Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2012 06:37:37 -0600
From: Josh Maxwell <btomandback@gmail.com>
Subject: A Boy Like Me - 1

My mom died giving birth to my little brother. I don't even remember her,
but it affected me. It affected me, if for no other reason than it left my
dad as my only parent. I didn't like him.

It wasn't a love-hate thing. At least I don't think so. But he favored
Jason, my little brother. Add to that the fact that my dad is a seriously
type A personality, and I'm a seriously type Z, and it was easiest for me
to just avoid him all I could.

Dad made some attempts to be fair. Like when we moved back to the States
and into a big house while Jason and I were still in grade school. When Dad
put in a twenty-five meter lap pool because Jason had developed an interest
in swimming, he also added a little gym for me in two bays of the garage
because I had an interest in gymnastics.

If you hadn't guessed, we had money.

Unfortunately, I outgrew gymnastics -- not because I lost interest, but
because I literally outgrew it. I was six feet tall when I was fourteen.

I had always been shy, and being tall didn't help. My aunt was sure that my
shyness was because of losing Mom. But I was also shy because I was gay.

I don't know if it had anything to do with it, but while we were overseas,
Dad worked for almost two years on a mining project for my grandfather in
the Ukraine. The site was remote and the young farm girl we had for a nanny
did not worry much about keeping clothes on Jason and me. She would bathe
us at night, and not bother with clothes afterward. Jason and I usually ate
supper naked, slept naked, and were up and playing around the cabin naked
for a while in the morning before she ever bothered to dress us, if she did
even then. If it was summer, or we weren't going to be outside, she didn't
bother and we didn't care. Dad worked long hours and I don't think he was
more than vaguely aware of how we were cared for. Jason and I slept in the
same bed, and the first time it got cold, we cuddled against one another
under the covers. Even after we moved from the Ukraine down to the Baltic
Sea, Jason and I slept naked in the same bed until after we returned to the
States. We would have continued sharing a bed even then, but Dad put a stop
to it about the time I turned eleven and Jason turned nine. Dad didn't care
about us sleeping naked, just not in the same bed, and once you are used to
sleeping that way, clothes get in the way. So Jason and I continued to
sleep naked, just each in our own bed.. So basically, I'm saying I slept
naked with another boy, even if he was my brother, for several years, and
maybe it inclined me to look at boys differently.

My being gay really kicked in when I was about twelve. I hit a clumsy stage
because of how fast I was growing. I started admiring shorter guys with
more compact bodies -- guys who could be gymnasts. When we came back to the
states, I was taken by how cute American boys were, and I hadn't gotten
over that. My interest in other boys went nuclear when my hormones kicked
in. Girls may have interested me at some point, but not past puberty.

I kept up a false front, going out with girls when they asked me. I hid
completely the fact that I was gay, even from my brother who was my best
friend. Without a mom, with the dad we had, and all the moving we had done,
Jason and I were super close. I didn't dare tell him because if I lost my
brother Jason, I'd have nobody.

There wasn't anyone else I could tell, and becausue of my dad, I
participated in almost every team sport there was. All my friends were
jocks and I assumed that they hated gay guys. Several of them talked like
they did.

So I reached the age of sixteen a total virgin, and pretty lonely except
for Jason.

Enter, my grandpa. For some reason, he seemed to like me. Maybe it was
because I was the oldest of his grandsons. Maybe it was an `heir-apparent'
kind of thing.

Dad was probably the asshole he was because of Grandpa. Grandpa was even
more Type A than my dad, and he is the one who started all the family
money.

Grandpa phoned me on my sixteenth birthday. "I've got something special for
you, Brock" he told me. "I know you're busy celebrating today [I wasn't, by
the way] but tomorrow is Friday, and well, you don't have anything going
on, do you?" He didn't wait for an answer before saying, "Meet me at the
lake cabin at six."

I hung up the phone, wondering what he was going to give me. Lake cabin? A
Wave runner? It was only March, and the lake was probably still full of
ice. Fucked up if Grandpa had a wave runner for me.

What Grandpa called a lake cabin wasn't really a cabin. It was a lake
house.

Grandpa met me at the door, with a broad grin and a drink in his
hand. After I took off my jacket, he laid an arm over the backs of my
shoulders and turned me toward the stairs.

"How does it feel to be sixteen?"

"Okay, I guess. How was it for you?"

Grandpa laughed, and shook my shoulders. "About like yours is going to be,"
he said, walking me up the stairs.

"Why?" I asked. "What have you got for me?"

Grandpa winked. "You'll see." We reached the top of the stairs and he
walked us into the master bedroom. There, sitting on the edge of the
king-size bed was an absolutely gorgeous Asian girl. She honestly looked no
older than me.

She wore a black teddy. Black looked good on her because her skin was pale
and her hair was long and black. She had strikingly large almond-shaped
eyes. She sat erect, like an Asian princess, long slender arms out to the
side. Her palms rested lightly on the bedcovers. She smiled at me, like a
princess who was pleased with a subject.

"Meet Mei Ling," Grandpa told me. "She's expensive; very expensive. You
have her for the entire night -- make the most of it. No one else is
coming, and I'm about to leave. I've already told your father that you
won't be home until tomorrow." He swatted my butt, leaving his hand on it
long enough to give me a shove forward.

"Happy Birthday, Brock!" he said, turning to leave. "Wear yourself out!"

The door closed.

The bottom dropped from my stomach.

With a slight smile, Mei Ling rose gracefully from the edge of the bed. She
was tall for an Asian girl. She came to me, wrapped her forearms around my
neck, and pressed her pelvis to mine. She gazed into my eyes and her smile
grew playful."

But then she frowned. "Baby," she said softly. "You're trembling!"

I swallowed hard. I remember being surprised by her voice because I
expected an accent, and yet, Mei Ling had none; she sounded American. And
yes, I was shaking.

She leaned close, her breasts pressing me softly through her teddy, and she
put her mouth to my ear. "It's alright if you've never been with a
girl. I'm here to teach you." Her perfume was intoxicating. I'd heard
perfumes advertised as intoxicating. Hers really was. Or at least,
something made my head swim.

She leaned back to study me, and her brow furrowed deeply. "You've turned
white! You better sit down," she said, turning me and backing me to the
bed.

I sat and she knelt on the floor beside me. She laid a warm hand on the
side of my face. "Why are you so afraid?" she asked. "I'm simply a girl."

I swallowed hard again.

"Baby," she asked, "are you gay?"

My eyes went wide.

"You are!" she said, sounding somewhat surprised.

I felt my breath leave and had trouble getting it back.

But Mei Ling smiled gently and stroked the side of my face. "Have you ever
been with a girl?"

I shook my head slightly.

"We're not so bad," she said softly. Then she cocked her head. "Have you
ever been with a boy?"

I shook my head again.

"Baby," she whispered, leaning in to kiss me softly on the lips. "I'll make
love to you like a boy, and I'll make love to you like a girl. I'll teach
you things." She pulled my leg open and cupped my package with her
hand. She felt my size and shape, and then Mei Ling purred. She groped me,
and she brushed my lips with hers. Her breath smelled of mint.

She gripped the bottom of my sweater and pulled it up. I let her take it
over my head and off me. Next she grasped my shirt and pulled it off. Her r
eyes widened with delight, and she laid her hands on my chest and
sides. She felt over me and traced the seams of my muscles. "Do you work
out with weights?"

"Some."

Her fingers swept my pecs and sternum and over my nipples. "You're smooth,"
she whispered. Her eyes dropped to my pants. "Are your legs smooth, too?"

I assumed she meant hairless. I had a few golden hairs on my calves (I have
dark blond hair), so I shrugged.

"Let's see," she said. She pulled off my shoes and socks. Then she
unbuttoned my jeans. "Stand up, baby," she told me.

I stood, and watched as she unzipped me and pulled down my jeans, leaving
me in my boxer briefs. I stepped out of my jeans and she pulled them off
each foot, setting them aside. She sat back on her haunches and looked me
up and down. She closed her hands around my left thigh. "Baby," she said,
"you're beautiful!"

She felt up my thighs, running her fingers into the leg holes of my
boxers. " You're smooth," she whispered. Inside my boxers, her fingers
stroked my scrotum and sought out my dick. "Umm," she whispered. She
glanced up at me. "Are you a runner? I knew a sprinter who was built like
you.""

"I'm in a lot of sports," I told her.

Mei Ling's eyes fell to the front of my underwear. She went up on her knees
and pulled my boxer briefs down to my ankles.

I was gay, and I was scared; so I was about as soft as soft gets. Mei Ling
nuzzled into that softness and when she murmured, "Mmmm," her voice
vibrated my balls.

"I love the smell of a boy," she said, and took a deep breath. She lifted
my balls and dick on her right palm and gently kissed the head of my
dick. She brushed her cheek against it and then nuzzled into the crease of
my leg. My dick began to lengthen. `I like it,' she said, quietly, watching
my cock, "when we start soft and I can watch it grow."

Mei Ling stroked me up hard, then got to her feet and pushed me gently
backward. "Get up on the bed, baby," she told me.

I did what she told me, and climbed onto the bed and lay back on the
pillows, naked.

"Yes," Mei Ling said softly, looking down at my cock from the end of the
bed. "We're both going to enjoy tonight."

Lowering one strap of her teddy at a time, she showed me her breasts. She
caressed them, squeezed them, then pressed her pointing nipples with her
fingers. Thinking back on it, she must not have been entirely Asian. Her
breasts were larger than most Asian girls. They were a size to more than
fill one of my palms. They looked firm and her nipples pointed upward. She
smiled slyly. "Do you think a gay boy might like these?"

I'd never looked much at breasts. They didn't do anything for me, at least
not after I focused so much on boys. Of course, I'd never seen a girl's
naked breasts live and in person, and I had the sudden urge to see what
they felt like, so I nodded.

Mei Ling shimmied her teddy on down and it fell off her hips and onto the
floor. Her pubes were shaved and she had a flat pelvis. If there was a girl
to entice a gay boy, it had to be Mei Ling -- at least as far as I was
concerned. She was slender and her body had graceful lines. She wasn't
muscular or anything like that, but I could make out the soft seams of her
thigh muscles and long torso muscles. Mai Ling cupped her hands over her
pussy and squeezed. She looked down at me, less like a queen and more
like... well, a hungry queen.

Keeping a hold on her crotch with one hand, she circled in the air with a
finger of the other. "Turn over. Let me see the rest of you."

I rolled onto my stomach.

Mei Ling grabbed my ankles and spread my legs. "Ummm," she murmured. The
bed jiggled as she knelt onto it between my legs. "I'll help you relax,"
she said.

Her fingers swept over the backs of my legs and down inside my thighs,
lightly, barely more pressure than a breath. And then I felt her actual
breath on the backs of my balls which must have showed between my legs. The
she blew between my legs, up my perineum. She took a deep breath there and
I heard her moan softly. Then I jumped because I felt the wetness of her
tongue press behind my balls. She laid both hands on my butt and nuzzled
in, licking, murmuring. My cock grew even harder. She was arousing me, but
was also doing what she said -- she was relaxing me. Her breath was
soothing as well as stimulating..

Her hands moved up my back, caressing, feeling the firmness of my
muscles. She lay down on me -- I don't care whether you're gay or straight,
a warm naked body hungrily hugging the back of yours will make you hard
even if it's the first time -- especially if it's the first time. I felt
the wetness of her pussy on my butt. Her hands massaged my shoulders. "Are
you relaxing baby?" She whispered.

I nodded.

She ground herself on my butt slowly, spreading her dampness. She moved
hair off the back of my neck and blew softly. She kissed there, then down
the side of my neck where she sucked and gnawed. I moaned.

"You like that, baby?" she whispered.

I murmured assent.

She pulled at my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. My hard cock rolled
up onto my belly. Mei Ling saw, and pressed the palm of her left hand on
the underside. Her fingertips stroked my balls, then she closed her hand
around my shaft and smiled down at me. "You've got a nice one."

"You think?"

She nodded. "You're only sixteen?"

"Yeah."

Mei Ling lowered her mouth to my left nipple. She sucked hard and I felt
her teeth. I felt her tongue. My body shuddered.

She moved to my right nipple, while jacking me with a firm grip. She
nuzzled under my neck and wrapped a leg over my legs. She climbed up to
straddle my legs, still stroking my cock. She pulled it up against her
labia. "Baby," she said throatily, "I will tell you the absolute truth -- I
got wet the moment I saw you walk in that door, and that was before I saw
you nude and held your cock in my hand. Baby" she said, rising over me. "I
want you inside me. Now!"

She eased her hips forward over my dick, rubbed her slit on it, then guided
my dick upward, and lowered herself onto it. The warmth and wetness of her
vagina slid over my dickhead and down my shaft, and I was virgin no
more. Mei Ling settled her weight into my lap, stretching my length up into
her. She closed her eyes and ground down into me, and she got this look
like she was scratching some deep itch. I barely noticed. All my attention
was down where her wiggling worked my dick up inside her. She rocked and I
felt the snug lining of her vagina slide on my dickhead and shaft. She
ground far down into my lap and onto my scrotum and rocked there. I grabbed
her thighs and held on.

She rocked with her eyes closed, holding her breasts, and it was like she
forgot about me for a minute or two. But then her large eyes opened, met
mine, and Mei Ling fell onto her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes bore down
into mine, watching my face, as she backed herself, over and over, hard
onto my di ck. She was fucking me, as truly as ever a girl fucked a
guy. Her breasts dangled and jiggled above me. I reached up to see what
they felt like. Her eyes closed and she moaned, so I caressed them.

"Yes, baby," she murmured.

She moved faster and my hands dropped to her thighs again. My hips
responded. I began to buck.

"Oh, yeah," she grunted. "That's how you fuck."

She sat back up, grabbing the sides of my waist as if to pull me even
farther into her. My balls suddenly tightened and I got ready to climax,
but then Mei Ling went wild, rocking crazily, whimpering, yelping, and
bouncing. I realized she was coming, but I didn't know girls could come
like that. It majorly distracted me, and my climax died before it was born.

Mei Ling's skin grew flush all over her body, and damp with
perspiration. Eyes closed, she quit moving everywhere, except down inside
where her muscles squeezed and milked my dick as if I had come with
her. She leaned forward onto my shoulders again and her eyes opened slowly,
dazedly. Slowly she ground my dick around inside her, then ground
harder. She lay down on me, and whispered in my ear. "Roll us over, baby,"
she said, "and fuck me hard."

I wrapped my arms around her, and keeping my dick inside her, I rolled us
over so that she was on her back with me on top of her. She planted her
feet on the bed and lifted her pelvis to me and grabbed me by the ribs. I
responded naturally. I fucked and she met my thrusts.

"Faster!" she encouraged. "Go fast."

I sped up, and found that my hips were built for it. I rabbit fucked and
Mei Ling started going wild again. This time, I was going to come with
her. She pawed at my back, writhing and whimpering. I drove my hips forward
particularly hard and made my first squirt. Mei Ling felt it and froze,
gripping my shoulders. I pressed in, my dick pulsing, and her insides
milked me. I had a long climax, even for me. I shuddered at the end,
completely empty.

I collapsed onto Mei Ling, my cheek against hers. She cooed soothingly and
her fingers ran into the back of my hair. "That," she whispered, "was
lesson one."



Mei Ling liked sex. I was sixteen, and kept up with her night of lessons
with growing enthusiasm. We paused for a late supper, or early breakfast --
naked in the kitchen, and then fell asleep after more sex. Funny, but
sleeping naked with her, I dreamed I was sleeping naked with Jason again,
and I dreamed that he was teaching me about sex. I woke in the morning,
spooned behind Mei Ling and sporting morning wood.

Except for the bathroom, we didn't get out of bed until midday that
Saturday, and by then, we had been through at least half the positions of
the Kama Sutra. Instead of her taking a cab back into town like my grandpa
had paid her to do, I drove her in the car dad had given me for my
birthday, and she hugged in under my arm as we walked out from the house,
comfortably, like girlfriend and boyfriend. I had a new affection for
breasts and vaginas and clits and Mei Ling's skilled mouth.

She seemed happy, too. She gave me her phone number and promised me a
freebie when I wanted it. She even told me her real name on that drive into
town, Carolyn Chang. She was a college student.

I took her up on the freebie offer the very next Sunday, but I had already
begun looking elsewhere. Mei Ling - Carolyn had told me all about girls,
and after that birthday weekend, I saw them in an entirely new light. I was
noticing, too, how girls looked at me. It was different, knowing that they
could be as horny as I was.

It's not that I quit looking at boys -- after all, I had been looking at
only boys for the four most important years of my sexual development. But
horny sixteen-year-old boys have a tendency to pansexualism anyway, as in
"fuck anything that moves".

Lisa Jones wasn't one of the aggressive girls at school. She was almost the
opposite. A freshman. Quiet, a little shy. But she had seemed interested in
me before, and she was on the girls track team and had a great body. I
started hanging around her, standing close when we talked, touching her on
the shoulder, the back, her hair. I took her to the mall and a movie. On
the Thursday afternoon after my freebie with Carolyn, while Lisa's mom was
out and her sister was downstairs, I made out with Lisa in her bedroom. It
seemed easy to get her onto her back in bed, pressing her body with mine,
letting her feel my erection. It seemed easy to kiss down her body and get
my face under her skirt ignoring her half-hearted, token attempts to stop
me. Once I'd planted my mouth on her panty-covered pussy, it was easy to
pull the panties aside for my tongue to reach her clit, and then when she
was close to climaxing, it was easy to pull her panties completely away. It
was easy to get my own pants down while working her toward a second climax,
then to spread her legs and mount her. I popped my first cherry.

Lisa's best friend was Ashley, and Lisa must have told Ashley everything.
Not the next Saturday, but the Saturday after that, when it was just me and
Ashley on a couch downstairs in the game room at her house, I popped my
second cherry.

By the time school ended that May, I was having regular sex with a third
girl at school, a girl who hadn't been a virgin. I thought I had turned the
corner on my sexuality and gone from gay to straight. I honestly did. But
then summer arrived and my brother Jason brought home a new friend from
swim team, Tyler Fitzgerald.