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(not finished, I promise). If you have not read that you may or may not choose to. 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 of us. We were all pretty close having been in almost all of the same classes since preschool. And many of them ran track, swam, or played soccer. I read, played computer games, and studied for school. I’d seen what happened to people who didn’t do well academically in this town. They never left. Regardless of my interests the other guys loved me anyway. They explained the finer points of football to me and I helped them with their algebra homework. We accepted each other for our differing interests but I was never sure that they would accept me for being gay. The idea of coming out scared me.

But we all must stop living in fear eventually. When I was 14 years-old I finally decided to come clean. I chose my friend Casey to come out to. He had lived across the street from me my entire life and was probably the closest of my friends.

We were walking home after school one day in February when I blurted it out.



“I … I’m. I’m gay.”


“Yeah… I like guys.”

“I know.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. Casey stopped a second later. What was he saying? He knew I was gay before I told him? How could he know? What gave me away? Who else knew? FUCK!

“I figured it out a while ago man.”

“You did? Whe- Ho- Wuh?

“How long have we been friends? I know you. I see the way you look at guys and girls. You look at guys the way that the rest of us look at girls.”

I sighed and we started walking again.

“Fuck, am I really that obvious?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that everybody knows but a couple of the guys have mentioned it.”

I stopped again. In that moment I experienced sheer terror. They’d talked about me? My gayness had been a topic of conversation? FUCK!


“Yeah… I mean, it’s come up a couple times. We’ve noticed, you can’t blame us. But don’t worry about it. Nobody cares. We’ve known you forever. Besides, if anyone tried to give you shit I’d kick their ass. I got your back.”

Casey grinned at me and punched me in the arm a little harder than I would have liked. I winced and grabbed where he punched me. That’s gonna leave a mark.

“Pussy” he smirked.

We started walking again.

“So you really don’t care?”

“You’re my friend.”

Casey paused and then grabbed me by shoulder, stopping me. He made me face him and looked into my eyes.

“It isn’t even a matter of caring. You’re practically my brother. You are who you are and I love you for it. Fuck anyone who cares.”

I couldn’t help myself and broke out into a shit-eating grin.


Casey rubbed my shoulder and we resumed our walk home for the third time. We walked for a while in silence before Casey spoke again.

“So, you ever fucked a guy?”

“What? No!”


Casey seemed oddly sad about that.

“Have you ever fucked a girl?”


“So we’re even.”

We had a short laugh and walked the rest of the way to our houses. We talked shit for the rest of the walk but inside I felt like the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I was gay. I told someone. Casey knew I was gay. He KNEW I was gay and he didn’t care. Life was good.

Over the next couple weeks I slowly came out to the guys I knew should hear it from me in person and many that I just thought should know. I knew that word would spread among the rest and would, of course, make its way through the girls in our year. Most of the guys didn’t care. A couple of the guys told me that, like Casey, they’d known for a while. Of course there had to be one guy who wasn’t ok with it. Brian, a guy who I’d known for most of my life, approached me in the crowded locker room one day, called me a faggot, and told me he’d kill me if he saw me checking him out. He apologized to me the next day after Casey and three other guys “talked” to him about it. He had a slight limp.

I guess I was lucky to have such good friends.

Around that time Casey started dating a girl. A couple weeks later were hanging out together when he told me about getting a blowjob from her.

“…and her lips felt so amazing on my cock. They slid up and down my shaft and went they went over my head it was like heaven...”

I’d never thought about blowjobs that much before but listening to him tell me about his first one was hot as fuck and my dick started to get hard in my pants.

“…and I told her I was cumming but she just kept sucking on my cock. It felt like she was sucking the cum out of me…”

He stopped talking as he caught me trying to adjust my dick into a more comfortable position.

“My story excite you?” he asked, grinning.

“Shut up!” I said, adjusting myself more openly now that I’d been caught.

“Aw, come on. I didn’t even tell you about her swallowing.”

“Yeah, well its all the same when you haven’t even been kissed.” I said, getting defensive despite my best efforts to remain calm.

Casey seemed genuinely surprised.

“Wait, you’ve never been kissed?”

“No. Who would I have kissed? I’m the only fucking gay guy in this fucking town.”

“Oh. Well… I dunno… I mean you could have kissed a girl I guess?”

“Well I haven’t!” I almost shouted “I’m a fucking faggot in case you forgot!”

I sat back, angry and dejected. Kissless, 14 year-old gay kid being interrogated by his straight best friend. What the fuck?

For his part Casey was beside himself with embarrassment. He was sitting hunched over looking at his hands. His mouth was slightly open and from experience I knew he was biting his tongue as he always does when he’s deep in thought.

Shit. Casey didn’t deserve that. I overreacted. He wasn’t trying to be a dick.

“Casey… I’m –“

I was interrupted by Casey leaning in and kissing me. At first I was surprised and tried to back away but he held me against him. I started to kiss him back and it felt good. No, more than good. His tongue entered my mouth and caressed mine. So this is what kissing feels like…?

After what felt like forever, but was probably only a couple of seconds at most, Casey pulled away from me. A small trail of saliva joined us briefly but broke as he moved away. We wiped our chins clear at the same time. Our eyes met. I blushed.

“So, how was it?” he asked.

And in that instant all of the euphoria I’d felt during the kiss was gone and replaced by an bottomless pit in my stomach. An endless wave of thoughts and questions washed into the pit. Had that really just happened? I had just made out with my muscular, hunky, straight best friend. What the fuck? Was he straight? Maybe he’s bi? Why did he do that? What did it me? Does he like me like me? Why am I turned on? Is it ok that I’m turned on?

As these thoughts raced through my head my face went from one of elation to one of horror.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, “I know I’m not that bad of a”

He looked concerned but I was confused. I stood up.

“I… I have to go.” I said gathering my things hastily “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I practically ran out of his house and across the street. Once I got into my house I rushed up the stairs and into my room, closing the door behind me. I sat on the edge of my bed, shocked, and thought about what had just happened. Though I’d lusted over a number of my friends over the years I had never thought about Casey that way before. He was almost a brother. He was hot, yeah, I could admit that, but fuck. And I knew he wasn’t gay. That was clear. Maybe he was bi?

I was lost in rumination when I heard a knock at my door and then the door opened before I could even respond.

Casey walked in and closed the door behind hin.


“No, don’t say anything. Just listen.”

He looked like a concerned parent looking down at me, so stern.

“I’m sorry. I should have thought through that before I did it. I’m not gay, you know that. I wasn’t coming out or anything.”

“Then what was that? That kiss?”

“Just that. A kiss. I wanted you to know what it felt like. I saw you reacted when I asked you if you’d been kissed and I didn’t want you to be left out. Now you can say you’ve kissed someone, and a guy at that.”

So it was pity?

“Thanks, I guess.”

“But don’t you dare say it was me or I’ll kick your scrawny little ass.” He said jokingly.

“I won’t.”

“So are we cool?”

“I guess. It was just… I was confused. I didn’t know what to think.”

“yeah, like I said, I should have thought it through first. But if I had I probably wouldn’t have had the balls to do it. So I just did it.”

“Like a bandaid” I said, hoping he wouldn’t hear the tinge of hurt in my voice.

“Not that it was bad,” he clarified “It was pretty good from my end.”

“Thanks,” I grinned glad it wasn’t awful at least. “I’d say the same but I don’t have anyone else to compare it to.”

“I’m told I’m pretty good. But what did you think? Did you like it? Everything you hoped it would be and more?”

There was a sparkle in his eye. He knew I liked it but wanted to hear me say it.

“Well yeah, it felt amazing…”

I droned on for a short time about how amazing it was but my voice trailed off as I went back to the incredible sensation of our tongues intertwined in my mouth. That gave way to the realization that I wouldn’t be experiencing that for a while.

End Chapter 1

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