Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2012 19:01:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Playing with Fire Part-1

Chapter 1 High school romance, coming out. By Boris Chen

Hey, I'm Brad, or Bradley as my parents still call me. Yes, I still live
with my folks in Wilmette. They built an apartment in the basement for me,
small living room, bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, utility room, and a small
room I use as an office. I pay to live here and help out with some of the
chores. This place has a private entrance that puts me right out on the
driveway in the back yard.

I went to New Trier East in Winnetka, graduated in 1991. I ride the 'L' to
work at Northwestern University Hospital in Evanston for three nights a
week. I went to nursing school at Western Illinois University graduated in
1995 with a bachelors degree in nursing. I work weekends in the burn unit,
a six bed facility that sometimes doubles as an ICU step-down unit when we
run out of burn patients. The pay is good and I like the night shift
hours. My coworkers are cool, I never get harassed for being openly
gay. Yep, I'm out to my family. That happened in high school. I could write
a book about that weekend! I will tell you the short version right here but
there's soooo much more that went on.

I've had a few boy friends since I started at college. Macomb was not the
most gay friendly town when I was there, so I mostly stayed in the dorms
and kept to myself. Today I am not in a relationship but I'm always
looking.

I know there's a certain crowd with the medical-sex fantasy. I'm not one of
them but I've had more than a few patients dropping the hint my way after
they hear my little gay accent and assume I'm always ready for a close
encounter. Sometimes they're gross, sometimes they're not. Let me tell you
about a few of them, the reason I wrote this paper.

 More about myself:

I came out in high school. It wasn't planned. I was in my upstairs bedroom
at the time and had a friend from school over, his name was Phil. He's in
the same year at NTE as me. We were good friends. I suspected he was gay
since he was constantly trying to get me to take off my clothes when we
were alone. In gym class he always eyeballed me in the showers after
gym. We lived about two blocks from each other. Up till then I'd never done
anything sexual with a guy but thought about it and I knew I was fascinated
with guys bodies since I was a kid but I never knew what that all meant
until around 6th grade when we had biology and human development
class. They never said the G-word but I just knew I wasn't into girls
physically.

Phil spent the night several times a year at our place and me at theirs
since we became buds in freshman year. I think we were in the same cub
scout troop way back when but we never really spoke much probably because I
was pretty shy and scared of getting beat up for not being a macho boy.

It started freshman year at Phil's place one Friday night. We had a movie
to watch in his room on tape. He picked Robocop which we both saw in the
theater in Highland Park last year but this was the coolest film they had
in the video store that night. We were stocked-up on popcorn and plenty of
pop. We got a late start since we rode around Gilson Park along the lake
for a while after dinner then right back home cause it gets cold near the
lake at night. His mom poked her head into the room around 9pm to say she
was going to bed that we should keep the volume reasonable, we both said
'Good Night Mom!'

About ten minutes later Phil made a bathroom trip and came back in his
under ware, we were sitting side by side on his bed watching the old TV he
had in his room and the gigantic top loading VHS machine on the dresser
top. Phil stuck his hand down his pants and worked his dick into a boner
while I watched with one eye, the other one on the movie. I thought his
blond pubes looked weird. After several minutes of me not being offended he
actually whipped it out and stroked his boner right sitting right next to
me, our knees touching.

I started to get turned-on but I was bent over aiming down my leg so I
didn't show. His dick looked pretty much like mine, wiggly and maybe five
inches long or so. Phil turned his head to look at me, I pretended to not
notice what he was doing.

P: "Hey Fox!" He spoke at the side of my face. He loved calling me by my
last name sometimes.

I looked over in his eyes and returned the favor, "Hey Williams! What?"

P: "You gonna be a prude or join the rest of the party?"

B: "Maybe." Was all I could think to say being totally unprepared.

He wiggled down a little grabbing the remote stopping the movie. I looked
over at the door then back in his eyes, then in his lap at his hard-on
pointing in the ceiling in the firm grip of his right hand, then across his
stomach up his chest and back in his eyes.

I got out of bed walked to the door to twist the lock button. Then back
between the bed and the TV where I pulled my shirt over my head then my
jeans to the floor. Now we were both in our tighty whities.

 I climbed back onto his bed, he still had his dick in his right hand but
his eyes were already gripping my dick. I took my spot leaning against the
old sofa cushions he had on the side of his bed, which made watching TV
much more comfortable.

I reached into my pants to start massaging my dick into boner status while
he watched. Now I wasn't afraid to watch him and check out his body at the
same time.

Phil had an outy that wound around like punctuation or something. His chest
was flat as a board. He had flat nipples with little teats in the middle, a
pale red color same as his thin lips. His pale blue eyes and blond hair
made him look Nordic or Scandinavian or something.

We were German and Italian by descent but I favored my indian DNA with dark
hair and fuller features, like thicker lips and dark eyes. Dad said we got
some Iroquois DNA too which is probably why he has no chest hair and not
much facial hair either. I got the high cheek bones and larger ears
too. I'm about the opposite look from Phil but our dicks were almost
identical. I think mine was about a half inch longer.

By now we were both slowly stroking and watching each other. Phil leaned
forward to check out my body, nodding in approval. I did the same but never
made any body language signals about his.

P: "Who's gonna shoot first?"

B: "I don't care, I'm not in uh hurry."

P: "Wanna shoot on my stomach?"

B: "Make a mess on you?"

P: "Sure, ever do it on someone?"

B: "No way. I never did this in front of anyone else before either."

P: "Oh man, don't be a pussy, get up on your knees and shoot your stuff
onto my stomach then I'll do it, we'll see how much of a mess we can make,
it wipes right off."

I thought about it for a bit and decided at this point I had nothing to
lose, so I stopped stroking and rolled up onto my knees then hobbled over
right next to his hip and resumed my work.

It didn't take long, he was working his slowly the entire time. I closed my
eyes and sped up to orgasm speed aiming at the center of his chest. At one
point Phil reached over to put his fingertip inside my belly button hole,
wiggled it around then back out. While I was getting closer to shooting he
reached over and gently toyed with my nuts trying to gently tickle my
nutsack. It felt really nice.

Then it started. I felt this hot pressure in the end of my dick and my
balls pulled up tight then I felt it start. I opened my eyes and watched
the first shot hit him right in the middle of his chest and dribble down
his stomach, then the next one landed on his stomach, while the remainder
dripped off the head of my dick in a few waves and it was done. My boner
was going away before I stopped stroking and milking my cum onto his
stomach.

Phil was smiling broadly and sped up his stroke. You could tell he was
turned on big time. His nipples looked darker now and his ears were bright
red. I settled back down onto my ankles. He was staring at his dick and
making this pressured grin, then pushed his head back into the wall and
shot cum out onto his chest while the rest dripped out of his dick onto his
pubes and lower stomach mixing with mine.

He looked up with a huge smile while he dropped his limping dick and looked
very relaxed and happy. We stared at each others bodies for a few seconds.

P: "Close your eyes and give me your hand."  He pulled my hand over to his
chest and smeared my palm in the cum streaks and moved it across his chest
over his nipples left to right and back a few times then let my wrist go. I
took my hand and wiped the cum off onto his thigh, he almost looked pissed.

Without speaking he climbed off the bed, out the door. I could hear the
shower water running. Five minutes later he came back with a towel around
his waist which he dropped to the floor after locking the door. He hit the
power button on the TV and VCR. He shut off the lights and climbed back
into bed.

Phil pulled me down to lay beside him, we spooned like that until we fell
asleep, his dick pressed into my butt cheeks the rest of the night.

The next morning his mom woke us up with several knocks on the door.

Three weeks later he spent the night at my house. I had an attic bedroom on
the 3rd floor of my folks place.  My windows looked out onto the front yard
and back yard. You could hear the L trains wheels squeal if the windows
were open. It was a long and skinny room. We had pizza but no movie that
night then up to my room to read my copies of Playboy and Mad magazine. We
both had hard-ons and laid around in our gym shorts.

Around 10pm Phil reached up the leg of my shorts to pinch the head of my
dick, he felt the wet spot and winked at me. He said, "Just checking." So I
waited a few minutes then grabbed the waist band of his gym shorts and
pulled them down hard towards his knees, his boner raised up pointing right
at me. He was hard and wet just like me. I gave him a few tugs sliding my
fingers on the bottom side of his dick, which to a guy feels really nice
and also put him in the mood.

Not too long after that Phil climbed out of bed dropping his shorts, now
totally nude and climbed back on the bed to lay on his stomach between my
legs, He pulled my waist band down and took my dick into his mouth and
started giving me a blow job.

Just then my mom came in the room and saw what was going on, she was
horrified and ran back down the stairs to the 2nd floor bedrooms. Phil
looked at me with the expression of fear on his face.

P: "What should we do?"

B: "Just be cool, but go back to the other end of the bed for now, put your
shorts on."

About ten minutes later both my parents came upstairs and into my room like
a pair of christian missionaries. At least there was no bible in their
hands.

I've always wondered how my mom managed to get pregnant with me in the
first place because she always acted like anything to do with sex was
offensive to her, so the topic was verboten in our house.

M: "Bradley, do you have something you want to say to us?" Is what she said
looking all serious.

I sat there for a few seconds ignoring Phil and his red ears and pale
face. I thought about it and considered that there really wasn't anything
they could do to me because I was a minor and otherwise never got in
trouble or used drugs or skipped school and my grades were basically all
A's. So I swallowed deeply and said, "I'm gay."

You could have heard the termites in the walls the place was so quiet for a
few seconds.

Then they just left my room and that was it. Phil looked at me with a huge
grin after they left the room without speaking. He offered his hand to
exchange some skin silently. Then he pointed at himself and nodded yes. I
knew immediately what he meant.

He stayed the rest of the night and after about a two hour discussion he
resumed his position and sucked me off but I came onto my stomach. Then he
jerked off on me like I did on him the last time we were together. It was
about 2am before we got to sleep. The house was super quiet.

The next morning mom came blasting in my room to wake us up without
knocking. By then we were both in our undies with heads at opposite ends of
my bed. Phil could have slept on the sofa in my room but didn't. We were in
a totally non-sexual position when she came barging in my room without
knocking. She looked a little upset.

Phil went home on his bike without eating. We ate in our kitchen without
speaking. I hated the silent treatment from my parents. I think I stumped
them not knowing what to do or say, which was acceptable to me, better
silence than 'get the fuck out of our house you gay pervert.'

They never really said anything about my pronouncement that weekend or
anything for months to come. I later found out they both went to see a head
shrinker who I think directed their lack of a response.

Phil and I continued to do each other for the rest of high school then when
I headed off to Macomb we fell out of contact. I haven't seen him since. I
know his family moved after we graduated but he never stayed in touch after
I went to college.

Mom and dad seem to have accepted that grand kids are not in their future
from me and make the best of it. I think their desire to do what's right
for me but not wanting to know any of the sordid details is why they built
the basement apartment for me, so I could come and go without them knowing
my every move or even see who I was bringing over. Plus I cut their grass
and ran the snow blower all year for them in addition to paying $30 a week
rent to cover utilities. I seldom ate their food since my place had it's
own little kitchen. The only thing my basement apartment lacked was a
dishwasher so I used lots of microwaveable foods and paper plates.

There's a lot more to the story of my coming out but I'll save that for
another time. Now, years later Mom and I have never discussed my sexuality
but she is interested if I'm in a relationship or not.

Story continues...

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