Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1999 20:18:43 EST
From: BTHSJCP@aol.com
Subject: Old Friend, New Start

It was a hard day and I couldn't wait to get home.  I love my job as a high
school counselor, but it can get tiring at times.  I love working with the
kids and all, but the administrative side is disgusting.  The political forces
at play in a high school can cloud what is really important, the kids.	
As soon as I got in, I went to work on the Soloflex.  I would have preferred
sparing with my cute sparing partner in my kung fu class, but I don't like to
spar when I am not myself.  I either make stupid mistakes and/or get mad and
that's not good for anyone.
I pushed myself hard on the Soloflex, working out my frustrations, to the
point that my muscles ached.  I love that feeling.  I pushed myself until I
couldn't go anymore.  It felt real good.

I went to the bedroom to get a change of clothes and admired myself in the
mirrored doors to my closet.  I liked what I saw, a handsome New YoRican.  I
stand 6 feet tall, with naturally tan skin, nice heavy eyebrows, large deep
brown puppy dog eyes with long lashes, straight nose and full lips.  My hair
is long and curly, falling past my shoulders.  I have a medium build, not too
thick with muscle.  I looked at my cut torso with nicely shaped pecs and large
brown nipples, the left one pierced.  I have a nice sprinkling of hair across
my pecs, not a bush but a sprinkling that leads a trail to my six-pack that is
not as clearly defined as most athletes, but noticeable.  The trail of hair
disappeared at the waist band of my gray Nike shorts, but continue to my legs,
which are beautifully shaped, if I must say so myself.  I was getting ready to
go into the shower, so I pulled off my shorts and underwear to admire my nice,
hairy, bubble butt and the backs of my hairy legs.  I always laugh at the way
the hair stops right at the ankles, like I have socks on.  I look at my front
again, this time without the shorts and admire the unhindered view, now
including my 8" cut penis.

Now I'm horny!  I just broke up with my girlfriend and I have no one to call
on right now.  Sure, there are a number of women more than willing to take
care of me, but I am not in the mood to deal with them afterward, something I
am not in the mood to do.

I go into the shower and let the hot water rinse the sweat off my body.  I
wash my hair and lather up my body with my favorite shower gel, the one that
smells like melons and rinse it off my body.  Now I am ready to service
myself.  I fill the tub half way, adding bubble bath, and lay down in the
bubbles.  I take a bar of soap I keep for this purpose only and soap up my
hands.  I then run my hands over my chest, tickling my right nipple, the one
that's not pierced, before going to the pierced one, while my left hand starts
jacking on my cock.  I am really getting into it...
Shit!  The doorbell rings.  I get out of the tub and drip my way to the
intercom.

"Yeah?" I say a little harshly.

"It's me, Rey.  Victor."

What's wrong with Victor?  He doesn't sound like himself.

"Come on up," I say and buzz him in.  

I have a few minutes before he gets up in the elevator, so I rush to dry off
and put on a pair of shorts.  Over it, I put on this real cool full-length
robe my kung fu partner brought me back from China when he went to visit his
family.  It's black with red highlights embroidered with dragon designs.  It's
real cool and I love it.  No way I could afford it in this country.

I open the door and let my buddy Victor into my apartment while rubbing a
towel through my hair.  Victor is slightly taller than me and has a medium
build.  He doesn't work out, and is a little soft, but he is a handsome young
Latino, like myself.  We've been friends for as long as I can remember.  One
of the things I like so much about him is the fact that he doesn't speak much
more Spanish than I do, something we are both ashamed about; but our families
spoke English in the house, so we never picked it up.  We always got teased in
the old neighborhood because we did well in school and could speak without
accents when we decided.  
"I can't believe she left me, man," Victor says as he throws himself on the
living room couch.

"Millie?  No way, bro!"

"Yeah man.  I came home and all her shit was gone.  Here, read the note she
left me."

He shoves the envelope in my hand.

Dear Victor,
	I have to leave. I'm staying with my grandmother in Santo Domingo
	for a little while. 
	I couldn't face you, so I decided to just leave. When you started
	talking marriage, it freaked me out.
	You don't know this, but I came across one of your high school
	diaries one day and what I read freaked me out.  I can't help
	wondering that if we got married, it would be a big mistake!
	I love you with all my, you know that.  I just need time to think.
	Maybe you should do the same.
			Love always,
			Millie


I sank into the couch, next to my best friend, perplexed.  He sat on the
couch, with his elbows on his knees, chin resting on his two-handed fist,
looking straight ahead before turning to face me.  There's a strange look in
his eyes when I notice a tear fall.

"Ah shit, man.  I wish there was something I could do or say to ease your
pain," I say as I move over closer to him as I lean forward and put my arm
around his shoulder.

"I know.  I know, but you can't.  You see, Millie was always jealous of our
friendship," he said as he looked at my chest through the opening in my robe.
"She thought that it stood between her and me."

"Come on, that's ridiculous!"

"Not to her, so when she read my diary--"

He stopped short and looked forward again as the tears began to flow freely.

"What is it, Vic.  You can tell me," I say as I rub his back.

"No, I can't.  I thought I could, but I can't."

He got up and headed toward the door, when he stopped with his head bowed.  I
walked around to his front and put my hands on his shoulders as I tried to
make eye contact with him.  I realize that the tears are profuse.

"What is it, bro?  Why you trippin' like this?"

He turns away from me violently and stands with his side to me.  I walk around
him and put my arms around him, my hand on the back of his head.  He begins to
sob audibly and puts his arms around me with force as he cries in the small of
my neck.  I don't know what else to do.  I never saw him like this.

"It's alright, man.  It's alright."

He raises his head a little and we both turn to face one another.  Before I
realize what's happening, he kisses me, covering my lips with his as I feel
his tongue lick my lips.  I feel my cock stirring when I suddenly pull away.
I am speechless.

"That's what she read about.  She read about the crush I had on you in high
school, the one I never got over."

As he said this, he came to me again, suddenly putting his hands around me in
a strong embrace and kissed me again, this time pushing his tongue into my
mouth while he grabbed my ass.  I have to admit that it was turning me on.  I
put my arms around him and started kissing him back.  With that, he held me
even tighter as his hand kneaded my ass.  

Finally, confused, I pull away.  I shake my head slightly and sit on the
couch.  I can't believe this is happening.  What is going on?

Victor walks in front of me, not coming too close.

I sit on the couch, holding my head in my hands, leaning forward, wondering
what all this means.  The fact that it felt natural and I liked it scares the
hell out of my.

Victor says, "I'll leave.  I'm sorry."

"What?!  You pull this shit and leave?!  Fine, get the fuck out!"

"I thought you wanted me to leave.  Ain't you mad at me?"

"Maybe.  I don't know!  Right now, all I know is I'm confused as all hell!  My
brain is telling me to kick your ass, but it's like you stirred something in
me I didn't know I had.  I'm no fuckin' pato!"  (Literally duck, but used as
deragatory term for homosexual.)

Victor sat next to me and carefully put his hand around my shoulders.

"Yo Rey, man.  It ain't like that dat.  We known each other forever, it's only
natural for us to care for each other.  Maybe I care a little too much."

I lean back on the couch, and Victor follows with his arm still around my
shoulders.  I can't help but like it and that is freaking me out.

"I can't lay all the blame on you.  I kissed you back," I said with a slight
smile, realizing that I'm so hard that it hurts.

"Yeah, you did," Victor says as he gently cups my chin with his fingers,
turning my face toward his before kissing me again.
This kiss was not as hard and passionate as the other one, but sweet.  I put
my arms around him and return the kiss, allowing his tongue to enter and
explore my mouth.  We embrace each other like lovers, totally lost in one
another.  We continue to kiss while Victor leans in, pushing my back to the
couch again, as his free hand disappears under my robe and is pulling on my
nipple ring.

He knows that he is sending electricity through my body causing me to gasp.
It feels so good.  We continue kissing while he plays with my nipple ring and
I unbutton his shirt.  Victor is fairer than me, and a lot hairier.  He
doesn't have hair on his back, except in its small, right above the ass, but
he is very hairy everywhere else.  He's also soft, like I said and has a soft
chest.  He doesn't have male tits, but it's soft.  I run my fingers through
the hair on his chest and grab of his soft pecs, making him moan into my
mouth.

He pushes me down on the couch, so that he is on top of me, and presses his
crotch into my own.  I love the weight of his body on mine as I embrace him
and continue t feed on his tongue.  His lips leave mine and go to the side of
my neck where he begins to kiss and lick, while his finger is still in the
loop of my nipple ring.  I reach and grab a handful of his beautiful firm ass
as he continues to grind me.  In response, he sucks hard on the base of my
neck as we hump each other in frenzied abandon.

We are about to blow our wads at any moment.  I can not believe how hot he is
making me!

He takes my non-pierced nipple in his mouth and sucks on it hard and it puts
me over the edge.

"Aaaarrrrrrrrgh!"

He humps me one last time with a grunt, through his teeth, which are clamped
to my nipple.

I never felt like this before: so hot, so satisfied.  What an awesome feeling!
I realized that we wanted each other for a very long time, but neither of us
wanted to confront it.  I run my fingers through his hair and look him in the
eye.  All I see and feel is a kind of silent, mutual love that only comes once
in a person's life.


I intend to get him out of his clothes to take things further.  Who knows what
will happen next? 

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