Date: Wed, 2 May 2012 21:43:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: new series for nifty

This story is entirely fictional, none of the characters or events ever
existed.

The places are very real but none of it actually happened. Thank You.
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Copyright May 2012. All Rights Reserved.


How Lost My Virginity - by Boris Chen. Chapter 1, the introduction. August
29, 1993


The last week of summer vacation.


My school counsellor told me to start writing my thoughts, not sure what
we're trying to accomplish with this assignment. At least I'm not getting
graded on this one. I'm using my mom's old Dell 320S laptop, I mean this is
a real museum piece. She used it for two months then handed it to me, happy
birthday she mumbled and ordered something different.


I live with my mom here in Amarillo, Texas. She's from Galveston Island. My
grandparents live there. Mom works for Pantex outside of town, she's a
chemical engineer. They make stuff for the Pentagon I think, but she won't
talk about work with anyone.


I'm eighteen, a senior at Amarillo High School. We live on Sandie Drive not
too far from school. Mom and I share her car, a 1992 Buick LeSabre. I walk
to school since it's only like 600 feet from our house to the edge of the
campus. Mom promised me a car after I graduate.


My best friend is Daniel. He's a real character. I'll tell you more about
him later. My name is Robert but everyone calls me Robert, Rob, Bob, Bert,
Robbie, or Woof.


I started seeing a counsellor in my sophomore year when my mom insisted I
was depressed and hiding from life and friends, except for Daniel. I don't
think she likes him. My other best friend is my dog. He understands me more
than any human on my planet. He's four years old, a male Great Dane.


When I was in eighth grade mom got me to volunteer at a local animal
hospital that doubled as an animal shelter. I went there after school one
day a week. My job was to change newspaper in the bottom of each cage,
there's thirty of `em. I dumped and scrubbed bowls in each cage. My
favorite part was to take two dogs at a time into their enclosed outdoor
prison yard and play with them for about twenty minutes getting them to run
and play as much as possible. I became friends with many of the dogs.


One day we got this great dane in the hospital section. She was in labor
and had one large puppy stuck, too large to give birth normally. So the vet
did emergency surgery to save the life of the puppy and mother. After two
days the dog went home but the owner left the puppy and never came back to
pick it up. The vet and my mom talked and decided to send him home with me
to raise since he needed round the clock care, bottle feeding, and being
kept warm. Luckily the puppy was born like three days after the school year
ended so I had the entire summer vacation to raise this puppy, my first
dog.


We were amazed at how fast this puppy grew. The vet gave us food and bottle
feeding supplies for the first month it was almost an around the clock
job. Then one day he showed an interest in solid food and my job as
doggie-mommy was scaled back. We got a cage, the biggest one we could find
at the farm supply store to cage train the dog instead of traditional potty
training. It worked like a charm. By the time he was seven months old we
had no more accidents inside, this dog was house-broke without any actual
training. He has black fur, with one small white spot on the chest below
his neck about the size of an egg. We didn't crop his ears like lots of
people do today with great danes.


One day while I was bottle feeding the pup in my bedroom my mom came in
asking what I was going to name the dog. I got an idea a while back when we
were sitting in the drive-thru lane at KFC there were several crows sitting
on top of the fence behind the store. My brain got stuck staring at their
round eyes and shiny black feathers. So I decided if I ever got a black dog
I would name it Crow. That's what I told mom without thinking after she
asked. When she wanted to know why, I told her about the birds and how the
puppy was also black with dark brown eyes so the name fit, plus the Vet
told me dogs only really pay attention to single syllables in spoken
language, Crow was simple, so it seemed the perfect and somewhat cool
name. Mom, meet Crow, baby great dane!


Crow would scratch the heck out of my wrists when he bottle fed. And he
also would stare silently into my eyes when he fed. Always made me wonder
what he was thinking about having a fourteen year old human boy as a
mommy. But he never complained or seemed to question his fate. Crow was
very affectionate towards me. He even wanted to sleep in my bed always next
to my hips or sometimes next to my pillow. Over the months he took up more
and more space. By the time he was two mom got me a bigger bed. That's how
I got a full size bed in my room. To this day Crow sleeps with me down by
my legs, we sort of cut the bed diagonally into his and mine. He's okay as
a roomie as long as he doesn't make too much noise when he dreams. Who
knows, I might not be much better!


Back to today, Crow is now four. He has some gray hairs between his nose
and upper lip. He's taller than me on his hind legs. He weighs about the
same as me, 150 lbs. I'm 5' 11.5". But my hair is brown and my eyes are
blue. We have matching bellybuttons, just like a tiny lump. Mine is
practically invisible, kids in gym tease me about being a clone since I
don't really have one. My dick is about 5.5" long, cut. Nipples are quarter
size and poke out like rounded lumps under my shirts. Mom says that's
hormonal and should go away in my twenties. I'm not muscular, just smooth
and soft and skinny.


We're online. Mom and I have accounts with Compuserve. The rest of the
world is on AOL but mom was on Compuserve since 1982 and says she's not
gonna change. Daniel is on Compuserve too. We email maybe ten times a day,
before and after school. We have two classes together when school starts on
Sept 8th, a Tuesday.


Daniel loves Crow too. They are like good friends too. Crow never stops
chewing on his arms and hands when he comes over. They are a blast to watch
wrestling on the TV room floor. One time Crow pushed him into the curio
cabinet and two glass statues mom had fell and broke. We all spent time in
the doghouse after that episode.


Okay, now the bad news. Daniel is like the only openly gay kid at Amarillo
High School. We're talking rainbow colored wristbands, gay pride t-shirts,
skirts on halloween costume day, the works. I suppose that makes me guilty
by association but I promise he does nothing for me. We've known each other
since second grade. He was flamboyant then and now. I just accepted that's
the way he is and we sort of grew into his persona. I'm a virgin but nobody
knows that `cept Daniel. Actually, Crow and I are both virgin bachelors in
need of love.


I tell Crow everything. We sit on the bed and talk endlessly. He sits there
staring in my eyes paying attention to everything I say. But I guess that
wasn't enough to keep me out of the counselors office at my mom's
orders. If Crow thinks I'm about to cry he tries to lick my face with his
huge wet great dane tongue. He really reads my moods like a pro. Maybe Mr
Levinthal the counselor should talk to Crow and save us a bunch of
time. Sometimes Crow and I lay in bed together, he lays with his head on
the other pillow and me on mine, nose to giant black wet nose, I just talk
and he listens intently and never makes fun of my fears or hurts. Being
tall and skinny means I get picked on at school a lot, plus I get the F
word shouted at me at least once a day thanks to being best friends with
Daniel.


I'll wrap up this entry with a bit about myself. I'm super nerdy. I like to
read. I get decent grades in school. I'm not planning on going to
university, maybe community college. Mom says I should be an english major
but I'm thinking more like maybe journalism. I have a decent Canon 35mm
camera and tinker with B&W photography in a dark room I have set-up in my
bathroom. I've been out on a few dates but usually get dropped because they
find out I have no idea what to do or how to have fun with a teenage
girl. Someday I'll meet the right person. I have a friend who is a girl,
like Daniel we've known each other since Sunday School in first grade but
we're just good friends. Bethany's mom and my mom are like best friends.


Daniel's boyfriend today is Carlos a skinny sophomore kid at AHS he met at
a pizza place over by Bell and 34th Ave where Daniel works. Carlos is gay
too but he doesn't act anything like Daniel. They keep their thing quiet at
school for Carlos's safety. AHS is a bit on the redneck side towards gays
still. I've never been with a guy but somewhere in the back of my brain is
this nagging little thought that I'm probably gay too but I've never acted
on my impulses. I never told Mr Levinthal this. I suspect my mom knows too
but we never had `the talk.'


Oh yeah, before I go I should explain that mom does not know who my father
is. She got pregnant in college at a dorm party one night. She doesn't like
to talk about it. Mom and I are close. Her name is Lisa Davis. Okay, that's
it for now. I'll write more next week.