Date: Fri, 16 May 2003 14:13:47 +0800
From: Psy-Kit Feline <jv_kevinlu@hotmail.com>
Subject: Joeys Boi (part 3)

Hi all, first, a confession. I wrote the below three stories under a dummy
account and false username/ID. 'Jimmy Fourteen Eighteen' is actually me. So
if I continue any of these stories (particularly bathtub wall), it will be
uploaded from my actual e-mail address.

Dec 14 2001 singapore jewelry boy (adult youth)
Jan 24 2002 two vampires (science fiction and fantasy)
Nov 7 2002 bathtub wall (adult youth)

Therefore, I will proceed to place a copyright on all my stories, including
the previous two Joey's Boi chapters.

Warning: This story may contain sex between teenage boys, a man and a
teenage boy
and other male teens. The author does not necessarily encourage sex between
adults and children.  If you are underage, or this is illegal where you
are, it will be best you do not carry on reading this, and back out
immediately. If this kind of story turns you off, look for something else
to do.

The author retains the copyright of this story.  Placing this story on a
commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of that
copyright.

Comments to <jv_kevinlu@hotmail.com>, (polite) critics, etc. will be
gratefully received and acknowledged where possible.  Flamers will be
ignored.

ALSO: I will no longer entertain any requests to meet me. I have Joey to
stay faithful to, and I will be very busy when school starts, so I have no
time to go out and befriend everybody. If I am free, however, I might make
an exception, but don't you dare think you'll be getting sex from me so
easily. I'm not so naive anymore.

If all that is settled, we can move on to the story.

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Joey was not the first person who had hit on me, but Joey was my first (and
only) person who I had found security in and had the guts to start a
relationship good and proper. He was the first one who engaged sex with me
too. He was the light of my life at one point. I felt that we were simply
meant to be. I never stopped thinking about him, even when he went on his
business trips. I would sit in my bedroom and meditate on the feeling of
fulfillment and contentment. I drew my satisfaction from the fact that I
finally belonged to someone. It brought me a rare feeling of warmth. The
feeling that I was being loved, and all I could do was love back with all my
heart. Sadly, this might have been an illusion that later shattered after my
mother got involved and enlightened me on true love.

After that incident in chapter 2, I met Joey a few other times, where we
just met for tea and to bask in each other's presence and even do some
naughty stuff in a nearby toilet once! I went to the motel one other time
with Joey, but it was not so memorable (except that I clearly remember him
wearing a G-string). After that, he decided to let me see his house.

I took the MRT to the other end of the island where he lived. I got off and
found him. I could feel a grin form on my face. I rushed into the public
toilet and changed into my skimpy running shorts. When I came out, he smiled
lustfully at me. He even suggested I put my old bermudas on. (I think he was
afraid other gays would want to steal me away from him) We hailed a cab to
his house. When we neared his house, he felt my thigh, massaging my leg,
moving his hand back and forth. It brought that old shivery feeling of
pleasure all over my body and a strange lurch in my heart.

While we were in the lift, we embraced momentarily and kissed. He pressed
his hand against my crotch and then we broke off. When we got into his
house, he told me, "In here, you can make as much noise as you want. You can
scream as loud as you want when I play with your nipples, and no one will
hear." The statement made me feel very excited indeed, although I never
actually screamed (in fact, I hardly raise my voice).

He decided to strip me once I lay on his floor mattress. Off went the shirt
I had, and I pulled down my pants slowly. I then lifted his legs to let him
take off my underwear. He smiled at my nakedness. He then undressed and he
offered to bathe me. I smiled and hopped into the shower with him. Before we
actually showered, he decided to fondle me some. He went behind me and
rubbed his cock against my ass crack, pushing his cock head against my hole,
but, of course, never actually going in. He left for a moment and got his
digital camera. He then took some pictures of me, my cock, and he even made
me bend over the toilet and he spread my buttocks so that he could take a
picture of my anus.

After that, we showered together. We wet ourselves and played with each
other in the shower. He even pinned me against the wall and pushed his cock
against my ass and whispered "Let me go in" just for fun. He even gave me a
rimming while I was against the wall, swirling his tongue around my flower,
sucking and pushing in a little... He used Dove soap and lathered up all
over my body using a net sponge. I felt tingly all over when he passed the
net all over my body. All this while, the shower was on, so it kept rinsing
the soap off. You can imagine that I had quite a hardon! When he reached my
cock, he decided to take me in his mouth. I think it was because of my
foreskin, but it felt really uncomfortable. He pistoned up and down along my
shaft, and it began to feel better. I held his head to encourage him. His
tongue played around my cock and sent shivers up my body. It felt quite
nice. After awhile, he let up, and it was my turn to do him. I went down on
him, and the water washed over my face. I played with his cock in my mouth,
and he slowly started thrusting into my mouth. After that, we dried off and
turned off the shower. He lay down on the bathroom floor and took in what I
was doing to him, which was I was playing and sucking his penis. After
awhile, it was my turn to lay on the floor and he 'sat' on my chest,
supporting his weight with his knees. We wanked off until he came onto my
chest. He washed me up again and dried me off one more time. After that, We
put on our underwear (he wore boxers and I, briefs) and went to rest on his
bed. He turned on the computer and played music on it. We sat and listened
to Chinese pop music, while I stared at his limp penis after I had taken it
out of his boxers.

After awhile he sat down at the side of the bed, spread legged and propped
up on his hands. I pulled down his boxers and started to suck him off
slowly. He got hard and he tilted his head back and gasped every now and
then. He then lifted me off his penis and asked me to use my hand. I did
just that, wanking him off slowly, then I took off my briefs and we
masturbated together. It took us a long time and lots of hard work to
finally cum (I've been known to control my orgasm for up to 45 minutes).
When we were done, we got up and prepared to leave, since his sister and
mother were coming home soon. I got up, dressed, and wandered into his
kitchen. There, I saw fridge magnets with Christian quotes. I began to
wonder if he, like me, was christian. (But I never got to ask him until
later, by e-mail, when he was away from Singapore for a business trip.) I
bid him farewell and got on the MRT and began my journey home, and that was
the last time I had seen him since...

Alot of things have happened since I had last seen him. He is now away at
Vietnam for a business trip, and hasn't come back in a long time. I sank
into a deep depression and state of self-condemnation. I began to question
God's motives for creating me and felt that God had made me gay on purpose
just to amuse himself. I was so angry at God I withdrew from church and
shyed away from Christian bookstores. Whenever I saw a fellow christian, I
gave them an angry look and mentally labeled them as narrow-minded and
condemning. It ended up that my mother got me to see a psychiatrist, who
started me on prozac. After that I fell ill and felt dizzy all the time. I
even accidentally opened myself to visits from demons and I was so scared
(did I mention that I am a psychic, healer and I am spiritually sensitive?),
and they tormented me.

At some point, my life picked up. That was after I confessed to my parents
that I had a relationship with a man. My mother was so sorry, she said, she
was so sorry that she didn't look after me properly, but it was not her
fault. Our family was under alot of pressure since my father had become
paralyzed and she never had time to look after my brother or myself. After
that, I don't know what happened, but God gave me a revelation, and I felt
that God didn't condemn me for being gay, but he loved me as much as anybody
else. After that my spiritual strength returned, and I was more happy than I
was before. But once my life began to pick up, my mother confronted me about
Joey. She said that he didn't truly love me, and was just using me for sex.
Even if he did care for me, it didn't go very deep. Joey had claimed via
e-mail that he just got carried away and had sex with me, but my mother
countered this by saying that he had planned it, since he had brought me to
a motel. Bringing me to a motel to have sex doesn't happen by accident. She
asked me "How do you know that he is not having other lovers, young boys
like you, behind your back? He may be sincere to you and care for you, but
how do you know that he doesn't do the same for a number of other boys like
you?" I told her about how he loved me so much he didn't want to hurt me by
having anal sex. She said that it was because I was special, that I probably
looked so delicate that he felt that I couldn't afford to be hurt
(physically, anyway). She said it happened to her once. Her friends were at
a party, and suddenly they turned off the lights and scurried to the
bedrooms. She was very confused, then the boy she was with infromed her that
the party was actually a meeting for sex. But he felt that she was special
and didn't want to hurt her, so theysat outside and talked while eating
peanuts until everyone else came back out.

Later I wrote to him and confronted him about it. His reply was that he said
he felt truly sorry for having sex with me, and couldn't forgive himself. He
said that maybe we should just become close friends instead. I was easily
convinced, and decided to forgive him. he also told me that he used to be
Christian, but was led away from Christianity by a bad experience. When I
informed my mom about it, her heart soften and she said maybe God brought us
together after all, to walk the path to healing together and become reborn
christians together. From then onwards, we prayed every night for Joey to
return to God, since I loved him too much to see him lost to the darkness.

Many christians say that I was created for a special purpose, set aside for
God's special work. I felt it before. I had dreams of the near future that
came true, and even some spiritual messages sent to me. I feel that I am,
indeed, created for a special purpose, but have yet to find out what that
purpose is. I am only 16, but I am much older than I look.

So I continue my search for an identity, a greater purpose, but now that I
have lost my security in Joey, I also search for a new love.

I will always remember Joey as my first love. He will always remain in my
heart, he has made his mark in my life. I have never felt that way about
anyone before, and even though we are only close friends now, even though he
may not have truly loved me from the start, in my heart, I will always love
him dearly.

THE END

I do not expect to write anymore stories about Joey and I until he returns
from his business trip in Vietnam, and even then we probably won't do
anything erotic together. However, in the spcial case that we do, I might
continue the story.