Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2001 18:19:06 -0400 (EDT)
From: LAFEEN@webtv.net
Subject: How it Started Part .1

This is my story, The story of a hungry cock sucking bottom boy.  The
names have been changed to protect the identity of my many men!  If you
are under 18, or not interested in gay sex please leave now!
My name is Nick and I am a good looking, athletic, bottom boy.  Growing
up, I enjoyed playing with dolls, and this infuriated my father and his
brothers, so they introduced me to every sport imaginable, Soccer,
Football, Baseball, Hockey, Tennis, Volleyball, Basketball, Swimming you
name it and I played it.  There was to be no "sissies" in the family.
While I played the games it wasn't until about 5th grade when I started
getting better.  It was then I realized I can be around guys all day,
and the better I am at sports the more they will like me. The boys in my
class stopped making fun of me, My parents were proud that I was
excelling in sports, and soon I was extremely popular!  In 5th grade I
made the traveling basketball team, I was short and skinny, but quick as
hell, and even if I shot from the side of my head, my shots usually
scored.
It was during 1/2 time during one of these games at a YMCA when we were
in the locker room with grown men, I loved the sites and the smell.  One
black man had at least 11" hanging and it turned me on!  I wanted to
suck it, even though I had never done that, that is exactly what I
wanted to do.  Anyways, after the talk I was pissing and my coach Mr.
Gangini stepped next to me and pulled his out, he put his arm around me,
and said "Nick you are playing well, but don't let things distract you"
As he said this he was showing me his cock.  It was about 3 inches, but
kind of fat, and I was amazed by the size of the head.  I couldn't help
but look at it, and he kept pulling on it, and telling me that I was a
good player.  Eventually we went back to the game, and I was still
thinking about the cocks I had just seen.  I didn't play very well and
the coach pulled me from the game, "Nick you need to think about
basketball!  Nobody likes a loser, you want to be liked don't you!  The
benefits come later.  Everybody wants you to do well, don't let them
down!"  I went back in the game and made 4 quick steals, scored 6 points
and had an assist to my older brother Kyle.  The other team called a
time out, and Mr. Gangini winked at me.  It made me feel so wanted, and
loved.  It changed me forever, I wanted to win at all costs, and became
obsessed with winning.  I was labeled a poor sport, but a great athlete.
I was real popular too.  I didn't have sex back then, but I did use to
jerk-off and fantasize about my coach, some ref's, the pizza maker, and
some team mates, plus my new best friend Dean who lived across the
street from me, and was the only other 5th grader on our basketball
team.  I never came but I felt the tingle, and loved being hard!
By 8th grade I was known as a jock, nobody remembered I use to play with
dolls, they all just wanted to be my friend.  Some were jealous, my
brother included, which is weird because I was in awe of him.  He had
already started cumming and sometimes I would suck on the hand cloth he
kept near his bed.  Dean was also a jock, and still my best friend, we
were always together.  We talked about girls and stuff but mostly
sports.  That summer his father told him he was going to the Catholic
High School.  Dean and I both cried, and we were hugging each other and
I got a huge hard-on, so did Dean,we weren't embarrassed, we started
kissing right in his backyard.  As we separated we both noticed wet
spots in our pants, neither of us knew it was called pre-cum. We decided
to both try for 12 Varsity Letters and talk every day.
Soccer started in August, and I was a bit nervous, moving to the High
School level, even if I knew I could play the game, nobody from my grade
school class was going out for the team, so it wasn't going to be easy.
Anyways that 1st practice was such a turn on, the coach constantly
called us "pussies" and said "Mother Fucker", and "Cock Sucker"  it
turned me on so much, and then in the locker room, he got unchanged in
the coaches office, which was a brick room with one wall all glass
looking into the locker room.  He stood there taking off his well
stuffed jock, and I stared in lust, his cock was beautiful, and I
noticed I wasn't the only one checking him out.  One guy John said to me
"Yo Nick aren't you gonna hit the showers?  Its fucking stinky hot"
"I'll wait until I get home".  John was a hot looking junior who lived a
town away from me, but I knew him from tennis.  "If you are sure."  he
said as he winked at me and groped himself.  "Fuck" I thought to myself,
"now I wanna run in that shower."  I didn't though and went home and
told Dean what happened.  "Do you think we are gay?"  He asked me.  "Why
who said that?"  I got very defensive.  "Nick I think I love you"  "I
love you too, but we are like brothers, closer than that, don't get any
crazy thoughts in your head."  I told Dean and actually meant it.
As the season went on my fantasies multiplied and right before Halloween
I shot my first load, laying on my brothers bed, and thinking about
Coach Knight as I jerked-off.  I told Dean and that night we jerked-off
3x in his room, the last time we jerked each other off, and that is when
Dean shot the first load of his life.

The following stories will contain much more explicit sex, so stay tuned.
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