At school I had this crush on this guy "Joey" he was a very handsome puerto rican guy, a little shorter than me, thin, short dark hair whose style was a nice mix of artsy-punk and ghetto. At the time, I was a tall, very skinny white guy who squarely fell in the emo-stoner crowd. By this time it was already well known I was gay, as I was forced out a few years ago in a very not some pleasant circumstance. Needles to say, this event made sure that not just everyone in my small alternative school knew but pretty much everyone in town.
Every day I'd walk home from school and started notcing this guy walking the same direction on the opposite side of the street, he looked a lot like Joey but I knew it couldn't be him since one of his friends always gave him a ride from school. Eventually he waved at me, so our daily interaction became just that. I didn't think much of it since by this time there were about 2 other guys out as gay, I knew them both and given the previous traumatic experience I wasn't going to approach some random guy to start flirting.
One day when I got home I noticed a friend request and message on MySpace from someone who looked just like Joey, same last name but his first name was "Christian". The message was casual "Hey! I'm Christian, you go to school with my brother, I see you walking home often." We exchange some messages and I find out he's the guy who I've been waving to and he's the twin brother of Joey and he goes home everyday to watch his siblings because they are at work until late and Joey works too – explains a lot. He eventually mentions he wants to smoke a joint but has been out and asks if I have any and mind smoking him up. I agreed and he gave his address and says come over.
As I'm walking over I am a little confused, is this just a smoking thing? He didn't indicate anything sexual but seems like a nice guy so hell, why not. I arrive, ring the doorbell and he answers. He's sexy, even more thsn his brother. He's wearing a sweatshirt and sweat pants, has a similar style to his brother except a little more ghetto. I get in and he's getting his younger siblings settled with homework on the kitchen table and says let's go to the basement.
We go to the basement, roll a joint and start smoking. As we smoke we are talking – it's nice and casual, he talks about his girlfriend a little so I start to think this isn't a sex thing, just a nice guy. When the joint is done he asks if I want water and says give him a minute since he'll check up on his siblings. He comes back down and sits next to me. Once I take a drink and put down the glass, he throws up his hood up on his hoodie and grabs me by the face and kisses me open mouth.
I'm shocked and so turned on. He's a great kisser. We roll around the floor pinning each other and making out. We make our way back to the couch and he wasted no time, he pulls my pants down and starts deep throating my 7.5 curved cut cock. He's gagging and loving it. I start to fuck his throat and he's even more into it. He takes his pants off and shows his beautiful 8 inch uncut cock, just as quickly as he went down, he takes my head and starts to fuck my throat. This goes on for a while and I push him back down to keep sucking me.
After a little while he jumps on me and we start to make out again. He's riding me with just his hoodie on and we are making out like crazy. He eventually spits on his hand and starts to finger himself and takes my hand to help. Before I can even suggest a condom, he goes down on me again and gets my dick wet and sloppy. He jumps back up to start making out again and slides down my dick.
At this point I only BBed a few times with boyfriends but I was too into the moment to care. His hole was so nice and warm, he was moaning and telling me how much he loved by dick. He rides me for a while, with his nice dick rubbing against me. Then we go to the ground again and I fuck him hard in missionary, trying to stuff my dick deeper with each thrust and waiting for him to say it's too much but he never does. We eventually make it doggy style and both finish as I'm fucking him hard – me finishing inside him.
We laid on the ground and did more kissing and he says how he's bi but only a few very close people know and that he hasn't been fucked in almost a year since him and his cousins (yes plural) messed around when they visited Puerto Rico. He asked me to keep this on the DL because of his girlfriend but wanted to make it a regular thing.
It did become a regular thing, he still kept to the opposite side of the street but sometimes he'd come over to ask if I was free in the evening, other times he'd just send a MySpace message. This went on for a few months until my parents moved and we lost contact. He kept asking to fuck me but I didn't bottom then, wish I did. I also wish we stayed in contact.
A few years later I shared this story with a friend of mine and she told me he came out and got a boyfriend- so good for him. At least we had those nice fucks for a few months.
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