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This is my true story. I liked how Ray told the other stories on Nifty so I contacted him and asked if he would do my story. He asked me about it and we sent emails back and forth a while until he sent me a story that was pretty good. We fixed some things and then I was happy with it, and here it is.
This is what happened on my sixteenth birthday. It was a few years ago, but I can remember it so clearly. It might have been the most intense night of my entire life.
I was living in Morris, Illinois. Computers at home and the internet were just starting up, there were no porn sites, gay or otherwise, so my sexual knowledge was limited to health class and the bullshit I heard from the other guys in school.
I knew I was different. I knew that I had to hide that from everyone.
On my sixteenth birthday I had a party with my friends and family at home, and then some of my friends took me out to a movie and then Romine's restaurant on the interstate.
Then we went back to my house for a big sleepover party. My house had a huge basement, and it was pretty much all my playground. Other than some storage in a room in one corner, I got to arrange it and hang out down there. I spent most of my time down there, even slept down there sometimes.
Tonight, everyone had brought sleeping bags and pillows, and we were all strewn all around, telling lies and having some laughs. My parents had come down already, so we didn't expect them anymore for the night.
Billy pulled out a plastic sandwich baggie and grinned.
"No way!" most of us said.
I got high for the first time, and so did most of us. Billy it turned out was becoming a pothead. In no time at all, we were all giggling and having a blast.
James and Terry started bragging again about having had a blow-job. We knew it was true, they had gotten head from the same girl last month. She was a well-known cock-hound, and any of us could have gotten head from her. There was a rumor that she worked the truckstop on weekends. They both bragged about it, and we asked questions, and it was pretty exciting. We asked why they didn't go get some pussy off her.
"She's probably got AIDS or something. I just let her suck my dick," Terry said.
"She gives great head!" James said.
"How would you know?" Mark asked. "It was the only head you've ever got. It might have been really bad."
"No way," they both said together, smiling really widely.
"She's not as good at it as I am," Mark said.
We were all quiet.
"As you are?" James asked.
James was the sort of leader of me and my friends. He was the biggest, so we sort of let him be the leader I guess.
"I know you guys are all cool, and I'm fucking tired of hiding it. I'm gay, guys."
We were all quiet again. I was just plain stunned. I thought that maybe he was kidding. James, as usual, took the lead.
"You are not!" he declared loudly.
"How do you know?" James asked.
"I just know. I know I don't... I'm not interested in girls. I like guys instead. Okay? And I know you guys won't care. You all say you won't, anyway. You guys never pick on Charlie Stevens, and we all know he is."
Charlie hadn't been hiding that fact since last year. He was a senior and everyone knew about him since he had come out last year. He had been popular, so it had been a big deal and a huge thing. He was still sort of popular and wasn't bothered, and we all sort of thought it was pretty neat. Especially me. I wished many times that I had his guts. Now I was suddenly envious of Mark, too.
"Did you find out by fucking Stevens?" James asked.
Mark got really red-faced.
"No way!" we all said together.
"You can't let him know I let on! Promise!"
"You really are?" I asked.
He nodded, still blushing.
Mark was really dorky. Hell, we all were. None of us were athletes or popular, all geeks and dorks. And now, two of us, fully one quarter of us, were gay. Though only one was now known about.
I was really torn. I wanted to say that I was too, but it was just way too hard. I really envied Mark a hell of a lot right then.
"Prove it," James said.
"What? How? Suck you all off or something? Idiot."
James had that smile on, and I knew he was thinking exactly that. Mark recognized it too, then. And the others.
It had to be the pot. I mean, we'd never messed around with it before, so I had to think it was that.
Mark blushed really darkly. We all looked around at each other. We were all giggling and blushing.
"I'm not letting a guy touch my junk," Kevin said.
He was always a stick. No matter what was up, he was the one not up for it.
"I will," I said.
I was more shocked than anyone else. I couldn't believe I had said it. I was thinking it, but when Kevin said that, it just came out of me. I felt my face go totally red and an instant sweat start up. I started cussing at myself in my head.
Mark was almost staring at me, his mouth hanging open.
"Yeah, Casey can go first," James said.
"No, you can, you're idea," I said, hoping to regain some dignity.
"Your birthday," James said back at me. "He can give you a big old birthday kiss."
That was one of the slang phrases for blow-jobs back then. I stared at him as he stared at me.
"Aint' got the balls?" he asked with a snicker.
"You ain't got the cahones either," William said to James.
"Watch me," James said.
He stood up and whipped it out.
"No way!" Mark said, sounding kind of mad. "I'm not even going to, asshole!"
"Prove you're gay. Or else we'll know you're just trying to be oh so cool," James said, waving his dick.
I couldn't look away from it. I could only see the pale, peach-colored head in his fingers. I really wanted to see more of it.
"I think you're gay," Billy said. "You dared him, and you keep daring him."
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, but I didn't claim to be. Mark does. And I call bullshit. He's just trying to be one of those jerks who cashes in on it."
"I'm not!" Mark said angrily.
"Then prove it!"
Again, I was more shocked than anyone else there. And again, I blamed the pot. I was thinking it, but never, ever, intended to say it out loud. Everyone looked at me. Stared at me. I was horrified. I wished I hadn't smoked any of that pot.
"You are, aren't you?" Mark asked.
I swallowed. It was really hard to do. I nodded. I felt like I was going to die or something.
"You are?" Terry asked.
He was probably my best friend. I looked at him and felt like I was betraying him somehow. Why not come clean on it? I thought. I nodded at him, hoping to God that he didn't start hating me.
"Prove it," James said, waving his dick at me now.
"I will, but not in front of everybody," I said.
And again, I was more surprised than anybody else. But I really wanted to do it. It was like I had to or something. It seemed like the chance of a lifetime.
James' jaw dropped.
"No way," he said softly.
I guess he wasn't expecting me to. That sort of energized me. I had one up on James! That was a real first! And way too good to pass up on!
I stood up and waved him toward the corner storage room. He just stood there with his dork in his hand, mouth hanging open.
I got to the door and opened it, and he was still just standing there, looking stunned, like a deer in headlights.
"Go on James!" Mark sing-songed.
"Yeah, go on, James!" others joined.
He looked around, got really pale, and put his peter away.
"Nah, I was just teasing," he said and sat back down.
It was a first! I had bested James!
"I will," Mark said, stood up, and walked over to me.
He looked right in my eyes as he walked past me and into the room. He turned on the light and waited. I walked in and closed the door. I stared at him.
"So, you really gonna?" he asked.
I wanted to, that was for sure.
"You really gay?" I asked.
"Honest?" he asked.
I nodded again.
"So, well... how about I do it to you first?"
He walked right up to me, went to his knees, and started undoing my jeans. I thought I was going to faint! He never looked up, and I watched the top of his head as he undid my pants and dropped them to my knees. Then he fished inside my boxers and pulled it out through the fly. I saw it vanish into his mouth and then my eyes slammed shut.
It was pure bliss! Suddenly it felt like my dick was being massaged and the insides pulled in short tugs. I got dizzy, and my breath went away. I can't even describe it. The feeling of his lips moving up and down on it, and that incredible suction, it was amazing! He held onto my hips with his hands and I started fucking his mouth, my hips moving all on their own.
I wish I could say it went on for a long time, but it didn't. I don't think it was two minutes. But it was two minutes of pure joy.
I barely warned him in time.
"I'm cumming, Mark!"
He could have got away and I would have shot a huge load all over the floor, but he stayed right on it, sucking it, licking it.
I remember gasping, "Awww, holy shit!" as I bent over and held onto his shoulders so that I didn't fall.
It was beyond awesome! Easily the most powerful wad I had ever shot! Probably the most, too! Wow! And he swallowed it!
I was barely able to stand up. I was done shooting, but he kept sucking it! It was way too much and I pulled his head up and off my dick.
I'll always remember his face as he grinned up at me. I was laughing and couldn't stand up any longer. I sat down on a couple of boxes and tried to stop shaking.
"I can't believe you did it!" I said eventually.
"I can't believe you let me. Or you said that earlier."
He stood up, wiping his mouth. It was really obvious that his dick was completely hard.
"So, what do we do know?" I asked.
"I guess we go back out there and take our licks. They're gonna have a hay-day."
He didn't seem happy about that. I sure wasn't. I got an idea.
"We can say we didn't."
"Not after the way you yelled!"
"Hell yeah!" came through the door.
I realized they had listened at the door. I knew that I should have expected that. It was humiliating. I was ruined. They knew.
The door opened and they were almost all standing there, smiling and laughing.
If you don't believe the story so far, don't bother reading any further. You're not going to believe any of the rest. There are times I still wonder if I dreamed it all, created by my first experience with pot.
James walked in, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his hard dick. Mark walked over on his knees and got started. I sat there stunned, with my jeans still around my knees and my dick hanging out the fly of my boxers, and watched Mark suck James' dick.
The other guys came into the storage room and sort of crowded around and watched. I had to stand up to keep watching.
"He's really doing it!" Billy said, amazed.
James closed his eyes, rolled his head back, and started humping Mike's face. He ended up with both of his hands behind Mike's head and humping him faster and faster.
"Jesus Christ! That's fucking awesome!" James said, then not long after, "I'm going off!"
He pulled Mike's head tight and then made a weird grunting noise and shook all over. He faced down now, but his eyes were scrunched closed and he looked almost like he was in pain. He grunted a few times then backed up and bumped into the doorframe. His dick was dark red and shiny as he quickly tucked it away.
"Who's next?" Mark asked, looking around.
Everyone was sort of quiet, looking at everyone else. Then Terry said, "I will."
He unzipped and Mark went over on his knees and pulled it out as soon as Terry had his pants open. I was behind Terry, so I could only barely see Mike's head bobbing for a little bit, then Terry started pumping his hips.
"Man! That's great!" Terry said, then held onto Mike's head with both hands and started getting really into it. "Fuck, yeah! Fuck! Man!"
Terry kept saying anything that seemed to come into his mind. The sounds Mark made as he sucked him off were turning me on like crazy. I realized I was hanging out still, and starting to get hard again. I didn't do anything about it. I kept watching Terry's ass as he pumped his hips.
"Shit! I'm going to!" Terry said then bent over and shook a lot. "Fuck!" he said about ten times, then sucked in a loud breath and backed up right into me.
His ass was so close to my erection! I imagined sticking it between his soft cheeks and fucking it. My dick bounced like crazy and oozed some pre-cum. I watched those cheeks as Terry bent over a little to pull up his shorts and jeans. God! How I wanted to jump to my feet and shove it in there!
Mark looked like he was having a great time! He was smiling wide and there was spit or cum all over his lips and chin.
Curt hadn't said anything all night, which was pretty normal. He was really quiet all the time. He didn't even say anything when he stepped in front of Mark and unzipped his jeans. Mark did the rest, and I had an excellent side view as Mark gulped it down. Before it disappeared into Mike's mouth, I saw that Curt had a really long one. It had to be over seven inches long! Mark moved up and down on it, but never got all of it in. Curt hissed a lot, and held onto Mike's head, and fucked his mouth. Curt groaned and hissed, but never said a real word. Not until he bent over forward and said, "GOD!" as he came. He grunted a bunch of times before he pulled back. His dick had to be seven inches! It had to be! It was bent downward some, and all shiny and wet, and red on the head.
William and Kevin both had their dicks out and were holding them, and Billy had his hand in his pants.
"Next?" Mark asked.
William and Kevin both stepped up and then laughed.
"You first," Kevin said.
"No, you," William said.
"Fuck, idiots," Mark said, and reached out and grabbed both of them.
I watched, amazed, as Mark pulled them close together and put them both in his mouth.
"Gross!" Kevin said, but didn't pull away at all.
Mike's mouth made loud slurping noises as he sucked them together. William had a nice long one, straight and almost smooth looking. Kevin's was bent upward and not nearly as long, but his head was big and long.
"Oh, man!" William said. "Just don't let him cum on my meat!"
It was really loud for a while, then Mark worked one with his hand, sucking the other one, then switched. I had a great view! And I was leaking pre-cum like crazy. But I was so stoned and amazed at what I was watching that I didn't even think about jerking it. I just sat there and didn't move a muscle.
Mark was sucking William when he said, "Time for me!" and bent backward. He grunted and I watched Mike's throat work as he swallowed. That got me even more worked up. "Jesus! Stop!" William said, pulling back.
Mark slammed his mouth on Kevin and sucked like crazy. He got the whole thing in his mouth, his nose up in Kevin's boxers.
"Fuck! That's fucking awesome!" Kevin said, then bent forward and said, "Gonna blow!"
He grunted a few times, and I could see Mike's throat working again. That was such a huge turn-on!
Kevin backed away and put his shiny, red dick in his pants.
Billy took his hand out of his pants, but Kevin was there and was opening them before Billy could. Bill was almost facing me, and I got a great view of his dick as Mark got it out of his pants. It was nice. Long and straight, and the head looked red and smooth. I watched his face as Mark started working him. His eyes rolled up and his head went backward. "Fucking shit!"
I think he lasted the shortest of all. It was even shorter than me. He started shaking and bent over Mark and said, "I'm gonna blow!" then grunted a few times. "Shit! Shit! Fuckin'... shit!"
Then Billy was stepping back and holding his hands over his junk and smiling like mad.
"Wow! Nice!" he said, then started tucking his stuff away.
Mark stood up, wiping his mouth, smiling and blushing.
The guys started leaving the little storage room. Mark and I were the furthest from the door, so we were the last to leave. I wanted to do it to them just like Mark had. I envied him even more now. But mostly, I wanted to do it to Mark. I didn't have the guts to say anything. I worked on that, though, and just as we got to the door, I got the guts.
I put my hand on his shoulder, and he turned around. He looked at me for a moment before I could say anything.
"You want one?"
He blinked really big, then nodded and smiled even bigger. I went down on my knees, undid his jeans, the zipper, and slipped them down to his knees. I saw how his hard dick pushed his boxers out, and there was a huge wet spot. I fished his hot dick out and was amazed at how hot it was. It looked really nice, too. If it wasn't over six inches, it was really close to it. It was so totally smooth and straight. He had a lot of foreskin, and as I slid the foreskin back he hissed. The end of it was red and wet, especially around the slit. I looked up and he was grinning down at me.
I leaned forward and put it in my mouth. It was so smooth and velvety. Soft and hard. Warm. Salty.
God damn, I loved it!
I swirled my tongue all over it. It was just fucking awesome. I sucked. It tasted even more salty. He shivered and put his hands on my shoulders. I felt some of his weight come down on me. I moved my head back and my lips along it. I felt the edges behind the head with my lips, and the smoothness of the head with my tongue. The smell! Wow! And the taste! The feel! Fuck, how I loved it all!
He groaned deep down in his gut, and I did too.
I sucked and licked my first cock. I was hooked. Beyond hooked. I would die if I never got to again.
The only bad thing was that he came so soon. I was barely starting it seemed when he said, "Cumming!" and his dick sort of jumped and bent, and then I tasted bitter, thick, gooey cum. So much of it! I tried to swallow it all, but I felt it running down my chin. He bucked and fucked my mouth, squirting like crazy. His dick seemed to be dancing and jerking in unbelievable movements.
"Oh, shit! Stop!" he said suddenly and pulled it out.
I immediately felt empty and wanted it back. It was amazingly red now. And so shiny and slick looking. It was bobbing, probably in time with his pulse. He stepped back a single step and put it away. I missed it already.
"Wow, that was nice!" he said. "Thanks, man."
"Any time," I said as I got to my feet.
And I really meant it, too.
We laughed. It was really awkward as we walked out of the storage room.
"Casey take care of you?" James asked.
"Yeah. Fuckin' a!" Mark said.
I was so embarrassed.
"Nobody ever says anything! Ever! To anybody! Or the rest of us take turns beating the shit out of him!" James said, looking around at all of us.
No one dissented.
We never repeated that, or anything like it. We never talked about it. It was like it never happened.
Except Mark and I started doing it together almost all the time. We knew the guys knew, but no one ever said a thing about it.
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