Date: Mon, 19 Jul 2004 22:33:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: ladQVX
Subject: my boy matt installment 4 (beginnings)

All the usual disclaimers apply. AGain, this body of
work contains graphic depictions of consentual men
engaging in various sex acts. This story is a work of
partial fiction. Although these events may be
completely accurate, the names of the people involved
have been changed to protect their identities. If it
is illegal to read such materials where you live or if
you are under the legal age to view this type of
material, you should stop reading now.

After just a few short months in my first apartment,
it began to get quite a reputation. Since I no longer
had parents to answer to, I was able to act on some of
the fantasies that I had formed while living at home.
I was in awe at how many different guys who came to
visit me at my apartment, who later became fuck
buddies. Some of these guys I had grown up with and
thought there was no conceivable way I would ever be
able to hook up with them.

Matt introduced me to almost all of his friends. I
think sometimes when two guys hook up, often times
they talk about other guys they had messed around
with. I think the intent was to get some of these
things off our chests, but for me, this was a great
opportunity to get to know better those who could
possibly be potential love interests. Thus, a great
network of gay/bi or curious guys were formed.

I think one of the most interesting things about this
was the fact that almost all of these guys were
allegedly 100% straight. What I learned through this
experience is that among the young in our town, there
seemed to be a large number of them who would do
almost anything to get off. As a result, these guys
were able to put aside their declarations of
heterosexuality and come to me to get their nut. As a
result of this arrangement, the guys who claimed to be
totally straight, were often the best in bed. They had
nothing to lose. This allowed most of them the
opportunity to do the things with me that they had
only ever thought about. This next encounter was one
of those examples.

A group of guys came over one night with a semi-new
face among them. When I say semi-new, I mean he had
never been to my apartment before. In fact, I hadn't
seen him since we all hung around the local pool
almost five years before. John was Vietnamese-American
and very cute. He had the usual asian build, but
shared some rather nice American characteristics.
Altough he appeared asian, his features were softer as
a result of his American father.

John was brought to my apartment because he had
recently been involved in a domestic issue at home.
His dad was away of business a lot of the time, so he
and his siblings were left to be cared for by their
mother. Earlier that day, John and his mother were
involved in a disagreement that eventually led to her
hitting him repeatedly. He had the injuries to prove
it.

The group of us sat around and talked about what had
happened to him. We collectively decided that I would
provide him with temporary housing until his father
returned from his business trip. This meant John would
be staying with me for about three days. As we talked
about it, John became very emotional. He certainly
appeared to be someone desparate to make change. He
was tired of getting hit.

Eventually, all of the others had left and only John
and I remained. We talked more about his plight and I
offered him a good shoulder to cry on. I vowed to him
that I would do everything in my power to see to it
that her abuses were going to end. I wasn't sure how
that was going to happen, but I wanted him to know
that there was someone out there that gave a shit
about him.

Although my offer to protect him was sincere, a part
of me hoped this bonding experience between us would
lead to other things. It was getting late and I was
pretty tired, so I told him that I was going to go to
bed. In order to put him at ease about his new
environment, I told him that he could sleep anywhere
he wanted. I offered to get him a pillow and a blanket
so he could sleep on the couch or he could come in and
sleep in my bed with me. I added that my bed was large
and that he would be comfortable should he choose to
sleep there.

Without hesitation, he chose to sleep in my bed. At
that point, I started to believe that perhaps he may
be more receptive to the idea of hooking up with me.
As we sat in the dark, I weaved my usual magic and
suggested to him that I liked to mess around with
guys. After a few moments of small talk, I revealed to
him that I had feelings for him and that I wouldn't
mind it if we had a little fun.

I told him that I wanted to suck his dick. He seemed a
little awkward about the invitation. I told him that
at any time, he could ask me to stop without a single
question asked. He told me that I could suck his dick
if I wanted to, but he assured me that it was unlikely
he would get hard. I told him I was willing to take
the chance, so I proceded. I unbuttoned his pants then
slid down his zipper.

Once I had revealed his cock, I began to go down on
him. and much to his manufactured surprise, he got
totally hard almost instantly. After I began to suck
him, I often stopped to ask him if he was ok with it.
Each time, he said he was ok. So, I decided to ask him
if he would be interested in doing more. I did so by
asking him if there were any sex acts that he wanted
to do with me. Without delay, he suggested we 69.

I was shocked. I thought this was going to be a case
of me giving him head and that would be all. So, we
completely undressed and positioned ourselves on our
sides, postured to engage in mutual oral sex. I still
remember how it felt to have his young, tight body
pressed against my own. He was perfect! There wasn't a
single ounce of fat on him. He had the usual physique
of an active young guy. He had the sixpack, dark skin,
a body that was relatively without hair, and a cock
that belonged in a museum. At that point, I would have
been satisfied to have just layed there pressed
against him. Instead, I would be able to have every
part of him. Neither of us were in any hurry to
finish. We continued to 69 for a really long time.
Before long, I began to feel like I was about to cum.

After this announcement, his pace quickened and I
found myself pushed over the edge. I announced that I
was about to cum, but instead of pulling away, he
buried his mouth upon me and I unloaded one hefty load
right down his throat. Now it was my turn. I utilized
the sum of all my experiences in an attempt to give
him an experience he would never be able to forget.

He thrashed around violently and then I felt him
unload a huge quantity of cum down my throat. He
moaned so loudly that I feared our neighbors would
hear. Once the afterglow set it, he told me that this
was the single best experience he had ever had. The
extasy finally subsided and each of us found ourselves
slipping deep into sleep.

When I woke the next morning, I still had a bad case
of the hornies. So, without warning, I started to suck
him off a second time. After just a few moments, he
joined in and we found ourselves doing what we had
done the night before. After a short time, we came in
each other's mouths a second time.

Neither one of us set foot outside my apartment during
our three days together. In fact, I don't think either
of us wore clothes duing that time, either. He
eventually went back home and we would never again
find ourselves reprising these experiences ever again.
I've seen him a few times since then. His small framed
asian build gave way to huge muscles. When we have
seen each other in public since then, he's chosen to
turn away. He acts as if he doesn't remember me.
Normally that would hurt me, but in this case, I know
that neither of us will ever be able to forget our
time together. In fact, I'm willing to bet that he
remembers our time together fondly.