Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2004 11:27:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Michael Evertte <s3xovercomes@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sex Overcomes

     Alone. It was something I truly hated being. Most of all I hated being
alone right now, naked in the corner of my room. This kind of alone was
new, brand new. This was an alone brought on by rejection. I finally found
something I hated more then being alone, and I didn't like that knowledge.
     I stood up to my full height of 5'7. I wasn't the type to cower, being
in front of something like rejection fueled me. I had always been stronger
then most of the gay people I knew if only for the fact that I never had a
coming out period. I was gay, I always had been, and everyone had always
known it. There was no hoping my friends would be able to adjust, no mental
anguish. Now that I think about it, maybe I was weaker then most gay
people. I stood up and pulled on my pants, my underwear were lost somewhere
in the mess that was Bryan's room. I didn't bother putting my shirt on
either. I had just had blown Bry, he could deal with my nipples.
      "Michael, I told you to get dressed and drive me home. I don't want
to talk to you." he said as I came in the kitchen where he was sitting, his
head buried in his hands.
     "Well, you're going to talk to me Bryan. You can't fuck me then expect
me to just drive you home." He sniffled. "Oh, don't tell me you're crying.
Un-fuckin'-believable." I walked up next to him, putting one hand on the
table in front of him, and pushing the back of the chair so we were face to
face. "I don't function well when rejected."
     He looked up at me with red eyes. "I said Take Me Home!" He screamed
the last few words, then he smacked me. I stumbled back, and the under
control, tough as nails super fag routine was out the window.  I just
started crying.
     Bryan and I had been friends for a while, he wasn't that great
looking.  About an inch shorter then me, and just not the common attractive
male look, he had a face that was almost scared with rejection. We had a
relationship that was boyfriend-boyfriend, but no one said anything about
it and it was never announced so it wasn't real. I suddenly had become his
first, the personification of his homophobic nightmares. If I left, if he
chased me away, it would be like chasing the gay away.
     I slid down the wall and covered my eyes. I was in love with him,
totally. There was the problem, he liked women. Well, he claimed to. I just
couldn't deal with this "so close but so far" relationship. I crawled to
him, still crying, and soon I found myself in his arms, crying on his
shoulder. He knew he was at least kind of gay, and now he embraced it,
grieved it. Just like he did to me.
     "You're eyes are too prismatic, you know that Michael?" He had stifled
his tears and now looked at me. "They are just too manipulative, just like
you." He got up, taking me with him, then he pushed me away. Not
physically, but I could tell the moment was over. "Now, take me home."
     "You know I love you, right?" I said after turning away from him. The
tears stopped, but lingered in my voice, and that was no accident. I was
doing exactly what he had accused me of. I was now composed enough to bring
him to his knees again. Literally.
     "Yeah, I love you too. Just--"
     "Not in the same way." We said together. I turned around fast and my
mouth was on his ear. My lips are big and soft, I get the size from my
father who was black as the night, and the softness my light skinned
mother. Somehow I had come out the perfect mix of black and white.
     "I'm not asking for anything, it will feel good. We can just `hang
out,' until you find someone else." I let my soft lips touch his ear,
making sure to let my breath flow warmly over his ear as well.
     "A girl." He said, trying to break free of my homo-erotic spell.
     "Yes, Bryan. A girl." My hand found itself on his leg. "I know you
didn't cum, and I want to fix that, Bryan." My hand rubbed on his hardening
cock. His breath came out in shuttered spasms.  "Just let me blow you."
     "We tried that, you can't make me cum." His voice was small and
unsure. My hand ran a fingernail along his cock head, which was protected
by jeans. His whole body shuttered. "You sure of that?"
     I led him into the bedroom and he fell onto the couch. I slipped down
next to him, and undid his zipper. I pulled out his hard cock and he let
out a small moan, not of pleasure but of pain. Zippers were a hazard.
     "Be careful." and that was the last thing he said before I slipped his
cock in my mouth. At first I just let my desires get the best of me, madly
sucking, not paying attention. Being purely selfish. Around then, my tongue
came into play. First it just made a circle around the head when I came up,
this served two proposes seeing as it also gave me time to get in a quick
breath. Then it ran all along the shaft. On the way back up I gave the
smallest hint of teeth, just around the base. He moaned. He was enjoying
this more then he wanted to, a lot more. His hand slowly reached up to my
back, and it was sliding up. Within a minute it was on the back of my head,
forcing me down, the pulling me back up. I then got the face fucking of my
life, and thanked god that the object of my affections couldn't have been
any bigger then seven inches.  I knew that only because he was smaller then
me, and that's how big I was.
     I moved off the couch and down between his legs and didn't have to do
a damn thing with my head, he was dealing with that for me. I just focused
on the tongue work. Short gasps escaped his lips. Soon after that,
moans. His legs reached around my back, holding me tight to him. His hips
bucked into my face in time with my head. I had involuntarily started
bucking my hips and was moments from cumin' myself.
     Now primal grunts and rushed breaths were the noises that filled the
air along with my slurping. His ass was off the couch, he held himself up
with his shoulders on the back of the couch and his feet. His grunts came
in small screams now, and I knew he would come soon. And he did.
     He fell back down onto the couch, his hands gripped tight on my hair,
pulling it. His legs wrapped around me tight, and he screamed a deep primal
grunt as he filled my mouth with cum. I sucked him for a minute longer
letting the orgasm pass, then I sat next to him and he did something I
never expected. His hand reached over for my cock and he started beating me
off. I naturally put my hand on the back of his head and pushed down...