Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2012 11:42:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Frank NIaw <lannyr99@yahoo.com>
Subject: story submission

Accepting Who I Am Lannyr99@yahoo.com This is a true story of how I began
to accept that I am gay.  I fought this knowledge for years insisting that
I was "just bisexual."  When my godfather seduced me in his pool, I became
his hot, horny, boy lover.  It was the week I began the transition from
bisexual to gay.  I knew that this man loved me as much as I loved him and
wanted the best for me.  Let me start at the beginning.  I was only 10
years old when my friend of the same age, told me, "If you suck mine, I'll
suck yours."  I went to my knees immediately where I close my lips around
his short but hard penis.  Unfamiliar with what I needed to do, I did what
came naturally by closing my lips around his head, and began to suck, to
nurse at his boy teat.  It was almost as exciting as actually climax.  To
my utter surprise, I found the feeling of stiff, warm penis in my mouth
exciting; enthralling.  A desire I'd never experienced before.  But more.

The odor of his body and the flavor or his prick made it even more
exciting.  Plus the knowledge what I was doing something "I wasn't supposed
to do," made my first blow job even more arousing.  Time vanished for me as
I suckled him. To shorten things up a bit, he sucked me, then we repeated
doing each other for a long time. At age 10, we experienced dry climax, a
feeling we wanted to do again and again. A few other boys and I played a
bit, always winding up with a cock in my mouth.  I found I enjoyed giving a
blow job more than getting one.  As usually happened, though, I got one
too. Move ahead from age 10 to age 17.  It's a hot Saturday afternoon, our
baseball team has won so we are delirious with delight.  Greg, my
godfather, had promised a trip to the pizza parlor but wanted to stop at
his home for cooling down in the pool.  Arriving there he parked in the
garage, we entered his home where I had spent many happy hours growing up.
His gorgeous wife and two daughters were visiting her sister about an hour
away.  She would always call before leaving; they both did that for safety,
so he'd know when she was on her way home.  Inside we pulled off our sweaty
t-shirts and he fetched us each a beer.  My folks had no problem with me
having a beer now and again, but not steady drinking.  So as we stood
together facing the pool in the warm afternoon, and reliving parts of the
game getting us both excited all over again.  He pulled on his beer, tiling
his head back to swallow down the last mouthful of beer.  Dropping his
hand, he let out a satisfied sigh, looked at me and said, "Let's take a
swim."  I'd been at his home many times and when we were alone, he'd
convinced me that swimming naked is far better than wearing a restricting
cloth thing.  We stripped with a constant stream of joking.  He beat me to
stripping faster than I so I was still pulling off my sweat-sticky briefs
while he stood there, two feet away looking at me.  As I straightened up he
seemed to be more serious than usual.  For a long moment he looked me over.
"What is it?" I asked beginning to feel a bit embarrassed under his
scrutiny.  Grinning to break the tension that was building, he said,
"You're becoming a real man." Blushing at his comment, I said nothing.
Then he pulled open the sliding glass door, slapped me on my ass, and said,
"Let's hit the water."  We rushed out to jump into the pool causing great
waves of water from our cannon ball landings.  The mild shock of hitting
water so much cooler than the air, felt wonderful.  The hot and sticky
feelings vanished, replaced by a refreshing wetness.  So good.  As we began
to play around in the pool, each trying to dunk the other into the water,
his hands were all over me.  I passed that off to 'just imagination' and
retaliated in kind.  As my arms closed around him, he tried to wrench
himself free.  In my attempts to hold him my hands moved over his cock.  It
was hard.  In a flash that tension I'd felt when I looked up to see him
gazing at me with a semi-serious expression, returned.  That tension, along
with the relaxation the beer provided, and my own realization that his
hands accidental touching of me were not so accidental after all, and I
realized to my consternation, that my own cock was rising.  We had stopped
our horse play and stood in water a little deeper than to my waist.  "How
could this be happening," I wondered anxiously.  The clear water concealed
nothing.  Since I could plainly see his own cock at a 45-degree angle
pointed up at me like an arrow ready to be launched.  I knew my own showed
just as clearly.  He stood there only a few feet away, looking at me, an
enigmatic smile creasing his face, and said, "I was wrong.  You are already
a real man."  Stepping closer and before I could move, he grabbed my
erection.  Then used it to pull me over to the side of the pool.  Turning
180 degrees, he put his hands on the edge of the pool, and launched himself
upward to land his ass on the concrete with a wet plop. Spreading his
thighs, he looked at me with a gaze that would not tolerate any objection
and said quietly, "You know what to do."  His eyes boring into mine, I felt
helpless but to do his bidding.  Taking the two steps forward I put my
hands on his well-formed thighs to pull myself up to his erect and very
hard, slowly throbbing prick.  "Do it," he commanded.  The confusion I had
briefly felt in discovering my very own godfather is gay but now vanished.
Sticking my tongue out I began to lap at the steadily flowing precum.  In
that instant of contact, all my desires flooded in and I became a cock
sucker.  A talented and good fellator.  Without touching his cock with my
hands, I closed my lips about his head, and began to make love to it.
Licking the head, running my tongue up and down the length of his manhood.
My hands were busy anyway; cupping his massive balls.  Rolling them around
in my massaging fingers and palms.  Lost as I was in nursing on his
six-inch beauty, I do recall his groans and moans of satisfaction.  At one
point he caressed my head, looked down at me as my eyes met his and said,
"I always knew you'd be good at this." My chest filled with pride, at his
praise.  I already knew I was a good cock sucker, having years of practice
on my younger friends.  To hear my godfather utter those words told me that
I was pleasing him.  I was then and still am a pleaser.  My partner's
pleasure comes before mine.  This was opening a new book.  Learning to
channel my submissive desires into satisfying Greg's sensual and sexual
need.  After his semen exploded in my mouth, I made no effort to disconnect
from his delicious penis.  When his flow ended, he slid forward into the
water, pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply, tasting his cum.  After
our long embrace and French kiss, he took me by the hand, lead me to the
steps out of the pool and back into the house.  He said nothing but
continued to lead me into the family room, passed the small bathroom, and
turning down the hall to the guest bedroom.  The bed covers were already
pulled back, indicating that this was no surprise encounter.  He had
planned my seduction and intended to take it, and me, to the logical
conclusion.  "Lay down.  On your belly."  I did as he told me.  There was
no fear in my belly.  Apprehension at what I knew was going to happen.  But
I'd already done most gay sex with boys and so was prepared.  No.  Not only
prepared but anticipating what he was planning.  "Raise your hips," he said
and slid a pillow under my groin area.  Moving behind me, he pushed my
thighs further apart, then moved his hands to grip the globes of my bubble
butt and separated them.  His tongue began to run the length of my crevice
drawing gasps of delight.  My hips wiggled in appreciation and I pushed my
ass higher giving him even more depth.  His tongue lapped repeatedly over
my pink pucker of an ass hole.  As a boy lover, we never concentrated on
anal but now I regretted that omission.  God, but it felt wonderful!  His
tongue continued to lap then to probe.  He pushed two fingers into my anus,
spreading my anus then pushing his lingual more deeply inside.  I was
writhing at his artful demonstration of man love. Fingers came out of my
hole leaving his tongue to lap up and down my spread crevice.  One hand
slid between my thighs to find my oh-so-rigid cock.  I was so very horny.
Knowing this, I warned him I was very close to cumming.  Ignoring my words,
he massaged my prick slowly and luxuriously until I cried out, "I'm
cumming."  He stopped stroking using his four straight finger allowing my
cum to collect into his hand.  When I sighed in relief, allowing only the
the fast few tardy drops of semen to drip onto the pillow, he told me to
turn over.  As I did, I looked up at a very satisfied godfather.  He raised
his hand containing my cum, he began to lap it up until his palm was licked
clean.  Then he lay down next to me to pull me into his arms.  We lay
together, naked body pressed against naked bodies.  I felt safe in his arms
knowing that the evening was far from over.  Sleep would come much
later. His lips met mine.  Softly pressing against mine.  The feeling was
one of invitation and promise. "Your have such a marvelous body.  So much
to explore.  I'm going to teach you everything you will need to know to
satisfy a man." Gazing at his amazing blue eyes, I smiled shyly.  "You mean
other men?  Other men than you?"  He nodded, I felt his hair brush against
my forehead.  "Yes.  You have a beautiful body.  Men will seek you out.
You'll be propositioned over and over.  You are gay through and through." I
began my usual protestations about being bisexual but he put his finger
over my lips and said.  "You can continue to fool yourself but you
demonstrated every inch of your gay personality.  You will love men." "But
I like girls!" I protested. "Sure.  So do I.  I love Erika, his wife, and
my girls.  More than anything.  But my homosexuality did not blossom until
we'd been married for 10 years.  I would never cause her and my kids pain
by leaving them to partner with a man."  He paused in his dialogue for a
moment.  Then went on.  "You have your entire life ahead of you.  At this
juncture you will continue to lust after girls.  Wanting to see them naked
and fantasize about how you'd like to fuck them.  This will end.  But
slowly.  Years from now you'll continue to want to see them naked but your
heart and your cock will belong to some very special men." I said nothing.
Simply absorbing what he'd said.  OK.

Maybe he'd be right but for now I still wanted to kiss girls and fuck them.
All this, I thought, is just a short stop which may or may not happened
again. I guess I drifted, perhaps slept a bit but awoke with Greg's hand
gently massaged my still penis.  "Roll onto your side."  I did then he
arranged himself to a 69 position and began to slowly aroused me further by
masterfully licked, kissed and sucked it to steely hardness.  I was busy
doing my own well-honed skills to suckle him.  As I approached ejaculation,
he suddenly stopped to watch my hungry mouth feast on his hard, thick cock.
"You look so good with my dick in your mouth, my young cock sucker."  He
laughed and allowed me to suckle him further.  He suddenly pulled his
erection from my surprised mouth. "It's time," he said.  Moving onto his
knees he instructed me to resume my position on the pillow.  "I'm gonna
fuck your tight bottom.  I'm gonna breed you with my seed."  Slapping my
cheek he leaned over to the table next to the bed to take a plastic bottle.
Taking my hand, he poured some into it.  "Coat my cock," he said so
casually we might have been discussing the weather.  AS I stoked his
magnificent penis with the slippery stuff, I wished I could nurse on it
more.  As though he had read my mind, he said, "You'll get to do that after
we finish your further training."  All so calm.  All so like a
teacher. Moving behind me, he spread my cheeks with one hand as he pushed
first one finger past my sphincter into my love tunnel.  Then a second
finger with steady pressing and probing.  I was groaning, complaining about
the pressure.  He calmly insisted that I should just be quiet and
appreciate the time he was taking to ready my boy pussy for his grand
entrance. "Boy pussy?  Is that what I am to you, Greg?" I asked. He stopped
probing and whispered to me, "I think you are a hot young stud whom I love
very much.  But this is as they say, for your own good."  He was quiet for
a moment, then pushed in a third finger causing my to jerk in discomfort.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked actually wanting to know that it had
not been painful.  I grunted.  Nearly incapable of speech.  The feeling
which had caused a jolt of pain through me now felt, not so bad.  As he
worked his fingers deeper into me until they'd go no deeper, an amazing
feeling of fullness and pleasure spread though my rectum.  "No, not hurt.
Feels real good." I told him "that's your prostate.  That sweet little good
spot is what pumps your semen and sperm when you cum.  Each time I brush
past it, you'll feel real good." "Mmmm," I sighed as his warm fucking
fingers were washing over me.  I could do nthing more than lay here while
he got me off without ever touching my dick. He retracted his fingers from
my hole leaving a sense of emptiness.  I could feel him moving behind me.
I felt his fingers spread my checks.  I felt the press of his cock head
against my pink pucker.  I felt him pushing.  My gate was not going to give
way easily.  I heard him laugh lightly.  "Your bottom is showing that it's
not going to let me in so easily.  So get ready for a struggle." He pressed
even harder; my sphincter was being overcome.  Further, more
stretching. Harder!  Just as I thought the discomfort could not get worse,
it did.  A lot worse!  I cried out, "Stop.  You're hurting me."  But he
ignored me pressing even harder.  I began to sob, in spite of his soft
words of encouragement.  "I'm sorry I'm hurting you, honey.  It'll be over
soon.  Just hold on a bit more." Then he was in!  He stopped pushing
allowing all the distortion he'd caused to ease, accepting this new size.
A wave of relief washed over me.  "Thank god," I sighed.  "How do you feel,
baby?" he asked in a voice of genuine concern.  "OK.  Now.  Not so bad
even."  "I'm going deeper, just relax." Bracing for more pain, I was
thrilled that the initial insertion was what caused the pain.  Now that I
was opened, what I would feel would be far better.  As he gently pushed in,
the sense of fullness I had experienced with his fingers returned.  When
his prick reached it's full length, I was completely impaled upon my man's
hard on.  We were joined!  I sighed.  "Oh, Greg, you feel so good.  Fuck
me.  Please."  And he did.  Slowly at first allowing me to get used to his
invasion then the added enjoyment of my impending climax.  I cried out,
"I'm cumming" and shot one of the largest loads I'd ever done.  "My god but
that was so good," I cried as Greg continued to pound his cock into my
bottom, marking it and me as his own.  I grew used to his body moving
forward and back over and over as he and I spoke in babbled words declaring
out own wonder and pleasure.  Finally he pushed forward trying to slam more
deeply into my butt.  I felt his cock pulse once, twice, and even a third
time.  Then he collapsed onto my back breathing heavily.  After a short
space for him to catch his breath, he said, "Your ass is a fantastic fuck.
So tight."  Then he added.  "You're mine now.  I'm your lover and you're my
special boy."  I was nodding my head even though I was not sure he could
tell.  His cock grew soft, as all cocks do and my sphincter had its revenge
by expelling it from my depth with a sodden plop against my balls. "Well,"
Greg said softly, "That's that.  You are well fucked and ready to try some
new experiences.  Then laughing as though at some private joke. "What new
experiences?" I asked wondering. "Let's leave things as they are for now.
You're ass is newly stretched so we'll keep it that way. With constant
practice."  He laughed again.  "Your next step is to fuck me.  How does
that sound?" I was caught unexpected with his announcement.  "Fuck you?
Really?" "Of course, you'll not want to be an open ass hole for some guy to
use and walk away.  No, you get to find out what makes fucking a man so
good.  I like fucking you more than I like doing Erika." "Really?" I said,
rolling over to look at him.  "You like putting your cock in my pooper more
than filling her, uhm.... her..."  I wanted to use a proper word. "Pussy,"
he said completing my sentence.  "You're tighter and enjoy what I'm doing
to you more than she does." I pondered this thought. "You see, over time,
she seemed to tend to find sex less and less interesting.  It seems that
once her years of having kids ends, her sex drive seems to decline.  It's
not that I love her less, but I let her decide when and for how long we'll
make love.  It's easier that way.  Easier than having an argument."  He
paused, grinned and added, "You are a far better cock sucker than she is."
"Oh," was all I could manage after grasping what he meant.  In my mind
girls tried to keep boys from fucking them until I learned that when on the
pill or some other form of birth control, they became just as horny as we
boys.  To learn that as they got older, they were not as horny as we guys
came as a surprise. "Hey, what say we get up, take a shower, do a few laps
in the pool and order out some Chinese?" Suddenly my thoughts of sex
vanished as my belly told me I had other urges as well.  "Yes!" I all but
yelled.  "I'm sooo hungry." The story ends here as Greg and I walk hand in
hand to the bathroom and a shower.  It would feel good to be clean again.
It would feel good to each one of my favorite foods.  It would also feel
good later when we returned to the guest bed and continue my gay education.
I had much to anticipate and enjoy a whole new world. If you liked this
story, you can let me know at Lannyr99@yahoo.com All rational emails will
be answered.