Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2011 16:55:28 -0600
From: pro_5@hotmail.com
Subject: The Pains of Being Gay - Chapter 1- A New Beginning

**Disclaimer** This story is based on a homosexual boy growing up, the main
character Chris is somewhat based on me and some of my personal memories.

The rest of the characters are completely fictional. If you are not here to
read about homosexual sex between teens then leave now. If you are not of
legal age or it is illegal to read this material in your country leave now!

If not enjoy!! :) If you have any questions, concerns, or comments please
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The Pains of Being Gay
Chapter 1 - A New Beginning


I awoke to my alarm buzzing in my ears annoyed as I remembered today was my
first day of high school. I leaned over and gazed at my alarm clock as it
flashed 7:00am and sighed to myself. I rolled back onto my back and closed
my eyes again, having that feeling every teenager has on a school day `just
five more minutes'. I dosed off quickly again.

I was startled by my mother yelling up to me to get up or else I was going
to be late for school. I leaned over looked at my clock again and realized
I had fallen asleep for another half hour.

"Shit! I can't be late, not on my first day" I said scowling myself
quietly.

I now had only 30 minutes left to get ready for school and have breakfast
before my bus would be here. I quickly made my way to the shower, turned on
the water and got in. The warm water felt so relaxing, I was pissed because
I only had enough time for a five minute shower. I quickly washed my hair,
rinsed off, got out and dried off. I wrapped a towel around my waste and
made my way to my room to get dressed.

I closed my door and walked over to my dresser. I looked at myself in the
mirror and was very much pleased with my looks. I am 14 years old I have
medium length brown hair, and light blue eyes. I loved my eyes they are my
best physical feature. I am 5'10" and weigh 165 pounds. I had a very solid
build my muscles were well toned even though I have never worked out
before. I stayed in shape from playing volleyball for the past four years.

I snapped out my daze as my mom yelled up that I only had 15 more minutes
to get ready. I quickly dropped my towel to the floor, grabbed a pair of
boxers and slid them on. I open another drawer, pulled out my favourite
jeans out threw them on. I grabbed my deodorant, rubbed some on under my
arms and sprayed myself with axe. I grabbed a shirt from my closet and
headed downstairs.

For breakfast I had two pieces of toast smothered with peanut butter, and a
large glass of orange juice. It's my favorite morning snack. As I was
eating my breakfast I started to think about my first day of high school
and began to get nervous. All the stories I've heard about bullying the
grade nine's, initiation, it terrified me.

I came back to reality and looked at the clock and noticed I only had five
minutes to get out the door. I threw my dishes in the sink, brushed my
teeth, and put on my shoes.

"See you tonight mom" I shouted.

"Have a good day Chris" she replied.

I grabbed my jacket as I headed out the door to catch the bus. A few
minutes later I saw the bus coming down my road, I got on and sat in the
middle of the bus. During the ride to school I became more and more
nervous. My high school was going to be a lot bigger then my elementary
school, there was going to be so many new people. I hate meeting new people
because I'm a really quiet person, and extremely shy.

The bus arrived at the school 15 minutes later. I made my way into the
school, and saw some of my friends from my previous school. I talked to
them for about 15 minutes when, an announcement came over the intercom
instructing the students to begin going to their home rooms. My home room
teacher was Mr. Smith his room was on the second floor, room 224.

I sat down in an empty desk near the front of the classroom. I looked at
the clock and saw it was only 8:20 and I had five more minutes till the
bell rang. I looked around the room and saw a few familiar faces, some from
my previous school, others from playing volleyball and a lot of people I
had no idea who they were.

"Hey Chris", I heard a girl's voice say.

I looked up surprised having no clue who she was, "Ugh, hey" I replied
back.

The same thing happened a few more times as people came in the room. I was
surprised because it seemed like almost everyone knew me, but yet I didn't
have a clue who anyone of them were.

The bell finally rang, and Mr. Smith interrupted everyone, "Good morning
everyone, and welcome to grade nine. My name is Mr. Smith and I will be
your home room teacher for your next four years".

Mr. Smith talked about the basic school rules, and then handed out a bunch
of forms to be filled out by our parents. We also received our locker
numbers, mine was located on the second floor, B485.

Finally we received our schedules for the year. This semester I had Phys
Ed, English, Math and Geography. Next semester I had Business, French,
Family Studies and Science. I was pleased with my schedule it was well
balanced between both semesters.

The bell rang and I began making my way to the gym for my first period
class. While I was making my way to the gym I continued to get people
saying hey to me and girls smiling at me. I thought to myself `if they only
knew the real me. It was really awkward for me, I didn't have any idea who
they were, but it seemed like everyone knew me. To be honest it freaked me
out.

I entered the gym, immediately seeing a few of my friends. I went over and
talked to them for a few minutes before we were interrupted.

"Chris can you please come over here for a minute" I turned around and saw
it was Mr. Kent, my Phys ED teacher who was calling for me.

I walked over to Mr. Kent, "ugh, is there something I can do for you sir?"

"I would like you to meet Andy, he just recently moved here from Banff"
replied Mr. K.

Banff is a town that is about an hour away from Calgary in the mountains.

"Hey Andy, I'm.." before I could finish Andy cut me off.

"You're Chris" Andy finished

"Wow who doesn't know my name, I don't get it?" I asked flattered.

"Dude you're the best volleyball player in the city, who wouldn't know
you!"

"Well, I don't know about that, I'm alright I guess".

"Your just modest dude" Andy said, smiling softly.

There was something about his smile that gave me butterflies in my
stomach. Andy was a very attractive boy. He was short, only about 5'4",
skinny build maybe around 120 lbs, and medium length blond wavy hair. He
was gorgeous!

I was interrupted from my thoughts by Shawn, "well it was really nice
meeting you Chris".

"Oh, ugh, yea same with you Andy", I replied extending my hand.

Andy shook my hand, "I'll see you around I guess".

"Of course man, doesn't be a stranger now. Here's my cell number, give me a
text or call sometime if you wanna hang out".

"Oh, are you sure?" he asked quietly looking into my eyes.

"Yeah, don't be shy man, we can hangout some time or something".

"I'd like that", he responded quietly.

With that Andy walked away, and out of the gym. I was a little confused why
he left, but coach said he had to go do some more paper work in the
guidance office for the school. When he looked me in the eye I almost
melted, they were the most beautiful things ever. He had the most wonderful
hazel eyes I've ever seen. I really hoped he would call me some time there
was something about him that had me very interested.

*******

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly. In gym class we just played a
few games of dodge ball for the period. In English we talked about the
books we were going to be reading over the semester. I wasn't looking
forward to reading Shakespeare, I'm sure that'll be fun. Lunch was boring,
I just had cafeteria food, and it was real shitty. In math we went over
some review from grade eight, and in geography we just discussed the
different areas of Canada's landscape.

On my way home on the bus I began to think about Andy. I was a little sad I
didn't get to see him again. I was beginning to think I was developing some
sort of crush on him or something. I thought about him a lot today during
my classes, for some reason I just kept, seeing his smile, his beautiful
eyes, they kept giving me butterflies.

********

When I got home, I went up to my room, threw my bag on the floor, and fell
on to my bed. I sighed out loud to myself and began to think about how my
day went. I was relieved that it was over and nothing bad happened.

My thoughts turned to Andy, his smile, his voice, and those amazing eyes. I
began to wonder what he would look like without his shirt on. I began to
rub myself through my jeans and let out a quiet moan.

I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper. I sat
up and threw off my shirt. I laid back down and pulled my now semi-erect
cock out of my boxers and wrapped my hand around it. I began to think of
Andy again, I pictured him naked in the locker room having a shower. The
hot steamy water splashing off of his smooth skin, and running down his
back. I began to stroke my cock faster, and I began to let small moans of
pleasure out of my mouth. I closed my eyes and continued to picture Andy in
the shower, his perfectly shaped body. My eyes moved down to see his
wonderful round butt. The thought of his ass pushed me over the edge and my
cock exploded several spurts of my young teen cum. It shot all the way up
to my neck, I've never had an orgasm as powerful as the one I just had. I
was in complete bliss, my thoughts were interrupted when I heard my mother
calling me.

"Chris supper will be ready in 15 minutes".

"Ok mom, I'll be down in a few minutes", I responded.

I sighed and grabbed my cum rag from under my bed. I cleaned myself, pulled
my jeans up, threw on my shirt and headed downstairs for supper.

Well that's all for chapter 1, hope you liked it, more to come of course!
If you have any questions, concerns, or comments please write me!!!
Pro_5@hotmail.com. If you do write me make sure the topic of your email is
"YOUR STORY" because your emails will go to my junk folder and I would not
want to accidently delete your email.