Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 08:13:11 -0700
From: Greg Andraeson <gtastory@gmail.com>
Subject: GTA: And so it begins Chapter 3

This story holds no truth to anything. Its kind of a biography, but
its been changed of course, names and locations to be more fictional
and hardly reflect anything I've done. It also includes underage boys
engaging in sexual activities... yadda yadda, don't sue me, :D If you
want to send me feed back, questions, comments, critisizim PLEASE DO!
Nice to know people actually read this :) -> gtastory@gmail.com

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Chapter 3: And so it Begins

	"Wake up asshole, its noon", said Jason as he poked me into oblivion.
	"Uhh!", I groggily rolled over to look at who was going to die. "...
W..what? Why the hell are you in my house?!", I said in a loud,
confused, and sleepy voice.
	"Hey! Point that thing somewhere else!" he said, referencing to my
morning wood.
	"Huh", I said, waking up a little more and noticing what he was
talking about. "Fuck. Go away." I stated as my hand slid down the
front of my tented boxers. This was awkward... however, he seems cool
about it. No freaking out or nothing.
	"Your mom let me in. She told you to wake up, we're getting lunch!".
The excitement in his voice was over whelming. "Besides, it's just a
boner. I get them all the time."
	Whoa. He doesn't care? Interesting, very interesting. "I don't
fucking care about my boner. Your waking me up. I haven't even jerked
o...", shit. We were friends, but we never really talked about this
shit, or ever saw each other naked.
	"...Off? You do it too?"
	I nodded, as I dragged myself out of bed, capturing my boner in my
pants (as much as you can when you wear them closer to your knees than
your waist.) "All the time. Everyone does dumb ass", I said
as-a-matter-of-fact. I had no fucking clue what I was talking about.
Fortunately, my bullshitting was right!

I got to my feet and tugged on a shirt. I looked over at Jason who
obviously had a boner. I shrugged it off and went outside to find this
so called food. We devoured. My mom tried to spark a conversation with
her distancing son by saying a few chit-chatty things, we just kept
eating, and ignored. We got the hell out of my house as fast as
humanly possible. We hopped in the ride we jacked the day before, and
took off for the usual hang out. No one was there. We left, dumped the
car, and got a new one without hot plates.

	"Hey man. You ever think about actually going to school this year?",
Jason asked.
	"Queer.", I blurted out and continued driving. "Shut up and roll a
joint man. I'm aching for a mid-afternoon toke." My head began to race
after I realized the first word I blurted out. I was taken back to
when I was woken up. I remembered my dream, shortly before I was torn
from my reality. It was Jason. Sprawled out naked on my bed waiting
for me with his non-descriptive penis. The dream seemed like I was
visiting one of those XXX sites that blurs out the privates unless you
pay.
	"Keep your eyes on the fucking road!!" Once again I was torn from my
reality, this time to Jason grabbing the wheel and pulling it right. I
drifted over the center line and barely missed a cab. I didn't say
anything. I just shrugged it off. "Damn G, what where you thinking
about? You almost killed us." I didn't answer. "Fuck it. Lets just
roll to my house, my family is gone, we'll blaze this j there."

And that we did! We got baked by hot boxing his bathroom. And thats
when one thing led to another. Two, pubescent boys, hard for one
another, and needing a release.

	"Hey... remember when you said you jerked off?" This question threw
me off guard. Jason and I never talked about this kinda shit.
	"Actually, I said I didn't cause you walked in on me with my boner,
before I could get off. It got you excited, eh?" I said, remember the
bulge he had in his pants.
	"Fuck you! It did not!" He punched me in the arm. It kinda hurt.
	"Fuck you it didn't. I saw your boner!"
	He gasped. "I... you... Liar!"
	"Hey, chill out man. Its all cool." Was it? What the hell was I
saying? Fuck. I don't know... I'm hard though! "Ya... cool. Everyone
does it. We can do it now if you want." What. The. Fuck. What did I
just say? He's going to call me a queer. I know it. Fuck. Fuck.
Alienate my best friend.
	"Alright."
	"Fi..! Alright? Oh! Ya. Ok." I took a last haul from the joint, and
tossed it in the toilet.

Without another word, he was standing and undoing his pants. He was
definitely hard. I'd never seen his dick before, and I wanted to. Oh
did I want to. His pants dropped with the unclasping of his belt, and
his boxers had a tent! Ooo. He whipped it out. It was 4" uncut, with a
nice girth. Almost no hair save a few wisps at the base of his cock.
He stroked it, and all I could do is stare at his grape-sized balls
swinging in his wrinkled up sack.
	"Yo...u... just uhhh. Going to... stare... or. uhhh, join?" he said
with a grin, in the midst of his beating.
	Fuck! I'm staring! ... But its so nice. Right. I have a job to do
here. Lets get it done. I nodded. "I wasn't staring... ya..." I was
done talking! I whipped out my dick and gave that thing a beating it'd
never forget. I swear, my kids'll be born with headaches! Kids? Shit.
Better not think about it. We're rocking here!

We only lasted a few moments as we were each others own porn movie. I
stared at him as he beat his meat, and he stared at me. We both knew
it too. We both shot and almost the same time. I think watching the
cum flow from his slit sent me over the edge, or maybe the other way
around. I didn't care. I was creaming myself... or rather, his floor.
It was awesome. I straddled the tub's ledge, so did he. We both stared
at our deflating cocks both with a bead cum still falling from the
tip. What a sight. We sat there for awhile, and I only moved cause my
ass was starting to hurt. I stood up and the bead stayed half on the
tub, and half on me. My cock was Spiderman.

	In a stoned tone, Jason laughed, "Dude, your cock is spraying
webbing.", he stood up as he said it. "Haha! Mine too! Dude, this is
awesome."
	I nodded, and reached for the tissue paper to clean up and did so.
"So... what now?"
	He grinned. I knew what he was thinking. He knew I knew what he was
thinking, so we both pulled up our pants and hit up his parents liquor
cabinet. "Oh ya! Lets get some crown going!"
	"Dude! Thats the only thing my parents drink, they'll know I took
it!" he said in earnest concern.
	"Ya, like they wont notice the other dozens of bottles we've jacked
from them. Fucking idiot." I scolded him.
	He shrugged, grabbed the bottle, and straight for the coke we went!
Nothing better than a coke and rye on ice. "Sweet man. This is going
to fucking rock"

We plugged in his X-Box and started playing some Halo. Kinda lost
track of time. It was almost 10pm when his parents walked in the door
to see us there, drunk and stoned out of our minds. I think this was
bad... well, I don't know. Don't care, not my parents.

	"What the fuck!" his dad screamed. I wasn't down for screaming.
	"What the fuck what?" I retorted, brimming with intelligence This
conversation wasn't going to go anywhere good, I think.
	"Who the hell are you!?" He bellowed.
	Ok, I guess I'd never been at his house long enough to meet his
family... I wonder why! "Uhh. Your illegitimate child, dad! Don't you
remember that hooker you knocked up 13 years ago!?" Ok, so I have a
way with words when I've been drinking.
	He didn't speak for sometime, I think he might have some secrets.
That, or rage was consuming him. I mean, I understand where he's
coming from. If I walked into my house and found a bunch of kids
drinking my liquor, I'd kill them! "Listen you little bastard..."
Wrong words.
	"Only because of you!" Ok... I think I'm done here.
	"Get the fuck out of my house!" he screamed. I think I saw a vein.
	I grabbed the bottle, and dodged him as he tried to swipe his liquor
back. "Too slow old man! Hahaha". That's when I tripped down their
front stairs and broke the bottle on the sidewalk. I was fine of
course, bruise here, scrape there. What ever. Jason ran after me, and
we sprinted off into the night not able to hear the ragings of his dad
from afar.

We made it quite a ways away before he fell into me laughing so hard
he was nearly crying. We fell to the ground with him in my arms. It
wasn't hard to knock me over, see, prior to his dad getting there we
put a huge dent in that bottle. I leaned up against a fence with my
friend between my legs leaning up against me.
	After the tears subsided "Dude! That was fucking awesome! I never
even say a word to my dad when he gets all pissed the fuck off like
that. He was fuming!"
	"It was nothing! I'm used to that shit cause my mom and uhh, him yell
at me like that all the time."
	"Illegitimate child?! Where the fuck did you pull that from?!"
	I shrugged. "I'm a fucking genius. Duh."
	"... Uhh. Dude?"
	"Ya?"
	"Your getting hard..."
	"Well fuck. I'm drunk! I can't help it!... What ever. Lets get the
fuck outta here and blaze at the park" I said, pushing him up off me
to his feet... kinda.

After a stumble or five, we where both standing erect... in more ways
than one! I looked around. Shit, we left the ride outside Jason's
house. Oh well. Took us no longer than half a block to find the
perfect ride. We hopped in, and where off after a few snaps of plastic
and a steering lock. We rolled by are favorite spots with a freshly
hot boxed civic. No one. I glanced at the clock, 11:30.
	"Fuck this, its almost curfew time anyways, lets peace out." I said.
And that was it, he nodded, and I dropped him off at his house, and
sped away. I rolled up to my house at about 10 to again. Boy, I keep
skimming by! I walked in the house, look at the clock on the wall.
Fuck. It was 12:30am. Fuck FUCK FUCK! I breached. Fuck. The cops will
be by in the morning to pick me up... but not if I'm not here. I
turned and headed for the door.
	"Hey." my brother said, scaring the shit out of me.
	"What the fuck?! Why'd you scare me like that!"
	"I didn't mean to!"
	I was dizzy. Mostly from the booze, but I didn't want to go back to
jail. "Fine... just.. fuck"
	"Don't worry about it. I pretended I was you."
	"You did?... Why?"
	"I dunno... Mom was crushed last time you were send to jail... I
didn't want to see her like that again."
	Fuck. Of course, for mommy. What ever, I'm not going to jail.
"Thanks." I stumbled to my room, and tried to use the computer, but
the screen was movin'n shit. So I just threw myself onto my bed, and
stroked off, remembering the feeling I had with Jason pressed up tight
against my throbbing cock. I don't remember if I came or not.