Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 18:16:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Anony Mous <gaybekenobi@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me & Chan Part III

Chanthon was leaning in slowly towards me to lock lips with me. But with
every centimeter he got closer, I got twice as nervous. This was all so new
to me.

[Aw hell, fuck it.] I thought to myself. [Could he be doing this to see if
I really am gay? Sure. But why would he? He's already said he knows it was
him that caused me to stand at attention.] The next thought was not only a
thought to myself, but a command, too. [Go for it, ya horny bastard! You're
tired of this shell of being gay, so if he tells everyone, big fuckin'
deal. It's about time people get used to gays. Fuck being nervous, just
kiss the man.]

I decided my brain / heart was right. I should just go for it. So that's
exactly what I did.

I leaned forward too, so he'd know he wasn't alone in the act. An instant
before our lips touched, I became aware of the heat of his mouth getting
nearer. His lips met mine; his were so soft. I could tell just from all the
times I' stared at him in class that they were, but this reaffirmed
it. They were sooo soft. I hadn't kissed anyone before, but from the way
most lips looked, his looked (and felt) like the softest, most supple lips
there were.

I was enjoying the hell out of this. Shit, why shouldn't I? I had never
kissed anyone, let alone a guy, but I had finally decided to just go for
it.

[Shit...] I thought. [I can't believe this. Chanthon is so fuckin'
hot... how did *I* wind up with him?]

We were still kissing by this point, about half a minute later. Since I was
new to the games, I could only guess my way along and "follow" his
lead. Although I decided I had to have my hands around him, so I put them
around the back of his head and held his head while we kissed. Just
imagine, my cock was stretching to kiss him, too.

We ended the kiss and looked at each other, my hands still resting on the
back of his head.

"Wow. Have you ever been kissed? Or, have you ever kissed anyone?" he
asked.

[What should I reply to that?] I wondered. [Uh, idiot, he's not another
moron from school. He's your potential boyfriend for the moment. Reply with
HONESTY, fool.]

"Honestly, no, I haven't." I said. "You?"

"No... in fact, I'm new to kissing and sex, and all that."

[Sex? Wait a sec., when did someone say anything about sex? Okaaay, just
ignore it.]

"Sex? I was asking if you'd ever kissed or been kissed. Not anything about
sex." I said.

[DUMBASS! What did I just tell you?]

"I was just saying, that's all. I figured that'd be the next question." he
said.

[Okay, just kiss him again so he doesn't feel weird. Wait... when did you
become a sexpert? How the hell would you know if that would make him feel
better? Shut up, just do it.]

I kissed him. It took him off guard a little, but he got over it very
quickly. We only kissed for a few seconds this time, not the clock-buster
of before. But nonetheless, it was just as good as last time.

"I think I'm in love with you Chanthon... I've been staring at you in class
for the past couple of months in class. I've wanted you since the first
week, actually. When you got involved with Judy though, it was like a shot
to the heart, `cause I thought for sure you weren't gay then." I told him.

"I've been kind of interested in you for a couple of months... I like the
big, muscular types. I only started dating Judy for outward
appearances... that way, no one would know I was gay."

"What are you gonna tell her now? You can't just lead her on like that
forever." I said.

"I know, and I'm gonna tell her. I was thinking all this over while I was
in the shower. How I'd `seduce' you, tell her, you know." He said. "I'm
just gonna ask her what she thinks of gays first, then slowly lead into
it... I don't want to crush her."

"That sounds like that's the best way to do it. So, does this mean you're
gonna be my new boyfriend? Ooh, its weird to say that... first time its
meant anything." I asked.

"As long as you want to be mine, Eric." He said, looking into my eyes.

I just couldn't take it. I hugged him, placing my head to the right of his,
just slumping my head over his shoulder. He leaned his head into mine, and
we just held each other for several minutes. The feeling of his body
pressing into mine eventually got the best of me, and my penis began to do
its thing again. So I lowered my hands from his upper back to his ass. But
I didn't leave them outside his pants. As I turned my head to kiss and suck
his neck, I slipped my hands under his pants, but left them outside his
boxer briefs. I didn't want to have sex tonight... well, yeah, I wanted
to have sex, but we had something special going on here, and I didn't want
to treat it like a quick night of sex.

He reciprocated and brought his hands down from my lower back to my ass and
slipped them inside my pants in the same way. I grabbed his ass and
squeezed a little, enjoying his firm buns in my hands. He rubbed my ass,
rubbing his hnd up and down over my crack, while I contentedly sucked on
his neck.

Then it occurred to me... what if he goes into school tomorrow and Judy
sees the hickey before he gets a chance to tell her what's going on?

[Oh fuck.] I thought to myself.

I pulled off of him and stared in horror at the hickey that had formed on
him. I couldn't believe I had done that so stupidly.

"Oh shit..." I said out loud.

"What?"

"I gave you a hickey."

"So?" he asked.

"'So?' So, Judy's gonna see it and freak tomorrow!" I exclaimed.

"Oh shit!" he said as he pulled his hands out of my pants and sprinted
towards the downstairs bathroom. He looked in the mirror at mark, clearly
visible on his neck. "Wait, I think I can fix this... I've got a
turtleneck that I almost threw out last week... its on my bedroom
floor. It'll be okay, that'll cover it until I can tell her."

"You sure?" I asked. He nodded. "Okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you,
Chanthon."

"It's okay, Eric." He said as he kissed me again, wrapping his arms around
me and holding me again.

"Damn, I think I love you Chanthon."

"I love you, too, Eric."

"Are we gonna be exclusive? I mean, can we have sex with other guys, should
the opportunities arise?" I asked.

"I dunno." He said. "I like the idea of knowing for sure we're not gonna
get any diseases, but then again, it doesn't seem like any of the guys we
know have anything. But that also doesn't mean jack shit, either."

"True... but I've got a couple of friends, who, if they turn out to be
gay, are just physically begging to have their cock sucked. Some from
school, some that live around my house."

"I think we can deal with that." He said with a smile.

"Cool." I looked at my watch. It was 5:30. "Shit! I gotta run. My parents
are gonna be so pissed."

"Aw hell, and I was having fun." He said. "Wait, gimmie your number so I
can call ya."

"Okay." I said. We ran back to the pool table where the chalkboard for
darts was. I quickly scribbled it on there, knowing that he'd erase it
after he wrote it somewhere else.

"'kay, I gotta go. Shit, I wish I could stay longer. Call me tonight,
okay?" I asked.

"I'll do that."

I walked upstairs with Chanthon behind me and left to head home. I walked
down the drive and looked back. He was still in the door, and he waved at
me. I waved back. I quickened my pace, knowing I needed to get home.

-A Little While Later-

I was still walking. I was about a block from home now. I had been thinking
about Chanthon the whole time.. I was only a few houses away from home, and
I was looking around, taking in my surroundings. I saw my friend's house
across the street from mine. I thought it would be nice to talk with Jory
for a couple of minutes, maybe tell him what was now goin' on with me. He
always claimed that he had no issues with gay people, and that many of his
friends were gay. I never believed him, but what the hell. I crossed the
street and went to the side of his house to knock on his window, which was
actually to the room that he shared with his brother who was only a year
older, my age.. To my surprise, the window was open, and the light on his
desk was on. I got closer to the window and heard a creaking noise. I
wasn't prepared for what I saw next.

The creaking sounds were the result of an up-and-down motion on Jory's bed,
the bottom bunk of the bunk bed that Jory and Michael, slept in. I could
see two people on the bed, but who they were was difficult to tell. It had
clouded over outside, and they had a few big trees within a few yards of
their house. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the dim light of his room.

I could see the outline of a dick from the bottom person and a head going
up and down on it, but I couldn't see the crotch of the other person... the
angle and light was wrong. Then I noticed it was Jory's face going up and
down on the cock.

They moved. Michael's face was hit by the light.

[Oh my God, no wonder Jory doesn't have a problem with gays, he's gay! So
is Michael! Holy fucking shit!]

I stood there and watched this a little more. Jory was on top, since he
only weighed about 150, and Michael was about 200. Michael wasn't big, not
by any means. He was only about 5'11", and he was a jock. He was on the
high school's football team, and he worked out. He wasn't muscular as the
stereotype says (you know, bulging arms and pecs and legs) but he was quite
well defined, the kind of guy most men (at least, gay men anyhow) find
attractive. And he seemed to like wearing semi-tight t-shirts, now that I
think of it. Wow. Talk about a shocker.

Jory was a hot little shit, too. He was about 5' 9", maybe 5'10", and was
skinnier than Michael. He wasn't muscular; he was more built for
running. But he wasn't a toothpick either.

Michael had brown hair, while Jory had blonde which he had recently dyed
brown. For some reason, it worked on him.

They were both completely nude, none of the cheap through-the-zipper
shit. Jory was goin' at it on Mike's rod, and seem to genuinely be enjoying
himself, so clearly, he was gay. However, Michael wasn't doing anything but
laying there. I could see his eyes, so he was awake. And Jory's cock was
right over his face.

Michael decided when I finished that thought that he should get to work, or
back to work, or whatever. He lifted Jory's lower body and put his cock in
his mouth. Michael wasn't new to this, either. He sucked with experience on
Jory's cock. He wrapped his arms around Jory's lower back and just kept
moving his head up and down as much as he could while having it sandwiched
between the bed and Jory's crotch. Michael began to moan, so I knew he was
getting close to cumming. I decided that I wanted a chance on his cock
before he blew his load. After all, I was new to this and wanted some
experience. And Chanthon told me he was okay with it.

"That must be quite a mouthful." I said, knowing full well that the shaft
buried in his mouth was 8" long and wide enough to choke a horse.

They both freaked and flew out of the bed, with Michael almost sending Jory
crashing to the floor in the process. They didn't bother to cover
themselves; they knew who it was, and they knew I had seen their cocks
before. We had slept nude together during sleep overs before. Granted, they
didn't sleep in my bed with me, but I saw them nude before they got into
their sleeping bags. And they've seen me nude, too.

"What the fuck, Eric? Eric, that *is* you, right?" Jory asked, completely
freaked.

"Yes. And I see that you don't think highly of me, considering your cock
has deflated." I said.

He looked down at his penis, hanging almost limp now, then looked back up
at me through the window. They both came over and knelt in front of it.

"Yeah, well, you scared the shit out of me." he said.

"Same here, man." Michael said. "You can't tell anyone at school about me,
man.  It'd ruin my social life."

Jory didn't have anything to worry about, since he went to another school.

"Relax Michael, I'm not gonna tell anyone. You gonna let me in?"

"Yeah, gimmie a sec." Jory said, heading for the clothes on the floor by
the nightstand.

"Don't worry about the door. Just get the screen out of the window and I'll
hoist myself in so your Mom and Dad don't know I'm here."

"Ooookay..." he said, looking at Michael, who was in turn, looking at him
with a look on his face that said "yeah right, he's going to hoist that
body up here".

They took out the screen, and I proved I had pretty good upper-body
strength for someone who didn't work out.. I crawled in, and Jory put the
screen back in the window. Since I had shown up unexpectedly, he decided it
might be a good idea to shut the blinds, too.

Michael sat down on the bed, and Jory sat down beside him. Both were still
fully nude.

"You know, I hadn't really suspected you of being gay, Michael. I kind of
figured Jory was, but only because he seemed to make a big deal of not
caring about whether or not someone was gay." I said. "I also wouldn't have
expected to ever find out this way, either, but yet, here I am."

"So what are you here for?" Michael asked, still nervous.

"How come you're so nervous, Mike?"

"Because I didn't want you to know, and I don't know what you'll do with
the fact, now that you know it."

"Oh, hell, don't worry. Here, maybe this will help you feel more
comfortable." I said as I began to remove my clothes. When I got to my
boxer-briefs, I took a look at the both of them, Michael was still nervous,
but Jory's cock was heading for full mast again. It was only a few more
seconds before it reached it's full 6.5".

I slipped out of my underwear, and revealed a cock that I had somehow
managed to suppress. For the time being.

"How's that?"

"That's nice... real nice." Jory said.

"What about you Michael? This make you any more comfortable?"

"Not really."

"Okay, let me see if this helps."

I walked over to him, my cock now fully erect at its 7" glory, and knelt
down in front of him. I stuck my face between his legs and began to lick
his meat with as much of my tongue as I could muster. I then knelt back on
my haunches.

"Better?" I asked, with a huge grin on my face.

He just stared at me with a blank look on his face. He was clueless as to
how to respond. So was his prick.

I went back in. I licked the length of it, stopping at the tip and curling
my tongue underneath it and over the head, cover the majority of it with my
tongue. I moved it back and forth, savoring the precum that had been on
there from the job Jory had been giving him a couple minutes earlier. I
then bent down and took the whole thing, which was starting to fill up
again, into my mouth. I pushed him back on the bed with my left hand on his
chest, and knelt over his crotch, holding his member with my right hand and
slurping it up at the same time.

Up and down, up and down, enjoying the taste of this jock, and the smell of
the odor of a man who's been sweating a bit. That rough, manly smell you
get down there sometimes.

While I was doing this, Jory slipped off the bed and got on the floor. He
pushed his hands against my inner thighs signaling me to spread them
apart. I did just that, and he slid underneath, propping himself up against
the bed. He loaded my cock into his mouth, which just made the situation
that much more fun. I thought I was handling this whole thing pretty well
for a beginner.

Michael's meat had now been erect for some time, and he was getting close
to blowing his load. He was moaning more and more, and I could feel him
tensing up, getting ready to explode. I, too, was nearing the limit in
Jory's mouth. Michael moaned one last time before thrusting his meat deep
into my mouth, hitting me in the face with his body, and blowing a huge
load right into my waiting throat. Load one.... swallowed. Load
two... mostly swallowed, some coming out mouth. Load three... more coming
out mouth. Load four....straight for throat, swallowed. Load five... tiny
shot that I handled easily.

I continued cleansing his fucker with my tongue and then his pubic hair,
between the crotch and the legs, and his ball sack. I then wiped my mouth
with a finger, which Michael sat up and sucked.

"I've always wanted to taste my cum." he said.

"Well, Jory's gonna taste mine in two seconds here."

Michael got on the floor and positioned his head close to Jory's. I moved
back so I could pull out of Jory and feed it to Michael when Jory got his
half. That wasn't far.

Spasm! My body jolted, and I sent a HUGE load into Jory's hungry mouth. I
could feel that he had no problem with it. Wham! Another load into his
mouth. Another one followed before I ripped my cock from his mouth, and
quickly rammed it in Michael's penis cleaner. He sucked at it expertly,
getting two loads for himself. He continued to suck, holding out hope for
more. He was right. There were two more left, the last one being the
biggest I felt shooting the whole time.

"Aw, shit, that was awesome." I said, panting.

"Fuck yeah." Jory said.

I looked at Michael. He was staring at my crotch. "What?" I looked
down. There was a wad of cum in the hair. "Oh."

I raised myself on my knees towards his face, and he cleaned me up. "Happy,
Michael?"

"Very."


-Hope you liked this chapter. I know I did. I have to relieve myself
now. That made me horny as all hell. Send any comments to
gaybekenobi@yahoo.com. Until next time, take care.