This is my first submission to this website, so any *constructive criticism is appreciated. Thank you.
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Growing up in a very small, close-minded town as a gay teenager was not an easy thing to do. In my high school, there were a little more than 300 people that attended. The school was filled with "hicks", as I referred to them (being the "rebellious" teen that I was), and finding another person to help ease some sexual tension was a very difficult, if not an impossible task to achieve. I was the only kid at my school who openly admitted to being a homosexual. No one seemed to mind, and even if they did I had a lot of the more "jocky" students behind my back in case they decided to cause me any trouble.
Despite being out of the closet, I was still unable to get any attention from someone who may even just be curious about sex with another male. My hand was barely enough to keep my high sex-drive under control, and I suffered through high school without another cock to play with. All I could do was go home (which was a 15 minute bus ride to the middle of no-where, mind you), and jerk myself off a few times before I passed out. It was a very depressing time in my life indeed.
So here I was, a recent high-school graduate, still living with my parents, and still a virgin. I didn't have a driver's license, so I was unable to contact anyone and meet up for some quick sex. I was average looking, 5 foot 5 inches with an average build, brown hair and eyes, and a raging member pressing against my jeans at all times. I never thought finding someone to fuck would be so difficult, it was just a matter of where I was raised. I was unlucky, to say the least. Until I got a phone call one evening.
I answered my phone with a confused "Hello?", not expecting a call at 11 PM at night. On the other line was what sounded like a very nervous guy, who replied with a very muffled "Hey... is this... Jason?" I confirmed who I was and then asked who I was speaking to. It was a boy from my high school named Jesse.
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Jesse was an adorable kid to say the least. He was an inch or two shorter than me, which was surprising seeing as how I was very short myself. We were only a year apart from each other in age, with him being 18, and myself being 19 at the time. He had curly light brown/dark blonde hair, the softest, most soothing voice I have ever heard, a smile that made me want to melt, and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. The only problem with Jesse was that he had very Christian beliefs, with his family being very harsh towards the gay community. That put me off a little, but I still managed to play out certain fantasies in my head, starring him.
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There was a brief silence on Jesse's side of the phone. I could tell that he was very nervous for some reason. "Hey..." he said sharply, "You're... gay, right?" I chuckled a little bit, and replied with, "Yeah, why?"
"I was just wondering because..." He paused for a while, "Because I was wondering if... I could try stuff with you?"
I was completely shocked, unable to grasp that I had just heard those words muttered from his lips. I collected myself because I realized that I had a golden opportunity to experience sex with a very gorgeous boy. "I mean... sure, if you want. What do you have in mind?"