AS Submitted OG
Author's notes:
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All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age
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This is my first ever story submission. It's planned as an ongoing story with at least 5 chapters
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If you have positive or negative criticism/comments, let me know.
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If you like it, and are looking forward to chapter 02, please leave a comment as this will give me more motivation. Enjoy!
● Originally some of the characters in this chapter had different names. That was changed in an edit.
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Chapter 1: "There's Just One Problem"
When I came out around the end of high school, I was met with a predictable amount of hostility--and support--at first. But once the dust had settled, I was faced with indifference. People really didn't care about other people's shit; especially by Grade 12 (which I'll try to call "senior year" from now for the non-Canadians).
But every so often I'd experience something that was neither hostility, nor support, nor indifference:
curiosity
. Especially from straight guys. They really wanted to know about the mechanics of gay sex, and often when they would ask me about it, it felt very much like flirting. It usually didn't go anywhere, but often enough it did. It never lasted though.
I was far from the only out gay kid at my school of over 2,000 people, but I tended to be withdrawn. I had friends--nerdy, arty types mostly--but I didn't go out of my way to form community. And despite having secret hookups with a number of other senior guys, I wasn't at all "dating". It made me a good 'dirty little secret' for some of the more curious or closeted guys.
A few months after my coming out, very close to the end of senior year, I started getting invited to hang out with a group of loveable jock types that had been very close buds since the beginning of high school: Danny, Eric, and Josh. Danny and Eric went back even further. They knew each other since elementary school.
The first time we hung out was after a school thing. An impromptu sort of thing. It was a basketball game. I didn't normally go to school events, especially not sports-related ones, but I was hooking up with a guy from the team and I thought this show of support might help make him feel more seriously about what we could be. The boys were there, and Danny struck up a conversation with me. He invited me to hang out with them after the game. They were going to drive to a nearby field and drink. They had beer for me, too.
Danny, Josh, and I drank, while all four of us including Eric sat in the grass, chatting. Danny declared we were playing
Never Ever Have I Ever
, or whatever the hell that game is called. You know the one: take a swig of booze if you have done the thing. Eric would take a swig of water, since he was driving.
Right off the bat Danny threw out a sexual one.
"Never ever have I ever..." he paused for a moment, looking around coyly, "gotten my dick sucked at school."
With that, he took a big sloppy swig of his beer. A stream rushed down his sharp jaw and along his neck as he guzzled from the bottle. I watched the trickle disappear into some spines of hair coming out of the top opening of his v-neck. He wiped his lips, most unsubtly.
Maintaining eye contact with him, and glancing over at Josh and Eric, who hadn't drank, I raised the bottle to my own lips and was about to take a big swig myself when I paused for a moment, saying "wait" out loud, as I thought to myself,
have I actually gotten my dick sucked at school or only sucked other dicks at school?
I had done both, and with that realization proceeded to gulp down some beer.
"Dude who sucked your dick at school?" Eric asked Danny.
Before Danny could answer, Josh cut in.
"I'm more curious about who sucked off Moh over here," then turning in an aside to Eric added, "Danny was Marlene, and probably Jess and Ashley, too."
"Yes, yes... no, but
almost
..." Danny said, raising an eyebrow before continuing, "and I'm also way more curious about who's been sucking
your
dick, Moh."
Danny enthusiastically reached over and gently cupped my junk through my shorts, he didn't grip it much but I did feel him press up a bit against my balls and shaft, and it felt nice. I reflexively kind of thrust upwards to mash my meat against his hand. I gently pressed and did a little swirl while he, in turn, squeezed more firmly to make my cock palpably throb in his hand.
And then it was over. It lasted no more than two seconds, but my head swirled, and my heart raced and my cock--of course--continued to throb. While the other guys
did
see Danny grab my crotch area, I don't think they noticed just how much contact we made. They still looked at me expecting an answer.
"Look guys, I can't tell you who's been sucking my dick or whose dicks I've been sucking."
"Oh come on,
I
told
you
." Danny objected.
"It's a bit different for me." I thought about how to proceed. I explained that I didn't want to be no fun, that I was happy to play the game and fill them in on all sorts of scandalous details about myself, but I also wasn't gonna
out
people that they actually knew.
"I know that all sounds boring, but think about it this way. If I ever suck any--or
all--
of your dicks, you can rest assured that I would never tell anyone."
They all smiled and chuckled at that, accepting my explanation. But Danny's smile lingered and looked a lot more lustful than the others. For the rest of the night I could feel his hungry eyes on me. Especially on my ass, which admittedly looked pretty great in the shorts I was wearing.
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I hung out pretty regularly with Danny after that. He'd come to the park near my house and we'd smoke weed together. Or we'd drive around in his expensive-but-still-sensible European car.
Audi
, I think? I wasn't a car guy. Occasionally Eric or Josh were with him. But the next time all four of us hung out was about three weeks after the first, on a Saturday night at Danny's house.
It was during finals before school was officially finished, but classes were over. There was a sense of absolute freedom, aside from one easy-as-fuck exam, prom, and a graduation ceremony I was completely, one-hundred-percent, done with high school. I was weirdly excited to hang out with people that I went to high school with, but really hadn't hung out with then. I wanted to be sexual around these guys, I felt like something could happen, at least with Danny. And I felt like it was easier to be that way because they were new to my life, and after prom and graduation, it would be very easy to never see any of them again. I felt like they may have been counting on this too, at least Danny.
I got off the city bus pretty solidly in the suburbs. The evening breeze carried the smell of looming summer. The air was crisp, not cold.
Fresh
. A blue-orange gradient stretched across the sky, broken apart by a smattering of ivory-coloured fluff, glowing in the evening sun.
Danny's house was about a fifteen to twenty minute walk from there. If I had come earlier they could have driven me, but they had started drinking around 4 PM, the moment Danny's parents left for Italy, and so no one could safely drive me. Considering how cavalier many of the kids in our school were about drunk driving, I appreciated that. But as I walked, it dawned on me that I hadn't planned how to get home. A cab would be expensive as fuck, no one could drive me, and the last bus out of this neighbourhood was probably in less than three hours.
I could maybe sleep over, I knew Eric and Josh were, but I hadn't planned on it. Josh had been doing sleepovers at Danny's since they were all 14. Eric, who met Danny in grade school, had probably slept at his house once a month since he was 10.
I felt like a bit of an outsider. And it had occurred to me that Danny invited me to "come over". He didn't invite me to "stay" or "sleep" over, in his text to me.
As I approached the house my feelings of outsiderness grew and loomed more heavily than ever: this place was a goddamned palace. It wasn't like an L.A. celebrity home, but it was a regal, fully detached brick home with a manicured lawn and elaborate landscaping. The backyard was surrounded by a tall wrought iron fence mostly obscured by a thick hedge.
The driveway was a full roundabout with a wide mouth leading into the street. In the centre was a stone bench surrounded by flowers and bushes. This house was not the kind of house I was used to going to. And as much as I wanted to get sexual with Danny, the thought of staying over filled me with a weird despair; a pit in stomach. I associated rich people's homes with bad things.
As a child of not-wealthy immigrants, I was used to rich-people homes being places where I either embarrassed myself (and family), or places where I sat perfectly still while I tried to pretend I was somewhere else.
I walked up to the door, heavy and wooden, inlaid with angled glass pieced together between metal. I rang the bell, and peered through the glass. It looked like the there wasn't much activity on the ground floor of the house. The lights were low, but I could make out that the front door led into an open vestibule which let out into an open living and kitchen area.
As I waited for about thirty seconds my heart began to race, I pondered ringing the bell again. All of a sudden, I felt like I had to pee and didn't want to be here. I don't know why I felt so nervous, but all I could think about was just darting off into the evening light. I tried to steady my shaky hands as I saw a warped figure shift along the glass as it grew larger. Danny open the door and greeted me with a huge smile on his face.
"Hey, we've been waiting for you." He said giving me a quick hug and ushering me in.
I instantly chilled out. I let out a sigh of relief and melted into an almost calm state. I admired the way he smiled at me, his pearly whites beaming against the backdrop of his sharp cheekbones. He was so manly. His shaved, dark hair, and prominent nose gave him a much older look than the rest of us. In his quick hug I caught the whiff of his antiperspirant and maybe his soap.
