Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2018 05:07:21 -0700
From: donnyperez@secmail.pro
Subject: The Summer That Changed My Life Forever (Part 1)

The Summer That Changed My Life Forever

Disclaimers: This story is totally fictional, but I prefer stories that
seem real, so don't expect anything too strange. This story has explicit
sex, but also some character development about doubts, feelings and
sexuality. I think we all can relate to that. It's more a romantic/erotic
kind of story, with some dom/sub streak to it. If you get turned on by
stories that slowly build up, then this is for you.

This is intended for adults. If you are not comfortable with explicit sex
or this stories are not legal where you live, then don't read them.

English is not my native language. I hope I made no mistakes.

This is a fantasy, I do not condone having sex with a minor in real life.

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I know. It's kind of the typical thing to say. But it was true for me.
That summer, the summer I turned 16, changed my life forever. This is
typical; what happened is not. Or that's what I think. Read on, and judge
for yourself.

At the end of the school year I was a bit frustrated. My two best friends
had just lost their virginity. They were almost your stereotypical nerds,
just like I was, but they had found someone, and now they were putting
pressure on me to "at least try" to be with a girl. They thought my
problem was being too shy. And perhaps having too little confidence. But I
knew the truth, I knew what the real "problem" was. By then, I was sure I
was gay, but I wasn't prepared to tell anyone. Even my two best friends.

When the holidays began they just wanted to be with their girlfriends,
like all the time. And I was happy with that. At least they will not be
putting more pressure on me. I resorted to spend my time with some younger
guys in the swimming pool of my apartment complex. But it was in those
days in late June when I started to form a plan in my head. Why not trying
to find someone on the Internet? I realized I was jealous, I wanted at
least some of what my friends had. It was unfair things had to be so much
difficult for me than for them. Finding someone in "real life" was too
risky, but I had heard about chats in the Internet. This was just before
the onset of smartphones and dating apps, so this kind of sites were
fairly popular.

I created a false account for Messenger and started looking for people. I
had a computer in my room, so I had privacy for that. But I was too naive.
People were older than me, and much more experienced and I got scared
easily. Looking for new chats I found some sites with personal ads and
they became my favorite wanking material. I liked looking at the images,
reading what those men wanted and imagining being with them. But I thought
I was too young to even try to get them interested in me. And too
inexperienced. And it was too scary to answer some of the ads that really
turned me on.

The night before my birthday I was feeling specially depressed. Again my
friends had been trying to convince me to make a move on some girl they
were sure was interested in me. I had to make excuses and even got a bit
angry with them. That night I was furiously wanking reading the ads and
when I finished I felt even more depressed. Without thinking, I started to
write my own ad. Full of lies, of course. I was a college student looking
for experienced guys to explore my bisexuality. I don't know where that
came from, maybe I wanted my friends to be like that. But when the system
asked if I wanted to include an image I took a photo of my erection, that
had just returned. I had to edit it a bit, to cut it to just the cock and
some pubic hair to make it look like I was older. And then, my hand
hovered over the mouse, trying to decide if I wanted to publish it or not.
Of course, it was a stupid thing, but somehow I wanted to see it
published. To see how it looked like with the other ads. And I hit 'Send'.

I wanked again, read a bit, played some online video games and went to
bed. The first thing that came to my head the next morning was that I had
forgotten to delete that stupid ad. But it was my birthday, my parents
wanted to take me and my sisters to the beach. Then we went to a
restaurant and again to the beach with my friends in the evening for a
surprise party. It was when I came back home that I remembered the ad
again. But it was too late to log in, I was tired. The next morning, when
I logged into my false e-mail I discovered 58 replies to my ad. Like I
said, I was too naive to understand that a young college student looking
for someone to experiment gay sex for the first time was the perfect
fantasy for lots of older people.

I answered each e-mail, knowing I could not really pass for a college
student if we were to meet. But it was fun. Twenty other replies came
through that day. And then six more. The next day I deleted the ad. I had
discarded most of the replies by then. I chatted with four of those guys
for a few days, but three of them wanted to meet right away, so I had to
end that. The fourth was an older guy, of 40 years. I wouldn't have even
considered him in normal circumstances, but he was hot, and kind, and
seemed really interested in getting to know me. He seemed to understand me
better than any of the others. He said I needed someone to guide me and I
was game for that. I even confessed I liked the idea of a strong man
taking control. He knew how to push my buttons, so to speak.

By the first week I had confessed I was not a college student. And he said
I didn't have to worry about that. He started to create sex scenarios when
we chatted, he said he was my master now and started asking me to put on a
show on my cam. I had refused the first time, and the second, but then I
had done it, feeling a bit dirty, but hornier than ever. It was hot to
obey him, to do whatever he wanted on the cam, to shove pencils, candles
and other things up my bum, to pee on myself, to write things on my body,
to wank at the speed he ordered and then lick my fingers clean. He never
asked to see my face, he never let me see him, except for the photo he
send the first time. He said he wasn't alone. But I didn't care. I even
shaved my pubes when he asked me to, and he said he liked a little
birthmark I had there, a mark that had been covered in hair for years and
now was the sexiest thing.

But then, of course, he wanted to meet. He said he lived in my own
neighborhood. I started to get a bit nervous. And when the day came, I
just couldn't do it. I didn't show up and I deleted the account. I felt
guilty, but it was safer.

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Some days later I was playing in the pool with two brothers that were
younger than me, two of the kids that I had been hanging out with since
the start of the summer. The oldest of the two, Adrian, was really
becoming my friend. He liked most of the things I liked. He followed me
everywhere and was always super happy to see me, and I liked that. But he
was too young for me, he was more of a little brother. He was going to
turn 14 in September, but seemed younger. That day his father was there,
he had just started his holidays, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw
him. I realized he was my online master. I had only seen one photo of his
naked body, but I had wanked to it several times.

I tried to act normal around him, but he seemed suspicious. We were
playing some stupid game in the shallow end of the pool, and he was there,
standing out of the water, looking at me. We were grabbing each other,
almost pulling our swimsuits off. Mine was a bit old, getting looser with
the knot undone, and one of those times the little brother almost did it.
I pulled it over quickly, nothing had really be seen, or so I thought. I
quickly tied the knot again. But my master was smirking at me. He ordered
the two boys to get out of the pool, to shower, dry carefully, and to go
back home. They protested a bit, it was earlier than usual, but it was
clear they were used to obey him.

"Well, well", he said, getting in the pool with me. "Is your name Andy or
was that a lie too?". I gasped. He grabbed me and pushed me to the deeper
end, then he grabbed my board shorts and tugged at the waistband looking
inside. I quickly put the suit back up, but he was smiling more openly
now. "Relax. Do you want everyone to notice something is happening? I
wasn't sure it was you until I saw that beauty of a mark you have over
your little cock. I'm glad to see that you keep shaving there, good. But
it was not nice to leave me waiting for you like that. You have forgotten
I am your master, and you promised to submit to me. What do you say to
that?".

"I... I don't know what...".

"Don't lie to me!", he whispered, his tone dead serious.

"I'm sorry", I said, "I got scared...".

"And why didn't you tell me that?", he barked again, still whispering, but
more menacing. "Was I forcing you? Was I not your master, that understands
you better than anyone?".

I kept silent. He looked around. No one seemed to have noticed anything.
The brothers were now dry and were putting their clothes on. Adrian was
looking at us, perhaps a bit perplexed. He started to come closer.

"Do you like my boy?", he said. "Is that it, do you want him to be your
boyfriend? Are you planning to take the younger version? He's not like me,
he's a bit girly, that's for sure, but you think he's hot, don't you?". I
shook my head. "Now, get out of the pool and make sure you loose your
boards, you are giving him a show, that's the first part of your
punishment".

Without waiting for my reply he loosened the strings on the shorts and
pushed me gently out of the pool. I looked at him pleadingly, but I knew I
didn't want to upset him. Feeling a bit thrilled I pushed myself out,
letting my boards fall off, but not entirely. Adrian averted his gaze and
I quickly made myself decent again, blushing, but feeling excited.

"What was my father telling you? He's a bit harsh, but he's a good dad. I
will tell him you are not a bad influence", he said really concerned.

"Don't worry...", I started to say, but my master was now out of the water.

"I like your new friend", he said to his son, "he seems to be a good,
responsible boy. Now, take your brother and go home. I will come up soon".

Adrian just nodded. Once they were gone, my master came back for me. "You
are going to come to my house. Tomorrow. Wait until my sons are out, at
10:30. If you are good, I will give you a reward. Be sure to play with
your ass before you come. Even better, leave something shoved inside, and
use plenty of lube. Use that thing with the wider end. Understood?".

"Yes... sir", I said. And he smirked.

"Don't even think of trying to escape from me again. You and I are going
to have a lot of fun together".

END OF PART 1