Str8 guys meet Bi/Gay guys
By: Phantom Menace
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN TEENAGE BOYS. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR TASTE OR IF IT IS ILLEGAL WHERE YOU LIVE, READ NO FURTHER, UNLESS YOU WISH TO BE EDUCATED AND/OR HAVE AN OPEN MIND. THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY. ANY USAGE OF ANYONE'S NAME OR ANY COMPANY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL AND IS NOT INTENDED TO CAUSE ANY HARM. LANGUAGE IS USED IN THE WRITING OF THIS STORY. I AM NOT LIABLE FOR HARM THAT MAY COME IN THE VIEWING OF THIS STORY.
Bradley -- 17-years-old, brown hair, blue eyes, very cute and rough looking.
Michael -- 15-years-old, brown hair, blue eyes, sort of cute.
Matthew -- 19-years-old, blond hair, green eyes, very cute.
I guess I will start by introducing myself. My name is Michael and I am 15-years-old, stand 6 feet tall, and have a small build. I go to junior high school in Redfield, Arkansas. I am just getting out of school for the summer. I do not have any plans for summer vacation so I decide to get on the internet and chat. When I get online I check to see if anyone I know is online. Not surprising, no one is online and I am bored again. Just out of curiosity, I know...curiosity killed the cat, I decided to check out a gay chat room on the internet. I get a new email address and login. I then look for a chat room and come across a chat room called "Str8 boys meet Bi/Gay Boys." Me being me I just cannot resist and go in. I sit there and watch for a while and notice what they are talking about and try to pick out who is straight and who is bi/gay. I decide to see if I am right and I message someone under the nick of "Zach the Mack." I private message him and ask him his sexuality, me guessing he is straight, he replies, "I am str8, how about u?" I tell him that I am. Later I find someone named "Partyboi." I do the same as before and he replies to me, "I am gay." This being a shocker to me, I do not reply. I have never talked to a gay guy before and now I just initiated conversation with one. "Hello? R u there?" he says. "Yeah, I am here." I say. He asks me my "a/s/l" (age/sex/location) and I type, 15/m/AR. "COOL! I am 17/m/AR" "Which part of AR r u from?" I ask. "Sheridan" he says. That is not very far from where I live and I tell him I live in Redfield. He says that we should me sometime and talk. A little weary I am not sure what to say. "Hey, I live @ 156 Evington Dr." I think about it and decide to tell him where I live. "Ok, I live @ 37 Lankier Blvd." I tell him I have to go and clean up for bed cause it is late now...about midnight. I get offline and go to sleep not thinking about what just happened in the chat room.
I wake up and go downstairs to get the wonderful breakfast that my mom just finished making. My favorite...a Mexican Omelet, with cheese and toast. My mom and me are the only ones home due to the fact that my four brothers went to my fathers house in Iowa for the summer...I do not like my father so I decided to stay at home. My mom heads off to work and I am home alone until 5:00p.m. when she returns. I try to find something to do while she is at work but cannot figure anything out so decide to get back online. I get online and log into my messenger account and Bradley (Partyboi) is online and messages me. He asks me how I slept and how my day was going so far. "I am bored. I am home all by myself and have nothing to do." He asks how long until someone comes home to keep him company. Me not thinking as usual reply, "My mom is the only one with me and she will not be back until 5." It is now only 10 in the morning so I have plenty of time before she returns. After about 10 minutes go by he says he has to get offline and I do not care so I let him go. I decided to get offline also and find something to do around the house. An hour goes by and I am watching TV and the doorbell rings. `Who could that be?' I ask myself. I go to the door and look through the peephole and I see a young male about my age, maybe older standing outside. I open the door. "May I help you?" I ask. "Is Michael home?" he replies swiftly. "I am Michael. What do you want." "I was looking for you," he says. "I can tell that but who are you?" "Oh, I am Bradley." Being in the confused state that I was, I said, "Bradley, who?" "Oh, you do not remember. I also go by "Partyboi." I am thinking to myself, `Oh, my world what have I done? There is a gay male standing outside my house and I told him how to get here.' "May I come in?" he asked. Not trying to be rude, I let him in and I show him to the living room. "This is a nice place you got here. It is quite big." "EXCUSE ME?" I say startled. "Your place is really big," he replied. "Oh," I said with a sigh of relief. "Do you want a soda?" He replied, "Sure," not trying to sound anxious. "Can I see your room?" I think to myself, `Everything is going to be alright. Nothing is going to happen." As we go up the stairs, I can feel him staring at the back of my loose-fitting jeans. I turn around and he is looking up into my eyes. We make it to my room and he closes and locks the door behind him.
If you enjoyed this story then please send your comments to PhntMcae@netscape.net, in the subject line type "Str8/Bi/Gay" and I will try to read them all. If I receive enough comments, I will write another part continuing where I left off. Thanks, Michael.
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