I've learned my deterrent example and this fourth dimension, I'm submitting a longer story in short segment. The sec section will be longest. Because readers seem to want all b/g or all b/b in a segment, I have put all the b/g ( hetero ) in this first section ( but added the b/b ( gay ) recording label so that those interested will know that it will be coming. The seven sections which follow will be all b/b. ) So, please, don't show what you don't want. I prefer for you to relish the story.





My mom died giving parturition to my little brother. I do n't even commend her, but it affected me. It affected me, if for no other reason than it left my dad as my alone parent. I did n't care him.

It was n't a love-hate matter. At least I do n't think so. But he favored Jason, my short comrade. Add to that the fact that my dad is a seriously type A personality, and I 'm a seriously type Z, and it was easiest for me to just ward off him all I could.

Dad made some attempts to be fair. Like when we moved back to the res publica and into a big star sign while Jason and I were still in course school. When Dad put in a XXV cadence lap pool because Jason had developed an interest in swiming, he also added a little gym for me in two bays of the garage because I had an interest in gymnastics.

If you had n't guessed, we had money.

Unfortunately, I outgrew gymnastics -- not because I lost interest, but because I literally outgrew it. I was six feet grandiloquent when I was fourteen.

I had always been shy, and being tall did n't help. My aunt was sure that my shyness was because of losing Mom. But I was also shy because I was gay.

I do n't know if it had anything to do with it, but while we were overseas, Dad worked for almost two years on a minelaying project for my grandad in the Ukraine. The site was remote and the young farm girl we had for a nanny did not vex much about keeping dress on Jason and me. She would bathe us at night, and not bother with dress afterward. Jason and I usually ate supper naked, sleep naked, and were up and playing around the cabin naked for a while in the morning before she ever bothered to arrange us, if she did even then. If it was summertime, or we weren't going to be outside, she didn't fuss and we didn't care. Dad worked long hours and I do n't think he was more than vaguely mindful of how we were cared for. Jason and I slept in the same bed, and the firstly time it got cold, we cuddled against one another under the binding. Even after we moved from the Ukraine down to the Baltic language Sea, Jason and I slept naked in the Saami bed until after we returned to the commonwealth. We would own continued sharing a bed even then, but Dad put a check to it about the clock time I turned eleven and Jason turned nine. Dad did n't care about us sleeping naked, just not in the same bed, and once you are used to sleeping that way, wearing apparel get in the way. So Jason and I continued to sleep defenseless, just each in our own bed.. So basically, I 'm saying I slept naked with another boy, even if he was my crony, for several geezerhood, and maybe it inclined me to look at boys differently.

My being gay really kicked in when I was about twelve. I hit a clumsy stage because of how fast I was growing. I started admiring shorter guys with more compact eubstance -- guys who could be gymnasts. When we came back to the states, I was taken by how cunning American boy were, and I hadn't gotten over that. My interest in former male child went nuclear when my internal secretion kicked in. Girls may have interested me at some peak, but not past tense puberty.

I kept up a traitorously presence, going out with little girl when they asked me. I hid completely the fact that I was gay, even from my brother who was my best supporter. Without a mom, with the dad we had, and all the moving we had done, Jason and I were super close. I did n't defy order him because if I lost my blood brother Jason, I 'd have nobody.

There was n't anyone else I could state, and becausue of my dad, I participated in almost every team sport there was. All my admirer were jocks and I assumed that they hated gay guy wire. Several of them talked like they did.

So I reached the age of sixteen a come virgin, and pretty lonely except for Jason.

Enter, my gramps. For some intellect, he seemed to like me. Maybe it was because I was the old of his grandsons. Maybe it was an"heir-apparent"form of thing.

Dad was probably the asshole he was because of grandpa. gramps was even more Type A than my dad, and he is the one who started all the family money.

grandad phoned me on my sixteenth natal day. `` I 've got something extra for you, Brock '' he told me. `` I know you 're busy celebrating today [ I was n't, by the way ] but tomorrow is Friday, and well, you do n't have anything going on, do you ? '' He did n't await for an answer before saying, `` receive me at the lake cabin at six. ``

I hung up the phone, wondering what he was going to give me. Lake cabin ? A Wave Caranx crysos ? It was only march, and the lake was probably still wide-cut of ice. Fucked up if grandfather had a undulation offset for me.

What Grandpa called a lake cabin was n't really a cabin. It was a lake house.

Grandpa met me at the threshold, with a across-the-board smiling and a drink in his helping hand. After I took off my jacket, he laid an arm over the backs of my shoulder and turned me toward the stairs.

'' How does it feel to be xvi ? ``

'' OK, I guess. How was it for you ? ``

Grandpa laughed, and shook my shoulders. `` About like yours is going to be, '' he said, walking me up the stairs.

'' Why ? '' I asked. `` What have you got for me ? ``

gramps winked. `` You 'll see. '' We reached the top of the stairs and he walked us into the master bedroom. There, sitting on the edge of the king-size bed was an absolutely gorgeous Asian girl. She honestly looked no old than me.

She wore a black teddy. Black looked honest on her because her tegument was wan and her pilus was tenacious and black. She had strikingly large amygdaliform eyes. She sat vertical, like an Asian princess, farsighted slender arms out to the side. Her palms rested lightly on the bedcovers. She smiled at me, like a princess who was pleased with a subject.

'' sports meeting Mei cusk, '' granddad told me. `` She 's expensive ; very expensive. You have her for the intact night -- make the most of it. No one else is coming, and I 'm about to leave. I 've already told your father that you wo n't be home until tomorrow. '' He swatted my nates, leaving his hired hand on it long enough to give me a shove forward.

'' happy Birthday, Brock ! '' he said, turning to get out. `` Wear yourself out ! ``

The room access closed.

The bottomland dropped from my stomach.

With a slight grin, Mei Ling rose gracefully from the edge of the bed. She was tall for an Asiatic daughter. She came to me, wrapped her forearms around my neck, and pressed her pelvis to mine. She gazed into my optic and her smiling grew playful. ``

But then she frowned. `` child, '' she said softly. `` You 're trembling ! ``

I swallowed hard. I remember being surprised by her voice because I expected an accent, and yet, Mei Lota lota had none ; she sounded American language. And yes, I was shaking.

She leaned close, her breasts pressing me softly through her slip, and she put her mouth to my ear. `` It 's fine if you 've never been with a miss. I 'm here to teach you. '' Her perfume was intoxicating. I 'd heard perfumes advertised as intoxicating. Hers really was. Or at least, something made my head swim.

She leaned back to consider me, and her brow furrowed deeply. `` You 've turned white-hot ! You better sit down, '' she said, turning me and backing me to the bed.

I sat and she knelt on the floor beside me. She laid a warm hand on the side of my face. `` Why are you so afraid ? '' she asked. `` I 'm simply a girl. ``

I swallowed hard again.

'' Baby, '' she asked, `` are you gay ? ``

My eyes went wide.

'' You are ! '' she said, sounding somewhat surprised.

I felt my breathing place leave and had trouble getting it back.

But Mei Ling smiled gently and stroked the side of my face. `` Have you ever been with a girl ? ``

I shook my head slightly.

'' We 're not so bad, '' she said softly. Then she cocked her head. `` Have you ever been with a boy ? ``

I shook my head again.

'' Baby, '' she whispered, leaning in to kiss me softly on the sassing. `` I 'll make love to you like a boy, and I 'll make love to you like a girl. I 'll learn you things. '' She pulled my leg open and cupped my software with her bridge player. She felt my size and shape, and then Mei Ling purred. She groped me, and she brushed my sassing with hers. Her breathing place smelled of mint.

She gripped the bottom of my jumper and pulled it up. I let her take it over my head and off me. future she grasped my shirt and pulled it off. Her r centre widened with delight, and she laid her hand on my breast and sides. She felt over me and traced the seams of my muscles. `` Do you knead out with weight ? ``

'' Some. ``

Her fingerbreadth swept my pecs and sternum and over my nipple. `` You 're legato, '' she whispered. Her eyes dropped to my trouser. `` Are your pegleg smooth, too ? ``

I assumed she meant hairless. I had a few golden hairs on my calves ( I have dark blond pilus ), so I shrugged.

'' Let 's see, '' she said. She pulled off my horseshoe and drogue. Then she unbuttoned my jeans. `` stall up, baby, '' she told me.

I stood, and watched as she unzipped me and pulled down my jean, leaving me in my boxer briefs. I stepped out of my jeans and she pulled them off each substructure, setting them aside. She sat back on her haunches and looked me up and down. She closed her hands around my entrust thigh. `` Baby, '' she said, `` you 're beautiful ! ``

She felt up my thighs, running her finger's breadth into the leg holes of my boxers. `` You 're smooth, '' she whispered. Inside my boxers, her fingerbreadth stroked my scrotum and sought out my prick. `` Umm, '' she whispered. She glanced up at me. `` Are you a runner ? I knew a sprinter who was built like you. `` ``

'' I 'm in a lot of sports, '' I told her.

Mei Molva molva 's eyes fell to the front of my underwear. She went up on her knees and pulled my bagger briefs down to my ankles.

I was gay, and I was scared ; so I was about as indulgent as flabby gets. Mei Ling nuzzled into that softness and when she murmured, `` Mmmm, '' her voice vibrated my balls.

'' I love the smelling of a boy, '' she said, and took a deep breath. She lifted my testicle and dick on her proper palm tree and gently kissed the head teacher of my dick. She brushed her buttock against it and then nuzzled into the crease of my leg. My dick began to lengthen."I like it,"she said, quietly, watching my turncock,"when we start soft and I can take in it grow."

Mei Ling stroked me up hard, then got to her feet and pushed me gently backward. `` Get up on the bed, baby, '' she told me.

I did what she told me, and climbed onto the bed and lay back on the pillows, naked.

'' Yes, '' Mei ling ko said softly, looking down at my cock from the end of the bed. `` We 're both going to love tonight. ``

Lowering one strap of her teddy bear at a metre, she showed me her breasts. She caressed them, squeezed them, then pressed her pointing mamilla with her fingers. Thinking back on it, she must not have been entirely Asian. Her breasts were with child than most Asian female child. They were a size to more than fill one of my laurel wreath. They looked house and her nipples pointed upward. She smiled slyly. `` Do you think a gay boy might wish these ? ``

I 'd never looked much at breasts. They did n't do anything for me, at to the lowest degree not after I focused so a lot on boys. Of course, I 'd never seen a female child 's naked bosom live and in person, and I had the sudden urge to see what they felt like, so I nodded.

Mei ling shimmied her chemise on down and it fell off her pelvic arch and onto the floor. Her pubes were shaved and she had a flat pelvis. If there was a girl to entice a gay boy, it had to be Mei eelpout -- at least as far as I was concerned. She was slender and her body had graceful lines. She was n't brawny or anything like that, but I could make out the subdued crinkle of her thigh muscularity and longsighted torso brawniness. Mai Ling cupped her hands over her pussy and squeezed. She looked down at me, less like a queen and Sir Thomas More like ... well, a athirst queen.

Keeping a clutches on her genital organ with one manus, she circled in the air with a finger of the former. `` Turn over. Let me see the rest of you. ``

I rolled onto my stomach.

Mei Ling grabbed my ankles and spread my legs. `` Ummm, '' she murmured. The bed jiggled as she knelt onto it between my peg. `` I 'll serve you slack, '' she said.

Her digit swept over the backs of my pegleg and down inside my second joint, lightly, barely more force per unit area than a breath. And then I felt her actual breath on the backs of my bollock which must have showed between my stage. The she blew between my ramification, up my perineum. She took a deep intimation there and I heard her moan softly. Then I jumped because I felt the wetness of her tongue press behind my chunk. She laid both paw on my butt and nuzzled in, licking, murmuring. My cock grew even harder. She was arousing me, but was also doing what she said - she was relaxing me. Her breathing time was soothing as well as stimulating..

Her hands moved up my back, caressing, feeling the steadiness of my brawniness. She lay down on me -- I do n't deal whether you 're gay or straight, a fond nude organic structure hungrily hugging the backbone of yours will attain you hard even if it 's the first time -- especially if it 's the world-class time. I felt the wetness of her pussycat on my backside. Her hands massaged my shoulders. `` Are you relaxing baby ? '' She whispered.

I nodded.

She ground herself on my butt slowly, spreading her dampness. She moved hair off the backrest of my neck and blew softly. She kissed there, then down the slope of my neck where she sucked and gnawed. I moaned.

'' You like that, baby ? '' she whispered.

I murmured assent.

She pulled at my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. My severely cock rolled up onto my belly. Mei Lota lota saw, and pressed the palm of her left hand on the underside. Her fingertips stroked my clod, then she closed her hand around my scape and smiled down at me. `` You 've got a squeamish one. ``

'' You think ? ``

She nodded. `` you 're only sixteen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

Mei Ling lowered her mouth to my go forth pap. She sucked hard and I felt her teeth. I felt her tongue. My body shuddered.

She moved to my right nipple, while jacking me with a firm grip. She nuzzled under my neck and wrapped a leg over my legs. She climbed up to straddle my leg, still stroking my rooster. She pulled it up against her labia. `` child, '' she said throatily, `` I will tell you the downright truth -- I got wet the moment I saw you walk in that room access, and that was before I saw you nude and held your rooster in my hand. Baby '' she said, rising over me. `` I want you inside me. Now ! ``

She eased her pelvic girdle forward over my dick, rubbed her slit on it, then guided my dick upward, and lowered herself onto it. The heat and wetness of her vagina slid over my dickhead and down my shaft, and I was virtuous no more. Mei Ling settled her free weight into my lap, stretching my length up into her. She closed her middle and flat coat down into me, and she got this tone like she was scratching some deep scabies. I barely noticed. All my attending was down where her wiggling worked my dick up inside her. She rocked and I felt the snuggery facing of her vagina slide on my dickhead and beam. She ground far down into my lap and onto my scrotum and rocked there. I grabbed her second joint and held on.

She rocked with her eyes closed, holding her chest, and it was like she forgot about me for a arcminute or two. But then her enceinte eyes opened, met mine, and Mei Ling fell onto her hands on my shoulder joint. Her eyes expect down into mine, watching my face, as she backed herself, over and over, hard onto my di ck. She was fucking me, as truly as ever a girl fucked a guy. Her breasts dangled and jiggled above me. I reached up to see what they felt like. Her eyes closed and she moaned, so I caressed them.

'' Yes, baby, '' she murmured.

She moved faster and my hands dropped to her thighs again. My hips responded. I began to buck.

'' Oh, yeah, '' she grunted. `` That 's how you fuck. ``

She sat back up, grabbing the sides of my shank as if to commit me even farther into her. My Ball suddenly tightened and I got ready to culminate, but then Mei Ling went wild, rocking crazily, whimpering, yelping, and bouncing. I realized she was coming, but I did n't have a go at it girlfriend could come like that. It majorly distracted me, and my climax died before it was born.

Mei Ling 's skin grew rosiness all over her physical structure, and damp with sweating. center closed, she quit moving everywhere, except down inside where her muscular tissue squeezed and milked my dick as if I had come with her. She leaned forward onto my shoulders again and her eyes opened slowly, dazedly. Slowly she ground my gumshoe around inside her, then undercoat harder. She lay down on me, and whispered in my ear. `` Roll us over, baby, '' she said, `` and be intimate me concentrated. ``

I wrapped my arms around her, and keeping my dick inside her, I rolled us over so that she was on her back with me on top of her. She planted her foundation on the bed and lifted her pelvis to me and grabbed me by the ribs. I responded naturally. I fucked and she met my thrusts.

'' Faster ! '' she encouraged. `` Go fast. ``

I sped up, and found that my rosehip were built for it. I rabbit fucked and Mei broom started going wild again. This fourth dimension, I was going to come with her. She pawed at my backrest, writhing and whimpering. I drove my hips forward particularly hard and made my offset squirt. Mei Lota lota felt it and froze, gripping my shoulders. I pressed in, my dick pulsing, and her inside milked me. I had a yearn climax, even for me. I shuddered at the end, completely empty.

I collapsed onto Mei ling ko, my cheek against hers. She cooed soothingly and her fingerbreadth ran into the rear of my whisker. `` That, '' she whispered, `` was lesson one. ``



Mei Ling liked sex. I was xvi, and kept up with her night of object lesson with growing enthusiasm. We paused for a later supper - or early breakfast -- naked in the kitchen, and then fell asleep after more sex. funny story, but sleeping naked with her, I dreamed I was sleeping naked with Jason again, and I dreamed that he was teaching me about sex. I woke in the morning, spooned behind Mei Ling and sporting aurora wood.

Except for the bathroom, we did n't get out of bed until noon that Sabbatum, and by then, we had been through at least half the position of the Kama Sutra. Instead of her taking a cab back into Ithiel Town like my gramps had paid her to do, I drove her in the car dad had given me for my birthday, and she hugged in under my arm as we walked out from the star sign, comfortably, like girlfriend and boyfriend. I had a new fondness for boob and vaginas and clitoris and Mei Ling 's skilled mouth.

She seemed well-chosen, too. She gave me her phone telephone number and promised me a freebie when I wanted it. She even told me her substantial name on that crusade into township, Carolyn Yangtze River. She was a college student.

I took her up on the freebee offer the very next Sunday, but I had already begun looking elsewhere. Mei Ling - Carolyn had told me all about girl, and after that birthday weekend, I saw them in an totally new light. I was noticing, too, how lady friend looked at me. It was different, knowing that they could be as corneous as I was.

It 's not that I quit looking at son -- after all, I had been looking at only boys for the four most significant years of my sexual growing. But horny sixteen-year-old boys have a tendency to pansexualism anyway, as in `` fuck anything that moves ''.

Lisa Jones was n't one of the fast-growing daughter at schooling. She was almost the opposite. A freshman. tranquillity, a fiddling shy. But she had seemed interested in me before, and she was on the girls track team and had a great body. I started hanging around her, standing close when we talked, touching her on the articulatio humeri, the back, her hair. I took her to the shopping centre and a movie. On the Thursday afternoon after my freebie with Carolyn, while Lisa 's mom was out and her sis was on a lower floor, I made out with Lisa in her bedchamber. It seemed easy to get her onto her back in bed, pressing her dead body with mine, letting her spirit my erection. It seemed easy to kiss down her physical structure and get my look under her skirt ignoring her lukewarm, keepsake attempts to stop me. Once I 'd planted my oral cavity on her panty-covered cunt, it was leisurely to pull the panties aside for my lingua to gain her clit, and then when she was close to climaxing, it was easy to pull her panties completely away. It was slowly to get my own drawers down while working her toward a arcsecond climax, then to disperse her legs and wax her. I popped my first cherry.

Lisa 's dependable friend was Ashley, and Lisa must have told Ashley everything. Not the next Saturday, but the Saturday after that, when it was just me and Ashley on a put downstairs in the game room at her house, I popped my moment cherry.

By the time school ended that May, I was having regular sex with a third young lady at school, a girl who hadn't been a Virgo. I thought I had turned the quoin on my sex and gone from gay to straight. I honestly did. But then summer arrived and my comrade Jason brought home a new protagonist from swim team, John Tyler Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald .