My name is Marcus. This is my story. The story of an ex-gay-escort. I was born in Sydney but grew up on a farm outside Goulburn since I was adopted at age four. My mother gave me away as a baby because she could not care for me. She died from a heroin overdose when I was two. This should be enough for the time being. I will reveal more as we go.
Summer in the Creek – Surprise Encounter
Discovering my body started when I was twelve if I remember well (it could be a year earlier). Changes were sometimes confusing. Unlike most boys my age in the area, I had to accept that I was “different”. Since my first thoughts about sex it was always about boys. It made the whole process more confusing and sometimes scary.
I don’t think that even growing up in a big city would be much easier for someone “different”. In a small town, it isn’t easy. To make things worse, I was very feminine in my manners, and that brought the attention of others, even if I was not gay. Well, I was sure from the very beginning that I was. Although there was no talk about sexuality with my schoolmates at that age, we all were going through the same process and observing others. Some relatively close schoolmates started distancing me from me. At first, I did not understand why, but then I realised that they don’t want to be seen with someone who (at least) looks very gay.
I craved a boyfriend
As time passed and we moved to the next grade in school, comments started flying about me and sometimes at me. I used to pretend not to notice anything. However, loneliness became part of my daily life. My best friends were two girls from my class. I guess that is normal for most gay boys. I was a good student, helping them with homework occasionally. However, I craved a boyfriend rather than a girl.
Thomas was my schoolmate who lived on a farm next to ours. We were very close friends till last year. He started avoiding me at school but was friendly out of school. Towards the school holiday, he became part of a group of other boys who were verbally abusive towards me. We stopped socialising not only in school but entirely. He was a tall, dark-haired, strong boy, and I used to imagine being naughty with him when I was playing with myself in bed. His abusiveness turned me off, and I started imagining faces completely strange to me.
Australian country summer breaks
During summer breaks, we did not travel as people in cities do. I was not expected to do much on the farm and had plenty of time. Spent it mostly fishing and swimming in the creek, running between our farm and one belonging to Thomas’ parents. Sometimes, I went to Goulburn on my bicycle, enjoying an 8 km ride, but there was not much to do there – at least not for me.
That morning, I woke up later than usual, unsure what to do with myself. It was a school holiday, and I was stuck on the farm and did not want to jump on my bicycle and ride to Goulburn as it was already hot at 9 a.m. That left me with one option only – the creek. I packed my fishing gear, jumped on my bicycle and went to the stream.
As usual, I was the only one there, and I picked my favourite place to start fishing. Also had a book with me. Set my fishing rod with the bite and leaned back against the tree in deep shadow. Flies were annoying, and I needed help to concentrate on my book. After a while, I decided it was time to cool down in the creek.
I did not bring my swimwear and stopped wearing undies a while ago. Looked around and could not see anyone. I am usually the only one coming here as Thomas’s parents have a swimming pool where we used to swim together during our happy days as mates.
I took off my shirt and jeans and slowly walked in the water. It was enjoyable. The creek is relatively small, particularly during summer, but big enough to swim. I don’t know how long I was in the water when suddenly I heard a voice. It was Thomas.
I panicked, trying to run out quickly and get dressed, but it was too late. He was standing on the bank right behind me. I was scared. Not from verbal abuse, as I got used to that, but he became pretty aggressive the last couple of months in the school, and I avoided him as much as I possibly could. He is stronger than me. I will try to avoid trouble – it is the only thing on my mind.
“Is the water cold enough?”
“Yes. It is quite pleasant.”
“I knew I would find you here.”
“OK” – I did not know what to say and was standing in the water.
“You always swim naked?”
“No. I forgot my swimwear today.”
He started undressing, and I was preparing for some very unpleasant times. I was an excellent runner who could jump out of the creek and try to escape but could not because Thomas was standing between me and my clothes.
“Should I get in nude as well? – He asked sarcastically
“It is up to you Thomas” – I managed to say
He took his shorts off, and I could see his cock for the first time. It was the first time I have seen anyone’s cock in real. I turned to the side to stop myself from staring at his cock. It was not fully erect, but it was not soft either. He splashed in the water, went underwater, and appeared beside me.
Are you a fagot?
“Why are you so scared?”
“Don’t know… Am not…”
“You are” – he said loud and in a commanding way
“Are you a fagot, Marcus?”
“I am not. I don’t have any experience…”
“You are, and everyone knows that. Skinny girly boy”
He stepped closer to me, and our bodies were touching. His hand touched my cock.
“It feels very little.”