Becoming Gay. A teen's story.

Being a freshman in high school is a strange and wonderful thing. So many new feelings, urges and experiences. So many changes, so many posibilities.

My friend was two years older than me. Although I was curious, I would of probably never started to explore boy on boy sex had he not of made the first move. So young and everything, every emotion and feeling so fresh, so intense, so raw. It started with just a few comments, just a few touches. I don't know if he had done this before, but he soon had me trembling and clawing at the couch cushion. His mouth making me feel so incredible, so lost in the moment. My orgasm building, the pleasure mounting. Just me and his mouth. To the point of breathlessness, to the point of begging, he brought me to the wonderful release and I came harder than I had ever dreamed. If he were only to stand in front of me, his cock hanging bare just in front of me. If only he was putting his hands on the back of my head and directing me, I would had sucked his dick right then. I wouldn't, couldn't make that first move. Yet, had he just pulled my face into him, I would of licked and sucked him.

At first, I thought never again, but it was no more than a day later until I was craving that experience again. Actually craving even more this time. It sounds so silly, I know, but somehow it wasn't gay if I were to suck his cock in order for him to suck mine. A means to an end. That's what I told myself. Even though he had given me a blowjob, I didn't want him to think I was gay. That's how my teenage mind worked. Later on, weeks later, when he layed on top of me, both totally nude, not a stitch of clothing on, his tongue in my mouth, my hands cupping, caressing and squeezing his firm, round ass, it wasn't gay. I would of explained it away as I was only trying to grind my cock against him for my own pleasure. Again, I know, silly right?

Our next experience together, I knew I want to touch him also. I had so much young, horny, never ending lust and it seemed to all be, singularly, directed at his manhood. I watched, stared, as the object of my curiousity layed on his upper thigh when his pants came down. His tight balls seemed to be a magnet and my mouth steel. I was so nervous, but wanted this so much. Without any other thought and as if in some sort of sensual slow motion, I moved my open mouth to him. Feeling the firm ridges and wrinkles of his balls on my lips first, then the smooth shaft of his cock. I remember it so well, I wanted it so much. The thrill of cock, feeling it swell under my lips and tongue. Filling my mouth, touching the back of my throat. I loved it all. I loved the way it looked, I loved the way it felt. I loved the moans I could make him sigh out.

At some point he stopped me, breaking my intense focus, and leaned down. He kissed me, my first, our first kiss. After that, kissing girls always maybe me wish I could reach down and find a cock to stroke and balls to caress. Kissing made me want to slid down to my knees. Kissing made me want cock.

I felt my own cock leaking fluid as I lowered my eager mouth back down on him. His well defined cock's head, so full and engorged, made me act like a slut. Kissing, licking and worshipping it, before so very desperately taking it as deeply as I could. All with the intent, all with the knowledge that I would soon be tasting it's yet unknown to me, creamy load. I wanted to taste it, yes, but would I swallow it? Only a gay would swallow it, right?

When he came, I savored the odd taste and swallowed as much as he could give me. His body shook for me, quaking in the pleasure of orgasm. His breathing, heavy, for me, and for my cock starved mouth.

Another time, with him naked and laying on my stomach. My attraction and lust for ass came to completion. I felt it in my hands before softly spreading his cheeks open to expose his beautiful hole. I remember sighing as I moved my face down and licked his asshole for the first time. It felt and tasted so good on my tongue. It felt so natural when I pressed my hard cock against it. Lubed with my saliva and pre cum, I pushed myself inside him. With a pop and a gasp, I was inside him. His ass felt made for my dick. Warm, tight and inviting. With my balls pressed against the back of his thighs and ass, I came and filled his asshole with hot, sticky cum. No condom, I didn't even think of it. When I pulled my sensitive cock out, my cum ran out and down his balls. It looked so sexy. I ran my cum covered cock along his ass crack as he layed there spent.

He loved to get fucked and I loved fucking him. But, he loved swallowing cum even more. He bought condoms so that I could fuck his perfect ass and then pull out so he could remove it and suck the cum out from my cock. It was such a turn on, it felt so good. I'd move my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth just like I had just fucked his ass.

I had told myself it was just for sex, for my pleasure, and it was. But, I had to admit, at least to myself, how much pleasure I got from the rest of our time spent. How much I loved feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. How much I loved feeling his bare ass in my hands. Oh, I loved his ass! Especially as we kissed. Laying next to him and reaching down to touch and craddle his cock and balls. Our lips gently touching, our tongues gently caressing. Looking back, it seems as much "making love" as fucking. As much passion and lust, as carnal and primal.