Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2006 14:57:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Ryan Hinshaw <rymax2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fantasies: Records

     The usual disclaimers apply.  This story is copyright.  If the laws of
your state prevent you from reading material like this, you must exit out
now!

     This story is a work of mainly fiction (only about 5% is true).
Although there are a few events in it that are based off of my life, the
majority of the plot was made up for the entertainment of me and others.
Should any similarity arrive between persons or things, living or dead, it
is purely coincidental (I'm required to type this, I really don't believe
in coincidences).


Fantasies Part 1: Records


     Looking back on it, October was a month of records for me.  It was the
only month that I was forced out of "The Closet," accepted that I was a
pedophile, accidentally cummed on the hottest boy in school, got a
boyfriend, fulfilled his wildest fantasy, fulfilled my wildest fantasy, and
attended a funeral, all in the matter of a few weeks.  Let's start with
square one: me being forced out of the closet.  I've also heard the
expression: `I didn't come out of the closet, the closet burned down around
me.'  I had been gay for 4 years, going on 5.  I was researching hot sites
on the net.  I found about 6 that showed really hot college boys going down
on each other.  I wrote their names down.

     As I was looking at them, a huge bulge appeared in my pants.  I
released my 7 in. cock and began to stroke it.  It was heaven.  I loved
feeling the pleasure, feeling the cum slowly creep up my penis.  And then I
came all over me and the keyboard.  I ate it all, cleared all the history,
and went downstairs to watch some T.V.  But I forgot to clear the most
important history of all.  I had left the sheet with all of the site names
on the computer desk.

     Soon my mom was screaming down the stairs for me to come up.  I did,
not expecting any trouble.

     "What's this?" she asked, pointing to the list of sites.

     "Ummmmmmmmmmmm."

     "Ryan, do you have attractions towards other guys?"

     I was spilling my heart before I could stop myself.

     "Yes.  I'm gay.  Since I was 11 I've wanted guys.  I see all these
boys at school and I want them but they are just out of reach...and...."

     "Oh thank goodness.  The way you've been acting lately, I assumed you
were hiding something terrible."

     "You're not angry?" I asked, skeptical.

     "Of course not.  You are my son, and I love you.  And to hate you
because you're gay would mean to hate you because of the choices you make
and that would be wrong."

     "Thanks mom."

     "However, you are grounded from this computer until further notice for
looking at these inappropriate sites."

     "Fair enough."

     And that was that.  Within two days I was allowed back on the
computer.  This was the week before the two weeks that would change my
life.  My first time back on the computer I got in a Gay Teen Chatroom.  A
boy with the screen name Lathe IM'd me.  We chatted and cyber fucked, and
then he gave me his Hotmail address.  I got out of the chatroom, cleared
the history, and logged onto MSN.  He was already online.

Lathe: hey sexy, wats going on?

Ryan: not 2 much, u

Lathe: jackin' off, looking at pics of boys

Ryan: hot!!!!!!! so wat age group do u like?

Lathe: 5-20

Ryan: 5!!!!!!!!!!!??????????

Lathe: and 6 and 7 and 8 and up, they r way hot, and agree to just about ne
thing u want and they r fresh

Ryan: have ne pics?

LATHE SENDS: fun1.jpg, fun2.jpg, fun3.jpg, fun4.jpg

RYAN ACCEPTS

Ryan: woa these r way hot!

     Fun1 was of a seven year old touching himself, fun2 was a five year
old fingering himself, fun3 was a 13 year old fucking a six year old, and
fun4 was an 8 and a 9 year old sucking each other.  I instantly got a huge
boner.  I volunteered at the local daycare center, and I rubbed my cock to
fantasies of me fucking Tommy, the hot 5 year old.  From that point on I
knew I was a pedophile.  I thanked Lathe and got off the computer.  I
decided I was going to tell my friends at school that I was gay.  The next
day, Monday, which also happened to be the beginning of the two weeks that
would change my life, I went to school, and had a pretty much normal day.
I was dreading lunch when I would be telling my friends.

     Lunch came eventually, so I gathered my things and took a deep breath.
When I arrived in the lunch room, my friends were sitting at our usual
table.  As I approached, I could here what they were talking about.

     "So I decided to go to Bill's house like you suggested, Tommy," said
Kyle.

     "Really?  What did he have to say?" asked Tommy.

     "Tell us, was he as weird as ever?" asked another kid, Cody.

     "Well here is the weird part," began Kyle, "I started to go to his
door.  I rang the doorbell and you'll never believe this but he..."

     "I'm out," I interrupted as I reached the table.

     Time stopped.  Kyle was in mid sentence, Tommy had stopped chewing his
piece of food, and Cody's fork was frozen in the air, halfway to his mouth.

     "What?" asked Tommy.

     "What do you mean, `You're out'?" said Cody.

     Kyle said, "Are you trying to tell us that you're, g-g-gay?"

     "Pretty much," I said.

     They all just stared at me.  For what seemed like an hour, they looked
at me, until finally...

     "So anyway, I went to Bill's house but he wasn't home!" finished Kyle.

     "No way!" exclaimed Tommy.

     "He never leaves his house.  We need to call the press," said Cody.

     I was confused.  "Wait, you mean you don't care?"

     "Of course not," said Tommy, the leader.

     "You are our friend and we accept the decisions you make as long as
you don't hit on us," said Cody.

     "Exactly," said Kyle, "now come on, grab a chair from that table and
sit down."

     I looked to where he was pointing.  He was pointing at a kid who was
sitting all by himself at a table, but there were several chairs around
him.  I walked over there and put my hand on the back of a chair.

     "Hi.  Is anyone sitting in this chair?"

     He looked down and shook his head no.  There were tears on his cheeks,
so I sat down.

     "What's wrong?"

     "I don't want to talk about it," he said.

     "It's OK.  I'm Ryan."

     "Mike."

     I talked with him for a few minutes and found out the following
things: He only had lunch at South Campus on "B" days (my high school had
two campuses, one on the north and one on the south side of town), he had
absolutely no friends (except for me now), and he was crying because his
dad was always beating him.  I asked him to come eat lunch at my table but
he denied.

     "I don't want them to know that I've been crying," he said.

     "OK.  Well, if you only eat lunch here on "B" days and today is
Monday, that means you'll be here Wednesday.  How about eating with us
then.  Please."

     "I don't know," he said, "I've never had friends before you and I'm
afraid I'll mess it up."

     "Don't worry about that.  I know from experience what it is like to
eat lunch alone and it sucks."

     "Alright.  I will."

     "Great!  See you then."

     I had invited him over to sit with us not only because he was lonely,
but because he was a Class A hottie, and I really wanted to get into his
pants.  When I sat down at my table with the chair, everyone looked at me.
Tommy spoke first.

     "You sure took a long time talking to that kid."

     "Were you asking him out?" asked Cody.

     "What were you doing?" said Kyle.

     "I was inviting him to sit with us on Wednesday," I said.

     "WHAT!!!!," screamed Tommy, "WHY?"

     "Because he's lonely," I said.

     "He's probably gay like you," said Kyle.

     Cody said, "Most likely."

     That was the final straw.  I stood up, grabbed my things, and left the
lunch room.  I was so pissed at them.  I dropped my things off at my next
class, Driver Ed, then I went to the bathroom to do my tradition.  My
tradition was to get into a stall, write gay things about boys I liked, and
then jack off to them.  Today I decided to write about Tyler, the most
absolute hottest boy in the entire school.  I wrote about how I wanted his
hot ass, and how I wanted to lick him all over and to feel him.  This got
me hard so I unleashed my 7in. hard cock and began to stroke it.  It was
leaking precum.  I went slowly, wanting to savor the moment.  The pleasure
was so good, I could barely keep myself from moaning out loud.

     I heard the bathroom door open, but I was so close to climax that I
kept going.  They weren't going to know I was jerking.  What I didn't know
was in my rush to jack off I had forgotten to lock my own stall door.  I
guess this kid didn't realize someone was occupying the stall I was in.  I
sort of stood up, so I could cum on the door.  It was at that moment that
the door opened and in walked Tyler, the most hottest boy in school right
as my load blew all over his shirt and pants....

The Story Continues.  Stay tuned for Fantasies: Fulfilling the Dream.

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