Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2006 09:49:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: smartboy8991@yahoo.com
Subject: My Mission Trip to Mexico

Hi, my name is Tyler. I'm 15 and I just finished my freshmen year at
high school. This is a true story about my first time, some might say
that this story disgusts them, but this is my story of a secret crush
that rocked my world.   I have black hair with a tan body. I like my
body, see, I'm about 5'7'' and about 115lbs. I have brown eyes, and
curly sandy brown hair, with traces of blond. I've been going to church
for my entire life, and when I finally excepted I was gay I kept going
to church, while keeping my feelings remained hidden. Only a few of my
friends know about me, and that's the way I like it -- only my true
friends knowing about me, this way there is no way of it getting out,
and me facing a tragedy.


Ty has been once of my secret desires for as long as I could remember.
He is 6'0" and about 160lbs. He had some of the pretties green eyes,
and some blond hair you just want to run your hand through. I remember I
was so jealous and mad when I sat down, and caught him running his hands
along the legs of his lady friend during a youth event when I first saw
him. He didn't come to church as often as I wanted him to, but when he
came the sermon didn't matter, it was his time.


I was always involved in some type of activity inside the church, as a
spiritual leader, and part of the youth praise team. This time, a hand
full of church kids, with some elders, and some other people were going
to Rocky Point, Mexico. Among the cars of kids were Shane and Sarah, two
of my best friends and the only two that new my secret at church.
During the mission trip we were suppose to paint a local church, not to
mention all the food we were bring. While we were driving the four and a
half-hour drive from Phoenix, Arizona to Mexico, we all decided to go to
McDonalds. Everyone got out of the 5 vehicle and lined up. I saw Ty
climb out of a car so I ran over to Shane and Sarah. I started to talk
to both of them about how fun the mission trip was going to be then I
inched closer and started to whispered about how I had just seen Ty. He
died his hair black, and how he looked really hot.


We all got back into he cars, and continued to Mexico. I couldn't
breath... all I thought about was him. I went on and on about him, Sarah
finally got mad and yelled at me to shut up. Sarah never had a stomach
for my orientation, she grew up in a strict household, and being gay was
not something her family agreed with. When I first told her she
wouldn't talk to me, but then she told me that I couldn't help it, and
she was glad she know someone who was going to admit who they are, and
be proud of it. Shane on the other hand always believed everyone was
born they were for a reason, and he often told me I should come out. He
even had my come out to the church planned out. I would be sitting next
to a hot guy in church, he would lean in to kiss me, and I would turn
away, then I would be like never mind and kiss him, in front of the
entire church, and watch many of them faint.


When we got to the church they already had all the stuff
out and ready for us, we just had to grab a brush, and start. We started
to paint and for the next few hours we were just painting.... and
painting.... and painting. I was just about to go outside for a long
overdue break when I looked over and what I saw made me grin from ear to
ear.
"Sarah, look at Ty"
Sarah looked up and saw Ty, I knew she had the hotts for him just as I
had, because she grinned too. He had taken his shirt off. I was in
heaven, I mean this guy was like the hottest guy I ever seen, and now I
seen he had just gotten a new tattoo, probably for his 18 birthday which
was a few weeks back. I was standing there admiring his body, his grace,
while (half-heartedly) painting the wall. When he looked at me and walked
over...
"You know, you've been painting the same spot for ten minutes."
"Well I want it to be perfect for the church, you know this is a House
of God, come on, so it some respect"
"Wow, didn't know you were so spiritual."
Then he walked away; Sarah came over and giggled. I turned so red, it
wasn't even funny.
Later that night we all gathered in a beach house (Yes, I
couldn't believe we were in a beach house for a mission trip either).
There were only three rooms and a few couches. So Shane and I decided to
sleep on the balcony on some lawn chair. After we went to the beach, and
had a small bible study/meeting, Shane and I went to the balcony. While
we were up there Ty was the topic of the conversation. Shane wasn't gay,
but he liked to joke around with me.
"Oh my god, did you see Ty -- he took off his shirt..." In a high
pitched (stereotype) gay voice
Shane looked at me and started to laugh.
"I do not sound like that" I yelled
"Yeah, you do, I mean come on he is all you talk about"
"Well, he's hot... what am I going to talk about?"
He just kept laughing, and pointed. I turned around to find Ty standing
there. He gave me a curious look, turned around and walked back inside. I
stayed on the balcony for the rest of night, and cried.  ("He'll
probably will tell everyone and I will have a real problem on my
hands.") Until the youth pastor, Brian, came up and told me that dinner
was ready. ("What? Did he not tell them?") I walked down into the
living room where everyone was sitting down. I sat down and led everyone
in prayer. I looked around and saw Ty he didn't even look up at me. I
ate in silence, just thinking, and thanking god he didn't tell anyone.
It was hard for me to get to sleep that night, I had
never been in a position like that before, everything about the trip had
gone wrong, and I couldn't believe it. When I finally did fall asleep Ty
woke me up. He didn't saw anything but signaled me to come with him. We
walked down the stair, out of the house and finally down to the beach. He
stopped walking, and turned to me.
"OK, so I know you're gay, and I don't care, but I have a little
problem -- I haven't had any fun in about three months, and I am about
to explode"
At this, he just started to pull down his pants.
"Wow... uh. Are you serious?" I was choking now.
"Yeah, I wouldn't be unbuckling my pants if I wasn't"
He started to pull down his pants and he was nice. Trimmed. Happy Trail
(Gorgeous). He had a seven-inch cock, with large red and blue veins
running along the top and bottom. His balls we a little smaller than
golf, with a peach fuzz all over them.  I just got on my knees and
started to suck. I couldn't hold him all the way inside of my mouth, but
I tried my best to let him go as deep as my mouth would allow him. While
he was standing there and I was sucking him, I reached up and start to
caress his sac. He moaned in pleasure, and started to mumble to himself
about how he was going to shoot at any second. I continued to suck even
thought he said he was going to cum. When he did cum I swallowed all of
it, not before I let it linger on my tongue, letting all of the flavors
seep down into my taste buds, I wanted to remember this moment, every
second.
"You're wonderful!" he panted
I just looked up and smiled. We walked back and he walked me to the
balcony. I got under my sleeping bag, and looked up to him and smiled
some more. He leaned over me and smiled back.
"Look at you, so full of smiles."
Then he kissed me on the forehead, and walked away. It took me a long
time to fall asleep, I was memorizing everything. Making sure every
moment was locked away in a vault in my brain where it could never be
forgotten. When I awoke the next morning, I ran down stairs to talk to
Sarah. She, surprisingly, just looked up and smiled at me. She told me
that I was "officially a whore" with a grin of both confusion and
disgust on her face and walked away. I was so mad at her for saying that
I almost hit her, but hitting here would solve absolutely nothing. The
day went on and Ty acted if nothing happened, he barely said anything, in
fact the only thing he said was "Can you go and get me some more
paint?" I figured it was just a one-night stand to him and I talked
myself into hating him ("he thinks he can just come over and ask for a
blowjob and never talk to me again, what a typical guy"). Lunch came,
and I had to make peace with Sarah, because she's my best friend and
all, and I could barely function without her input in everything I do.
After a long apology, (from both sides), I told her I wouldn't tell her
my love life if it offended her that much, but then she admitted she was
just jealous. When we got back to the beach house, I told everyone I
wasn't feeling well and I was going to bed without dinner. When I got up
to the balcony, I just lay on my lawn chair and cried. The first time
I've ever done something with someone I actually liked as a boyfriend,
and not some friend. I slowly drifted off into sleep.
I was lying there sleeping when I heard someone whisper
something in my ear.
"Hey, are you awake?"
I turned around to see Ty's piercing green eyes looking at me. I simply
nodded, and got up. I noticed he was holding a small bag. We walked all
the way down stairs, but this time he didn't walk to the beach he lead
me over to one of the vans.
"Are we aloud in these?" I asked not wanting to get into trouble
"Oh sure." He replied, but this answer didn't really satisfy me
So he walked over to the door and opened it, and we climb in.
"OK, this time I want to try something"
I, once again, just nodded and waited for a response. He took down my
pajama pants, and started sucking me. I was not nearly as big as he was I
was four inches, maybe four and a half on a really good day. This made me
uncomfortable; I was used to the one doing the sucking, not the other way
around. After he had me hard as a rock, he started to move south... I
didn't say anything just sat there. After a while he sat up and looked
at me. I just looked him in the eyes, and he turned around and grabbed
the small bag he brought, and opened it. First he brought out a small
tube. He squeezed a good portion of it onto his hands and started rubbing
my hole. I just lay there, still looking him directly into his green
eyes, feeling him letting his fingers enter and exit me.  He went back
into the bag, and grabbed a condom. He slipped off his pants and shirt
and on the condom. Then he slipped it on and put some more lube on
himself.
"Are you ready?" he said
" I guess so..."
"Is this your first time... you know?" He couldn't bring himself to say
it
"Yeah, I'm a little fragile, so be gentile."
"Oh, I didn't know that.... OK, so here's what you do. When I start to
inter you, you push. Ok?"
"Yeah."
"If you do that then it won't hurt as much as it could."
He lifted up my legs again, and pressed himself against me. I couldn't
believe I am going to lose my virginity to someone who's hot and nice as
he was. I pushed down, and he was still entering me. I muffled my scream
on the back of the seat, and he moaned with pleasure. He stayed inside of
me for a little bit. (All I could think was "How could he feel some much
pleasure when I am in so much pain?")
"Don't worry, it'll get better" he said with an assuring look on his
face.
I just looked at him, and hoped that he was telling the truth. He slowly
started to move himself in and out of me. I was still in pain. After
about a minute of two of it, I started to feel the pleasure that he
promised me I would get. After a little while more my screams of pain
turned into moans of pleasure. I felt him swell up inside of me and start
to cum. When I felt him, I started to squirt all over my stomach. I was
surprised because the previous night had had on a few small squirts, and
today he had mounds of it. As he cock was going limp he pulled out and
collapse on top of me. We both lay there, after we caught our breaths, I
started to run my hands along his six pack (yeah, he had one, and it was
nice), and we slowly feel asleep in the back of a church van. We woke up
at the crack of dawn, before anyone else woke up, and walked back inside.
After that we were always seen together, everyone thought we were just
friends, but we were secret lovers.  We would sneak out of church, every
once in a while, a little early so we could go to his house while his
parents and the rest of the church were out at Barro's Pizza for lunch,
(church tradition), and have lots more fun.
Hey. Yeah, so I have gotten out of school for the summer, and I passed
all my classes, even the advanced ones (and Spanish YAY). I'm not sure
whether you read my stories before or not, but the last time I was
publishing was last summer, and now I got loads of time on my hands. So I
will be writing a lot more, oh and sorry if you find some errors in
there, because my trusty Lizard Guy is no longer editing them. He was
awesome, along with my stories he edited my school essays (yeah, the ones
I turned it), he said one was so boring, he'll give me a C on it just
because. (ha ha).


Anyhoo -- email me any comment you have about it. I love reading mail, and
I always reply.

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