Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2005 12:59:23 -0400 From: Mark DePeel Subject: Daze of Our Lives: Chapter 3 My name is Mark. I'm currently 23, gay, and quite comfortable with myself. This wasn't always the case, but then, it's not for most guys. I've decided to document and recount my experiences growing up into today as accurately and completely as possible. As real life doesn't always follow the perfect norms and rules, neither does this story. Graphic, detailed accounts of my sexuality and sexual experiences, which are all homosexual in nature, are contained within. Also, as many of these events occurred before the legal age of consent in many areas, the material may not be legal or to your taste. You've been told: do with that information what you will. You are responsible for knowing whether or not you're supposed to be reading a story of this nature or not. This and all subsequent related works are all copyright 2005 to me, the author. The duplication of this material for distribution or sale in any form is completely not ok unless you ask me first. Any questions, comments, and suggestions should be sent to markus_senior@yahoo.com. Flames, negativity, and whatever else are just going to be ignored, so don't waste your time sending them to me. Daze of Our Lives Episode 3 - The white house with red around the windows (b/b [oral/anal], t/b [oral], t/t [anal], j/o) The next boy whom I would play with was a bit unexpected. My mother, under the pressure of being able to raise both my brother and myself, decided to move back across the state to the western part of Nebraska. She had a job as a nurse at a nursing home in the town that she had grown up in. With all of her family here, it was much easier for her to find people to watch my brother and I. For me, it meant a dry spell in my sexual activity. Trying to meet new people and make new friends was hard enough, let alone trying to find other boys that like to play around. I used to fantasize about naked boys all the time at that age. I would sit around class and look at the boys, wondering what each of them looked like without their clothes on. However, I was too afraid to actually make the first move on one of them. It wasn't that I was afraid of being labeled as gay or queer or anything like that...I didn't even know what the words meant at this time...but I somehow knew that this was something that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about. I'd like to say that I became well adjusted and had tons of friends and everything went great...but it didn't. I ended up making almost no friends those first couple of years. We originally moved into this very rickety old house that was on the edge of town. It had lots of room outside to play in, but with no one to play with, I was always rather bitter about it. From there, however, we moved right down the block from the school into a white house with red trim around the windows. The house was originally a duplex, with a full house as the basement and one as the top, but as codes and regulations changed (like requiring 2 exits), the bottom house was just used as a basement and it was rented as all one unit. It was about 10 blocks away from the school, and about 4 away from the city park. Location is everything in real estate, and for a boy like me just finishing 3rd grade, it was the ideal location. The summer after 3rd grade, when I was around 8, I was playing in the backyard. I had noticed across the back alley way these 2 kids playing every now and again, but I didn't know them from school or anything, and the oldest was like a year or so younger than me, so I really didn't think anything of it. That day, however, this old guy came out of the house with the older boy, and came over to my back yard. He started talking to me, asking if I had ever met his grandson (which I hadn't), and he told me that they lived in Colorado but come up there for the summers to visit. Since Josh didn't have any friends, he was wondering if I'd be interested in hanging out and playing with him. I didn't mind...things were looking up for me, but I still didn't have hardly any friends yet at this point, so I eagerly took the chance to meet another boy. And so, for the rest of that day, we played...and then pretty much every day that summer. I ended up going over to their yard when they were outside, and we'd play silly games like Ghostbusters. It was during a game of Ghostbusters that I ended up messing around with Josh. We had gone inside of his house for a bit because no one was home. He was playing "Peter Venkman" in the game, and he had to get changed for a "date." When he was changing, he turned around and held his boner out to me. "It feels really good when you put your mouth on it," he said to me. "Would you do that for me?" I acted like I was thinking about it for a while before I finally said ok. I took his maybe 2 inch boner into my mouth and gave it the best sucking I could at that time. After a while I stopped and stood up. "Can you do me now?" He pretended to think about it for a moment...and then said no. I couldn't believe it. Why would he say no? "Come on, I just sucked yours." He just shook his head. Then, a moment after, his mom walked in. We never heard them get home. It's probably best then that he didn't suck me too, or else we would have been totally caught. Josh and I never messed around again after that. We never talked about it, never brought it up. A couple of summers later his grandparents moved, and I never saw him again. I wanted to mess around with him again, but it wasn't meant to be. Eric moved in next door to me a few months after I had met Josh. Eric was the son of a Mexican family that moved into the little brown house next door. He was a year older than me, a little bit taller, dark tan skin, black hair, brown eyes. He had the thinness of youth like I did, and right away we became decent friends. We'd hang out on occasion, playing around in his basement with hide and seek or something like that. By now, I think I was 9 and had started 4th grade. One night, Eric had asked me to sleep over. His sister was out at a friend's house, so it was the perfect opportunity (he shared a room with his sister). We were watching movies and stuff until it was time for bed. We both got into bed in just our shorts without shirts on. While we were lying there, Eric turned to me and asked, "Do you want to have sex?" Again, I was completely in shock by the question. This was different than before, when a boy was asking me to suck his dick. Eric wanted all out sex. "Ok," I said. "You go first though." He shook his head at me. "No way, I asked you first if you wanted to." I was just thinking 'whatever' in my head. I didn't care about who went first...all I wanted was some dick. I reached over and undid his shorts. His boner wasn't much bigger than mine, but that was ok. I took off my own shorts and underwear, then I laid down beside him and started sucking on his dick. After a little bit of sucking, I was just thinking in my head that we were about the same height as each other. I had never really had oral sex with a boy laying down like this, and I realized that if I turned my body around, my dick should line up just right with his mouth, and he can suck me at the same time. So I did just that. My very first 69...and I hated it. Eric was not good at all with his mouth. He kept biting on my dick, which really hurt. I pulled it out of his mouth and told him so. He was just like "Sorry, I won't do that anymore" and I didn't put my dick back into his mouth. I kept sucking him for a while longer, then I righted myself in bed beside him and told him it was his turn. Right away he rolled over onto his stomach and pulled apart his ass cheeks for me. I lined my boner up to his hole and poked at it a bit. Like with Christopher a couple years earlier, I still was not quite developed right to actually penetrate. Eventually I asked if I was in enough, and he said yeah. I held it there for a while longer, and then I got off and laid on my stomach. Eric got on top of me, but instead of poking at my hole, he was sliding his cock along my whole ass crack. He kept that up for a while, and I think he might have had a dry orgasm. Up to this point, I had still never actually had an orgasm...as far as I knew, the feeling from the sucking was what was good. After that, we laid down and went to sleep. Another time I stayed the night at his house, but his sister was there. We decided beforehand that we were going to have sex, and so once we got into bed, we waited a few minutes, then we got completely naked and started 69ing again. This time he never bit on my dick. It was feeling pretty good, but his sister was still awake, and she started asking questions like, "What are you guys doing? Who's body is this? Why are you guys naked?" Finally, she got all upset and started crying because she wasn't being included. Eric asked her if she wanted me to have sex with her, but she was all like "No, I just wanted to know what was going on." The mood was broken though, so Eric and I got dressed and we just went to sleep. That was the last time that Eric and I ever messed around. We ended up being all tense when we were around each other, and it was like we couldn't remain friends after we'd had sex. It was through my brother that I got my first taste of adult cock. He had a friend of his, Andy, stay the night. My brother and I shared the same room, so Andy was going to be sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor. We stayed up really late just goofing around, when Andy decided that it was time to up the stakes. He suggested a game of strip poker, but with a twist...the one who lost had to suck the other 2's dicks. I was up for it right away. My brother was hesitant, but with coaxing from his friend, he decided to go in on it. I was down to my shorts, my brother and his friend to their underwear, and Andy ended up loosing. He shrugged and said, "Oh, that's alright. I guess I don't mind sucking you guys off. You want to see something first?" While we watched, he stripped off his briefs and was hard almost instantly. His cock was the biggest I had seen to that point; he had to at least be 8 inches long, and he was pretty thick. (By this point, I was 9, my brother was 12, and his friend was around 13.) While we watched, he started stroking on his cock. "This is jerking off," he said as he demonstrated. Lots of precum kept pooling at the head of his dick, and he'd take it in his fingers and eat it. My brother was all grossed out, but Andy said, "This stuff is great. It's just a bit salty. My girlfriend swallows it all the time when she sucks me. Speaking of which," he turned to me, "let me see your dick." I pulled down my briefs to show my hard now 4 inch dick. He started pointing and laughing. "You're that small still? That's too small for me to suck on. I think you should suck on me instead." I didn't want to at that point. It was embarrassing that he laughed at me about my dick. I mean, I was only 9, what did he expect, me to be his size? In the end, I decided on it anyway. I went up to his dick and put it in my mouth. It was really too big for me. I only got about a quarter of the way down it, and it was making my jaw hurt to open my mouth that wide. I also kept accidentally scrapping him with my teeth. Finally he gave up on me and turned to my brother. My brother was completely not turned on by anything that was happening in front of him. His dick was totally soft. "Come on Mikey," Andy said, "you have to get a boner for me to suck you off. You know what happens if you don't get a boner?" He didn't say anything...he just kept looking at Andy. "It means that I get to fuck you up the butt." "No way," he said. "I'm not doing that." He tried to get his dick hard, but he couldn't. After a while, he just gave up. He was on my bed, and he turned around and got on all 4's in a doggy-style position. Andy got up behind him and rubbed spit all over his cock. He got behind my brother and just started pushing his cock in. I watched, but from my angle, I couldn't see much. My brother kept trying to get him to stop 'cause it hurt, but Andy kept going. I think though that Andy came as soon as he was inside or almost inside; I never did ask to find out. In any event, he pulled out, and our play was done for the night. We talked a little longer, and then went to sleep. I never was with my brother when he had any other sleepovers, so I don't know if anything ever happened between him and other boys. I saw Andy on occasion, but he was one of my brother's friends, so we never talked. The final thing that happened in the white house with red around the window was my discovery of masturbation. With all of these things that had happened to me, plus the onset of puberty, I was constantly horny and constantly hard. I used to take baths when I was that age all the time. After one such bath, I was hard as usual, and I was rubbing my cock, stroking it a bit like I saw Andy do. What felt really good though was rubbing it against parts of my body; rubbing it on my belly, my thighs, things like that. I put some conditioner on my cock, and then really started rubbing away. The feeling kept getting better and better. Then I pushed my knees up and got my thighs tight together, and started pushing my cock in between them. That feeling was really intense...and it wasn't long before I had my first ever orgasm. I know I came, though I don't think it was a lot.