Date: Mon, 14 May 2012 01:47:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: How I Lost My Virginity, part-3

This story is entirely fictional, none of the characters 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. Copyright May 2012. All Rights Reserved.


How I Lost My Virginity - by Boris Chen. Chapter 3, Late September 1993


It was a Friday afternoon. I just got home from school. Mom still wasn't
home from work. She usually got home around 4:30pm. There weren't any notes
on the refrigerator for stuff to take out of the freezer so I guessed we
might be going out for dinner.


I went to my room after putting Crow outside to take care of his personal
business stuff. You could tell the days were starting to get shorter and we
were having cooler nights.


I fired up the computer and checked my email. Nothing from Daniel and one
from Tom. He wanted to know if I could come by work for something to eat. I
quickly emailed him back that I didn't know what mom wanted yet but would
call him as soon as I knew. I fired off a reply quickly since I thought he
might be leaving soon for work.


One night at dinner this week mom asked me how I knew Tom. I told her we
met in a chat room on Compuserve, she never pressed it beyond that. I heard
the special Woof outside my bedroom window so I went to the kitchen to let
in Crow and emptied the trash in the entire house and emptied the clean
dishes out of the dishwasher as mom pulled into the garage.


R: "Hey mom."


M: "Hi honey." She leaned in giving me a tiny kiss on the cheek. Which I
wiped off when she rounded the corner heading for her bedroom.


I should explain our house. We live in a nice place with a stone exterior
and black shingle roof. Probably the nicest/largest house on the street.
We have a two car garage and three bedrooms. The house used to be four
bedrooms but the previous owner had one room torn out and made two huge
bath rooms and one lavatory. So her bedroom and mine had their own large
bathrooms. Mine had countertop and sinks for two so I used that space as my
darkroom, modified the door and laid a piece of plywood over part of the
sink and counter as a work surface. I had an enlarger and photo processing
for black and white only. I used it for artsy type photos. I dreamed one
day of being a photo journalist for a newspaper.


My bedroom is about 14x14 with a large window looking out onto the back
yard. Mom's room sees the front, back yard, and neighbors house. The third
room sees the back yard too and the little lavatory has no window. My room
has hardwood floors and navy blue walls and a white ceiling. And it has a
small walk-in closet.


I have a dresser with mirror, desk, full size bed, and the floor is
littered with socks, underwear, and dog toys. My desk is big with drawers
and a high pressure laminate surface which is almost impossible to
damage. And there's my old laptop and daisywheel printer on a stand. My
phone is mounted on the wall and has a line going right into the
laptop. Mom has almost the same arrangement and a flatbed document scanner.


She disappeared into her room for about a half an hour I could hear the
shower running. I knew she couldn't talk about her job or employer, but
knowing that she had a top-secret clearance what she did protected our
country so I never asked and she never told. I could tell if she got home
upset about something so I would treat her extra nice and we all got along
that way. One hand washes the other she would say. One time when she came
home all upset, I gave her a long back massage too.


Finally she re-appeared in the living room wearing a robe with a towel
around her head and a smile wrapped around her face. Amazing what a nice
long hot shower would do for the spirits. Her bathroom shower had two
spouts and two sets of controls. It was pretty luxurious.


M: "I got a call from the FBI at work today about the guy across the
street."


R: "The FBI?"


M: "Yep, the G-Men. They said it turns out he was wanted by Policia Federal
in Mexico City and the FBI here in the USA as a major drug and weapons
importer and wanted on murder charges in Honduras."


R: "They came to our school warning us about a big problem in Amarillo, I
wonder if that guy was who they were talking about?"


M: "Yep, probably was. From what they told me if Crow had been a human he
might have been cited by the governor of Texas as a hero and possibly
received a reward from the Mexican government."


R: "Can't we still get the reward and spend it on stuff for him?"


M: "Well I asked them to keep it quiet just in case friends of this guy
they called `El Guapo' come looking for the dude that killed their man."


R: "Oh holy crap I never thought about that. Are we safe here?"


M: "They told me they were going to report his death as being caused by his
pistol mis-firing shooting himself in the neck instead of shooting his
victim."


R: "Oh my God! Do we need to move?"


M: "They're saying because of their monitoring of highways heading north
from the border they pretty much know what's going on before they get here
which is why you were told in school before the guy moved in across the
street."


R: "Wow, that's freaky.  I knew Crow was watching from the window when we
pulled up after the movie. We were just sitting in his moms car talking
about stuff when this guy walked up telling us we couldn't park there and
he got really mad really fast and he sounded very drunk and angry. Next
thing there was a huge crash and I saw a black blur so I ran for the house
to call 911 and that was pretty much it."


M: "That's it huh?"


R: "Yep. That's exactly what happened."


M: "So how was the movie?"


R: "Um, it wasn't as good as Lethal Weapon 2. We talked about leaving
during the movie."


M: "You know Robert I can tell when you're lying. You forget I've known you
since the day you were born. I know the signs."


R: "I swear mom that's what happened, honest."


M: "Well young man I know there's a big hole in your story and I want you
to tell me what you're hiding. I am your mother not the school
principal. We are supposed to be on the same team you know."


R: "Right mom. I know."


M: "Robbie, sit down with me for a bit will you honey?"


I followed her into the TV room. We have this huge leather sofa and
matching recliners. She sat at one end I sat in the middle. Sort of like
when I was a little kid and I would snuggle next to her and watch
cartoons. She rubbed my back as I sat staring at my knees and pretending to
read the magazines on the coffee table.


M: "Robbie I love you, you know that right?


 I kept my mouth shut while she rubbed my back and shoulders.


M: "Honey I know you're gay. It's fine with me. I love you just the same. I
just want you to be honest with me, okay?"


It felt like a spear was thrust into my chest. I could hardly breathe. I
stood up quickly and walked across the room shutting off the TV. It was the
only thing that I thought I could do just then. I turned to look her in the
eyes. I was starting to tear-up.


R: "How did...."


M: "Robbie honey I'm your mother. Nobody knows you as well as I know
you. I've known for years. I was waiting for you to figure out you could
trust me enough to tell me in your own words."


R: "Okay. What else?"


M: "Nothing's changed. Now you can be honest with me, okay?"


R: "How'd you know?"


M: "Someday you might have kids of your own then you will know. It's too
complex to put into simple words in one conversation. Parents just know."


R: "Okay. I wasn't ready for this but I guess, it's over now."


M: "What's over?"


R: " I don't know. I need time to think about this. That's all."


M: "I want you to know I've known you were gay for *years* now. I was just
waiting for you to get the strength to tell me in your own words. But this
new friend of yours and things with the FBI and Crow I just wanted you to
know I am here for you, just like as if it was 45 minutes ago still and you
thought I didn't know. Nothing has changed except now you're free at home
to be your real self. That's it! Can you see that honey?"


R: "I need to think about it."


M: "That's fine. Go talk to Crow for a while, okay?"


R: "Hell Mom now you also know I talk to Crow?"


M: "Robbie, the insulation in our home isn't studio grade you know. You'd
be surprised what I can hear in my room."


I had heard about all I cared to from her so I walked to my room and
slammed the door.  I laid on my bed staring at my feet and noticed the lack
of the huge black dog next to my knees. I got up walked to the door, opened
the door. There was the gigantic black dog looking me in the eye tail
slowly swaying side to side. He lowered his head and walked to the bed,
stepped up on and laid in his spot. I closed the door and took my spot.


He laid there staring at me. I sat there with my back against the headboard
and the wall behind it. He watched me patiently.


He snorted like a mini dog sneeze. I looked up at him. He wagged his
tail. I started to cry. He lowered his chin onto my legs just above my
ankle. I cried. Crow moved up to my side and laid his head in my lap and
snuggled-in close to my side.


My phone rang. It was Tom. I tried to force myself to stop and talk
normally but he could tell something was wrong. I told him I was force-ably
outed by my mom. He gasped. We talked for almost two hours.


Tom had been through it too but way back in 5th grade before he even knew
what sex was or what his dick was for. We agreed to get together at my
house Saturday night.


I took Crow out for a walk around 10pm. I was in bed by 11pm. Slept all
night after going to bed without dinner.


Saturday morning.


Got up around 7am and got ready for work. I already knew what I was doing
at work today. We had no volunteer or intern so I was on dog kennel duty
today. I spent nine hours cleaning cages, walking dogs and cleaning poop. I
love dogs, which makes that job tolerable. The kennel dogs know I am a dog
person, they can just tell, I don't know how but they know I am an ally.


I got home around 4:30pm and hit the shower. I emailed Tom. He arrived
around 5pm. Mom was home. This was the first time we were all together,
post-outing. When he came in the front door Crow met him by rapidly jumping
up and placing a small lick on the tip of his nose. Like a surgical strike
in an high-tech war, the lick was placed in a flash before he had the
chance to be startled. It was kiss and affection by stealth by a very
motivated and non stealthy great dane.


After he nailed Tom in the hallway just inside our front door I explained
the motive and meaning of the `attack' while Crow stood by watching. Crow
understood what I was telling him so he walked away contented that his
message was delivered. If Crow hadn't already put his K9 seal of approval
on Tom, Crow wouldn't have risked his life diving through our living room
window to save Tom from the guy across the street in the first place. But
if that had been me he tried to stab instead of Tom then the guy might have
died a more horrific and painful death in the grip of one pissed-off great
dane. Crow might be lazy and spoiled and all that but if you tried to hurt
me anywhere he could see it happen your life expectancy would suddenly
plummet to less than a few seconds I think. Maybe less.


R: "Tom, I know we all met at the hospital but these are different
circumstances, let me introduce you, this is Lisa Davis. Mom this is Tom
Riley."


T: "Mrs Davis." He said offering his hand to mom.


M: "Please call me Lisa or Mom, please? At age 37 I'm too young to be a
misses anything I think? She said with a chuckle grabbing his hand
returning a brief shake.


T: "Fine mom it is."  He said as their hands dropped.


M: "You know Robbie is all I....  never mind. Have you eaten son?"


T: "No ma'am. And yes I am hungry."


M: "Okay, let's get in my car and go eat."


Tom and I smiled at each other and did a high five. Crow stood by with tail
wagging knowing he was about to be left out but happy that his pack was
happy.


Tom turned to Crow, dropped to his knees, threw his arms around the dog
that saved his life and violently bulldozed the dog into the TV room where
the huge wrestling match started. It got out of hand quickly but nothing
got broken. Nobody in my family would wrestle with Crow full contact
hands-on but Tom would and Crow LOVED it.


Crow practically flew around the room trying not to get pinned in a
wrestling move. Tom worked trying to grab his lower legs to flip him onto
his side while Crow tried to stay airborne as well as a 150lb great dane
who can't fly could. Eventually Tom plowed Crow into the side of the sofa,
lifted two dog legs and rolled him onto his side winning the match, or so
he thought.


Crow ran to the far side of the TV room back legs straight, front legs down
to almost laying on the floor. Dog butt in the air, tail wagging, tongue
hanging out red as blood, eyes wide open like a dog poised to attack. Tom
jumped to his feet, made his hands like monster claws, bent over at the
waist, and screamed a monster like cry at the great dane. Crow lunged right
at his head knocking Tom onto the sofa tipping the sofa back into the wall
with a loud thud. Tom grabbed his ear I could see blood between his
fingers. I turned to look at Crow. He was standing back across the room,
mouth shut tail wagging.


Mom came to the room to see what all the noise was about.


M: "What the hell?"


R: "I think Crow just won the battle."


Tom sat on the sofa holding his ear with a few drops of blood oozing
between two of his fingers. Mom handed him a kleenex. She had him take his
hand away. Blood was coming from a cut in his ear lobe where his ear ring
was.  Tom looked on the floor seeing the backing of his ear ring. We all
looked at Crow who was across the room in his starting position, tail
wagging rapidly side to side. He was staring down Tom seriously. Tom
refused to look back.


While we were looking at the dog he opened his mouth and out dropped the
rest of Tom's tiny diamond earring. It landed on the hardwood TV room floor
with a loud TICK. We all started laughing. Crow's tail started wagging
faster. I gave him the hand signal for GOOD BOY and another for GO TO
BED. He trotted off into our room without any further action.


We tended to the wounded Tom and gave him back his undamaged earring and
admonished him from now on to let the great dane win. An ice cube and a few
paper towels later the bleeding was stopped and the earring back in
place. Mom was on the phone making dinner reservations. We climbed into her
car and drove downtown near Fillmore and 7th Ave to a mom and pop mexican
restaurant she really liked. They had a live band and a line out the
door. We had a table waiting. I think she knew the owner. While we were
eating I explained to Tom why nobody in the family would wrestle with Crow,
he didn't like to lose. We all learned it the hard way like he just
did. Tom smiled and said he'd probably not try it again.


We were home by 9pm. Tom and I went to my room after we walked Crow. I let
him hold the leash after a brief training speech about the dangers of
walking an animal large enough to take a human life. It was a combination
of respect and control. We walked and talked for a long time. Crow stayed
between us leaning into me as if pretending I actually had the leash. I
know this meant little to Tom but it was very important to Crow. He wasn't
ready to bow to Tom. In fact Crow hadn't yet begun to teach Tom how much he
thought he ruled the house. We had a really nice walk and conversation. I
noticed Tom had a slight hispanic accent and also a slight gay accent too.


We returned home around 10pm. Crow was enthusiastic and walking with a
prance the whole time. What a show-off I thought. We went into my room and
turned on the radio. I warned Tom that mom could hear stuff from my room so
keep the voice down. We laid side by side talking for an hour before the
subject of when he had to be home came-up.


I got up the courage to ask him to see his knife wound scar. Tom unbuttoned
his pants pulled out his shirt and spread his pants at the zipper to show
the little scar on his lower stomach. It was smaller than I remembered. He
had a nice smooth tummy, hairless, and a deep wide inny bellybutton. He was
wearing black boxers under his jeans with a tan short sleeve button down
shirt. His stomach was flat and inviting. Never been there before but my
dick got hard like in less than five seconds.


Then I heard the clickety click of dog nails on the hallway floor outside
my bedroom door. I looked at Tom and said, "Crow wants in." He never said a
thing. So I climbed out of bed opened the door and let the dog in. Closed
and locked the door behind him. Crow walked up onto the bed into my spot
and laid down rather quickly. I walked up to the bed staring at the dog who
looked back at me with the cow eyes and wagging tail.


R: "Sorry boy, Tom is in your spot."


Crow looked at me then at Tom then back at me pretending to not understand
what I said, but I knew he understood exactly what to do.


R: "Crow, you need to lay next to the wall down there and make a small spot
for yourself."


Crow stood up on the bed, stepped over Tom laying between his legs and the
wall, walked two circles and collapsed into the wall with his legs folded
under him squeezing between Tom's legs and the wall, then looked at Tom
then me.


R: "Good boy."


T: "Does he understand everything you tell him like that?"


R: "Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Depends on how motivated he is. He can be
very stubborn and play stupid when he wants to. Depends on his mood. He can
also be the laziest creature on earth. I have no idea what they were
thinking when they created the Great Dane breed. From what I can see all
they are good for is napping and watching TV. I swear."


We both laughed staring at Crow while he laid there unable to wag his tail
because it was underneath him. "He's upset because he can't wag his tail."


T: "How do you know that?"


R: "He just told me."


T: "Wow. You guys have great communication skills."


R: "Well I know him really well I bottle fed him since the day he was
born. We're here to protect and help each other. What he did to protect you
is only a small sample of what he's capable of if he wants to."


T: "Holy crap. You know I never saw him the entire night that happened. He
moved so fast it was like a big black blur swooped down on that guy, like
the angel of death. I wonder if he even saw it coming."


R: "Well he was facing the house when he stabbed you then the window
shattered so I think yes, he had about two seconds to regret what he had
done and prepare to die. Two seconds. Crow probably went from standing to
40mph in less than one second when he went through the window, then maybe a
few strides when he hit that guy at full speed, teeth right into this
throat. It was probably like getting hit in the throat with a baseball bat.
The FBI told my mom there were four teeth marks on his throat, meaning he
clamped down and let go in an instant, so it was mostly the impact on the
throat that killed him more than the bite, the blood gushing into his
airway finished him off but he would have suffocated to death
anyway. Creepy just thinking about it isn't it. And to think this gentle
giant has slept with me since the day he was born. All the while possessing
the means to end my life but everyday deciding not to."


T: "Never thought about it before, sort of like keeping a black bear in the
house. Big enough to kill you if it ever got the idea to. Treat him with
respect and he returns it with respect too. Neat."


R: "Yep. That's what we do. Two way respect. He's never been spanked or hit
or anything violent, except playing. But he likes that."


T: "Yeah, until he loses!"


R: "Like they said in Star Wars, Let the Wookie win. Except in this case
it's a great dane instead."


T: "So you two are really close?"


R: "Yep, sometimes yes, sometimes no. He sets the rules really. Part of our
agreement."


T: "I think I understand. So how does he feel about me?"


R: "He likes you. He likes you because I like you, he just mirrors what he
sees in my body language. We're like a two-dog pack. I'm the alpha, he's #2
ready to take the number one spot if I fall."


T: "You think he knows we're gay?"


R: "Yes, he knows something's wrong, he doesn't get it, but he's willing to
go along as long as I'm not endangered. I'm sure he knows we're both boys
like him, and I think dogs are naturally hetero so I'm sure he understands
what's going on between us."


T: "Wow. Is it safe for me to be on your bed you think?"


R: "Perfectly as long as you don't attack me, even then I think he would
overlook some amount of violence thinking it was a game at first. You might
be able to quickly kill me, he wouldn't understand at first I think."


T: "Wow. Dog brains! Who knew. I've never had a dog and now I owe my life
to one. Weird!"


Tom laid his head down on the other pillow that really belongs to the
dog. Crow laid still, eyes closed with his nose next to Tom's foot. We were
quiet for a while.


R: "So what time do you need to be home?"


T: "She said midnight, but I can call. Let me use your phone."


I handed him the phone and dialed his home number for him then got to my
knees next to the bed.


T: "Ola mommy. I'm at Robertos casa. We just got home with his mom from
dinner downtown can I spend the night here? Si, I know. Si. No, none of
that. Yep. Okay. Esta fine mommy. 7am right. Gracias madre. Adios." He
handed me the phone with a smile.


R: "I take it that was good news?"


T: "She said I can stay here until 7am, so set your alarm now, okay?"


I turned to my table, set the alarm and turned it on. The other red spot
went on next to the 1.


T: "Does you mom mind?"


R: "I have no idea we'll just do it and see how she reacts. I know she
can't kill me, Crow won't let her."


We both laughed.


Then I did something I never imagined myself doing. I stood up and slowly
took off my clothes right in front of Tom. I started with my socks, then my
jeans, then my underwear, then my shirt. He looked me over from head to
knees and smiled patting the spot on the bed where I was laying earlier.


I laid on the bed on my side facing Tom with a huge dripping boner. He
unbuttoned his shirt but stayed where he was. Then he undid his pants
button and unzipped them too then laid back spreading his shirt. I turned
away hitting the switch to shut off the lights. There was some light coming
in from my window from the neighbors patio lights.


I leaned over laying my hand on the center of his chest. I could feel it
was warm and smooth. I could feel it go up and down with his breathing. He
looked me in the eyes.  I slid my hand down to his stomach to check out his
wide deep inny bellybutton. I ran my fingers over the top to feel the
smooth hairless skin. Then I gently dipped the end of my pinky finger deep
into his belly button and never felt the bottom, then up the side and back
onto his belly.


I moved my hand back up the center of his chest then over until my fingers
encountered one of his nipples. They were like mine, soft-squishy, puffy,
lickable, oval, and maybe a tiny bit larger. I gently rubbed just the tips
of two fingers over his right nipple feeling it's warmth and smoothness as
if it was a satin pillow that begged for massage. He closed his eyes and
took in a deep breath. He smiled. I smiled.


I leaned over and took his left nipple into my mouth and suckled like Crow
had done to the bottle years ago. I nursed and started to feel my own
saliva collect in my mouth under my tongue so I swallowed it pretending it
was his milk. My dick turned to steel, a dripping steel pipe.


I slid my hand down his belly to his underwear, then slowly lower where I
felt his boner over the top of my fingers, I had moved below his dick. The
side of my hand encountered his pubes first then the base of his hard
dick. I pulled my hand back and raised it moving forward gently taking his
dick into my right hand. He was rock hard and hot. I slid my hand up and
down his length. He was about the same as me. Just under six inches, cut,
hard dripping, ready to fire. I slowly slid my hand up and down his shaft.


Tom moved his hands grabbing the sides of his pants sliding them to just
below his ass exposing fully his crotch and the growing wet spot below the
head of his dick which was aiming right at his bellybutton. I slid my hand
up and down gaining some speed he whimpered and twitched his hips a little.


Out of no where he turned his upper body grabbing the sides of my head
pressing his mouth into mine, ramming his tongue first into my lips then
into my mouth. Our tongues met in a wrestling match. He pulled off, said
"keep on stroking just like that, don't stop." So I re-started the stroke
as he pushed his lips into mine and ran his hands on the sides of my
head. I could feel his hips humping, he whimpered into my mouth a couple of
times then I felt a spray of warm fluid all over my hand, arm, stomach and
chest, as he came all over the two of us and slowly stopped moving his
tongue inside my mouth. Our breathing slowed and he eventually fell back
laying his head on the other pillow.


I moved my hand back up to his chest smearing cum the whole way and
continued to play with his right nipple for a time. Then I laid back onto
my pillow and felt his cum slowly starting to drip off my stomach and
arm. We never moved. I think within a few minutes we were all asleep.


We slept all night like that.


The alarm went off at 6am. I got up to let Crow out. I had no clothes on
but I walked him to the bedroom door, down the hallway to the kitchen, out
the kitchen door. Closed the door and saw mom sitting at the table. "How
was your night?" She asked. I knew she had already seen me nude and had so
many times in my life it was nothing new to her.


R: "Tom's leaving for home soon." She kept quiet. I stood in the kitchen
still nude with a semi hard dick waiting on Crow. He returned to the door,
I let him in. He went to the utility room to eat and drink. I went back to
the bedroom and closed the door.


Back in my room Tom was sitting on the side of the bed getting dressed. I
marveled at his body. He was built a lot different from me. He had actual
chest muscles and an actual bellybutton. Unfortunately he put his shirt on
and stood up signaling he was ready to leave. I stepped aside allowing him
to the door. He walked into me and kissed me on the lips, reached down and
gave my dick a nice hug by hand, then opened the door and walked to the
front door. We exchanged goodbyes and he walked out the door alone. I
closed it and locked it behind him then walked into the kitchen still nude
with a semi-hard on.


M: "You know Robbie you have a nice body but I don't think you should be
walking around the house with your half hard dick hanging out."


Her words startled me, she had never voiced any complaints about my
occasional nudity before. I walked past her to inspect the dog bowls to
make sure he had plenty of food and water. All was fine in the elevated
bowl department. I went back to the cabinet, got out two pop tarts, dropped
them into the toaster and stood by waiting staring at the side of my mom's
head. She turned looking me from foot to head stopping briefly to visually
inspect my dick.


M: "Are you still a virgin?"


R: "Yes mother I'm still a virgin."


M: "Is he a virgin?"


R: "No he lost that years ago."


M: "Has he ever been tested?"


R: "I'll ask him but I don't think he's been around enough to catch
anything."


M: "You better ask and get it done if the answer is no. You can get tested
at the hospital for free you know? Just go to the ER and ask."


R: "Thanks mom."


Then the toaster popped and the food was hot and ready. I grabbed them
carefully and went back to my room where they both disappeared within one
minute.


I grabbed the cum splattered bed spread off my bed and walked back past my
mom into the utility room dropping it into the basket of colored items then
returned to my room closing the door. I laid on my bed grabbed my dick and
jerked off cuming all over my stomach and chest.


`Yes mom, I'm still a virgin.' I thought to myself.


I got up to get clean underwear out of my dresser then walked to my door,
opened the door walking down the hallway to my bathroom door meeting my mom
part way. She clearly saw the cum puddles all over my stomach and my fully
erect dick sticking straight out pointing at her, but never said a word,
like always.


I took a shower and went back to my room to fire up the computer and write
another page to Mr Levinthal trying to explain the changes over the past
two weeks at home. I left out the part of parading around the house nude
and my mom seeing my boner with cum all over my stomach like it was just
another day. She could probably smell it too.


Someday I should taste my cum to see what I taste like, just in case...


Chapter 4 is up next.


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