Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2012 01:01:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: How I Lost My Virginity part-7

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

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How I Lost My Virginity - by Boris Chen. Chapter 7. Saturday December 25,
1993


Tom and his mom were in Oklahoma at his grandparents house for Christmas
but they were supposed to be home on the 25th, hoping to find open gas
stations along I-40. Mom asked me what I wanted to do for Christmas break,
including going back to the gulf coast. I told her I wanted to stay home,
just the three of us for the holiday, no big production, just a quiet
dinner at home.


Turns out our plan to stay home was a good idea. A large winter storm blew
in from the Pacific then followed I-40 across the western USA dumping heavy
rains in Las Vegas, two feet of snow in Flagstaff and Albuquerque, and
forecasted foot of snow in Amarillo and on east into Oklahoma. The storm
was forecast to turn north-ish heading for the great lakes.


Tom and Maria would be driving right into it. They were out of internet
contact and had no mobile phone. I hoped they were keeping an eye on the
weather news. He told me they were supposed to be home around 5-6pm on the
25th, so I stayed in my room to wait for his call or email on Compuserve.


The night of the 25th arrived. We decided to dress up for dinner. I wore my
sport coat, white shirt and tie. Mom wore a low-cut dress that exposed more
cleavage than I cared to see. Crow wore a small red bow tie and a smile.


We had turkey with all the rest of the stuff, pie, mashed potatoes, gravy,
green beans, bread, salad, coffee, water, white wine. We stuffed ourselves
even with a small bird.


We rented a movie and sat close side by side to watch Schindler's
List. After it was over we finished cleaning the kitchen making it look
like nothing ever happened there. I gave mom her gift and her mine after
the movie. I think we both sort of forgot about that because we are doing
stuff for each other all year long anyway.


Mom got me a packet of tickets for the theaters at the mall. I gave her a
long handled snow scraper for her car, and slippers for her perpetually
cold feet.


I went to my room to explore Compuserve looking to see if there was an
Amarillo Community College forum or a national journalism forum, I joined
both. There was still no word from Tom. They were now three hours late
getting home. My stomach was starting to get upset with worry that they
were stranded on the highway. We already had about seven inches of snow in
our driveway.


I walked Crow to the ball field in the falling snow. He thought it was the
best thing. His energy running on the field was really funny to watch. It's
hard to think of a dog as having a sense of humor or seeking just plain old
silly fun, but Crow certainly did. I gave up on throwing the ball because
it was too hard to find, so we just played chase-the-great-dane instead.


He ate snow and ran around like a crazy dog almost trying to slip and fall
in the soft new snow. The weather forecast for tomorrow was for sunshine so
this snow would be gone by this time tomorrow. We made the best of it. He
finally got worn out, we walked straight home in the falling snow. It was
very quiet outside. I never saw any cars on the roads. Amarillo was snow
covered, I think everyone must be in bed with full stomachs.


I got back home, Crow had already eaten turkey with us and a few bites of
his dog food too. We made him a plate setting it on a chair at the table so
he could eat with us. I would have put the plate on the floor but the vet
said we should never feed a great dane on the floor because it could cause
deadly stomach problems. I had to scrub the chair and floor around it when
he was done. Danes are notoriously sloppy eaters.


By 10pm I was back in my room still keeping watch for emails from Tom. They
were now almost five hours late. Finally at 10:24pm I got an email, he said
he was home. He said they got stuck on the highway near Shamrock due to a
bad wreck on I-40 and sat in stopped traffic for almost three hours. There
were fire trucks, helicopters, wreckers, police, and hazmat teams all over
the place.


I emailed him back asking if he could come over tomorrow evening. He never
replied.


I went to sleep that night with Crow by my legs like every other night. But
when I woke up around 1am I realized I had a dream that was a lot like some
others I've been having for a few years now.


In my dream I am wandering into an old Indian encampment. There are teepees
all over the area just like in the movies. Smoke coming from some. Horses
tied up. Dogs running around scavenging. It looks like it's something from
long ago because there's no sign of modern civilization.


I walk into one teepee and sit at a small fire in the center where there is
one older Indian man. His face is weather worn, wrinkled, dark skinned,
dark eyes, long hair pulled back in a ponytail. He reaches to take my hand
as if he wants to hold mine but I don't seem to understand what he wants,
it's frustrating and confusing.


The old indian obviously a wise man tells me his name is Soaring Crow. He
seems to want me to feel at home and comfortable with him, but I still feel
like I don't understand why he's invading my dreams. But if this is just a
dream, why is it so fucking real? And if it's a vision, why do they only
come when I'm sleeping?


We sit by the fire in his teepee with the deerskin floor and painted walls,
we are strangers but it feels like we have a history with each other.


Soaring Crow looks into my eyes and I start to feel less afraid. I turn my
eyes back to the wood coals in the fire and become drawn into their warmth
and glow. Outside the teepee I hear the approach of thunder and the sound
of rain on the buffalo skins. Then I wake up to find my dog laying by my
side sound asleep.


 This is not the first time I have met this indian in my sleep. I just
don't get it. Maybe I'm going crazy. Maybe I should still be going to see
the counsellor.


 I got an email from Tom Saturday morning asking me if I could come to his
place instead tonight. I asked mom for the car, she said yes. I asked if I
could bring Crow over, Tom said okay. Crow doesn't ride in the car much so
I put a long beach towel over the back seat, put him inside then drove
over. All the snow was gone off the roads, only a few piles near the
streets were left.


I got to his place around 6pm. He never mentioned dinner but we ended up
sitting down in their kitchen for another Christmas dinner of Mexican food,
build your own taco or burrito and two pies and some ethnic Mexican
music. They spoke blend of spanish and english to each other but fluent
english to me. It was nice to see the cultural blend. I negotiated a plate
of food for Crow, who had never had Mexican anything, except for a face
lick to Tom.


By 7pm we were done eating, kitchen cleaned, we went to their family room
where Crow got all excited. As he moved around the room sniffing his tail
started knocking things off tables, which caused him to spin around to see
what happened which caused more stuff to get knocked to the floor including
a tall plastic glass of tea his mom had sitting out. They were obviously
not accustomed to having a very tall 150lb dog in their house.


While Tom and I hustled to move stuff out of harm's way and clean up the
messes he made, Crow spun around in front of Tom cracking his crotch with
his tail, which sent Tom to the floor grabbing his balls moaning in pain
while his mom and I laughed. Crow stood by wondering how Tom got
hurt. Maria started calling Crow, Marmaduke after that. I didn't think it
was as funny as she did. Crow has no idea what that means. I wanted to ask
her to stop but kept my mouth shut.


By 8pm we were in his room, Crow up on the bed trying to be small curled up
into a tight coil of dog while we sat around him on his full size
mattress. We talked about stuff, he told me about his time with the
grandparents in Oklahoma and the snowy ride home. He said they watched the
news and saw the weather advisories and decided to leave earlier but it
wasn't enough. When they first hit the road there was no snow but by the
time they got to the state line it was heavy and wet and the traffic slowed
to a crawl. Then about the wreck and how they were maybe a half mile back
in stopped vehicles on the highway while they worked to clear the wreck.


Tom lit a candle and unbuttoned his shirt all the way down, which made me
hot. He knew how much I loved looking at his upper body. Tom walked to me
and started to un-do my shirt too. Before long we were in a tangle of boy
bodies trying to get as much of each other touched and licked as well as
shared with the other. For a time we laid head to groin just because we
missed the flavor and feel of each others boner so much.


We ended up only jerking each other off that night, I had to be home by
midnight. We planned for time together Sunday. I was home by 11:30pm. Mom
was already in bed. Crow and I were asleep by midnight. We didn't play
tennis that night, instead he did his stuff in his own back yard.


Sunday I was up around 8am. Mom was already up in her robe and new slippers
in the kitchen drinking coffee and eating toast with jam. I had some Apple
Jacks and coffee too. Crow did his stuff in the back yard then ate near us
at his elevated feeding station in the utility room. After eating he joined
us resting his head on the counter, sniffing what was being eaten and
trying to look pathetic.


I asked mom if Tom could come over today, she said okay. I went to my room
emailing Tom if he could drive over. He replied that he worked today with
his mom (they both worked at Star's Drive-In where she was part owner
too). Around 6pm he came over smelling like restaurant. I offered to let
him use the shower, he smiled and accepted. He walked out of my room
heading down the hallway to the bathroom door. I put his clothes in the
washer just to be nice.


A few moments later I heard the shower water come on. I waited about three
minutes then walked to the bathroom too. I entered silently without
knocking. Mom's bedroom door was closed, so she was in bed reading or
sleeping. I silently slipped out of my clothes then into the back of the
shower to Tom's surprise.


He had soapy hair but I think he was done with the rest of his body. He
stepped backwards into the hot stream rinsing the soap from his hair while
I watched. I admired his wet shiny body and all his upper body muscles. My
dick was already sticking straight out. His was also pointing straight at
me. Seconds later we were in an embrace, mouths smashed together, water
running over our shoulders. Eyes closed. We both seemed to disappear from
our world and into a warm wet dark world of passion and a huge thirst for
sexual release.


Our dicks were pressed between our bellies while we sucked face. Tom
mumbled into my mouth that he missed me. I made a barely understandable "uh
huh" back inside his mouth. We pressed our faces into each others shoulders
and twisted side to side a little in the warm water. I slowly raised my
hands to his chest and pushed off, stepped out of the shower, grabbed the
vaseline, rubbed one finger tip over my hole and returned to `planet warm
love' in the shower.


We kissed briefly, then I turned to face the back wall of the tub leaning
the wall, spreading my feet. Tom approached from behind, grabbing his boner
rubbing it between my cheeks, finding my spot and slowly inserted
himself. I leaned over a little more easing his entrance. Finally he hit
home and buried himself deep inside me. I stood back straight into the wall
he grabbed my chest from behind and started riding me. First he went
slowly, then picked-up speed. His hands then were on my sides above my hips
as he worked me from behind.


Tom suddenly shifted his arms to my shoulders and rammed himself in me hard
and held still while his dick pulsated deep inside my space. That was a
feeling I adored almost as much as I longed to eat his entire body. I loved
that he was pumping his seed deep inside me, I could feel the passion, the
animal attraction, the beastly energy, the drive and energy in his hispanic
DNA, the love in his heart. Wow! I almost got all emotional.


Tom pulled out then turned me around planting his puffy red lips into
mine. We sucked face until the water started to cool off. I pulled away
quickly knowing we were about to get frozen so I quickly shut off the water
and coaxed him out of the tub so I could get us towels. We walked nude but
dry back to my room, closed and locked the door. The rest of the house was
mostly dark.


Crow was in my bed sprawled out on his side, knowing he would have to move
because Tom was over. It was his way of showing Tom that he had seniority
and territory control, but that message was wasted on Tom who didn't speak
dog body language.


Tom sat on the edge of the bed, I stood in the room and slowly dropped my
towel to the floor. My room was dimly lit by one small lamp on my desk. I
walked to him offering him my boner, he took me in his mouth and worked it
like his life depended on it. I didn't last long, maybe two minutes. I came
into his mouth, he took every drop. About one minute after the end of my
orgasm he slowly pulled off my dick trying to work the last partial drop
out of the head of my dick, licked it off, looked up to smile at me. I
placed my hands on the sides of his face, leaned down and kissed him, then
offered him the warm bottled water off my desk I keep there for just such
occasions. He guzzled the whole thing.


We turned on the radio and laid on the bed naked just talking about his
days in Elk City for Christmas at his grandparents. He said his father's
family were all in Chicago and they really had very little contact since
his dad died years ago in a car wreck, also on I-40 when he was in 6th
grade. I got up to put his clothes into the dryer. We talked longer, then I
got him his laundered work clothes. I watched with great pleasure as he
slowly got dressed, shirt on last and slowly at that!


I got him back in his car and headed east for home by 10:45pm. Back to my
room I asked Crow if he wanted to go play tennis. For some reason I was
filled with energy. We ran to the baseball diamond. Crow ran and chased the
ball in the dark and cold. I stood smiling watching him.


I think I'm in love.



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