Connor and Jason: Chapter 1

(Part 1 from 2. Fiction.)

*** This story is a 100% fiction, and is based on a dream I had once, so I had to write it. I hope you like it.

It only seemed like yesterday that I found out that I was gay and lost my virginity to a boy that I am proud to call my boyfriend.

First off let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Connor and I am 19 years old. Blond hair and brown eyes, sort of muscle built. My penis size…you’ll find out about my cock later as well as the rest of me.

I have always been into girls, even at school and college I had been out with a few. I have always been straight, never bisexual or gay, always straight, and even when I was straight, I never wanted sex with a girl, even though many of the girls I have been out with wanted me to have sex with them. I don’t know why I didn’t want to have sex with girls, I just didn’t, and I couldn’t explain why. That was until I met a certain person who made it all clear why.

My story starts some time after I left college and I found myself unemployed. I found myself wanting to be a hairdresser, and many girls in college thought that I was gay because being a hairdresser makes you gay, in which may I say is not true in the slightest.

I got the qualifications I needed to become a hairdresser and instantly I started searching for a job at local hairdressers and such. I had to go on the dole and the jobcentre didn’t do any good, they even put me on this works skill program that I had to go to ever Wednesday. The program was just me and a few other people in a room looking on the internet for jobs and making notes, which were absolutely boring, I didn’t know why I had to go. Waste of time if you ask me.

I was in a room on a computer with other boys that were totally ugly ass looking if you ask me, no attraction to any of them. I was searching for a job within the city of where I lived called Pontypridd for a job as a Hairdresser. No jobs were going and I was about to give up hope for looking.

I was about give up searching and leave the room when I saw him enter. He just strolled into the room his blue jeans were tight, his black t-shirt revealing his long arms. His eyes were blue, his hair was a trimmed black and his teeth were white, and I noticed he was chewing gum. He was tall, taller than me. He must have been roughly the same age as me. And to me he looked gay, the way he walked and the way he dressed, the others in the room didn’t even bat an eyelid.

He sat opposite me looking at whatever job he was looking for. I wanted to pass out because his figure took my breath away. I was instantly attracted to him, just like that, and right there and then I knew I wanted to fuck him. It was kind of strange, I never even like boys, well I wasn’t attracted to them anyway, and I found this peculiar. His name was Jason; I overheard his name being mentioned as he was talking to someone sitting next to him about something.

I found myself checking him out, and I couldn’t look away from him, he was like a magnet, he even had that faint sweet smell about him that said ‘look at me boys, come and get me’, and every time he looked at me I would turn to look back at my screen to avert suspicion. I could sense and feel his eyes boring into me, and it sort of felt uncomfortable. I knew I was playing into dark territory here.

Time passed and Jason left before me. I wanted to leave too and go after him, but I didn’t want to look so desperate. I knew back then that that was my dream boy – possibly – leaving me and never to see me again.

I had finished my session of looking for a job as a hairdresser, and I was the last to leave. I was desperate to leave the building I was in, I had my hand clenched on my jean pocket, where I could feel my packet of fags – yes I am a smoker – and I was eager to have a puff to relax my nerves.

I barely left the office room I was in, when I left the office room I saw myself standing outside in a small foyer with stairs leading up to the next floor and the stairs leading down, Jason was standing just outside the door.

“Excuse me,” he called to me. “I want to speak to you.” I turned to see Jason standing there, his appearance – to me otherwise – looked as if he was calm, he wasn’t angry, but looks can be deceiving. “Follow me.” he said to me calmly. My throat closed up and my blood warmed, I followed him.

As I followed him I honestly thought I was going to get a beating from him from just checking him out. I was now worried.

He led me into the male toilet which was small and slightly cosy. He led me to the farthest small cubical. He entered the cubical with me and locked the door behind him, lucky there was no one in the toilet at the time, just us two.

He towered over me like a giant. He grabbed me by the arms, not tight, but gently. I honestly thought that he was going to shove my head down the toilet and beat the shit out of me. But he never did.

He looked at me, almost smiling, a moment passed over us and we were looking deep into each other’s eyes. Something told me not to fear him and what he was about to do, I was just to let him do it.

Then without even realizing it, his lips were pressed against mine. My eyes widened as he kissed me.

During that kiss, I felt a spark, and I was sure that he felt it too, that spark that told you that you had found your soul mate. His kiss was warm and I blushed. I could even feel myself going red. I was sort of smiling as he kissed me. My heart raced and I am sure his was too. Jason was doing all the kissing; I just stood there and let him do all the moves. And I welcomed it.

He pulled away from me, and I was speechless. My mind raced and I was slightly confused with what to say next. But deep inside me I was happy and glad that he kissed me, and I thought this strange.

“I saw you checking me out.” Jason said to me smiling.

“Oh.” was all I could say.

I stammered as I tried to tell him that I wasn’t gay. But something told me I was now that Jason had kissed me.

“What’s your name?” he said so romantically to me in a whisper, he rubbed my arm soothingly as if we were always together.

“C-connor.” I told him as I stuttered my name.

“Connor,” he smiled. “Want to be my boyfriend?” he asked me.

I was completely speechless. Me? He wanted me to be his boyfriend? Did he just ask me to be his boyfriend? I was so sure I was dreaming this, and if it was a dream I thought I might as well go along with it, so I said. “Sure.” my voice shook as I spoke.

He kissed me again, this time wrapping his arms around me, and I was kissing him back. At this time I thought I should mention that I wanted to fuck him right there and then in the toilet. It all made sense why I didn’t want to fuck girls; it was boys that I wanted to fuck. I was into boys not girls and I just couldn’t see that.

Jason stopped kissing me. We left the toilet holding each other’s hands which to me was exotic. His hands we smooth and clean, I didn’t want to let go, they were perfect. We walked down a flight of stairs still holding each other’s hands, I must say holding his hand I actually felt loved. A man came walking up the flight of stairs, quickly Jason let go of my hand as the man walked passed us. Luckily he didn’t seem to know that we were together and he looked as if he was in a rush to notice anything else around him.

“Sorry,” he said to me taking my hand again. “I just want to keep our relationship quiet. You may never know, there are some paranoid bastards in this world that think gay people are evil or some shit.” I understood Jason completely; there were people who hated gays, like there was anything wrong with being gay.

Jason and I walked from the building we came out of and he let go of my hand. I knew why and I understood.


“Want to come and hang out at my place?” he asked me. How could I refuse?

“Sure.” I said smiling to him. He smiled back and we walked to his home.

At that time I pulled out of my pocket my fags, I was desperate for a smoke. I pulled out a cigarette and lit one up. I sucked in and puffed out the smoke in my mouth, I felt so relaxed now that I was in the open to smoke.

I saw Jason look at me, bad move I said; now he was going to dump me. “You smoke?” he asked me. I nodded. “May I have one?”

I offered him one instantly. He pulled out a fag and stuck it in his mouth; I lit his up for him. He coughed and spluttered.

“Your first smoke?” I asked him.

He nodded. “I have always wanted to smoke. But give me time and I think I will enjoy it.” he said.

I have to say as we walked, smoking, seeing him there smoking with me, he looked so hot. He got used to smoking and now it seemed like he was going to take it up.

“So tell me Connor, how old are you?”

“19.” I said to him, “You?”

“I’m 19 as well, well only just turned 19, my birthday was a month ago in June.”

“So was mine, what day was your birthday on?” I asked him.

“Mines on the 20th of June.”

“Mines on the 24th,” I said, I was the baby out of us both, I don’t know why I thought that, but I felt kind of glad that I was going out with someone who was a little older than me.

We approached a street which I guessed where he lived, there was no sign post revealing the name of the street, but I guessed we weren’t that far away.

Jason lived just at the edge of the city. He had his own home which I suppose I was jealous at. But that didn’t matter.

Jason lived in a fairly big house, from the outside it looked like a nice house. He opened his front door and like the gentleman he was, he let me in first. He closed the door behind him. His house was quite clean as he took me into his wide living room.

“Make yourself at home, no one comes here, my parents are on their wedding anniversary in the Caribbean, nice for some eh?” Jason said, I went into his living room which was posh looking, I never figured him as posh. I took a seat on his settee.

He went into the kitchen and brought back a bottle of Smirnoff ice. I was surprised that he knew I liked Smirnoff.

“So,” he said sitting down next to me. “I take it this is the first time for you, being gay and all?”

I nodded and took a sip.

“Relax,” he said sitting close next to me placing his hand on my hand, I started to get a hard on every time he touched me and I blushed, my heart racing. “You are perfectly safe here.” he rubbed my arm again like he did in the toilet and I relaxed a bit. “Tell me, what sort of boys do you like?”

“I don’t know,” I said to him hesitantly. “I always liked girls. Never thought I’d like boys. This is all sort of new to me.”

“How many girls have you fucked in your life?” he asked me.

I answered honestly. “None.”

He was surprised at this. “Seriously, you never fucked any girl?” I nodded my head in reply. “But you are hot!” he said this with a shortage of breath. “Girls must have been going mad in not wanting to fuck you.”

“Actually,” I began saying. “You might think this as strange but, I never wanted to fuck any girls. I don’t know why I just don’t see any point in fucking a girl I would like.”

“What about boys? Fucked any boys?” he asked me. I shook my head.

“What about you?” I asked him. “You must have fucked a lot of boys.”

“No.” he said to me, I was surprised at this. “I recently found out I was gay, couldn’t tell anyone. I knew I wanted to have a boyfriend, and I was looking all around for one, until today when I found you. I saw you checking me out, and I was checking you out as well. I don’t know how to explain it but I just had to speak to you, I am glad I did.” he rubbed my arm again; it was as if he knew how to comfort me. “That kiss was the first time you got kissed by a boy wasn’t it?” I nodded.

“What about you?” I asked him.

“You were my first, I have to admit I was pretty nervous, I thought you’d beat me up or something if I did.” he said to me laughing slightly.

“I thought you were going to beat me up just because I was checking you out.” I said to him. For some reason I don’t know why I said that. We laughed at each other for saying that.

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