PART 1
A little bit about myself. I was 18 at the time, just turned 18 anyway. At the time, I was kind of struggling with my sexuality. I went to an all boys school and definitely knew I was attracted to me (being surrounded them all day) but I wasn’t out by any stretch of the imagination. A couple of my closest friends knew, but at the time no one in my college was out. I had a girlfriend (because it seemed like the right thing to do) but there wasn’t really any love there. I liked her as a person and we had fun, but I knew she wasn’t the one. I finished high school with reasonably good grades, but I didn’t have the best experience. I had some really good friends, but I lived in constant fear of being outed. So when I left school I decided to take a year out of education, get a job, earn some money.
I looked young for my age; I had a baby face and I was kind of skinny, mainly because of my stupidly fast metabolism and me and my friends walking every where; there wasn’t much else to do in the town I lived in. But my body wasn’t toned, I wasn’t athletic at all, I hated sport, I had dark brown hair, but my body was pretty hairless (apart from the usual places. All in all, I was your typical shy, introverted, closeted geek.
Anyway, the story. This happened 14 years ago, so a lot of the small details I can’t really remember, but the main stuff I definitely do.
It was my friends 18th birthday, the last person in our friend group to hit that big milestone. I’d turned 18 a month before, but with all my friends sitting their A-Levels, none of them could come out for my birthday. It didn’t matter though, I’d become friendly with some of the people at my work, just a supermarket, but they’d all made a big deal of my birthday, took me clubbing etc. Anyway, exams were over for everyone, and my friend decided we should have a joint night out, celebrating both of our birthdays and the end of exams. I’d started my first year of college that. But more on that later.
We started drinking at my friends, lets call him Mike, house, a group of 8 or 9 of us. He told us his parents had bought loads of booze for the occasion, and said they were going away for the weekend so anyone could stay over if they needed to. This was a god-send; at that age I hadn’t quite learned how to drink, and I didn’t really want my parents to see the state I was going to get in. We ended up going into the local city, a few bars, a few clubs. We drank, we danced and generally had a great time.
It got to about 3 in the morning, and we were all done. We got a taxi back to Mike’s house, well 4 of us did. The other 4 had pulled and gone their separate ways at random points in the night. Anyway, we got back to Mike’s house and said we should watch porn. Computer’s weren’t what they are today, and porn was no where near as accessible as it is now. In fact, looking back, it was barely porn. It was one of those soft-core moves they used to show on late night tv. I can’t remember the name of the film now, but it was a sci-fi ish movie about an all male crew transporting an all female group of, well, space hookers, to a space princes planet. The space hookers seduce the crew and, well you know what happens.
Like I said, I wasn’t out, and this was kind of a stressful experience for me. I was definitely more interested in the men than the women, but I couldn’t make it obvious that was what I was looking at, but I was getting extremely horny watching what was going on. Me and my girlfriend at the time had done some stuff together, but we’d never actually had sex.
Now I know what you were thinking, this is going to be some crazy friend circle jerk situation, but no. We watched the film, commented on how sexy the girls were, I even tried to talk about a red heads boobs, but I don’t know how convincing I was, and we went to bed. By the time the film had finished, it was nearly 5 in the morning and we were all shattered. We all slept in the living room.
The following morning, I woke up extremely horny and, to my surprise, an almost empty room. Mike opened the door, all dressed up saying he was going round to his girlfriends house. Groggily, and wiping the sleep from my eyes, I looked down at my mobile phone to a text off my mum saying her and my dad were going to one of their friends for lunch and the door would be locked. Shit, I thought, I’d left my key at home and I’d have to wander round my home town until they got back home. Luckily, Mike to the rescue. He said I could hang out at his, play some video games until my parents could come and pick me up. He just asked that I wait until his older brother got home from wherever he was that night, so he could lock the door.
Ahh, Mike’s brother Rob. He was.. well he was my first crush. He went to the local sixth form college which sat neatly between my high school and my home. Since a group of us always ended up walking home, we bumped into him walking home from college. He was the complete opposite of me, and everything I wanted to be. He was confident, outgoing, always had a funny joke or a witty quip. But at the same time, he was a lovely, down to earth guy. Always popped in to say hello whenever we were round at Mikes, always had a new song to show us or a game to play. And he was hot. Extremely hot. But more on that later. He’d moved away for University when my friends started college; he was two years older than Mike.
Now at that age, hangovers didn’t hit me as much as they do now, but I needed a shower. Quickly showering and dressing in the spare clothes I’d bought with me, jogging pants shorts and a t-shirt, I went back into Mike’s room and got stuck into playing a few games of Halo. I was so engrossed in the game that I didn’t hear the door open and close. A few wins and a few more losses later, and I needed to use the toilet. Not wanting to miss the start of the next game, I ran from Mike’s bedroom and burst into the bathroom, not realising the shower was running and someone was in it. I stood there, frozen in shock; it was Rob, completely naked, facing away from me.
I was transfixed by what I saw. I couldn’t look away. The water cascading down his toned back, my eyes travelled down his body, from his jet-black hair, to his cute bubble butt, down his strong defined legs, covered in a sparse coating of black hair. One of his hands squeezed on his cheeks, separating them and giving me a good look at his hole. It was slightly hair, the same black hair as on his head, not offensively so, but definitely hairier than on my own smooth teen boy hole. He rubbed soapy water around it, and let out a gentle moan. He turned round in the shower, and the mystery of where his other hand was was solved. It was wrapped around his meaty cock, gently rubbing the entire length. I was enthralled, but somehow managed to tear my eyes away from his cock and up his chest. His trimmed pubes led to his defined, v line and up to the thick, treasure trail of black hair, manscapped but obvious, made all the more prominent by the paleness of his skin. I counted a full six pack of abs, not overly defined, but definitely visible, and watched a free hand rub up his stomach to his pecks. Again, not overly huge, but definitely there, but what gripped me the most were his nipples. Big and round, and fully erect, he gave each of them a pinch before lifting his arms up to wipe his wet hair out of his eyes, showing me his arm pits. Then, he opened his eyes. Shit. I’ve been caught perving on his brother. Awkwardly, I turned and ran out of the bathroom.
A little bit about myself. I was 18 at the time, just turned 18 anyway. At the time, I was kind of struggling with my sexuality. I went to an all boys school and definitely knew I was attracted to me (being surrounded them all day) but I wasn’t out by any stretch of the imagination. A couple of my closest friends knew, but at the time no one in my college was out. I had a girlfriend (because it seemed like the right thing to do) but there wasn’t really any love there. I liked her as a person and we had fun, but I knew she wasn’t the one. I finished high school with reasonably good grades, but I didn’t have the best experience. I had some really good friends, but I lived in constant fear of being outed. So when I left school I decided to take a year out of education, get a job, earn some money.
I looked young for my age; I had a baby face and I was kind of skinny, mainly because of my stupidly fast metabolism and me and my friends walking every where; there wasn’t much else to do in the town I lived in. But my body wasn’t toned, I wasn’t athletic at all, I hated sport, I had dark brown hair, but my body was pretty hairless (apart from the usual places. All in all, I was your typical shy, introverted, closeted geek.
Anyway, the story. This happened 14 years ago, so a lot of the small details I can’t really remember, but the main stuff I definitely do.
It was my friends 18th birthday, the last person in our friend group to hit that big milestone. I’d turned 18 a month before, but with all my friends sitting their A-Levels, none of them could come out for my birthday. It didn’t matter though, I’d become friendly with some of the people at my work, just a supermarket, but they’d all made a big deal of my birthday, took me clubbing etc. Anyway, exams were over for everyone, and my friend decided we should have a joint night out, celebrating both of our birthdays and the end of exams. I’d started my first year of college that. But more on that later.
We started drinking at my friends, lets call him Mike, house, a group of 8 or 9 of us. He told us his parents had bought loads of booze for the occasion, and said they were going away for the weekend so anyone could stay over if they needed to. This was a god-send; at that age I hadn’t quite learned how to drink, and I didn’t really want my parents to see the state I was going to get in. We ended up going into the local city, a few bars, a few clubs. We drank, we danced and generally had a great time.
It got to about 3 in the morning, and we were all done. We got a taxi back to Mike’s house, well 4 of us did. The other 4 had pulled and gone their separate ways at random points in the night. Anyway, we got back to Mike’s house and said we should watch porn. Computer’s weren’t what they are today, and porn was no where near as accessible as it is now. In fact, looking back, it was barely porn. It was one of those soft-core moves they used to show on late night tv. I can’t remember the name of the film now, but it was a sci-fi ish movie about an all male crew transporting an all female group of, well, space hookers, to a space princes planet. The space hookers seduce the crew and, well you know what happens.
Like I said, I wasn’t out, and this was kind of a stressful experience for me. I was definitely more interested in the men than the women, but I couldn’t make it obvious that was what I was looking at, but I was getting extremely horny watching what was going on. Me and my girlfriend at the time had done some stuff together, but we’d never actually had sex.
Now I know what you were thinking, this is going to be some crazy friend circle jerk situation, but no. We watched the film, commented on how sexy the girls were, I even tried to talk about a red heads boobs, but I don’t know how convincing I was, and we went to bed. By the time the film had finished, it was nearly 5 in the morning and we were all shattered. We all slept in the living room.
The following morning, I woke up extremely horny and, to my surprise, an almost empty room. Mike opened the door, all dressed up saying he was going round to his girlfriends house. Groggily, and wiping the sleep from my eyes, I looked down at my mobile phone to a text off my mum saying her and my dad were going to one of their friends for lunch and the door would be locked. Shit, I thought, I’d left my key at home and I’d have to wander round my home town until they got back home. Luckily, Mike to the rescue. He said I could hang out at his, play some video games until my parents could come and pick me up. He just asked that I wait until his older brother got home from wherever he was that night, so he could lock the door.
Ahh, Mike’s brother Rob. He was.. well he was my first crush. He went to the local sixth form college which sat neatly between my high school and my home. Since a group of us always ended up walking home, we bumped into him walking home from college. He was the complete opposite of me, and everything I wanted to be. He was confident, outgoing, always had a funny joke or a witty quip. But at the same time, he was a lovely, down to earth guy. Always popped in to say hello whenever we were round at Mikes, always had a new song to show us or a game to play. And he was hot. Extremely hot. But more on that later. He’d moved away for University when my friends started college; he was two years older than Mike.
Now at that age, hangovers didn’t hit me as much as they do now, but I needed a shower. Quickly showering and dressing in the spare clothes I’d bought with me, jogging pants shorts and a t-shirt, I went back into Mike’s room and got stuck into playing a few games of Halo. I was so engrossed in the game that I didn’t hear the door open and close. A few wins and a few more losses later, and I needed to use the toilet. Not wanting to miss the start of the next game, I ran from Mike’s bedroom and burst into the bathroom, not realising the shower was running and someone was in it. I stood there, frozen in shock; it was Rob, completely naked, facing away from me.
I was transfixed by what I saw. I couldn’t look away. The water cascading down his toned back, my eyes travelled down his body, from his jet-black hair, to his cute bubble butt, down his strong defined legs, covered in a sparse coating of black hair. One of his hands squeezed on his cheeks, separating them and giving me a good look at his hole. It was slightly hair, the same black hair as on his head, not offensively so, but definitely hairier than on my own smooth teen boy hole. He rubbed soapy water around it, and let out a gentle moan. He turned round in the shower, and the mystery of where his other hand was was solved. It was wrapped around his meaty cock, gently rubbing the entire length. I was enthralled, but somehow managed to tear my eyes away from his cock and up his chest. His trimmed pubes led to his defined, v line and up to the thick, treasure trail of black hair, manscapped but obvious, made all the more prominent by the paleness of his skin. I counted a full six pack of abs, not overly defined, but definitely visible, and watched a free hand rub up his stomach to his pecks. Again, not overly huge, but definitely there, but what gripped me the most were his nipples. Big and round, and fully erect, he gave each of them a pinch before lifting his arms up to wipe his wet hair out of his eyes, showing me his arm pits. Then, he opened his eyes. Shit. I’ve been caught perving on his brother. Awkwardly, I turned and ran out of the bathroom.
