If you're even here, you know what you're getting into. This story is 100% fictional. If for some reason you are uncomfortable with gay sex, yet somehow ended up here, turn away now. I warned you.
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Chapter 1: The Day that I Knew
I'm Andrew Ross. I go to high school in Arizona, and I had my first sexual experience during my sophomore year. Up until that day I had always thought that I was normal. It seems strange to think of myself in that way, but even with all those people who fight for gay rights and equality, I still feel like I'll never be `as normal' as everybody else. Anyway, I was 15 at the time. I'm 17 now. It was a Friday and everybody was ready to go home after our seventh period PE class. Our teacher asked me and another boy, Jason Leclair, to help clean up after class. Jason's really hot, but I never had acknowledged him as attractive in a sexual way before. Remember, at the time I thought that I was straight. After I had finished changing, on my way out the door I caught a glimpse of God himself. Normally I wouldn't have looked for so long, but it was hard not to when we were the only ones there. Jason was standing there, sweaty and shirtless, opening up his bag to put his clothes in to take home and wash. My eyes averted to his armpits as he raised his arm to reach into his locker. The black, bushy, sweaty heaven had me hypnotized for a short while. My eyes traveled all the way down to his stomach. I admired his abs and followed the treasure trail that went down into his basketball shorts. I longed to see what was hidden. But I had watched for too long; Jason's brown eyes moved up to look into mine.
"What the fuck are you doing," he said. I tried to mutter an answer.
"Uh... I'm sorry. I just wanted to ask you if..."
"Are you gay?" The words that came out of his mouth left me speechless. Was I gay? I noticed other men as attractive but I had never thought about it before. "It's okay. I won't tell anybody if you just do me a favor... I just broke up with my girlfriend a while ago and I haven't gotten a good blowjob in a long while."
Jason dropped his basketball shorts and treated me to an extraordinary sight. His cock was at least 5 inches long, and it was still soft. I had never measured mine, but it was easily dwarfed by the beast in front of me.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Get on your knees." Jason's voice had instantly turned authoritative and commanding. I knelt down and looked up at Jason. He didn't have to say a word. I knew what he was thinking. I grabbed his dick and felt it harden in my mouth. I didn't know what to do so I just stroked his balls while I sucked. He grabbed my head and moaned a little with every thrust. After a while, things got more intense, and he was going to come. He came in my mouth and I wasn't sure what to do with it so I looked up.
"Swallow it, faggot!" he ordered. That was enough for me. It honestly didn't taste as bad as I would have expected if I had woken up that morning knowing I'd be drinking another man's seed later in the day. It tasted strange. It tasted good. I looked up again at his face. He was panting, and he rested for a moment. "I'm glad you're a fag, Andrew. Girls don't like to give blowjobs or do anal, but you're gonna have to do. You have to do it, because you don't have a choice." He put on his clothes, and walked out without another word.
The next day I got a text. Jason had just gotten home from basketball practice and he told me to come over immediately.
Jason answered the door wearing only sweat pants and flip flops. I could see sweat on his chest as if he had not showered. He turned around and I followed him upstairs in silence. We walked into his room and he shut the door. Dirty clothes and towels were strewn over the floor, and the room smelled like a mixture of Axe and sweat.
"Take off your clothes." I took off my shirt and shorts and hesitated for a moment in my briefs. When I took them off Jason snickered. "I knew your fag dick was small but I didn't think it was that pathetic! And it's already hard!" He took off his sweat pants and we both stood there naked. If Jason was a man, then I was a small boy. I never thought of my dick as small, but it was only four inches hard. I shuddered at what Jason would say if he saw my penis soft. But the contrast didn't end there. Jason was tall and muscular, and had big, bushy armpit and pubic hair. I could even see the beginning of a beard growing that had not been there the day before. Jason was the perfect example of a man, and I was just a fag boy.
"Come here and beg for it." Jason said calmly. I got on my knees in front of him and started to grab his cock when he grabbed my hand. "I said beg for it!" His penis was still completely soft, and at least an inch larger than my completely hard one.
"Let me suck your cock, sir." I begged.
"Don't disappoint me, boy." I grabbed his dick and started sucking. I instantly started to feel his cock harden in my throat. Jason moaned and grabbed the back of my head. He jammed his dick all the way in and held me there for a few seconds, his cock encased by my throat. It was at least eight inches long. He suddenly released me and I fell to the floor. "Get up, bitch!" I rose to my feet as he grabbed me and threw me on his bed. I could see him crawl on top of me in the mirror in front of me.
"Are you ready, boy? I haven't gotten some good pussy in a long time... Just try to be quiet... My dad thinks that I'm fucking a girl up here." I didn't know if I was ready or not. I wanted Jason's manhood inside me, but I didn't know how much pain to expect. It couldn't be that bad, could it?
I let out the loudest scream I've ever screamed as he impaled me with his meat in one thrust.
"Good god, shut the fuck up!" The pain wasn't as bad now that he was completely inside, but it still hurt. Jason reached down and grabbed a rag off the ground without ever removing himself from me. He stuck it in my mouth and I could taste the sweat that had seeped into it.
"It'll be okay... You know you like it... You know you need it..." He was whispering in my ear now as he started fucking me again. My screams were still audible, but muffled by the rag. Jason didn't seem to care. "Ohhhhh Yeahhhh! Fag pussy is the best!" Jason moaned as he prepared to cum. He quickly flipped me over, removed my gag, and then replaced it with another. Jason's hot seed squirted directly down my throat. He sighed and laid back on the bed. I thought about what I had just done. I had been plowed by another man in my mouth and ass, and for some reason I was okay with it. I looked over at Jason as he was panting next to me. His penis had shrunken back to its five inch flaccid state, but Jason was still as handsome, and masculine, and beautiful as ever. And that was the day that I knew I was a fag.
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