This is my first submission to this website, so any *constructive criticism is appreciated. Thank you.
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Growing up in a very small, close-minded town as a gay teenager was not an easy thing to do. In my high school, there were a little more than 300 people that attended. The school was filled with "hicks", as I referred to them (being the "rebellious" teen that I was), and finding another person to help ease some sexual tension was a very difficult, if not an impossible task to achieve. I was the only kid at my school who openly admitted to being a homosexual. No one seemed to mind, and even if they did I had a lot of the more "jocky" students behind my back in case they decided to cause me any trouble.
Despite being out of the closet, I was still unable to get any attention from someone who may even just be curious about sex with another male. My hand was barely enough to keep my high sex-drive under control, and I suffered through high school without another cock to play with. All I could do was go home (which was a 15 minute bus ride to the middle of no-where, mind you), and jerk myself off a few times before I passed out. It was a very depressing time in my life indeed.
So here I was, a recent high-school graduate, still living with my parents, and still a virgin. I didn't have a driver's license, so I was unable to contact anyone and meet up for some quick sex. I was average looking, 5 foot 5 inches with an average build, brown hair and eyes, and a raging member pressing against my jeans at all times. I never thought finding someone to fuck would be so difficult, it was just a matter of where I was raised. I was unlucky, to say the least. Until I got a phone call one evening.
I answered my phone with a confused "Hello?", not expecting a call at 11 PM at night. On the other line was what sounded like a very nervous guy, who replied with a very muffled "Hey... is this... Jason?" I confirmed who I was and then asked who I was speaking to. It was a boy from my high school named Jesse.
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Jesse was an adorable kid to say the least. He was an inch or two shorter than me, which was surprising seeing as how I was very short myself. We were only a year apart from each other in age, with him being 18, and myself being 19 at the time. He had curly light brown/dark blonde hair, the softest, most soothing voice I have ever heard, a smile that made me want to melt, and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. The only problem with Jesse was that he had very Christian beliefs, with his family being very harsh towards the gay community. That put me off a little, but I still managed to play out certain fantasies in my head, starring him.
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There was a brief silence on Jesse's side of the phone. I could tell that he was very nervous for some reason. "Hey..." he said sharply, "You're... gay, right?" I chuckled a little bit, and replied with, "Yeah, why?"
"I was just wondering because..." He paused for a while, "Because I was wondering if... I could try stuff with you?"
I was completely shocked, unable to grasp that I had just heard those words muttered from his lips. I collected myself because I realized that I had a golden opportunity to experience sex with a very gorgeous boy. "I mean... sure, if you want. What do you have in mind?"
"I just want to experiment a little. Do you mind if... I come over?" My parents were out of town, thankfully, so I agreed. I gave him the directions to my house and then prepared myself for what I might experience in the coming hours. I quickly cleaned my room, made my bed, and confirmed that I looked well enough to impress this beautiful boy. Then I waited in the most painful anticipation that I have ever experienced.
I saw headlights coming slowly up my driveway, and that is when my heart began beating extremely fast. I heard Jesse's car door shut, and foot steps up to my door, followed by three slow knocks. I tried to make myself relax a little, and then got up to answer the door. When I opened it, I saw him standing there, twiddling his thumbs, with a scared look on his face. He was just as cute as I remembered him being, seeing as the last time I saw him was at my graduation. I told him to come in, and he followed. I lead him to my room, and sat him down on my bed, he looked around, inspecting my living quarters. I asked him if he would like anything to drink. He respectfully declined.
"So... What are you interested in?" I asked, trying to get a word or two out of him. My heart was still racing. He simply shrugged his shoulders, and said "I'm not sure."
"We don't have to do anything that you don't want to." I said, reassuring him that I wasn't going to go to fast, make him uncomfortable, or hurt him. He relaxed his shoulders, and that is when I made my move.
I sat down beside him on the edge of my bed and unzipped his jacket about three quarters of the way down. Sliding my left hand underneath the fabric, I felt his firm chest beating away. While doing so, I could feel my dick begin to harden. I looked Jesse in the eyes and smiled. I always smiled when I looked into his beautiful eyes, even when I was in a bad mood. I moved in and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. I moved back and asked him if that was okay, he nodded, so I continued. This time, I parted his lips with my tongue and began to passionately kiss him. He was a little bit shocked at first, but then he relaxed and joined me. The friction that I felt between our tongues was turning me on so much, that now I had a rock hard erection, escaping out of the side of my briefs. I was still in disbelief that I was able to touch this boy in the way that I was.
Without parting our lips, I moved my hand slowly down his chest, and onto his lap. I softly squeezed at his crotch, making him let out a soft moan. I parted our kiss and once more asked him if he was okay with what I was doing. This time, instead of reassuring me, he moved in and began to kiss me once more. That was the reassurance that I needed to continue.