TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Wil's TaleRated: X ages 16
It was... well... it just was.
I was sixteen. It was the middle of tenth grade. I'd known I was gay since about thirteen. The showers in seventh grade proved it. I'd had crushes on guys ever since. My few friends had no idea. I hoped.
I was a thin, short little dork. Not very popular and not very outgoing.
My latest crush was Walter. He was an American Indian, for the most part. Brown-skinned with black hair and black eyes. A little on the chubby side, but not fat at all. Just not skinny at all. Some muscles, for sure. He was taller than me, too. Definitely stronger. He wasn't a bully, but he wasn't prey either. Just an average dude who liked baseball and was on the team.
And he was in my gym class. I'd seen him naked and wet plenty. And I'd looked, too. Too often. He'd spotted me at least a half-dozen times. But he never did anything about it. He didn't look angry at me, either. So I liked to look more often. On the sly. Never wanted to be caught at it, ya know?
One day, he was walking past as I was under the shower head, and I turned to have a look as he approached, and again as he walked away. He had a nice bush of black hair above a nice fat cock. It didn't look very long, but it sure had some girth. He had a nice set of balls, too. Having brown skin, his sack was darker brown, and his fat cock was almost as dark as his sack. The head of that cock looked so plump and juicy. I mean, it was just plain impressive. How could I not look? And his ass was just awesome. Juicy too. Plump and round and full. Even his chest was nice. Firm pecs with nice pinkish nipples and a little hair. His abs weren't flat, but he didn't have a gut either. He was solid and firm all over. Including his strong legs, which had a nice growth of black hairs below the knees.
I looked as he walked away, and he turned around and saw me looking. I turned away and finished my shower.
I was home after school, doing homework like the good little nerd I was. The doorbell rang. My few friends didn't come over that early on school days, so I wondered who it was as I headed downstairs and to the front door. When I opened it, there was Walt.
My guts imploded.
I knew I was about to get a severe beating. My folks wouldn't be home for almost two hours. I started to slam the door shut. He pushed it open easily and walked inside. He closed the door behind him and locked it.
I knew I was so dead.
"Your folks home?" he asked.
I knew I could lie and say yes, but then he could easily find out they weren't.
"So what if they ain't?" I asked, trying to man-up and maybe convince him to leave.
"Because I've seen you looking at me in the showers. And even looking up my gym shorts sometimes. Like what you see?" he asked, walking toward me.
He didn't look mad or angry, almost kind of happy. He was smiling, sort of.
"No I don't," I lied.
He laughed, then reached down and grabbed his crotch and said, "Too bad. I was hoping you'd want to suck it. Maybe take it up your tight little ass."
"What?" came out before I had a chance to have a thought.
"I said, I was hoping you're gay, 'cause I wanna fuck you."
I had backed up across the front room and was now against the far wall from the door. He was stepping right up to me now. Just inches away, he put a hand on the wall on either side of my head and pushed his face right up to mine. I could see his bloodshot eyes now. I knew he was stoned. It was no big secret that he was a pot smoker, and he did other drugs too.
I was now so scared that I couldn't think or talk. I just stood there, shaking. I knew he had to be making fun of me.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm not wanting to be boyfriends or anything. I just want you to suck my dick, and then I'm gonna fuck you."
"No you're not," I whined pathetically.
I was so scared that I almost dropped to the floor. He was tall enough that he had to lean down to put his face nearly against mine as he said, "Oh, yes I am. And you're gonna love it. And you're not gonna say anything to anybody. Get it?"
He waited for me to say something, and all I could think of was, "No you're not," again, which came out in a low whisper this time.
He grinned wider, and got in even closer, staring right into my eyes. And he said, "Oh, yes, I, am," really slowly.
All I could think of was to ask, "Why?"
"Because you like staring at me in the showers. Because you like looking up the legs of my gym shorts. Because you're a little homo. Because I'm hot and horny and I want a blow-job before I fuck you in your ass. That's why."
"I'm not! I don't!" I whimpered.
I was confused. I wanted him, sure, but I didn't like being scared. Well... part of me did. Some part of me I didn't know about was sort of getting really turned on by the way he was acting. That, and the possibility of sex. I mean... this was both scary and hot. I felt so confused and scared and turned on and worried and hot and...
"Get on your knees."
I swallowed hard. I sort of wanted to... but...
"On. your, knees. Now!"
I dropped like a rock! I was face to crotch with a view that proved he was hard. I could see it in his jeans.
"Take it out."
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