My first meeting…

At 14 I made a decision about my life, i accepted that I was gay. It was a difficult thing to do, but i couldn’t try and hide it from myself any longer. I began to imagine sex more than ever, buti though i’d have to wait for years to ever have it, until i saw the news. THe news said that an increasing number of young boys were being met by older men over the internet and having sex. My heart jumped a beat… what if i could do that… why couldn’t I?


By the timeI was 15, I began to go on the computer every night searching for guys to come fuck me, i was desperate. The gay chatroom wasn’t at all what i expected, instead of being a meeting place for people who would love to be with me, it was just a place to market porn, ro have cheap cyber sex. Any guy i found in my area would hear my age and run off, scared I might be an undercover agent of some kind. After months of searching I finally found someone who seemed intrested. His name was Ken and he only lived an hour away from me. We talked for about an hour and set up a time for us to meet on the next day. I was so excited that nigh I hardly slept, looking forward to the next day.


When I woke up the next day i began to worry about what was going to happen that day. What if the guy was a rapist, a cop, or a murderer? No one would no where i was or what happened to me, no way anyone could save me, this was a huge mistake. I calmed my self down and began to watch television until noon. “I’m going out bike riding with the guys, mom”, i said grabbing my coat, “I should be back before dark.” “Ok,” she shouted back without caring, “stay safe”.