I was sexually involved with my elder cousin who took every opportunity to hump me or
make me suck his dick. To be honest, I never mind doing it because I grow up believing that gaypeople are rich people, you must be wondering why I believe that gay people are rich.Will let me give you a good reason. My mother had a gay friend, his name was David.Age 27 and unemployed, but was living the good life. At that time he was dating a wealthypolitician who would have sex in exchanges for favors, whether it’s money, clothes, jewelry,etc. Bear in mind, that all of the guys that David dated or exchanges sex with, all driveexpensive cars and live in big houses on the hill. I always listen to my mom’s conversation withher friends discussing about the men David was sleeping with or seeing.David wasn’t the most attractive guy in Jamaican or anywhere in fact. Saying thatdoesn’t mean he was ugly, but he was just not somebody that I would ever go to bed with. Forsome reason the rich man finds him attractive. This was because he had a well defined frame, notto mention that big ass of his. A mean he shapes like a super model yeahhh, but that face of his.Let me stop talking about David for a while, this story is about me.Let me tell you about my first homosexual experience. It was near summer time andduring that time I would go to the summer house. The time was about 12:30 pm and everybodywas asleep, but my cousin and I was up watching the television. At this time at night porn isshowing on the TV and normally he changes the channel. However, this night he didn’t and we sat there watching the porn for about a half hour. He made a move towards me by touching mylegs and feeling me up and showing me his penis which was huge. At first I was surprised, but Iwas loving it, there was just something inside of me that wanted more. After a while we went tobed and both went to sleep. I don’t normally sleep beside him as he wet the bed. Since that nightI slept beside him, from that moment on he continue perusing me.I remember when June my older cousin was getting married. She and her kids came toJamaican to get married to this guy that she had no reason to marry. Yeah…. that’s not myplace, plus I was a kid during that time around the age of 14 I think. She had a son who wasyounger than me, I think it was the night or three nights before the wedding we were homeunsupervised and my cousin Mark came up with the idea to play a game. Which was like“mother and father” game and he would hump on my little cousin Antonio and I.After that wedding and the holiday, I went back home to the city to resume school. Everynight I would wonder what it would be like to be rich and famous like all the gay guys that Iwould hear about. With everything that has happened in the summer I never feel the same. Ibegan, I take an interest in guys more, as I felt that it was natural and I love the attention I was getting from these men.A next guy that I will be telling you a little about is name is Damion, and he was much older than my cousin and he lived with his mother and her two sisters and there was a rumor that he was having sex with his mother but there was not any proof it. He was tall, dark and not hansom, but he too had a big dick like my cousin, he keeps his body in relatively good shape - this shows me that he knows how to take care of himself in a good way. It also shows me that he sets his body as a priority. He’s actively working out every night, and he seems to always be in a good spirit. The bottom line - if he takes good care of himself, he's likely to take good care of me and give me what I want when I wanted it, but how foolish was I to believe that I could get any form of money from him.He was working for little or nothing and I didn’t have a clue that’s what's been happening. Every time I ask for a money from Damion, he would give me a hundred dollar. Like what the FUCK!!
I have been dating this guy call Sebastian that I met over Facebook for two months. We have been getting to know each other and had been on a few dates during this two month period. He has been showing me the gentleman side of him and am get to encounter the other side that everyone seems to have, that dirty and rude side. I was at home and the rain was falling, so I pick up my iPhone that Sebastian had got me two weeks ago and phoned him. “I’m Lonely and indeed of some fuck” I said in a sexy tush voice“Come over nuh bae” Sebastian replySo I immediately got showerded and prep myself for the cocky. I put on the tightest and sexiest underpants to hold up my ass, so that it looks big in my shots that I was wearing over to Sebastian house. I also wear it because I wanted it to hold up my erected dick as you would know by now that I was horny. I then grab my purple umbrella and went to the bus stop and hopped on a 3A bus to Kingston. When I got there Sebastian was
From an early age I preferred playing doll games with girls rather than noisy games with boys. Ill ‘fix’ you, they would say. Another would say “all he need is a night a back road”, a road in Portmore, Jamaica where women would sell their bodies. But do they really think I would want to be an outcast in society. Why won’t they get it? Am just like this!!But the serious problems began in school…Through my High school life, I was constantly abused by the other school student as I was not like the other school boys. I was called “battyman” as I was dressed to the school code. I was called a big gal because I rather study than play football or other sports. I sound funny they say, as I speak the Queens English. I was a depress teenager. Cried every night when I was home in the dark and a victim of suicide attempt when I could not cope with it. It was amazing how cruelty human could be to one another, especially for us student in high school. Guys in my class would th
As you may all know by now, I’m a victim of bullying at school. You may also know that everyone has a breaking point. Yes, I snapped and I’ll tell you how it happens. You know the saying “stick and stones may break my bone, but words may never” - that’s a lie. Those words cut deeper than a two edged shored. The truth is that I could deal with having no friends at school and I could deal with eating at alone at lunch, but I could not deal with persons hitting on me, especially Jason. Jason was this boy that was in my form class. To the girls he was all they wanted, a dream come true some say. I really can’t see what they can see in a fellow like him. Him just ugly. Yeah, he has a nice frame…..Cover my face… he was handsome and all. But he was not a good person when it comes on to his personality and his behavior towards others. ********On a Friday after Social Studies class, I was in a very emotional turmoil, as they guys I was dating for also six months the follo
It was about the first Friday night on my summer vacation in the States and I was feeling lonely and depress. So I decided to go have a drink at a bar in New York called The Cock. Its longtime hole-in-the-wall gay bar with theme nights featuring DJs & go-go boys. At the club I met a guy name Ronaldo, which I had a drink with, after which he invite me back to his apartment that night. After going back to his apartment, I stood there just staring at him until finally he spoke. He came up real close to me. His perfume was really strong; it had this sweet aroma that seems to be turning me on. He was just a few inches from my face and I was comfortable with him being so close, as I wanted to tier of his clothes so fucking bad. He stared right into my eyes. "This is what is going to happen. You are going to go upstairs, take a shower, you’re going to brush your teeth and we are going to fuck! Ronaldo commanded. “Oh, there’s is a gift on the sink, put it on” he added
Fucking on the roof with an amazing view of Kingston city. Oh yeah, that’s how I roll. I'll start from the beginning: I went on a few dates with this guy on Facebook, and he was an out of this world kisser. I had been trying to hold back my hormones, but after a few dates, I just couldn’t take it any longer. It was due time……we all know what that means.I stand at the bus stop waiting on Kris to come and pick me up as we where to hang out. It was about 6:37 pm the night and the sun was already set. “How old are you”“Sixteen! I told you before” I reply “You young boys are so very ripe these days” he responded I never look like my age for true; I was sixteen and look as if I was in my twenties. Kris drives with one hand and slips the other down my short, and all over my lower body. After I say “quit feeling me up. I’ll give you a better show”. He nods and pulls his hand out my underpants. I unbuckle my seatbelt and unbuckle his pants. I then slide down on the car
In the romantic transition from online chats to real-life meetings, the reality inevitably turns out more than I planned on and had hoped for. I met a man online who lived on the other side of town. We were technologically inseparable for three weeks, before we had decided to meet at the mall that was hear my house, which was the regular stop to meet up with strangers, as it was safe. It wasn’t love at first sight, as I never saw him, it was on Adam4Adam (A4A) online we met. His name I was going from being Dalton as he has told over the chart, but his A4A name was naughtyJam69 and his displace photo was glamorous. No one will see a photo like that and didn’t direct message him, except me. My profile photo was a knockout. It was Dalton, who message me first by sending me a smile. I think it was the attraction our conversation mix with the photos that had caught me off guard. I didn’t think it would go any further than chat sex and intensive conversations. I was wr
While walking home, I notice a car was coming towards looking like my mother car, I started to walk briskly towards a lance mouth and turn on the avenue and when it has pass I walk back out and continue my journey home. After getting home, my cousin informs me that my mother is looking for me and that he is very upset and I should call her and inform her that am home safe, as she and her friend went out looking for me. However, I didn’t, I went up in my room ad was plotting out what I was going to tell my mother when she ask where I was. I was thinking to tell my mother t that I got home late is because I was working on a project with my group but where was I working on the project. She known I don’t have friends at school and school wasn’t open at mid night. It was almost time for me to present my case to my mother why I was home late. With no evidence on my side that I was up to something constructive I was worried. I know she would be mad because I didn't an
After my story has been let go by Lemon at school. And now my mother has fine out, there is no reason to live. I grab my pen and one of my school book out my bag and lock myself away in the bathroom. I turn on the water in the tub and watch it fill up, while I got some bottle of pills and a bottle of red wine and I write: “I am sorry to the people that I love, but I can’t fucking take it anymore. So I am gay and can never be straight. Why does everyone hate me because of that. Fuck them. I have been punched and spit on and called faggot, queer, loser, pussy, fish, battybowy and Shebada. Fuck them, fuck everyone, I hate this fucking life an everyone that is in it or surround me. I am so fucking tired of the shit. You don’t know my pain. You don't know why or how often I cry.I'm hurt. Hurt from years of trying my best to hide this person in which I am, from people who I felt would hate me. Hurt from years of putting myself up for ransom and hiding my true self in t
While walking home, I notice a car was coming towards looking like my mother car, I started to walk briskly towards a lance mouth and turn on the avenue and when it has pass I walk back out and continue my journey home. After getting home, my cousin informs me that my mother is looking for me and that he is very upset and I should call her and inform her that am home safe, as she and her friend went out looking for me. However, I didn’t, I went up in my room ad was plotting out what I was going to tell my mother when she ask where I was. I was thinking to tell my mother t that I got home late is because I was working on a project with my group but where was I working on the project. She known I don’t have friends at school and school wasn’t open at mid night. It was almost time for me to present my case to my mother why I was home late. With no evidence on my side that I was up to something constructive I was worried. I know she would be mad because I didn't an
In the romantic transition from online chats to real-life meetings, the reality inevitably turns out more than I planned on and had hoped for. I met a man online who lived on the other side of town. We were technologically inseparable for three weeks, before we had decided to meet at the mall that was hear my house, which was the regular stop to meet up with strangers, as it was safe. It wasn’t love at first sight, as I never saw him, it was on Adam4Adam (A4A) online we met. His name I was going from being Dalton as he has told over the chart, but his A4A name was naughtyJam69 and his displace photo was glamorous. No one will see a photo like that and didn’t direct message him, except me. My profile photo was a knockout. It was Dalton, who message me first by sending me a smile. I think it was the attraction our conversation mix with the photos that had caught me off guard. I didn’t think it would go any further than chat sex and intensive conversations. I was wr
Fucking on the roof with an amazing view of Kingston city. Oh yeah, that’s how I roll. I'll start from the beginning: I went on a few dates with this guy on Facebook, and he was an out of this world kisser. I had been trying to hold back my hormones, but after a few dates, I just couldn’t take it any longer. It was due time……we all know what that means.I stand at the bus stop waiting on Kris to come and pick me up as we where to hang out. It was about 6:37 pm the night and the sun was already set. “How old are you”“Sixteen! I told you before” I reply “You young boys are so very ripe these days” he responded I never look like my age for true; I was sixteen and look as if I was in my twenties. Kris drives with one hand and slips the other down my short, and all over my lower body. After I say “quit feeling me up. I’ll give you a better show”. He nods and pulls his hand out my underpants. I unbuckle my seatbelt and unbuckle his pants. I then slide down on the car
It was about the first Friday night on my summer vacation in the States and I was feeling lonely and depress. So I decided to go have a drink at a bar in New York called The Cock. Its longtime hole-in-the-wall gay bar with theme nights featuring DJs & go-go boys. At the club I met a guy name Ronaldo, which I had a drink with, after which he invite me back to his apartment that night. After going back to his apartment, I stood there just staring at him until finally he spoke. He came up real close to me. His perfume was really strong; it had this sweet aroma that seems to be turning me on. He was just a few inches from my face and I was comfortable with him being so close, as I wanted to tier of his clothes so fucking bad. He stared right into my eyes. "This is what is going to happen. You are going to go upstairs, take a shower, you’re going to brush your teeth and we are going to fuck! Ronaldo commanded. “Oh, there’s is a gift on the sink, put it on” he added
As you may all know by now, I’m a victim of bullying at school. You may also know that everyone has a breaking point. Yes, I snapped and I’ll tell you how it happens. You know the saying “stick and stones may break my bone, but words may never” - that’s a lie. Those words cut deeper than a two edged shored. The truth is that I could deal with having no friends at school and I could deal with eating at alone at lunch, but I could not deal with persons hitting on me, especially Jason. Jason was this boy that was in my form class. To the girls he was all they wanted, a dream come true some say. I really can’t see what they can see in a fellow like him. Him just ugly. Yeah, he has a nice frame…..Cover my face… he was handsome and all. But he was not a good person when it comes on to his personality and his behavior towards others. ********On a Friday after Social Studies class, I was in a very emotional turmoil, as they guys I was dating for also six months the follo
From an early age I preferred playing doll games with girls rather than noisy games with boys. Ill ‘fix’ you, they would say. Another would say “all he need is a night a back road”, a road in Portmore, Jamaica where women would sell their bodies. But do they really think I would want to be an outcast in society. Why won’t they get it? Am just like this!!But the serious problems began in school…Through my High school life, I was constantly abused by the other school student as I was not like the other school boys. I was called “battyman” as I was dressed to the school code. I was called a big gal because I rather study than play football or other sports. I sound funny they say, as I speak the Queens English. I was a depress teenager. Cried every night when I was home in the dark and a victim of suicide attempt when I could not cope with it. It was amazing how cruelty human could be to one another, especially for us student in high school. Guys in my class would th
I have been dating this guy call Sebastian that I met over Facebook for two months. We have been getting to know each other and had been on a few dates during this two month period. He has been showing me the gentleman side of him and am get to encounter the other side that everyone seems to have, that dirty and rude side. I was at home and the rain was falling, so I pick up my iPhone that Sebastian had got me two weeks ago and phoned him. “I’m Lonely and indeed of some fuck” I said in a sexy tush voice“Come over nuh bae” Sebastian replySo I immediately got showerded and prep myself for the cocky. I put on the tightest and sexiest underpants to hold up my ass, so that it looks big in my shots that I was wearing over to Sebastian house. I also wear it because I wanted it to hold up my erected dick as you would know by now that I was horny. I then grab my purple umbrella and went to the bus stop and hopped on a 3A bus to Kingston. When I got there Sebastian was
A next guy that I will be telling you a little about is name is Damion, and he was much older than my cousin and he lived with his mother and her two sisters and there was a rumor that he was having sex with his mother but there was not any proof it. He was tall, dark and not hansom, but he too had a big dick like my cousin, he keeps his body in relatively good shape - this shows me that he knows how to take care of himself in a good way. It also shows me that he sets his body as a priority. He’s actively working out every night, and he seems to always be in a good spirit. The bottom line - if he takes good care of himself, he's likely to take good care of me and give me what I want when I wanted it, but how foolish was I to believe that I could get any form of money from him.He was working for little or nothing and I didn’t have a clue that’s what's been happening. Every time I ask for a money from Damion, he would give me a hundred dollar. Like what the FUCK!!