Sean's Story: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Sean's Story: Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. This story contains sexual activity between minors, male/male sexual contact, and other types of lesser sexual activity. By continuing on to the story you affirm that you are of legal age to read this material and that this material is legal at your present location. Now that that’s out of the way I’d like to say that this is a prequel of sorts to the Not So Little Brother Series that I have already written. If you have not read that you may, or may not, choose to do so. It can be found here: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/not-so-little-brother/. Knowledge of that series is not necessary for understanding of this one. Also, if you’re only interested in sex you’ll want to start on chapter 4. Regardless, enjoy and, as always, feedback is appreciated. Sean’s Story Chapter 1: Beginnings I knew I was gay from the very beginnings of me entering puberty. I was somewhat precocious and started when I was 11 years old. I was a little earlier than most of my friends but I soon realized I was different. The other guys would talk about girls, tits, pussy, and what they would do if they could get their hands on any combination of the three. It was clear what they wanted. And they talked about their dicks. Teenage boys ...

... talk about their dicks a lot; boys will be boys. And to hear them talk you would have thought that my friends were prodigious men packing foot-long cocks in their boxers. Of course it is much more likely that they were all sporting something much closer to the couple inches that I had. Silly boys. But I knew what I wanted as well. I wanted those dicks that my friends talked about so boastfully. I lusted over my supposedly well-hung friends. At night I lay awake playing with myself until I came on my stomach to thoughts of what they looked like naked. If only I had access to one of their dicks I’d show them they didn’t need to chase after girls. All girls did was giggle. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand that my thoughts weren’t “normal” for a guy. I suffered in my lonesome lust for several years without any hope of acting on it. I was closeted and, as far as I knew, the only remotely gay person around. I grew up just outside of Orlando, Florida in a small town you’ve only heard of if you’re a regular traveler on the Florida I-75 corridor. Small, Conservative, Christian. Football was king and men were men. Add to that a healthy dose of athletic competition by shirtless, tanned teenage boys and you have a good picture of the chaste yet taunting hell I lived in. Water, water all around but not a drop to drink. Despite the athletic competitiveness of my small town I was never an athletic kid or teen. I was the nerdiest guy of the boys in my grade and there were only 30 ...