Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2003 03:01:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Jay Watson <fatalexception0@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nates Life part 2

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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As time went on Eric and I became close friends. We went everywhere
together, did everything together. We were inseperable. We never did have a
repeat of the jacking off incident, but we did often talk about sex,
compare penis sizes and talk to eachother about girls we liked. There was
one girl Eric was madly infatuated with. Her name was Jessica. She had long
silky black hair and beautiful mocha colored skin, which went perfectly
with her soothing hazel eyes. At the start of 10th grade Eric started
noticing Jessica, and, well, I became jealous! My beautiful white trash boy
toy was now falling victum to the fiegned beauty of this evil succubus!
Ugh, I bet her face is layered in make up, and her hair conditioned and
straightened and full of chemicals. She's not even real! She was a sweet
girl, though, as much as I hate to admit. I just wish Eric talked about me
in the same way he talked about her.

Eric and I had the same English class together, and he and the teacher were
always at odds. There we met Danny. Danny had short black hair, black eyes,
and as I would learn later, a nice lean muscular frame just like
me. Thoughts of sexual fantasies with me and Danny made me hot. I could
barely pay attention during class. Danny had a sort of antagonizing look to
him. Maybe it was his extremely dark eyes. Maybe it was because he listened
to the same kind of music as me. I don't know what it was, but it sure was
exciting. Not that Eric didn't still turn me on, but as he grew into the
otherwise fine specimen of a young man, I noticed that some of his baby fat
hadn't disappated yet. He wasn't fat or anything. A tad flabby at worse.

The school year pressed on uneventfully, and as my love for Eric grew I
decided that I had to tell him. It was a cold January afternoon. I had gone
to Eric's house, and we snacked a bit and surfed the web. I gasped a few
times, and tried to compose myself, the nervous wreck I was. We were
sitting in the same spot where, almost a year before, I had seen his
beautiful penis for the first time, and now I was about to tell him what I
was, and how I felt about him. His green, dragon-like eyes, were fixated on
the computer screen as I uttered the words to him, "I'm bi..."

"Huh?" he replied. "I'm bi," I said, slightly louder. There was a pause of
about three seconds which felt like a life time. "Well, whaddayaknow?" he
says quietly, and indifferently. 'Well, that was easy,' I thought. Now the
matter of confessing my long standing secret adoration to him. I decided
that could wait, and we continued the rest of the day normally.

When I got to bed that night I was trembling. I couldn't believe what I had
just done. Now he knows, and theres no turning back. He probably knew I
liked him, with all the subtle remarks about his form or his eyes or any of
his other perfect features I had made in the past. But what would his
reaction be if I just outright told him? Would he disown me? Would he grab
a rifle out of his dads gun cabinet and take me out? I cried myself to
sleep that night. I didn't know how I was going to break it to him.

A few weeks passed by and things went on pretty much as normal. I checked
out our schools Gay Straight Alliance club a few times to see if there was
anyone there who could probably take my mind off of Eric, but to no
avail. After a few weeks I decided I had to have Eric.

We engaged in a normal conversation, and he casually mentions, "So, Nate,
what kind of guys are you into?" I pause for a really long time. At this
point I don't know what to say. So I think fast, and describe to him a cute
freshman boy I've had my eye on. His name was Tommy and he was dreamy. His
short blonde hair and his deep blue eyes were enough to just melt your
heart. Still on the threashold between boyhood and manhood, he still had a
cute, high, yet smooth voice. He was pretty tall, only a few inches shorter
than me, and he was on the water polo team, so he had a really nice build,
even with the trace of baby fat (he had to, being in a speedo in front of
all those people). He was kind of shy. He didn't talk much, and he rarely
made eye contact with others when he did. Even though he was shy, he did
have a sense of confidence. He was just quiet. And beautiful. I told Eric
how much I wanted to dress him up like a girl and make love to him, and he
laughed, "In the ass, eh?" We both laughed and I cried myself to sleep that
night, knowing that I had pussed out once again.

The next day before first period, in the thickness of the fog, and the
solitude it brought between myself and Eric, I pulled him off to the side,
looked him dead in the eyes which I had admired for so long, and told him,
with a trembling voice. "I... I think I'm attracted to you." "Ooookay..."
he said quietly. The adrinline was pumping through my vains like crazy and
I didn't know what to do next. My eyes started to well up, so I left
quickly before I just broke down and let it all out.

We didn't talk for a months time after that. I became really depressed, my
grades started slipping, and I barely wanted to live. I still had my group
of friends that I had met through Eric. They kept me company, and tried to
bring my spirits up, but eventually it became as if the whole world was
against me. Nothing has ever hurt me more than knowing that I couldn't have
someone just because of what I am. Not who I am, what I am. What am I? A
guy. The fact that he wouldn't even consider me and that I wanted him so
dearly made me so depressed I was sick to my stomach. I just wanted the
pain to end... and it did.

He called me on a sunny afternoon at the beginning of March. Or at least it
was sunny on the outside. I was in my bed, crying, with the lights off and
the shades drawn, listening to my Cold - Thirteen Ways to Bleed on Stage
CD. "Hey Nate," he says. "HI ERIC!" I say enthusiastically, trying to
contain my elation and hide my sorrow. "Wanna hang out at my house?" he
asks. "Sure! Right now?" I reply. "Yeah!" he squeaks out blissfully.

I get on my bike and pedal to his house as quickly as possible. Just
thinking of being with him again, even if he didn't want me, I just wanted
his love (as a friend or a lover). I get there and both of the cars in
front of his house are gone. His parents must be at work. His brothers must
also be gone, since he's usually too lethargic to answer the door. I don't
even have to knock, he just opens the door, as if he was looking out the
window waiting for me. We greet eachother, and tread enthusiastically to
his room.

He looks directly at me, and says with the uttmost confidence, in a mater
of factly sort of way, "I'm gonna do you a favor today." "Oh?" I reply. "I
am going to let you suck my dick." I laugh, but his face remains
straight. "You really want me to do it?" I ask. "Of course."

So I chuckle a bit, approach him, and quick drop down to my knees. I'm not
nervous, until I look up at him. I see his face staring down at me, and
that's when the adrinline starts to flow. He puts his big brawny hands over
my thick black hair and thats when I know everything is real. I unbutton
his baggy black jeans and pull down his bright red boxer shorts to reveal
the beautiful cock I had longed for all those months. It was right before
me, and I could now taste his sweet nectar. I looked up at him again, and
he was still staring down at me. I slowly start kissing the head of his hot
boner and make my way down the shaft. Then I take one of his massive balls
into my mouth, then the other. The sweat tasted bittersweet on my tongue. I
sucked and licked his scrotum, and he tilted his head back and closed his
eyes. I was actually giving the boy of my dreams sexual pleasure!

As his large, tasty balls exit my mouth, I direct my attention toward his
thick, hard shaft. I wrap my lips around the tip and begin to suck and lick
his head. He let out a low groan of pleasure. My own dick was rock hard at
this point, and I was in heaven. I slowly took more and more of his dick
into my mouth, with his hands stroking my head. I rythmically sucked his
cock in and out of my mouth, rubbing my tongue up and down the belly of his
shaft, and slobbering all over it. I loved every minute of it, and he did
too. His moans were becoming louder and more dramatic. I couldn't believe
how much pleasure I was giving him. Eventually I was able to take the
entire thing down my throat, and his grip on my head tightened. He began
fucking my throat erratically, pulling his dick in and out of my mouth. His
balls began to tighten, and his breath became more shallow and rapid, and
his sweet boy milk gushed into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all down but
some dripped out of my mouth. For a moment in time, it was like I was in
another place, where only he and I mattered. His hands were still on my
head, his eyes were closed, twitching, and he sat there silently for a
while. He gulped, opened his eyes, and looked down at me. I flashed a
gentle smile at him, and he returned with one of his own. I dutifully
licked up all that he had spilled and with that, we hugged eachother. "I
love you," I wispered softly into his ear. He returned nothing. It didn't
bother me, though. I had an amazing time, and I had my friend back... I
think. Oh well, no time for worries. We said our goodbyes and I headed for
home. My mom and I ate dinner, and the rest of the night was pretty
calm. She had remarked on the serious change in my resolve, but I didn't
explain to her why (for obvious reasons!)

That night I had taken care of the boner I previously neglected at Erics
house earlier. I dreamed of HIS nose burried in MY public hair, sucking and
licking on my cock. Taking the whole thing into his throat. Me, stroking
his beautiful, soft golden brown hair. It didn't take much to put me to
sleep that night. Again I fell asleep uncertain of what would become of me
and my friend the next day, but I was too drowsy to worry about any of
that.

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End of part 2. Email me at fatalexception0@yahoo.com