Date: Thu, 8 Feb 2024 15:23:04 +0000
From: Paul Biffin <p.biffin@outlook.com>
Subject: Cameron's story

Chapter one, In the Beginning

Hi, I'm Cam, from Brighton. I always new I was gay. Growing up in
Brighton, one of the most liberal cities in the UK, it was never a
problem. I lost my virginity at 15 to a classmate, in his bedroom when
his parents thought we were doing homework. It was summer, so we were in
T shirts and shorts. I nervously stroked his thigh. Feeling no
resistance, I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts. He turned my face
towards him and I had my first real kiss. It sent shivers through me and
my young cock responded. I cradled his balls, his dick rose. He put his
hand down my shorts, held my penis and moved his hand up and down. We
kissed more deeply and removed one another's T shirts. He was more
muscular than me. I ran my hand over his chest and abs, then on down into
his shorts. I had only been masturbating about a year, but instinctively
knew what to do. We dropped our shorts. Our cocks stood proud. He bent
down and took me in his mouth. It felt like I would explode. I was
moaning with pleasure, my balls tightened and I shot cum into his mouth.
He kissed me, I tasted my own semen. I wanked him till he came over my
hand. I licked it, tasted sweeter than mine. We kissed more and our
erections soon returned. I leaned over, sucked and licked his shaft and
balls. His hand squeezed under me. His finger found my bum hole. He
wiggled his finger till it went inside me, I yelped, a mixture of pain
and pleasure. He laid me on my side and worked my hole some more. Then he
smeared my arse and his cock with baby oil. Positioning himself
carefully, he eased in. I gritted my teeth until the pain passed. He
started fucking as I wanked myself. After about 5 minutes he worked me
round so I straddled him. He lifted me slightly and fucked me hard. I
shot over his tummy. He fucked harder, then held ridged as my arse
received it's first ever cum. Having tidied ourselves, we went
downstairs where his Mum was preparing tea.

Somehow, word got out at school. At assembly, the headmaster gave a
lecture on the importance of having a relationship before engaging in any
sexual activity. He also reminded us that the minimum legal age for sex
is 16. We giggled and slapped each other's bottoms.

By 16, I had a part time job, was growing facial hair and looking much
older. I bought my own clothes and looked quite the young twink I was
becoming. I had fucked a boy while we were on a school trip to Paris.
I'd sometimes wander round Kemptown, Brighton's gay area looking at the
eye candy. I was too young to get into the pubs. Now and again, I'd take
my chance in the local cottage (public toilet) leading some pretty
disgusting sex. At 17, I got fake I.D. so I could get into some pubs. I
got chatted up a lot, mostly by guys much older than me. A few guys my
age started hanging out. One guy especially rook my fancy, Pete. We went
to the same college, studying I.T. We had no money. One day I jokingly
suggested we should whore ourselves. He took me seriously.


To be continued