This story contains explicit sexual content between a boy and a man.  If it
offends you, or is illegal where you live, stop here and go grab a Dr Suess
book.  If you liked it, respond to  dj1@icanect.com

Aaron was born in Pensylvania.  He didn't have the most healthy environment
for growing up in because his mother fell head over heels for a total
loser. After a couple of years of marriage, Aarons father went to jail for
being a psychotic idiot.  He didn't kill anyone or anything, he was just a
total scumbag loser.  He got caught stealing, and was charged with
aggrivated assault on a police officer.  He did drugs, drank and cheated on
his wife- Aarons mother.

As time went on, Aaron began getting into the same type of trouble his
father did when he was his age.  Skipping school, smoking cigarettes and
pot, he did a little drinking and stealing too.  Finally, when Aaron was
12, his mother was ordered to remove him from public school and place him
in a private school for "high energy" boys.  She couldn't afford it, and
since homeschool was her only other option, she decided to pack up and
split the scene.

She moved down to south Florida, on the beach and got a job as an executive
secretary.  She was good at her job, but wasn't making a whole lot of
money. She was introduced to church by a coworker, and was invited to visit
their church.  After having no place else to turn, she devoted herself to
the preaching and practice of church life.  She had a very good singing
voice and soon was asked to join the music team.  It wasn't long before she
was becomming content with her decision to relocate.

On the other hand, Aaron was still adjusting.  He didn't make the decision
to attend church with his mother right away.  In fact, it was another year
or so before he went to his first service.

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Gerald's parents separated when he was only 5.  After the separation, his
mother moved Gerald and his 3 year old sister to Virginia as a means of
escape.  She was not financially stable and had to go on welfare in order
to qualify for "project living".  Gerald grew up living off of whatever he
could do to entertain himself.  Things like hurling rocks into oncoming
traffic, playing hide and go seek in a nearby cornfield against the wishes
of the shotgun owning proprietor, and even breaking into his first house
when he was 7; these were the things that began to shape his young life.

His father had taken to being a truck driver after the separation.  Gerald
can remember a couple occasions when his dad would come to visit in his
18-wheeler.  His sister was still to young to remember those visits.  His
dad would make the turn onto the street where Gerald lived and begin
blowing the air horns, announcing his arrival.  All the kids in the
neighborhood would come running out to see the big truck.  Then after a few
hours of visiting, he was gone.  (I used to wonder why he never stayed very
long, but that's just kinda the way it was.  But after all these years, I
now believe he didn't stay long because he couldn't get along with my
mother).

Mother met a guy named Ron.  Ron's parents were pretty well off, but Ron
was so stubborn that he wouldn't except any help from them.  Instead, he
forced them to live in the projects, live off of welfare, and give Gerald's
mother another baby- Christopher (I think I was 6 at the time, and my
sister was 4).  Ron was a somewhat violent man.  Belt and "switch"
whippings were a common thing. My first and only christmas there was a
tolerable one.  We went over Ron's parents for dinner, and they gave my
sister and I (from what I remember) nice gifts.

My best friend lived next door.  His name was David, and he had an autistic
brother named J.D.  My mother was always at his mother's house playing some
card game.  Us kids would be outside getting into as much trouble as
possible.  ((I can write another several pages of our escapades and sexual
exploration, but this story is about me and Aaron, not me and David)).

A day or two before my 8th birthday, my dad came to visit again, only this
time he wasn't driving his 18-wheeler.  He was in a green station wagon.
It turns out that my mother had had enough of my breaking into neighbor's
houses, stealing from the corner store, doing bad in school and eating
everything I could find.  She decided that she'd put me in a boys home.
Well, my grandmother found this out and told my dad what her plans were.
He immediately flew to Virginia, bought a beat up station wagon, and drove
me, and my sister down to florida.

To shorten this a bit, I'll tell you that he had been dating a lady who
eventually became my stepmom, and still is to this day.  They also got a
divorce, but got remarried after a few months.  Right after their divorce,
(we were living in Jacksonville at the time), my father moved to south
miami and moved us in with my grandparents.  We lived in a very nice
trailer park, and I made friends in no time.  It was about 6 monthes after
we settled in that I had my first experience with a "man".  He was about 20
years old (a guess), and while my friends were in his yard playing, he'd
invite me into his room to hang out.  I can vividly remember him asking me
if I wanted to touch his dick, and that he'd pay me $5 to do it.  I think
the shock of it all keeps me from remembering most of what happened, but
I've come to grips with the fact that he was, and had been, molesting me
for several months.  I was so young at the time that it just "felt nice".

The year is now 1997.  My mother and I have no contact at all.  My dad and
stepmom (who I call "mom") are happily married and during all this time,
had another child, my other sister.  All the experiences I had as a boy
caused me to grow up, and deal with being bisexual, as well as being a
boylover.  I went through some very rough times in high school keeping my
secrete hidden from my friends.

In or around 1987, I finally decided to visit church.  My parents saw this
as a good move and began treating me differently.  Because I like the new
way I was being treated, I began using the "church thing" as a costume.  I
publicly said the sinner's prayer to help my fascade, and pretended to seem
interested in the church thing.  Several years passed, and I am now 28
years old.  I've been in and out of different churches, and finally settled
on one.  Ironically enough, it is a charismatic church.

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I was sitting in the foyer area one sunday, when in strolled a 5'6", 125
pound adonis.  He had short blond hair, the bluest eyes I've ever seen, and
wore "baggie" clothes.  After a straight 5 or so minutes of starring, I
realized I could be caught by another adult, so I stopped.  This boy walked
over and started talking to Jamie, a 14 year old girls I made friends with.
(Jamie and I were really close friends).  It turns out that Jamie and this
kid went to the same school, and started going out the previous week.  I
heard her call his name outloud, "Aaron, stop".  Of course you know I had
to go and see what was going on.  I went and stood next to Jamie and got
nosey. From what I gathered, Jamie and Aaron had gotten into a fight and
split up. Aaron ran outside to get away from "the bitch".  I saw this as a
perfect opportunity to meet the "adonis".  We talked for a few minutes, and
I considered that a healthy introduction.

As the next couple of weeks progressed, Aaron and I became better friends.
He found out I had a computer and hinted that he'd like to check it out.  I
offered to take him to my place so he could fool around.  This went on for
several weeks.  Finally, he invited me over to his house to officially meet
his mom and have dinner.  I accepted and it went pretty well.  After
dinner, Aaron asked his mom if we could go out walking for a while.  She
said yes, and out the door we went.  His real intention was to take me to
the roof of his condo and show me his "thinking spot".  It was 17 stories
up, and dont forget it was right on the beach.  An awsome view it was.
Aaron's head was always in the clouds.  His imagination ran rampid in his
head, a result of growing up an only child.  From the time I saw him, I
couldn't stop starring every chance I got.  I know for fact that he caught
me a couple of times, but never mentioned it.
     After a couple of weeks passed, he noticed I was looking more and more
depressed.  He would constantly ask me, "What's wrong?"  I would just
always respond with the usual, "I'm just tired I guess."  Finally, after
hearing that so much, he insisted I was hiding something and wanted to know
what it was.
     "Gerald, I know something is bothering you, what is it?  Is it me?
You can tell me anything." he pleaded.
     "Aaron, you cant imagin." I simply said.  "You'd never guess."
     "Are you gay?" he asked innocently.  I was shocked, but couldn't
answer immediately.
     "Well, kinda....I'm bi.  But it's worse than that." I said.
     "You like boys, right?" he asked, again as innocent as a boy can be.
     "Am I THAT obvious?" I asked.
     "I'm pretty smart for my age, and when someone says- You'll never
guess- its usually the "gay thing".  Then on top of that, I caught you
starring at me alot...too much.  I just put two and two together."
     "Oh man, do you hate me?"  I was sure this was the last time I'd get
to talk to him for sure.
     "Of course not.  I knew this a few weeks ago.  If I cared I would have
stopped hanging out with you along time ago.  I told you it doesnt matter."
he ended.

Aaron and I got closer and closer.  From that point on, I had a little hope
that maybe I would get the chance to "play around" with him.  We were
swimming in his pool very late one night.  Aaron is the kind of kid that
wouldn't waste time going upstairs to change, he'd just dive in the pool
wearing his long pants.  After a swim, and some horseplay, he got out and
went into the shower room.  I saw this as a perfect opportunity to see if
he was ready.
   I followed him into the empty building.  It was a bathroom, and a shower
room.  One side had a small shower stall, the other side was a sauna room,
and the middle had toilet stalls.  Aaron had already gotten the shower
running by the time I came in and was rinsing off.  The stall was just big
enough for two people, so I stood next to him and did the same thing.  Once
again I found myself starring at him.  He looked up and caught me.  Only
this time he gave half a smile.  I wasn't sure of how to interpret that
smile, but figured he was trying to say something.  I looked him up and
down.  I could see about three inches of his waistband because his pants
were so baggy.
   I took a very deep breath, hoping to exhale the butterflies I had in my
stomach.  Then I decided it was time, for better or for worse, to go for
it. I knelt down in front of him, like I was rolling the cuff in my pants
down. I picked my head up and looked at his face to see his reaction.  He
was starring me dead in the eyes.  I saw this as a sign that it was okay.
Then I lowered my gaze to his crotch and saw a tent in his pants.  I was
right, it was time.  He took a half step forward and put his crotch only
inches from my nose.  I looked back up into his eyes, and at the same time
started pulling his jeans down.  They were so baggy that they slid right
off.  I almost fainted when I saw his white underwear and the boner inside.
I never thought I'd ever get to experience this.  (in fact, this is getting
harder and harder to continue, I've jerked off twice already)
  I ran the outside of my finger up and down the wet cotton of his fruit of
the looms, and watched as his 14 year old dick grew.  He didn't have any
visable hair growth yet, so he was still as smooth as silk.  I realized I
could have just sat and starred at his crotch all night, but I wanted to go
farther before he changed his mind.  I placed my fingers in his waistband
and with one quick jerk, pulled them down.  They stopped at his thighs, and
he moved his legs up and down to get them the rest of the way off.  I guess
I lost track of time, because all of the sudden I heard, "Suck it".  I
opened my mouth and slowely moved closer to his 5 inch boydick.  He was
leaking a little bit of precum, which was a good sign that he was gonna
explode some real punk spunk in my mouth.  I was guessing that this was his
first blowjob, so I knew he wouldn't last very long.  I placed my upper lip
on the tip of his dick and licked the shaft with my tongue.  I felt his
knees almost give out, so I naturally placed my hands on his boy butt
cheeks.  They were the smoothest part of his whole body.  He couldn't wait
any longer, so he put his hands on the back of my head and rammed his
boycock down my throat.  The minute my mouth closed on his erection, he
shot a nice thick load of boycum in my mouth.  I didn't realize he was that
close.  He continued shooting 2, 3 and 4 loads.  I used some of it to slick
up his dick, then I started furiously diving up and down on him before he
got soft.  I made sure I went so far that I swallowed his balls and dick
both.  He was the most awesome experience I ever had.

Neither of us said much, except that he told me that was the most cum he
ever shot.  On the way back up to his apartment, he asked me, "How old were
you when you realized you were gonna be bi?"

<<That's it.  I'm not sure if I'll publish anymore.  I write in spurts, so
dont be suprised if this story is an only child>>