Date: Fri, 20 Mar 1998 21:09:33 PST From: Mark Jenkins Subject: Being the Man Disclaimer! Why the hell am I putting a disclaimer on an pseudonymous text story about a fantasy I decided to put down on electronic paper? This is truly an odd society that we live in, but I guess since everyone else is doing it I might as well conform like the good like robot I'm supposed to be. Anyways, this is a fantasy story about fantasy young men having sex with fantasy young boys. It is my first attempt at authoring a gay erotic story. There is potential for many stories to follow. If you like this one, send me some EMail and let me know what you think. Flames and/or attempts to salvage my soul will result in a painful electric shock administered for each spelling and grammatical mistake contained in the message. You may freely distribute this story to every and all horny gay men you feel would enjoy it. If you are not old enough to be reading smut like this, and have still managed to gain access to it, I applaud you young man! Continue the fight! And now, on to the aforementioned smut. When I was a young man, my favorite way to annihilate brain cells was smoking dope. I had first sampled the joys of marijuana when I was 15, and by the time I had reached halfway into my 16th year I was a major pot head. Now I didn't have, or want, a full time job that would pay me enough money to support my brain candy habit. So of course I decided that the most efficient way to deal with this problem would be to sell the golden harvest to those so inclined to indulge in it's joys. I became known around school as the man to talk to when you wanted to buy a few joints for the weekend, and I usually charged five bucks for a fat doobie. The fact that I was only paying a fraction of that for the quantity that I purchased allowed me to make enough money to support a fairly decadent lifestyle for a sixteen year old punk like myself. Physically, I was 6', 150 pounds with a slight frame and flat, soft belly. My dark brown hair was very straight and lank, but I usually wore it in the latest cool style to accentuate my features. My German descent endows me with blue eyes, which combined with my dark hair and pale complexion give me very striking looks. All in all, I was leading a pretty awesome life. The fact that I was homosexual did not deter me in my lifelong quest for pleasure and enjoyment. On the contrary, I felt that it enhanced my ability to live life in the fast lane without getting tied up with babies, and other sticky relationship problems that are so common to hetro couples. I was happy to be a queerboy and at the same time played the straight persona to my family and friends at school. In fact, it amused me to fool them all so convincingly, especially when you consider the fact that I had had hetro sex maybe five times in my life. But they were all indoctrinated to the idea that I was just as manly as the next guy, and I used their firm belief in this fact to my advantage. My favorite sexual escapade consisted of seducing boys younger than myself; their initial innocence provided me with an erotic thrill that could not be matched by sex with my peers. The fact that I always had a ready stash of good dope only enchanted my ability to lower their inhibitions and raise their libidos to the point that it was easy to initiate experimentation. Usually I would start with the basics, but then move up to bigger and better things before too long. I would normally have sex with a boy for one to two months before the thrill of the conquest had worn off and I turned my interests to other budding young adolescensents. I'll recount to you now the tale of the very first time I got up the nerve to deflower my first boy. I lived in a large apartment complex, not the nicest in town but not the ghettos either. Being in a working class part of town, there were lots and lots of kids in the compound. I had of course gotten to know all of those who enjoyed smoking bud from time to time. One of my dope buddies was named Eric, he was my age and went to the same school as I did. We did not share any classes, but we bonded over many gratifying bong sessions. He was a rather large kid, and I did not find him especially attractive. But his little brother, Ryan, was the cutest little shit on the planet. He had the most awesome color of light red hair I have yet come across, it gave new meaning to the term `strawberry blond'. Of course he was thin and delicate, just the way I loved em. Up until that point I had been having sex with my best friend Mike, but I realized that there was something more that could drive my hornieness to the next level. I had found it in Ryan. He was definitely a wanna-be kid, trying to emulate his cool older brother in every way possible. Being only recently turned thirteen, it made it hard for him to fit in with his brothers friends and lifestyle. I usually made a point to go out of my way and be friendly to him. Over the last two years he had gotten stoned with his brother and me on a few occasions. It was not very often that Eric would invite his little shadow to get stoned and be with the rest of us. One weekend the evil parents had taken a trip out of town, leaving the apartment to the care of their trusted and vigilant oldest son. They really were not good judges of character I suppose. Of course I ended up hanging out and partying with the two brothers the whole weekend, getting baked out of our minds and sneaking shots of Dad's Jack Daniels. On Friday evening, after a long hard night of fun, I vaguely remember passing out next to Ryan on his twin size bed. He was hammered as well, but had managed to get his jeans and T-Shirt off before he dropped into oblivion. I awoke the next morning to the sight of this gorgeous young manling lying spread-eagled on his belly. His left left overlapped mine, and his ass was nicely displayed in his tight white briefs. I have always been a huge fan of briefs over boxers, and was glad that he chose the former as his method of underdressing. My morning erection gave my small head control over my senses, and I reached out my hand to gently stroke his naked back. Gently, massaging his shoulders and midsection, I worked my way down his spine, keeping an eye out for any indication that his sleep had been disturbed. Noting no change in his breathing I allowed myself to softly caress his cloth covered ass with one hand while squeezing my throbbing seven inch dick with the other. I carefully unzipped my jeans and withdrew my gooey cock and balls so that I had discreet access. At this point my other hand had finally worked its way past his waistband and down to his hairless ass. The sensation of touching skin so soft and virgin was bringing me near the verge of climax when he began to stir. I quickly withdrew my hand and pulled the covers up to hide my aroused state. Ryan sighed a bit, and proceeded to roll over onto his back. I had to pinch myself to assure I was still awake when I saw that his own stiff pole had tented out his underpants. I figured that it was now or never and reached my hand back to his nether regions, first gently and then more firmly squeezing his prick. I estimated it to be a good five and a half inches hard, and was impressed with its circumference and rigidity. I moved my hand up his bare chest and began playing with his nipple. He moaned slightly in enjoyment and I felt his heart beating a mile a minute. I knew there was no way this boy was asleep and decided I was good to go solo with him. His underpants were lowered just to his knees, and I wasted no time in engulfing his cock into my drooling mouth. The taste of fresh young boy was intoxicating and I knew then that I would be addicted to that smell and flavor for the rest of my life. My technique was excellent, so the blowjob was brief. No sooner had I inserted his dick down my throat and stoked it a few times than he blew his wad into my mouth. His body twisted and his muscles spasm as the pleasure overtook that small young body. The spooge was slightly runny, I could tell that his sperm production had not reached it's capacity yet. I allowed him to fill my mouth with his warm goo, and bathed his softening prick in its own ejaculate. Not yet swallowing, I moved up to his head, admiring his beautiful young features. His lips were slightly parted from his prior ecstasy and I allowed a small drizzle of cum to fall between them. This must have caught him completely off guard, he opened his eyes suddenly and looked up at me. I gave him a shit eating grin, and when he returned it I lowered myself to his mouth and exchanged his bodily fluids with him. It was extremely erotic, and I was very close to my own orgasm. Knowing that I must wait to get the reciprocation I desired, I planted my prick right next to his limp wet shaft and began humping myself into him. Combined with the continued tongue kissing I quickly blew my wad all over his small patch of pubes and lower belly. It was quite a mess, but he quickly headed for the bathroom and returned with a handful of toilet paper to clean us up with. Nothing else was said, and as the day progressed I noticed that he was giving me that stare normally reserved for fashion models and rock stars. It stoked my ego as well as the fire of my sexual urgings. I knew that tonight I could take it to the next level. To be continued???