Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2005 01:08:06 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Gung Hay Fat Choy

			     GUNG HAY FAT CHOY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     "Gung Ho Fatso!" Jimmy yelled to his sister as entered the kitchen at
a near-run.
     "That's `Gung Hay Fat Choy!'" His sister retorted with the proper
expression of Happy New Year in Chinese. His sister was new in the house,
having come home for a visit from her university.
     Jimmy went into the kitchen. "I meant what I said. How's school, Sis?"
     "Not bad. Grab some candy and help me with this." His sister was
working on the candy tray, an octagon-shaped plate she was forming with
each of the eight wedges containing a different sort of candied fruit, all
in a neatly formed design she was painstakingly erecting.
     "Okay." Jimmy instead wrecked part of her work by snatching up a
handful of lychee nuts and kumquats, a glory of separated gold and red that
mixed and scattered under his hand! "I'll get these out of your way!"
     "Jimmy!" his sister squealed.
     Jimmy would have made a clean getaway, but his grandmother blocked the
way, a tiny white-hair-bunned woman with a red gown and a fierce attitude
that far outweighed her little size. Her tongue was sharp, but unleashed a
flurry of Chinese syllables.
     "Hey, hey, Grandma, Grandma calm down!" Jimmy said. "You know I can't
understand you when speak Chinese so fast!" He didn't speak Chinese well at
all; who needed it here in the United States? As for anyone who was
surprised by this, he always pointed out, "Hey, you're German, so how come
you don't speak German?"
     "I said you boy no good!" Grandma said in her fractured English. She'd
never bothered to learn any more than she had to in order to get along. As
long as she was understood, that was enough, and if that meant she had to
use more words to get her point across, that was okay, she could deliver
the ones she had with a fury that rivaled the sound of a machine
gun--ratatatatat! "Where you going today in a hurry?" she insisted.
     "Out." Jimmy said. God, Grandma was such an old relic, he knew he was
supposed to honor her, but God, she didn't have any clue! He didn't know
where he was going, he only knew this fire in his vitals said he had to go!
     "Why you not stay and help with party?"
     "Aw, Grandma, not another one!" Jimmy groused. "Who is it this time?"
     "They your cousins, come from San Francisco, and my sister come with
her daughters from Dallas." Grandma said. "This is New Years, this is time
to visit family."
     "How many more days is this going to drag on?" Jimmy groused, though
he knew the answer. The Chinese New Years festival was fifteen days long,
from the first new moon to the full moon, and the moon had just turned
full, so he'd had two weeks of this and he was sick of it by now, and
except for the parade, he was ready to get it all over with! And besides,
there was this fire inside him, driving him, he couldn't spend another day
at home, he just couldn't!
     "They come to see parade." Grandma nattered on. "You be good boy, you
be good host, you help sister, you help me."
     "Sorry, Grandma, but that's women's work." Jimmy parroted some of his
father's friends blithely.
     That was a mistake. Grandma reverted to vehement Chinese and unloaded
another stream on him. He nodded and shook his head as best as he could
figure out he ought to, while he sidled sideways and got around her by
running his rump along the counter, and beyond that was the back door out
of the kitchen, he got to the edge, felt the corner poke his ass, and said,
"Okay, love you Grandma, later, bye!" and raced out the door and down the
alley, to freedom!
     He sauntered as he got to the street, their house was one of a row of
houses, all side-to-side, with only a tiny peak of roof and the choice of
color to denote which was which. The fronts of the houses were decorated in
banners with red letters and flowers in abundance, for red was good luck
and flowers were new life.
     Jimmy figured on hanging out at the carnival until time for the parade
got started, then he could slip back home. Tomorrow, the New Years
celebration would be over and except for a handful of relatives in the
house, he could return to life as normal. Meanwhile, he had the red
envelopes given him by relatives, and each one had money inside, so he was
flush and ready to spend!
     But there was a fire inside him that burned and he couldn't quite
figure it out. It was like he wanted to go somewhere new, do something
new. It was like...being hungry, but the candied fruit and nuts he had did
nothing to stoke the fire. He bought a bowl of noodles and ate that, but
while this distended his stomach, it did nothing to ease the hunger. This
hunger, it was closest to being horny, but he had jerked off earlier that
day. It hadn't eased things at all. This was...new. It was mixed up with a
sort of longing that chewed at him the way he had wanted a new bicycle for
his tenth birthday. Not just any bicycle, but this one red bicycle he'd
seen in the store. He had dragged his mother and father there and even his
grandmother just in case she'd buy it for him for his birthday. She'd
cursed him in her scathing rhetoric and dragged him away.
     Then he'd woke up on his birthday and went into the living room and
there had been the bicycle! God, the sensation he had when he had touched
that bicycle had been as intense as anything he'd ever felt before.
     "At least not until I hit puberty and had my first orgasm." he
sighed. "Well, a new year means new things." he said to himself somewhat
philosophically. Maybe what he was looking for would be somewhere out here
in the night and the carnival and the parade.
     He played the games, losing mostly, giving away the two small prizes
he did win to little children, and passing on. If he could only find what
he was looking for!
     A group of people were gathered around a large box, and he wandered
over. A rat race, of course. Six rows side by side for the rats to run
down, the rows set apart by wood.
     "Place a bet, quarter a chance. You win, you win a dollar!" the hawker
was calling out. "How does that sound to you?"
     "Sounds like the house has a big percentage." one guy said.
     Jimmy laughed along with everyone else."
     The hawker didn't try to deny it. "Sure, I make some money. But you
make more, huh?"
     "Okay. So set me up two dollar's worth on Number Seven." the guy
said. Jimmy looked at him and suddenly his hunger had a name!
     The guy was his age, maybe a touch younger. His face was marked by a
pair of dark-rimmed glasses, but on him, they looked right. His skin was
the color of soft, fresh-baked bread, lightly golden as the clouds at
sunset. The guy looked at Jimmy and winked, and Jimmy suddenly knew that
this guy was all a part of the act.
     "Two dollars on Number Seven!" the hawker said, and suddenly he was
beset by people placing their bids. Jimmy waited until the crowd slacked
off, then he said, "Give me a dollar on Number Seven, too."
     He felt the guy's arm go around his shoulder. "Yeah, Number Seven,
that's the ticket." the guy said.
     Jimmy sheepishly took his tickets and said, "If we win, I'll buy you a
drink."
     "You're on." the guy said.
     "And they're off!" the hawker said as he lifted the board that opened
the rows and the six rats (there was no Rat Number Four, the number was
felt to be unlucky on the New Year) came out of their cages and went down
the rows.
     "Race" was too strong a word, though the rats were moving. Some
stopped to place their forepaws on the top of the dividing walls to get a
whiff of the men standing over them, urging them on. The hawker would bat
their noses and they would get back down, one of them turned around to run
back the way he'd come! Everyone laughed at this.
     Number Seven was doing well enough, but he was about a rats-length
behind the winner.
     "Number Two the winner!" the hawker bellowed out. "Who has Number
Two?"
     "Not me." the guy said.
     "Me, either!" Jimmy threw his tickets into the air (four tickets--bad
luck!). "Come on, I'll buy you that drink anyhow."
     "Okay." the guy waved to the hawker who waved him back
absent-mindedly, he was too busy getting ready to take bets, the rats now
in their cages at the other end of the race track. They'd run back and
forth as long as there was business, and for now, business was good for the
rat race!
     Jimmy bought the young man the drink, but at a stand and the drink was
the seven-vegetable drink traditional for the holiday. Supposed to bring
good luck, Jimmy normally hated this mixture. Tonight (it was just
beginning to get dark, the parade would start at full sundown), he didn't
even taste it. All he had eyes and ears for was this new friend.
     His name was Bao "But call me Bobby." Jimmy responded by saying his
Chinese name was actually "Shi" though that was a fib, his mother and
father had firmly believed in becoming full Americans, furious grandmother
notwithstanding. It was why he had to speak with Bobby in English, he had
tried Chinese but he had learned Mandarin (as a second language!) and Bobby
spoke Cantonese, it defeated him.
     But that didn't matter. He was chattering away with Bobby as if he
hadn't spoken to another human being for a dozen years, talking about
everything and anything as quick as he could.
     Especially if it would make Bobby smile, or better, laugh. When he
laughed, he would raise up his head, and the lights of the many lanterns
hung overhead would gleam off of his eyes and his teeth. Somehow those
glasses never glinted, never flashed back those lights, only his eyes. And
when they flashed, his heart would pound suddenly within his heart, and he
was off again, trying to make him laugh again, laugh more.
     He had just concluded a rather lame punchline and as Bobby laughed at
it anyway, there was a cacophony of sound. Firecrackers, hundreds of them,
going off at once.
     The parade had begun. Jimmy was startled, and he shouldn't have been,
they had gravitated to the edge of the parade route along with the others,
and the number of people had become increasingly heavy, until he and Bobby
had been nearly pressed up against each other. The only thing he had
noticed about this was that it felt good, almost touching. And if someone
squeezed by and he did have to touch Bobby...that was even better!
     The crowds got thicker, pressing against them as the parade started,
and Jimmy found himself shoulder-to-shoulder with Bobby, watching the
parade, pretty girls in costumes, some floats meant more for the tourists
than tradition, kids carrying lanterns on poles over their heads, the
lanterns swinging freely.
     Bobby's hand, pressed against the back of his hand, slipped into his
and their fingers interlocked. Jimmy gave Bobby's hand a squeeze and it was
returned.
     Jimmy shuddered, he felt his cock get so hard it hurt! He wanted more
than anything to take Bobby in his arms and kiss him, right here and now!
But the crowds, the people! How could he do what he wanted?
     "Let's get out of here." Bobby whispered to him, and the words were a
fire in his veins, and a roar in his ears, he could only nod.
     And follow Bobby through the crowds, the men and women laughing and
smiling, and ignoring them even as they pressed them aside. The crowd was
thick, but it was only a few people deep, they were through them and then
it was like the back half of the sidewalk was for people walking, and they
skittered side-to-side to let other people past, and then there was an
alleyway and Bobby was there at its mouth, pulling his hand to pull him
into it.
     This was the Chinese district, and New Year's traditions required
cleaning up everything, the alley was practically spotless. Not that Jimmy
would have cared if the alley had been nasty, all he cared was that Bobby
was there, and when Bobby leaned back against the wall, Jimmy leaned in and
he kissed Bobby, kissed him hard. God, the taste of those lips, they were
burning against his own. He moaned as his hands roamed over the body,
feeling how smooth and supple it was, he had never known how soft a young
man's body was, he'd expected it to be tough and ungiving, but it was
smooth, so smooth, and yet there was nothing of a woman's body about it, it
had a virility to it that Jimmy had never known in his prior explorations
of women. Maybe it was the lack of a brassier beneath the shirt, maybe it
was the lack of breasts beyond the slightest padding on the chest, maybe it
was just knowing that this was a man he held and not a woman, but the fact
of it was unmistakable, and it seized his senses, this, yes, this was it!
     And Bobby was not the passive lump woman so often were, he reached his
hands down to cup Jimmy's buttocks and grabbed hold and he lifted Jimmy off
the ground for a short time, and this ground their crotches together, Jimmy
felt the hardness waiting inside those pants for him and he groaned yet
again as Bobby's lips kissed the hollow of his throat.
     When he was lowered, his hands went to Bobby's pants and caught the
waistband and a yank undid the top and then the fly rasped after it as he
pulled them apart, and then Jimmy's hand could reach in, balked only
briefly by the briefs, and then he had those pulled out and was reaching
in...ah, there it was!
     Bobby's cock was a shaft of fire that he held, it throbbed in his
fingers and pulsed in his palm as he worked it, feeling the heavy rush of
slimy precome as he tugged on this pud.
     But Bobby wasn't idle, his own hands came down and found Jimmy's own
pants, held by a string and elastic band instead of a fly, soon as Bobby's
hands realized this, they both came up and by brute force tugged them off
from Jimmy's hips and the loose fabric, bereft of their sole support, fell
to his ankles.
     Now only a jockstrap remained, and Bobby's hands soon disposed of
that, while Jimmy pulled on Bobby's cock, Bobby was removing this final
barrier and then his body was exposed to the chilly night air, and he
didn't care!
     And any coldness ended when Bobby knelt before him and that warmth
enclosed his cock, those lips pulled upwards upon him, and he could only
croon out his pleasure at the warmth and the moisture and the pressure and
the joy!
     Bobby's movements sped up and Jimmy could only ride along with it, he
couldn't bear this delight and he couldn't bear not to have it, he could
only keen out his agonized ecstasy as Bobby sucked on his prick and as the
excitement raced up his body and seized upon his brain.
     Not all the sounds in his ears were the firecrackers! He'd never felt
this before in his own masturbation, when joy exploded like so many flowers
in the night sky of his mind!
     When Bobby's movements slackened, Jimmy looked down and realized that
his new friend/lover was tiring, and he said, "Your turn now." and he
tugged at Bobby's armpits.
     Bobby stood up, equal measures of relief and expectation upon his
face, and Jimmy kissed those wet lips once more, and tasted upon them his
own salty essence, and that taste excited him, it was time now to see if
Bobby's would be different!
     Bobby's pants and briefs were back in place, though his dick distended
the fabric from inseam to near the waistband, and Jimmy pulled those pants
down, past the knees, and then the briefs as well and a golden pair of legs
shimmered in the glow of the lanterns and the fireworks and the
streetlights. Above that was...glory!
     Jimmy caught that prod in his mouth and exulted in the taste of it,
no, this was better than his, much better! Warmer, sweeter, indefinably
more masculine, he found the flavor intoxicatingly delightful, and he
sucked Bobby's prong with a will, Bobby groaning above him and Bobby's cock
was pulsing and it was beating like Jimmy's heart within his breast, and
Bobby's groans were harder, higher, greater! And there it was!
     Bobby's climax announced itself with a hearty spurt of come right into
Jimmy's mouth, and Jimmy moaned himself when he tasted it, God, this was
even better than the thin-flavored precome, this was the pure stuff,
concentrated, the difference between the sparrow and the eagle, the
difference between the lightning bug and the lightning, the difference
between the fireworks and the explosions of battle!
     Jimmy could either swallow or spew, his mouth chose for him and he
gulped, felt the hot jizz flow down his gullet in large clumps, rather like
noodles when you chewed them up, there was still a bulk to them that you
could only swallow down, and so it was with the come, he could feel how it
bulged his throat and then was gone below, and hot come left a fiery trail
down his entire body from mouth to stomach, and then it was gone, Bobby
panting heavily above him.
     Jimmy suckled the prick until it was as limp as a noodle, and then he
released it, looked up at Bobby. At those eyes that gleamed now and it was
the entire glasses, like two huge eyes staring down at him.
     And his eyes asked Bobby the question, and Bobby closed his eyes,
raised his head, swallowed and looked down, saw the question. "Lie back."
was the only answer he gave.
     Jimmy obeyed, wondering, feeling the cold asphalt beneath him, and he
watched as Bobby removed his pants entirely and then knelt down and leaned
over to suck on him once again.
     Jimmy enjoyed this, though he would have more had not the ground been
so hard and so cold, and yet this was still good, better than his bedroom
and a grandmother who would walk in whenever her fancy struck, and who had
more than once practically caught him in the act of masturbating. Yes, this
alley was cold, but it was private, nobody came this way, not with the
dragon about to appear, the highlight of the parade.
     He was prepared to simply be sucked to climax, and was well on his
way, when Bobby stopped and Jimmy opened his eyes, saw Bobby standing up
and wondered if this was all that would happen. He wasn't done yet!
     But Bobby got straddle of him and Jimmy watched this with open eyes as
Bobby's thighs parted, and he saw the little cleft between the buttocks,
knew what lay between and his cock was guided by Bobby's hand right up into
that cleft and found the nexus point, and then it was a hot ring that slid
upon him and in its path was flame!
     "Ah, oh, oh!" Jimmy groaned as Bobby sat upon his prong, "Yeah, oh,
yeah!"
     Bobby responded with words that could have been Chinese, or could have
been just sounds, there wasn't enough volume to them to let him tell which
was which. But in that muttering, if that was what it was, Bobby managed to
send Jimmy's pud deep into his bowels, and then he was bobbing up and down,
still talking so softly, and now it was talking and it put Jimmy in mind of
a chant, or a prayer.
     He could only lie there, to move would have dislodged this most
wonderful of burdens from atop him, and he held as still as he could,
though his joy was unbounded and his senses were afire, and he knew that he
could not endure for long!
     "Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" Bobby panted as he bounced upon Jimmy,
Bobby's body so smooth and so real and it was his destiny to be here
underneath Bobby and to be used in this way, to be ridden by this wonderful
rider.
     He reached for Bobby and his fingers clutched, spasmed as Jimmy's
orgasm began. "Oh, oh, I'm coming!" he gasped out. "Now, I'm coming now!"
     "Huh-uh-huh-uh-uh!" Bobby panted and his body managed to speed up even
more, and Jimmy writhed, jerked, thrashed and he screamed out his climax,
and his cock burst wide open, he ejaculated heavily upwards, and Bobby's
bowels clutched him tightly when he did, and it was like being caught in
the most magnificent of vises to be squeezed utterly, completely dry!
     Squeezed he was, and that exquisite pair of buttocks continued to move
upon him, and Jimmy could only hump upwards awkwardly in response, his cock
in control of his body now, and he jetted the last of his wads upwards, and
it was over and he was limp and he was insensible and he was adrift in the
vast ocean of the night sky that was all he could see right now, a band of
black between the two buildings, and through all of this, a few stars
managed to gleam and wink at him though they would vanish when he looked
right at them.
     There was a huge explosion of fireworks, and Jimmy knew what that
meant. "The parade is over." he panted. "Must get up, must get up." People
would walk any direction they could to leave the parade, and this alley was
there, right there, to be used by them, and he and Bobby were two semi-nude
young men lying upon its length for any who did to see.
     Bobby's hand steadied him while he fumbled up his sweatpants, and then
Jimmy did the same for him, held Bobby upright while he fought his trousers
back up, and then they were ready to see the crowds that now came their
way, not too many, fortunately, a couple-score of smiling people, and then
it was done. More had chosen to go back along the streets, and that was the
way Jimmy needed to go.
     "Let me have your number." Jimmy said. "I will call you tomorrow."
     Bobby shook his head. "Tommorrow we leave for San Diego." he said. "I
live there."
     "Damn." Jimmy said. "It's not fair."
     "But give me your number." Bobby said. "We come this way once a month,
I can call you when I know I am coming."
     "Okay." They had to search for pen and paper, but found it in the
guise of a friendly man in a business suit with a briefcase, he opened the
case and loaned them the items. Jimmy got Bobby's number, too, after all,
he might go to San Diego some day, though he hadn't yet!
     A hasty hug and kiss in the still-populated street, and Jimmy bade his
new friend farewell, headed home, his heart burning from the paper his
shirt now held nearby it.
     At home, his family were just returning from the parade and so he
couldn't pretend he had missed the parade. Jimmy listened to his sister
talk about what they'd seen and he nodded like he knew anything at all
about the parade. Jimmy went up to go to bed and met Grandma in the
upstairs hallway.
     "Well, New Year over again." his Grandma said. "You bad boy, you not
spend it with family. That what New Year is for, family, and honoring your
ancestors."
     Jimmy only smiled. "It's also a time for new beginnings." he pointed
out. "And I think my real life is just beginning."
     His Grandma smiled, she was very astute in some ways. "You find
someone tonight, yes?"
     "Yes." Jimmy said.
     "In that case, it different." she said. "It good luck to find bride at
New Years, mean a long life and many children. Or in your case, maybe just
happiness. He any good, you bring this boy by some time, and we talk."
     Dumbfounded, he nodded and she smiled and walked on past him. Boy,
Grandma had more on the ball than he'd thought!

				  THE END
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