I'm Frank, a fourteen-year-old gay guy who had to keep it to myself for years. I knew that I was turned on by naked guys since I was ten. I would get a stiffy in the showers at the YMCA after swimming. Fortunately, my cock was really small, so even a stiffy was difficult to notice. It was a particularly difficult time because I wasn't able to cum yet, so I couldn't relieve my horniness. I knew about jacking-off and would pull on my cock until it hurt.

It wasn't until I was twelve that I could finally cum, and it was wonderful. I would jack off as often as I got the chance – not so easy when you have brothers and sisters around all the time. I could usually count on privacy when in the bathroom, but I couldn't take too long because there seemed to nearly always be someone wanting to use it too.

At bed time was the best, and it helped me sleep after I would cum – so it was the one time I could count on. I viewed internet porn whenever I could, always careful to clear my browser history before signing off, so my nosey siblings wouldn't know what I'd been up to.

Looking at porn and jacking off were great, but I really longed to be with a guy, and I was afraid of approaching anyone at school, not wanting my secret to get out. Surely there must be other guys like me, but how to find them?

One day I happened to be looking out my window, which was on the second floor. It looked down into our next-door-neighbor's back yard. I was surprised to see Ted, a kid my age, walking around the back yard stark naked!

His entire back yard was surrounded by a wooden fence, solid all the way around except for a gate near the garage, and another one in the back. Beyond the back gate was a wooded area that connected to a large park. As kids, we loved playing in these woods that seemed to go on forever.

I watched as he walked around, kicking a ball around and doing other things that a guy might do, except he was naked. His white hairless ass was wonderfully round, and I wished I could touch it. He was often hard and his cock bobbed up and down as he walked. I wished I could hold his cock in my hand, and maybe more.

I thought about how I could connect with Ted and decided to just tell him that I liked how he looked naked. I hoped that he would receive it well and set the stage for more.

At school the next day I found a time with Ted alone and said quietly, "I like the way your body looks."

"How the hell do you know how my body looks?" he demanded, "We aren't even in the same gym class."

"I saw you walking naked in your back yard," I said, "I have a clear view from my bedroom window." That struck a nerve because he immediately blushed red.

"That's bullshit!" he said, "You're imagining things!"

Ted stormed off and I realized that all I had done was give him a pretty good clue that I was gay. To reveal that and not get anything for it was not what I had in mind.

That day I went to my window to watch for Ted. He was naked in the back yard almost every school day if the weather was good. Not today though. Now that I tipped him off I wouldn't even be able to watch him.

I continued to watch, hoping for the best, but all that happened was Ted went out to the back yard fully dressed. However as I watched I realized that something was happening. He walked directly to the back gate and went into the woods, closing the gate behind him.

I couldn't see what was happening, but my best guess was that he was undressing. In about a minute he went further into the woods, probably walking one of the many trails. I smiled, realizing that my confronting him had led him to go beyond the yard, and I immediately began to formulate a plan. In a few minutes I went out to my back yard and into the woods. I went to Ted's back gate and saw a plastic grocery bag on the ground. I picked it up and saw that it held Ted's clothes. This was even better than I had expected. I took the bag and hurried back home, hiding it between some bushes in my back yard.

Then I set out to find Ted. He couldn't deny it once I caught him in the act, and I hoped he would be more receptive then. I followed the path that Ted had taken, hurrying, but trying not to make noise that would alert him. I thought that if I was quiet enough I could just sneak up and suprise him, but it's difficult to move quickly through the woods without making noise. Stepping on leaves and twigs are sure give-away, so soon I gave up on surprising him. I forged on anyway and caught sight of his naked body ahead of me. Trying to go into stealth mode I tried to catch up, but in order to be quiet I had to go slower than he was, and he got further ahead. Finally I decided to just call out to him, which I did.

He surprised me by darting off the trail, apparently looking for some place to hide.

I hurried to where he was standing and looked around. I saw not sign of him, so I left the path in the same direction Ted had taken and found a dense thicket of bushes where he might be hiding.

"Come out Ted," I said, "I know you're in there," hoping to bluff him into revealing himself, but nothing happened, so I had to try something else.

"Your clothes aren't at the gate any more," I said.

"Where are they?" came Ted's voice – I finally got through to him.

"I have them at my place, but could be peruaded to give them back," I said.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want you to come out and let me see you," I said.

"That's all?" he responded.

"Well," I replied, "Maybe a little more, but nothing too extreme."

I waited for almost a minute and was about to tell him I was leaving when I heard a rustling and soon I was looking at Ted's naked body.

"Like I said," was my first comment, "You got a nice body – may I touch you?"

"I guess so," he said, "But nothing wierd"

I was pretty sure that what I had in mind would definitely be wierd to Ted, so I started out slowly.

I reached out and touched his chest, running my fingers over his pecks and down to his navel. I walked around behind him and ran my fingers down his back, then reached around to feel his chest.

I sure liked the look of Ted's round buns and moved my hands to his hips, and slowly slip behind. I gave his buns a good squeeze, which Ted took without protest. I cautiously placed a finger on his crack, expecting Ted to complain, but instead he moved his feet further apart, opening up his crack a bit. That sure seemed like an invitation – could it be that Ted would like anal? I sure wanted to find out, but more than that I was interested in his cock, so that's where I went next.

Moving to Ted's side, I held one finger part way between his cheeks and reached for his cock. He was completely hard, so he must have really liked his ass played with!

I squeezed his cock and stoked it a few times and Ted broke his silence, saying, "You gonna suck me or what?"

That stunned me – I was so lost in the moment that I completely overlooked the main event.

All this was completely new to me – I had never given a blowjob before, but I sure wanted to. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. It was amazing – I had waited much too long for this and knew I wanted more, but for now I wanted to make Ted cum. I hoped that Ted would be so aroused that he'd cum, even if I wasn't very skilled.

Now I felt Ted touch me for the first time. He put his hands on my head and held me as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I later learned that it was called "face fucking", but now it was just part of the blowjob. Ted began to breath harder as he pumped faster and then began to pump his load into my mouth.

He held my head while he finished pumping and then he let go and stepped back.

"Was that what you wanted, cocksucker?" he said.

That was extremely derogatory, but accurate. I am a cocksucker, and like it. I also liked the strong manly taste of the load he gave me. This was kind an awkward situation and I wasn't sure what to do next, but Ted took charge.

"Now take me to my clothes!" he demanded.

I got up and walked back to Ted's gate. He stood there while I retrieved his clothes. I watched as he got dressed. I wanted more of this and said, "Any time you want to do this again just let me know."

"Why the hell would I want that?" Ted replied, "You're lucky I don't want anyone to know I let a faggot touch me or the whole school would know about this – now leave me alone!"

I returned home, hurt and confused. It was a wonderful experience, but I sure didn't like how it turned out. I think I made an enemy of Ted and sure never intended that!

After that day, every time I jacked off I thought about Ted and sucking him. I watch Ted from a distance as he dated girls, imagining the girls enjoying the cock I wanted. After awhile I only thought about Ted when I jacked-off, and then only until I would cum.

About six months later on a Friday night Ted called me after dark and asked me to meet him at his back gate. I quickly agreed, and soon approached Ted.

"What's up?" I said.

"My cock," replied Ted, "You wanna suck it?"

I dropped to my knees and he unzipped. Soon his cock was in my mouth and he said, "Yeah, you know how to please a man – not like those selfish bitches!"

It seemed that things weren't going so well with his girlfriend – all the better for me." It only took a few minutes for him to reward me with the load I had longed for.

"Thanks," he said, "I really needed that."

"Any time," I replied.

"I'll be in touch," Ted answered, and we parted.

That night I had one of the best jack-off sessions in a long time – I hoped that things were really turning around with Ted.

The next morning Ted called me up and asked me to join him for lunch. I wondered if this was something like a date – if it was, that was really exciting. I quickly accepted, and met Ted out in front of his house ten minutes later. We walked to the local McDonalds and Ted paid for my meal – so far it was kind of like a date. We sat down and began to eat.

"Frank," Ted began, "I think I may have gotten off on the wrong foot with you. You did something really nice for me and I just called you a cocksucking faggot."

"Well," I replied, "That's actually true, but you were pretty nasty about it."

"Yes, I was," agreed Ted, "At the time I was mad about you taking my clothes and a little ashamed after I came."

"I guess I can understand that," I said, "So what's changed?"

"I've been dating girls, hoping to score," he explained, "But it’s a lot of work, and I had to put up with a lot of crap, and got little for all my trouble. You gave me what I wanted and all I had to do was let you do it."

"So what happens now?" I asked.

"If you are willing to forgive me, I'd like to try being with you – secretly, of course."

"You mean you want me to blow you more often?" I asked.

"That's part of it, but not all. I want to be naked with you, and for you to teach me other things that feel good," he continued.

"So you want me to pleasure you whenever you need it?" I asked.

"Well yes, but that's not all," he replied, "I'm not that selfish – I would take care of you too."

"Wait a minute," I said, "You mean you would blow me?"

"Crudely put," Ted agreed, "But true. This is a two-way street, but it has to be completely secret!"

"That's the way I'd want it," I concurred, "neither of us can afford for our secret to get out."

We were both in agreement, but I had know idea how this was going to work. As we walked back, Ted asked, "Do you have time to go into the woods for awhile?"

I quickly agree and we went right to the woods behind our houses. Once well into the woods, Ted turned to me and we faced each other. He leaned to me and placed his lips on mine. I had never kissed a guy before but I found that I liked it. This was nothing like kissing my mother. I had never dated a girl, but imagined that this would be like kissing a girl. Ted's had reached for my crotch and massaged me, bringing me to arousal.

"I want you to teach me to blow you," he said. I had never anticipated anything like this. Ted was on his knees, unzipping me. I took out my cock and soon he was sucking me. This was far more than I had ever expected. Soon I gave Ted my load, and thanked him.

He stood up and kissed me, so I tasted my own cum.

We agreed to get together regularly and explore each other's bodies. Returning home I realized that this WAS a real date – a secret one, but a date just the same.

  To be continued . . .

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