body. His arms were folded over his
chest, and the lightly haired arms were also tanned and beautiful.
I watched as his chest moved in and out with his breathing, causing his
shirt to wrinkle and tighten. My eyes moved lower to his white shorts.
They weren't very revealing, as they were baggy. I continued down
to his bare legs. They were as lightly haired as his arms, and smooth
as could be. The tan seemed to exist on every visible part of him.
His feet were smallish, and very cute for feet. I don't think I could
see one thing about him that I didn't like.
took me and I fell asleep. I dreamed of Mat and his birthday.
I dreamt of going with him to Paris, and what I might give him for his
birthday. I dreamt of his smooth legs, and the cute feet. I
dreamt of what his chest might be like and what it would feel like.
I dreamt of his body against mine and our erections playing together.
I don't know how long I was asleep, but when I awoke the sun was out, but
only barely. I felt something in my shorts, wet and sticky, and knew
I'd had a wet dream. Embarrassed, I looked over to see that Mat was
still sleeping. He'd actually shifted to his other side while he
was sleeping, so I knew he wouldn't know of my predicament.
I quickly got up and
went down to the shore. Pulling off my shorts and my underwear, I
rinsed my underwear off in the water. Since I couldn't put them back
on, and I didn't want to explain everything to Mat, I sat on the shore
with only my shirt on waiting for them to dry. Since I didn't know
what time it was, or how long I'd been asleep, I should have wondered how
long it would be for Mat to wake up. However, I forgot and was taken
completely by surprise when Mat's voice piped up in my ear.
whipped around to face him, my penis and lower body exposed to him.
He got a look of slight surprise on his face, and I must have turned bright
red because he just smiled and tried to stifle his giggles. "Well,
this is quite a surprise. Good morning there, young sir! I've
not seen you around these parts before!"
My face was burning
now, and little Andy couldn't help but perk up at the address. My
embarrassment was growing, and I felt like I was going to cry. Mat
noticed and his face quickly straightened out. "Hey, no harm bud.
I'm sorry." He walked over and put his arm around me. "I was
only teasin' ya. Calm down." His voice was soothing, and had
its usual effect on me. I was back to myself shortly. Little
I had..." I didn't take too long to think, and quickly decided that
finding me like this was more embarrassing than what brought me here.
"I had a wet dream, so I had to wash my underwear."
"Oh. Is that
all?" He smiled, his arm still warming my shoulders. This wasn't
doing anything for my hard-on, which was still hoping Mat would talk to
it again. "I have those a lot. I never get a chance to jerk
off, so I don't think I have a choice."
"You jerk off?"
I was surprised. Somehow I'd convinced myself that Mat wasn't into
sex in any way. I think it was partly my way of keeping sexual thought
about him out of my mind.
"Of course! Don't
you? God, I think everyone does!" He laughed a little.
I looked over to him, finally able to look at him again, and caught him
looking down at my crotch. He looked back up, his face blanching
a little at being caught, and smiled. "Sorry, but he's really begging
for attention. I guess I just couldn't help it."
"Umm, it's okay."
I blushed a little, and tried to cover myself by pulling my legs up to
my chest. At least he couldn't see it, I thought. "Sorry.
I don't know why it won't go away."
"Don't worry, dude.
I'm not doing any better." At that, he motioned for me to look down
at his crotch, which you can bet I did, and I saw that his shorts were
I couldn't believe it. I had truly convinced myself that his penis
was only for urinating, and the idea of him being hard was really getting
to me. I was starting to think about things that I had tried so hard
to keep my now fifteen year old mind from thinking about Mat.
"Yah, I am. I
can't help it." His face was intent now, and I knew that he was about
to kiss me. I was really nervous, and started to worry that this
would be a bad idea. My worries didn't stop me from enjoying the
feeling of his lips against mine, and opening my mouth when his tongue
asked for entrance. They also didn't bother me when his hand moved
to my legs, pulling them apart and moving slowly down towards my crotch.
Our kiss was growing
more and more intense, our virgin bodies wanting what we were doing more
than our virgin minds. We were both filled with pent up desire, the
need to be physically intimate with another man strong in our souls.
Our faces parted only briefly as we both madly took off our shirts, leaving
me naked and him on his way. We kept on kissing as his shorts and
underwear came off. My dreams of the morning were coming true, as
I moved from his lips to his chest, licking and kissing my way all over.
I felt like I was mapping his chest with my tongue, exploring every millimeter
with purpose and tenacity. I could hear his heart, and feel his chest
rise and fall faster and faster as I continued my ministrations.
As I continued exploring
his chest, I helped him feel more pleasure by playing with his erection.
My hands did as detailed an exploration of his crotch, ass and legs as
my tongue did to his upper torso. He was starting to moan, which
only drove me wild. After a few more minutes, he whispered, "You
have to stop." I ignored him and kept on. "No, Andy.
You have to stop or I'll cum. I need you before I cum."
He forced me off of him, laying me on my back and kissing me again.
Inbetween kissing me and feeling me everywhere, he said, "I ... don't know
what we're doing ... and I don't know how I'll feel about this ... after
... but ... right now ... I love you."
Admittedly, I would
have preferred 'You're the only one for me,' or 'I want you forever,' or
something like that, but what he said was honest. It had the effect
of making me fall ever deeper for him. I realized that over the course
of our friendship, I had been falling in love with him and keeping myself
in denial. The fear of losing him and the fear of others finding
out had driven me to hide who I loved from even myself. Now, what
we were doing was allowing me to release a year's worth of pent-up lust.
Without stopping his
decent to my crotch, I moved so that my face was next to his. Just
as he took my young cock into his mouth, I took his. We took each
other's virginity at the same time, both feeling our cocks in an other's
mouth, and an other's cock in our own for the first time. Moving
up and down, stroking each other with our tongues and hands, feeling every
part of one another as much as we could, it was the most intense moment
of my life.
After what seemed like
the shortest time, we both exploded into one another. His cum filled
my mouth and, surprised, I swallowed it completely. He also swallowed
mine, and suckled me as I did him. After a few minutes, we both pulled
away, turning to be head to head again. As if with one mind, we both
pulled into each other and wrapped ourselves with our own love.
I awoke again a few
hours later with my head on his chest. I could tell by his breathing
that he was awake, so it didn't surprise me when I heard his gentle voice
in my ear.
"I think we're in trouble,
Andy." He was on the verge of crying, and thus, so was I. I
knew what he was going to say, and I knew that he was right. "We
can't do this again. I can't do this again." He wasn't pushing
me away, nor was he trying to hide the fact that it hurt him to say what
he was. He wasn't denying being gay, he was denying the truth of
it. "I do love you, but we can't be this."
The rest of the summer,
like the rest of high school, was lived in a state of denial and frustration.
We both knew how we felt, and we both wanted the same things, but neither
of us were willing to break the other's vow. I never told anyone
of what happened that day, nor did he. We didn't change our friendship,
and we never felt uncomfortable. We were too much in love for that
to happen. As time moved on, senior year approached. Half-way
through, I became too busy with school and college prep to spend too much
time with him. I didn't even know where he was going to college.
Neither of us had ever had a girlfriend, and the rumors that we were together
still lingered occasionally on the light wind of high school gossip.
We never denied it, but we never acknowledge it either.
On my eighteenth birthday,
my parents and friends threw me a huge bash. They rented a hall and
invited practically the entire school. How they'd kept it from me,
I still don't know. I guess when people love you, they make sure
things work out for you. Mat's parents even came, which was the first
time I think that many of his friends had met them. This was also
the first time Mat and I had been around each other for anything but studying
in months. Even so, I didn't have much time alone with him.
It wasn't until an hour or so in, just before I was to open presents, that
he and I got to talk.
"Hey there, stranger."
"Howdy." I smiled
warmly, wishing for nothing but a kiss. I watched his tanned face
as he spoke, his sparkling eyes as enticing as they were the first day
I met him.
"It's been awhile,
Andy. I feel like we've lost touch."
"Well, it's been busy.
I've had to make sure I was all set for college. I have to have the
best grades, or I don't get scholarships. Without those, it would
be, 'College? What's that?'"
He looked down, obviously
needing to say something. I reached over, hooking my index finger
under his chin and lifting it. He just looked at me with tears in
his eyes, and my heart couldn't take it. I looked around to make
sure no one could see and leaned over to kiss him. Three years had
passed since we'd kissed, but I hadn't forgotten how much I loved kissing
him. At first, he resisted a little, but after only a moment he was
returning the kiss. We found ourselves pulling into each other, our
bodies as close as possible.
I pulled back, breaking
the kiss, and looked into his eyes. "Is it time yet?"
"Yea, I think it is."
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