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. .......................................................... 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. .........................................