Date: Fri, 7 May 2004 09:13:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christopher Reid <christophervincentreid@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coming out and letting loose: Chapter Two

Coming out and Letting loose:  Chapter Two
Goodbye to Innocence

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
8:15 a.m.

Walking down Mayflower Street here in Belmopan, going to use the school's
computer lab, the sun was shining brightly, the smell of summer approaching
was in the air and the streets were bustling with pedestrians and vehicles.
Another typical day in Belize, I thought, and I knew that, despite how
picturesque the environment appeared, it was going to be a lousy day.

After I had made my resolution that I was gay, I finished up breakfast and
I had decided that I would go to the school's computer lab to look at porn
(gay porn of course).  After all, there was nothing to do at home, so why
the heck not?  I hadn't even bothered to shower, and I had just slipped on
a brown t-shirt and locked up.

At the end of the street, I was waiting for traffic to die down when I felt
a shard jab at my side.  Startled, I whirled around only to find Larry, the
computer lab monitor at my school.  He was about 5 feet 7 inches, a bit
shorter than I am even though he's older; he's brown skinned, but lighter
than I am, with a clean-shaven head and a little stubble on his face.  When
I saw him, I immediately thought, "I knew today was gonna be a bad one."

"Hey Chris.  What's up?"

"Nothing," I said grudgingly, hoping that he would take it as a sign that I
didn't want to be messed with today.  "You didn't bother to comb your hair
today, I see.  What, you're going dreads?"

"Yes, Larry."

Another jab to my side.

"Why are you always so miserable, huh?"

I didn't bother to answer him.  The traffic died down, and I quickly made
my way across the street, hoping that he wouldn't choose to follow.  You
see, Larry has always been a pain in my side, picking on me and whatnot.
To my disdain, he had chosen to use my usual route to school.

"Where are you going?" he said as he caught with me, and together we made
our way down Cayo Street.

"School," I mumbled, pulling a book out of my bag and pretending to read
it. "Just going to get some Internet time in the computer lab."

I had sneaked a look at him just then, and at the sound of that he had
started beaming, but he said nothing.  I didn't trust him.  Last time he
beamed at me like that, I had ended up in English class without shoes or
socks on.

We walked along in silence, finally making it to the campus.  I only live
about 5 minutes from school, but it seemed like so much more when he was
there with me.

When we came in front of the computer lab, I instead went to the bathroom,
as I didn't want him to choose to use a computer next to me.  Our school
bathrooms are really small, having only two piss stalls and one toilet.  I
went into the toilet and just sat down on it, just killing time until I was
sure that he had chosen a computer.

I heard the bathroom door creak, and someone went into one of the pissing
stalls.  I held my breath as the person did his business, expecting him to
leave after.

Bang!  Larry had slammed opened the toilet stall I was on, and my heart was
left racing.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Wha - wha- I should be asking you that question!  Get out!"

I attempted to close back the door, but Larry had always been stronger than
me, and instead entered the stall and closed it behind him.

"Larry, what are you doing?"  I asked him, trying to act brave as I started
nervously trembling all over.

"Shh!" he said, unbuckling his belt buckle.  Whispering softly, he said,
"Listen, keep quiet, or people are going to hear, ok?"

"Larry, let me out."  I said, now feeling terrified.  I tried to push my
way past him, but he simply shoved my with his right hand and I feel right
back down.  Larry finally finished unbuckling his belt and dropped his
pants and his boxers in one smooth motion.  I was surprised at what I was
seeing.

Larry's dick, which was roughly around the same 6-inch length as mine, was
standing at attention, and pointing right at my face.  I was aghast.  I had
thought up to this point that he was planning to pull some sort of
embarrassing prank on me.

"You know you want this," he said, squatting down and reaching for my
pants.  Before I could react or resist, he had my pants down to my ankles,
revealing my boxers.  I, unlike him, was not sporting a hard on, and I got
up in a flash, frantic to get out.

"Larry, get out of my way!"  I said frantically, violently pushing him
against the door.  I hurriedly tried to pull up my pants.  He recovered
quickly however, and grabbed me from behind, putting on hand over my mouth,
and using the other to restrict my hands, pinning them down at the sides.
I fought against it, lashing out in any direction I could, squirming and
kicking and pushing my arms.

"Shh!  Chris, Chris, stop!  Stop man, someone's gonna hear us!  Stop it
NOW!" his final word seemed to reverberate in the bathroom, and that got me
to shut up.  "Look, let's cut with the shit.  You know I'm the lab monitor.
I've checked your net history files, and I found gay porn at almost all the
URLs you visited.  You know you want this, and you've seen that I want it
too.  Just keep quiet, and it will be good for both of us."

At that, he let his hand off my mouth and used it to pull down my boxers.
My flaccid dick just hung there, and he wasted no time to spin me around
and started to suck it off.  I was about to protest, but it was starting to
feel good, and though I still tried to push his head away, it was only
half- heartedly.  He continued to suck my soft dick, which was now quickly
hardening to his almost expert tongue, which was flicking across the top of
my cock every time he thrusted forward.  I could feel the wet heat of his
mouth on my meat and his warm breath on my stomach, and felt my resolve
melt away.

"See, I knew you wanted this," he said, stopping now that my penis was
fully erect and was softly kissing my stomach, making me want him even more
than I already did.  He keep working his way up, kissing my washboard abs,
my nipples, my neck.  Just getting used to it, I was surprised when he
turned me around, positioning me in front of him.  He leaned himself
against the wall and jabbed his throbbing cock up into my ass.  The initial
pain I felt forced me to restrain a gasp, but it quickly turned to
pleasure, having already put foreign objects up my butthole to pleasure
myself.

He slowly started to work himself up and down, and I could feel my ass
muscles pulling his dick back in as he tried to get out.  He then grabbed
my dick, and started to pump it at the same speed he was pumping into me.
I could hear him start moaning stuff in my ear as he continued to go back
and forth, back and forth.

"Yeah.  Yeah. Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it Chris?  I know you want it,
I know you want it, mmm, yeah, mmm, take it, take it, take it.  I've, mm,
always wanted to do this to you, mmmm, ever since I found out, mmm, that
you were gay.  Oh, man, that's good, yes, yes, mmm..."

He continued to buck into my hole, gradually speeding up, pumping my dick,
and moaning in my ear.  Already I could feel myself holding back the cum
that was ready to erupt, but I wanted to last longer.  He bucked faster and
faster, and soon I was bucking back, letting go completely and deciding
that if he was gonna use me, I better make the best of it.

We went faster and faster, I only letting out short gasps, him nibbling on
my ear, continuing to moan stuff in my ear.  I could feel my dick pulsing
in his hand, getting ready to blow, and it finally did, spurting a small
amount of creamy cum no his hand.  A few seconds later he came too, and I
could feel hot sperm crawling up my ass.

He stopped moving, and so did I, and we just stood there for a while, just
enjoying the feel of each other's body next, with him still inside me.
Then, silently, as if preordained, we both separated from each other, and
started to pull back on our pants, not looking at each other.  We came out
of the bathroom stall and went to the faucets, where we washed our hands
off, again not saying a word.  I sneaked a look at him just as the same
time he was looking at me, and I quickly looked away, but I could feel his
eyes still piercing into me.  He then left the bathroom, but as he walked
away I could hear a soft laughter, growing louder and louder the farther
away, until he just let it loose and his raucous laughter could be heard
all over the campus.

I looked into the bathroom mirror, and a realization came into my head.  I
had just done it with Larry.  I had lost my virginity to Larry Vanegas, the
guy who pestered me everyday on campus, the guy who I knew well enough to
avoid whenever I saw him.  What had I done?  Why did I go along with it?
What kind of MORON was I?  I slammed my hands down on the faucet, listening
to Larry's laughter die away, coming to the conclusion that nothing was
ever going to be the same, and that I had just made a giant mistake.