Date: Tue, 04 Mar 2003 21:07:37 +0800
From: Psy-Kit Feline <jv_kevinlu@hotmail.com>
Subject: Joeys Boi (part 2)

  After that incident with joe, needless to say that I had completely fallen
for him. But I caught myself at some point, asking myself
if this meant I was gay. But I perservered in my asexual and victorian
gothic ideals. However, this doesn't mean that I stopped myself from seeing
Joe that sunday, after church. I opened my cupboard. My favourite articles
of clothing consisted of bohemian and ethnic-type tunics and pantaloons. I
shook my head. Couldn't wear those on a 'date'. I decided to pick out my
denim vest and the same pair of bermudas as I wore on that particular
Friday. I put them on, then decided it was perfect. Joe would surely find a
vest without a shirt very arousing. Especially if I kept the vest
unbuttoned. And I wasn't wrong.

  "Wah! So sexy!" He commented, obviously pleased at my choice of clothing.
But he didn't let me walk around with it unbuttoned. SLowly, lovingly, he
buttoned up the first few buttons (in public!!!), then left me to do the
rest.

  I followed him to a motel in Bugis. There, I was led up a flight of steps
until we reached a room. The room was very small, with just one bed, a
shelf, and a chair. He made me sit down on the bed, then he sat beside me.
We made small talk for awhile, then he asked me what the matter was. I
realized I was shivering.
"Oh...I just a little scared." I said, my face turning so red I swore it
hurt. He then said something along the lines of,
"You don't have to be afriad." Then he held me to him and kissed me with
just the right amount of force. His tongue invaded my mouth as he held my
shoulders, twisting and turning. This was my second kiss and I was still not
very good at kissing, but I tried to return the kiss anyway. Wow, I thought.
Kissing was simply gross! But I found I liked it.

  Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, lying on the bed. He slowly
unbuttoned my vest, placing it on the shelf once it was off. Then he
returned to kissing and molesting me. Ok, not really molest, but I just love
using that word! I tugged at his shirt, and he got up and pulled it off. He
then moved back and forth on the bed on top of me, so that our crotches
rubbed together erotically. He then unzipped my bermuds and tugged them off,
placing them on top of my vest. Then he took of his own pants, and we were
now both in our briefs, rubbing against each other, while he sucked my
nipples. That's my hot spot, i guess. Cause I fought back a scream of
pleasure whenever he sucked on my nipples.

  Next thing I know, I was naked, with him licking my scrotum and sucking on
them, which was a bit painful, to be honest. My balls then inflated and he
licked and sucked them even more lustfully. Then it was time he got naked
too, so he took of his briefs. I was made to suck his cock, which, after a
short while, ejaculated his semen into my mouth. I didn't notice, until ,
like previously, I opened my mouth and the whole lot came out and spilt on
the bedsheet. I tried to move my cock to his mouth, but he used his arms to
keep hy hips at bay. I asked him if he wanted a 69, but he said playfully,
"Noooooooo..."
"Whhhhyyyyyy?" I asked just as playfully, but was actually slightly hurt.
"Nooooooooo..." He said again.
"Whhhhhhhhhyyyyy?" I asked. Why didn't he want to return the favour? But in
the end I gave up and just let him jack me off. He did it too violently, and
hurt my foreskin in the process (he later apologized via e-mail). I moved
his hand away and masturbated on my own until I orgasmed. My youthful cum
flew out of my cock in small squirts.

  We rested for awhile, while Joe tried to get me to sleep. But I couldn't
sleep. He toyed with my nipple, and I did my best, unsuccessfully, to get
some shuteye. We got up before long, ready for more action. I didn't need to
cum a second time, so I concentrated on Joe's pleasure. I sucked him again,
pistoning up and down on his organ, tonguing it and loving it to no end. It
was simply great. Soon my mouth got tired, so we just made out for awhile
and he played with my buttocks by biting them and nibbled on my ear. I gave
him more oral, and before long he whispered "Ohhhhh...you're gonna make me
cum again..." I sucked harder, then he let out a long gasp, and I finally
felt his cock pumping his cum into my mouth. I swallowed readily.

  We soon got dressed up, but while waiting for the absence of voices
outside at the corridor, we engaged in some horseplay. We waited until it
was quiet outside, then silently made our way to the nearby MacDonalds.
There, we had a snack (which Joe, naturally, paid for), and we exchanged
e-mail address. After that, Joe accompanied me home, engaging in more
chitchat on the train back. He followed me to the train station where I got
off, and saw me off.

  That night, I received my first e-mail from him, saying how he enjoyed my
company and companionship. I smiled, and hoped that our relationship would
go a long way, if not last forever.

End of part 2_

To be continued (Comments can be sent to jv_kevinlu@hotmail.com)