Date: Fri, 06 Jun 2003 01:16:27 +0000
From: Witty Writer <wittywriter217@hotmail.com>
Subject: No I Do Not Like Girls: Part II

Here we go again... for those of you too lazy to read the first chapter,
you're missing out and I'm not gonna fill you in, so your loss... go back
and read


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The alarm blared.  I looked at the clock and it read 6am... wake up call.
I felt like I had a hangover.  My head throbbed, my body ached, and I felt
sick to my stomach.
  Note to self: Self, don't stay up until all hours tonight if you wanna
stay alive the rest of the weekend.

I rolled over and saw Chris lying on the other end of the bed, turned away
from me.  'That's strange' I thought.  Then I realized why I was so tired.
REM... dream cycle... shit... I was dreaming the whole thing? No, that
couldn't be... It felt so real... I swear I felt it!

He rolled towards me groggily. "Is it 6 already?" He asked.

"Yea, it is," I answered.

"Shiiiiiiit," He moaned.  "You want the shower first or me?"

"I don't care, whatever you want," I replied.

"Cool," He chirped, "I'll go first."

He got up, stretched, and walked to the bathroom.  All I could do was watch
his ass (surprising?  huh?) as he walked over to the door.  What surprised
me was when he reached the door and he turned around and smiled at me,
noticing me watching him, winked, and walked inside the bathroom.

Now I was confused.  Did last night happen, or was it a dream?  How am I
supposed to tell? I could see it now... 'Chris, did you jerk me off last
night while you humped my ass?' Like that would work...  Especially if it
didn't happen... That would be bad. So what was I supposed to do?


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"Alright, that's enough..." Our band director, Mr. K, yelled from up atop
the stadium's observation deck.  "You can have your free time now..."

"Finally," I sighed.  Three hours of band practice is not fun.  *ouch* It's
more painful than you might think.  It's no wonder it's considered a
varsity sport.

I was surprised to look up and see Chris walking over to me.  "Hey, wanna
go hang out with me?  Unless you've got other plans, in which case it's
fine... I just thought I'd extend the offer, so in case you didn't have
anyone to do anything with, I'd let you know I was free-" He rambled.

"No," I interrupted, as his face froze with fear.  "I don't have anything
to do... I'd love to hang out."  I could see him relax.  I prolly scared
the kid.

"Cool," He smiled. "What do you wanna do?"

"I dunno," I replied. "We have four hours before we gotta be back here
again.  There's the pool in the hotel, the hot tub, the weight room, we
could get something to eat, or we could chill in the room and see what's on
TV."

"I'd rather go up to the room." He noted.  "I don't wanna be around
everyone that I'm gonna see the rest of the weekend.  I'll get bored of
them, if that's ok with you..."

"Yea, that's fine." I replied, noticing his eagerness to go to the room.
This kid is good at giving mixed signals.

"Cool," He smiled again.




So we went up to the room.  He was ahead of me (once again, that lovely
view of mine from behind...  I mean... no I wasn't looking at his... well-
erm- ass... again).  He unlocked the door to the room and we entered.  I
closed the door behind me, and turned around to be greeted with Chris,
inches away from me, as he put his hands on each side of my face and kissed
me as passionately as I've ever been kissed before (and probably more so).

I didn't know how to respond to this, so I pulled back at first.  "Oh
shit," He trembled, misreading my reaction. "You're not gay, are you?" He
ran into the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it behind him.

It all happened in such a blur I didn't know what to do.  I walked to the
bathroom door and knocked gently.  "...Chris?"

No reply.

I knocked again, more forcefully.  "Chris? Open up..."

"I don't want to," He sobbed.  I could hear him crying inside. "I've made a
fool of myself. Just go away, please..."

"Chris, open the door," I pleaded.

"Just go away," he cried out, "Please!"

I waited for a moment, listening to his sobs through the closed door.
"Chris... please open the door..."

I heard him calm down slightly.  Suddenly the door opened just a crack and
I could see his red swollen eyes through the opening.  I pushed the rest of
the door open, took a deep breath, and pulled him towards me, and kissed
him just as he had kissed me.  When the kiss finally ended (what seemed
like hours later) I just looked in his eyes, still red from crying.

No words were spoken.  He took my hand and walked me over to the bed and
sat down, kissing me again.  His lips were so soft and pure, unlike any
lips I've ever had the pleasure of touching before in my life.

His hands wandered, making it clear he either planned his attack, or he's
had experience before.  Either way, it was wonderful.

I couldn't stand the suspense any longer.  I broke our kiss and said "this
is a surprise..."

"No it's not..." He said.  "I planned this for the past month.  I've had a
crush on you since I first saw you."

I blushed (as I easily do).  "No you didn't..." I said shyly.

"Yes," He said, giving me another kiss.  "I did."

He leaned me back on the bed and stradled me, leaning forward and kissing
me.  His tongue parted my lips and gently roamed the inside of my mouth
before backing away and allowing mine to do the same.  I pushed my hips up
gently and felt that he was hard as a rock, to which he happily laid flat
against me, grinding our mid-regions together.  He started to pant (much
like a dog, which was rather cute I must say) as we continued to grind and
make out on the bed.

Then as quickly as it started, it stopped.  He got up suddenly, and I
thought I had done something wrong.  He took off his shirt (holy shit this
kid was buff for just turning 16) and proceeded to take mine off as well.
He flung my shirt into the corner, and dove down onto my chest (which I
must admit is not as beautiful as the god that was on top of me).

He kissed his way to my right nipple, licked it, and then gently sucked on
it before moving to the left.  I moaned somewhat loudly for us being in a
hotel, and he giggled upon realizing he did something good.

His left hand crept down to my right thigh and began to rub gently up and
down, from my knee to my hips.  His right hand kept busy massaging the left
side of my stomach (which I should mention made me twitch many times from
tickling).

Then finally the moment of truth came.  He looked up into my eyes, and
without saying a word started to unbutton my pants.  He unzipped the fly
and slid my pants down and off my legs, throwing them into the corner along
with my shirt.  He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my boxers, and
slowly removed them as well.

He then looked up into my eyes again, and said with a certain gentlness to
his voice, "I love you."

And with that he licked up the entire shaft of my cock.  When he reached
the top, he swallowed all of it.  I was amazed that he could take all 7
inches so easily.  There was no way I was his first.  He licked, sucked,
and jerked my cock like he was a professional.  All the while my head was
spinning and I was writing and moaning uncontrollably underneath him.

When I felt myself get close to cumming I took him off and told him to stop
for a while.  Now was my chance to join the fun.  Almost took quickly his
remaining clothes were off and I was staring down at the most beautiful
dick I'd ever seen in my life.  7.5 inches, perfectly curved, tapering
slightly at the top before it became the most perfect head I'd ever laid
eyes on (and I've seen quite a few I should add).

Without waiting long I engulfed his cock and he screamed in pleasure.  It
wasn't long before he was doing exactly what I had done before.  However,
when he began to feel himself get ready to cum he pulled me over to his
mouth and began sucking me again.  It's as if he read my mind, because 69
is my favorite position in the entire world of sex.
  Having him suck on my while I devoured his cock was almost too much, and
I began to thrust my hips gently as I felt my climax drawing near.  At
almost the same time he moaned and began to fill my mouth with shot after
shot of his warm, thick ropes of cum.  This sent me over the edge and I
blew my load deep down his waiting throat before collapsing into a giant
heap of orgasmic pleasure along side him.

As soon as the room stopped spinning we both fell asleep along side one
another, him laying somewhat on top of me while I held him against me, the
left over cum glueing us together.

****

I awoke to find that Chris was gone.  I sat up, somewhat startled to find
him packing his suitcase.

"Where are you going?" I asked, somewhat confused (ok, very confused).

"I'm switching rooms," He answered.  I couldn't believe my ears, or my
eyes.  "I changed my mind... I can't do this... I'm not gay..."

And with that he left the room, leaving me sitting, still naked, on the
bed.


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