Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2001 05:35:00 +0000
From: Chad P. <chadp1981@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay/Beginnings/In Too Deep - 2

DISCLAIMER:  If sexual acts between consenting adult males are not legal or
interesting for you to read, then please move on, this story is not for you
-- and shame on you for getting this far.  Otherwise, please read on as the
story continues:


IN TOO DEEP -- Chapter 2

I was tired when I got home.  I pressed the button for the garage door to
open and drove the van inside.  When the door had closed again I got out of
the van and headed into the house.  I was in no mood to face any of my
neighbors.  Undoubtedly, some of them may have noticed the house in darkness
overnight and would take interest in my late arrival.  Most of the people on
the street were my parent's age and I was certain a detailed report would be
prepared.  I don't know why I bothered to care.

With the house to myself I decided to take advantage and start making myself
feel better about the night before. I began taking my clothes off and headed
towards the shower.  I figured putting my head underneath some steaming
water would help to lift the grogginess that had enveloped my brain,
courtesy of too many bottles of beer and a long drive home.

I turned the water on hot and stopped to look in the mirror before I stepped
inside the stall.   The green-eyed face staring back at me seemed friendly
enough, though I doubted it would ever grace the cover of a fashion
magazine.  My reddish-brown hair was matted and in disarray from the night
before.  I made a mental note to get a haircut soon or consider wearing ball
caps more often.  Usually, I wore it short but I had been letting it grow
out for the past few months hoping to add some age to an otherwise
"baby-face".  It wasn't working too well.

A quick check revealed that I did not in fact need a shave just yet.  No big
surprise, I could easily delay that chore for a couple of weeks and even
then it might not be necessary.  Well, at least my acne seemed to have
cleared up completely, I was not sad to have that burden gone.  No more
pizza face, just a few freckles here and there but they added to my boyish
good looks - at least that's what my mother claimed.  Me on the other hand,
I tended to think I looked a little too pale, too plain, too... well,
ordinary.

Over the summer I started to notice that the hair on my chest and stomach
had begun to grow in.  Not a whole lot, just a bit around my breast area and
a thin line leading down from my navel to my pubic hair.  It was fairly
light in color but I kind of liked having there.  My chest always looked
like I needed a few more years in a weight room and my stomach was so thin
no matter how much I ate.  I started to check out the lower portion of my
body, but I noticed the mirror was fogging over.  Instead I stepped into the
shower and felt the full force of the hot water cascade down over my head
and melt away my cares.

I washed my hair first and then grabbed a bar of soap and started to lather
my self up.  I directed the showerhead towards the wall.  I wanted to be
covered in soap before I rinsed it away.  When I got to my penis the warmth
of my hand and the slick feeling of the soap started to get me hard.  Why
not take advantage?

I grabbed hold and gave it a gentle squeeze and felt its width increase.  At
six and half inches I knew I didn't have an overly long cock, but it was
quite thick and had large veins that protruded all along its length.  The
head was rounded, full and very prominent since I was circumcised.  In the
heat of the shower my balls hung down heavy and low.  It had been about a
week so I knew they would also be very full.

I started stroking it slowly at first.  Long full thrusts with my thumb and
forefinger pressing hard against my shaft.  Gradually, I increased the pace
as I lowered myself to the floor, until I was kneeling with my heels on my
ass.   My scrotum lunged up and down with every stroke and I used the backs
of my feet to spread my cheeks apart even further.  I pulled my sac down
with my opposite hand and slid my finger underneath until it rested on the
skin before my anus.

I continued jerking my cock and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of my
balls slapping between my two hands.  The finger of my other hand gently
circled the smooth ring of my ass and I edged it slowly towards the tight
center.  I made my circles smaller and smaller as I pumped my cock, until my
finger was positioned perfectly.

I clenched the muscles in my groin and felt my cock thicken even more.  At
the same time I pushed out against my finger.  It slid inside easily.  I
continued advancing it further inside and quickly put it to work. As I felt
my cock begin to tingle with that familiar feeling of tension and pleasure,
I moved my finger around until I found the right spot, just up and back as
if I was stroking the base of my penis from the inside.

My climax was almost immediate then.  I watched as the first burst of cum
shot up almost to my neck and the next two landed in my sparse chest hair.
I lost the next one onto the glass shower door as I pushed my cock down and
away from my body to heighten and prolong the pleasure.  Wave after wave
past through my body and my anus pulsated around my finger with each burst
as it slowly eased out.  Two final globs of cum landed on my stomach.  The
continued motion of my hand jerking my cock soon had them dribbling down
into my navel.

I maintained a steady rhythm on my penis and my erection stayed strong and
full.  I closed my eyes again and separated my ass cheeks even further with
my heels.  With two fingers this time I pushed my way inside myself.  I
could feel the tight pink skin of my anus stretching to accommodate the
intrusion as my cock leaked its clear fluid down my shaft.  I was so close
again, too soon this time.
I release my penis and concentrated on my fingers instead.  I brought them
both around in a coordinated attack on my insides.  It seemed practically
electric as I alternated stroking it with one finger then the other and
finally both.  This time when I came, the creamy whiteness just oozed out of
the head of my cock all on its own.  I brought my free hand up underneath
and collected every drop in the cup of my palm.  It didn't remain there long
as I raised my hand to my open mouth and tasted the tart warmth of my
purchase, its texture thick and full.  The remainder in my hand was wiped
into the other drops on my chest and abdomen.  The sticky silken feeling on
my body made me tremble each time my hands passed over.

The temperature of the water started to change and I realized I only had a
minute or two left to clean up, unless I was prepared to shiver.  Maybe I
should have had a cold shower but I was ten minutes too late for it to have
been useful.  I removed my fingers from inside my ass and stood up.  I was
still a little weak in the knees and now felt that familiar feeling in my
butt.  That stinging combination of emptiness and return to previous form.

I cleaned up quickly and shut the faucet off as the last of the hot water
dissipated.   I grabbed a towel and headed towards my room to dry off.
Picking up my clothes along the way, I could smell the gentle aroma of
Aeryk's bed on my clothes.  It was a clean fragrance, subtle and yet
inviting.  Why had I left?  There was no doubt my recent self indulgence in
the shower had been a reflection of the possibilities from the night before.
  I had awakened with the answer to my question at hand, literally, yet I
had not embraced the solution.  Instead, I had run away in shame and fear.
I was so used to withholding my true feelings I would not even permit the
possibility of their being returned.  Constantly I denied myself, and this
morning I even denied the possibility.

Something crackled as I put the clothes into the hamper.  I reached into the
pants pocket and pulled out the pages from the phone book.  It was a long
shot but I decided I owed it to myself to find out.  I turned on my computer
and prepared to look up addresses on the Internet in hopes I could reduce
the list somewhat by virtue of geography.

While I waited for my system to boot up I grabbed a thin pair of black
underwear out of my drawer and sat down on my bed.  My cock was still red
and semi-hard from the work out I had given it.  I would be leaking pre cum
all day long now.  I returned the briefs I had originally selected and opted
for a white pair of cotton boxer briefs instead.  I slid them on over my
slender, hairless legs and pulled them up to the top.  I checked myself out
in the mirror.  Still a good-sized bulge at the front and the briefs made
the best of my skinny butt.

I reached back into the drawer and pulled out a T-shirt.  True, it was navy
instead of black but it was oversized just the same.   Would I greet a
stranger dressed like this?  Only if I wanted to attract his attention, and
even then I doubted that I would have the confidence.  Maybe he always wears
clothes like that around the house and I was just being prudish or
presumptuous?  True, he had nothing on underneath in the morning but that
didn't mean it was always that way.  I stood up and pulled off my briefs.
No matter which way I turned, I could tell my cock was unrestrained.  He had
to have had something on beneath that shirt, either that or he had the
smallest penis on record.  This kind of logic was getting me nowhere.

I turned to the computer and noticed the light flashing on my phone.  I
dialed into my voicemail to check the messages.  Two calls.  I started to
listen to the messages and simultaneously checked the call-display on the
phone.  The first call was my parents calling from Fort Lauderdale shortly
after midnight, just to let me know they arrived safely.  I hadn't really
even considered any other possibility.  Their message was relatively brief
since they figured I was sleeping when they left it.

The second message was a hang-up and the display indicated long-distance but
there was no number to go with it.  The call came while I was in the shower.
  For a second I let my imagination get the better of me and considered that
Aeryk had somehow tracked me down.  I couldn't even find his apartment ten
minutes after leaving it, but I clung briefly to the notion that somehow he
had succeeded.  It was totally unrealistic.  He only had my name and age, no
town, no phone number - nothing specific.  Maybe I left my wallet behind?
That would be too much of a coincidence, a long shot. Probability aside, I
quickly retrieved the pants I had worn the night before.  I couldn't believe
my eyes.  It was there.  My wallet with all its contents intact was still
safe and secure in my pants pocket.  So much for my having any luck.

I returned my attention to the computer and signed into the Internet.  My
parent's phone rang but I didn't bother to answer it.  All of my friends had
my number anyway.  Seven rings, eight rings and finally whoever it was gave
up.  I kept trying to convince my parents they should get voicemail too so
that people could leave a message but they were hopelessly old-fashioned.

On the topic of hopeless, there were forty-three "A. Martin" listings that
appeared to reside west of Yonge.  On the map it was difficult to say for
certain where I had been although I was pretty much convinced I was within a
ten-block radius.  Through nearly three hours of work cross-referencing
addresses to points on the map, I narrowed it down to six listings.  I
circled the numbers on the page and decided to get something to eat first
then make the phone calls after.

I finished getting dressed and left in the van.  Our town was large enough
to have a few national brand fast food places but I drove past these and
arrived at the sub shop.  I went inside and ordered a steak sub with
everything, which usually came with six hours of indigestion.  The food at
this place was ridiculously cheap and the portions were huge.  If I was ever
going to grow into my frame I figured I would have to eat there daily.  My
sub arrived and my mouth watered in anticipation. I would never actually eat
that meal.

Driving home I passed by my old highschool and the car dealership where I
was working part time.  In September, I was going away to university but in
the meantime I was earning a little cash, detailing cars.  It was tedious
work, but I had a knack for it, polishing up the new cars and restoring the
trade-ins to a saleable condition.   The owner let me use the shop for
private customers too, which helped out with some cash under the table.  I
considered going in to pick up my paycheck but my stomach did its old
familiar groan so I continued on.

I turned the corner into my subdivision and followed the twist and turns
until my house was just ahead.  As I rounded the bend, my heart sank --
trouble.  There was a police car in my driveway another on the street and my
neighbor Mr. Jablonski was outside pointing this way and that, looking
somewhat proud of himself, while two cops listened on.

He had to be seventy years old but he had spent his entire life working in a
steel mill and had big bear-claws for hands and enough muscle in his arms to
complete the analogy.  He pointed towards the van as I parked across the
street.  The younger cop stayed near his cruiser in my driveway while the
older one walked down the driveway to meet me.

"You're Jamie Edwards aren't you, Duncan Edwards' kid?" he asked, and
without waiting for a reply he continued.  "Your neighbor here spotted some
guy prowling around your house and what with your folks being out of town he
figured the worst and tackled him."  I kept walking up the driveway nodding
as the officer continued his story.  "Yeah, the guy put up a hell of a fight
but I don't think he counted on Stan here being as tough as he was",
gesturing towards my neighbor, who's chest had puffed out even further than
before.

I went over to Mr. Jablonski and shook his hand.  I had known him my entire
life and he was more like a relative to me than a neighbor, so his actions
didn't surprise me.  Truth be known, I'd never seen him back away from a
fight, or an opportunity to start one, but his heart was always in the right
place.  Good thing too, one year while our family was in Florida we got
broken into and they took everything, trashing the place in the process.  I
didn't need those kind of hassles my first day into this vacation.

"Good thing I was here Jamie, this guy even said he knows you, tried to say
he was your friend, but I told him I've lived here all your life and I never
seen him before".  I followed Stan Jablonski's finger as it pointed past my
face and into the back seat of the cruiser, directly into Aeryk Martin's
face.

"Aeryk?" I asked.  Although I had barely spoken above a whisper it was loud
enough for the younger cop to hear me.  It was one of those context
situations.  The guy that I had spent the better part of four hours looking
for was suddenly in handcuffs in my driveway.  I had no idea how he had
gotten there which I was sure the slackness in my jaw would attest to.

"Wait a minute, do you recognize this guy?" said the young cop, his thumb
hooked backwards over his shoulder.  Aeryk sat sideways in the back seat,
his arms snug behind his back.  He was wearing light blue jeans with white
sneakers that were resting up on the seat as well.  His shirt was torn at
the collar and a black Toronto Maple Leafs hat was resting in his lap.  He
had a dark band of redness around his neck and the side of his face was
dirty.  His light brown hair seemed a little grass stained and disheveled.
What struck me most was the paleness of his blue eyes as he sat there while
I took inventory of his appearance.   That, and the tiniest little smirk of
defiance as he waited for me to reply.

"Yes I do... just what exactly was he doing", I asked suspiciously.

The young cop answered, "Well, when I got here Stan was on the guy's back
with his arms wrenched up, one knee on his head the other in his back.  He
told me your friend was peeking into the garage window and there was a taxi
waiting on the street.  The cab bugged out when all the commotion started
but we got the company name and taxi number so we shouldn't have too much
trouble finding the driver.  Thing is, this guy says he was just checking to
see if you were home Jamie."

"So you were expecting him then?" the older cop intervened.

"I was just out getting a sub", I offered as if that explained everything.

"So then there's no problem here?" the old cop added.  I found myself
nodding and grateful that he had found a solution to the situation.  "Ok,
well no harm done then right kid?"  I shook my head briefly before I
realized he was talking to Aeryk and not me that time.

"None", answered Aeryk as the younger cop removed the handcuffs and handed
him back his ball cap.  I could see the reddish indentations in Aeryk's
wrists that closely matched the color of Mr. Jablonski's face as he offered
his apologies to me and then to Aeryk.  "Not a problem, it's my own fault
really, we just met last night and I wasn't even sure I had the right
house."

Now it felt as though all eyes were on me, awaiting some sort of
explanation.  The young cop broke the silence and passed Aeryk a knapsack,
which until that moment had been partially opened on the cruiser's trunk
lid.  "Great, well here's your stuff then, no sense us hanging around here"
and gave Aeryk's upper arm a squeeze.

The older cop walked away with my now deflated looking neighbour and I
turned and walked towards the house.  Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder
as Aeryk stepped beside me and kept pace as we climbed the stairs on my
front porch.  His arm was slung across my back and although I was
self-conscious of it and a little uncomfortable I told myself it probably
looked normal.  I could feel his warmth through his shirt and realized that
he had been sweating and that his heart was racing.  Aeryk waved to the
police cars and smiled as I unlocked the door.  We both stepped inside.  As
I turned around to face him directly, Aeryk pushed the door closed behind
him.

"If I'm wrong, I'll be seeing those guys again real soon so I hope I made a
good enough impression".  It was all Aeryk said before he reached both his
hands towards my head and pulled my face towards his.  He kissed me then,
full on without any hesitation.  I could feel his lips pressed up tightly
against mine and smell the soft clean aroma of his scent as he loosened his
grip on my face.  I wanted to react, wanted to do something, but I was
utterly frozen.  Though I was free to pull away I remained there a few
seconds longer and tasted his lips as they released their lock on mine and
retreated.

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I value your comments and questions.  Feel free to drop me a line if you
enjoyed the story so far.  I make it a point to reply to everyone who takes
the time to write me.  Chapter Three has been written and will be released
as soon as the fourth installment is ready to go.

Chad Prescott.