Date: Fri, 02 Feb 2007 13:37:19 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Life Just Isn't Fair - Chapter One - Gay Male Adult/Youth

Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing so please be gentle with
me.  This story is entirely fictional so no-one was hurt making it.  This
doesn't start out as a shag a minute story as character development has to
occur for you to feel something for Andy.

Feedback is more than welcome.  Please tell me what you think at
andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk.  I will respond to every email I receive, but
please enter 'Life Just Isn't Fair' or simply 'Life' somewhere in the
subject line so that I don't delete it thinking it's spam.  Flames will be
tolerated for now as I'm looking for all types of feedback.

Also, while I think I've done a pretty good job in spell checking and
editting myself, anyone who wants to take on the job and help advise would
be more than welcome.  Please email me at the above address.

DISCLAIMER.
1. If you are under the legal age to read this, you shouldn't do it.  But
I'm not your parents or guardian so I can't tell you what to do.
2. If reading this is illegal where you live, that just sucks big time.
Either move or vote for someone to change the laws.
3. If a story about an underage teenage boy getting involved in gay sex
possible with boys his own age, slightly older, or with men, makes you feel
uncomfortable with your own sexuality then what the hell are you doing
reading stories on a gay web site??  Leave you fool and go to
www.disneychannel.com where I'm sure you will find some cuddly fluffy
bunnies or something.





Life Just Isn't Fair
-------------------------


Prologue


Well, I guess I've totally screwed things up good and proper!!  13 years old
and chucked out of my home and disowned by my parents.  All because they
finally found out that I'm not going to be fathering any grandkids for them
as I'm gay and not the perfect little straight boy they wished for.

Let me tell you about how I got here before I go any further.  It will help
pass the time while I'm sitting here at the bus stop waiting for the number
32 to take me somewhere? .. anywhere!!



Chapter One
Finding Bobby


My name is Andrew, Andy to my friends, and Andrew Phillip Mitchell whenever
I'm in trouble, which is quite often.  As I've already said, I'm now a
teenager, having hit the magical one three a couple of months ago.  Mousey
brown hair that's normally not very neat (I can never get those bits that
stick up at the back to stay down without half a tub of gel!!), blue eyes,
5'3" slight frame.  I'm not stick thin, but I'll never win any wrestling
matches.  I have a decent tan thanks to spending a lot of time outside
messing around with my mates, playing football (with my feet and not my
hands for all our American readers), and generally causing havoc.

Oh yes, and I scope out ANY cute guy that I happen to set my eyes upon.  I
think I fall in love around fifty times a day.  Now don't get me wrong, I'm
not a sex-crazed maniac (yet!!), but I just can't help looking at lads who
look good.  A good body has to be in order, cute features, any hair, any
race, but I suppose for some reason what gets me the most is a really nice
attractive pair of eyes.  I can get totally lost gazing into a really nice
set of eyes.

Anyway, I guess I figured out that I liked guys more than I should about a
year ago when my mates at school started talking about this girl and that
girl and how they fancy them.  I played along pointing out girls to keep up
appearances, but secretly was looking at the lads.  Gym classes were
difficult as was football (I play for a local youth team) as we always had
to shower afterwards.  My god, seeing all those naked bodies, some cute,
others not so, taught me lessons in self control very quickly.  I always
tried to make sure I was showering next to a lad that held no interest for
me in an effort to keep myself from popping a hard on, which was happening
more and more often.

For my 12th birthday, my folks splashed out and got me a pc for my room ,
with internet access, so that I could improve my grades.  I was doing okay,
but I could do better (as my report cards always said).  Of course, my folks
not being technically minded at all left me to set it all up, and hence with
no parental controls, gay porn was soon being downloaded onto my hard drive.
  I was into chat rooms as well, getting advice from guys on better ways to
jerk off.  Carrots soon started mysteriously disappearing from my mom's
fridge, as was the baby oil from my little brother's room.

**** Family information ****
Typical average family of four, Dad, who is a manager of a famous brand
clothing shop, Mom, part-time bar-maid and housewife/mother, Me, pain in the
ass schoolkid, and Petey, fifteen month old 'accident' who is now the
'blue-eyed baby' and get all the attention. We live in a decent small town
called Newtown, three bedroomed house that costs too much to run
(apparantly), three schools, several parks and fuck all for a restless
teenager to do (apart from Sunday morning football).
******** finished with the family stuff **********

As I said, I was learning all the delights of self pleasuring from the
internet and chat rooms, when I got into a great private chat with
'bobby14fromNewtown'. I hadn't given out any of my personnel details so I
got chatting away and finally figured out that he was none other that Bobby
Gardiner, who was 2 years above me, cute as hell, total jock, but here he
was having gay cybersex with me.  I asked if he wanted to meet as I lived
'nearby' and just about creamed myself when he agreed.

Now I know all the crap, sorry, advice given out to us kids about not
meeting up with people we meet in chat rooms but I thought, what the hell!!
I'll leave a message in his locker and see if he responds to it.  So the
next day at school, I wrote the lyrics to the first verse of James Blunt's
'You're Beautiful' changing the she to a he obviously, and snook it into his
locker.

'Hey kid...what are you doing at my locker?' I heard a voice shout.  I
turned around and there was the latest object of my desire walking up to me.
'I...err... thought this was my friend's' I mumbled. 'Sorry..I'll go'.
Without looking at him any further, I put my head down and left, rather
rapidly, for my math class.

In class, my best friend Mike, noticed that something was on my mind and
wouldn't let it lie.
'Come on Andy, tell me what's up'

'It's nothing okay Mike, just leave it' I replied. 'I've got things going on
at home with the folks and I just need to think things through okay', using
my usual targets of blame, my folks, who I felt hadn't been treating me well
since the 'accident' arrived.

I made it through the rest of the day, and after the usual tea at home which
involved me sitting at the table on my own while my Dad played with Pete in
the lounge and my Mom was getting ready for work, I retreated to the
sanctuary of my room and logged onto the chat rooms.  I answered a few
personnel messages when BING!! 'bobby14fromNewtown wishes to chat'appeared.
I accepted straight away, already feeling my 3 1/2" flaccid cock begin to
stiffen.

BG:- 'Hey dude...loved the poem'
ME:- 'Thanks...I think that you're beautiful you know..and such a hunk'
BG:- 'So you definately go to my school then...I wanted to make sure in case
you were some perv or something'
ME:- 'Yeah..I'm really me, LOL, so are you naked?'
BG:- 'Sure..and hard...for you, how about you?'

I quickly shed my t-shirt and shorts

ME:- 'I am now...and hard for you. I'm stroking it now wishing it was yours'
BG:- 'Dude..me too..although I still don't know who you are...are you gonna
tell me or keep me in suspense?'
ME:- 'Well, I'll tell you as long as you don't run me off like you did
earlier'
(Now if that wasn't a big enough clue, I guess that he was all brawn and no
brain).

There was a few minutes break, where I assumed he was thinking, so I took
the time to fetch the baby oil and lube my now hard 5" cock and continue a
nice slow stroking rhythm.

BG:- 'You're the kid I saw at my locker this morning aren't you? You play
football for Newtown Boys Club....Andy isn't it?'
ME:- 'Damn...I'm rumbled!!!!  Yeah it's me...so are you okay with carrying
on?'
BG:- 'Hell yeah..you're cute..I've actually been watching you for a while.
You're a decent footballer, and of course the shorts show your legs off well
haha!'
ME:- 'So do you want to get together after school tomorrow?  I'm supposed to
be going training, but I can skip it, if you want me to?'
BG:- 'Yeah that would be great.  Meet me at my locker at lunch and I'll talk
to you then.  I've gotta go, my folks are home'
ME:- 'Okay...see you then LOVER'
BG:- 'Not yet I'm not but just wait till tomorrow...it will be something
like you've never experienced before'

'bobby14fromNewtown has left the chatroom' pinged at me, leaving me stroking
my cock, wondering what he meant by his last message.  Oh well, never mind
that, I'm gonna be meeting up with Bobby Gardiner and maybe getting it on!!!

My hand speeded up on my cock, pulling and pushing the foreskin over the
sensitive head.  I began to get the feeling I'd grown to love and my toes
started to curl under my feet.  My left hand cupped my balls and played with
them for a few moments before searcing past them and into the crack of my
ass.  My middle finger probed for and found my tight hole and played with
the outside of it.  Finally I pushed it into the warm hole and probed inside
looking for that magic spot that makes everything alright with the world.
My body tensed, I curved on my seat lifted my butt off the chair as the
first spurt of my cum shot out and onto my naked hairless chest.  I kept
jerking my cock as spurt after spurt of hot boy juice erupted from my cock.
I moaned as my orgasm subsided and I slumped back into my chair.

Looking around for something to clean up with, I found my t-shirt beside my
chair on the floor and, once the mopping was done, chucked it with the rest
of my dirty laundry at the bottom of my bed.  No need to worry about my Mom
finding cum-stained clothes as I do all my laundery, along with just about
everything else that I need.  I think I'm the only boy in my year at school
who knows how an iron works!!

I slipped my shorts back on and wondered downstairs to the kitchen.  I fixed
myself a glass of milk and walked into the lounge where my Dad was crashed
out on the sofa, with Petey playing with his toys on the floor.  I looked at
the clock and it was half ten.

'Hey squirt..time for bed'  I said to Petey.  He looked at me and said
something in his own language, but held out his arms for me to pick him up.
As much as I hate the attention that my folks lavish on him and ignore me, I
can't help but love him with his cute little grin and infectious giggles.

I carried him to the nursery and put him in his cot.  I covered him with his
blanket and made sure that Winnie Pooh Bear, MY Winnie the Pooh Bear by the
way!!, was tucked in beside him, and turned on the nightlight.

I crawled into my bed, thoroughly pleased with the events of today, and
looking forward to what was going to be, in my mind, the most important day
in my life since I'd been born.



Coming soon

Chapter Two
Getting together with Bobby