Sweet 17...




It seems like decades ago, but yet I know it was only a few
years. Times change too quickly, people change too quickly...

	
My name's James. James Reyna. Most call me Jim though. I always
preferred Jim, it was what the Enterprise crew called James T.
Kirk. I was always a big sci-fi fan, my father and grandfather
virtually raised me in front of television with some "Star Trek"
show on it.
	
I'm now 22 years old, but my first true story of my life happened
when I was seventeen. I was a little younger then, in terms of
experiences. I lived a sheltered life, mostly because of how I
was raised. My mom did drugs up until I was about 16, as did my
step-father. My mom divorced my dad when I was about 10. My
step-dad more or less abused me. Nothing too serious, just some
beatings every now and then; I lived through it.
	
I moved with my grandparents when I was about 15, it was only at
first to attend driver's education, but later I just stayed with
them until I graduated High School. That's when my life began to
change, sometimes for the good, other times for the worse.
	
When I was about 13 or 14, I began feeling different. I was
smart, very smart for my age, and still am, and I knew then I was
beginning to go through puberty. But something was wrong...
	
I was never attracted to girls. Sure I had a few girlfriends here
and there, but they were mostly just cover. I knew from a very
early age I was gay. For a couple of years, I more or less
ignored it; either focusing on my school work, or trying to see
if I could find some way to become attracted to the female
mystery. All of my guy-friends were constantly drooling over one
girl or another. I was a white guy living in the middle of a
Mexican area, so most of these girls were very pretty Spanish
girls. I tried and tried, and I dated a few, never more than a
few months because I just never was very good with relationships.

	
Then I reached 16, and I was in the middle of a choir field trip
to Branson, Missouri. This was the turning point in my life.
	
The trip took 18 hours, and it was a long 18 hours. I ended up
getting shoved in a hotel room with a football jock (who was also
a very wonderful bass singer as well), a little guy, and a gay
guy. (you should be seeing the whole turning point thing)
	
I won't go into details about the other two, but I will tell you
about the gay guy. His name was Andrew Garcia. He was a Mexican
guy, skinny, very handsome for his age (15 at the time, he was a
Freshman, I was a Sophomore in High School) with black hair and
blond highlights, and wonderful body. He was also the second best
tenor in our choir, me being the first. I don't brag usually, but
this I can brag about, because it was completely true.
	
Regardless, we stayed up until around 3 A.M. doing nothing but
talking in the dark. Me and the jock shared one bed, Andrew slept
on the floor, and the other guy slept in the other bed. He had
already fallen asleep, but the rest of us were still awake.
	
Andrew kept being cryptic about some things he had on his mind,
and it turned into a kind of guessing game for me and Robert (the
jock). We ended up finding out before we went to sleep, that he
had a crush on a guy in the other room named, wouldn't you know,
Andrew. Yes, Andrew had a crush on Andrew.
	
The other Andrew was very, very straight, and always had a girl
beside him. He was basically the greatest looking guy in the
choir, and I'd even risk saying our school. He was gorgeous,
tall, tan (he was a lifeguard) and just beautiful all around.
	
Besides all of this, I also began to realize I was gay, and I
finally accepted it on that trip. Andrew to this day still
doesn't know how much he helped me. We ended up talking a lot
after the trip, and he told me things I don't think he would tell
just anyone, despite the fact he was pretty sure I was straight.
I didn't tell him I was gay until a couple years later when I
graduated. But he helped me through a lot, not even knowing it.
	
About halfway through my 17th year, I began becoming comfortable
with who I was. I eventually came out to about 6 of my closest
friends, and most of my family. I also began showing it a little
more in public, although reservedly. I had become a H.S. Junior,
and was about to go to 12th grade.
	
I had also fallen in love with a guy a grade and age year below
me. His name was Justin Mayes, and he might as well have been
named Einstein.
	
This boy (I call him that because he literally looked 12 years
old, even being an 10th grader) was the smartest person I had
ever seen, anywhere. He tackled anything in front of him, and he
was also a helluva gamer. He loved video games. Call of Duty,
Command and Conquer, Halo, you name it, he's beaten it at least
thrice.
	
He was also stunning. Short hair, which, to the touch, was soft
as silk. Small, pointed chin face, puppy dog eyes, short but
strong body, skinny but well toned. He was a golfer. He was
perfection... I cannot count how many days (and late nights) I
drooled over him. He was perfect.
	
But he was straight... as far as I knew. I had told him I was
gay, and he was ok with it, and was very loyal about keeping it a
secret until I told him he didn't have to any more. But he never
did pursue girls, and he never really hinted either way. He
worked hard at school, and enjoyed his games, that was all that
mattered to him.
	
But one night at his house changed my whole perspective of
life... and him... I don't know how I got lucky, but I did, and
by God, I cannot think of any other place, or person, I'd rather
be with...


*		*		*


"Justin!" I called as I sat down on the big leather couch in his
living room. We had rigged two computers up in there, and were
playing a game over the LAN. He had run to the bedroom or
something, I didn't catch which.
	
"What??" he called back.
	
"When the hell are you coming back? They're attacking your base
you know!"
	
"Well then hold them off! I'm looking for something!"
	
"Yeah, right." I turned back to toward the screen and started
fiddling with the controls.
	
A few minutes later he reappeared around the little table in the
dining room off to the right. "Sorry I took so long." He sat down
at his own computer. "I was looking for something."
	
"And what would that be?" I asked.
	
"Just something." He plugged in a small flash drive into his
computer, and music, Linkin Park, began playing over his computer
speakers, with the explosions of the game right behind it. "See?"
	
"Haha, nice. So, shall we kick these guys' asses or what?"
	
"Sounds fine to me!" he said, his face lighting up at the
suggestion, then he turned and focused intently on the screen. He
was so cute like that. If only he were gay. That face would be
covered in spit in no time flat... along with some other body
parts.
	
We played the game for about an hour, and then decided to take a
break. I was night by then, and we decided to go and get some
snacks. We hopped into my car, a nice little 1996 Chevy Blazer,
and headed to the store. After we got back, we sat down on the
couch and watched some TV on his giant flat panel HDTV. His
grandparents were quite rich, and even though the house they
lived in, along with him and his mother, was small, it was
luxurious. I still couldn't figure out where he slept though. His
family was out of town for the weekend, so he invited me over to
play some games and spend the night.
	
He munched down on his hot fries, while I sipped on my Sprite. We
were watching some comedy show, Punk'd, I think was the name.
Every now and then we'd laugh, me laughing harder than was
needed, as I found anything funny, VERY funny. We just sat there
for a couple of hours, before we got up.
	
"Hey Jim, I think I'm gonna hit the sack. How bout you? You gonna
stay up and play or what?" He walked over to a hollow stool.
	
"Eh, I think I'll go to bed too. I'm kinda tired." I sat back
down on the couch; my sleeping spot, like always.
	
"Here are some blankets and pillows then," he said as he opened
the stool and pulled out the fabrics. He gobbled them into a big
ball and threw them at me. I was no big boy myself, only 5 feet 9
and about 165 pounds. The ball caught me by surprise, and I
tumbled over on my side on the couch.
	
"Thanks a lot!" I said sarcastically.
	
"Sorry, shoulda been watching!" he laughed.
	
"Yeah, sure. Go get in bed shorty." I still towered over him by a
good 5 inches.
	
"Yes sir! Captain Jim sir!" He saluted briefly.
	
"Funny... jackass..."
	
"I heard that!" he shouted back as he was heading to his room. I
spread one blanket on the couch to sleep on, laid down, and then
put the other one on top of me. I drifted off pretty quickly,
mostly thinking of Justin... and what he looked like naked.
	
I arose sometime in the middle of the night to light foot steps.
The room was completely dark, so I couldn't see anything except
an outline of someone standing above me.
	
"Justin...?" I said as I wiped my eyes.
	
"Yeah... James... it's me..." he moved one hand for some reason.
	
"What is it?" I said, sitting up on the couch slowly.
	
"Dude... can I talk to you?"
	
"Well yeah... but what time is it?"
	
"4 A.M... I'm sorry to wake you up... maybe it was a bad ide-"
	
"No it wasn't," I cut him off. "I don't mind. Did something
happen? Did your grandparents call?"
	
"No... no it's not about them..."
	
"Than what it is Justin? You can talk to me, you know that." I
placed a hand on his shoulder-shadow. "You know that," I
repeated.
	
"Well... it's kinda weird... I dunno how to say it..."
	
"Then just say it. Dude, after all I've told you, I doubt
anything you tell me will be any worse." I had told him about my
earlier crush on Andrew and other things...
	
"Well... ok. I guess. James, it's taken... me a while to realize
this..." he mumbled something about God under his breath. "and I
don't know how to say it, other than just saying it-"
	
"Isn't that what I just said to do?" I jumped in.
	
"Well... yeah, but... quit interrupting me! Gah... forget it.
Just forget it."
	
"Oh don't you fucking dare Justin. I've done that to you so many
times and you end up making me spit it out, so now it's finally
my turn." I pulled him down onto the couch next to me with the
hand I had placed on his shoulder, and he complied without a
fight.
	
"Gah... fine..." he said, and then grabbed my arm, pulled himself
towards me... and kissed me. On the lips, kissed me. I felt his
tongue pushing at my lips, and I let him pass. I thought I was
still dreaming, so I pinched myself on my arm while this was
happening... and felt the pain. It was no dream.
	
He finally let go of me and withdrew his tongue. "So I said it...
I guess..."
	
Still stunned, I only looked at his facial outline in the dark. I
regained body control and moved to turn on a light, but he pulled
me back down. "No, please... I'm scared for you to see me right
now."
	
"Why...? You just made one of my biggest dreams come true, and
you're scared for me to look at you?"
	
"So... you aren't mad?" he said, changing the subject quickly.
	
"Justin... my god you don't know how long I've had a giant crush
on you. Hell, just being around you makes me have butterflies." I
leaned a little closer in to him.
	
"Wow... I kind of knew you liked me... but I didn't think it went
that far." He too, leaned closer to me. "I've liked you too. I've
tried to keep it a secret, but I didn't know for sure if I did...
guess I did..."
	
"Well, the fact that you never went for the girls had me
wondering if something was up. But no, I never knew you liked
ME."
	
"I'm sorry Jim... I would have said something sooner, but I was
too afraid. I wanted to right after you came out to me. I should
have said something, but I didn't... I'm sorry." He leaned away,
and I could see the outline of his hands cover his face. He was
crying...
	
"Justin... please don't cry. It's all right. It's difficult
coming out to someone. I learned that when I told Michael." I
took him in to my arms and hugged him. "It's all right..."
	
"I know..." he said with a sob. "I love you James... I do, but I
didn't know how to say it."
	
"I know, I love you too Justin. Now that we know about each
other, we can be together. No more hiding. Okay?"
	
"Okay James..." he took his hands from his face and hugged me
tightly. We just sat there for no one knows how long, just
hugging. He was still crying, more slowly now, but still gasped
for air every now and then. I just hugged him some more.


I awoke to the smell of bacon, and the sound of bacon cooking on
a pan. I guess we had fallen asleep together on the couch. The
smell instantly awoke me completely, and I slid up out of the
blanket and sat on the couch. I looked into the kitchen... and
there was Justin... naked...
	
It took a few seconds to grasp this. Justin... cooking...
naked... oh wait, with socks on... cooking... naked...
	
I coughed rather noisily, and he looked over at me. His face
turned slightly red. "Sorry if I startled you... I thought it was
appropriate."
	
"Well... it's hardly appropriate, but I can sure say I like the
view!" I gave him a once over... and he was even more stunning
naked.
	
First of all, he was as white as could be where his clothes hid
his skin from the golf course sun. Only the bottom half of his
legs, arms, and head were tan, and it was actually quite cute.
	
Next in line was his body. His back had a very distinct curve to
it. It arched inward, the way he was standing up straight at the
stove... and something else was straight... up at attention...
	
"I guess the morning wood hasn't subsided yet huh?" I asked with
a glow.
	
"Rather, it just came up when I noticed you staring." He gave me
a cute face with his tongue sticking out.
	
His penis was quite large for a 16 year old. About 6 inches,
about as fat as my middle and pointer fingers; uncut, which made
it even better. Another sure sign of this guy's perfection.
	
His ass was also cute. Well rounded, as I had already seen in his
jeans so many times before. He was perfect... even more so
naked... it was heaven.
	
"How about you get comfortable?" he said with a smile. That was
all I needed. I jumped up, took off my shirt, unbuttoned my
khaki-shorts, and sent both them and my boxers down my legs at
the same time. My own morning wood popping into view.
	
I was nothing to talk about. I was smooth-chested, no six or
eight packs, no pecks. Just smooth white skin. My penis was about
6 inches hard, about my pointer and half my middle finger wide.
Cut. I was still mostly hairless, although my pubic hair was
quite bushy, as was the little patch running up to my belly
button. That was about it though.
	
I blushed as I looked back up to see him staring at me. "My...
you're pretty fuckin hawt!" he exclaimed.
	
"HA! Don't you wish. Look who's talking!" I walked over toward
the kitchen.
	
"Believe me, I'm not hot. You on the other hand..." he reached
out and grabbed me by my dick as I walked up beside him, "look
quite delicious."
	
"Um... Justin... that's just weird to say."
	
"I know... but oh well." He pulled me over closer and pressed his
lips to mine. We frenched for about three minutes, both of us now
harder than ever before. He still had a hold of me, so I grabbed
him. He shuddered slightly.
	
"What? Never been touched by another person before?"
	
"No... this is my first time." He blushed again slightly.
	
"Don't worry, the most I've done is jack a guy off. But he was
about 2 inches long, and small as my pinky. This is basically my
first time too..."
	
"Okay, that's good I guess." He stroked me a few times, and I did
the same. The bacon sizzled as he magically flipped them with his
free hand. "I have bacon and biscuits cooking, but they can
wait..."
	
"Oh, is that an offer?" I asked with great enthusiasm.
	
"Oh... yes it is!" he said, and before I knew it, he was on his
knees in front of me. That put me in a momentary shock. He had
moved so fast I had no idea where he had went until I felt the
warmth on my dick.
	
I looked down to see him putting me in his mouth slowly, and then
began feeling his tongue lashing out and licking every bit he
could find. It was the most wonderful sensation I had ever felt
in all my 17 years of life... and I knew some wonderful
masturbation tricks.
	
He got about three fourths of the way down on me before I felt
the back of his throat. He gagged a little, and then withdrew
slightly. He then gently suckled me, his tongue gently massaging
my head. I put my hands on the back of his head and played with
his silky hair. It was bliss. Heaven... whatever you want to call
it.
	
He began bobbing back and fourth on me, slowly at first, then
picking up speed as he began gaining confidence. Somehow he was
good at keeping his teeth far away; only once did I have to warn
him about it. After a few minutes I was getting closer to
cumming, and I face-fucked him. I grabbed his head, and violently
fucked him in the mouth, grunting with each thrust. I let my head
fall back and enjoyed the sensations running throughout my whole
body.
	
"I- I'M- I'M CUMMING!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, and I
forced his head all the way onto my dick. I felt him gagging
beneath me, then swallowing as the first shot came out like a gun
blast. He swallowed fast and furiously, I felt his throat muscles
working on my head. Shot after shot ran through me, and he
swallowed diligently. After about 6 more times, I withdrew and
let him breathe.
	
"Wow..." he said breathlessly. "Was it that good...?"
	
"Yes..." I said, out of breath as well. "That was the most
fucking amazing thing I have ever felt in my life..."
	
"That was amazing..." he agreed, nodding his head slightly. I
helped him get up, and we moved to the couch. We both plumped
down hard, a slight THUMP! Erupting beneath us.
	
"James...?" he said, regaining most of his breath.
	
"Yeah?"
	
"What do we do now? I mean... are we like... going out now? Or
what...?"
	
"I dunno Justin... I guess it depends on what we decide. I
personally no longer care if people know I'm gay, and I'd just as
soon be at your side. But I don't know how you feel about it."
	
"I'm still kinda scared to have others knowing... but I love you.
I want to be with you always..."
	
"Yeah... I do too Justin..." I grabbed him and hugged him like
the night before. "I do too..."

