Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2001 12:57:06 EDT
From: Boltzoflife@aol.com
Subject: More Than Just Friends/Chapter 1

	Disclaimer: Look, if you're under 18 this displays sexual content
thus since I am under 18 just don't get caught and blah blah blah.
	This story is 100% true. It happened to me, and you are the first
people to hear it.

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	My story.  Thinking of this makes me wonder why my life is
important.  I think that my life is a reminder to stay strong. No matter
what happens, if you stay strong you will overcome all the harsh
circumstances in life.  I was inspired to write my story after reading
Joshua's story. The feelings I read in that story are a lot like how I felt
or feel.  I am not trying to out do his story, as that would be impossible.
Yet, I only want mine to have the same effect on others as his did on me.

	My name is Josh.  I am sixteen and gay.  I have just begun to
realize and accept my sexuality as for a long time I wanted to believe that
I wasn't.  To understand my story I have to give a little background
information on me. In December of 1999 I left my father's house to go live
with my mother.  After six years of abuse I had enough.  Unfortunately,
this experience caused me to lose any self-esteem that I had.  The past
year and a half I have been trying to rebuild that self-esteem and I am
finally making progress.

	Shortly after I moved in with my mother I got a job at a West coast
pizza buffet chain.  I had not been working for one month when I met him.
His name was Chaz.  I was supposed to train him as a dishwasher and during
my training we started having a conversation.  At this time, I thought I
was straight so I didn't think to ask him any gay questions.

	"So, Chaz have you ever had...well...um sex?" I asked with
hesitation.


	Chaz replied "No, but I have gotten a couple of blow jobs, what
about you?"


	I, who was 14 and just entering puberty had no sexual background of
any kind so I replied meekly "Well, no but I jack off a lot."


	Luckily for me we had that in common.  After more conversation we
got to know each other very well. Plus, we worked together every Friday and
Saturday night.  It was almost impossible not to develop a friendship.
Soon, we were inseparable.  Chaz introduced me into the world of marijuana,
booze, and porn.  Chaz and I would stay out late and get stoned and then
spend the night at each other's house.

	It was during this period that I started getting the urges.  Chaz
and I talked about sex and jacking off a lot.  Soon, I had this desire to
see what his cock looked like.  I didn't know why I wanted to see it and I
never mentioned it to him. I was scared at that thought and I ignored him
for about a week.  This did not last however.  As time wore on I started
"hanging" with Chaz more and more.  Soon, he was staying away from his
house for days at a time while we hung out.

	One night, after we got off from Izzy's (the pizza buffet) Chaz
called to check in with his dad and tell him he was coming home late.
Frank (Chaz's dad) had apparently caught Chaz in yet another lie.  That
night Frank kicked Chaz (who was 16) out of his house. That was four days
before my fifteenth birthday.

	I was in bliss; I now might see his cock. After all, he was going
to come and live with me.  My mother loved Chaz and gladly accepted him
into our household.  Every time Chaz would take a shower I was trying to
sneak a peek at his body.  Chaz always slept in his boxers so I had seen
his beautiful smooth chest, long legs and nice tight ass. Unfortunately, I
wanted to see his cock.

	Then it happened. One day while he was changing in my room (which
is a loft above our garage) I snuck into the kitchen and behind the door.
If the Kitchen door is open there is a clear view of my room.  Through the
crack in the door a watched as his boxers fell revealing a hot black bush
of pubic hair and long 5-inch limp dick.  Chaz scratched his balls and
slapped his cock a couple of times causing it to become partially hard,
this added another half inch to his size.  Then he bent over revealing the
cleanest, tightest ass.  He had a gorgeous complexion and even his ass was
tan. It was smooth with no hair or pimples.  As he pulled up fresh boxers
he rubbed his ass causing the swell of meat in my pants to grow even
larger.  The thought of me getting hard because of a guy scared me so bad
that I was sick to my stomach the rest of the day.  I couldn't get the
picture of Chaz's cock out of my head, so I walked around with the
everlasting hard-on.

	That night I decided to experiment with my computer and I looked at
some straight and some gay porn.  The straight porn was like reading an
encyclopedia to me whereas the gay porn got my heart racing.  I didn't know
why this was happening. Why did I have to be doing this?  I thought, "This
is something that I am controlling.  I am not gay; my friendship with Chaz
is just becoming to close.  I got hard because I was imagining the clit he
would fuck on his first time."

	I knew in the back of my mind that those thoughts were the biggest
load of shit I ever thought of.  I was sure I was "bi" but I really did not
want to admit it. The next night, Chaz stole some condoms from a store. He
gave me two and he took two. He told me to put them in my wallet because
you always have to be prepared.  Well, needless to say thinking of him
applying the condom to his long hard cock just made my blood race straight
to my dick. Once again, scaring the living shit out of me that I was even
having these "mental images."

	That night I asked Chaz if he had jacked off since he lived with me
(2 months now). "Well...yeah," he replied with some hesitation.  "When no
one is home I have jacked off in your room.  But, don't ask me what I did
with my cum because I am not going to tell you." Chaz said. Damn!!! I got
hard again thinking of him lying on his back on MY bed stroking his meat
and cumming all over MY pillow.  I was so hard I couldn't sleep. Chaz
passed out.  He was out like a light (plus, he told me he was a deep
sleeper) so I decided to wank off.  After a couple minutes of stroking my
boyhood cock of 5 inches hard I decided that I needed to see Chaz's dick
close up.

	So since I was lying next to him, I reached my hand under his
blanket and slowly made my way up the front of his boxers.  When I reached
the front I found that his cock, though he was asleep, was hard as an iron
bar.  Feeling his rock hard cock made me so hard I came right there on the
spot.  I slowly and gently pulled his cock through the front flap of his
boxers and pulled my hand out. I picked up his blanket in the middle and
moved the middle of it just so I could see his cock in the dim light that
flooded my room.

	I was so nervous.  I was light headed and I had butterflies in my
stomach, yet I was scared of him waking up to. I finally saw his fully
erect hard 7-1/4 inch hard cock. (I measured it later).  I was long and
smooth was a large mushroom head at the top.  His balls were clean-shaven
with pubic hair lining the base of his cock.  I wanted to touch so I
reached out my hand and touched it.  Then I decided that I wanted to grab
it.  I pulled my hand and wrapped his cock with my fingers. They barely
touched!!! Plus, his cock was so warm. I decided to just kiss his tip, yet
the pussy that I was I decided to kiss my hand and touch the tip.  This
caused his cock to pop up even more! Then I brought my face in close,
puckered up my lips and kissed the tip of his cock.  At that point I backed
off.

	I thought hard about what I was thinking about doing next. I had
the incredible urge to put his cock in my mouth! I sat there shaking with
nervousness pondering whether or not I should attempt it.  Then I wondered
why I wanted to do it in the first place. I mean that was like thinking
"Ok, maybe I am a little gay" to going all out saying "Hey guess what???
I'm a cock sucker!!!" After a couple minutes of a war within my body my
"Try everything once" side won.  As I got on my knees, my whole body
shaking horribly, I lowered my head to be where the tip of his dick was.  I
grabbed the base with my hand and put the tip in. Then I pulled back
dropping his dick creating a loud slapping noise as it hit his lower
abdomen. Then I repeated the process only this time putting his whole 7 1/4
inches in and coming back up. It was weird, I mean I deep throated his cock
right off the bat and had no gagging problems (I guess I was born a
natural).  Then I put his meat back in and started bobbing up and down like
the chicks in the porns did.  I was completely inexperienced and I just
bobbed up and down, up and down. Every two seconds checking to make sure he
wasn't sitting there with his eyes open and fists clenched.

	As I kept bobbing my head I noticed his cock starting to get even
harder than it was when I first started "bobbing" (I say bobbing because at
this time I had not yet figured out the "sucking" part).  I realized he
must be close to orgasm, or busting as we call it and I bobbed a little
faster.  I then decided to stop because I didn't want "it" in my mouth.
Unfortunately it was to late to stop.  He jetted stream after stream of
sweet, warm cum in my mouth.  With his cock so far down my throat I did the
only thing possible and I swallowed. Then I put his blanket back and layed
down ashamed at the "act" I had just witnessed. Playing it over and over
again until I drifted off into a restless sleep.

	The next day I woke up with the worst stomachache. I thought to
myself "Oh shit, I ate his cum. Oh my god." I was frantic I mean I didn't
know if that was causing my stomach to hurt or not. So I did a little
research. I asked Chaz if when he received blow jobs if the chicks
swallowed his cum.

	He said "Yeah always."

	"Does it make 'um sick," I asked.

	"What??? No...well at least not that I know of," Chaz replied with
a bewildered look on his face. "Why'd ya wanna know?"

	"Oh, just curious." I said meekly.

	I went in the bathroom and showered then I ate and forced myself to
puke. After all that my stomach still hurt. I realized that I was feeling
guilty and ashamed and sickened. I mean I thought "oh shit going to hell
know" and things like "I am not gay! What was I doing" I felt so bad and
gross. That night I slept like a baby. I had made sure I went to bed before
Chaz so I would not even be tempted to do it again.

	Luckily for me I was tempted...and eventually Chaz didn't sleep so
light. But that is another story.

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	Thank you and I will have more chapters coming. I would love to
hear comments.  You can e-mail me at Boltzoflife@aol.com and let me know
what you think!!!
Josh