Chapter 1

Hi. My name is Ashok O’Brien. I am of mixed heritage, my dad’s family are from Ireland, and my mum’s ancestry is Indian. Hence the name. Also, as a result of this mixed background, I am rather light skinned, but I have long, wavy jet-black hair, thanks mum.

I am seventeen and I am still at college. I hope to go on to university to study physics. I am also gay. My sexual orientation is not a topic of conversation in my household, but I am sure that both my parents know and my older sister, Maya, makes odd comments, that make me think she knows as well. I don’t hide my femininity, but I don’t broadcast it either. I wouldn’t describe myself as handsome, but rather as pretty. Tall, five foot eleven, and slimly built. I later found out, to my immense delight, that many men lusted after me.

I am not very sexually experienced, but I am not a virgin either. I knew that I was gay from quite early on, maybe at ten or eleven. I found myself attracted to other boys in my school class. I was just eleven when I masturbated for the first time, whilst thinking of a boy in my class. I fantasised about a boy named Ian. I was just sitting in my bedroom and daydreaming about him, when I noticed that my dick had got hard and stiff. I really didn’t now what was happening, I was that naive. I began stroking the bulge in my trousers whilst imagining me and Ian naked on the bed, kissing. The daydream became more intense, as I imagined sliding my hand down to see if he had a stiff dick like me. Happily he did. And as the erotic thoughts continued, my own dick began to throb and flex inside my pants. I had to get it out. Once it was in my hand, I masturbated until the intensity of the pleasurable feelings caused me to ejaculate. The white fluid pumped out of my cock in a gush, lots of it, all over my carpet. I had no idea what had just happened, I just knew that I liked it. I liked it a lot. It became a regular occurrence from then on.

I found myself slightly embarrassed at school, whenever I met Ian, it was as if he knew what I had been doing. Sadly, nothing actually happened between me and Ian, I lost my ‘virginity’ to someone else.

I was fifteen and it was with an older boy at school, in the toilets. How clichéd. I was having a pee at the urinals, when a boy in the upper school, came in and stood beside me. As he peed, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his dick. He caught me looking and sort of showed it off, pointing it towards me and stroking it. Suddenly, I felt very aroused, like when I fantasised about Ian. The boy finished and zipped up. But instead of leaving the toilets, he went in to a cubicle and stood in the open doorway and beckoned me in. I just froze, I didn’t know what to do, but he just smiled and carried on waving at me. I managed to move and hesitantly walked in to the cubicle. He locked the door behind us. As I turned around, he was already undoing his trousers. He moved towards me in that cramped cubicle with his cock in his hand.

In a low whisper, he said, ‘Want some cock pretty boy?’ My mouth was suddenly dry and I just froze again. Without a word, he reached for my zip, undid me, and pulled out my cock. It was still hard. He crouched down and put my dick in his mouth. What followed was the most wonderful experience I had ever had until that moment. He sucked and licked my cock, while at the same time, reaching between my thighs, pulling my pants aside, and pushing his finger up my bum. It was glorious. I groaned with the pure pleasure of it. His tongue sliding over my tip and his mouth going up and down my twitching cock, combined with the intense pleasure of his finger sliding in and out of my arse, caused me to ejaculate in is mouth. The stuff just kept coming, pumping my semen in to his mouth like a garden hose.

He suddenly stood up and spun me around. I didn’t know what he was doing. He pulled my trousers and pants all the way down. As I stood there pressed against the partition, he kissed my neck and said in a low voice,’ You’re going to get fucked now, pretty boy.’ My mind was in a whirl, I had no idea what he meant, but I was about to find out. I felt his finger go up my arse again, but this time it was wet. He kissed my neck again and said, ‘Nice tight arse. I’m going to enjoy this.’