The Man Who Fucked Me

When your sixteen and your hormones are in. All you want and need is sex. So jerking off is a basic alternative. That was me, a basic horny sixteen year old boy who doesn’t care how he got the sex as long as he gets it. My sexuality did not set in yet so I was down for anything. My thing is the first sex that gets me is going to keep me. Unless I get fucked. Then I will have to change back straight. But anyway, when I finally got it. I felt like I could go crazy. I was soooo good. I’m eighteen now by the way.
It was in the summer as you expected. I was on the computer, which was not something I would normally do. Normally I would be outside. I had just went into a chatroom. I tried others before that but they were all lame. So I said hey how about I try a gay room. I went in and the first thing I saw was horny. At the time I was all into it. I was horny too. It said twenty seven year old horny guy with 9 inch dick looking for descreet fuck. I didn’t really know and didn’t care so I imed him. We started off by telling each other about our selves. He said that he was 27 dugh, and that he was very muscular and had a 9 inch cock. I told him the truth basically that I was skinny, had a seven inch and was 18 years old. A little white lie never hurt anybody.
After we got all the good conversation talk out of the way he asked me where I was from. I told him Chicago. He put a surprised smiley face on the screen and told me so was he. He then asked what street I lived on. I told him JFK street. He said he lived on 87th street. That was like 3 blocks away. I was surprised as hell. I didn’t know what to say. But I was really horny and didn’t care. I tried to put some spark into the conversation by asking him if he was horny. He said yes and wanted to fuck somebody really bad. He said that he was going to come and pick me up.