Date: Thu, 6 May 2004 17:14:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christopher Reid <christophervincentreid@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coming out and letting loose

Coming out and Letting loose:  Chapter One
Epiphany

This is my first attempt to write an erotic story.  I would heartily
welcome any comments remarks and criticism to this story that will help me
in my future writings.  This story contains adult material and is suitable
for people of legal age.  This story also contains sex between two males
and anyone who is offended my sex between same genders may advised not to
read this story.  This story is completely fictional, and any depiction of
real life characters is totally incidental.

	       Copyright 2000 christophervincentreid All Rights reserved

     This story cannot be reproduced, edited, changed, or redistributed
without the author's permission.

Monday, June 8th, 2004
7:53 am

I woke up to the sound of my mother's piercing voice shouting at me to get
up.  I had every intention of ignoring that shrill voice, as it was my
first official day of summer vacation.  In fact, even during the school
year it was routine for me to ignore my mother's wake-up call, as I had no
early morning classes at the University of Belize and had no need to get to
school until around noon on most days.

However, the smell of scrambled eggs and sausages were tempting me, and I
dared not stay in bed any longer, lest some bratty little siblings decided
to interpret my late morning slumber as not wanting any breakfast.  You
see, ever since my mom had gotten a job at the Development and Finance
Corporation (DFC for short), she rarely had time to make breakfast for us
anymore, and we had to fend for ourselves.  I, being the lazy freak that I
was, had no desire to make my own breakfast this morning, and you know that
nothing tastes better than your mother's cooking (unless you've never known
your mother or your mother can't cook, and if either is the case, then I
don't pity you).  I hauled myself out of bed just as my little brother Roy
did an elbow drop right where my head would have been if I hadn't decided
to get up.

"Morning Chris," said Roy, his face aglow with the prospect of a new day of
mischief.  I mumbled some form of greeting to him and made to find a pair
of shorts to throw on.  You see, I regularly slept in just my underwear
(boxers, if you must know), although if I'm especially tired before going
to sleep I generally just throw myself into bed without disrobing.
However, before I could find a good pair of shorts to put on, Roy had dived
from my bed and wrapped his arms around my neck.  I am 16 years old and
about 5 feet 11 inches tall, and I am of average build, while my little
brother was just 9 years old and just over 4 feet and was a scrawny bugger
at that.  That being said, it should have been easy for me to just shrug
him off my back, but as it turns out that little devil had quite a grip.

I sighed heavily, and decided it was time to pull out the big guns.  I
walked backwards towards my bed.  I then let my legs go limp, and fell
backwards towards my bed.  My brother realized my plan a bit too late, and
I squashed him under my big-brother bulk.

"Get-off!  Get off!  I'm sorry, I won't do it again!"  I heard his muffled
voice call from underneath me.

"Are you suuuuure?"

"Yes, yes, just please get off!"

"Just a few more seconds."

With an almighty effort, Roy managed to roll out from underneath me and
stood up.  His once pressed uniform was now starting to show signs of
wrinkling.

"You smushed my uniform, you cocksucker!  Now mom's gonna yell at me!"  At
the sound of the insult, I had jumped up from the bed and made to kick his
little butt, but he had already bolted from the room, knowing that I was
gonna get him.

I sighed once again, and continued my search for a pair of shorts.  Finding
some black knee length jeans, I slipped them on and made my way to the
bathroom to brush my teeth.

My mother bustled past me from the hall into the bathroom to give herself a
once-over at the bathroom mirror.  I waited outside for her to finish,
watching her as she obsessed about every little detail about her
appearance.  That's the difference between her and me: she's very
meticulous like that.

"Ok, Chris, we're leaving.  Make sure that if you leave that the doors are
closed.  Not the wooden one, 'cause you know I don't have the keys for that
door.  Just the burglar bars doors and just push the wooden one, ok?  Don't
lock it."

I rolled my eyes as she said this.  You know mothers and their tendencies
to repeat themselves about stuff they've told you a million times before.
Unfortunately, she saw me roll my eyes and continued to rant.

"Why are you rolling your eyes?  You know that if I didn't tell you that
you'd leave the place wide open for thieves.  Didn't your hear about the
burglary down the street at those white people?  The ones who are always
throwing parties?  It's your responsibility to make sure the house is
locked while you're gone."

Taking a final looking the mirror, she exited the bathroom, grabbed her
handbag, and darted to her car, my brother and my sister Kay Lani already
inside, ready to be carted off to school and my mom to work.  With that,
they left with a roar of a car engine.

I stepped into the bathroom and began to brush my teeth.  After about a
minute, I rinsed and spat, then stood up straight and looked myself in the
mirror. My kinky close-cropped hair was disheveled from a night of summer
'heat sleep'.  My dark eyes still looked tired, and my dark Creole skin
(yes, I'm black, if you didn't know) seemed to stiffen with dryness.  I
looked in the mirror hard, trying to come to a decision, and then I finally
said it out loud.

"I'm gay."

The sound of that statement echoed through the now empty house, as I
finally came to terms with something that had been eating me up for
sometimes now.

I didn't want it to be true.  Sure, I had felt my breath stop whenever I
saw a good looking guy on tv, or at school, or on the street.  Sure, I had
watched tons of gay porn on the net.  Sure, I had never felt any sexual
attraction to anyone of the opposite sex.  But even so, I had never wanted
to be gay.  I always felt disgusted after watching the porn on the net, and
kissing another guy still seemed to be out of the question even after I had
just come to terms with being gay.  I didn't even think of guys (or
anything for that matter) when I jacked off in my bedroom.  But I could
feel in my heart that I was gay, and it was always guys that got me hard,
even if I didn't think of them while doing the solo mambo (if you catch my
drift).

This took my back to last night, after watching (would you believe it)
George of the Jungle 2.  The movie was uber-dull, naturally, but it didn't
bother me that much because the actor playing George had the most amazing
pecs I had ever seen.  After the movie was over, I found myself sporting a
major-hard on, and I retired to my room to ease myself of the tension that
had surfaced in my constricting briefs.

I remembered laying myself down on my bed and stripping to nothing but my
birthday suit. My 6-inch cock was just throbbing to be caressed, and I did
just that.  I took it in my right hand, and slow started to stroke it, up
and down in a steady motion.  Watching the ever-muscular George had already
got me going, and I could feel that I would some come.  My right hand
continued to slowly strock my teenage dick, while my left hand grasped
slowly all over my body, finding the parts that were most sensitive,
tingling to the touch.  I remembered slightly pinching my nipples, feeling
my breath going deeper and faster as the climax loomed ever nearer.  I
remember lightly pulling at my balls as my right hand began to move faster
and grip harder, up and down, up and down.  I remember my heart pounding in
my chest just as I pounded my meat harder, less mercilessly, more
frantically, as I could feel the pressure keep on building.  I remember
abandoning all caresses and shoving my middle finger all the way up my ass
to the hilt and began working it rhythmically in time with my pumping hand.
I remember my slight spasms and becoming rigid as creamy cum poured from my
dick and unto my hand, as I came.

Sounds like a good night, doesn't it?  Well, it was a night like any other
at my house, and just like any other night, it was simply an average
climax, not the amazing life altering ones you always hear of in porn
stories.  I also remember going to the bathroom after to clean off my hands
from the sticky cum (also only about a tablespoon full, unlike the porn
stories), which I didn't like the feel of, and as every other night, I felt
disgusted afterwards.

I came out of my reverie, ignoring the boner I was now sporting from the
memory.  I went into the kitchen, got myself some of my mother's breakfast,
and sat myself around the table to ponder while eating my breakfast.  I was
not feeling good that morning, even though I had finally stop lying to
myself about not being gay.  I took a bit of eggs and toast, wondering why
my epiphany hadn't eased my mind in the slightest on that summer's Monday
morn.

The end