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Saturday, January 30, 2010

JUB introduction gone wrong

I always wanted to officially introduce myself but I never could figure out how, I was a lurker for a while then I posted my story “Neighborly Developments” and the first chapter of a new story “The Picture Describes it All” but still never officially introduced myself. This is because I didn’t know how. So I decided to write how I originally found out about Just Us Boys. It’s one long story, it covers almost every aspect of my life, its graphic and it’s true. Like everything I write I go into detail, I’m sorry I’m crazy. You don’t have to read it, just want to introduce the real me.
I find myself sitting in a random hotel room alone, thinking of how much I would rather be doing anything than being wide awake at 1 in the morning, watching Sports Center. My head bounced around from topic to topic; prom, getting drunk after prom, hoping not to get caught driving down to the sick Seaside house that me and my friends rented for the week of finals, that we’re skipping, (by the way what dicks, we have to go take finals the week after prom, can that get any crappier?) and why I’m alone right now. It’s the day after my 18th birthday, the day after the first time I smoked pot, and the day after I did ecstasy, the day after my whole life changed. I told my mom I was gay. She kicked me out of the house and hasn’t answered a single call in the past 12 hours. My mom and I have always had what I thought was a very good relationship definitely not a parent-child relationship and I didn’t really know how bad of a relationship it was until I found out how other peoples’ parents treated them. My mom just wanted me to get through high school and into a good college so I could get away from what I now know is a shit life, that’s it. My dad is an alcoholic, he’s been through AA, and he’s unsuccessfully tried to kill himself, twice. One time I was graced to be in the room while he sliced his neck with a knife and the other time I had to tell my friends via XBOX Live why I didn’t spawn one game. “Sorry guys, my dad just tried to commit suicide…….. Again.”
Why am I stuck with such a crap life, my sister is a five hours drive away at college and I’m stuck in a living hell? I guess it’s not that bad because until now I’ve always had a guaranteed roof over my head and have always had food to eat, by the way I just realize not only have I not gotten a call back from my mother in the past 12 hours I haven’t eaten in the past twelve hours. Both of my parents came from large families, both have four siblings and both of them are the least successful and attractive out of both families. So I can’t say I live a life of luxury besides my parents always fighting that my dad is too drunk and my mom won’t leave him because he’s the one who brings home all the money to pay for the mediocre at best house. Fuck them, I think as I reach into my bag and pull out a granola bar that I had nabbed before my mom kicked me out. I mean I loved them, well when my dad wasn’t drunk he was alright to be around, he’s ridiculously awkward and I felt bad for any of my friend if they ever got stuck talking to him, but he was alright. That’s as far as I would go with him, but my mom always seemed to care for me. She cared when I brought home straight “A’s” she hit when I would bring home anything lower than a “C”. But any damage she would do was nothing compared to what father would do when he got home. It seemed like the second he got home he just drank like an entire Handle of vodka five minutes after he got home from work because he went from sane to Satan in about that time. When I was young, many times I would go back to school the day after getting bad grades on an exam with bruises, usually covered by my shirt so no one would notice but they were still there. The last time my father hit me and I mean the last time I allowed him to hit me was freshman year he hit me with a right hook, I kicked him in the balls tackled him and bashed his head against the concrete floor until he passed out. I told my mom he had just passed out and that’s the story we told the EMT’s who came to take him to the hospital.
My one escape from this world of crap was the world of video games, I was addicted to an MMORPG called Runescape, which many of my friends called Run Escape, because it is perhaps more addictive than heroin. I wasted years of my life on that game getting to level, which I almost abbreviated as lvl as I usually had when I played the game, 114 before a 2 week vacation without internet access in Hawaii. I played off and on until getting an XBOX 360 which I played almost religiously, (COD4, NCAA 08-10, NBA 2k9, MW2 just to name a few games) and was pretty good, but where has that left me now? I’m sitting in a random hotel room, crying, watching the same Sports Center over and over as I type this story.
The only person in my life who ever truly cared about me died three years ago, my grandfather on my mother’s side. He’s the one who taught me how to throw a baseball and football, shoot a basket, shoot a BB gun, and even how to tie my shoes. He was the first person who I told I that I thought I was gay to, he said that it would wear off and now he’s looking down on me as I look up to him and say it still hasn’t worn off and look what it did to me now. I’m sitting in a random hotel room, crying, wondering why I haven’t changed the channel as I type this story in between prayers to God that this is just an awful dream and I could wake up now.
A trip back from the bathroom, I’m pretty sure I just peed all over the wall, and I think about my first and only ever gay experience. My best friend, at the time, and I were hanging out at his house. We were playing with Pokémon toys and I grabbed my favorite, Charmander of course, out of the box. I asked him if I could have it and he said sure, just come with me and do one thing. I willingly followed him, because it was freaking Charmander and I had no reason not to trust my friend. He led me to the bathroom and we both walked in. He closed and locked the door and unzipped his shorts and told me to do the same. So now we were both standing in his bathroom in our underwear, I still remember to this day he was wearing Pokemon briefs and I was wearing my favorite blue briefs. He pulled down my briefs and then he pulled down his own, this was the first time seeing a non-relative’s penis; he was also the first person with an uncut penis that I saw. He told me to tip of his penis to the tip of his penis, I said no and he bent over and started to pick up his briefs and said “Then you don’t get Charmander”. I really wanted Charmander and said, “Wait, fine I’ll do it” and I proceeded to rub the tip of my penis against the tip of his. Then he told me to rub my penis against his butt, again I said no, he said no Charmander, and I said fine and went ahead with it. Now my penis was fully erect neither of us truly knowing what it meant at the time, continued. He then rubbed his now hard penis against my butt. Needless to say I got the damn Charmander toy. But I don’t know if that whole thing ever happened. The first time we drank together was the first time that we had hung out in like a year and I brought this up he said that this never happened and I then I said “How do I know for a fact that you’re uncut?” Now I’m laughing, crying, watching a stupid Kobe Bryant shoe commercial and typing you this story.
I didn’t know what gay was back then, but in Junior High School (7th and 8th grade) I knew very well what being gay was and I knew for a fact that being gay was bad and no one wanted to be gay, it was like a sin or something, or at least that’s what everyone said. So yeah, now it the second week of 7th grade and it’s the first day of gym, first period, and the first time I’m going to change in a locker room. I was nervous, and hoping I wasn’t “lacking”. I remember looking forward, squinting my eyes just large enough to see my locker in front of me and nothing else, completely ignoring my peripherals. I then basically ran out of the locker room and up to the gym. Then, after gym I tried doing the exact same thing and when I finished I turned around. Directly behind me when I turned around was 3 urinals against a wall that would be perpendicular with the wall that my locker was on if it were to continue. At the urinal was the one male gym teacher and as if it were in slow motion I stared directly at him. He unzipped his cargo shorts and whipped out a HUGE penis, and I mean HUGE, I mean this thing was like abnormally large compared to horse hung porn stars and it was soft. Not only was it long but it seemed to fill up his whole hand, I’m pretty sure he couldn’t get his hand around the whole thing. But the only reason I could see it was because he HAD to stand like a step and half farther than how far a guy would normally stand at a public urinal or his massive dick would be hitting the urinal and we all know that’s just fucking disgusting. So I now say to my pen pal that THIS is the guy that turned me gay. Now I’m horny, watching College Basketball highlights on ESPN and seeing the end of a wonderful Georgia Tech win over UNC, and I continue typing this story.
Is it really 3 AM? I’m tired of talking about how crappy my life is, it’s kind of depressing.
My Uncles are HOT! First, my mom’s younger sister’s husband, he is one amazing man. Maybe he isn’t that hot but because he’s filthy rich (I’m talking about millions, beach houses, and house next to an NFL Quarterback), he’s a black belt in jujitsu, and he’s a stock broker (my dream job). He’s about six foot, bald, (but not because he’s old but because he wants to be bald), and he’s a player (he has 6 kids with 3 different women). Not to mention I caught a one hell of a glimpse of his cock at a urinal after my oldest cousin’s wedding, he was drunk and didn’t notice and if he did he definitely wouldn’t have remembered. Hmm, now that I think about it I love urinals.
My father’s youngest sister’s husband is an absolute hunk. He owns and runs a delivery company he has a few trucks and a main storage house not like UPS or Fedex but it’s pretty big in the area that he lives in and it seemingly employ’s half his town. (I hate FedEx because of the arrow created in white inbetween the “E” and the “x” because it’s the only thing I see, go check it out I’ll wait) He’s a tan, thin man with dark brown hair that’s cut real pretty short and he’s in pretty good shape from handling heavy packages all day, yeah I went there. So one summer, a few years ago, my mom wanted me to get out of the house so I went to work with him, just for shits and giggles I guess. So, we go on deliveries all day it wasn’t that bad I got to spend some time alone with him and he was always pretty cool and then we went back the main warehouse. It was crazy hot that day I’m talking like 120 degrees or “Arizona Hot” as I like to call it. So we were both sweating and of course the air conditioning in his office decided to stop working when we walked in. He thought he could fix it, but it was too hot and he took off his shirt which was now soaked with sweat from a long day. Oh, I was in heaven and almost instantly was trying to hide my erection as I watched him fiddle with the air conditioner and hoping he wouldn’t call me over to help. He had nice sized pecs, nipples a little bit larger than a quarter, and his arms were pretty well built. A thin layer of dark brown hair covered his whole upper body getting a bit thicker the closer down toward the waist band of his Hanes underwear. Too bad he finally gave up trying to fix the air conditioner I could have watched that for hours, but I got home and “Took a Shower”.
So I know there are a lot of Bear lover’s out there so I’ll tell you about my father’s oldest sister’s husband, he’s a plumber and he has the ass for it. This is probably my favorite uncle just to chill with and he’s not bad looking. He’s probably six foot five two-hundred and sixty five pounds, but I’m just throwing numbers out there. He’s thick, very hairy, is one hell of a comedian, and is as horny as a teenager. The few times I’ve slept over his house I’ve heard him having sex with my aunt, caught him masturbating, and almost everything he says is a sexual innuendo. It’s always loved when there was a plumbing problem in the house because it almost guaranteed that he would come down and fix it the next day. It would be a pleasant surprise that he would be working on the pipes and as I said he doesn’t disappoint when I comes down to plumber’s crack. Probably the most memorable time with him was when we went golfing the first time, I was like 10, and we both needed to take a piss and the bathroom unknowingly to us was just a single toilet and a sink. We both peed into the toilet at the same time, and I’m sure he noticed me staring at his Thick cock because he made a joke about it later on the 17th hole. Golf is now my favorite sport, it sucks that Tiger isn’t going to be playing for a while he’s amazing, and remember its stands for Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden.
It’s nearing twenty minutes to four, I’m no longer hungry but I’m starting to grow tired but I have to tell you about my last uncle, the oldest of them all and the one I see every weekend. He’s nearing sixty now but as he ages he keeps getting better looking. He has gray nearly white hair and a goatee in the same almost white color. He has a two perfect blue eyes and perfect white teeth that seem to laugh at you how perfect they are when he talks or smiles. As I said earlier I see him every week, he lives in the same town and he has since I was born. My mom often left me with him because he’s single and she always had to work long shifts since she was a nurse at the local hospital when I was growing up. He has a thick body, but he it’s not fat and he has a huge ass especially when he wears a suit (everyday he’s a lawyer). One day he was running late after picking me up from school and we both needed a shower, I was like eight so we both took a shower together. From what I remember he had a perfect body and the best part of it I was so close to him that one time when he turned around he didn’t know I was practically up his butt he turned around real fast and his semi-erect cock nearly slapped me across the face. He finished his shower real fast after that, I wish I could go back in time and relive that experience now. I would relive almost any of moment that I spent with these men. It’s now 4:10, I’m tired, tired of Sports Center, tired of being alone.
So I try and pull up something to beat off too, I pull out my laptop and pull up the usual stuff. I pull up my favorite erotic stories website, and one of my favorite galleries which happen to look similar to the people involved in my favorite story I could probably tell you the whole thing without looking at because I’ve read it that many times. But, somehow I forget I wanted to go to sleep soon and I start surfing the web completely naked laying on a nasty hotel bed, not my smartest idea. Suddenly I stumble on this site called Justusboys.com. I start checking it out and quickly notice it is more than just a sample picture and video gallery like most of the sites I visit. It’s a community, somewhere I can fit in. Not only does it have a place to read fictional and nonfictional stories but there are members’ favorite galleries and people figuring out who the hot guy in every picture or still from every clip ever. Thus I expanded my pen name FrenchieFry, which was first a name I used with my pen pal, then an email address so I could upload the first chapter of my story “Neighborly Developments” to my favorite erotic stories website. FrenchieFry, I’m not sure how I came up with it but now I’m learning to embrace my new persona.

An Explanation...

I get bored of writing stories so I write about what ever is on my mind. I'm sorry to all those who were readers of my stories on JUB and had been expecting an amazing ending for the story Neighborly Developments six months ago but I went through a mid-life crisis trying to figure out what I'm actually doing with my life. I'm probably just going to try and write an end to my second story The Picture Describes It All without ruining it. Yeah, just an explanation. Never an excuse.