Without a doubt, I will never forget my first gay experience. It all started when I walked into Mrs. Guttman’s class on a crisp early April morning. There, in the front row, sat the most handsome guy I had ever laid eyes on. He was more than handsome in my mind. He was adorable!

His eyes were dazzling baby blue. A divine wave of dark brown hair hung neatly down just above his brows. His cheeks were ever so slightly sunken in perfectly just below his nostrils. His cute little pointed barbed nose was so pleasantly compressed and his scanty ears dainty crested outward. He had to be an angle from heaven, I thought to myself.

While I still didn’t quite fully understand my sexuality, nevertheless I developed an instant crush on him. In fact, it was more than a crush. It was a fixation. 

When the bell rang to start the begging of class, Mrs. Guttman stood up with his folder in her hand. She opened it and said, “Class, we have a new student. As she carefully looked him up and down with a slight smile on her face as he sat straight up in his chair, she said, “Please welcome Marcus Stevens who has just moved here from Chicago”. 

Mrs. Guttman then asked him to stand up and tell the class a little about himself. The minute he arouse to his feet, he displayed flawless confidence. He cracked the cutest smile (dimples and all) and told us how he liked camping, the beach, reading, roller blading and sports--especially baseball and the Chicago White Sox.

When I glanced across the room, I counted at least six girls with their mouths wide open and almost in a drool. Who could blame them, I asked myself. 

I knew he was going to be an instant hit at school, especially with the hot looking girls and popular guys. 

Needless to say, I didn’t remember a word Mrs. Guttman said that day even though American history was my favorite subject. My mind wondered and I couldn’t help but glance over and admire him almost every two minutes.

After the bell rang ending first period, naturally a flood of students came up and introduced themselves as he walked down the hall to his next class. He had only been in our school one hour and was already just about the most popular student on campus.

Given he had so many people around him, I didn’t bother introducing myself. I figured I would wait a few days until all the fuss clamed down and then I would get my chance. Besides I was a big White Sox fan too, and wanted to mentioned it to him. 

But I sure couldn’t wait until third period. That was PE class. Certainly he would strip and take a shower like most of us guys did after gym and then I would get a chance to check out his naked body from head to toe. 

Unfortunately, I was in for a big let down because when gym was over, he just changed back into his slightly faded jeans and crisp yellow button down Polo shirt which made him look so damn preppy. But at least I got to see him in his underwear. His body was as smooth as a baby’s butt just like mine. 

By lunch time, and just like I figured, he was already hanging around with the David Ambers, Justin Southcliff and Geoff Ramsey crowd who were the most popular group of guys at school. I knew I had no chance of becoming good friends with him, so I didn’t get my expectations up. Even though most people considered me to be fairly good looking, I was just a regular guy who blended right in with everything and everyone. 

By sixth period, all I wanted to do was go home and masturbate fantasizing over him fucking the best looking & most popular girl at school, Christina Farah. Of course all I would focus on during my hand-job session was his gorgeous male anatomy. 

Just after the final bell and I began my short walk home, I ran into my cousin, Trisha, who was the same age as I. Right away she asked if I met the new guy, Marcus Stevens yet cause everyone was talking about him. Her question only depressed me, but I sure didn’t let on. Rather, I just shrugged my shoulders and pretended that he was no big deal. 

But in my mind, I wondered how the good lord could have made me attracted to guys and then tortured me by dangling this beautiful human, Marcus Stevens, right in front of me just like putting a person on earth for the sole propose of eating candy in front of a baby. And that baby of course was me. 

Even though I never thought of myself as being gay, I wanted him so badly that I would have kissed his sweet, darling, precious lips in a New York Minute if I thought I could have gotten away with it and no one would have found out. 

By the third day, rumors were are already swirling around school like a raging fire burning through a red barn loaded full of dry hay that Jamie Sanders, one of the most popular girls at school, had already broken up with her boyfriend hoping that Marcus Stevens would ask her to go steady with him. Again, who could blame her or any girl like her , I asked myself. 

After PE that day, I decided I would finally introduce myself. I walked up as he sat on a bench in the locker room putting his sneakers on and said, “Hi, my name is Steve Adams”, as I extended my hand outwards.

Immediately, he looked up at me with a smile on his face and replied, “Hi Steve, I’m Marcus, glad to finally meet you”, as he extended his hand outward to shake mine.

So that he didn’t think I was a prick, I quickly added I would have introduced myself earlier, but he had so many people coming up to him over the last few days, I thought I would wait. 

He just laughed, gave me the cutest drop-dead smile on earth and told me not to even worry about it. 

“Good,” I said to myself. Now at least he knows I am not some guy with an attitude. 

Right away I informed him that I was a big White Sox fan and that my dad was originally from Chicago and had taken me over the years to at least twenty of their games at Comisky Park whenever we were visiting my grandparents in Illinois. 

I even added that I had an actual spectator’s chair as a souvenir from the old Comisky Park before they tore it down and built the new stadium.

Needless to say, his face really lit up and the next thing I knew we began talking about all our favorite players as we walked into the cafeteria. I noticed we were almost the same size (he was slightly taller) both height and physique wise. He invited me to sit with him and we talked about White Sox baseball while we ate. 

After that day, Marcus and I became casual friends. While we didn’t hang out together because he was too busy running around with the most popular kids at school, he would give me a thumbs up everyday before class if the White Sox won the night before or a thumbs down if they lost. And occasionally we would chat in the library during study hall. 

And while I still couldn’t get him out of my mind and was envious as all hell, nevertheless I was grateful every time we got together and talked even if it was just for a few minutes or so. He made me feel so alive inside, especially when he gave me one of his drop-dead gorgeous smiles that he so often did. And he called me, “Stevey” which I kind of liked just because it was coming from him.

Then, about two months later, I was sitting by myself in the library on Wednesday afternoon just before the upcoming long Memorial Day weekend. I was working on a paper for history class about the American Civil War.

Suddenly, in popped Marcus. He came right up , turned a chair around backwards so he could get almost in my face and sat in it. He gave me one of his drop-dead smiles and asked in a kind of devilish but really sweet & cute tone, “Watcha doing, Stevey”? 

I looked up at him and kindly explained I was working on our assignment for Mrs. Guttman’s class. 

Abruptly, he asked, “Watcha got planned this weekend since we’re off on Monday?” 

I replied probably not much (even though it was my birthday on Saturday) and that my family was going to BBQ on Sunday or Monday. 

Right away he informed me he was leaving Friday afternoon straight after school. He said that he and his parents along with his little sister were going to his father’s annual company outing down at the Disneyland hotel in Anaheim through Memorial Day. He explained that once a year, his father’s company reserved the hotel for all their employees & families and paid for everything including entrance to the amusement park for the entire three days. He went on to add that they were leaving on Friday rather than Saturday because the White Sox just happened to be in town for a three game stand against the Anaheim Angles starting on Friday night. 

I replied, “Geeeze, that’s so awesome, Marcus. I really hope you have a great time which I’m sure you will.” 

Marcus eyes wondered around the room as if to make sure no one was around and then gazed me straight in my eyes with those beautiful baby blue ones of his along with the cutest smile in the world. He said, “Well, the reason I asked Stevey what you are doing this weekend is because I want to know if you would like to go with us--we’ll go to all three ball games this weekend just you and me cause I got us tickets. And when we are not at the games, we’ll hang out at Disneyland or the hotel-- my parents and my little sister will stay in one room and me and you in the other.” 

At first I couldn’t believe what I had heard. Immediately I thought, “A whole three days with Marcus the most adorable guy in all the world & universe just to myself--even our own room to ourselves? Have I hit the lotto or what? Am I dreaming this? This is too good to be true--I need to get my ears fixed---he’s got a ton of friends much more popular than me. Why me? --have I heard this right?” 

I didn’t know how to reply. So I asked almost in bewilderment as I gulped, looked around the room as if he meant someone else and pointed to my chest, “Me, Me, are you sure you want me to go with you Marcus? You don’t want to ask one of your good friends”?

He looked me again straight in the eyes and said, “Heck yes I want you to go with me. And don’t be silly, Stevey. If I wanted someone else to go, I would have asked them. But I’m asking you--we’ll have a great time together especially going to the Sox games---you’ll see”.

I couldn’t believe what the good lord had done for me. So, immediately I accepted his offer. Of course I told him that I had to ask my parents first, but I was sure that they would let me. “They better let me or I will just die and melt away,” I told myself. 

Marcus replied as he reached his hand across and squeezed my shoulder, “Hey Great, ask your parents tonight and then let me know tomorrow--Oh, and Stevey --keep this on the QT cause I don’t want to hurt someone else’s feelings cause I didn’t invite them. I can only bring one person and I want you to go with me”.

I causally replied, “Not a problem, I won’t say a thing.” 

He said that would be great. 

We talked for a few minutes until the bell rang and then headed to our final class together. I wanted to kiss him so bad that I couldn’t concentrate on math that day even though I made straight A’s in algebra. I don’t think I could even add 2 + 2 together cause all I could think about was him as I looked over and admired his adorable face almost every second. 

Just as the final bell rang, Marcus came up and handed me a slip of paper. He exclaimed, “Stevey , here’s my number. If your parents need to call mine, have them call tonight--OK see you tomorrow, buddy”.

On the walk home, all I could think about was Marcus. I was definitely on Cloud-9 and the first thing I did when I put my books down was hit the bathroom and jacked-off fantasizing over Jenny Kalabe and Caroline Hart stripping off Marcus’s clothes and kissing & sucking his body all over. 

Of course that night at dinner, when I asked my parents, they were excited and allowed me to go. But my mom said that she still wanted to speak with Marcus’s mother first just to make sure it was OK with her. My mom had already heard all about Marcus through my cousin, Trisha. According to my mom, Trisha told her a few weeks back that Marcus was considered the “dreamiest” guy in school by most of the girls. 

My dad stated that we could always have my birthday party when I got back early Monday evening and even gave me an extra fifty bucks for spending money. 

For the next two nights, I could hardly sleep I was so excited. I was going to have Marcus all to myself. “Just he and I for three full days with no one around to bug us--especially girls. Would I finally get to see him without his clothes on like maybe stepping in and out of the shower?”, I thought. 

I really didn’t care what happened or what we did just as long as I was going to be with him. 

What seemed like forever, Friday finally arrived. I was beyond excited for it truly was the happiest day of my life. Just after the last bell, Marcus grabbed me and said, “We’ll pick you up in an hour--so be ready cause I want to get there in plenty of time before the game starts at seven o’clock--we’re going to have the best time together this weekend, Stevey, just you and me”. 

The drive down was great! We chatted with his parents the whole time. Every so often Marcus would pop off a joke, reach over and squeeze my hand in the back seat cause his mom and little sister sat up front and couldn"t see us. Of course I didn’t mind him squeezing me and I even made sure I rested my hand flat on the seat so it was close enough for him to lean over and touch anytime he wanted. I was praying that he was flirting with me, but thought in the end, it was probably just one of my silly & wild pipe-dreams. 

When we got to Anaheim, Marcus’s dad dropped us off at the stadium and said he would check us into the hotel. He told us to catch the shuttle back after the game and that they would probably be out at the pool and we could meet them there. 

The game was great! The Sox won in the 9th inning with a home run. Marcus was so excited, he gave me a giant hug as we jumped up and down. And throughout the game, he squeezed my hand every time the Sox made a great play. I never realized he was such a touchy/feelie kind of guy. I wanted to make-out with him right then and there. And he was so sweet too-- he wouldn’t let me buy anything. He stuffed me with three dogs, a bag of peanuts and 4 cokes during the game.

When we got back to the hotel, we met his parents at the pool where his little sister and dad were taking a late night dip while his mom looked on. His mom first saw us and waved us over. She informed us that they couldn’t get two rooms together cause the hotel was packed and we would even have to stay on different floors. But that was just fine by me. I was glad we weren’t going to be right next-door or down the hall from them. 

We visited and chatted for about 40 minutes with his parents out at the pool and then headed up to our room. When we opened the door, our suitcases were already there.

Marcus turned the TV on and said, “Come on Stevey, let’s get out of these clothes so we can relax”. 

Well, needless to say, I couldn’t wait to see him up close in just his underwear so I gladly stripped mine off right away. 

Then came the surprise of my life. After we stripped down to our briefs and brushed our teeth, Marcus looked over at the clock and exclaimed in a really sweet manner with a smile of his face, “Stevey, look, it’s just passed midnight, do you know what day it is ?” 

I glanced over at the clock and replied, “Well, it’s Saturday, I guess”.

Marcus then looked at me, gave me one of his drop-dead sinister smiles and said , “Yea I know it is , but it’s also your birthday”. 

I was in completely amazed, “How did you know that , Marcus?”

He cheerfully smiled and said, “Cause your mom told my mom when she called to make sure that it was OK for you come with us.”

I replied, “Oh wow.”

Marcus exclaimed as he opened his suitcase and pulled out a gift wrapped box, “Here, I got you a little birthday present, Stevey.” 

I was so embarrassed, I froze like I didn’t want to accept it.

Marcus said, “Come on... it’s your birthday...take it and open it”.

I kindly took the box from his hand as he held it out to me. Carefully I opened it trying not to look like I was too impatient to see what was inside.

Once I pulled what looked like fabric out of the box, I could instantly tell that it was an official MLB, White Sox sized cap. I had never owned a sized cap before, so I was really thrilled especially since Marcus was the one who gave it to me.

Then to my absolute shock and joy , Marcus came up, wrapped his arms around me, and said, “Happy Birthday Stevey, I want you to wear it all day tomorrow for me and especially at the game”. 

Marcus’s body felt so damn good thrust up against mine that I wrapped my arms around his naked back and hugged him back. I was so overjoyed about everything, that a few tears came down my eyes. Marcus seeing my tears of happiness quickly planted kisses all over both sides of my cheek, chuckled and said, “ You won’t tell anyone about all these kisses I’m giving you , will you”?

I exclaimed, “I promise, I won’t”. 

Since the first day I saw Marcus, I wanted him so damn bad and now he was all mine. I wasn’t about to let him go without a deep wet kiss. The next thing I knew we were frenching like mad as I abruptly put my lips up to his and forced my tongue into his mouth. I squeezed his body harder than ever next to mine and suddenly we fell down on his bed with him laying on top of me.

We made-out for almost a full minute. When our lips finally parted he remained on top me. He wiped the tears from my eyes and then kissed my lips again. He looked deep into my eyes, cracked a darling smile and said, “Stevey, I’ve got a boner, how bout you?”

I smiled right back and replied, “Heck yea, me too.”

Then he said, “Come on, I want to take your underwear off so I can see what your look like”.

He sat me up on the bed, stood up and pulled down his underwear first so I could see his stiff wand waving in front of me. Like the rest of his body, his dick was absolutely adorable and he had a nice small patch of dark pubic hairs growing in around it. 

Then he got down on his knees as I remained seated on the bed right in front of him with my feet touching the floor and tugged my briefs down to my ankles. He looked at my stiff wand and exclaimed, “God you have such a nice dick, Stevey, it’s the cutest one I have ever seen”.

I exclaimed, “You mean you have fooled around with guys before , Marcus?” 

As he grabbed my dick in his hand, he replied, “No, but I have seen plenty of pictures of guys sucking other guys dicks on the Internet and I have always wanted to try it--especially with someone like you, Stevey. And since it’s your birthday, I want to suck your dick and make you feel good.”

Before I could say a word, he took my dick into his mouth and began sucking me. He looked so adorable when I glanced down and watched his tender loving lips move up and down my shaft with such joy. The sensation felt totally awesome (Much , Much better than those hand-jobs I would often give myself). I didn’t say a word but placed my hand on his head and stroked my fingers through his hair. 

It wasn’t but about two minutes later when I could feel my testicles want to release. So I softly exclaimed to warn him in advance, “Marcus, I’m going to cum.” 

But my fair warning didn’t bother him. So I released my nuts and flooded his mouth. He swallowed every drop as I sat there and caught my breath.

When he was finished sucking me, he licked his lips with some of my cum, looked up and gave me the cutest smile on planet earth. Then he stood up, wiped his lips with his forearm and exclaimed, “Oh Stevey--your cream tasted so good, want to try mine?” 

For almost two months, I dreamed about Marcus’s adorable dick while I jacked-off in my bathroom. Now he was giving me the opportunity to suck it which was more than a dream of a lifetime. So of course, I immediately accepted.

He replied with a smile on his face, “Great, let"s switch places”. 

He sat down on the bed with his feet flat on the floor. I in turn got down on my knees right in front of his lap. Before I took his wand into my mouth, I wanted to admire it first , especially his darling purple cockhead. After I kissed it a few times, I swallowed it and his shaft into my mouth. It tasted absolutely delicious! Just like he did to me, I moved my lips tightly up and down his shaft making sure that my teeth didn’t scratch his tender meat. 

As I sucked away, I thought about the fact that all I was hoping for was to see him for a minute stepping in and out of the shower with his clothes off during our trip. Now I was sucking his adorable delicious dick and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening to me. “The lord truly does work in mysterious ways”, I told myself. 

Just like I had done to him, Marcus waved his fingers through my hair, and even exclaimed, “Oh Stevey, this feels so damn good”. 

His words encouraged me, so I sucked him even harder. About a minute later, I began to taste warm salty-sweet foam squirt into my mouth. Marcus let out a soft cry as his body twitched in fervor, and he exclaimed, “Oh Stevey, I’m cumming for you and it feels so good.”

I sucked every drop out of his precious body that I possibly could. After his body calmed, I couldn’t resist making-out with him again. I immediately stood up and laid on top of him as we collapsed on his bed. The next thing I knew we were frenching like crazy. His tongue tasted so delicious and within a few seconds, I was already rock hard again. The best part of it was I could feel my dick grinding against his. 

When our lips finally parted , Marcus looked me in the eyes and said, “Oh Stevey, this is a thousand times better than being with girls isn’t it?”

This time a huge smile crossed my faces and I replied, “You bet it is, I’m so happy this happened--I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” as I went back to kissing his tender lips. 

We must have spent 15 minutes after that taking turns rolling on top of each other and kissing & feeling one another. Then, just as Marcus rolled on top of me and gave me another deep wet kiss, he asked, “ Hey Stevey, want to try and buttfuck like gay guys do?”

At that point I would have done anything with him cause I wanted to please him in every way that I could. So I replied, “Oh Marcus , I would love to try doing that with you.”

Marcus said, “We need to find some Vaseline first or something like that”.

I quickly replied, “I know, let’s see if there is some cream or soap in the bathroom”.

Sure enough we found two small bottles of complementary hair jell right on the bathroom counter. We grabbed them and went back over by my bed this time. Of course both our dicks were super stiff. Marcus bent over, grabbed his ass cheeks from behind and spread them as far as possible. Immediately I could see his pink little rosebud staring me right in the face.

Marcus then exclaimed, “Put some on my hole Stevey and some on your dick first.”

So I poured some jell on my fingers and then carefully smeared it all over his hole. Then I stroked some all over my razor hard dick. 

Marcus was getting a little antsy by now and said impatiently, “Come on--hurry up Stevey and stick it in me”.

I guided my dick up to his rosebud until my cockhead touched his opening. Suddenly I pushed forward and my dick penetrated it. Marcus quickly let out a huge squeal which kind of scared me. When I asked him if he wanted me to pull out, he said, “Na, just leave it in me until it feels better”.

I stood there calmly for a few moments until Marcus said, “OK , slide it all the way in me now, Stevey”. 

Just as he requested , I shoved my hips forward until I ran out of room. Marcus asked, “You got it all the way in me now , Stevey?”

I replied, “Yep, sure do”.

Marcus said,, “Good now hump me just like a guy would hump a girl”. 

The minute I began fucking his tight ass, I knew that I would never go back to girls. I was in love with Marcus and almost wished everyone at school could see what we were doing now. His hole felt so good and sensational. I pumped him like crazy until I could feel my nuts pop. Marcus could easily sense that I was about to explode and exclaimed, “Shoot it in me Stevey, shoot it in me”, as he struggled desperately to catch his breath while he looked around with terrible pain on his face and bit his lip.

Once I delivered my entire load into his body, I caught my breath before I pulled out.

The minute we separated, Marcus turned around, embraced me, gave me a big wet long kiss and said, “That wasn’t so bad--I knew it would hurt the first time I got my cheery popped”.

I looked him in his beautiful blue eyes and said, “Well it felt so good, now I want you to pop mine, Marcus”.

For the two days, Marcus and I had unbelievable sex. When we weren’t at Disneyland, we were at the ball game. And when we weren’t at the ball game we were up in our room having sex. Our very favorite activity was to sixty-nine in the morning and then come back to our room in the afternoon and sixty-nine again. And of course we would fuck each other at night just before we took a shower together and got in my bed. 

When I got home, my parents asked me if I had a good day on my birthday. I replied that I had the best birthday ever. When they asked what was so special about it , I replied with a huge smile on my face, “Well it’s a secret between me and Marcus”.

My parents both laughed and my dad said, “I can’t imagine what it was, but if it made you happy, that’s all that matters. I looked at my parents and said, “It sure did make me happy, Dad...happier than I have ever been”.