Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2009 17:24:00 EST
From: Chiconian1@aol.com
Subject: Early Beginnings 7

Early Beginnings Part 7

High School

I couldn't believe, I was actually looking forward to high school. I've
never been one of those kids who got into the whole school pride thing. I think I
just couldn't wait to get away from junior high, where I had spent my most
painful years. I know now that junior high is pretty rough for most kids, both
gay and strait, however back then I thought I was the most confused, unhappy kid
there.
First of all, our high school was an awesome looking building. It looked like
an English Tutor manor house from a PBS movie, with a circular drive and.
There were 6 acres of grassy fields behind the building, with a football field, 2
baseball diamonds, a large track and best of all, an Olympic size pool.
I could hardly believe that I, the introverted, loaner was all jazzed about
going to high and that I was actually going to try out for the swim team.
Swimming was a sport I loved and excelled in. My parents had a 20 x 30 ft pool
(almost a necessity for summers in Northern California, where it can get into the
100's in summer, if your parents didn't have a pool, you made friends who
did). Sometimes I think I spent half my life in our pool doing laps. It was a
great stress reliever.
An added bonus was picking majors and not being told what classes I `had' to
take, other than some the basic three R's. And then there was my PE class and
the locker room. OMG! There were older kids who ran track and swam and they
looked like naked statues of Greek Gods in the showers. I could control my
boners now, so showering with such boys no longer intimidated me.
On the downside, our town was growing fast; therefore another high had to be
built. Since Ron and most of my new friends from JH lived on the other side of
town and attended the new high. It was up to me to become aggressive for a
change and make friends by myself. Another problem I had was figuring out who
might be gay. It seemed that the guys I was most attracted to were the hot
looking air head straits, whoops.
Ron had told me that eventually, I would develop something called `Gaydar,'
however I wasn't very good at it yet.
Besides, with orientation and finding my way around the new school, I had
little time to  alot to my sex life. That would have to come later.
It's kind of funny, that when I did become part of a group of friends, they
were all strait boys. What they had in common is that they were all good guys.
One kid, Jonny had just relocated from Southern California and was very smart
and sophisticated, a second was Ben, he was a native, kind of hard headed, but
a real decent guy; and the third was Jon. Jon had just moved to town from
Minnesota when his dad was hired to teach at the local college. These were the
guys I ate lunch and hung out with every day. They were all car nuts. Later,
when we all got cars, they taught me how to tune mine and repair it. We had car
clinics at Jonny's house once a month and would take our cars out on old farm
roads to see how fast they would go.
I met Jon at swim team tryouts, where we both made the junior varsity team.
Jon swam on a team in St. Paul and he was quite good, lots better than me.
Although I was strong and fast, I was untrained. Jon offered to teach me to be a
better swimmer. He was kind of blown away when I told him That's good because I
only live 8 blocks away and my parents have a pool.
Jon and I became the closest. We would walk to school together every day and
talk about stuff. He was the only one I came out to in high. One day he just
asked if I was gay and I said "Yes, why do you ask?"
He answered that I was the only one in the group who wasn't always talking
about girls all the time.
I asked if we were still cool and he said "yeah" and winked and told me he
had an older brother in college who was gay and I reminded him of his brother.
One day when we were alone, he was way down and depressed and it just seemed
natural to hold and hug him, so I did. He let me do it and seemed to
appreciate it.  He later asked me if I had a `thing' for him? I told him I did at
first, but I was over it and had settled on just being his best friend.
Jon answered with a big smile, "You are my best friend."
Another time while walking to school he asked; right out of the blue, if I
was a virgin? When I told him no. He just said; he figured as much, as I was the
only member of our group who didn't talk about sex all the time. He told me
he was a virgin and he was pretty sure Ben and Jonny were too.
I just grinned at him and told him I could take care of that for him if he
wanted. He gave me the usual slug on the arm, laughed and said "No way, Jose!"
I answered back that it wasn't my fault that he was so damn cute and we both
had a good laugh.
Seriously, I would have done anything he wanted. He was my first real crush af
ter Tommy.
I still saw Ron sometimes on weekends. He had broken up with his bf and was
living at home again. When Ron turned 16 he got his first car. It was a very
cool old Buick which he called The Queen Mary because it was huge. Ron found out
about another gay pickup spot nearby where guys would park on an overlook and
have car sex. Ron also discovered that late on Friday & Saturday nights.
College boys who hadn't got laid would go out there to get off. It was safer than
the park, because it wasn't in town, so the cops didn't care.
Now I could have sex whenever I wanted. I would just tell my parents I was
doing a sleepover at Ron's which would eventually be true. Ron's parents
basically let him do what he wanted and after we played, we would return to his home
and sleep together.
When we were at the sex place guys would come by and ask to sit in Ron's car
and I would give them head. A few even returned the favor, other times, guys
would want me to fuck them and I would stand them up against a tree and do them
right then and there. My record for one night was 5 guys between 18 and 22
yrs old in one night. 4, I gave head to, 2 gave me head back, and one very cute
boy had me fuck him while he held on to his spoiler and jacked himself.After I
came, I sucked him off and he even kissed me before he left.
Sometimes, older guys would rent a motel room and Ron and I would do 3 ways
with them. A lot of the guys had been drinking. Although I wanted to get
fucked, I never let strangers fuck me. It was two hard to control what might happen
with people drinking while in and out of cars. I never drank when we were at
the pickup spot.
One day Ron called and told me about a party an older guy was throwing. He
had been invited and he was told he could bring me. I was a bit apprehensive at
first. The guy who was throwing the party was named Will, he was a 28 year old
farmer and real handsome. The party was held in an old barn. When Ron and I
got inside, I was blown away; there were guys my age, as well as younger and
older. Music was playing and guys were actually dancing together. I was asked to
dance by several guys. The slow dances were great. It was so sexy to be
dancing against someone my own age, kissing and rubbing cocks.
Someone brought me a beer. I figured it was cool, Ron and I were told we
could share a spare bedroom for the night. I kept dancing and guys kept bringing
me beers. I was having the best time ever. I finally wound up in the hot tub
with a bunch of guys messing around and don't remember much else.
The next morning I woke up naked, in a strange bed with a headache. I got up
to find the bathroom and found Ron and our host Will drinking coffee in the
kitchen. Will got me a robe, led me to the bathroom and showed me where the
aspirin was.
When I got out, they invited me to have coffee with them. At that point, I
noticed that Ron had a back eye. Apparently things had gotten a bit out of hand
last night. Ron and Will looked very serious. Ron told me he had gone looking
for me and found me passed out on a hay bale with some guy fucking me. When
Ron told him to get the hell off of me; a fight ensued and he got hit. Worst of
all, the guy said he wasn't the first and he wasn't wearing a condom.
I ran into the bathroom and checked myself out. There was cum in my butt. All
I could think was OMG, I'm gonna get AIDS! What the hell was I going to tell
my parents?
Will said I didn't have to tell them, I could go to the Health Department and
get a free test and they wouldn't even ask my name. I was still sweating
bullets.
On Monday after school, Ron took me to get tested. It took two weeks to get
the results and I was negative. The problem was; they told me I had to come
back in 6 months and be tested again because it could take that long for AIDS to
develop. For 6 months, I was a serious mess. I'm not going to hold you in
suspense; after 6 months, I got tested again and was negative, thank God!
The only person I told was Jon. He could tell something was wrong with me and
was worried. Jon went with me and Ron on the day I got my final negative
results. We had a big 3 way hug.
Later Ron complimented me on my choice of friends. He thought Jon was the
nicest boy he had ever met and cute too.
After that, I stopped going to the gay pickup place and I didn't drink
anymore. It just wasn't worth it. All I could think about during that waiting period
was what will it do to my parents if I have AIDS?
I did well in high, graduated, got my varsity letter in swimming, and was
accepted to 3 colleges; one local and two out of town. I decided to attend
college locally, as did my friend Jonny.
After High School
Jon joined the military, Ben got a job out of town, and Jonny and I still
hung out together. Jonny was doing well with the girls, so I didn't see him as
much as I would have liked to.
Ron and Will hooked up and became a couple.
I was now 6/4 and thanks to swimming had filled out quite nicely and my dick
had finally made it to 7 inches before it stopped growing. Other than a few
three ways with Ron and Will, I was basically celibate.
I knew there had to be something more to my life than what, I had, but didn't
know what it would be. I was waiting for something to happen.
Shortly after starting college, I saw this guy around my age walking on
campus. He was shorter than me, 5/11 with the most handsome face, beautiful blond
hair, blue eyes and perfect butt. He looked like a track star. He walked past
me like he didn't even know I was alive. I followed him, to see where he was
going, but lost him in the crowd in the Student Union.
A few weeks later, Ron and Will asked me out to dinner at a new restaurant in
town.
When our waiter arrived to take our order, it was the guy I saw on campus, my
track star. I just sat and stared at him, awestruck. He had to ask me for my
order twice.
Ron and Will could see something was going on and inquired if I knew the guy.
I told them about seeing him before and that he made my heart race. But I
then said, what's the point, he's probably strait? Ron just chuckled and told me
I still had shitty `Gaydar, "he's one of us." I'm arguing, how can you tell,
he's not the least bit fem? They just said he is and that is that. Once while
he was clearing the plates, his hand brushed against my wrist and it felt like
electricity. For a brief moment, our eyes locked and I felt all weird inside.
Ron gave me a piece of paper and a pen and I wrote my name and number and "
please call me" to fold up inside the tip. Then Ron made me add to the note "
Tall guy, blue shirt, and jeans" so he would know who left him the note.
I sweated for two days before he called. His name was James and he asked me
what I wanted? I asked him if he would please consider going out with me on a
dinner date and after a long pause, he agreed.
On our date, he told me he saw me on campus too, but thought I was a strait
guy because of my jeans, boots, t-shirt, and shaggy hair. But then he saw me in
the restaurant with two gay guys and wandered what was going on. I could not
take my eyes off him during dinner. I'm glad I didn't scare him off. He also
apologized for not calling me right away; he left my number in his locker at
work. He then told me he had made a special trip to get it, then looked at me
and smiled.
After dinner, we went to my place and must have talked for three hours. We
had so much in common, it was like we were `soul mates.' He also told me he had
grown up in a small town up north and had very little experience with guys.
The two he had been with were rude. One had got him drunk, gotten what he
wanted and left him alone in a motel room passed out. The other used him for sex
once and then talked about it to everyone who would listen. After that he just
kept to himself.
I told him, we didn't have to go to bed tonight. Someday, I would like it to
happen, but it would be his decision. Doing it too soon could mess things up.
He just told me he trusted me and could tell I would not hurt him. He liked me
the first time he really took time to notice me when he served me in the
restaurant. He kissed me and led me into my own bed, which we have now shared for
11 years.
I'm not going to talk about the sex we had that night, except it was the best
I had ever had. The next morning he commented
"My God, where did you learn to do that?"
I just answered "I had to do something while waiting for you. What took you
so long?"
PS He lets me call him Jimmy.
The End.
Authors note......This is a story based on things that really happened to me.
Like real life, some are good and some are bad. If you just wanted to read about
sex, you're reading the wrong story. I've had lots of sex in my life, but
sex does not define who I am.

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