Boys Will Be Boys : By (c) Hamilton Joyce mm

I guess I've known I'm gay since I learned the meaning of the word. When I 
was ten I started a scrap book with pictures of handsome men. At first I used to 
cut them out of ads for cigarettes, beer, beach holidays etc. Then one day I 
found a few pages by the roadside, the tattered remains of a porn magazine 
thrown from a car window. I took these home and added them to my book.

I kept the book under my bed, handy for solitary masturbation, when I used to 
imagine myself being caressed and fondled by these handsome models. I 
always felt guilty after I came.

I was bullied at school, but not terribly so. My main problem was I was a 
'pretty boy'. I'm not muscular, and was no good at sport. I've got blonde, curly 
hair, and a clear complexion. As a teen I looked almost girlish, and that was 
my school nickname, 'Girly'. Another problem was showering after football in 
the winter and athletics in the summer. Even from the age of twelve, when we 
went to the Secondary School, I used to love looking at the other boys' naked 
bodies in the communal showers. By the age of twelve I was getting an 
erection every time. I was usually the only one, and was teased mercilessly by 
the others. But I especially loved it when the cold water was turned on for a 
count of ten and all the naked bodies jumped about, squealing. Once, the 
School first team had to shower with us. We had started, and they were in a 
hurry after practice: had to get to a match or something. For months after I 
fantasized about those hairy, muscular young men, imagining myself folded in 
their embrace.

My first sexual partner was Jules. He came to the School when we were 
fourteen or so. Like me he was clever, a bit of a loner, poor at sports, and like 
me he always got a hard-on in the showers. We went about together, and were 
teased but bullied much less now there were two of us.

It was one wet Sunday afternoon not long after he arrived. My parents were 
out and we had the house to ourselves. I decided to show Jules my book. We 
lay on my bed, turning the pages propped on our knees.

'Simon. I'm glad they're all men or boys. I don't like pictures of girls.'

'I don't either, Jules. That's what I like.' I pointed at the photo, black and 
white, of a well-built blonde guy reaching up to hit a volley-ball over the 
beach net. His muscles rippled, and you could see the blonde hair in his armpit 
as he reached up. How often had I come imagining that blonde hair around his 
cock ...I knew it would be massive in erection. He had a glorious bulge in his 
wet and shiny trunks. We looked at it in silence.

'You get hard like me when you look at them, Jules?'

'Mmm.'

'You wank, Jules?'

'Mmmm.' He turned the page. 'Let's wank.' He had his cock out and I 
watched as his hand stroked it up and down. I took mine out, and we studied 
the page. His cock was bigger than mine, but not as big as the ones I imagined 
when I wanked in the dark of my own bed. My heart beat so loud I thought 
Jules would hear it, and I had that tightness across my chest that always 
accompanies the sexual excitement of a new partner. Lots of the other boys 
wanked together, I knew, but I avoided them as their 'cunt books' were just 
that, girls with tits and cunts.

'Can I?' He reached between us, and I felt his hand on my cock. I reached over 
and my fist was round the root of his. 'That feels good!' I could feel it 
throbbing and twitching.

'Jesus. Look at them!' The next page had one of my finds, a glossy, colored 
photo of two athletic lads sucking each other, side-by-side. Their naked skin 
shone as if oiled, and their muscles glinted in the sun. 'I've heard about that, 
but never seen...'

'It's my favorite picture, Jules. I often think about doing that.'

'I'm not surprised. It's fucking sexy!'

'Or sucking sexy!' We both laughed at my poor joke, but it took some of the 
tension away.

'Let's undress!' Jules whispered it, as if it would be less shocking that way.

It was only a matter of shirts, shorts, pants and socks, and we were both naked 
in seconds. I reached for him and he reached for me. Astounded, both of us, 
we clasped each other. I could feel his cock against my belly, straining for 
something, and my own cock pressed against him. I knew what mine wanted. 
It wanted to be sucked! I kissed his smooth neck, and immediately his lips 
were on my sensitive skin. I felt my cock twitch. I had dreamed of kissing him, 
but never thought I would. Kissing was 'sissy'. But my lips sought his, and 
after a momentary hesitation that, with heightened awareness, I could feel, he 
reciprocated. We lay in each others' arms, writhing about, kissing, our tongues 
seeking out each others'.

I remember running my hands up and down his smooth skin, and feeling him 
caress and fondle me.

He broke from my embrace, but only to turn around on the bed, so his tongue 
could trace a path down my chest, over my navel, and down my belly, across 
my little tuft of blonde hair, and then to lick my cock. The pleasure was like an 
electric shock. His balls, white, tight skin, almost hairless, were inches from 
my face. I held his hips and reached for them with the tip of my tongue. It was 
half a centimetre too far away. He had taken the initiative but I was seconds 
behind. I shifted slightly and was licking his knob. I had been cut as a baby, 
but he was intact, and my tongue slipped up between his knob and his 
foreskin. He groaned in pleasure as my tongue slipped around the knob, under 
his foreskin. From the warmth and wetness, I knew he had my whole length in 
his mouth. So I slipped his full cock between my lips and sucked.

I think we had only the haziest ideas about fucking then. Lessons and parents 
might have told us the basic facts of sex, but not the detail such as moving the 
cock in and out. So it must have been instinctive that both of us were fucking 
each others' mouths, slipping our cock between eager lips. I can remember 
stroking his smooth hips and bottom as I lost myself in the new pleasure.

I think he came first, but at that age we had so little cum that it was more the 
taste than the slippery feeling that told me he had come. Anyway, it was 
probably the thought of his drops of cum spurting in my mouth that made me 
cum.

After, I felt no guilt!

'That beats wanking, Simon!'

'Mmmm.' I nodded. 'I liked kissing you too!'

And we were in each others' arms again, trying out the new-found pleasure of 
embracing. A newly-wed couple could not have been more ardent!

'We better get dressed. My Mum and Dad will be back soon.

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It would be about a month later that our relationship moved on. We had 
sucked each other every occasion we could, and when we could not find any 
where safe to undress, he would kneel in front of me and suck, and then I'd do 
the same for him.

One evening in his house, his parents were out at the cinema. This was ideal, 
as we knew exactly how long we had got. So we were naked on the settee, 
kissing, cuddling, caressing. I could not get enough of that slender, smooth 
body.

'You know my cousin, Jason?'

'The sailor?'

'Well, you know that volley-ball player in your book?  The one with the broad 
shoulders, and big bulge.'

'Mmmm' I was stroking his cock so-so-gently.

'Well, Jason is just like him. And he's like us. He likes cock! He says a lot of 
sailors do.'

'Must run in the family!' I giggled and leaned over to kiss his cock.

You'd like Jason. He's fun. And you won't guess what we did ...'

'Try me! You sucked him off!' I felt no jealousy, and never in my life did. I 
was only too happy for a sex partner to have the maximum fun with the 
maximum number of partners. All my life I have myself!

'Wrong! I'll tell you.'

'Are you sitting comfortably, children?' I mocked him.

'No. Really! You'll love it! Anyway, last Saturday his Mum, my Aunt Mabel, 
came for  Sunday lunch and he came too. It was hot, and he drove us all out to 
the Forest after. They just hung around the car, but Jason and I went off for a 
walk among the trees. After about an hour, we sat down.

'We decided to sunbathe. I thought it was just going to be shirts, and that was 
almost enough. He was like the guy in your photo. Huge, and all muscles. And 
his chest was covered in golden hairs. I thought he looked so sexy. But he 
undid his boots and took his socks off, so he could slip his shorts down.

'I was embarrassed to take my shorts off because I was already hard. But I 
could see he was waiting for me to, so I took them down and lay there in my 
underpants.

'He laughed at me. "Them too. Let's see you, then." 

'I pulled them down too, and I could see him looking at my cock. Like you are, 
Smon.'
 
'I'll suck you while you tell me ...'

'Anyway, I could see his cock getting hard as he looked at me. Yes, like that 
Simon. I love it when you suck me and stroke my balls. You better stop or I'll 
come. Hey! I'll show you what he did. You lay on the floor there.

'Lay on your belly. Yes, like that ... I liked Jason looking at my cock, but 
suddenly I was embarrassed. I was still looking at his cock, but mine was so 
much smaller. I rolled over onto my belly, but still watching him over my 
shoulder. Then I felt his hands, one on each cheek of my bottom.'

And Jules's hands were on my bottom as he spoke. I looked over my shoulder 
as I lay there passive, and I could see his cock standing straight and white with 
its red knob, just as he had watched Jason. His palms pulled my cheeks apart.

'And then he did this ...'

I felt Jules's face between my cheeks, and then his tongue licking round my 
arsehole. It tickled, and I giggled. The tongue stopped a minute.

'I laughed too, when he licked me. It tickles doesn't it. But it's nice.'

'Yes. Don't stop.' 

The tongue was more insistent now, and I felt the tip penetrate, forcing its way 
in and slipping out, before licking round and round, and then forcing in again. 
It was the sexiest thing I'd ever known. I was humping the carpet in my 
excitement! He slapped my arse.

'Hey! Simon! Don't you come yet. I ain't shown you the half of it. That oil on 
the sideboard. It isn't peppered or anything?'

'Just olive oil. Don't stop!'

'That'll do. You wait.'

He was back in a couple of strides, his cock waving in front of his belly as he 
walked. I thought how good his body looked, slim and muscles starting to 
form. Then I felt him drip oil between my legs, and his finger stroking the 
slippery stuff into my arse. He was laying beside me, whispering and licking 
my neck as his finger stroked my arse, up and down the crack, round and 
round my anus. I gave a gasp as the tip of his finger entered me.

'Feel good?

'Mmmm ...'

Then I felt his finger slip right into me. He turned me on my side, and we lay 
kissing, cock-to-cock, his finger moving in and out. I was lost in the wonder of 
it, kissing, caressing, feeling his cock against my belly, and always the warm 
fullness as he masturbated my arsehole.

'That's two fingers now.'

'Mmmm. Don't stop. I could cum like this.'

'Don't come yet. There's better.'

He turned me on my belly again, a settee cushion under me. 'Better lay on 
these.' My shirt and pants over the pillow. He bent one of my legs, and I felt 
his weight on my body. He had one hand on my shoulder, and the other wiped 
his cock up and down my slippery arse crack. He found what he wanted, and 
his knob rested in my anus. Not quite in it, but not out. Now he was grasping 
my hips, and I felt him push. I really gasped this time as my virgin bottom was 
penetrated.

'It hurt me when Jason put it in. Don't worry. It'll be good soon.'

And it was, as he fucked me, slow at first but increasing speed and force. 
Finally I felt his full weight on me as he collapsed and was licking, kissing my 
neck, grasping my shoulders. I knew he was coming, and the thought of his 
cock spurting deep inside me was so exciting that I came too.

'You came?'

'Mmmm. Good job my shirt's under us.'

'I told you it was good. And I'm nowhere near as big as Jason was.'

'Next time Jason visits  ...'

'Of course. We'd better shower.'

In the shower I washed Jules's cock and he soaped my arse. We were soon 
hard again. (Oh! To be a teen again!)

'You want to fuck me, Simon?'

My answer was immediate, un-thought. 'I'd rather you did me again, Jules.'

And so there we were. Me, confirmed bottom, braced against the tiled wall my 
arse jutting out for him. Him, confirmed top, fucking me, his knees bent, right 
arm round me, jerking me off in a foam of slippery soap. I've often wondered 
if my sex life would have been different if I'd fucked him then. But I did not, 
and every time we had sex he fucked me, and wanked or sucked me. Even if 
we started with the intention of me having him, it ended the same way in fact. 
If I'd fucked him then, would I have developed into a macho 'top', instead of a 
submissive (and 'sub') bottom?

Ah! Well! That's how I like it.

It was just Jules and me for about six months. Then his parents decided to 
emigrate to Australia, and that was the end of it. I was desolate. I had to rely 
again on my book of cuttings, and an old oak chair leg that I used as a dildo.

I was saved by an article in our local newspaper. This complained that 
Hanover Gardens, our town park, had become a haunt of homosexuals. It 
whinged that day and night, these men were using it as a pick-up place. 
Needless to say I was down there immediately, and equally needless to say a 
pretty boy like me was not long alone. I soon had a set of handsome young 
men (a lot of them married) who were only too willing to fill the gap (!) left by 
Jules. But that's another story.

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