Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2012 07:46:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: how I lost my virginity. Part-9

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How I Lost My Virginity - by Boris Chen. Chapter 9. Mid February 1994.


I hate February in Amarillo. Everything is brown and dead. Everyone is
tired of winter. Days of clouds and cold. Windy. Everything is
dirty. Everyone gets grumpy.


I did manage to have polite conversation with Bethany about senior prom. We
decided what we were going to wear, who was paying, where to rent tuxes,
and where we might go after prom. This year they moved prom up to further
from the end of the semester, into early March, it was about three weeks
from now. I found out that Daniel was taking Carlos but going as two single
guys. They didn't want to end up in the parking lot with broken noses or
worse.


Finals for this semester are next week, Tuesday through Friday. We're
getting report cards the following week Thursday. I find it hard to believe
in these days of computerized testing that it takes so long to calculate
student grades and print report cards (sheets of greenbar tractor feed
paper).


I did my usual email advising my friends I was in seclusion until finals
were done. I wanted to maintain my grades and stay in good graces of my
mother, I think there was a car in jeopardy if I let my grades slip.


The days were spent reviewing my notes and highlighting in text books for
all my classes, except gym. I think the coach hated me because no matter
what I did I could not get an A in gym. Sure I was skinny, pale, with arms
like a girl, I think they suspected my sexuality and were just being
ignorant gay haters. Well fuck them I thought. Mom was on my side that's
what mattered.


On Wednesday of finals week I got this weird email from Tom. He said he
only worked one shift during finals and there was this geezer dude who kept
staring at him and grabbed his crotch when he walked up to take his
order. Tom said he about screamed when it happened but he stayed quiet and
just pushed the guys hand off his dick, which instantly started to get hard
involuntarily. Tom turned to hide his reaction and walked off quickly to
get the order to the kitchen, then went to the staff bathroom to wash his
face and stall for a minute or two to lose his wood. He pee'd, washed his
hands and returned to work with this guy eagle-eyeing him the whole time.


When geezers food was ready and Tom delivered it to the table the guy
grabbed his wrist after he set down his plate and pulled him towards him
but stopped short of anything else. Tom said he smiled and yanked his hand
from the guys grip and walked away mad as hell this time. When it came time
for him to pay, Tom said he the guy reached over and rubbed his pants over
the zipper a few times while he asked about carry out service. Tom stood
still and let the geezer touch him, then left. After the guy left he found
a $50 bill as a tip! Never saw the guy before or after. Tom said he thought
he was a transient from I-40 who made his way into town.


After finals were over we discussed plans. Tom said he knew of a party only
one block from his house at a girls house. He said she was a known fag-hag
and might have a bunch of party boys and maybe some beers so we planned on
him picking me up and spending the night at his place. Mom would have a
hard time saying no because of my report of expecting an almost total A
report card which was due next week. She looked sickly.


Saturday morning I was in the kitchen talking to Mom who looked like crap
in her robe, sunken eyes, cough, messed-up hair, pale, sweaty. I kept my
distance and got plans organized on the kitchen phone which mom could hear,
making her less suspicious we were planning something devious.


I took a nap with Crow, then got up around 4pm. I let him into the back
yard to do his personal stuff, then I made sure he had plenty of food and
water and headed for the driveway just in time to see Tom drive around the
corner and down my street. I walked to the curb and climbed into the front
seat in his mom's car. We made our way to the 7-11 on 34th St to get chips
and cokes for the party then headed for his place.


I was a bit apprehensive since I was going to a party for another high
school where the only person I knew was Tom and he would know everyone. He
assured me there would be no rednecks or fights, but maybe some dope and
alcohol.


Around 7pm we walked three blocks to find a house full of teens, a stereo
blasting, the TV on VH-1 and the smell of cigarettes and dope in the air. I
counted eleven other bodies. There were seven girls and four boys then the
two of us. At first I thought it was just a normal party but when I saw the
people going in the bathroom in couples I think I figured out it was mostly
a lesbian gathering with two nerdy scared boys and one other gay
couple. They sat side by side on the sofa watching TV and kissing once in a
while but nothing serious.


Tom alternated between one of the lesbian couples he seemed to know well
and one of the all alone nerdy boys that sat alone in chairs watching TV
sipping beers. I asked him to make me a drink. He came back with a glass of
some beer, I'm not an expert but I think it was Coor's on tap.


A water pipe was passed around, never saw one of these before. A clear
plastic tube with a bowl for dope and water in the bottom. There was a tiny
hole in the side above the bowl tube. Tom demonstrated. I had only smoked
pot like twice before in my life.


We both took two deep hits off the pipe which made me cough like my mom was
before I left.


The girl whose house this was held at was managing the music which tended
to be on the female side but either way I was starting to get into the
beat. Tom got us a plate of Doritos and decided he had to hand feed me
those and sips of beer while he kneeled between my legs while I sat on the
sofa next to one of those nerdy boys who didn't want to talk to us but kept
on watching what we were doing right next to him. Tom assured me he was
also a senior but he never really talked to him much at school or at work.


When the guy came back from pissing Tom introduced us, "Robbie, this is
Kevin, Kev this is Robbie, he goes to Amarillo High."  Kevin offered his
hand and a nod, "Hey" is all he said looking me in the eye. He was a pale
skinny kid, hard to believe he was a senior. Looked like he never shaved in
his life.


Right after that Tom decided he had to lay his head in my lap. I turned to
Kevin and whispered "he's drunk and stoned." Kevin offered back, "I am too
I think."


R: "How you getting home?"


K: "Walking I think, maybe I'll crash right here on the sofa. Where you
guys going?"


R: "I imagine we're going back to Tom's place."


K: "Cool." He got up again with his empty glass heading for wherever the
keg was sitting. Maybe in the bathtub? I have no idea. I watched as he
walked away. `Nice butt' I thought to myself as I watched him walk away
wondering what he looked like above the waist. Looked like he never worked
out either. Sometimes those skinny boys got really nice bodies too.


While he was gone Tom reached his left hand under my shirt to rub my
stomach. He had his right hand under the side of his face right on my
crotch. It didn't make me hard.


Eventually Kevin came back sitting right next to me while Tom laid his face
in my crotch. Slowly he un-did my jeans button and zipper trying not to be
seen. I had my arms at my sides with one hand on his head. He had his
elbows on my thighs and the side of his face in my lap.


Most of the girls were in the kitchen playing cards, laughing, and hanging
on each other. I caught a glimpse a couple times of some saliva being
exchanged. I thought it was hot watching babes sucking face. Kevin seemed
to be ignoring that show.


Tom's slowness gave me time to think about what I figured he was working
towards, sucking my dick on this sofa in front of God and everyone. I had
time to think about it thinking of how I am around home and the impression
I must have made on Tom as being almost a nudist, so I guess I earned this
one.


Before too many more minutes passed he kneeled upright, twisted around and
gulped down the rest of his beer. Kevin offered to get him a refill, Tom
said `thanks'. I saw he looked really stoned. Kevin got up again and was
gone for another ten minutes. He had to wait his turn for the bathroom to
get more beer from the keg in the tub. I guess that was one way of making a
small keg last longer, put it in the primary bathroom!


While he was gone Tom reached into my pants pulling out my boner and fell
right into my lap ramming my dick into his mouth, deep throating it pushing
his nose into my pubes briefly.  Kevin came back, Tom lifted off to take
his glass and drink several big gulps of cold beers while he held my boner
aiming towards the ceiling, Kevin leaned forward checking out my dick
too. I smiled at him when he looked at me after checking out my
hardware. He never smiled.


Tom went back to working my dick slowly. I think he was mostly using me as
a pacifier not really trying to make me cum. I put one hand on the back of
his head and the other one on the arm of the sofa. Kevin was now
exclusively watching what Tom was doing.


When his mouth got sore Tom pulled off and just laid his head on my thigh
resting my dick against his face over his eyes with my head still aiming at
the ceiling. I looked down, it was shiny wet with his saliva.


The other guy I didn't know who was sitting in the arm chair a few feet
from Tom's legs was also staring at our show. Then the chick whose house we
were at came into the living room glancing at my situation and walking over
to shut off one of the lights by us making it harder for the gawkers to see
and make it a little more romantic.


For a while I think Tom was asleep with his head on my thigh leaning into
my leg with my dripping boner leaning into the bridge of his nose resting
across his eyes like a blindfold. I was really stoned and the room sort of
was spinning a little. I had a hard time focusing on things. I mostly sat
there with a boner, Tom passed out with his face on my leg and my dick
staring upwards dripping pre-cum down the sides.


At one point I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into the top of the
sofa cushion. I woke up sometime later when I felt something rubbing the
head of my dick. I kept my eyes closed guessing Tom was awake and ready for
more. It felt like he was swiping the pre-cum off my boner to slurp it
up. But after a couple minutes I figured out that his two hands were
accounted for already, one holding my nut sack, the other one next to my
thigh on the sofa cushion.


I squinted open my one eye to notice it was Kevin reaching over sampling my
pre-cum. I never said a thing and kept my eyes closed to let him deal with
mess, better than just letting it drip down into my undies and dry
wasted. The more he ate the more I seemed to make.


My dick had been hard now for almost two hours and was starting to
hurt. Tom was still asleep between my legs.


I slowly moved my right hand to grab my dick and slowly pump myself. Kevin
stopped eating my drippings but then re-started when he saw that I kept my
eyes closed. Then it felt like a pair of lips was kissing the head of my
dick, then just lip tip sucking the head of my dick, which was driving me
crazy. I sped up a little, forced myself to relax even more as I felt the
orgasm start.


I could tell it didn't shoot since my underwear was too tight on my balls
but that mystery mouth on my dick swallowed my entire orgasm then
disappeared.


I opened my eyes, turned my head to see Kevin down the rest of his beer and
get up heading for the bathroom. I also saw some of the party guests start
to head for the front door.


I pulled my dick and balls from Tom's hand and stuffed it back into my
pants and tried to wake him up. It took a bit of bouncing and shaking but
eventually he woke up looking around as Kevin returned with another beer
already half gone. I helped Tom to his feet, got our coats and in a flash
we were outside in the cold night air walking back to his house with his
arm over my shoulder leaning heavily into my side.


We got back to his place, inside the kitchen door, down the hallway into
his bedroom. I sat him on the edge of his bed. He looked cross-eyed and
really stoned. I took off his shoes and socks, then un-did his pants and
pulled his shirt off over his head. Then I pushed him backwards onto his
bed and pulled his pants off with his underwear halfway to his knees. I
lifted his legs onto the bed, then took off my clothes and climbed in next
to him, and spooned him from behind the rest of the night so I could feel
his body all I wanted until I fell asleep.




Around 4am he got up to pee by himself. When he got back I was awake
watching so I could admire his body. He dropped to the bed laying on his
back. The room was almost dark. He said "Did I do anything fucked-up at
that party?"


I turned my head and replied, "No, mostly you just fell asleep with my
boner against your nose, but otherwise it was a well behaved bunch."


T: "Good." Then there was a long moment of silence. "Can I tell you
something?"


R: "Yeah, sure."


T: "I think I love you Robbie."


R: "Is this the dope talking?"


T: "Nope. I really mean it. Just took me a while to get to it. I'm not the
girly romantic type you know. Mexican men aren't supposed to say stuff like
that."


R: "Yeah, but you're not really a true Mexican are you?"


T: "No. I'm half German too."


R: "So I guess that sort of makes it all okay then, right?"


T: "Maybe it's my German DNA that loves you enough to say it out loud!"


R: "I don't know how to take that."


T: " I knew I should have kept my mouth shut."


R: "No, it's okay. I think I love you too Tommy."


T: "God, like my mom only called me Tommy when I was a little kid."


R: "Want me to not say it?"


T: "Oh no!, It's not a problem. It was just like a stab from the past is
all, kind of nostalgic."


R: "So all is good then with an occasional tommy then?"


T: "Oh yeah, just the surprise this time, it was like my dad's voice
suddenly. No problem. You can call me Tommy if you like."


R: "I like Tom the most, its the fastest and easiest to say."


T: "Whatever! It matters not to me. Bert."


We both laughed a moment. I leaned in to place a kiss on the side of his
face. He turned to look me in the eye, I could see he needed to tell me
something. So I turned onto my back and he rolled up on his side facing me
then placed his hand on my chest slowly moving it side to side. It felt
really nice.


T: "Did I tell you about the customer at work who stalks me?"


R: "No."


T: "There's this guy who's a regular at Star's. But he doesn't talk much. I
think he's been a customer there since before I started working there. I
think he wants my body. He's old, like I don't know, maybe 40 or
something. He is constantly staring at my entire body. I can feel his eyes
on my ass when he see's me walk past. And a couple times he acted like he
accidentally bumped into me."  R: "So what happened?"


T: " I was in the dining room cleaning up tables and was walking to the
front door when he stood up suddenly as I walked past and grabbed by butt
cheek real quick like. I spun around to glare at him and he just smiled and
stood still smiling back at me. I can't threaten him or anything but I
think he thinks I'm gay and thinks I want him or something, he's kinda
gross."


R: "Wow, that's creepy. Can you do anything?"


T: "I told management and asked her to grab a still frame photo of him off
the security camera system and print it out in case something happens then
we can give it to the cops."


R: "Too bad people have to be that way. I think I would have popped him the
first time he touched me deliberately."


T: "Yeah, well my mom is part owner and there are franchise rules which
we've stretched a lot over the years so she tells me to just stay out of
the dining room when he's there, problem is he shows up and is seated
eating and I'm already in the dining room before I realize he's there."


R: "Oh man, that is so sick. Is that the only guy who's hit on you at
work?"


T: "Oh no. There's others. Mom says it's my butt that attracts them, but I
can't see it like others do."


R: "Well I gotta agree with her on that point, you got a really hot butt. I
could stare at it in your jeans for hours and never get tired of
staring. Sorry!"


T: "I am so screwed! Maybe I should have it removed."


R: "Maybe you should wear an apron that covers your entire waist line or
different pants that dont show you off so well."


T: "Actually the apron idea isn't a bad one, I might try to see if they can
get one. I also had this younger guy, I think he was a truck driver maybe
25 years old we had once a week all last summer. He even asked me if I
wanted to drive to St Louis with him once!"


R: "Oh man! That's wild! What'd you tell him?"


T: "I told him I was too sick to travel, I had cancer and was talking
treatments once a week so I couldn't leave home for that long!"


R: "Why you lying little shit!"


T: "Hey, it's all I could think of in the moment, but it worked, he never
came back. His teeth were like broken and brown too, really gross!"


R: "Are we gonna go back to sleep or stay up now?"


T: "Let's try to sleep a bit more, I got a bit of a headache."


We both stared into each others eyes briefly, blinking on occasion. I'm
sure we were both checking out each others eyes and facial features and
thinking about what we wanted to say but felt reluctant to.


He rolled back over facing away from me. I scooted closer leaning my
forehead into the back of his neck. We got quiet and fell back asleep.


Next time I woke up the sun was up. Tom was right in front of me still
sleeping.  The house was mostly quiet. I got up as slowly as I could trying
not to wake him but I'm sure he was up by the time I put my feet on the
floor. I went to pee and came back to see he was still laying on his side
looking like he was asleep.


I climbed back behind him, Tom stirred a little and smacked his lips a
little. I think he was starting to wake up. I was staring at the back of
his head and neck and one shoulder and his wonderful muscles and the skin
on the upper half of his back.


Tom has the most wonderful skin. So smooth and silky and warm. It's such a
contradiction of realities. He looks muscular and macho but his lips look
like they were built for sucking dick and his eyes are so sexy and
enchanting with his deep dark eyes and thick wide eyebrows. I'm surprised
he doesn't have a line of girls in his front yard every day. I guess I
might know those answers if I attended Caprock High too. Maybe he's like a
total fag at school. I have no way of knowing.


I had been staring at his body for a while and my dick was hard so I
reached down and scooted closer at the waist sliding my dripping boner
between his thighs just below his ass cheeks. He raised his upper leg so I
could insert myself between his thighs. I slowly humped his legs and moved
my upper arm over his body to pull him into me and kiss his shoulder and
neck.


Tom leaned forward, I released my grip. He got a tube off the night stand
by the alarm clock, handed it back to me over his shoulder. I pushed up the
cap, rolled onto my back. My dick was hard as steel and leaking badly. I
took his gesture as a go-ahead, so I piddled out some drops of lube onto my
dick until it was entirely lubed and as slippery as a fish.


Tossed the tube to the floor, grabbed my hard-on and started sliding it up
and down the lower part of his crack feeling around for his pussy. I felt
the spot, or at least what I hoped was the spot and started to push home,
slowly, bit by bit. At first it seemed just to go no where but inward maybe
a half inch. Then as I slowly increased the pressure he jerked a little and
seemed to bend slightly at the waist and I felt my dick start to penetrate
him. I waited for flesh to slide past flesh until the pressure had
equalized, then pushed up and in a little more, then a little more. Slowly
I entered him into his warm pussy which was warm soft and kind of tight. I
put my hand on his upper cheek and pressed it forward trying to spread his
cheeks apart a little feeling myself slip in further, then a little more
and a little more. After maybe almost ten minutes I think I was all the way
inside so I moved my hand back to his chest and his puffy soft nipples and
smooth chest skin.


I jerked upward a few times and the sensation to the entire length of my
dick was wonderful, as if two people had their four hands around my dick
trying to jerk me off with one giant gripping soft heated hand. I pushed my
lips into his neck and started sucking on his shoulder to leave a tiny
bruise where he couldn't see.


I started using my hip and stomach muscles to rock my waist upward, in and
out. I haven't done this a lot to Tom but I was fucking my best friend, my
boy friend. When we started having sex I learned right off that I mostly
liked being fucked, so I wasn't very experienced at being the one in the
pole position.


I worked him for maybe a few minutes when I felt it start. I kept up my
pace and within thirty seconds I started cumming inside Tom. Just as it
began I held perfectly still so we could both feel my dick and balls do
their pumping action and just enjoy the moment in total blissful peace.


I kept still for a few minutes after but my dick shrank quickly and just
dropped out on it's own. I rolled onto my back while Tom grabbed the tissue
box and returned sitting by my waist to gently clean me up while I laid
flat.


He stopped soon after starting, turned around bending over grabbing his
butt cheeks spreading them aiming his ass hole at me. I finally got the
message, grabbed some tissue from the box and wiped up the white ooze
leaking from his pussy. Then he returned to his cleaning project in my
groin. Then we sucked face for a while but didn't speak.


I glanced at his alarm clock, it was 7:50am. He was up looking for clothes
and slowly getting dressed. Then I rolled out of bed and got dressed
too. As I stood up my head grew a headache but it wasn't too bad. By 8am I
was in Tom's car heading for my house. We talked the whole way about school
and that he had heard rumors of an all schools prom for gays only here in
town and said there was a local BBS setting up an info page for registered
users. He said he'd send me the info in an email.


I got home at 8:05am. In the driveway I leaned over to kiss him, we sucked
tongue for maybe five seconds. He reached over rubbing my thigh while we
smooched. I wanted to screw again right then but had a child to care
for. In a moment he was gone down the street. Crow met me at the kitchen
door but didn't seem interested in going out, so mom must have put him out
already. I walked into the back yard with Crow following then passing me in
a playful trot. I spied a fresh pile of Great Dane By-product so I took a
bag and picked it up tossing it in the poop can.


Mom was up in the livingroom reading some text book looking thing that
looked like something relating to chemistry on the cover with the large DOW
logo in the corner. I never asked.


Back to my room I stripped and headed for the shower then back to my room,
fired up the computer and wrote Tom an email telling him I loved him. He
never replied to that.


Later on in the morning he did email me to tell me that he had a talk with
his mom about buying him a car and when and what need to happen. I thought
about having the same talk with mine.


He sent me the number of the BBS in town that had the info about the
all-schools gay prom. I did manage to get connected and saw that most of
the info was moved to AOL and no longer on the BBS. I dropped the
connection and emailed Daniel to ask him if he knew anyone with AOL
access. Clicked SEND and waited for an answer.


It didn't arrive quickly so I got out my homework and started studying for
tests in two weeks, the end of the semester.


The rest of the day was about typical. Me and Mom and Crow hanging out
cleaning, eating, talking, reading, and mostly quiet. I walked crow, this
time he walked out the front door and headed in a totally different
direction than he ever had before. I just kept up, he sniffed and explored
new territory stopping to pee a few drops of scented piss here and
there. Reminded me of a Far Side cartoon of the wife dog catching the
husband dog in the yard with the garden hose in his mouth asking him if he
was going out with the boys tonight.


I got to bed early. So much reading can put me to sleep. I woke up with a
boner at 11pm, jerked off in bed and the damn thing shot cum onto the wall
beside my bed! I had to stop and clean that up while the rest of it slowly
dribbled down my legs and stomach. It was a helluva mess and my sheets were
right out of the laundry! What a pisser.


I could hear mom coughing in her bedroom when I got up to pee. She sounds
like she's getting sickly again.




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