“A Teen Awakening “
Written by Marc Stone.
First up, lets get the legal disclaimer out of the way. If you are under 18
years of age (or 21, depending on your area & country) or it is illegal to
view sexually explicit material then you should stop NOW. This story contains
scenes of an explicit nature featuring consensual gay sex between teenagers,
teenagers and adults, and teenagers who may or may not be related. Although, semi-autobiographical,
the author of this story in no way condones sex between adults and minors
or incest. This story features, what in today’s society, is deemed unsafe
sexual practices. The author urges anyone engaging in sexual activity to
use their head and practice safe sex.
Now the story continues…
Chapter Four: Me & Rick!
Not long after my 16th birthday I started having fansies about my friend
Rick. Sure we had wanked off together before, but never touching each other
(just vocal comparison of length and thickness were accepted!). Let me
describe how Rick looked then. He had just got a weights machine for
Christmas and had started to fill out quite nicely, he was about 5ft 4,
slim, short brown hair, and slight freckles. He had a nice thick cock, not
huge in length, but nice and thick with a slight curve upwards.
Not long after my 16th birthday my mother moved in with her fiancé and I
rented the house, so basically I could do as I please. One weekend my and
Rick got invited to a party and decided to have a few cans of lager before
we left (I could pass for 18 by then and got served alcohol in
off-licences) and took some more to the party. Anyway, the party was pretty
shit and we decided to leave. As we were walking to my car (I know,
drinking and driving don’t mix, butWhen you’re young, common sense goes
out of the window) and we met two girls. It turned out that they had had a
big argument with their friend who they were staying with and had no place
to sleep that night, so me being the good Samaritan offered them a bed for
the night. They could stay in the spare room (which used to be my room) as
I had moved into the front bedroom, which used to be my mothers. I think
that Rick was hoping we would both get screwed by the girls but that failed
to happen. Some months before I had confessed to Rick about being
BI-sexual, and to give him credit, he took it quite well, but stated that
he was straight. I left it at that, but still lived in hope that one day I
would end up sleeping with him.
So, that night Rick stayed with me in the double bed and the two girls had
my spare bed. Rick, who had had quite a lot to drink, proceeded to pass out
into a deep sleep, snoring quite loudly. I, however, was wide awake and
Very horny. Now I, no matter what the circumstances, sleep in the nude.
Rick, being the modest person he is, slept in his boxes. I was laying
There listening to his breathing when I suddenly had the urge to feel his
cock. My mind was racing with whether I could do it without waking him up.
I started by just casually struggling his legs (hairy, but not over hairy!)
letting my hands go higher each time. I should point out that we were
sleeping top to tail so his head was at the other end of the bed. I decided
at this point to get a bit bolder and started moving my hands up to the leg
openings of his boxes and allowing my fingers to trail inside. I
constantly listened for any change in his breathing, just in case he woke up.
“it’s now or never”, I thought,
and I slid my hand over the front of his boxes. What I found made me gasp.
His cock was already stiff and the head was poking out of the hole at the
Front of his shorts. He must have been having a wicked dream. Not only was
his cock hard, it was incredibly hot and pulsing. I gently placed my hand
over the top of his dick, smearing his pre-cum over the end. All common
sense went out of the window then, as I decided I wanted to suck it. Could
I? Would he wake up? I didn’t care at the point, I just wanted to feel his
dick in the back of my throat.
I slid down the bed until my head was level with his boxes, my feet
dangling over the edge. Taking his cock in my hand, I guided it into my hot
and wet mouth, slowly sliding my tongue down its length. I listened again,
but couldn’t hear snoring, but his chest was rising up and down, and I
Thought he was still sleep, so I carried on, sucking deeper and faster. It
was then I abandoned all hope of just brushing this off as a dream, when I
grabbed his cock, fisted it three times and swallowed the 4 big spurts of
cum as it jetted into my waiting mouth. I cleaned up his dick with my mouth
Then returned it inside his boxes. I was so turned on by this point, I
went into the bathroom and jacked off, shooting load after load of cum
into the toilet. By the time I came back he was, once again, snoring
loudly. I crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep myself.
It wasn’t until two weeks later, and he was out with my and my Nan at our
local social club for a drink when I found out, that he wasn’t sleep that
night. He waited until my Nan got up to go to the bathroom and in the
middle of the conversation slipped in with,
“You sucked me off that night, didn’t you?”
I didn’t know what to say, do I deny it, put it down to a wet dream. I was
speechless.
"I was wait at the beginning”, he added, “but then I woke to find you
sucking my cock, and I don’t know why I did, but I let you carry on. It was
probably the drink or whatever, but I should have stopped you and I didn’t.
You know I’m not gay, I told you, so why did you do it?”
I just looked at him and replied, “I couldn’t help myself Rick, I was
laying there listening to you sleep and I just got the urge to suck you
off. I’m sorry, it won’t ever happen again.”
And to that day, it never has. He didn’t speak to me for eight months after
that, I thought I had ruined our friend forever, but we made it up in
the end. I still fantasized about him, hell I still do now and then, and I
Even fell in love with him for three years. I told him when I was 21, just
After I came out to my dad & step-mum, that I was in love with him. I think
we were playing pool and drinking in his pool shed. Straight after I said
it, I burst into tears which started him off crying. He then proceeded to
punch the glass window in the shed, cutting open his hand. We couldn’t
brush that one off, and I said,
“I better leave…do you want me to stay?”
he replied, “No…I can tell my mum what happened…you better best go home”.
The next day, I spoke with his mother, a really nice woman, who explained
that it didn’t matter if I was gay, but that Rick wasn’t and loved you as a
friend. I said I was prepared to accept that, and I didn’t want to lose his
friendship. He has admitted, since, that he is curious about what it is
like to have sex with a guy, and will even go so far to say, that one day
he might even try it. I’ve got him to promise that if he does, it will be
with me!
But, I’ve shot forward too far. This all happens way into the future. After
that, I slept with a few girls (nothing special!) but I wanted to meet more
men, I think by this time I was finally coming the conclusion I was gay. I
decided to join the Royal Navy. You know how it is, you’re stuck in a
boring Bank job, no prospects, little money, what do you do… “Join the
Navy, see the world!” So thats exactly what I did.
More to cum…
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