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Francis

      I met Francis when I still was in high school, this was during the summers when I stayed at home. Francis (or Frank as I prefer calling him, cause Francis is so queer) was one of those weird straight guys your gay friends always warned you about.

      He knew I slept with men so he always seemed to have questions for me, which I rarely answered. Once he asked me if anal penetration caused intestinal inflammation, typical straight stupidity. Anyway I always believed his curiosity came from his own desires to experiment with men, though hopefully not with me (just not my type, and there aren't many people who aren't my type).

      I did on one occasion answer one of his stupid questions. He asked me if getting sucked off by a guy was different from getting it from a gyrl, well I guess it wasn't that stupid of a question, so I said something like: "Yes Frank it is different, it's better. Not that womyn can't give good blow-jobs, it's just that they don't own the equipment (well a physical one anyhow) and guys study their tools every day. I mean he's played with it from day one. He knows the curves, the basic shape of his penis by heart and from my experience every penis is, about, the same, yeah they do vary in size, thickness and length (and occasionally colour) but basically they're the same." Frank gave me this mixed look of disgust, arousal and still a bit of confusion, it also gave him a woody which made me feel sick.

      You have to understand that I've slept with nerds before, but Frank is one of those scary nerds, the ones who own an inflatable womyn and an A-bomb and use them both for as they say "scientific experiments".

Kurt

      Someone else from that same summer, was Kurt (and yes, he did have that Kurt Cobain look, dirty blond hair down to his shoulders and that "I've smoked too much pot look", kind of sexy). I found Kurt kind of cute, but he had one big problem, an oversexed heterosexuality. Kurt was a guy who bragged about how much pussy he got every week, like I believed him. I only knew one gyrl who ever slept with him and that was Isabelle, and she told me he was a great fuck and that's about it. I was jealous, I wish it had been me that got penetrated by his powerful bat. That's something she gloated to me about as well, Kurt caries a big gun and it was fully loaded and ready to shoot, and he knew how to use it.

      Kurt wasn't shy about where he took it out either. Just a couple of weeks later, we were at Greg's house watching some "straight" porn. Kurt was sitting in front of and to the side of me, cause I was pretending to sleep, those movies just bore the hell out of me.

      Kurt was sitting behind everyone else, then in the corner of my eye I noticed that he was stroking his monster, furiously! He got up and walked to the bathroom at which point I got a full glimpse of his pecker. He came back from the bathroom a couple of minutes later and sat next to me and said: "It's big eh." Oh yeah. I almost asked him if I could suck it but I held back. I sometime think that he was waiting for me to ask.

Straight and Gay Porn

      I've never seen anything so miasmic, purtrifying, disgusting, degrading, boring as "straight" porn. And I use the word straight loosely. If those guys are straight then I'm Madonna. I'm sorry but "straight" porn sickens the hell out of me. Gay porn offers a little more attraction, but like the "straight" stuff, those tacky plots (plottes) and subplots make me want to projectile chunky vomit. Sorry about the graphic imagery, but this stuff sucks badly. Listen if I want to see clones, I'll go to a gay bar; if I want to see plastic cunts then I'll go to a straight bar; and if I want to see soft cocks then I'll watch a documentary on the sex lives of people who are over 80.

Greg

      The hunk of my childhood, one of my first sleep-over-fucks. Greg was a two-month one-night-stand, between June and August, nineteen ninety. I got to meet Greg, got to know Greg, got to suck Greg, got to fuck Greg, maybe I'm moving to fast.

      When I finished my second year of high school, I decided to go home for the summer holidays, my parents had other ideas, they wanted to go on vacation, so they left me at Greg's house. Greg was two years older and he had a sister, Isabelle, who was six years older. Their father worked out of town and their mother drank all day, the perfect place to leave a fifteen-year old for ten weeks, no doubt.

      Let's skip to the good parts. I saw Greg naked for the first time, on the first night. I was kind of sleeping when I heard him get out of bed. I looked to see if I could catch a glimpse of him in his boxers or something like that. Well I got more then I expected, he went to his window in his boxers, his cock was stiff. I turned a gasp into a half snore and started my fake slumber (something that I had got a lot of practice in science class).

      He stood there with his hand rubbing the front side of his boxers, by the size of it I could say that it must have been painful. All I know is I was beginning to feel that pain in my shorts as well. Whatever he was looking at excited him, at one point his cock lurched almost as if it screamed to be released, and with a sighing moan he dropped his boxers and out came his cock.

      What I saw made me fill my shorts with cum. His cock was majestic, he couldn't even cover it all with both hands, even if he tried. His cock stood out perfect at ninety degrees from his stomach. From my angle I saw the drips of pre-cum on the tip of his beautiful, mouth-watering cock.

      Greg pounded his hand up and down the length of the shaft. Watching was making me hard again, I crawled closer to him, not being too quiet about it but it seems that all his attentions were focused on what was happening outside.

      I got close enough behind him to kiss him on the back of the neck. He stopped for a moment to look at me, I was afraid he'd kill me, but he focused his attention back on what was going on outside. I slid my tongue down his neck, down the length of his spinal cord and inserted it into his love hole. He let out a sharp gasp, at this point he seemed to be stroking his cock in long slow strokes. I slid my tongue from his love hole to his cock and slowly licked the head. He bucked forward driving it about two inches into my mouth and I was filled. Greg's breathing was now loud and heavy, and his fucking motions got more intense. My left hand held his crotch in my mouth, while my other hand stroked my own cock. Then Greg made strange sound, almost like a half-muffled cry, at the same time his cock exploded in my mouth, overfilling it with his juices, cum ran down my chin.

      Greg made a half step back as if he were about to pass out then regained his posture. He kneeled down and kissed my mouth. He lifted me up and turned me to face the window. I felt his soft wet cock press into my back as I looked outside.

      There I saw Isabelle being fucked aggressively by Kurt in the backyard. Kurt was humping her from behind, his pace was increasing and I wanted to cum at the same time he did.

      I grabbed Greg's hands and placed them on my cock. He knew what to do. He stroked my cock at the same paces as Kurt's fucking motion. I began to sway back and forth fucking Greg hand as he jacked me off. I could feel his cock hardening again, oh how I needed it in me.

      Kurt gave Isabelle one final plunge, then his body tensed, I could feel my own orgasm fluttering in my stomach. I pushed Greg back and spread myself in front of the window, onto holding the sides, Greg understood what I was doing and wasted no time in inserting his member in me. The head barely pushed through but it was enough to make me shoot on the window, I barely heard the scream escape my lips, but Isabelle stared up at the window, I didn't flinch. I let Greg fuck my ass until he came, then we went to sleep in the same bed.

      The next morning, it was like nothing happened, we sat around the kitchen table eating breakfast, talking about our summer plans, we never mentioned the incident that happened the night before. This would be our routine for the next two months. Greg and I took turns fucking each other at night and we ignored the sentiments of what we had done, during the day.

Parents and Prejudice

      Oh god parents, what an awful subject, if my parents knew who I was, I would have been dead a long time ago.

      My father was the worst, "I'm not prejudicial," he'd say "but those Niggers and fags complain too much." How else do you confuse a kid? Just tell him "we're not racists, the nigger killed your brother so we're going to strap him to the chair and fry his nigger balls."

      This world is full of prejudicial people, some more than others, blacks killing blacks, whites killing everyone, everyone killing queers. Just look at the words we use to describe ourselves: queer, strange, odd, eccentric, of questionable character, queen, fag, faggot, dyke, hairdresser, jeez you'd think they could come up with something more offensive then being called a pile of sticks or a dam to hold back water. Ever notice how they never made any words for bis, except maybe calling them abominations or rejects (I prefer half-breeds).

      Like I was saying, parents were annoying, especially around the holidays, when you wanted to be alone with your boyfriend or bring him over. Then they'd say "not in front of the guest" or "don't embarrass us"; embarrass you: "What about me and my feelings? I love him! I love being who I am and you've got no (fuckin') right to fuck around with me!" But they did anyway, because I never spoke up like that. I let my parents trample over me cause I did love them, somehow even though they were wrong, but I always found excuses. When I was seventeen my mother asked me if I were gay and I said "no, I wasn't". I still lie today even though I'm older and more "matured", but I guess things never change.

      That's why we live in a world where being gay is still considered a taboo or fad, and being any colour other than white is considered a genetic error, and being young is wrong.

Greg, Isabelle, And Kurt

      During my time at Greg's house, I had the opportunity to speak with Isabelle a couple of times. I learned of her sexual experiences with Kurt and about her fantasies about her brother (and I filled in the holes about what she didn't know about him).

      One evening, while Greg was out on a date with his gyrlfriend, Annie (...Sprinkle...heh heh), Isabelle and I talked about a plan to bring her phantasy to life.

      Greg had told me about the way he used to sneak peeks of her when she showered. Isabelle told me how she purposely left the bathroom door slightly opened when she showered and why she fucked Kurt in the backyard under Greg's window.

      We set plans for that night after he came back from his date, the deal was that she'd get Kurt to show me his cock.

      When Greg came back from his date, I was already waiting in his bedroom, sitting on his bed with a rope in hand, Greg trusted me enough to tie him down. Then I walked to the closet and pulled out his sister.

      I sat outside the door of his room, while they fucked, I heard every moan and gasp, I knew when he came and I believe she came once or twice but I don't know how it works with gyrls. (I've heard that they can only orgasm with other gyrls.) Well whatever, a couple of hours later, she walked out of the room totally naked and drenched in sweat and cum, she bent over and gave me a Greg tasting kiss.

      The only problem, I realized, is that now I had to share him with her, which wasn't that bad. Sometimes, I was allowed to watch from the inside and occasionally lend in a helping hand.

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