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Sweet Seventeen - 1
by Harperboi (harperboi112@yahoo.com)

***

A seventeen year-old learns that his best friend and 
secret crush - likes him as well - and he finds out 
what it means to be truly in love. (MF-teens, 1st-gay-
expr, oral, rom)

***

Author note: The first parts are back story, meant to 
fill you in on the situation. I do not suggest skipping 
it, as you may not understand everything going on 
without it.

***

How I Became A Man

It seems like decades ago, but yet I know it was only a 
few years. Times change too quickly, people change too 
quickly...

My name's James. James Reyna. Most call me Jim though. 
I always preferred Jim, it was what the Enterprise crew 
called James T. Kirk. I was always a big sci-fi fan, my 
father and grandfather virtually raised me in front of 
television with some "Star Trek" show on it. 

I'm now 22 years old, but my first true story of my 
life happened when I was seventeen. I was a little 
younger then, in terms of experiences. I lived a 
sheltered life, mostly because of how I was raised. My 
mom did drugs up until I was about 16, as did my step-
father. My mom divorced my dad when I was about 10. My 
step-dad more or less abused me. Nothing too serious, 
just some beatings every now and then; I lived through 
it.

I moved with my grandparents when I was about 15, it 
was only at first to attend driver's education, but 
later I just stayed with them until I graduated High 
School. That's when my life began to change, sometimes 
for the good, other times for the worse.

When I was about 13 or 14, I began feeling different. I 
was smart, very smart for my age, and still am, and I 
knew then I was beginning to go through puberty. But 
something was wrong.

I was never attracted to girls. Sure I had a few 
girlfriends here and there, but they were mostly just 
cover. I knew from a very early age I was gay. For a 
couple of years, I more or less ignored it; either 
focusing on my school work, or trying to see if I could 
find some way to become attracted to the female 
mystery. All of my guy-friends were constantly drooling 
over one girl or another. I was a white guy living in 
the middle of a Mexican area, so most of these girls 
were very pretty Spanish girls. I tried and tried, and 
I dated a few, never more than a few months because I 
just never was very good with relationships. 

Then I reached 16, and I was in the middle of a choir 
field trip to Branson, Missouri. This was the turning 
point in my life.

The trip took 18 hours, and it was a long 18 hours. I 
ended up getting shoved in a hotel room with a football 
jock (who was also a very wonderful bass singer as 
well), a little guy, and a gay guy. (you should be 
seeing the whole turning point thing)

I won't go into details about the other two, but I will 
tell you about the gay guy. His name was Andrew Garcia. 
He was a Mexican guy, skinny, very handsome for his age 
(15 at the time, he was a Freshman, I was a Sophomore 
in High School) with black hair and blond highlights, 
and wonderful body. He was also the second best tenor 
in our choir, me being the first. I don't brag usually, 
but this I can brag about, because it was completely 
true. 

Regardless, we stayed up until around 3 A.M. doing 
nothing but talking in the dark. Me and the jock shared 
one bed, Andrew slept on the floor, and the other guy 
slept in the other bed. He had already fell asleep, but 
the rest of us were still awake.

Andrew kept being cryptic about some things he had on 
his mind, and it turned into a kind of guessing game 
for me and Robert (the jock). We ended up finding out 
before we went to sleep, that he had a crush on a guy 
in the other room named, wouldn't you know, Andrew. 
Yes, Andrew had a crush on Andrew. 

The other Andrew was very, very straight, and always 
had a girl beside him. He was basically the greatest 
looking guy in the choir, and I'd even risk saying our 
school. He was gorgeous, tall, tan (he was a lifeguard) 
and just beautiful all around. 

Besides all of this, I also began to realize I was gay, 
and I finally accepted it on that trip. Andrew to this 
day still doesn't know how much he helped me. We ended 
up talking a lot after the trip, and he told me things 
I don't think he would tell just anyone, despite the 
fact he was pretty sure I was straight. I didn't tell 
him I was gay until a couple years later when I 
graduated. But he helped me through a lot, not even 
knowing it.

About halfway through my 17th year, I began becoming 
comfortable with who I was. I eventually came out to 
about 6 of my closest friends, and most of my family. I 
also began showing it a little more in public, although 
reservedly. I had become a H.S. Junior, and was about 
to go to 12th grade. 

I had also fallen in love with a guy a grade and age 
year below me. His name was Justin Mayes, and he might 
as well have been named Einstein. 

This boy (I call him that because he literally looked 
12 years old, even being an 11th grader) was the 
smartest person I had ever seen, anywhere. He tackled 
anything in front of him, and he was also a helluva 
gamer. He loved video games. Call of Duty, Command and 
Conquer, Halo, you name it, he's beaten it at least 
thrice. 

He was also stunning. Short hair, which, to the touch, 
was soft as silk. Small, pointed chin face, puppy dog 
eyes, short but strong body, skinny but well toned. He 
was a golfer. He was perfection... I cannot count how 
many days (and late nights) I drooled over him. He was 
perfect. 

But he was straight as far as I knew. I had told him I 
was gay, and he was ok with it, and was very loyal 
about keeping it a secret until I told him he didn't 
have to any more. But he never did pursue girls, and he 
never really hinted either way. He worked hard at 
school, and enjoyed his games, that was all that 
mattered to him.

But one night at his house changed my whole perspective 
of life... and him... I don't know how I got lucky, but 
I did, and by God, I cannot think of any other place, 
or person, I'd rather be with...

***

"Justin!" I called as I sat down on the big leather 
couch in his living room. We had rigged two computers 
up in there, and were playing a game over the LAN. He 
had run to the bedroom or something, I didn't catch 
which.

"What?" he called back. 

"When the hell are you coming back? They're attacking 
your base you know!" 

"Well then hold them off! I'm looking for something!"

"Yeah, right." I turned back to toward the screen and 
started fiddling with the controls. 

A few minutes later he reappeared around the little 
table in the dining room off to the right. "Sorry I 
took so long." He sat down at his own computer. "I was 
looking for something."

"And what would that be?" I asked. 

"Just something." He plugged in a small flash drive 
into his computer, and music, Linkin Park, began 
playing over his computer speakers, with the explosions 
of the game right behind it. "See?"

"Haha, nice. So, shall we kick these guys' asses or 
what?"

"Sounds fine to me!" he said, his face lighting up at 
the suggestion, then he turned and focused intently on 
the screen. He was so cute like that. If only he were 
gay. That face would be covered in spit in no time 
flat... along with some other body parts.

We played the game for about an hour, and then decided 
to take a break. I was night by then, and we decided to 
go and get some snacks. We hopped into my car, a nice 
little 1996 Chevy Blazer, and headed to the store. 
After we got back, we sat down on the couch and watched 
some TV on his giant flat panel HDTV. His grandparents 
were quite rich, and even though the house they lived 
in, along with him and his mother, was small, it was 
luxurious. I still couldn't figure out where he slept 
though. His family was out of town for the weekend, so 
he invited me over to play some games and spend the 
night. 

He munched down on his hot fries, while I sipped on my 
Sprite. We were watching some comedy show, Punk'd, I 
think was the name. Every now and then we'd laugh, me 
laughing harder than was needed, as I found anything 
funny, VERY funny. We just sat there for a couple of 
hours, before we got up. 

"Hey Jim, I think I'm gonna hit the sack. How bout you? 
You gonna stay up and play or what?" He walked over to 
a hollow stool.

"Eh, I think I'll go to bed too. I'm kinda tired." I 
sat back down on the couch; my sleeping spot, like 
always.

"Here are some blankets and pillows then," he said as 
he opened the stool and pulled out the fabrics. He 
gobbled them into a big ball and threw them at me. I 
was no big boy myself, only 5 feet 9 and about 165 
pounds. The ball caught me by surprise, and I tumbled 
over on my side on the couch. 

"Thanks a lot!" I said sarcastically.

"Sorry, shoulda been watching!" he laughed. 

"Yeah, sure. Go get in bed shorty." I still towered 
over him by a good 5 inches. 

"Yes sir! Captain Jim sir!" He saluted briefly. 

"Funny... jackass..."

"I heard that!" he shouted back as he was heading to 
his room. I spread one blanket on the couch to sleep 
on, laid down, and then put the other one on top of me. 
I drifted off pretty quickly, mostly thinking of 
Justin... and what he looked like naked.

I arose sometime in the middle of the night to light 
foot steps. The room was completely dark, so I couldn't 
see anything except an outline of someone standing 
above me. 

"Justin...?" I said as I wiped my eyes. 

"Yeah... James... it's me..." he moved one hand for 
some reason.

"What is it?" I said, sitting up on the couch slowly.

"Dude... can I talk to you?" 

"Well yeah... but what time is it?"

"4 A.M... I'm sorry to wake you up... maybe it was a 
bad ide-"

"No it wasn't," I cut him off. "I don't mind. Did 
something happen? Did you're grandparents call?"

"No... no it's not about them..."

"Than what it is Justin? You can talk to me, you know 
that." I placed a hand on his shoulder-shadow. "You 
know that," I repeated. 

"Well... it's kinda weird... I dunno how to say it..."

"Then just say it. Dude, after all I've told you, I 
doubt anything you tell me will be any worse." I had 
told him about my earlier crush on Andrew and other 
things...

"Well... ok. I guess. James, it's taken... me a while 
to realize this..." he mumbled something about God 
under his breath. "and I don't know how to say it, 
other than just saying it-"

"Isn't that what I just said to do?" I jumped in. 

"Well, yeah, but quit interrupting me! Gah... forget 
it. Just forget it."

"Oh don't you fucking dare Justin. I've done that to 
you so many times and you end up making me spit it out, 
so now it's finally my turn." I pulled him down onto 
the couch next to me with the hand I had placed on his 
shoulder, and he complied without a fight.

"Gah... fine..." he said, and then grabbed my arm, 
pulled himself towards me... and kissed me. On the 
lips, kissed me. I felt his tongue pushing at my lips, 
and I let him pass. I thought I was still dreaming, so 
I pinched myself on my arm while this was happening... 
and felt the pain. It was no dream.

He finally let go of me and withdrew his tongue. "So I 
said it... I guess..."

Still stunned, I only looked at his facial outline in 
the dark. I regained body control and moved to turn on 
a light, but he pulled me back down. "No, please... I'm 
scared for you to see me right now."

"Why...? You just made one of my biggest dreams come 
true, and you're scared for me to look at you?"

"So... you aren't mad?" he said, changing the subject 
quickly.

"Justin... my god you don't know how long I've had a 
giant crush on you. Hell, just being around you makes 
me have butterflies." I leaned a little closer in to 
him.

"Wow! I kind of knew you liked me... but I didn't think 
it went that far." He too, leaned closer to me. "I've 
liked you too. I've tried to keep it a secret, but I 
didn't know for sure if I did... guess I did..."

"Well, the fact that you never went for the girls had 
me wondering if something was up. But no, I never knew 
you liked ME."

"I'm sorry Jim... I would have said something sooner, 
but I was too afraid. I wanted to right after you came 
out to me. I should have said something, but I 
didn't... I'm sorry." He leaned away, and I could see 
the outline of his hands cover his face. He was 
crying...

"Justin... please don't cry. It's all right. It's 
difficult coming out to someone. I learned that when I 
told Michael." I took him in to my arms and hugged him. 
"It's all right."

"I know," he said with a sob. "I love you James, I do, 
but I didn't know how to say it."

"I know, I love you too Justin. Now that we know about 
each other, we can be together. No more hiding. Okay?"

"Okay James," he took his hands from his face and 
hugged me tightly. We just sat there for no one knows 
how long, just hugging. He was still crying, more 
slowly now, but still gasped for air every now and 
then. I just hugged him some more. 

***


I awoke to the smell of bacon, and the sound of bacon 
cooking on a pan. I guess we had fallen asleep together 
on the couch. The smell instantly awoke me completely, 
and I slid up out of the blanket and sat on the couch. 
I looked into the kitchen... and there was Justin... 
naked.

It took a few seconds to grasp this. Justin... 
cooking... naked... oh wait, with socks on... 
cooking... naked.

I coughed rather noisily, and he looked over at me. His 
face turned slightly red. "Sorry if I startled you... I 
thought it was appropriate."

"Well, it's hardly appropriate, but I can sure say I 
like the view!" I gave him a once over and he was even 
more stunning naked. 

"First of all, he was as white as could be where his 
clothes hid his skin from the golf course sun. Only the 
bottom half of his legs, arms, and head were tan, and 
it was actually quite cute. 

Next in line was his body. His back had a very distinct 
curve to it. It arched inward, the way he was standing 
up straight at the stove... and something else was 
straight... up at attention...

"I guess the morning wood hasn't subsided yet huh?" I 
asked with a glow. 

"Rather, it just came up when I noticed you staring." 
He gave me a cute face with his tongue sticking out.

His penis was quite large for a 16 year old. About 6 
inches, about as fat as my middle and pointer fingers; 
uncut, which made it even better. Another sure sign of 
this guy's perfection.

His ass was also cute. Well rounded, as I had already 
seen in his jeans so many times before. He was 
perfect... even more so naked... it was heaven.

"How about you get comfortable?" he said with a smile. 
That was all I needed. I jumped up, took off my shirt, 
unbuttoned my khaki-shorts, and sent both them and my 
boxers down my legs at the same time. My own morning 
wood popping into view.

I was nothing to talk about. I was smooth-chested, no 
six or eight packs, no pecks. Just smooth white skin. 
My penis was about 6 inches hard, about my pointer and 
half my middle finger wide. Cut. I was still mostly 
hairless, although my pubic hair was quite bushy, as 
was the little patch running up to my belly button. 
That was about it though. 

I blushed as I looked back up to see him staring at me. 
"My, you're pretty fuckin hawt!" he exclaimed. 

"HA! Don't you wish. Look who's talking!" I walked over 
toward the kitchen. 

"Believe me, I'm not hot. You on the other hand..." he 
reached out and grabbed me by my dick as I walked up 
beside him, "look quite delicious." 

"Um, Justin... that's just weird to say."

"I know... but oh well." He pulled me over closer and 
pressed his lips to mine. We frenched for about three 
minutes, both of us now harder than ever before. He 
still had a hold of me, so I grabbed him. He shuddered 
slightly. 

"What? Never been touched by another person before?"

"No, this is my first time." He blushed again slightly.

"Don't worry, the most I've done is jack a guy off. But 
he was about 2 inches long, and small as my pinky. This 
is basically my first time too."

"Okay, that's good I guess." He stroked me a few times, 
and I did the same. The bacon sizzled as he magically 
flipped them with his free hand. "I have bacon and 
biscuits cooking, but they can wait..."

"Oh, is that an offer?" I asked with great enthusiasm.

"Oh... yes it is!" he said, and before I knew it, he 
was on his knees in front of me. That put me in a 
momentary shock. He had moved so fast I had no idea 
where he had went until I felt the warmth on my dick.

I looked down to see him putting me in his mouth 
slowly, and then began feeling his tongue lashing out 
and licking every bit he could find. It was the most 
wonderful sensation I had ever felt in all my 17 years 
of life... and I knew some wonderful masturbation 
tricks. 

He got about three fourths of the way down on me before 
I felt the back of his throat. He gagged a little, then 
withdrew slightly. He then gently suckled me, his 
tongue gently massaging my head. I put my hands on the 
back of his head and played with his silky hair. It was 
bliss. Heaven... whatever you want to call it. 

He began bobbing back and fourth on me, slowly at 
first, then picking up speed as he began gaining 
confidence. Somehow he was good at keeping his teeth 
far away; only once did I have to warn him about it. 
After a few minutes I began getting closer to cumming, 
and I face-fucked him. I grabbed his head, and 
violently fucked him in the mouth, grunting with each 
thrust. I let my head fall back and enjoyed the 
sensations running throughout my whole body. 

"I- I'M- I'M CUMMING!!" I shouted at the top of my 
lungs, and I forced his head all the way onto my dick. 
I felt him gagging beneath me, then swallowing as the 
first shot came out like a gun blast. He swallowed fast 
and furiously, I felt his throat muscles working on my 
head. Shot after shot ran through me, and he swallowed 
diligently. After about 6 more times, I withdrew and 
let him breathe.

"Wow!" he said breathlessly. "Was it that good?"

"Yes," I said, out of breath as well. "That was the 
most fucking amazing thing I have ever felt in my 
life..."

"That was amazing..." he agreed, nodding his head 
slightly. I helped him get up, and we moved to the 
couch. We both plumped down hard, a slight THUMP! 
Erupting beneath us. 

"James...?" he said, regaining most of his breath.

"Yeah?"

"What do we do now? I mean... are we like... going out 
now? Or what?"

"I dunno Justin... I guess it depends on what we 
decide. I personally no longer care if people know I'm 
gay, and I'd just as soon be at your side. But I don't 
know how you feel about it."

"I'm still kinda scared to have others knowing... but I 
love you. I want to be with you always."

"Yeah... I do too Justin," I grabbed him and hugged him 
like the night before. "I do too..."

END

So! Short, sweet, not real erotic... yet! I guess you 
could call this a test, to see how people like it. 

Please note, some of the background story is based off 
true facts, but from there on, it's all fiction. Also, 
the names have been swapped and switched, for obvious 
reasons. 

If you liked it, email me at harperboi112@yahoo.com - 
I'll write more if I get good reviews! 

Continued in part 2...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
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