My name is Sean. I was brought up in a working class family in the UK, during the middle of the 20th century. It was a very heteronormative world. The only homosexual people I knew were camp comedians on TV and in the 'Carry On' films. In school, I knew I was different, and made a point of avoiding the showers for fear of embarrassing myself. I went on to have a string of girlfriends, as was the norm.
At 18, I started college, doing art and design. My artistic flair brought compliments from tutors and colleagues alike. I even wrote short stories and illustrated them.
I was in the college canteen one lunchtime, and sat facing me a few tables away, was the most stunning lad. About my age, maybe a little older, he had shoulder length blond hair, which many girls would be proud of. But it was his eyes. Perfectly almond shaped, and a permanent half-smile. I took my pad out and started to sketch a picture of him. I thought he was getting up to leave, but instead, came over and sat beside me, sending an electric shock up my spine. In a slightly West-Country accent, Jack introduced himself. He said, "I saw you looking at me and thought I'd take a look". I tried to cover the sketch pad, but he pulled it from my grip. "Not a bad likeness, you're pretty good", he complimented. I blushed like a schoolgirl. "It's OK to like boys", he said, as if reading my mind, and slipped a hand onto my thigh under the table. I sprang a boner. "We have a caravan at the bottom of our garden, would you like to come round Saturday morning and maybe do a full portrait of me? It's OK, Mum and Dad go shopping so no one will know" I blushed again, but the look in my eyes said yes. He gave me his address, and said he'd be waiting in the caravan for me.
At 10.30, Saturday morning, I opened their back gate and knocked on the caravan door. "Come in". Jack was lying on the bed, completely naked, with a semi-hard penis. "How would you like me?" and began stroking his dick. Not knowing how to respond, I put my stuff on a chair. "Come over here", he said, and I found myself by his side. He reached up and took my hand, and put it on his erect cock. My own penis was straining in my shorts. "Make yourself more comfortable", he said, and pulled my shorts and underwear down together. "Wow, hello big boy", and cradled my balls. It was the first time anyone else had seen my genitals, let alone touched them. He was completely unfazed, as though he'd done this a hundred times before. "You may think I'm good-looking, but I think you're gorgeous. He stood up and held me by the waist, our dicks touching, and kissed my neck. Spellbound, I kissed him on the lips. The first person other than relatives. He closed his eyes and our tongues met, Everything made sense. We kissed for ages, grinding our naked bodies together. Then he kissed my nipples and my arm pits. He then sat on the bed, held my bum, and licked my shaft. It made me cum and he licked the semen from his hand. "OK, you can draw me now, it will give you time to recover". I sat in an old chair and sketched him twice, with and without a hard on. Then he asked, "Would you like to watch me wank?", and proceeded to toss himself without waiting for a reply. I was mesmerised as he put on quite a show, even putting a finger in his bottom. When he came, it was a torrent, eight or nine jets flew into the air. I had another erection, but knew I'd see enough for the first time. I told him I would finish the drawings at home and give them to him in college. He suggested I bring them to the caravan next Saturday.....
