Step Five>>> NEXT the Continuation

You already know where this is going, don't you? Because those two guys were proverbially, "beyond my reach," I was determined all the more to go after them and have them want me. In my mind they already did.

It took a while before I could get either of them to give me the time of day but one cracked about two weeks after I was basically done with hanging around the college boys as I had termed them. I had moved on to other pastures such as the other high schools in the area and happened to be at a teen club when in walked both of my needed conquests. One noticed me as soon as he came in and, to my surprise, caught my eye for longer than he had ever looked at me before. It even sent an electrical charge through my body. Another surprise was that he didn't even tell they other dude what he had seen, meaning me of course. I played around for a while acting coy, then went outside by myself. I wanted to smoke a bit of weed but that was not why I left.

Within about two minutes the guy came out. He didn't say one word but came over to me, pulled me into the bushes behind the club and immediately started kissing me. I have never before had such a passionate kiss and was weak in the knees, which was exactly what he wanted. I slid down his torso and came to his opened zipper. Without thought I reached in and pulled out the most beautiful nearly black cock I had ever seen. It was long, thin, incredibly straight and bulging as if it would blow up at any moment. As soon as it was in my mouth, he pulled my head toward his body with such force that I swear his dick went about two inches down my throat. I gagged forcefully and he let my head go. At that point I just payed specific attention to the head and around it. It couldn't have been more then five minutes before he let loose with more cum than I had ever swallowed before, and believe me, I had swallowed quite a bit.

He then zipped up his pants and made me stand up to face him. He was about six feet tall and I was probably five inches shorter at that time. He looked into my eyes with a fierceness I had only seen once before, when my mother was yelling at the lady in the store. He told me that I was the first and only dude he would ever let touch him in that manner. He also said that I was to never tell anyone and especially never the other guy. In fact, he told me never to even look at the other guy. He said that the other guy hated me so much he had actually said he would kill me if I he ever got me alone. Though I didn't really believe that would happen, the look in his eyes said he DID. So, I left it alone, for the time being.

I ended up seeing him quite often for the next few months, and he even took me out for my 15th birthday, in public mind you. I had not stopped my other activities, of course, because I had a plan and it needed practice to make perfect. I had to hone the talents I had in order to find the perfect man. You all already know this search had nothing to do with love, it was about power.

Step Five >>> NEXT

Putting myself "out there" for those college guys was probably the best world I could have ever been in, at least at that time. It allowed for me to see the world in a different way than I had at home or in school, which I always thought was a fucking farce to begin with. After the last guy, my introduction so to speak, fucked up by being an asshole, which as I have already told you didn't really matter to me, I did some exploration. He was this very white suburban, upper middle class jock type that thought he was the proverbial, "shit." It almost made me feel good to suck the dick of his supposed best friend, just because.



I feel the need to put something in right here because some of you may be asking questions in your head, or to those you will admit reading this to. There are no names or quotes in this book for a reason. Nothing that happened will be attributed to anyone but me. Though all of this really happened in my life, no one has to pay, nor should he. I did everything because I wanted to, so they should not have to cringe each time this book is mentioned, unless they feel they had done things untoward, which they did not. This is nothing more than a very personal memoir. It is all about me and my escapades without shame or blame. I wanted everything that happened and would not change it. So....



Anyway, hanging around the college boys helped me see different things. They seemed to always be debating something or another, no matter how fucked up they may have been on this drug or that. It may have been the music, movies, sports, who knew what, but it was always something.Everyone had an opinion and he made it his own. He would argue his point, and what I found to be so refreshing was that everyone else allowed him to have that opinion without forcing someone to take on his ideals. I am not saying that each person agreed with the other, that was not the case. BUT each person actually allowed the other to have his own thoughts whether he agreed or not and the friendship never faltered. You may have had an incredibly conservative dude arguing with a liberal. While their ideals would never meet, they still respected each others' right to have that opinion. How incredibly unlike junior high.



By the end of that semester, I had hooked up with almost every guy my original dude had hung out with. There were two that seemed to be beyond my reach. In fact, whenever I would leave with one, the two of them would make some snide comment about how they should not be robbing the cradle especially with some bitch acting boy. Mind you, I NEVER acted like the flaming bitch you see in the movies, nor do most people. You all probably know people somewhat like me but they will never tell you because you will get an immediate attitude without cause. I'll get back to this a bit later, but for now, just let your mind wander.