Just Sex Mates (boyxboy)

Chapter 1: Past & Present.

Why?

That was my answer when my parents wanted me to go see a shrink, you know a psychiatrist, psychologist, or counsellor, whatever. You know who I mean, the type of professional person who treats boys under the impression that they are gay.

I was under no impression. I knew I was gay. Being gay was something that some dozy therapist could never fix, not even in a month of Sundays.

I've known that I preferred cock to pussy since I was 13. I had my first real boyfriend at 15. His name was Tom and he lived on the same street as me. The first time he fucked me was on my 16th Birthday. A day I will never forget.

I had my butt cheeks parted on the back seat of his parents car when it was parked up in their garage at night.

It was heavenly, romantic, and sheer bliss. His dick was way bigger than mine, and a real meaty one. It hurt like fuck and I couldn't sit down properly for a week afterwards. But was it worth the pain? Yeah! It was so good that I went back for more.

Regularly.

That was until we got caught. My cries of passion, apparently, were way too loud one night, prompting his bitch of a sister to decide to investigate.  

The sight of her naked little brother frantically screwing a naked me gave her the education of her pathetic life. Apparently she was so traumatised that she needed therapy to recover. The bitch deserved to get screwed up. She was a stuck up prude that had been verbally bullying Tom for years and had been getting away with it for far too long.

Tom's parents went mental. They were Mormons. Fully signed up members to this American religious cult and ardent attendees to The Church of Latter Day Saints at the top of our road. They were so appalled that they shipped him off to what I can only surmise to be a correction centre in Oxford to be straightened out. Yup! Just like in the film Latter Days.

Poor Tom.

I've never seen him since. Doubt if I ever will as his parents moved out soon afterwards. They told my parents that I was shameless and had corrupted their precious son. They claimed they were moving to protect Tom's twelve year old brother, Richard, from me. That's bollocks. It was in case anyone else in the neighbourhood found out they had a gay son. It's just they couldn't bear to live with the shame they thought having a gay son would bring. Talk about being prize prats.

My Dad had gone right mental too. He couldn't handle the fact that I was the one being fucked. He demanded that I too was sent away to be straightened out. Fat chance of that ever happening.

I was bent and never going to be straight.

Mum stood up for me, bless her. She took the sensible approach. She was the one who had suggested, instead of being sent away, that I was to go and see this shrink friend of hers. A psychologist called Roger Mee. Don't you dare laugh. That really was his name. 

Mum must have known that me seeing Roger wouldn't work. I guessed it was just her way of preventing me being sent away to this correction facility.

Boy did my parents argue or what! Mum shot all Dad's homophobic excuses as to why I should be packed off to a correction facility down in flames and got her head bitten off for her trouble. But Mum had him by the short and curlies and Dad knew it. He knew he had lost the plot and used it as an excuse to eventually fuck off and leave us.

The fact that he already had a secret mistress came as quite a shock.

I wasn't ready to come out. Not yet. My life at school would be sheer murder if my sexuality became common knowledge. So Mum hushed Dads fucking off up, and also the fact that I had been caught with a guys cock up my arse, so that no one else knew anything about the dramas of that night.