Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 03:00:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Brooks Dawson Subject: My life story Same usual disclaimer as everyone else. This is basically about my life so far growing up gay, not too much for sex, but just enjoy it. This is an all true story. I have always enjoyed the thought of gay sex. Being 17 and living in Canada gives me safe opportunities to explore my options of boys. My first experience of being gay was when I was 8, my older brother and I fooled around. We gave each other blow jobs and would dry hump each other until we reached orgasm. We never did what I really wanted though. Our fooling around ended a few years later, when he discovered girls, to my disappointment. I've lived a happy middle class life, although my parents are divorced, it seems to work better for the family. When I reached Jr.high I got my share of checking out all the cute boys, and let me say there is an excellent selection. All I could do is day dream about sexual fantasies with some of the boys from school. By the time I reached grade nine my friends decided it would be funny to spread rumors that I was gay; at the time I wasn't open, and still am not. After a few days most of the school was laughing at me, calling me fag, queer, homo, etc. I must say it was not the most fun, but I somehow managed to clear my name and the rumors went away. A little about myself, I'm about 5' 11", I have sort of a masculine muscle build, deep dark blue eyes and brown hair. I'm into computers and woodworking. I also have about an 80% average at school, so far, I'm quite successful. By the time I reached Sr.High I was still hoping to have my dream come true, I wanted a boyfriend. I knew this task would be hard because I am not `out', but I know enough about picking up boys from reading on the internet, and I was hoping I could put what I know into effect. For the first half of Gr.11 I searched, but came up with dead ends, any gay person I knew, I didn't want to go out with. Once second semester started, I made friends with another gay person. We usually just talk on MSN about our problems and bitch about how bad we want a boyfriend. Anyways, when March rolled around, I received a phone call from my friend to come and pick up an old friend that was tripped out on some pot and could possibly need medical attention. When I got to the site, there was my usual a group of friends, but this time there was another boy with them, who I'd known to be gay. I loaded everyone up in my car, and took them back to my friends house. It turns out there were having a party and I wasn't initially invited, but because I did them this big favor by picking them up, I was now invited. As the night went on, I couldn't help but fixate my eyes on the gay guy I picked up earlier. He's about 5' 8", brown hair, brown/gold eyes, and has an average build. I would walk around the house all evening to wherever he was just so I could look at him. That night I was stuck being a designated driver, so I had to bear with everyone as they got pissed out of their tree. By early morning, to my pleasure, I ended up beside him on the couch in the dark with just enough light to see what's going on from the flicker of the TV. I carefully placed my hand a few inches from his, and slowly inched it towards his. To my satisfaction, he started to do same thing. By this time I had a raging 7" boner in my pants. Soon our pinky fingers met, nothing much, basically innocent and before I knew it, his hand was on top of mine. I was in complete ecstasy. My years of dreams were unfolding before my eyes. After a few minutes, he placed his hand on my thigh, and started rubbing my leg. Nervous and scared that I would be caught by my friends I carefully returned the favor to him. Eventually the lights were turned out, and he planted a kiss on my lips. We started to make out quietly in the room with about 5 or 6 other occupants. We quickly made our way outside to my moms van where it would be safe from being caught. He peeled my shirt off and then his own as we were making out in the back seat. He sat down on my lap, I couldn't help but find a way to jam my tongue further down his throat while caressing his soft boy ass with my hands. He slowly undid my jeans and yanked them to the floor fully exposing my boyhood. He broke the kiss and leaned down and took my boyhood into his mouth. The feeling and sensations that I was having is almost indescribable, his warm mouth bobbing up and down on my boyhood was sending me through the roof. The crisp Canadian air surrounded my boyhood as he made his way up to the top of my circumcised cock. After a few minutes of letting him have his way, I decided it would be time for me to return the favor. I leaned over and engulfed his fat 6" uncut cock into my mouth, because of the angle, I was a bit frustrated that I couldn't consume any more than a few inches. But I was really enjoying the sweet salty taste of his cock in my mouth. I pulled off his cock for a breather and he seized the opportunity to jam his tongue down my throat. Unfortunately, I hadn't taken my breath of air and had to break off the kiss to avoid momentary suffocation. Because nothing much sexual was happening at the moment, I figured I'd reach over a jack him off, being a cold time of year in Canada, my hands were naturally cold. So it sent his cock into momentary shock when my nearly ice cold hands made contact. It didn't take long with my quick up and down motions to warm my hand up and get into a rhythm that seemed to be please him. After about an hour of this we finally came to orgasm, without thinking ahead, we had nothing to clean up our sweet boy juice left on our stomachs. Fortunately for me, he leaned over and licked my boy juice off me. I was still too worried about the possibility of AIDS or something, at this point it would probably be too late, but I still didn't want to take the risk, so I just cleaned him off with an undershirt. We made our way back into the house, but by this time it was 6am and I was supposed to have returned the van back hours ago so I gave my final goodbye kiss and left. A few days later he added me to his MSN, and we were chatting online. To my vast disappointment, according to him, he didn't remember a thing. He thought we may have done some fooling around, but was still clueless. I was momentarily heart broken, the first boy I had sex with, and he doesn't even know it. After a while we talked, and I told him what happened, and he wanted to continue our session again, but this time, so he can remember. More to come if you want, let me know. Email me at Brooks_104@yahoo.com if u have any comments suggestions or anything else