Date: Fri, 20 Mar 1998 21:09:33 PST
From: Mark Jenkins <icwhatumean@hotmail.com>
Subject: Being the Man

Disclaimer!

Why the hell am I putting a disclaimer on an pseudonymous text story about
a fantasy I decided to put down on electronic paper? This is truly an odd
society that we live in, but I guess since everyone else is doing it I
might as well conform like the good like robot I'm supposed to be. Anyways,
this is a fantasy story about fantasy young men having sex with fantasy
young boys. It is my first attempt at authoring a gay erotic story. There
is potential for many stories to follow. If you like this one, send me some
EMail and let me know what you think. Flames and/or attempts to salvage my
soul will result in a painful electric shock administered for each spelling
and grammatical mistake contained in the message. You may freely distribute
this story to every and all horny gay men you feel would enjoy it. If you
are not old enough to be reading smut like this, and have still managed to
gain access to it, I applaud you young man! Continue the fight!

And now, on to the aforementioned smut.

When I was a young man, my favorite way to annihilate brain cells was
smoking dope. I had first sampled the joys of marijuana when I was 15, and
by the time I had reached halfway into my 16th year I was a major pot
head. Now I didn't have, or want, a full time job that would pay me enough
money to support my brain candy habit. So of course I decided that the most
efficient way to deal with this problem would be to sell the golden harvest
to those so inclined to indulge in it's joys. I became known around school
as the man to talk to when you wanted to buy a few joints for the weekend,
and I usually charged five bucks for a fat doobie. The fact that I was only
paying a fraction of that for the quantity that I purchased allowed me to
make enough money to support a fairly decadent lifestyle for a sixteen year
old punk like myself.

Physically, I was 6', 150 pounds with a slight frame and flat, soft
belly. My dark brown hair was very straight and lank, but I usually wore it
in the latest cool style to accentuate my features. My German descent
endows me with blue eyes, which combined with my dark hair and pale
complexion give me very striking looks. All in all, I was leading a pretty
awesome life. The fact that I was homosexual did not deter me in my
lifelong quest for pleasure and enjoyment. On the contrary, I felt that it
enhanced my ability to live life in the fast lane without getting tied up
with babies, and other sticky relationship problems that are so common to
hetro couples. I was happy to be a queerboy and at the same time played the
straight persona to my family and friends at school. In fact, it amused me
to fool them all so convincingly, especially when you consider the fact
that I had had hetro sex maybe five times in my life. But they were all
indoctrinated to the idea that I was just as manly as the next guy, and I
used their firm belief in this fact to my advantage.

My favorite sexual escapade consisted of seducing boys younger than myself;
their initial innocence provided me with an erotic thrill that could not be
matched by sex with my peers. The fact that I always had a ready stash of
good dope only enchanted my ability to lower their inhibitions and raise
their libidos to the point that it was easy to initiate experimentation.
Usually I would start with the basics, but then move up to bigger and
better things before too long. I would normally have sex with a boy for one
to two months before the thrill of the conquest had worn off and I turned
my interests to other budding young adolescensents. I'll recount to you now
the tale of the very first time I got up the nerve to deflower my first
boy.

I lived in a large apartment complex, not the nicest in town but not the
ghettos either. Being in a working class part of town, there were lots and
lots of kids in the compound. I had of course gotten to know all of those
who enjoyed smoking bud from time to time. One of my dope buddies was named
Eric, he was my age and went to the same school as I did. We did not share
any classes, but we bonded over many gratifying bong sessions. He was a
rather large kid, and I did not find him especially attractive. But his
little brother, Ryan, was the cutest little shit on the planet. He had the
most awesome color of light red hair I have yet come across, it gave new
meaning to the term `strawberry blond'. Of course he was thin and
delicate, just the way I loved em.

Up until that point I had been having sex with my best friend Mike, but I
realized that there was something more that could drive my hornieness to
the next level. I had found it in Ryan. He was definitely a wanna-be kid,
trying to emulate his cool older brother in every way possible. Being only
recently turned thirteen, it made it hard for him to fit in with his
brothers friends and lifestyle. I usually made a point to go out of my way
and be friendly to him.

Over the last two years he had gotten stoned with his brother and me on a
few occasions. It was not very often that Eric would invite his little
shadow to get stoned and be with the rest of us. One weekend the evil
parents had taken a trip out of town, leaving the apartment to the care of
their trusted and vigilant oldest son. They really were not good judges of
character I suppose. Of course I ended up hanging out and partying with the
two brothers the whole weekend, getting baked out of our minds and sneaking
shots of Dad's Jack Daniels. On Friday evening, after a long hard night of
fun, I vaguely remember passing out next to Ryan on his twin size bed. He
was hammered as well, but had managed to get his jeans and T-Shirt off
before he dropped into oblivion.

I awoke the next morning to the sight of this gorgeous young manling lying
spread-eagled on his belly. His left left overlapped mine, and his ass was
nicely displayed in his tight white briefs. I have always been a huge fan
of briefs over boxers, and was glad that he chose the former as his method
of underdressing. My morning erection gave my small head control over my
senses, and I reached out my hand to gently stroke his naked back. Gently,
massaging his shoulders and midsection, I worked my way down his spine,
keeping an eye out for any indication that his sleep had been
disturbed. Noting no change in his breathing I allowed myself to softly
caress his cloth covered ass with one hand while squeezing my throbbing
seven inch dick with the other. I carefully unzipped my jeans and withdrew
my gooey cock and balls so that I had discreet access.

At this point my other hand had finally worked its way past his waistband
and down to his hairless ass. The sensation of touching skin so soft and
virgin was bringing me near the verge of climax when he began to stir. I
quickly withdrew my hand and pulled the covers up to hide my aroused
state. Ryan sighed a bit, and proceeded to roll over onto his back. I had
to pinch myself to assure I was still awake when I saw that his own stiff
pole had tented out his underpants. I figured that it was now or never and
reached my hand back to his nether regions, first gently and then more
firmly squeezing his prick. I estimated it to be a good five and a half
inches hard, and was impressed with its circumference and rigidity. I moved
my hand up his bare chest and began playing with his nipple. He moaned
slightly in enjoyment and I felt his heart beating a mile a minute. I knew
there was no way this boy was asleep and decided I was good to go solo with
him.

His underpants were lowered just to his knees, and I wasted no time in
engulfing his cock into my drooling mouth. The taste of fresh young boy was
intoxicating and I knew then that I would be addicted to that smell and
flavor for the rest of my life. My technique was excellent, so the blowjob
was brief. No sooner had I inserted his dick down my throat and stoked it a
few times than he blew his wad into my mouth. His body twisted and his
muscles spasm as the pleasure overtook that small young body. The spooge
was slightly runny, I could tell that his sperm production had not reached
it's capacity yet. I allowed him to fill my mouth with his warm goo, and
bathed his softening prick in its own ejaculate.

Not yet swallowing, I moved up to his head, admiring his beautiful young
features. His lips were slightly parted from his prior ecstasy and I
allowed a small drizzle of cum to fall between them. This must have caught
him completely off guard, he opened his eyes suddenly and looked up at
me. I gave him a shit eating grin, and when he returned it I lowered myself
to his mouth and exchanged his bodily fluids with him. It was extremely
erotic, and I was very close to my own orgasm. Knowing that I must wait to
get the reciprocation I desired, I planted my prick right next to his limp
wet shaft and began humping myself into him. Combined with the continued
tongue kissing I quickly blew my wad all over his small patch of pubes and
lower belly. It was quite a mess, but he quickly headed for the bathroom
and returned with a handful of toilet paper to clean us up with.

Nothing else was said, and as the day progressed I noticed that he was
giving me that stare normally reserved for fashion models and rock stars.
It stoked my ego as well as the fire of my sexual urgings. I knew that
tonight I could take it to the next level.


To be continued???