Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2012 05:37:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com> Subject: How I Lost My Virginity. Part-11 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. Comments to borischen at rocketmail dot com. Authors web page is borischen dot webs dot com. Thanks for supporting Nifty.org. Copyright June 2012. All Rights Reserved. How I Lost My Virginity - by Boris Chen. Chapter 11. March 1994. We found out the `gay' prom would be held in May at a hotel on the West side of town about four blocks from the hospital where mom died, about four weeks after my school prom. So I sold my ticket to Carlos and gave up any interest in attending their prom. There are six high schools in Amarillo and two private schools. They made it open to any gays ages 17-19 or lesbians, bi, transgendered, or their close friends or family. I asked Tom to be my date, he accepted. He also ignored the prom at his high school. Daniel went to the one for AHS and so did Carlos, his boyfriend. They let Carlos in but never said he was his date because it was for seniors and Carlos was a sophomore. It was legal just quieted. He said they had a great time but never danced. He said they did kiss at their table. I started my next semester, everything for Tom was pretty much the same. Grandma settled into life in Amarillo. She talked to GP about every other day in the evening. We got the house changed around to how we wanted. I added the new mattress in my room. I think Crow appreciated the extra leg room, plus he could dream and kick and nobody would slap his thigh like I did when he woke me up. Crow and I continue to be like best best friends who know each other's moods and read each others thoughts. I dread the thought of burying him some day too. But I know eventually it will come. So far he appears very healthy and happy. He is getting more and more grey in the face. I am doing well in school considering. This is my last semester of high school. In two and a half months it's all over. This semester I am taking Calculus, English literature, college level English comp, and professional writing. I am also taking Spanish-2 and gym and study hall so I minimize my at home homework. I am not driving to school, still walking the three blocks. Mom picked this location to raise me for a reason, we sit almost exactly halfway between the elementary/middle school and the high school. I like the quiet time I get from the short walk too. We have a realtor sign in the yard now. Gram has located an apartment for us that will take the dog. She says it's about two miles from here and would require taking the school or city bus instead, or I could drive my own car if I liked. All we need now is a buyer for this place, which is one of the more expensive homes in Amarillo I hear. And we don't even have a pool! She's also decided to stay here for the rest of the school year instead of switching places with Gramps. We've grown closer than we ever have been in the past. I still don't walk around nude in the house any more. She got the mattress she wants in my old room and made it like she wants in the interim. Grandma is an excellent cook. We have our own chores, mostly I do the stuff mom taught me, laundry, pre-cooking, basic house cleaning, trash, and recycling. Plus I do 95% of the dog care. And I run the vacuum cleaner since most of what we suck-up is dog byproduct anyway. I moved my darkroom stuff to the guest bathroom and swapped the doors too. I am still working at the vet office for four hours once a week every Saturday morning. After the estate started to get handled by Gram we got the title to the Buick, and sold it for one dollar to Maria. She traded the car in on a Toyota even-up on a much newer one she liked. We never have to see that Buick ever again. Aside from school I haven't been touched or hit on by Bethany since the funeral. I think she figured out my gayness was permanent and irrevocable. We talk at school and even lunch together from time to time but the whole thing she had for me seems to be done. Yea! Tom and I are in the pattern of spending two nights week together. We do Saturday nights and Wednesday nights if school permits. We still speak of moving to the gulf coast. He has applied for the school. Gram said we can stay with them until we find a place to rent near campus. I have checked out the community college programs and will be accepted into their bachelors in journalism in the fall this year. I can't believe all our discussion of taking time off from school to enjoy life and learn stuff and get to know each other more sort of morphed into going right into college. Gramps says there's no reason for me not to go to university, but I want to do a more laid-back approach and devote more time to making sure Tom succeeds since he's more motivated than I am. He's known since he was twelve that he wanted to own his own restaurant. I'm not like that. Mom's estate is still being settled so we still depend on the money that seems to come from no-where, probably via a pentagon petty cash fund I think. But my trust fund is still not there. Whenever we need cash she calls Gustavo Catering's number and someone somehow delivers an envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills. Tom does know about that. Tom asked me to go see Naked Gun 33.3 The Final Insult in the theater with him on Saturday April 2nd. We did the same routine as last time, but this time we took my car, the Honda. He drove over so we took my car and got there about a half hour before it started. We sat in the car in the mall parking lot just talking. With a one hundred dollar bill in my shirt pocket we sat in the parking lot talking. We walked in got our tickets, two medium popcorns, two large diet pepsi drinks and went back out to wait the remaining 25 minutes. We had a great chat. T: "How's school?” R: "Oh, not too bad. At least now with rumors of CIA cars in the parking lot all the junior redneck wannabes leave me and Daniel alone.” T: "Really? That's cool. I don't get bothered much. Once in a while I hear a distant `FAG' in the hallway but it's tolerable. Being a senior has some perks, not many but just a few. At least I can drive to school now!" R: "Yeah baby! So tell me, how `out' are you at school?" T: "Gosh, I wished you hadn't asked that. Well I am out a bit. My gay friends all know of course. My mom's family all know I think. My dad's family don't care, so neither do I. All the school staff know. I think pretty much about one third of the student body knows but most really don't care. I get bothered a little but not much. It's worst at work because all the mashers in town think that because I'm gay I want to suck every dick in Amarillo in the bathroom. The older fags are the worst. It's like the skankier they are the dumber they are." R: "That sucks! Too bad I can't loan you the Navy guys for a month or two!" T: "Yeah well I don't know what they'd do." R: "Rough up a few gay mashers?" T: "Yeah and maybe word would get out. No thanks. I'd rather move to a more gay friendly city like Galveston!" R: "YES! I am so ready. Eleven weeks and we're freakin done!" We stared into each others eyes for a while then leaned in and kissed each other. At first it was just lips and tongues but it got hotter and hotter. Within ten minutes we were climbing in the back seat. He leaned into me trying to un-do my shirt. I was squeezing his butt cheeks on the outside of his pants. One advantage of being eighteen is we're skinny and rubbery so we eventually fit in the back seat and got our shirts off. The car was hot inside and steamy. The windows were fogged-up totally. It took some engineering but Tom eventually got his dick liberated and aiming in my direction. I eventually got my pants off and also tossed into the front seat. He eventually got his dick lubed with spit and slid inside me when he heard a car door open and close nearby, I mean it was really close. Tom rose up from the back seat then fell down whispering, "Oh holy shit it's the cops. Fuck!" He laid into me and we tried to lay as flat as possible in the back seat with the windows fully steamed and the doors locked. We heard another car drive up and more doors open and close and two-way radio noise in the background. We laid motionless in the back seat but stayed down as low as we could get. He still had his dick inside me but I think he was growing limp. Tom raised up then lowered and whispered that now there were two cars there and three guys. Then we heard doors close and cars drive off and silence. So we stayed still for about another ten minutes. Tom rose up and looked out the windows and saw all the cars were gone. He dropped lower and we started to suck face and laugh. He started to hump me again and eventually came in me but the big thrill was gone with the cop cars. We climbed out of the car and got dressed standing next to the car then got in the front seat and sat there. R: "Fuck, missed another movie, Tom have we EVER actually seen any movie we went to see?" T: "Ummm, no I don't think so." We both laughed loudly and sat there in the car for a while. Then it hit me. R: "Oh shit. Fuck a duck, look at the car two spots in front of us." T: "The Ford?" R: No. The black Chevy in front of the Ford." T: "Oh fuck. They're still here?" R: "Yeah, well that was probably the 2nd car we heard." We both sat there silent for about five minutes, then started the car and drove to Der Weinerschnitzel and had something to eat. After finishing eating we were walking out the door across the lot. I looked across the street in the parking lot of the Auto Zone. "Tom, don’t look up right now, but is that the same car as the mall in the lot over there?" We walked to the car. He glanced over as he climbed in my car. “Yep, that's the same car, I’m sure of it." R: "God, how embarrassing." T: "Yeah well it may have kept us from getting busted for something like sodomy in public!" R: "Oh shit!" We drove back to my place and went inside for a while. Gram was already in bed so we walked Crow to the school field then back home. While we were sitting on the bench in the baseball diamond I wondered if we were being watched too but I never said anything to Tom. It just felt like eyes were watching us. We got home, went to my room. We got dressed, showered together, then to bed to suck face and fall asleep early like two old people. In the morning I got up first, then Tom. After eating with gram we went back into my room and started to wrestle on the floor. I'm not sure how it started. It turned into a wrestling match trying to see who could get a dick in their mouth first. We actually used strength. Tom had the strength advantage but I had the size advantage. We got sweaty and red faced plus some carpet burns from the struggle on the only carpeted floor in the house aside from the tiny guest bedroom. Technically Tom won that match but moments later I got his meat and we laid on the floor going to town on each others boners. Tom came first, then me. We both whimpered and came hard. I wondered how big my orgasm was because it almost burned coming out. We both got bottled waters from the cases I had stacked along the bedroom wall. I really liked having his dick in me somewhere, mouth or ass I just loved Tom's dick. It was the perfect size and perfect shape. We laid there on the floor for a time. I worked his dick with my hand trying to catch the final mini cum drop I could squeeze from his limp dick before I stopped trying. Finally I was done. I have no idea what he was doing down below with my dick but whatever it was it felt good and I'm glad he was here. I love his dick, his mouth, his cum, and once in a while I like him on the bedroom floor instead of the shower. These wrestling matches with no rules can get interesting and very satisfying. We told each other we were in love a few times. I never tire of telling him he's about all I think of aside from school and our futures. In mid-April my trust fund started and I met the administrators and learned all the rules. Gram said we got an offer on the house, she accepted. Everything fell into place, we planned to move in the third week of April. 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