Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2007 05:55:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jamie Whatnot <jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rude-Awakenings 1

Rude Awakenings 1

(Gay/Youth)

By Jamie Whatnot

email: jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com


First the boring but necessary stuff... This is a series of stories that
involves gay sexual encounters -- sometimes non-consensual - between
youths, and between youths and older men. There are occasionally also
elements of incest. If this is not your thing, or if it is illegal to read
this where you are, then turn back now.  All constructive comments and/or
suggestions are welcome but please keep your bigotry to yourself - your
computer probably has an off-switch and nobody forced you to look at
nifty.org. Thank you.



WHERE to start? Well, my name's Mark and I'm 18. I've known I was gay from
a very early age. I remember watching an array of half-dressed boybands on
our living room TV back in the 90s when I was in my early teens and getting
a raging stiffy that I was desperate to hide from my parents and older
brothers.

I take after my dad height-wise - I'm 6'2" and I think still growing. I've
got my mum's reddish-blonde hair and green eyes and a fairly skinny
physique. I've tried to bulk up but nothing seems to work for me.

I was always pretty naive. Even at school, my only friends were pretty much
computer nerds and getting involved in activities like after-school circle
wanks were just never going to happen. I knew they went on, I just never
hung around with the guys who did it.

Anyway, at the age of 17 I was still technically a virgin. One night I was
helping my mate Josh lock up the youth club where we both did some
voluntary work on Thursday nights. While I was going around checking
windows and switching off lights, etc, Josh got one of those wide brooms
and was running it over the floor in the main room.

Josh was also 17, short, stocky and with typically dark, Italian good
looks. I'd seen him in the changing rooms at school - always in boxers,
though, never naked - and he seemed much hairier than me, with a fat
package stuffed into the cotton of his pants.

As I walked into the main hall of the youth club, Josh was just
disappearing into the office to return the broom.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling of paper and: "Oi Mark, come and have a look
at this!"  I walked into the office to find him looking at a magazine.

"It was stuffed behind the radiator," he chuckled. "It must be Alan's."

I looked over Josh's shoulder. The first sight I saw was a gaping and very
wet pussy."Nice." I said unconvincingly. To be honest, I found the whole
thing gross.

Josh was a little easier to please. "Fucking hell, look at that!" he
slavered, turning the page.

Something on the following pictures piqued my interest a little more. The
same nasty pussy, but this time there was a large, glistening cockhead in
the shot, all red and angry-looking. On the facing page, the owner of the
gash was fully visible, some tired-looking whore with straw for hair and
impossibly red lips. What was taking my breath away was the fact that those
lips were clamped around the shaft of the guy's thick cock. Her chin
glistened with his pre-cum and her nose nestled into his thick mat of
pubes. This was obviously not some faked picture - she really was giving
him a blow-job he was enjoying.

As Josh turned the pages slowly, I noticed that his right hand slid into
the pocket of his jeans. The model was licking away at the guy's cockhead
while he jerked it in one muscular fist.

"She's well rough but I still wouldn't say no to some of that," Josh
mumbled, now clearly stroking himself through the lining of his pocket.


I giggled nervously, feeling the tension in the cramped office rising at
the at the same time as my own hard-on, which was now rapidly filling my
boxers.

"I thought you were getting plenty from Charlotte Manning," I said. "That's
what everyone says, anyway."

Josh continued his rubbing, which was getting more urgent. "Nah," he said,
"I felt up her tits a few times and she touched me through my pants once
but that's as far as we've gone."

In the magazine, the couple had now been joined by another man, also naked
and aroused. She sat in front of them, with the ends of both hard cocks
stuffed in her mouth.

"Oh Jeez," Josh grunted. "Mate, sorry but I really need to go take care of
some business." He picked up the magazine and turned to leave. I panicked.

"If you're talking about having a wank...then me too," I blurted out. "We
could do it here if you like, Josh. Those bogs are just nasty."

Josh looked at me for a bit, uncertain if I was being serious or
not. "Really?" he said cautiously, "You'd be okay with that?"

My fear subsided as my raging horniness took over. "Yeah, we're both
guys. I've had a wank with my mates before," I lied.

Josh put the magazine back on the desk, went over and put a chair against
the door handle so we wouldn't be disturbed.

Back at the desk, the magazine was open to a double page spread that showed
the woman on all fours. The first guy knelt in front of her with his dick
rammed in her mouth. The second was behind her, with his cock either in her
pussy or up her arse - I couldn't really make out which.

I look over at Josh, who was looking intently at the image. He now had his
hand down the front of his jeans and was pawing away at a really impressive
bulge that snaked up his right thigh.

He stared up at me. "I can't believe I'm doing this with you, Mark," he
smiled.

"You first then," I said.

Josh flipped open the top of his jeans and pulled the zip down a
little. "Oh fuck it, he said," and next thing the jeans were around his
ankles. He was wearing light grey boxer-briefs, which had a large wet patch
on the front. His hard cock was tenting out the thin material obscenely and
I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Gonna join me, mate?" Josh asked, pulling the front of his boxers
down. His erection flew out and stuck up solidly against a jet black, but
neatly trimmed, bush.

By this time I was so far gone I really didn't have any option. The air was
thick with teenage hormones and the smell of cock and sweat. My jeans hit
the floor too and my cock strained to break free of my briefs. I have to
admit that they weren't even mine but my brother Craig's. I'd run out of
clean ones and his were the first that had come to hand that
morning. Craig's a couple of years older than me and much bigger
built. Naturally his pants were a little too big for me and my raging
hardon could clearly be seen as the waistband was forced out.

"Fucking hell, Mark!" Josh exclaimed as he spotted what was happening in my
pants, "That's nothing to be ashamed of!"

True. I might have been a bit of a beanpole but everything was in
proportion, if you know what I mean.

I smiled at my mate but said nothing as I pulled my briefs down to just
under my bum and my cock popped out, all sticky with pre-cum and raring to
go. I grabbed it in my right hand and started stroking, but it was fairly
obvious that I was getting off on the sight of Josh stroking his shaft
rather than the tatty porn mag.

So we stood there side by side in front of the desk, jeans around our
ankles, pants around our thighs, tugging on our own hard dicks as furiously
as we could, each pretending he wasn't looking at the other.

After a couple of minutes, Josh gasped: "You know what I'd really like?"

"No." (of course I did!) "What I'd really like, mate, is for you to do this
for me."

I feigned surprise. "Really? I'm not sure I could do that," I lied badly,
"I've never touched another guy's knob before."

"You said you'd wanked off with other people."

"Er... I have. But I've never touched one of them."

Josh sounded disappointed. "Please?"

"Well I suppose it would be okay, I mean it's not like we're really gay or
anything, is it?"

I could tell by his breathing that Josh was getting close. "Just a bit of
fun," he said.  With my left hand I grabbed him by the shoulder and swung
him around so he was facing me.

"Ready?" I asked, moving my left hand down to my own cock to keep up the
stimulus.

"Oh yes," said Josh and then he took my right hand and wrapped it around
his stiff dick. I started rubbing gently and he closed his eyes.

"Faster, mate. Hold it harder and do it fucking faster!" he begged.

I needed to get a closer look so I squatted down on my haunches and got a
better grip of the shaft. Now I may not have seen many other cocks in my
life but I knew this one was going to blow any minute. I'd always
fantasised about having a guy cum over my face and I thought if it happened
'by accident', what's the harm?

What I wasn't prepared for was Josh, carried away by the moment and
suddenly grabbing me by the hair and forcing my face down onto his meat. I
fell onto my knees and my cock slipped from my hand.

I'd tasted my own cum before, but I really wasn't prepared for where this
was going. As Josh's cock went further and further into my mouth, I started
to gag, but he wasn't going to be stopped and he shoved his groin forward
to meet my face, which he was now pulling roughly towards him with every
thrust.

Then without warning Josh gasped: "Eeuuugghmmmmmm!" and I could feel
hotness in my throat as his tight balls emptied their load into my
mouth. My first taste of someone else's cum revived my own cock, which had
started to wilt a little when things started getting rough.

As Josh's softening length waved in my face and the smell of it hit my
nose, I began wanking frantically and it wasn't long before I spurted a
string of gooey cum all over Josh's trainers.

Wiping away the trail of his cum from my face, I looked up at Josh and saw
him smiling down at me.

"Sorry about that," he said." I got a bit carried away."

I stood up and used the bottom of my t-shirt to clean off the end of my
cock. "It's ok," I laughed. "I went a bit mad myself."

Then, as I looked over Josh's shoulder, I suddenly thought I spotted a
movement at the office window. It was just a shadow in the corner of my
eye, but I was almost certain that someone had been standing there looking
in at us for a moment.

"Who the fuck's that?" I said, "Was someone just there?"

Josh spun around, but all we could see was the orange glow of street lights
through the blinds.

"Nah," Josh answered, pulling up his pants and jeans. "Nobody ever comes
around here at night. Except us!"

That wasn't the last time that Josh and I had sex that year before he
finally decided he was straight and got himself a steady girlfriend.

What neither of us realised at the time, of course, was what chain of
events our little encounter would set in motion.

To be continued...