Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2003 02:35:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Jay Watson <fatalexception0@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nates Life part 1

The following story is fiction. Any similarity to any real person is purely
coincidental. This story depicts consentual sex between teenage boys. If
this sort of thing offends you or it is illegal in your territory I advise
you to stop reading this story immediately.

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Hey, my name is Nathan, but people call me Nate. I'm 16 years old, about
6'1", and 160 LBS. I wear a size 16 shoe, and have short, bushy black hair,
brown eyes, and light brown skin. I've got sort of a lean muscular build.
Not big and bulky or anything like that. Thin, yet well defined. I usually
dress in black or dark colors, and I really enjoy heavy metal like
Testament, Metallica, and Cannibal Corpse. That's enough about me, though.
These days I just can't stop thinking about my best friend, Eric.

I first met Eric back in the 7th grade. At first I despised him! He was
always joking about penises and guys having sex with each other. He was
such a... fag! He would wave his beef jerky stick in peoples faces during
lunch saying, "Hey guys, look at my tallywacker!" We were always at odds
with eachother. I'd fight with him constantly. "My god, he's so gay," I
would think to myself. This rivalry continued until about the middle of
freshman year.

Freshman year was a hard time for me. I was coming to terms with my
sexuality, adjusting to life in highschool, and I felt all alone in the
world. I had no friends, until one day Eric approached me and said, "Hey
Nate, wanna go to the movies after school?" I didn't know what to think. I
had treated this kid like garbage and now he wanted to hang out with me? At
this point I was feeling so disaffected that I would be willing to hang out
with anyone just to leave the house.

When the bell rang, ending our final class of the day, I rushed out to the
parking lot where my mom was waiting to pick me up. "I'm gonna go out with
some friends today, alright mom?" I said. "Friends?" replied my mom. She
hadn't even heard the word come out of my mouth in such a long time it was
almost as if I was speaking another language. "Sure!" she said happily. Her
depressed, reclusive son was actually going to interact with other people!

Myself, Eric, and a few others went to see Spiderman at the huge new
theater with the gigantic screens, stadium seating and 5.1 surround sound.
We all sat in the same row. I sat on the end with Eric right beside me. We
were all talking and joking and blurting out rarely tasteful, yet always
funny comments during the previews. Then, as the movie started, I turned my
head to Eric. He was staring intently at the screen, with those stunning
green eyes of his. His long golden brown hair draped over his cute face. At
that moment in time, I knew for certain I was attracted to guys, and I knew
which guy I wanted. All the sudden a rush of adrinline surged my body. My
eyes kept darting back and forward between the screen and the boy of my
dreams. I looked down on his hand laid down on the arm rest, and dreamed of
holding it. Of holding his hand, gazing into his beautiful eyes, and our
lips making contact. What a magical feeling that would have been. At this
point my dick was starting to stiffen up and I took a few deep breaths and
began to focus on the movie again. That was intense... that was
incredible... that was frightening.

With my new found adoration for Eric, we left the theater and grabbed some
hamburgers. We all talked about how cool the movie was, and how hot Kirsten
Dunst was. Another kid and I went to Eric's house after the movie. He
showed off his excellent guitar skills and dominated us in a game of Halo
for Xbox. As it started to get late, the other kid went home. I didn't
though. I wanted to stay with the one whom I admired so dearly. As I got to
talking to him, I realized that in many ways we were one in the same. He
was kind of an outcast, just like me, and had trouble making friends. He
also wasn't exactly what you'd call a high achiever acedemically, again,
like me. Not to say that he's stupid. I'm not, and he isn't either. School
just wasn't our strongest suit. After about a half an hour the conversation
ran a little thin, so he spiced things up a bit by showing off his dads gun
collection and his dads motorcycle.

As the excitement began to dwindle again he says to me, "Hey Nate, wanna
watch some porn?" WHAT?! I mean, I had known him for a while, but
everything was happening so fast. Then I remembered that he wasn't a mind
reader and had no idea about the thoughts going through my head throughout
the afternoon, so after a few seconds of delliberation I say, "Sure." We
sit down at his computer and he pulls up a video ofa beautiful blonde chick
getting fucked by two guys. A few minutes into it he starts rubbing his
crotch, and I start doing the same (unfortunately my own crotch, not his!)
I try to focus on the screen. There was some pretty hot action going on
there. Seconds later I hear the sound of his belt being undone and his fly
being unzipped. I looked down as his smooth, erect, 6 inch penis poked out
of the hole in his blue plaid boxer shorts. With his eyes still focused on
the screen, he starts slowly stroking his beautiful, circumsized piece of
boy meat. I look back at the screen with my heart pounding, then through a
leap of fate, I decide to pull my own 7.5 inch erect penis free from my
black boxer briefs, and I wrap my warm, dry hands around it, and begin
stroking. Eric casually turns to me and says, "Want some lube?" I hold out
my hands and he squirts a bit of lotion into my hand. The feeling of the
soft, warm moisture of the lotion on my throbbing penis, the joy of having
my hearts desire sitting right next to me. It was all too much. My eyes
traversed from the screen back to Erics cock which he was stroking slowly
and intimately. He had a dreamy look in his eyes as his right hand tried in
vain to get a grip of his huge balls, and his left hand gently massaged his
penis. His eyes closed and 4 squirts of solid white, creamy cum gushed out
of his cock in what felt like slow motion. His stroking slowly stopped, and
he let out a relaxed sigh. After seeing this amazing sight my own dick just
couldn't take it. With a few final strokes my own dick shot out a good four
or five squirts of boyjuice all over my cock and hand. I sat in my chair
panting, and Eric handed me a few tissues to clean myself up.

After I cleaned myself up I headed home. I couldn't believe what had
happened that night. I made some new friends, I got to see a nice looking
kid jerk off right before my eyes, and my despise for Eric had turned to
desire. What an amazing day it had been. As I closed my eyes and fell
asleep that night, I wondered how I was going to face Eric the next day.

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End of part 1. Email me at fatalexception0@yahoo.com