Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2016 07:31:35 -0500
From: Selfish Objects <selfishobjects@gmail.com>
Subject: Not the Normal Way Part 1

This story contains sexual encounters between males. If you are not
interested in this kind of story I would recommend visiting another
site. This is a true store but I have changed some names to protect
people's identities.


Not the Normal Way 1

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My name is Max and after telling a few of my escapades to guys on whisper
they convinced me to officially write some of them down. I think the best
place to start this story is when I was fourteen years old in Western New
York and I first had sex with a boy. But some back story. I had grown up in
a well off family who had lived in the Southwest for most of my
childhood. We had moved back to the city of my birth when my fathers
company had been bought by a larger company and my father wanted to be
closer to his family. We had moved back when I was twelve.

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I had a group of friends in middle school and had done the normal sleep
overs which were really just excuses for childish games of truth or dare
that lead to dares to show everyone your penis and touch your
friend's. While I seemed to enjoy these games more than my friends I didn't
think it was anything more than that.

When I was thirteen I started to realize that while I though girls were
attractive, I never really had a crush on any off them. This realization
happened when I joined the wrestling team at my middle school. I had played
soccer and baseball as a kid but wrestling drew me like no other sport
had. You can guess the real reasons I enjoyed it but I was innocent to
them. But as our high school was Division 1 at states our coach took his
job seriously. While I had never been fat, the pudge that kept me warm soon
started to vanish, replaced by muscle. Three hours of practice and using to
school gym would do that.

Rolling around with the biggest jocks in my middle school had taught me
three main lessons. First, that I was definitely attracted to
boys. Secondly, that in the wealthy, white suburb that I lived in, boys
were not supposed to pop a boner at the sight of a jock dressed in a skin
tight spandex singlet. So lastly, I learned that I would need to think of
starving puppies and grandma a lot to keep everyone else from realizing my
new found attraction.

I knew people could be gay, the news mentioned the gays periodically and my
conservative parents had never had anything great to say about them. I was
confused because I still liked girls. Bisexuals were never really news
worthy, but I found out about being bi from the internet when I was up late
at night looking at porn.

So there I was. I was fourteen, pale with a freckled complexion, slightly
shorter than my friends at 5'4". I was in amazing shape and was in the 135
pound weight class due to the muscle that I had put on. My short cropped
hair was a metallic copper and while my penis had already hit puberty and
my erection was almost six inches long my body was pretty much hairless. I
was proud of my pubes that were so red I understood where the term "Fire
Crotch" came from but otherwise I might as well have been shaved.

It was about eight thirty at night and I was getting out of practice. I got
a text from Scott, a friend of one of my teammates, asking if I would want
to come over to watch the movie Saw. My parents had been appalled by the
plot and hadn't let me see it, so I called my mom and blatantly lied to her
about a non existent project, got permission to sleep over and decided to
walk to Scott's house, which was about ten minutes from school. I set out,
my hair still wet from the showers.

Now I was never a really big horror fan but Scott was an attractive guy and
sitting on a couch next to him sounded way better than heading home to
finish my homework by myself. Scott was about 5'6" and lanky. His dirty
blond hair was always falling in his face covering his cerulean blue eyes,
and I thought it was adorable when he would brush a hand through it to
clear his vision.

When I arrived at his house he opened the door in pajama pants which showed
off his lean torso to great effect.

"Hey," Scott said pulling the door open, "I'm glad you came! I didn't
really want to watch Saw alone and all my friends are wussies."

"No problem!" I replied trying to keep my surprise at the state of his
undress out of my voice. "My parents wouldn't let me see it in
theaters. Something about how it was gore for gore's sake or something."

"My Mom's heading to bed but we can watch it in my room. Did you already
eat?" Scott asked cocking his head.

"Not really," I shrugged, "Ate a PowerBar before practice but that was a
few hours ago."

"What do you want?" Scott asked as I dropped my backpack and the bag I kept
my wrestling gear on the floor by the line of shoes near the door.

"Just something easy, Coach doesn't want me adding on any weight as I'll
jump into the next weight class." I complained as we walked up the steps
into his kitchen. "You have any chicken nuggets or pasta?"

"Sure, Mom made spaghetti for dinner and there's some leftovers in the
fridge." He opened the fridge and bent over to grab the container. It would
have been a casual gesture but his pajamas caught under his feet and slid
down giving me a spectacular view as they revealed the better part of a
perfectly formed ass which happened to be pointed right at me.

"Awesome! Don't bother heating it up. I enjoy it cold." I responded
covering my growing penis with my hands. I hoped the cold my help me
control it as all I was wearing my singlet, white v-neck, and a pair of gym
shorts. Neither of which would provide any cover for my growing member
which was deceptively large for my stature.

Scott caught me ogling his butt and hands me the container forcing me to
grab it with both hands. I could swear he glanced at my crotch before
pulling up his pajamas slightly as he started walking out of the kitchen
with half his ass still hanging out. "Well my room is this way." Scotts
says over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

I grabbed a fork from the counter and followed the lanky boy down the hall
with the container of spaghetti resting against my crotch as I ran through
my mental wrestling routine trying to make my hard on vanish. As I walked
into the room that Scott had walked into I find him sprawled out on a queen
size bed with a decent sized flat screen at its foot.

"Come on", Scott said patting the bed beside him. "The DVD's already
in. Sit down and I'll hit play."

I cross the distance to his bed not quite believing my luck. Sitting cross
legged on his bed I pop the lid off the spaghetti and Scott starts the
movie.

"I haven't seen it either," He admitted in a conspiratorial tone as the
menu zooms away and the previews start. "How was practice?"

"Ugh," I groaned, "I think coach is trying to kill me. He paired me up
against Jake for the first hour running drills, before having us wrestle
three fifteen minute matches in a row. The last hour and a half was spent
running endurance laps. Which is basically sprinting across the gym, bear
crawl all the way back, then grapevine across again and jog back to due it
all again."

"He paired you off with Jake?" Scott asked sympathetically. Jake is the
reason I knew Scott. He had a good four inches on me and while he wasn't as
built as I, he was two weight classes above me and his reach far exceeded
mine. "You must be sore as fuck."

"Not having to deal with my parents yelling at my brother's band practicing
in the fourth garage more than makes up for it." I replied. "Plus the walk
over here worked out most of the kinks in my legs."

Scott grabbed the pillows from his half made bed and tossed them towards
the foot of the bed and slid to his stomach. He slapped the other pillow,
"Well relax. My mom said that this movie made her jump so many times she
thinks she lost weight. Might as well get comfortable, you've already
worked out tonight."

I barely recall what he said because while he slid forward, his pajamas had
not. For the second time in not even ten minutes I was staring at Scotts's
beautiful bubble butt. A surge of blood filled my penis bringing it to full
mass.

"Um..." I stammered, "I d-don't want to spill any sauce. I'm almost done."
My mined searched for a way to lay down next to what was rapidly becoming
more than just a friend of a teammate without him seeing that I was rock
hard. My eyes flickered from his face to his ass and back nervously. My
heart had started racing. I finished what was left in the container trying
to buy myself time. "What should I do with the dish?" I asked out of
desperation.

"Just put in on the floor." Scott said while unconsciously pulling his
pajamas back up to covering maybe half of his butt.

I scooched myself off the bed using the container as a shield and bent down
to place it on the ground. Then in my most awkward teenage manor lunged
back onto the bed safely hiding my penis beneath my body.

"So I stopped by the locker room after practice the other day `cause Jake
had my notes from science. Does the whole team always shower after
practice?" Scott asked, "I never see any of the other teams do that."

The thought of all of the naked sculpted bodies of my team members made my
penis throb. "Well," I started, "wrestling is the only sport besides
swimming that uses every muscle group in your body. I skipped the shower
one day and my mom complained the entire drive home that I reeked of B.O."

"It was quite a sight. Did you miss that practice?" He asked rolling on his
side to face me, his abs forming a "V" pointing right to his crotch. I
could just see the blonde peach fuzz of his pubes above his sagging
pajamas.

"No," I reply not seeing where the conversation is going. "I usually shower
in one of the stalls."

"Why?"

My face flushed noticeably red from is regular paleness. Unable to think of
a lie to the unexpected question, my mouth blurted out a truth. "I popped a
boner in the showers a while ago and the team teased me for weeks till the
coach heard. Then he made it worse by sitting the whole team and having
"The Talk" with the entire team." I shift my weight wondering what trouble
my penis's repeat performance would cause. "It was embarrassing enough that
I figured I'd shower by myself."

"Jake told me about that. Happened to all of us I guess." Scott said
patting my shoulder with camaraderie. "All of those hot bodies sure gave me
a hard on. I had to wait outside till Jake came out to grab my notes."

I turn to look straight as him in surprise, "We do work out a lot." I
stated vaguely.

"I know!" Scott smirked, "Your giving those shorts a hell of a work out."

I glanced down. Sure enough I had leaned on my side; exposing the erection
my shorts were struggling to contain.

"I... um... I..." I squeaked out my voice breaking into a childish tenor. I
attempted to cover my crotch with my free hand.

Scott knocked my hand away scooting closer with his other hand, "Wow! Jake
wasn't kidding. Your dick is huge!"

I laid there speechless. My brain was tumbling over itself till it heard
the sentence for the forty-third time. "What do you mean Jake wasn't
kidding?"

Scott smiled slyly, inching closer. "Well I thought I was the only gay at
school till Jake mentioned your little incident."

The movie progressed completely forgotten in the background.

"What do you mean? I'm not gay!" I spat the half-lie through my teeth
without thought.

Leaning forward, Scott closed the remaining distance between us, pressing
his lips against mine. My hand that had been about to push him away was
suddenly pinning him to me. His left hand cradled my head, his breath was
minty fresh, while his other hand had started exploring underneath my
shorts. It seemed like minutes or seconds when we finally came up for air.

"Really Max, you're not gay?" He asked through a laugh.

"I'm bi..." the confession stole past my thoroughly kissed lips. Still
breathless I gasped at what I had just admitted aloud. "I'm bi." I repeated
more forcefully. My world was spinning. In a half an hour I had gone from
expecting an ordinary night at home to coming out to the beautiful boy who
had kissed me senseless and was still stroking my dick.

"Have you ever done anything with a guy?" Scott asked. His beautiful
eyebrow arching questioningly as his blonde hair fell across his face.

Experiencing lust is not something that is easily described, though I'm
sure a few of you have felt it before. So rather than attempt to explain
the rush of energy flooding though my body I'll just jump right to the
result.

I grab the top of my singlet and shorts and shove them down to my
knees. And like a waiter pulling a tablecloth from a table, Scott's hand
landed on my completely exposed erection.

Looking straight into his deep blue eyes I state,"I'm about to."

The look of sudden surprise on his face was replaced with the mischievous,
horny smile that only a teenage boy can manage.

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Scott leaned in for another make out session when I pulled him on top of
me. His lean frame pins me to the bed. Our inexperienced hands were just
beginning to learn the muscles and ridges of each others' bodies.

Scott's mouth slid from my lips begin to suck on my neck... It was a fire
had been lit inside of me.  A moan escaped my lips as the combination of
Scott's mouth and hand brought me more pleasure than I had ever
experienced.

"You seem to like that." Scott whispered in my ear. His hand speeds up its
ministrations.

I tried to agree with him as he coaxed another moan from me instead.

"Then something tells me you're going to love this..." he said sliding down
the bed till his mouth landed on the head of my cock. The sensation of his
lips sliding down my penis was amazing. It was warm and soft. He kept doing
this thing with his tongue that I hadn't seen in any porn that almost made
me cum. I start to push his head away.

"Fuck Scott, you're going to make me cum!" I complain.

That mischievous smile returns to his face.

"We can't have that," He taunts, "That would be much harder to sit on it if
it isn't hard."

"What?!?" My voice cracks again.

"Your saying you don't want to fuck me?" He asks. His eyes are flooded with
lust in the low light.

"But, but, um..." I start.

Scott laughs, "Exactly! That's how guys fuck. You'll fuck my ass with that
secret you've been keeping between your legs!"

I started to utter another completely unintelligible sentence that Scott
transmuted into more moans as he started going to town on my dick and
balls. I started feeling an orgasm building and got Scott's mouth off me
moments before it hit its crescendo. Smiling he jumped off the bed and
opened his desk drawer and pulled out a short clear bottle with a purple
lid.

"Mom said that if I was experimenting I should use this so I didn't hurt
myself." He said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's lube! So I can fit that thing in me!" Scott answered, squirting some
lube into a hand.

He grabs my dick with the lubed up hand and starts jacking me off. He milks
another sentence of moans from me.

"SCOTT!" I moan, "Your going to make me CUM!"

Scott relents, and grabbed more lube.

"But what can I do if I can't touch your front?" He asked with a devilish
grin.

All of a sudden I feel something poking my butt, moving steadily closer to
my virgin hole. I grabbed at Scott's hand to stop him from touching
something even I hadn't explored. But while I successfully grabbed his
wrist his finger was still within reach. Before I could react his finger
started to swirl on my hole, eliciting a very primal grunt. Nothing has
made me make a sound anywhere even close to that... His finger made me feel
something that I'd never felt.

"I guess I'll play with your other side." He informed me, applying more
pressure.

My grip loosened and Scott's fingers started worked their way inside
me. The pressure became to much and I winced. Scott's expression became
concerned.

"Fuck you're tight," He complimented me. "Can I try again with a bit more
lube?"

Honestly my ass hurt but this was farther than I'd ever gone. "I guess, but
slower?" I asked.

He poured more lube on his fingers and started slower. It started to feel
different. Scott applied more pressure and worked his way inside. More
pressure came in short pulses as he worked his way deeper. I felt his
knuckle hit my hole. I still just feeling weird I was about to ask him to
stop when my dick jumped and a sound had I never uttered before came out of
me from the base of my diaphragm. Scott moved his finger again. It felt
like an explosion. Scott had found my prostate. Scott started to massage it
until I grabbed the pillow to muffle myself. It didn't work.

"Dude shut up," Scott whispered, "You're going to wake up my Mom!"

I tried to articulate words but the distraction in my ass proved to much.

"Haven't you ever touched yourself?" Scott asked withdrawing his finger
from me.

"No," I said after catching my breath. I propped myself on my elbows so I
could look at him. "Scott, what was that?"

"THAT," he grinned, "that is the pleasures of bottoming. That is why I want
to sit on this," he said grabbing my dick.

He slid off the pajamas that were barely hugging his hips and started to
blow me again my head rolled back. I felt a pleasant vibration from his
mouth and looked down. Scott had started to finger himself and was moaning
with my dick stuck all the way down his throat.The sight was incredible.

After a minute or two he sat up and pulled me to center of the bed. Adding
more lube to my dick he straddled me and positioned himself over
me. Leaning forwards he started kissing me. The kind of kissing that would
get you arrested in pubic. After a bit I felt him lower himself onto me.

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If you've ever made love with a guy you know the tightness and slipperiness
that envelops your dick. Words don't do it justice. So rather than say too
much I will say this.

It was tight.  It was warm.  It was the most amazing feeling I had
experienced.

If you have, you know what words can't describe. If you haven't I am truly
sorry.

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Something between a moan and a groan slipped from Scott's mouth and he
impaled himself on my dick. The warmth envelops me till I feel his gorgeous
butt cheeks rest on my pelvis. He lifted himself off and then fell back on
me and another short moan escaped his lips. He started to slide up and down
my dick a little faster and a little higher each time until those little
moans he kept making were almost continuous. It felt incredible.

While he was almost off my dick entirely I grabbed is hips, suspending him
above me. Scott looked at me confused. From the joy it looked like he was
having it was probably disappointment. Then I thrusted my hips upwards
burying myself in him ass; withdrawing and repeating until I worked Scott
up to his previous volume. After a few minutes I felt a cramp developing in
my abs, something that hadn't happened in a while, so I slowed down.

Scott rolled off me, throwing his feet in the air with a sigh. I was
grateful for a break till I realized that his feet were still in the
air. That beautiful hole was still pointed straight at me. I grinned as I
got on my knees and placed my dick at his entrance. He rested his legs on
my shoulders and I pressed forward. I felt ecstasy as that warm tightness
gripped me again and I slid right into home. I looked down at the beautiful
sight of us together and realized just how deep I was in his hole. He head
already rolled back in a similar sensation I guessed. I knew from the noise
he was making that I would have to try that when I had the chance. I
realized at that moment that I was thinking of those experiences in terms
of when, no longer if... My smile grew bigger.

Hoisting his legs higher I raise myself onto my tip toes and, I'd guess the
best description is, started to do push ups on his ass. Scott's moans
started to crescendo as my thrusts picked up their pace. After that my
teenage stamina started to give out.

"I'm going to cum!" I yell lost in the moment.

"Keep fucking me!" was the reply I got.

My balls tighten against me and I blew my load deep into Scott's tight
ass. I persist through my orgasm and continue my assault. After another
minute or two I feel another building. All of a sudden his ass clenches
down and his breathing gets ragged. The sudden vice like grip pulled me
over the edge again.

As I'm about to say it, Scotts panted, "I'm cumming!"

We both climax.

After a second or ten minutes, I couldn't tell I was lost to the feeling of
the afterglow, I withdraw from Scott's well used ass. We laid down on his
bed trying to catch our collective breaths.

"Holy fuck!" I said.

"That was amazing, " Scott confessed.

"I'm sorry I came so early..." I said blushing.

"You seem to have gotten off twice?" Scott asked questioningly.

"That was amazing," I repeated, explaining myself.

"Well you succeeded amazingly." He parroted, "I'm going to go empty out
this gallon of cum from my ass."

My face flushed crimson. "Sorry..." I apologized.

Scott rolled of the bed and walked into the bathroom that was attached to
his room. I heard a flush a bit latter, and he walked back into the room
and slides onto the bed. A muted scream from the forgotten movie makes me
look up.

"Do you have anything a bit more light hearted?" I asked.

Scotts laughs, "Definitely!" Rolling of the bed he ejected the DVD and the
television flickered to a black display with "Input_1" flashing randomly
across the screen. He popped another DVD in and the Simpsons pops on. I
groaned.

"You don't watch the Simpson's?" He looked at me unbelievingly.

"Not really, I usually just through on Cartoon Network and watch whatever's
on." I explained.

"Well then tonight you're in for a second treat," He said as he hit play
and the show starts. He grabbed his pillow and threw it back up to the head
of the bed. I follow suit as he slips under the covers. He snuggles up
close to me, making me the little spoon.

As we watched the show I ask "You're clean right?" The nights actions
catching up with me.

"Yeah" He confided.

"You seem to have done this before," I skirted the question.

"Jake's older brother caught me staring at the boys during swimming and
decided to give me some experience." He admitted.

"Jake's older brother is gay?" I asked astonished.

"Yeah," Scott responded.

"Anyone else gay at school?" I enquired.

"Half the fun is finding out!"

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This is where I'll end this part of the story. This is my first attempt at
writing something like this. Any honest feedback is welcome. Special thanks
to my boyfriend and my friend Tony for putting up with my attempt at
writing this all down and helping me make it make sense.