Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 12:51:50 -0800
From: Trevor Johnson <supertev699@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cyber Sex For Christmas

CYBER SEX FOR CHRISTMAS?



A short story by Trevor Johnson



Ok let's get the preliminaries out of the way.  My name is Toby, and I'm a
senior at Oakdale High School or, I have been for one week since my parents
decided to move here from New York. I don't like this school.  The students
aren't friendly and this being a small town they all know each other and
don't like strangers. My parents have been called into the school twice in
my first week, just because I was fifteen minutes late. I hate this school,
this town and these people.

I'm gay but no one here knows that, and being in the Bible belt I want to
keep my sexuality secret for as long as possible.  So how do I get my
sexual relief and gratification? Are you aware of the thousands of gay
chatrooms there are on the internet? Yeah, I indulge on an almost daily
basis, chatting to whomever wants to talk dirty with me so I can jack off
on my own, in private, while my imagination is running rampant with some
other dude who has the same intentions.

Another exciting aspect of internet sex is that you can `do it' with other
guys in other countries and I found out at an early age that whoever or
wherever you are we all jack off the same way.  And according to a Zulu guy
in Africa our jizz is the same no matter what the color of our skin or the
size of our dicks.

Being in a new school and also being a bit of a loner, and also being
paranoid about my sexuality, I don't know anyone.  I spend my time during
lunch breaks sitting on my own, usually reading a book, studying and
listening to country music on my I pod. Yep, that was something else I
preferred to keep to myself because a guy my age isn't supposed to enjoy
country music.  But I have to admit George Strait is my favorite along with
Idol winner Scotty McCreery, who gets me hard whenever I see a picture of
him.

Talking about getting hard, I suppose I should tell you (although it's none
of your business) that I'm about seven and a half inches and cut, due to
the fact that my father is Jewish and got me done to please his
parents. Incidentally, I am an only child and from listening in on my
parents discussions, I will never have a brother or sister because of some
medical problem my mom has.

While talking about my parents I just want to say I love them dearly, plus
they spoil me rotten since I'm their only kid.  If I ever did come out to
them I think they would understand and support me, but I'm just too scared
to take the plunge.

Well, that's all my background stuff out of the way except to tell you
about this very cute red headed kid who is in most of my classes. He also
appears to be on the shy side with few friends, and to be honest I'm not
even sure of his name. I think it's Peter but I'm not sure.  Anyway I get
hard just staring at him in class and a few times I've had to turn away
quickly when he's caught me looking. Redheads for some reason turn me on.
Don't know why, personally my hair is a dull dark brown which looks even
worse when its long so I keep it short in a crew-cut.

With Christmas coming up, plus my father looks like he'll be away on
business until Christmas Eve, I'm particularly depressed.  In New York our
holiday season was always spent with lots of friends and family and was a
really happy time. We went ice skating whenever we could, laughing and
having fun especially when someone fell down, usually me.

We always had a big Christmas tree in the window and the house had lights
all over, with a nodding Santa in the yard along with reindeer and a
snowman. We drank non-alcoholic egg nog, danced like stupid idiots and
everyone had a great time. This year with dad away we had a small, pathetic
looking tree in the house but that was all, and I noticed not many homes
around us bothered with lights either.

Really, to say I was depressed would be an understatement and I longed for
the snow and ice and all my friends in New York.  Mom did her best to cheer
me up but it wasn't the same, and I also missed my father, wishing he would
come home early or something. With school now on holiday break I was bored
as well as depressed.

Anyway as usual I've allowed my mind to wander, which it does frequently,
so back to the internet and gay chatrooms. I always wonder what the guys I
chat to are really like. I'm sure they all exaggerate about their looks and
dick size and more. After all, my own dick grows a couple extra inches and
my hair goes blonde when I'm chatting, and I brag about past conquests
which of course are only in my dreams.  Plus, in the chatrooms I'm always a
dominant top when in fact I've never tried top or bottom and would be
willing to go either way with the right guy.

Just a couple days ago I was in one room which was really busy and chatted
with several guys.  Suddenly the room went quiet and I thought I might have
to go searching for another more lively room, when a guy named Randy popped
up saying, "hi would you like a private chat?"

I agreed and we moved out of the public chat area so that just the two of
us could be alone. We went through the normal introductions, and told the
usual white lies. It appeared he was about the same age, blonde like me
with a big cock like mine (oh yeah!) and so on.

"I just moved into the town where I live and hate it." He told me.

"Yeah, I'm the same and no one wants to talk or be friends straight or
gay." I explained.

Now this is where the cybersex bit comes in.  He asked me if I was
naked. "Yeah completely", having shed my T-shirt and shorts before logging
in.

"Me too and I'm stroking my dick while typing also."

This is where I had an advantage because mom was out shopping and I had a
voice recognition program called Dragon which translated what I said into
typed words on the screen. This allowed me to have both hands free, and as
I explained to `Randy' I was not only stroking my dick but fingering my ass
as well.

"Wow, I wish I could do both at the same time."  He exclaimed.

"Well take your time and do it in between typing." I lowered my voice
trying to make it sound sexy before I realized what a stupid idiot I was
because he couldn't hear me. Still he must have used his imagination and
said, "I bet you have a sexy voice and great lips. Just imagine our mouths
coming together, and our tongues meshing together as we fondle each other's
dicks."

After reading this I swear my dick grew another couple of inches as I said,
"Would you like me to suck your dick?"

"Is the Pope catholic?" He replied with a LOL after it.

"Just lay back while my mouth travels down your naked body, taking each
nipple and sucking them, and then swirling my tongue around your navel
before licking and then putting both of your balls in my mouth. Then I'll
run my tongue up and down your mighty shaft before licking the tip savoring
the taste of your precum.  Finally I'll slowly take your giant cock into my
warm wet mouth slowly, oh so slowly, swallowing you down to the base, your
pubes tickling my nose."

All the time he was typing. "yeah, oh yeah do it
 I love it go all the way down suck me dry"

I continued, "I'm slowly moving up and down your throbbing shaft gradually
picking up speed until at last I'm sucking your cock like crazy, and can
feel your testicles tightening, preparing to blow your load.  I can feel
it's on its way and I'm going to swallow every last drop of your huge, hot
load of sperm."

"Oh yeah, get ready to take it all, I'M CUMMING TAKE IT ALL SWALLOW MY
JUICE." He typed in CAPS showing me that he was shouting.

At the same time my own dick erupted without much help from my hand,
spraying my spunk all over my desk and computer screen.  I don't know about
Randy on the other end of the chatroom, but I was out of breath, literally
gasping as I drained my dick with the help of my left hand.

Then, both of us went quiet, recovering from what had just happened which
for me was one of the hottest orgasms I'd ever experienced.

Normally, once I've blown my load we break the connection, but this time I
felt that I wanted to know a little more about the guy on the other end,
Randy. Plus I got the impression he wanted to chat some more too.

I told him about my new school and how I didn't like it there, but without
mentioning any names. I did this because one day I was chatting to a guy
before we left New York who said he was in his teens. I later discovered he
was in his seventies and lived close by and he began stalking me. I got
some buddies at school to warn him off and never saw him again, but I
learned my lesson.

Randy told that he, too, was going to a new school and also hated every
minute he was there, "It's only a small school compared to the one I went
to in Pittsburgh and I miss all my old buddies, plus they all knew I was
gay and it didn't bother them." He explained.

"I've always been too scared to come out to anyone, even my parents,
although I'm sure they would understand and be caring, since I'm the only
child." We continued chatting in general for a long time revealing more and
more about ourselves. I felt that I could be more honest with this guy and
not worry, and he too, sounded as if he was being truthful and open.

Finally he opened up more saying, "I have a feeling I know you and I can
trust you. And if we live anywhere close I wouldn't mind meeting up."

This statement took me totally by surprise but without giving it a second
thought I agreed that would be great. I didn't think this would happen,
expecting us to living hundreds of miles apart. So imagine my surprise when
he told me he went to Oakdale High School.

"So do I", I told him, feeling the excitement of at last hooking up with
someone in my own town, and to be in high school he must be about my
age. My dick also became overjoyed at the news, rising up above my navel in
anticipation of some live action. "Don't get too excited old fella, this
could still be one big con, and if we don't like each other when we meet,
nothing might ever come of it." I muttered to myself.

"When and where would you like to meet?" I wrote.

There was a long pause and I thought I'd scared him off.  But eventually he
answered my question. "Not sure where to meet.  I have a younger brother
and sister so here at my place is out of the question. I don't like public
restrooms or anywhere like that either."

There was another long pause on my end this time before I thought, what the
hell, and went for broke, "My mom's going Christmas shopping tomorrow and
won't be around when I come home from school.  Would you like to come over
here?"

There was no pause this time as the answer from Randy was quick and
definite. I gave him my address hoping I was doing the right thing and got
a surprise answer back, "That's only one street away from my home." He told
me. We chatted in general some more before breaking off, saying our good
nights.

As I laid in bed later, pondering the evening's events, I had a few nervous
moments wondering if this guy was genuine, and hoping I wasn't going to be
beat up, and half killed the following afternoon.  It was quite a while
before I finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I made sure I was at school with plenty of time to spare,
which I spent sitting on a low wall near the entrance, checking out all the
guys as they came in trying to figure out who was `the one'.

To say the day dragged on would be an understatement, and all the time I
was searching, checking out the guys who were talking to chicks, with other
guys, and who were alone. I was becoming paranoid over the whole business
telling myself not to be so stupid, and that the guy might not even be in
my school, but could easily be a middle-aged, bald dude.

It was mid-afternoon when the thought crossed my mind that I was seeking
out a blonde kid when his hair could be any color. I was pretty sure my
cyber boyfriend wasn't an African America because there was only a handful
of them in the whole school, and they were all football jocks.  He could be
Hispanic, with quite a large number of them in the district, but that
didn't worry me just as long as he was cute.

All these thoughts were going through my head as the day dragged on. Late
in the day I glanced across at my redhead fellow classmate, thinking to
myself, `is he the one?' but deciding no, I couldn't possibly be that
lucky.

Finally the bell rang signaling the end of the day and I couldn't get out
of that building fast enough, onto my bike, and pedaling home as fast as I
could. After checking to make sure my mom really was out, I took a quick
shower making sure I had clean underwear, a smart casual shirt with a
collar, and khaki shorts. I checked in the mirror decided that I looked too
smart and changed into a T-shirt, no socks, and just sandals on my feet.

I kept checking the mirror and my watch as I paced up and down the hallway
waiting for the gentle ring of the doorbell. Time dragged on and I began to
have doubts that he was ever going to show up. I was so busy worrying that
he was a no-show that when the doorbell did ring I jumped a few inches off
the floor in surprise. Another quick look into the mirror and I headed for
the front door.

My hand hovered over the handle for such a long time that the bell was rung
again. Finally I opened the door and believe me I was visibly shaking as I
opened it wider to see an equally nervous face peering back in my
direction.

Once the initial shock was over, we both began laughing as we fell into
each other's arms, embracing and then kissing, as the thought went through
my head, "oh my God I do love redheads. What an awesome Christmas this is
going to be."



THE END (OR IS IT)?