Gay Whisperer: First Encounters

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***This is part one of a fictional series written in first person. All stories involve participants eighteen or older.***

Ever since I was old enough to understand what attraction was, I knew I was gay. Even before that, however, I always formed very close friendships with boys that were more intimate than other boy’s typical friendships.

I had a particular group of friends in my neighborhood growing up that were more traditional male friendships however. Landon was probably who I was closest to, along with his older brother Jaden. There were two other friends as well named Noah and Ben.

I was always particularly attracted to Jaden. We saw eachother naked many times growing up but it was never anything sexual and I never really saw it as such; it was just juvenile behavior like streaking or skinny dipping. We were your typical teenage boys, always playing sports and wrestling around or playing video games.

My name is Grayson and I was always short (5’6 140 pounds since my freshman year) but very athletic and somewhat of a jock. My friends weren’t quite as athletic as I was but still enjoyed sports. Thanks to my athleticism and masculine voice, I passed well for being straight.

It wasn’t until my later teen years that I began to look at Jaden as more than just a friend. As a closeted gay teen in a conservative state, I had zero sexual experience. I dated a couple girls because my friends thought they were hot but obviously, I never really was interested.

As a result of my emerging feelings, it began to become difficult for me to see my friends naked ot wrestle around because I couldn’t help getting an erection. It was hard to even do normal things with them anymore.

I was scared to be found out, scared to lose my friends as a result of being gay. I couldn’t help but develop feelings for Jaden and they were rather intense as my first major crush. I ultimately confided in him and he was kind to me about it but he told me he was straight. He was nice enough to never out me, thankfully. (It wasn’t until a few years later that I got to fulfill my fantasy with Jaden but thats a story for later on in this series.)

I ultimately quit hanging out with my friends at the beginning of my junior year of high school and spent my junior and senior year with a new group of friends I made.

Though I was pretty reserved in school, people always gravitated towards me outside of school settings. I had green-hazel eyes and short light brown hair that made me cute if you ignored the acne that dotted my cheeks until late my senior year. People thought I was funny and nice so I had a personality that was conducive to making friends.

Despite the fact I quit hanging with my childhood guy friends, I still hung out with some guy friends at parties I would go to and bonded with a couple of them. I gained a reputation for being “cool” thanks to hanging out with kids at parties so I’d find after high school that many people knew me from other people’s stories.

Going to these parties, I’d made a new guy best friend named Zane that, surprise, I developed a crush on. It was easier to handle with him though, possibly because he wasnt a life long friend. He was a popular baseball player that was extremely attractive. Thats another story though.

I met Zane through my friend from school named Trey. Trey was 5’8 with an average build and reddish-dark brown hair. He had brown eyes and was just your average guy in most ways.

It was with Trey that I had my second ever sexual experience. We were both eighteen at the time at a party at Zane’s house. Everyone at the party had gotten extremely intoxicated so eventually we went to our respective places to sleep it off.

Me and Trey, ended up on a futon in the basement while another friend slept in a sleeping bag on the floor beside the futon. It didn’t have heat and was therefore freezing cold so we both just got under the covers together. Trey wasn’t anything special to look at but he was cute enough that I was a little turned on sleeping in the bed with him. Of course, at that age, you’re always horny regardless. I resisted any urges though and fell asleep rather quickly.

At some point in the middle of the night, I felt something odd in my crotch and realized that Trey had his hand on my rock hard cock. I remained still in the darkness but my pulse quickened.

Next thing I realized is that my hand was burrowed into Trey’s hair as if I had been playing with it. Whether or not I was, I don’t know because, as I said, I wasn’t awake. I thought maybe it was a coincidence that Trey’s hand was resting on top of my dick.

I was on my side facing Trey and Trey was on his stomach looking away from me. It wasn’t until I felt him give it a light squeeze that I realized he was awake and aware of what he was doing.

He brushed his hand up my shaft before setting his palm flat against my stomach and tried to push his fingers under my waistband. I sucked in some to give him easier access and he slipped his hand into my pants and underwear.

He ankara travesti pulled on it some but when he couldn’t get it to pop out he quickly gave it up as a bad job and pulled his hand out. He then moved to his side, facing away from me and appeared to try to go back to sleep.

I was incredibly horny and so chose to try to return the favor. Though I’d received a handjob before, I’d never touched another guy’s dick. I was too determined to stay in the closet and not appear to be “the gay one” in my previous encounter.

The futon wasn’t large so we were already pretty close to eachother. I edged a little closer and reached over his waist to do the same thing he did to me. When my hand first grabbed his bulging hard erection through his shorts, his breathing quieted as if he’d stopped breathing. We both were trying hard to stay quiet so as to not wake up the other friend in the room.

I gave his cock a few squeezes before moving my hand to his waistband and trying to slip it inside. I realized there was no chance of that happening as he had a belt on his shorts. I paused for a second before deciding to try to undo his belt. I ultimately decided he could stop me if he wanted me to stop, after all he is the one who started this.

I pulled his belt through the first loop before pulling it up and out of the buckle and then through to where it was now undone. Going a step further, I unbuttoned his shorts with one hand as well and pulled one side apart from the other to get them unzipped and open.

Trey had on boxer briefs and as I felt his cock through his underwear, I heard him exhale loudly. I knew he wasn’t nearly as long as I am but was thicker.

I ran a finger over his clothed cockhead and realized he was leaking a large amount of precum. I slipped my hand easily into his underwear and grabbed a hold of his penis. It had a large vein that ran along the side down to his under-shaft.

I ran my finger against his piss slit and felt another guy’s precum for the first time. I was surprised by how much seemed to be clinging to the head of his penis. I took another risk and pulled his hip towards me in an attempt to get him to lay on his back. He did so at an awkward angle to where he still faced away from me.

I pulled his underwear down just in the front to free his short, fat dick. It was probably four and a half inches long but was very thick. My hand covered his entire length as I gave his cock a few jerks for the first time. His precum dribbled down his cockhead onto my hand and began to lube his penis some.

I was amazed at how much precum someone could have. I decided I couldn’t really give it a good jerk because my hand covered his whole shaft so I put my hand over his cock head and grabbed it with my fingertips. I then started to push and pulled down to where the palm of my hand would hit the tip of his cock before I pulled back up.

It wasn’t a minute of doing this before I felt his cock jerk and heard him let out a low moan. Suddenly, a huge jet of cum shot into my palm with the force of a water gun. His body jerked as he spurted several times, totally coating my hand and fingers as well as getting all over himself.

When he was done, I licked my hand dry as he zipped, buttoned and buckled himself back up before we both went back to sleep. We spoke about it the next day and both agreed that it was a one time thing. I mostly agreed because I still didn’t want to be outed and I really was only interested in Zane at that time.


It wasn’t until after high school that I started hanging around with my friends again. I was still eighteen but I felt comfortable enough to tell them I was gay since I no longer felt the pressure of fitting in at school anymore. They’d all been hurt when I quit coming around and felt like I ditched them so I really wanted them to understand what was really going on.

Thankfully, they all responded really well which was a theme for my life. I know how lucky I was, especially in the bible belt. Everyone was surprised when they found out Jaden knew all along.

I grew closer to Landon after this and we hung out often. He was slightly shorter than me but was 20 pounds lighter. I was considered stocky and well-built and he was considered skinny with a six pack he never had to work for. He was a cute blue-eyed brunette boy.

Because of how short and small he was, he never had confidence in himself. Because of that, I always felt sympathy for him. He was a virgin with extremely limited sexual experience.

After I told him I was gay, I began to notice he acted differently toward me whenever the other guys weren’t around. Never flirty or anything, he would just ask questions out of curiosity and speak to me in a different, nicer way. We weren’t mean to eachother but we all were the typical group of guy friends that talked shit to eachother.

One day, we were hanging out in his garage alone and smoking some weed when he asked me a question.

“How big is an average dick?”

I’d ankara travestileri only ever seen two erect penises other than mine at this point but I didn’t want to admit that. I tried to give an honest answer regardless.

“Um I don’t really know, I only know by sight how big average is…at least in my experience that is,” I answered him, not even realizing the obvious implication of what I was saying. Landon didn’t react though.

“I feel you…I don’t know if I’m big or not but I’m not really worried about it,” he said.

I had the feeling he wasn’t being honest though and that it was something that bothered him not knowing.

“Yeah sureeee, I bet you’re as big as a tic tac,” I said teasingly.

Landon laughed.

“Nahhhh, you just wanna see it,” he said with a smirk.

“Yes please!” I thought to myself.

“Meh I doubt you’d measure up to my standards, sorry bro,” I said, trying to sound genuine.

I could tell this irked Landon some but I knew he would try to hide it. He hid his lack of confidence well from everyone else but I could always see through him.

“How would you know?! I’m telling you, it’s pretty damn big,” he said with a newfound bravado.

It was my turn to laugh.

“I doubt it. You’re so short and skinny, it’s hard to believe your penis would be different. I’ve heard most small guys have small dicks,” I lied, now actively seeing where this could go.

It may seem mean but that’s just how we all talked to eachother. It wasn’t meant to be mean spirited and none of us took any real offense to the banter.

“You’re just as short as me! If you’re saying that, then that must mean your dick is small,” Landon exclaimed.

“True but I’m not the one who’s never had anyone to compare my size with. So I know how I measure up.”

“Yeah…I dont know man, maybe my dick IS small. I don’t think it is but it’s one of my biggest fears that a girl will like laugh at it or something,” he said truthfully.

“Even if it was small, that would be fucked up to do to somebody,” I told him, frowning slightly.

“What, you wouldn’t laugh at a guy for having a small dick?” He asked me with an odd look on his face.

“I mean, I’ve seen some small dicks. The last guy I hooked up with was less than five inches but to be fair though, his was really fat,” I said with a shrug.

He looked at me thoughtfully for a second, as if trying to think of how to say what was on his mind.

“Damn…I wish I knew how big I am. I’ve never even measured myself, I guess I’ve been scared to check. I know five and a half is supposed to be average,” he said, looking me straight in the eye.

“I mean, I could tell you if I ever saw it,” I said with a shrug, giving off a non-chalant vibe that I definitely wasn’t feeling in my charged up state.

“I don’t know man…I’m not gay…” he responded nervously.

“Who said anything about doing anything sexual? You’d just have to show me.”

He remained silent for a moment before quietly saying, “okay.”

“Whip it out then,” I told him.

He stood up from his chair and pulled the front of his basketball shorts and underwear down to show me his penis. It was soft but thicker and longer than I remembered it being a couple years before. I figured it was 4 inches soft and about as thick as an Italian sausage.

“Well?” He asked me, looking down at me.

“I mean, it looks like you have a semi…but if that’s soft then it’s above average. At least for a softie that is,” I told him with a smirk.

“Yeah, it’s totally soft! I swear,” he said earnestly with a smile on his face.

“I don’t know it looks kind of hard,” I said untruthfully, raising my hand to scratch my head.

“Whoa, don’t touch it!” He said, angling away from me to where I couldn’t reach out and touch it.

When he swung away, his cock lifted and audibly slapped his thigh. My erect cock probably leaked some cum. I probably couldn’t have touched him from where I was sitting anyway so I found that action odd.

“Dude, I’m scratching my head…chill,” I said with an annoyed look on my face.

“Sorry bro…I’ve just never showed another guy my dick before like this,” he grinned apologetically as he tucked his dick back inside his shorts before adding, “so do you think girls will think it’s really big?”

“Soft, yeah probably…but it only matters how big you are hard. You don’t fuck someone with a soft dick,” I said matter of factly.

“Yeah that’s true but I’m not gonna like jerk off in front of you or something,” he said. I could sense he was being disingenuous but I couldn’t explain how.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to risk that with a girl,” I said, shrugging.

“I mean…” He said hesitantly. Before he could say anything else, the garage door opened and his brother with our friends came in. We dropped the subject quickly.

A couple weeks passed by until one night, I was at home when my weed dealer texted me that he had some oxycontin 80mg. I’d taken a small piece before, maybe travesti ankara 20mg worth, and it was the most intense and pleasurable high I’d ever had. As a result, I’d one done in the one time as I could tell how addictive it could be.

I ignored the text at first before remembering that Landon had mentioned he’d like to try it sometime if I ever got anymore. Looking back, I realize friends don’t introduce friends to highly addictive drugs but at the time, I was young, dumb and full of cum as they say. I thank God it was only this one time and he never got hooked on the stuff.

“Hey bro, I can get OC80s tonight if you still wanna try it,” I texted Landon.

“Oh fuck yeah dude! We’d have to do it at your place,” he texted back immediately.

We both knew his mom would never leave us alone long enough to not be high in front of her. This would be a 12 hour high for us since we didn’t ever take opiates. She turned a blind eye to pot but she was a nurse and would immediately know we were high off much more than weed. My dad, thankfully, never bothered me when I had friends over.

So I picked up the pill before swinging by Landons and drove us back to my house. Me and my father had moved from the neighborhood to a two-bedroom apartment shortly before graduation.

I snuck my dad’s pill-cutter out of the kitchen cabinet and cut it into four pieces. I didn’t know how deadly the stuff was back then but I knew taking too much was dangerous. I put the pill-cutter back and went back upstairs.

“Cheers,” we said with smiles before swallowing our pieces.

We sat on my bed side by side against the headboard with Rob Dyrdeks new-ish show Ridiculousness playing on MTV. We laughed and provided our own commentary as we waited for the pills to kick in.

“Dude…I’m starting to feel it, are you feeling anything?” he asked me, somewhat giddy.

“Yeah man…my body feels like jelly right now,” I responded.

We continued to watch before I got a random boner. I’d forgotten that this happened to me when I took this.

“One thing about these pills, you’ll get random boners,” I said to him.

“I’ve noticed…I have one right now,” he said, giggling mischievously.

The high seemed to have lowered both of our inhibitions.

“I mean, I guess now would be the ideal time if you want to know if your dick is big or not,” I said to him with a shrug.

Landon smirked at me.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said, clearly nervous.

I looked down to his crotch as he hesitantly unbuttoned his pants. I didn’t even need to see his naked dick, I could tell through his pants he wasn’t small down there.

Landon unzipped and opened his pants up before pulling his boxer shorts down enough to pull it out. Holding the front of his underwear down with one hand, he gripped the base with just his pointer finger and thumb so that it stuck straight out from his body.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“I mean, it doesn’t look small,” I said slowly.

“How big do you think it is?” he asked me.

“I mean, I don’t know,” I answered him.

Truthfully I figured he was probably a little over six inches long and decently fat. Nothing spectacular but nothing to be ashamed of.

It was thinner at the base but got thicker and thicker the further it extended, giving it a club or baseball bat-like appearance. It had a pink head and a slightly tanned shaft with two extremely large testicles under it. Given the fact his entire body was hairless, I wasn’t surprised that he had only a small tuft of pubic hair despite obviously never having shaved or trimmed it in his life.

I raised my hand up, mimicking the motion I did the last time he’d gotten his cock out in front me. This time he didn’t pull away and simply protested.

“Come on, don’t touch it,” he said half-heartedly.

“Oh who cares Landon…we both know we already have crossed a line somewhere,” I replied with a look that conveyed a lack of care.

Landon sat there for a moment silent before responding.

“Please don’t tell anyone…” he said pleadingly, clearly wanting this badly but scared of someone finding out.

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you,” I told him fiercely.

He gave me a small smile and nodded his head before putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes.

I grabbed ahold of his beautiful erection and lightly stroked it. His dick immediately oozed precum. Instinctively, I leaned down and licked the tip of his cock. Landon gasped but didn’t say anything.

I was unsure if that was okay so I just kept stroking him lightly. I was so high at this point I felt a lust I’d never felt before.

“So?” Landon inquired.

It took me a moment to register what he was saying, but then I remembered the pretense behind this whole situation.

“It’s so big Landon,” I told him, knowing that would boost his confidence and ego.

He opened his eyes and looked over at me for the first time since I’d taken his cock in my hand.

“Really?” he asked me, clearly surprised but pleased with himself.

“Yeahhh…could I please suck your big cock?” I asked him politely.

“As long as you never call it a cock again, I can’t stand that word,” he said with a laugh, clearly feeling more at ease as his high had intensified as well.

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