Memoirs of a Gay - CH. 1
(I wasn't kidding when I said I was going to write memoirs about my gay life, as well as the sexual encounters in it. Let me know if you enjoy the first chapter.)
Chapter 1: The Early Stages
Hey. I'm Eric, Daigle, Daigs, whatever you wanna call me. I'm 18 years old and i've decided to write about the life of a gay. Well, specifically my life. How did I come up with this idea so randomly? I saw something in me on this Thanksgiving night (November 23, 2006) that i've never seen before. Sure i'll be exposing myself to all of you, but I feel like I will be gaining so much more in return. After all, isn't that what the majority of gay boys want? Attention, fame, and prosperity?
I remember these days like they are held so close to my memory. The attraction, the love, the hate, the drama, the pleasure, the excitement, and the downfalls. I always knew I was gay. Let's face it, when two best friends "play" with each other throughout elementary school I think that qualifies as a sign. In middle school, i've always been checking out the butt. That probably explains why I am such a top today. Speaking of, what is the deal with tops and bottoms? It shouldn't be an option for most people. If you have a small penis but a nice ass, be a bottom. If it's the opposite, be a top. If you have both then you can just as well choose. Anyways, so I never ended up being the cool kid in middle school. As much as I tried I just couldn't win. Apparently I had too high of a voice to be popular. Yeah, puberty came a little late for me. Plus being a chubby kid who stutters is kind of asking to be picked on.
"Hi Eric."
"Oh hi!"
That was the usual conversation for me at Beachmont. Sucked, but I had to deal. After middle school I moved to Wakefield, MA where my life took a complete 180. No longer was I in the gangsta ghetto of Revere, but in the snobby richville of Wakefield! Woooo! Freshman year started off great. I was into girls you could say. In my English class, the girl of my dreams had arrived and I immediately became nervous. In middle school I couldn't get a girl to save my life. How was I supposed to charm this one? Well it turns out that Julie wasn't the typical snob that I thought she was. My second day at Wakefield High I sat down to eat. I got up to get a fork and then came back to find my seat taken by some football jocks. Being shy that I was, I grabbed my food and left the table. I walked around embarassed that I had nowhere to sit. All of a sudden I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I turned around. "Hi. Would you like to sit with us?" Oh no. It was Julie. What should I do I asked myself. "Sure...sure ok." I followed the beauty to her seat and sat with the girls. "Hey what's your name?" asked one of the girls, Caroline. Stuttering from being nervous, I cautiously replied with "..Eric." "Oh nice to meet you. Where are you from?" "Revere." "Oh cool! Do you know Christina Meriano?" The small talk continued as I basqued in the fact that I found some friends. I was thrilled.
As the year continued, I found myself wondering if I truly was a gay boy or not. I mean of course i've read about Ellen DeGeneres and Rosie O'Donnell, but I never thought of myself as being that way. At the beginning of sophomore year I yearned for affection from friends. In my Geometry class, a girl named Araxie caught my attention. Being a video gaming geek was not an easy task. It's hard to find someone that will put up with your shyness, and still game with you. Araxie, or Rax, was one of those who actually noticed me for we shared common interests. Of course I blew my first impression when someone told me in Gym class that her name was Iraqi. I introduced myself and we hit it off instantly. I still remember the first night we hung out. Brandon's house if i'm not mistaken. We gamed it up the whole time we were there.
A few weeks later I took pictures for my sophomore ID. When I retrieved them in Spanish class, I turned completely pale. I was UGLY! Let's put it this way. Have any of you ever taken two balloons and attached each one to each cheek, throw on tar colored Nautica clothing, and smeared pizza sauce all over your face? No? Well that was me. After that picture I was as miserable as ever. I came home that day saddened and frustrated.
My mother was always the classic blonde. A ditzy fairy who loved to party and go clubbing. As for my dad, he abused me as a child. Not physically, but verbally. I was so scared to see him every weekend. However, that is a different story. I don't see him anymore thank god. So I came home that day and found my mother cooking cheeseburgers in the kitchen. "Hi honey how was school?" I looked around. "It sucked. Ma, I need to go to the gym and work on my body. Pleeease get me a pass." "If you promise to use it often, Neen will get it for you." Oh yes! I was so happy. I called my grandmother who I call "Neen" in regards to my gym pass. She happily obliged and from then on, I started my workout days. Every day I would work out in hopes that I would someday become the person i've always wanted to be. Built, Brawny, and Better than my chubby little self. It definitely blew watching all of these gorgeous guys working out at the gym in front of me. I felt so insecure about myself...or maybe I just wanted to fuck them. Either way, I needed to get in better shape no matter what. Nobody wants to bang a fatty.
Forty minutes a day on the treadmill everyday. Biceps, triceps, quads, calves, shoulders, stomach, pecs, back, and even neck, I wanted to look perfect. It seemed to be harder than I thought. It was hot watching the guys undress in the lockerroom I admit. Every once in a while I would get a glance that said to me "Stop fucking looking at me or get your face punched in." Or sometimes i'd get a look that said "You like what you see?" It was so exhilirating spying on these boys. Of course it made me very horny. That's the thing with the male population. To all the females, don't you remember when your boyfriend or ex-boyfriend was a horny son of a bitch? Well if he was gay, multiply that by 69. So i'd go home everyday and look at porn sites, chat online, and occasionally find myself a hottie. One day, I did just that! XY.com is an excellent site isn't it? Absolutely not. At the time I was young and naive though. A boy from my school messaged me on AIM.
Boy: hey saw u on xy
Me: oh hi
Boy: im nick u
Me: eric
Boy: cool. u go 2 my school
Me: really? what year are you?
Boy: senior.
Then the traditional question pops up.
Nick: so u a top or bottom?
Me: i dont know..ive never done anything with a guy before
Nick: come over.
There I was. A sophomore, discovering his sexuality and had to make a decision. To go hook up with this boy, or to stay put and wait it out. Oh I went for it alright.
Me: sure can you pick me up?
Nick: where u live?
Me: Melvin St.
Nick: k be there soon.
As I awaited his arrival, I laid in my bed thinking about what it felt like to have a nice warm mouth down there. Sucking me off until I release with ultimate pleasure. I just couldn't wait. He pulled up in front of my house and I walked outside, nervous and anxious at the same time. What is a virgin boy to do?
To be continued. (Leave me comments about what you think!)
Chapter 1: The Early Stages
Hey. I'm Eric, Daigle, Daigs, whatever you wanna call me. I'm 18 years old and i've decided to write about the life of a gay. Well, specifically my life. How did I come up with this idea so randomly? I saw something in me on this Thanksgiving night (November 23, 2006) that i've never seen before. Sure i'll be exposing myself to all of you, but I feel like I will be gaining so much more in return. After all, isn't that what the majority of gay boys want? Attention, fame, and prosperity?
I remember these days like they are held so close to my memory. The attraction, the love, the hate, the drama, the pleasure, the excitement, and the downfalls. I always knew I was gay. Let's face it, when two best friends "play" with each other throughout elementary school I think that qualifies as a sign. In middle school, i've always been checking out the butt. That probably explains why I am such a top today. Speaking of, what is the deal with tops and bottoms? It shouldn't be an option for most people. If you have a small penis but a nice ass, be a bottom. If it's the opposite, be a top. If you have both then you can just as well choose. Anyways, so I never ended up being the cool kid in middle school. As much as I tried I just couldn't win. Apparently I had too high of a voice to be popular. Yeah, puberty came a little late for me. Plus being a chubby kid who stutters is kind of asking to be picked on.
"Hi Eric."
"Oh hi!"
That was the usual conversation for me at Beachmont. Sucked, but I had to deal. After middle school I moved to Wakefield, MA where my life took a complete 180. No longer was I in the gangsta ghetto of Revere, but in the snobby richville of Wakefield! Woooo! Freshman year started off great. I was into girls you could say. In my English class, the girl of my dreams had arrived and I immediately became nervous. In middle school I couldn't get a girl to save my life. How was I supposed to charm this one? Well it turns out that Julie wasn't the typical snob that I thought she was. My second day at Wakefield High I sat down to eat. I got up to get a fork and then came back to find my seat taken by some football jocks. Being shy that I was, I grabbed my food and left the table. I walked around embarassed that I had nowhere to sit. All of a sudden I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I turned around. "Hi. Would you like to sit with us?" Oh no. It was Julie. What should I do I asked myself. "Sure...sure ok." I followed the beauty to her seat and sat with the girls. "Hey what's your name?" asked one of the girls, Caroline. Stuttering from being nervous, I cautiously replied with "..Eric." "Oh nice to meet you. Where are you from?" "Revere." "Oh cool! Do you know Christina Meriano?" The small talk continued as I basqued in the fact that I found some friends. I was thrilled.
As the year continued, I found myself wondering if I truly was a gay boy or not. I mean of course i've read about Ellen DeGeneres and Rosie O'Donnell, but I never thought of myself as being that way. At the beginning of sophomore year I yearned for affection from friends. In my Geometry class, a girl named Araxie caught my attention. Being a video gaming geek was not an easy task. It's hard to find someone that will put up with your shyness, and still game with you. Araxie, or Rax, was one of those who actually noticed me for we shared common interests. Of course I blew my first impression when someone told me in Gym class that her name was Iraqi. I introduced myself and we hit it off instantly. I still remember the first night we hung out. Brandon's house if i'm not mistaken. We gamed it up the whole time we were there.
A few weeks later I took pictures for my sophomore ID. When I retrieved them in Spanish class, I turned completely pale. I was UGLY! Let's put it this way. Have any of you ever taken two balloons and attached each one to each cheek, throw on tar colored Nautica clothing, and smeared pizza sauce all over your face? No? Well that was me. After that picture I was as miserable as ever. I came home that day saddened and frustrated.
My mother was always the classic blonde. A ditzy fairy who loved to party and go clubbing. As for my dad, he abused me as a child. Not physically, but verbally. I was so scared to see him every weekend. However, that is a different story. I don't see him anymore thank god. So I came home that day and found my mother cooking cheeseburgers in the kitchen. "Hi honey how was school?" I looked around. "It sucked. Ma, I need to go to the gym and work on my body. Pleeease get me a pass." "If you promise to use it often, Neen will get it for you." Oh yes! I was so happy. I called my grandmother who I call "Neen" in regards to my gym pass. She happily obliged and from then on, I started my workout days. Every day I would work out in hopes that I would someday become the person i've always wanted to be. Built, Brawny, and Better than my chubby little self. It definitely blew watching all of these gorgeous guys working out at the gym in front of me. I felt so insecure about myself...or maybe I just wanted to fuck them. Either way, I needed to get in better shape no matter what. Nobody wants to bang a fatty.
Forty minutes a day on the treadmill everyday. Biceps, triceps, quads, calves, shoulders, stomach, pecs, back, and even neck, I wanted to look perfect. It seemed to be harder than I thought. It was hot watching the guys undress in the lockerroom I admit. Every once in a while I would get a glance that said to me "Stop fucking looking at me or get your face punched in." Or sometimes i'd get a look that said "You like what you see?" It was so exhilirating spying on these boys. Of course it made me very horny. That's the thing with the male population. To all the females, don't you remember when your boyfriend or ex-boyfriend was a horny son of a bitch? Well if he was gay, multiply that by 69. So i'd go home everyday and look at porn sites, chat online, and occasionally find myself a hottie. One day, I did just that! XY.com is an excellent site isn't it? Absolutely not. At the time I was young and naive though. A boy from my school messaged me on AIM.
Boy: hey saw u on xy
Me: oh hi
Boy: im nick u
Me: eric
Boy: cool. u go 2 my school
Me: really? what year are you?
Boy: senior.
Then the traditional question pops up.
Nick: so u a top or bottom?
Me: i dont know..ive never done anything with a guy before
Nick: come over.
There I was. A sophomore, discovering his sexuality and had to make a decision. To go hook up with this boy, or to stay put and wait it out. Oh I went for it alright.
Me: sure can you pick me up?
Nick: where u live?
Me: Melvin St.
Nick: k be there soon.
As I awaited his arrival, I laid in my bed thinking about what it felt like to have a nice warm mouth down there. Sucking me off until I release with ultimate pleasure. I just couldn't wait. He pulled up in front of my house and I walked outside, nervous and anxious at the same time. What is a virgin boy to do?
To be continued. (Leave me comments about what you think!)