Date: Tue, 11 May 2004 08:06:16 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Are you Gay, part 7

Are you Gay, Part 7

By David Lundquist, davidi50@hotmail.com


Again, thank you all for nice and encouraging comments. I'm afraid this
instalment will be the latest for some time. At the end of this week I'm
putting on uniform and leaving for some weeks to one of the countries that's
often in the news these days.

Hopefully God will keep an eye on me and make sure that I will come back in
one piece with lots of ideas for more parts or new stories for you all.

CU!


And on with part 7:

I woke up next morning with Peter's head beside me on the pillow. He was on
his side, cuddling me closely. His body was dry and warm, his breathing deep
and slow. His skin felt like silk to touch.

What woke me up was somebody coming up the stairs. Whoever it was opened the
door to Peter's room, then closed it. Next came knocking on my door, and
Peter's father asking me through the door if he could come in.

"Eh..... can you ..... I'm....." I hesitated, but then I caved in, "oh shit,
you can as well come in."

The door opened and Peter's father's head appeared in the opening. His eyes
widened a bit when he saw Peter's unruly hair on the pillow.

"Oh. Yes. I see." I was wondering what he saw, but Peter woke up opening his
saucer like eyes before I cold ponder more about that. He gave me a sloppy
wet kiss on the cheek, before eyeing his father.

"Hi dad." He said a bit meek.

"Maybe you better go into your own room before mom comes up." His father
ventured.

"Right. Sure." He gave me a warm and soft morning hug, before throwing the
comforter back and stepping out on the floor, naked as the day he was born.
That his father saw him stepping out of my bed naked seemed not to affect
him at all. It did affect me though, and I looked everywhere else than at
his father. It did not help much that Peter had a morning woody that wobbled
around as he went over the door and disappeared over to his own room.

"He's not very shy, that boy." His dad smiled an embarrassed smile to me.

"No." was my contribution to the day's conversation.

His father came over to the bad and sat down on the edge. "But I can see
that he's very beautiful. It cannot be difficult to get enchanted by him."

"No. It's not difficult." I answered him. "John, I ....... I'm ........
Shit, I don't know what to say." I gave up.

"You don't have to say anything David." He sighed. I knew he was here
tonight. It's all right."

"But how can you allow...... I mean ......" I did not manage to say more.

"It's more complicated that you know." Hi sighed again. "He's in love with
you, that's easy to see. And I know what can happen if you try to force him
away from you. Maybe I will tell you more about it one day."

He looked at me with very sad eyes. A small tear suddenly rolled down his
cheek. He sighed deep again.

"But please, try to keep him out of your bed here as long as his mom is
home. I'm not sure if she will be as understanding as I am."

"I promise." I solemnly told him.

"Good! Enough of this!" He dried away the runaway tear and it's brother on
the other cheek. "Get dressed and join us at the breakfast table!" He rose
and walked out of my room.

I dressed fast after a quick wash in my face. Peter was already at the
table, radiating joy and happiness. His mother was cocking bacon on the
stove, but stole glances at him now and then.

"What's it with you this morning?" She asked him. "Yesterday you were the
lowest of the lowest, now you're bursting with happiness! Have you slept
well?"

"Absolutely, could not have been better!" He grinned to me.

Then Peter's father came into the kitchen, his voice booming a happy Good
Morning to everybody. He too had a wide smile on his face, although not as
sincere as Peter's.

"You too!" Peter's mother commented. "Boys!" she went on murmuring for her
self.

We raced through the breakfast, and soon I was outside my car with Peter's
arms around me and his soft face pressed against mine.

I hate long goodbyes, and broke loose from Peter's embrace to say goodbye to
his father. He surprised me with a warm hug instead of his usual manly
handshake.

"Take care David!" he said to me. "We all have too much in stake in you for
anything to happen to you! Drive careful!"

I managed to pry loose at last, promising to be back as soon as my office
would allow me. Soon I was on the highway on my way to the city.


The day went fast. I arrived at my office in time to get the papers on my
new case before hurrying to court for the court hearing of my client. The
rest of the day was spent working, and I was not home before 7 PM in the
evening. I made myself a quick dinner, before I sat down before the computer
with a big cup of coffee.

My mailbox was full of the usual. Some spam and lots of worm-infected mails.
A couple of mails from friends were quickly dealt with. Soon I was left with
only one mail, from a Hotmail address I had not seen before. I opened the
mail. Much to my delight I saw that it was from Peter, having taken the
alias Lovebug. His literary style was not much different from what you could
expect at that age, but it did have a very fresh and young air about it. But
the bonus was the attachment. I opened it and was rewarded with a picture of
Peter dressed only in his speedos with an explicit mound in his crotch. He
had a very provoking pose in the picture, and beside making me hard, I was
wondering who had been taking the photo. Hmmmmm, Ole?

Peter ended the mail with asking me if we could chat later that afternoon. I
of course wrote back yes. It was only 30 minutes left before the hour given
by Peter for the chat. I hurried through some of my favorite newsgroups to
see if there were something interesting to watch, but my thoughts kept
creeping back to the image of Peter, and my dick stiffening to such a degree
that I had to open my trousers to set it free.

Very soon the time for our chat were there. I opened ICQ as suggested by
Peter, wrote his number, and soon got his request for a chat.

The chat window opened, and Peter already had written "Hi, you horny devil!"
in the lower window.

I answered hi.

"Are you hard?" he did not waste any time with small talk!

"Nope." I lied.

"Then I will get you hard. Look at the files I send you."

Soon after I was asked to accept two files. I clicked yes, and the files
were transferred to my in box.

"Open the files!" he wrote.

The first was one more of him, this time from behind with his speedos half
way down on his bum. The next was of him again, now from the front and with
his speedos halfway down in his legs. His dick stood hard and proud up from
his groin.

"Are you hard now?" he wrote again.

"Yes, very!" I wrote back.

"Me to."

I took hold of my hard dick and started caressing it.

"Do you do anything with it?" He asked.

"Like what?" I teased him.

"Like playing with yourself, dummy!"

"Maybe." I answered.

"Do you have a web cam?" He asked me.

"Sure, do you?"

"Yepp! Let's chat with the cams on!"

I turned on my web cam software and positioned my camera so I was well in
the picture, from face down to my stomach. After some dithering Peter showed
up in a new window. He was wearing his white shorts, but nothing else. I
could clearly see the tent in his shorts.

"Can I see the rest of you?" He asked.

I hesitated. One thing was to lie in bed with him sucking his dick in the
dark, quite another was to broadcast my hard dick on the Internet.

"Come on!" he wrote. "Look what I do!"

He smiled to the camera and opened his shorts in front. While I watched he
lifted his bum and showed the shorts down on his legs. His small white
briefs were tented up in front. He caressed his cotton-covered dick a few
seconds, before taking hold of the hem of the briefs, and showing them down
on his legs too. He sat on his chair naked now, with a hard stiff dick
pointing up towards his stomach.

"Come on! I want to see your dick" he wrote and started to caress his dick
before my eyes.

Ok then. I was dry in my mouth now. I adjusted the camera so my crotch was
clearly in the picture, and pushed my trousers down. My pride and joy stood
stiff up in the air.

"Nice!" he wrote. "Shall we jack off together?"

"Yes!" I managed to write in between servicing my raging dick.

He took hold of his dick and started slowly to pull his foreskin up and
down.

"Have you done this before?" I pressed down on the keyboard.

"Yes, lots of times. I jack of with two other friends on the net. It's
cool!"

We sat in silence for a while, each massaging his own hard dick.

"Hey, you remember I told you that I could make you see Ole naked?" He
pushed forward his groin, the window showing a close up of his dick with a
shiny red head.

"Yepp, I do. Can you?" I answered.

"Yes, hold on." I saw him lean closer to the keyboard, typing furiously.
Seconds later my computer asked me to accept a file from Peter.

I accepted and waited while the file transferred. It was s big file and it
took a few minutes to download. I alternated between looking at Peter
masturbating, and the window showing the progress of the download. At last
it was down on my computer. I opened the file in my Windows Media Player.
The video started with an empty room. I did not recognize the room, but it
looked like a boy's room, posters on the wall and a computer on top of a
table cluttered with typical boy junk. Ole came into the picture. He was
dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and flashed a sloppy grin at the
camera. He did indeed look a bit tipsy.

I looked over at the window with Peter. He was staring at the screen of his
computer, as far as I could see he was looking at the same video as I. He
had shed his trousers completely, and sat naked on his chair, jacking
furiously along.

In the other picture Ole did a little dance for the camera, before slowly
taking off his t-shirt. Next he undid his trousers in front, and pulled down
the zipper. Slowly wriggling his bum, he peeled down his shorts and stepped
out of them. His tiny briefs were tented out in front. He turned his back to
the camera and slowly pulled down his underwear, his butt crack slowly
coming into view. He pulled the briefs down in his legs before stepping out
of them. Then he slowly turned around to face the camera.

His hard dick stood almost vertically up from a hairless groin. And sure, he
was cut! Before my hungry eyes he slowly took hold of his dick and started
to pump it up and down.

I looked over to Peter. He was working hard on his dick, ogling at his
computer. He looked over at the camera. When he saw that I was looking at
him he grinned. "Like it?" he wrote.

"Yes!" I answered, showing him my hard dick to prove it.

"It's getting better, just wait!" he wrote back.

I concentrated on the other window. Ole now sat down on a bed. It was
clearly that someone was adjusting the camera so that it showed the bed
clearly, the picture moving up and down before steadying in on the bed. Then
the picture blurred, before I saw another boy sitting down on the bed beside
Ole. It was Peter. He naked and horny, his dick standing straight up from
his groin. Oh God, this was almost too much!

Before my widening eyes Peter spurted some creamlike thing in his hand from
a dispenser.  He then spread the cream on Ole's dick, and started to caress
it. Ole looked like he was in the seventh heaven, closing his eyes and
leaning back on his elbow.

I looked over at Peter's window. His hand had slowed down on his dick, and
while I looked at it, he suddenly shuddered and a thin strand of cum flew
out of his dick. He looked sheepishly over at the camera, slowly caressing
his wet dick.

I looked back at the video window. There Peter let go of Ole's dick. He then
bent down over Ole, and let Ole's dick glide into his mouth. He had just
sucked a few seconds on the smaller dick, when Ole convulsed and whimpered
loud. Peter sucked harder, but then Ole showed his face away from a very wet
dick. Boy! Another cum on screen!

I had not forgotten my own hard on. The actions on the screen had fired me
up totally, and a few more strokes made me go over the edge. "Look now!" I
managed to write with one hand while pulling fast with the other. I saw
Peter staring over at the screen, before the cum hit me hard.

BAM!! Thick ropes of cum flew out of me while a delicious orgasm raced
through my body.

"Wow! That was something!" I wrote as soon as my trembling hands would allow
it.

The video of Ole and Peter came to an abrupt end.

"Did you like the video?" Peter wrote.

"Very much! I'm going to watch it over and over again tonight!" I wrote
back.

"It's more if you want to see it."

"Sure, I would love to."

"Ok, I will send it to you the next time we chat."

I was still hard, caressing my dick. Peter was getting soft, but his dick
was just as cute.

"I miss you." he wrote. "It's going to be lonely tonight."

"I miss you too." I wrote back. Next time we will go to be together, right?"

"Right!"

He smiled to me, then wrote:

"Ok, I have to quit now. I'm due at Ole's. We are going to look at his
stamps!" He grinned, pulling his dick.

"Great. Lick them from me!" I wrote.

"Bye for now. CU!"

"Bye!"

I closed down ICQ, my body filled with a tired and warm feeling.


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