Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 03:00:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brooks Dawson <brooks_104@yahoo.com>
Subject: My life story

	Same usual disclaimer as everyone else. This is
basically about my life so far growing up gay, not too
much for sex, but just enjoy it. This is an all true
story.

           I have always enjoyed the thought of gay
sex. Being 17 and living in Canada gives me safe
opportunities to explore my options of boys. My first
experience of being gay was when I was 8, my older
brother and I fooled around. We gave each other blow
jobs and would dry hump each other until we reached
orgasm. We never did what I really wanted though. Our
fooling around ended a few years later, when he
discovered girls, to my disappointment.

            I've lived a happy middle class life,
although my parents are divorced, it seems to work
better for the family. When I reached Jr.high I got my
share of checking out all the cute boys, and let me
say there is an excellent selection. All I could do is
day dream about sexual fantasies with some of the boys
from school. By the time I reached grade nine my
friends decided it would be funny to spread rumors
that I was gay; at the time I wasn't open, and still
am not. After a few days most of the school was
laughing at me, calling me fag, queer, homo, etc. I
must say it was not the most fun, but I somehow
managed to clear my name and the rumors went away.

	A little about myself, I'm about 5' 11", I have sort
of a masculine muscle build, deep dark blue eyes and
brown hair. I'm into computers and woodworking. I also
have about an 80% average at school, so far, I'm quite
successful.

	By the time I reached Sr.High I was still hoping to
have my dream come true, I wanted a boyfriend. I knew
this task would be hard because I am not `out', but I
know enough about picking up boys from reading on the
internet, and I was hoping I could put what I know
into effect. For the first half of Gr.11 I searched,
but came up with dead ends, any gay person I knew, I
didn't want to go out with. Once second semester
started, I made friends with another gay person. We
usually just talk on MSN about our problems and bitch
about how bad we want a boyfriend. Anyways, when March
rolled around, I received a phone call from my friend
to come and pick up an old friend that was tripped out
on some pot and could possibly need medical attention.
When I got to the site, there was my usual a group of
friends, but this time there was another boy with
them, who I'd known to be gay. I loaded everyone up in
my car, and took them back to my friends house.

           It turns out there were having a party and
I wasn't initially invited, but because I did them
this big favor by picking them up, I was now invited.
As the night went on, I couldn't help but fixate my
eyes on the gay guy I picked up earlier. He's about 5'
8", brown hair, brown/gold eyes, and has an average
build. I would walk around the house all evening to
wherever he was just so I could look at him.

           That night I was stuck being a designated
driver, so I had to bear with everyone as they got
pissed out of their tree. By early morning, to my
pleasure, I ended up beside him on the couch in the
dark with just enough light to see what's going on
from the flicker of the TV.

           I carefully placed my hand a few inches
from his, and slowly inched it towards his. To my
satisfaction, he started to do same thing. By this
time I had a raging 7" boner in my pants. Soon our
pinky fingers met, nothing much, basically innocent
and before I knew it, his hand was on top of mine. I
was in complete ecstasy. My years of dreams were
unfolding before my eyes. After a few minutes, he
placed his hand on my thigh, and started rubbing my
leg. Nervous and scared that I would be caught by my
friends I carefully returned the favor to him.
Eventually the lights were turned out, and he planted
a kiss on my lips. We started to make out quietly in
the room with about 5 or 6 other occupants.

          We quickly made our way outside to my moms
van where it would be safe from being caught. He
peeled my shirt off and then his own as we were making
out in the back seat. He sat down on my lap, I
couldn't help but find a way to jam my tongue further
down his throat while caressing his soft boy ass with
my hands. He slowly undid my jeans and yanked them to
the floor fully exposing my boyhood. He broke the kiss
and leaned down and took my boyhood into his mouth.
The feeling and sensations that I was having is almost
indescribable, his warm mouth bobbing up and down on
my boyhood was sending me through the roof.

         The crisp Canadian air surrounded my boyhood
as he made his way up to the top of my circumcised
cock. After a few minutes of letting him have his way,
I decided it would be time for me to return the favor.
I leaned over and engulfed his fat 6" uncut cock into
my mouth, because of the angle, I was a bit frustrated
that I couldn't consume any more than a few inches.
But I was really enjoying the sweet salty taste of his
cock in my mouth. I pulled off his cock for a breather
and he seized the opportunity to jam his tongue down
my throat. Unfortunately, I hadn't taken my breath of
air and had to break off the kiss to avoid momentary
suffocation. Because nothing much sexual was happening
at the moment, I figured I'd reach over a jack him
off, being a cold time of year in Canada, my hands
were naturally cold. So it sent his cock into
momentary shock when my nearly ice cold hands made
contact. It didn't take long with my quick up and down
motions to warm my hand up and get into a rhythm that
seemed to be please him.

         After about an hour of this we finally came
to orgasm, without thinking ahead, we had nothing to
clean up our sweet boy juice left on our stomachs.
Fortunately for me, he leaned over and licked my boy
juice off me. I was still too worried about the
possibility of AIDS or something, at this point it
would probably be too late, but I still didn't want to
take the risk, so I just cleaned him off with an
undershirt. We made our way back into the house, but
by this time it was 6am and I was supposed to have
returned the van back hours ago so I gave my final
goodbye kiss and left.

	A few days later he added me to his MSN, and we were
chatting online. To my vast disappointment, according
to him, he didn't remember a thing. He thought we may
have done some fooling around, but was still clueless.
I was momentarily heart broken, the first boy I had
sex with, and he doesn't even know it. After a while
we talked, and I told him what happened, and he wanted
to continue our session again, but this time, so he
can remember. More to come if you want, let me know.


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