Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2012 19:36:39 -0700
From: rob loveboy <loveboyrob2@gmail.com>
Subject: Thinking-With-The-Wrong-Head (Gay/Adult-Youth)

*Authors note:* I love to write gay erotica, an amateur hobby at best,
nothing more, nothing less. My interest turned from fictional to
nonfictional stories, preferring to write of real life experiences of real
life people. I am blessed to have many gay friends and acquaintances who
have allowed me the audacity to relentlessly pry into their innermost
memories of first time, preferably unusual sexual experiences. It's the
unusual that I find perversely intriguing, delving into the most
detailed personal, emotional and physical detail, leaving no stone
unturned. I want to know their intimate thoughts at the time of their
adventure... or their misadventure; their fears and desires, regrets and
solaces. From young and old; straight, bi or gay, I have found most
interesting subjects that also found themselves at my merciless quest for
total truth and assured anonymity to reiterate a story worth telling.

Having said that, to write nonfictional accounts, one must also endeavour
to make it readable. Construct a beginning, a middle and an end, filling in
voids where needed  based on factual events. Careful not to embellish
truths, but simply expound on them as we can logically interpret them
when a person`s memory is vague of certain exact facts (or withheld).

Hopefully, this is just a short writing of a series of  other such
nonfiction stories still in progress that you will enjoy. Once again, it is
merely a hobby that I enjoy writing for the diverse readership of Nifty
Stories and kudos of course. to Nifty`s liberal support and freedom
of speech to do so. Where would we be without Nifty!  Don`t shoot the
messenger if you find some stories offensive, simply move on to whatever
turns your crank in the limitless genus of your choice! Feedback is always
appreciated, it`s what keeps me, and others motivated, without a doubt!


       *Other stories on Nifty*

-Incapacitated Jordies Handjob, Young Friends,
-Summer With Michael, Adult/Youth
-It Just Happened, Adult/Youth
-Jack and Jill Went Downhill, High School


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*Jeromy`s Story*
**
I always knew that I was different, that's an understatement because what
homosexual didn't? A little geeky, somewhat skinny, moderately shy and
extremely weird. I'm talking fucking freaky weird!  I mean what other
thirteen year old boy in his first year of high school could describe, in
detail, the genitals of any given one of the school's football or wrestling
jocks? I didn't even have to look at a face to know who was walking past me
in the locker room heading to, or from the showers!

What other normal boy would jerk off three or four times a day in fantasy
of giving each and every one of those jocks a blowjob, regardless of what
they looked like? It wasn't the wrapper, but the candy inside that appealed
to me!

What young male would struggle into painful contortions to lick his own
cock head, because sadly, that was as close as the sick boy could
manipulate his body in his insatiable craving to taste one, even if it was
his own! Would your average kid eat his own cum directly from the source in
the process? Nobody would, I thought,  just the supreme prince of weirdness!

I remember distinctly when my weird perversions began to unravel. It was my
very first  gym class and the mandatory communal shower. Thirty shy
naked boys my age, each scrambling to keep the uncomfortable experience to
a minimum and get the fuck out of 'Dodge' and dressed. Except for me, of
course, I was equally shy but I lingered about finding their
bodies strangely tantalizing and trying to hide my arousal.

I put my sudden inner turmoil of the possibility of being gay at ease,
justifying that I certainly didn't want to lip lock with another guy, and
the concept of anal sex absolutely disgusted me! Also, as far as my lack of
interest in girls went, It was only because they showed no interest in
me so I was merely distant of them. Therefore, I couldn't be gay, I simply
had a weird, freaky voyeuristic fetish towards seeing other boys bodies for
the first time which rapidly evolved into picturing them erect and from
there, the desire to suck their cocks!

Then by happenstance of being in the locker room after hours,  I discovered
the utopia of obsession. Older, seemingly uninhibited teens with much more
to offer my wanton eyes than the seriously modest, immature boys of my gym
class showers. I signed up for after school badminton lessons solely to
have a reason to be in the locker room in order to lust away in fantasy!

One would think that a lone, underwear clad under-jock badminton player
loitering in their macho midst would come under suspicion as he gawked day
to day, year after year, unaware that hidden from view was a carefully
arranged and tucked hard cock being masturbated by the slow gyration of his
inner thighs.

No, because they were preoccupied themselves. Preoccupied in naked horse
play or standing around in naked clusters chatting long after their sweaty
bodies had been showered and dried. It remains a phenomena to me to this
very day why those macho, pussy fucking jocks seemed to be rather content
being nude together and checking out each other's goods. Not as blatant as
I was, but nonetheless, when you make it your mission to observe and study
the objects of your desire you pick up on things. Quick, sly glances were a
common occurrence.

Strangely, so was the constant pulling on their dicks to ensure maximum
flaccid length was maintained. I witnessed a few lesser endowed teens
stimulate themselves to a semi erect state inside their underwear while
getting undressed and/or under the guise of drying themselves with a towel.
I named it all the 'primping peacock jock social club.'

There was the seemingly endless joking banter back and forth for one or the
other to bend over or suck cock. One glorious day, a wrestler strutted
around care free and fully erect. When teased by others he said his
girlfriend had cut him off and he had a bad case of blue balls, requesting
that if anyone was willing to help him out, he would be most appreciative.
Of course laughter ensued among the ranks but I came all over my leg at the
thought of that beautiful long, thick epitome of virile masculinity
blissfully gagging me! That memory was fuel for many of my pud pounding
sessions long thereafter.

Year after year jocks came and went but that bazaar behaviour never
changed. I am most positive that it wasn't restricted to just my school and
that to this very day, in any given high school, someone else with a keen
eye could identify and concur that the 'primping peacock jock'
syndrome exists. Perhaps it is some kind of primal male instinct in
displaying ones virility  among his peers for mating rights. Or just maybe
earlier sexologists were correct in their theory that all males have a
homosexual gene acquired through the female maternal
gestation influence, that on a sliding scale is prominent in some males and
suppressed by others, but a middle ground existed somewhere in between.

By the age of nineteen, I had yet to suck a single cock. The desire to do
so became unbearable and so had the desire to get my own cock sucked. One
night, at age eighteen, I drove downtown  to pickup a male prostitute off
the stroll I had heard about from a news report. I was scared shitless and
chickened out after a police car pulled me over. They asked knowing full
well why I was driving around the block so many times. I literally pissed
my pants on the spot. I got off lucky with a warning not to come back to
that area again. I never did.

That was followed by a trip to a bath house. I stood outside of it for a
good hour trying to build the courage to go inside. A group of four youths
gay bashed me and stole my wallet containing my whole paycheck money. A
visit to a gay bar, I found it pretentious and the drag queens that hit on
me certainly held no appeal, nor the old men trying to look young with
their unbuttoned shirts, neck chains and pierced ears. I enjoyed watching
the young male strippers, though.

I liked to swim to keep in shape and went to an aquatic centre three times
a week. The eye candy was wonderful in both the showers and the steam room
and I often jerked off in a toilet cubicle while the scenery was still
fresh in my mind. My employer changed my shift from days to 5pm until 1am
and I missed the nudity of the weeknight crowd. The place was almost void
of men during the day, preschoolers from the centre's day care service ran
amok as well a senior citizens frolicking in the pool.

On the shameful day I arrived and stayed later than my general
routine. While showering, the ceramic tiled echo chamber began to noisily
fill up with elementary school kids darting through the mandatory shower
before entering the pool area. The only adult present, my nudity didn't go
unnoticed. Some of the youngsters passed with only a fleeting glance, a few
pointed and giggled amongst themselves. One particular boy of about seven
or eight appeared and was in no rush as the other kids were to dampen their
skin to pass a minimum requirement in case random inspections were
happening on deck.

His eyes scanned my body and he smiled at me from across the way. He wasn't
cute per se, but nor was he ugly, somewhat handsome with his Slavic
features, longish dirty blond hair and large hazel eyes. It was his rather
wide mouth that was odd, as if his face would eventually grow in proportion
and catch up. I found his ruby red lips sensuous, all giving me the
impression that he was born to suck cock!

Now, I swear on my grandmothers grave that I never looked at young boys
in that way. At least not that young, I will admit to lusting after high
school teens, I never lost that appetite. He continued his
unnatural interest in my junk and frequently meet my eyes with a grin. When
other kids in transit blocked his view, he peered around them. When I
thought he had grew wary and was going to move on, I was astounded when he
only crossed and stood under the shower head beside me to get an
unobstructed, closer perspective.

I turned to face him and smiled finding it all quite erotic. He watched as
I played with myself, eyes growing wider as my cock reacted and expanded to
a full blown, modest 6.5 inch erection. That man pleaser mouth of
his opened in awe. I didn't care about the increased attention I may have
been receiving by other amused boys, nor the possibility of an
adult happening upon the scene. I was transfixed with lurid thoughts of
putting my manhood in his mouth and getting what I craved for much too
long, age notwithstanding at the moment. I felt it was an opportunity
come knocking and worth pursuit.

I daringly squatted in front of him, ran a hand over his satiny
smooth shoulders and back and without a sure fire plan, stumbled for
breathless  words that I stuttered leaving me tongue tied. The din of
the boisterous boys resonated and I had to speak in his ear, ad libbing
what came to mind and shaking like a leaf.

"You seem to like my man stuff, that's okay. Haven't you ever seen a naked
man before?"

He shook his head that remained in a downward position still fixed on my
merchandise. "It's big!"

"Haven't ya ever seen your dad's man things?"

Again, he shook his head, looked up at me and said, "I don't have a dad,
just a mom."

Finding relief in that answer, I pressed, "How about an older brother,
then?"

"No, I have a sister."

Where I was headed, I had no idea, it was all cliched pedophile
material, "That's too bad, cuz dads or big brothers teach boys about those
kinds of  things." I said with remorse, then excitedly said, "Hey... ya
wanna see what it feels like? cuz ya can... ya know!"

That was the incriminating moment of truth. He would either bolt away or
give into his curiosity. I almost keeled over when he shyly shook his head
and smiled.

"Then lets go somewhere private, okay? We don't want all the other boys
wanting to feel it, --right?"

I took his hand in mine and my throbbing boner led the way to the only semi
safe place I could think of, the handicapped shower stall only feet outside
the public shower area, a fiberglass molded unit spacious enough to
accommodate a wheelchair and curtained to obscure any unwanted attention.

Once safely inside, I almost had second thoughts, but he was quick
and eager to explore with both hands. Like a kid in a candy store, pubic
hair, cock and balls held his interest and I let him explore. I suddenly
had the urge to check out what was hidden in his white, mid thigh length
bathing suit and squatted in front of him. Without asking and with no
apparent objection, I untied the draw string and slid the shorts over his
hips and down to his knees. What I saw far exceeded my preconceptions
of prepubescent boys and almost made me cum right there and then.

Never in my wildest imagination did I expect to find a two inch, thick as
my thumb penis! It was beautiful, uncut and flaccid, nestled between two
marble sized orbs in a pink sack that hung in splendor the length of his
slightly darker penis. I had seen boys almost twice his age with lesser
formed genitalia. Whatever his ethnic heritage was, it sure blessed it's
male offspring!

"That is a really nice one,... Kiddo!" I exclaimed in all sincerity
and realized that I didn't even know his name, "You're going to have one as
big as mine very soon."

He beamed ear to ear with pride, having every right to do so. I was doubly
fortunate, I was going to have my cake and eat it too! Years of frustrated
compulsion and finally, satisfaction awaited me. I fondled his balls and
manipulated his foreskin over his crown, as I fully anticipated, the
stimulation had the desired affect and nature took over.

"I'm going to show you some other things that a boy needs to know about,
okay?"

I didn't wait for a response and took it in my mouth, feeling it continue
to expand in gratifying length and a slightly wider girth. Four inches of
cock was more than I could have hoped for. I was in seventh heaven licking
and sucking and masturbating him like a mad man, pausing for air to
bathe his velvet scrotum that had retracted to compensate for his erection,
but delicious nonetheless!  The only disappointment was the fact that at
such a tender age, he wouldn't be able to cum in my mouth.

My cock had never been harder, feeling as if my bone was going to pop
through the piss slit. I didn't want to stop blowing him, but I didn't want
to cum prematurely. Phase two of our first sexual educations
together couldn't be delayed any further.

"My turn, little man." I stood, scooped him up leaving his bathing suit to
fall to the floor and set him on the shower seat. I felt a twinge of envy
in the fact that he was getting on a silver platter what I spent a life
time craving.

He looked a little leery at it pointed to his mouth, it occurred to me that
I was leaking like a sieve.

"That's okay, it's not pee... it's man juice. See?..." I took a swipe,
bringing a stringy finger to my mouth, "It's what makes babies in ladies,
so it's gotta be good stuff... and it tastes good too! --Here, try some." I
offered, not waiting for him to decide and smeared my head
over those sumptuous lips to a glistening bright red. "Men also share it
with boys, cuz it helps make them grow up faster."

He licked his lips and didn't make a yucky face even when I put the
head against his teeth. "Suck it just like I sucked your big boy wiener,
that felt nice, right? You wanna make me feel real nice too, don't
you? There's lots of man juice in there, but ya gotta suck really hard." I
prodded.

He opened his cavernous mouth and I fed him as much as I thought he could
handle, teaching him hand - mouth coordination and suggested that he could
play with my balls some more. He was a quick learner and we had a
mutual rhythm happening for a short while. I got carried away and went to
deep causing him to sputter and withdraw but like a trooper, he was back on
it. His teeth were a bit of a nuisance, but the warmth and wetness was more
than I could ask of him.

I wasn't able to prolong matters, feeling that familiar point of no
return, my knees became wobbly and deciding whether to pull out or not, I
concluded that he didn't seem to mind the semen sampling, so the mother
load shouldn't be a problem! I held the back of his head firmly in place
and unloaded the greatest orgasm of my youth to the back of his
unsuspecting throat.

I certainly didn't expect his reaction. Choking and unable to pull away,
either cum or snot or all of the above blew out through his nostrils first,
then he began to retch and my cum drooled out the sides of his mouth. At my
urging, he regained his composure and sucked and slurped until I was
fully spent and further encouraged him to lick the residual fluid that I
squeezed to the surface.

I wiped his face with his wet bathing suit,  shame and guilt kicked in
followed immediately by paranoia at the severity of what I had done. Damage
control was in order telling him that what we did together was really nice
and that he was a very special boy. The secret was ours to keep because
boys and men never tell anyone because he could get in trouble... yada,
yada, yada!

Handing him his suit, he stood up still sporting an erection. Fighting off
the urge for one more taste was a lost cause and I was on my knees savoring
in its alluring glory one last time. There would be no future
lurid encounters with the boy wonder, I wasn't a pedophile. I would go back
into my frustrated fantasy land dreaming of mature teen boys and young men
and jerk off into my mouth as I had done every day over the past seven
horny years of my life!

I wasted no time getting dressed and out of the facility, vowing to never
return. I spent a weeks in sheer paranoia that the cops would come knocking
at my door or my work place. Watching news casts became unbearable,
imagining a reporter on location at the Aquatic Centre, "... *Police are
now reviewing surveillance video taken inside the lobby of the Manning
Aquatic Facility, confident that the young man described in his late
teens or early twenties, who sexually molested an  eight year old boy in a
handicapped shower, will be identified. --Back to you in the news room,
Cara..."*
* *
I struggled to alleviate my guilt, trying desperately to convince myself
that it was HIM who came on to me. After all, it was HE that was almost
begging for it! HIM that put up no resistance because it was what HE
wanted. Just a younger version of myself, fortunate enough to
have experienced earlier in life what I hungered for. If someone would have
given me the opportunity at that age, I surely would have been
receptive to a naive advanced awakening, I merely did him a huge favor by
pointing the way! --Yeah right, asshole; tell that to a Judge!
**
Mercifully, my fears were unfounded. No exposure and scandal unraveled to
publicly embarrass my family. No humiliation of legal charges, courts and
jail time ensued, although I fully deserved to be punished by society. But
the remorse of what I did to that naive little boy is felt to this very
day, an emotional and unhealing life time sentence that no
institutional environment could ever have served as 'paid dues' to society
and foremost importantly, make up for the taking of that boy's innocence!

Whenever I see a young man with one of those oddly shaped wide mouths, I
cringe. Surely a young boy would not forget such an experience and carry
the memory throughout his life, perhaps with a rightful grudge of
vengeance.


The End.