Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003 06:52:44 EDT
From: GemBud30@aol.com
Subject: Darren's Story Chapter one

This story is a work of total fiction, it is not meant to represent anyone
particular person or event, and also this is a work of an Adult gay theme,
please do not proceed if you are not of age or against your moral beliefs.
This story contains slight reference to incest, and bondage. If these things
offend you then do not read. Otherwise I hope you enjoy reading as much as I
did writing it.

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Prologue:
Hi my name is Darren, I am not 14 years old and I am gay.  I guess I have
known I was different starting around age 6. You see I spent a lot of time
with my foster father and brother. My foster dad would allow us to shower
with him. It was total innocent on his part, but for me it was fun, perhaps
at the time I did not fully understand my fascination with the male body but
I know any chance I could see him or my brothers nude I would take it. I
would be allowed to wash my foster Dads back and chest and sometimes is cock
and balls. He never got hard or anything like that. He would often tell me
and my foster brother Dante that our cocks could be the source of pleasure or
a source of trouble. Dante and I frequently shared showers in our younger
days too. Dante is 4 years older than me. He is about the most beautiful
person I know, inside and out. Watching him grow in to a man has been a huge
source of joy and pride for me. Dante and I share very similar backgrounds.
You see I am now 14 years old, and for the past 8 years I have lived with the
Camps (my foster parents Jean and Mike). The camps have been the foster
parents of Dante and I in addition to 3 children of their own (2 girls and
one boy). Emily, Karen and Robert. Emily is the same age as Dante, now 18.
Karen is 14 and Robert is 16. Emily is a bit of a pain, she is totally
embarrassed to have half breed foster brothers, so she often makes life hard
on Dante and I, more so Dante than me. Robert is pretty cool he is very
giving of himself and a great brother right now he plays baseball on the high
school team, this is his last year, he is struggling to get a scholarship to
college. I think the 3 boys are very close in fact.  Karen is in her own
world, she is whiz kid, a computer geek and she is always off at some science
fair or computer club.

The Camps are Ok as parents, I mean they do their best. It is sort of a
dysfunctional life. Mike is for the most part an alcoholic and Jean is a
slightly depressed. They are both functional though, and do pretty good by us
kids, but when it comes to one another it seems they just have no real  love
left. They are still very good friends but something has driven a wedge
between their love of each other. I think they stay together because it is
all they have ever known. Mike sleeps down stairs in the den which he
converted to a bedroom long ago.  As for me, I came to be with the Camps when
my natural mother overdosed on drugs, my natural dad was in the Army and was
never really a part of my life, and it seemed never really had interest. For
the first 6 year of my life I bounced around between my mother's family and
my dads family, but never anyone place for very long until eventually I
landed in foster care, and into the home of the Camps. Dante shared a similar
story, his mother abandoned him on their reservation in Arizona to her
Brothers family.  He eventually moved to Hiddenburg Tennessee, where they
could not find work and feed the family and so Dante was released to Foster
Care and landed in the home of the Camps one-year before my arrival.  Dante
is of native American blood mixed with white, and was the shame of his
family. I am Black but also I am mixed with Native American blood. I stand 5'
8' and weight about 145lbs, I am on the lighter side of brown for my
complexion, and I have jet black hair that is rather straight, and the most
distinctive thing about me are my eyes. My eyes happen to be an odd shade of
gray. This in past years has been a benefit and a curse. Growing up I had a
very hard time with kids in the neighborhood because of my mixed heritage,
being a foster child and being raised by white people like Jean and Mike. The
black kids often teased me and excluded me, and the white kids were just as
cruel. Dante has similar troubles and I think this is one reason why he and I
are so close in so many ways.
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Chapter One
Darren's story


It seemed to day would be another one of those painful days in school.
Robert, Dante and myself were late waking up because Robert had a date the
night before, and we all stayed up listening to his tales of sexual conquest.
When the alarm sounded, it seemed I had just gone to bed. Especially after
Dad had to tell us to go to bed many times before, unfortunately his bedroom
is right under ours. We have complained to mom to let us move to the basement
because it is larger and the 3 boys needed the space. Emily wanted this too
because then she could have her own room. Mom was unmoved though, she was
afraid because the basement had its own entrance that she'd never have
control of us coming and going, and she is probably right. Anyhow back to the
Boys. Dante and Robert both know I am gay, I suspect they knew before I did
and a lot of my first sexual experience came from them. When Dante discovered
jacking off (I guess from catching dad doing it one night) he shared it with
the rest of us. Even though I could not cum at the time I got in to the habit
of jacking off just to feel the pleasure. Sometimes we would all do it at the
same time. It was Robert that first suggested sexual contact, when we were
around 7, 9 and 11 Robert and some of his playmates came up porno magazines
in one of the boys older brothers room. In the pictures they had shown
different sexual acts, and combined with this knowledge, learning how to jack
off, the 3 of us just went from there. We played around like this for years,
usually the older boys would be doing something to me. When they became teens
and able to shoot cum, that is when they discovered I seemed to enjoy it the
most when they shot on me or whatever. It was Robert that one decided I
should give him a blow job. He has just gotten home from little league
baseball and was changing to take a shower. For some reason he was real
horny, and there I was watching him get undressed my little dick tenting my
shorts.

"Hey Dar, seems like you sprung a woody, you like watching me huh?" Robert
teased as he shook his now hardening dick at me. "So what do ya say we help
each other out?" I just smiled at him and shook my head yes wondering what he
had in mind. "Dar come over here on my bed and lay beside me" now we have
done this many times before, laying beside one another with our stiffies in
our hands whacking off watching one another. This time was a little
different. Robert Sat up and watched me beat of. I had my shorts down around
my ankles, Robert got between my legs and removed them, and before I could
say anything he grabbed my cock and stroked me, rubbing my balls as he went
along. With the other hand he rubbed my belly and my nipples, which have
always been like a direct current to my cock. My body trembled. Robert did
this getting me close to a dry orgasm and then backing off he did this
several times leaving me frustrated "OK, I am gonna let you come, but not
before you help me out first." Rob was loving the teasing he was giving me, I
think back now and he always had this dominance in him. "Oh Rob anything
Please just let me cum I can't stand it" I moaned my body twitching in little
spasms. "No prob little Bro, just slow down, first you gotta do me a favor"
Rob said with a sinister smirk on his face." Well Darren since you like to
watch me get undressed I think you deserve a closer inspection, so I want you
to get down here between my legs like I did you." I immediately obeyed his
request, sliding off the bed and jumping between his legs. Rob slipped his
jock the rest of the way off. I got down between his legs to get a good look
at his dick. Rob was a red head and he was just starting to get a little puff
of pubic hair, and judging from his dads body, Robert would probably be
mostly smooth. Rob had the start of a treasure trail and this is what I loved
most, in addition to the hair on his legs. Unlike Dante and myself, we are
both very smooth, Robert was by no means hairy but he had more hair than us
and the color fascinated me. "OK Dar play with my nuts while I stroke" I
started rolling Robert's balls around in my hand, they way he loved, Rob
liked his nuts to be abused, this always interested me so I pulled, stretched
and did what I could to cause him the pleasured pain he desired. I learned
early on the different things that my brothers liked. With my face so close
to his dick and watch the action, Rob grabbed a hold of the back of my head
"I want you to suck my dick, Dar" I pulled away... "No way are you crazy?" I
screamed, but Robert held me in place with his thighs "Oh come on you know
you want to, remember the guy in the magazine and how the girl was sucking
him, it can't hurt you. I just want to know what I feels like" Robert begged.
"I dunno Robert I ain't done nothing like that before." I mumbled, even
though I had not done anything like that I truly had dreams of taking my
brothers cock, my dads cock or any cock down my throat, ever since I heard
about the things the women did in the magazine to the mans cock. Even still
something was holding me back, some unknown fear I guess. Leave it to Rob to
convince me," "Oh come Darren don' t be a baby all your life" Rob complained,
"Well at least, just do it for a minute, only a minute OK?" I was still not
sure I liked the sound of this, but I did not want Rob calling me a baby like
he often did when I would not do something he wanted. (even to this day he
has a way of making me do things he wants, by goading me like that, now
instead of baby he says whuss or whimp).  "OK Rob, but only a minute and no
funny business if I stop, then you stop too" I complained a little hesitant.
"If?" Robert smiled, "you mean when right?" he chuckled as I closed my eyes
and slipped the head of his penis in my mouth. Rob moaned, and tried to shove
deeper causing me to choke and pull off "Hey! What did you do that for?" I
yelled confused and fighting back the vomiting reflex.  "Oh man sorry Dar, I
could not help it just felt good, I dunno I can't explain it. " Rob said with
his eyes shut tight, he never opened them has he beat his dick to a really
fast orgasm, shooting cum all over his chest and face, and with a quick dart
of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth to taste his own cum. "Eww dude
you are one gross guy." Robert just laughed at me as he grabbed his towel and
headed for our bath room.

That was one of my earliest memories of playing with Robert. We did things
like that often until he discovered girls were willing to do it too, and he
started dating. Still ever so often he would wake me up in the night when he
got home from a game or a date or something just to mess around. Robert and
Dante hardly ever messed around with each other, although they would jack off
together, sometimes they would double date. Often times they would have sex
with the same girl. Dante was not much for dating girls, not as often as
Robert over the years. I soon discovered that Dante was Bisexual and leaned
more towards being gay. I think it might have been harder for Dante to deal
with such things. His self esteem was very low, I could never figure out why.
By the time he was 14 he was almost 6 ft tall, he was hung with a good 8 1/2
cock, he had a toned muscular swimmers body and a beautiful brown complexion
that made most people jealous. I guess not only did I envy Dante, but I had a
secret crush on him too. I spent every free minute he would offer me hanging
out with him or tagging along. As I said before we were very close.
Eventually things started to change for us. Dante was getting into more
trouble at school, he was held back a year, so he and Robert were in the same
grade. Our parents were worried because Dante become more distant and
combative. For a short period of time he got into drugs and just hanging
around the wrong crowd. I think he might have been a lost soul trying to find
a place he fit in. I could see he was increasingly more and more unhappy.

Well anyhow back to my story:

This morning was already starting off bad. Dante and mom were going at it
because we all awoke late. Robert was going to have to drive us, mom and dad
took Dante's car away from him as punishment, not much more they could do to
him since he was 18. It took all I could to get Dante to go to school this
morning. I had to beg him.  The car was silent almost all the way to school,
there was a slight tension in the air. Robert was pissed, mostly because he
was giving us a ride in his car, he is particular about the stupid car. His
grandfather gave it to him as a present for making it to the finals a brand
new 2000 gold mustang convertible. I gotta tell you I know nothing about
sports, but I assume this was a big deal because Grandpa made a huge fuss
over it.
When we arrive at school, Robert is greeted by his current girl friend. Dante
heads over to his usual crowd. It turns out Robert's disobeying the spend
limit got us to school on time after all.
The day was long and hard for me. I was in a terrible mood. Some bitchy black
girl named Keisha made it her business to call my Gechee. Gechee is a
derogatory term black people use in reference to others of mixed race. So my
day was not going well. Keisha's boyfriend was worse, he cornered me in the
bathroom and tried to get me to suck him. He was more taunting me than being
serious. It was good to have Dante there, because I ran into him later and
told him of the problem. It seems he had a little chat with Keisha's
boyfriend, and whenever he saw me he would look away for avoid me. That was
one bright spot. When I got to my history class my professor decided to make
an example of the type of writing he expects from the students by using my
history report. This only served to further alienate me from the black
students.

 I had only two good friends, a black girl named Josie that happened to be
lesbian, and white guy named Brent. Brent was a typical southern boy, in many
way similar to Robert, only Brent was taller and slim and not very athletic
the basketball coach is dying to get Brent to join the team. Unfortunately
even with a lot training Brent would be a failure at basket ball. Brent was
about 6 ft and weighted about 145 so he was on the skinny side (but boy did
he have a big dick he was already pulling 9" in the 9th grade. I used to joke
with him and say each grade his cock grows another inch. That is how good a
friendship we had, even though he was totally straight, he was a decent guy
and we shared everything (well I left out the sleeping with my brothers
stuff). What made Brent an out cast was his like of sportsmanship, because in
the South sports are huge, if you did not play sports you were thought to be
a fairy as the jocks called it. Also Brent was a virgin t he vowed to be a
virgin until he got married and it never bothered him that he was a virgin,
that is why I say he is very grounded, just not very talented in anything I
can think of.  Josie was another story, she used to screw guys left and
right, and until finally one guy did her so wrong she just turned lesbian.
Josie is a very pretty black girl she has deep dark ebony skin. Long wavy
hair like Chili from TLC, and a tiny body with the biggest tits in class. One
more thing that made Josie so outstanding his her voice, she has a beautiful
singing voice and the uncanny ability to totally lose her accent when she
sang. Our biggest source of conflict was her love of Celine Dion, I can't
stand that woman. Josie was studying opera and has a nice coloratura that
would make Mariah cry. This made her an outcast among girls, I think because
they were jealous and Josie used her range steadily and with accomplishment.
This is probably why Josie and I got along so well, not to mention Keisha
called Josie the same names, just because she has such "good" hair, a source
of pride among black women. What made Josie the most unique is that she was
from Trinidad, and she had a think accent. So the three of us were pretty
tight, I was already sitting in our spot under the willow tree at lunch break
when Brent and Josie arrived. "What' eating you Dar? Josie said. "Well if you
were a hot guy, I'd hope it would be you...no I am kidding the day just sux,one
word Keisha"I rolled my eyes when is said this.  "I don't understand why the
two of you let that little bitch get to you, she is so ghetto it is pathetic
and she has very little going for her. I heard she was pregnant" Brent said.
Now the one flaw Brent had was his intolerance for people that did not speak
proper english, he and Josie often butted heads over her improper use of
words or such, I do believe he will be an english professor. I never let him
get to me though, I simply say "We can't all be a Dictionary like you Brent"
and that usually shuts him up. "Brent you are right I should not let her get
to me, but among that group of kids she is so popular, and its because of her
that they treat me and Josie like shit. It is hard to be an outcast among
your own people it just gets to me sometimes, its like I have a triple
negative against me, Being gay, being mixed and being raised by white people,
I can't win for losing." I guess I was feeling sorry for myself this day,
which is unusual for me, but lately I had been getting so frustrated. The
tension at home with Dante, the stress at school, It was all starting to
depress me and my grade were starting to show it . I am not a super brain
like my foster sister Karen, but I am a good student, the A-B range. I was
now sporting C and D's, I could not focus in class, the harassment was
increasing and the threats were too. In fact before Dante got his jeep taken
away, he was my ride home so I would not have to deal with shit on the bus.
They seemed less hostile to Jody, because the fellas had the hots for her,
little did they know she was lesbian.
We all ate lunch in silent for a while until Brent spoke, "Did I tell you
guys my parents are leaving town for 4 days? Pop has a medical convention
over in Virginia, so I have the house all to myself, with the occasional
visit by my grandma to keep an eye on things." I was amazed that Brent
persuaded his mother to let him stay alone, she had such tight apron string
around Brent that his father feared he'd turn queer." Does this mean were are
going to party at your place?" Josie said. I could see the wheels turning in
her head, she was dating a college girl and it was super secretive and the
only way they got to meet up was in this type of environment. "Well I was
hoping the 2 of you would come over. Amanda is gonna be coming over, and I
just need the support of you guys so I do not give in. We have been doing
everything but going all the way, and I am not sure how much more I can
take," Brent blushed. I loved to see him blush because it made him look like
a little boy.

Brent and Amanda had been dating since the later part of 8th grade when it
was just puppy love, but now they are more serious and Amanda is turning into
quite a pretty girl. She is blond petite and also has huge boobs (Brent's
very thing about her). Yeah so my friends were all dating, me I was all
alone, probably another source of my depression. There were a few guys I
suspected that were gay, like Anthony Jackson. A really cute black guy he was
about 6ft 160 toned muscle of a basket ball player. He was medium in
complexion but had the sweetest brown eyes like drops of chocolate. Oh and
his ass his ass was so round, I believe it would be called a bubble butt. All
I know is the back of his jeans fit him nice and snug and the front of his
jeans did very little to hide his monster dick. I was lucky enough to see it
in Gym class one day. We had just finished a game of field hockey and were
heading for the shower (my least favorite part of gym class). I usually
mucked around so I could be the last one in the shower so I was alone, or I
tried to be the first so I could get in and get out in a hurry. The
harassment I got in the shower was unbelievable. Anyhow back to Tony (as we
called him) Tony was one of the last fellas in the locker room when I
finished my shower. He was getting changed and lucky for me his locker was in
the same aisle as mine just at the opposite end. While I was sitting on the
bench drying my hair, I had my towel over my eyes, but I removed it just in
time to see Tony's towel slip by mistake, and what a blessed boy he was. That
was the first time I sprung a hard on in gym class. Tony did not notice my
erections thank God, but he did notice me looking. He did the oddest thing,
he smiled at me and winked. I got so embarrassed I looked away and avoided
eye contact with him for the remainder of our dressing up. My mind was still
on Tony when Josie shook me " Darren were you listening to a word we said?" I
snapped back to reality with an obvious frown on my face "Geez you don't have
to shake my brains out I heard what you said" I lied to Josie. "Well what is
the answer then?" she pushed.
"Answer...ah yeah, yes that is fine with me" I stumbled. Josie rolled her eyes
it was obvious I did not hear the question. "Man you are in another world you
are such bad company today, anyhow I need to get going I will call you guys
later on tonight. I have Doctors appointment to get to after 4th period.
Josie left Brent and I to eat the remainder of our lunch in Silence. " I
think I am gonna go to the school nurse" I said, I am feeling awful and I
have a pain in my stomach."

 Brent walked with me to the nurse and said our goodbyes, "Dar I'll call
later tonight see how you doing, later bud". The school nurse is a pain in
the ass. She is a very large white woman that is overly loud and likes to
accent her words with her deep southern drawl for dramatic affect as if she
were in a stage production. When she asked me to lie down and pull up my
shirt, I did so. The nurse would push certain areas of my stomach "Darren do
you feel any pain when I push here?" the nurse asked. "YES!" I screamed "So
please don't push there" oh the agony was unbearable. "How long have you had
these pains?" the nurse inquired. "I don't know off and on for about a month
or so" I confessed. "Have you told your parents?" "No Ma'am, I just thought
it was because I would eat to much so I just stopped pigging out." The nurse
gave me a dirty look and I realized she thought that was a dig at her, a
smirk appeared on my face. "Well I am calling your parents right now." She
said as she went into her office and closed the door. About 10 minutes later
she came back, "You will stay here, your Mom is coming to pick you up in 10
minutes". Sure enough mom was there 10 minutes later, the nurse took her into
the office and closed the door, I could not hear a word they were saying, but
every so often I could see my mom turn and look my way with a pained
expression. When she came out she gathered me up and walked me to my locker.
"Get your things Darren, I will be right back to collect you I need to sign
you out for the day." My mom headed over to the administration office,
leaving me leaning against my locker. Just as the 4 period bell rang letting
kids out of class. The hall quickly filled up. Robert passed by me "Hey Dar I
saw Mom getting out of Dante's car do you know whats going on, hey are you ok
you don' t look so...DAR!!!" that was the last thing I heard as I slipped down
the locker and hit the floor.

When I came to, I was in a bright white room, I had no idea where I was, and
there was tubes taped to my face and in my arm. "Oh shit I thought to myself,
this can't be good" When I looked over to the left I saw my mom smiling at
me. "Mom where am I?" "Hush child, you are in the emergency room, you passed
out. No be quiet and don't move." she warned with a tone that told me to do
as she said. That's when I heard hushed voices just outside the door which
was slightly ajar "An Ulcer!" someone said loudly, "Are you sure Doctor" it
was my dad I recognized his voice.
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This is my first installment of this story, so let me know what you think so
far. All comments welcome. Harassing e-mails will be ignored. Hope to hear
from you soon. Regards
GB (gembud30@aol.com)

(RIP Justin Case) Thanks for all you have done, you will be missed.