Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2003 04:23:16 -0700
From: CNOAACCT <cnoaacct@mailup.net>
Subject: Pierre

Disclaimer:

This story includes sex between consenting teenagers.  All criticism is
welcome.  cnoaacct@mailup.net  FAKE NAMES
Intro
	Before I start the story, I want to make it relatively clear what it
is.  Basically, Pierre is a guy that I love.  He's perfect, because I'm
in love with him... Most of you know how it feels to think someone is
perfect, just because you love them... well, I guess I realize it, but
he really does seem perfect to me.  Since I'm completely inexperienced,
(as in, I know what to do, but haven't done it yet.), I'm open to any
tips you guys out there have.
	Perhaps this is a bit of a cry-for-help scenario, and you're just
looking to get off, (which I totally understand, don't get me wrong),
but I'd like a little help as to how to go about getting him.  He has
girlfriends (a bad sign) but he never goes very far with them.  He
knows I'm gay, which I still wonder how I got up the nerve to tell him,
but I don't think he'd find me attractive at all (though he didn't give
me the standard "well, I'm not, but we can still be friends" speech
that most guys do."
	So... well... there's maybe a 10 percent chance I can get him to love
me, and a 50 percent chance I can get a blowjob out of him if I catch
him at the right time.  What I'm looking for is definition of the right
time.  I'm trying to figure out when he'd be most likely to let me blow
him.  *sigh*... I don't know.  Anyways, feel free to email me about
this, or to critique the story... It's my first story, but it'll be
good.  I'm pretty sure.
	What I know about him is as follows.  He's hot, he's perfect, he has
had girlfriends, but it never goes beyond hand-holding type of thing.
I think he's only kissed a girl once.  I know he's a virgin.  He's
extremely easy-going, and I'd feel horrible to pressure him into
something, but if he consents, who cares? :P.  I've never seen him
naked... I've seen him with no shirt, and his athletics have payed off.
  I'm fat, so I have a disadvantage, but I'm also smart, and
manipulative when I need to be... so... I'm trying.  In this story,
penis size is a guess, based on his racial background, and my
fantasies.  I'll update it if I ever get into his pants, haha.


=-Objective=-
My goal is to provide a good story, with good grammar and easy
readability.  Hopefully I'll succeed.  The characters are based on
Real-Life people, and I make the line clear between fact and fiction.
Obviously, the fiction is the best part.  =)

=-Contact-=
You can ALWAYS email me, even if it's hate mail (don't abuse this
privilege) at cnoaacct@mailup.net and I check my mail about 10 times a
day, so you'll get a quick response.  I hope to be a valued member of
the Nifty community, offering, hopefully, the hottest realistic Gay
stories.

=-Story-=

	I had just transferred into Drama class in ninth grade.  I wasn't
the happiest kid in the world, as I went through a lot of school-phobia
problems.  I freaked out whenever I had to do work, so I just went to
be a TA and to take drama classes.  Oh well.  At this point, I hadn't
fully come to terms with my sexuality, and, for some reason, like many
other gay people, had the urge to convince myself I was straight.
However, again like many other gays, I always slip the convincing off
to the side when I see a guy that interests me.
	Though to me looks aren't everything (they are important, but I care
more about personality), I first noticed quite a few different guys in
the class.  There was John.  He dressed in all black, and listened to
heavy metal music... He also didn't wear deodorant, and though he
smelled sort of bad, he was a cool guy.  Then there was Jon... short
for Jonathan.  Everyone called him Sanchez though.  Sanchez had many
feminine qualities... I was almost sure he was gay.  But that didn't
interest me.  I was more into manly men... Not dirty, or messy, but
manly.  Sanchez was fun though, and a great actor.  (HEY, IF YOU ARE
READING THIS, Sanchez (very unlikely) YOU KNOW WHO I AM.  EMAIL ME!)
There were some other guys who weren't worth mentioning, but then,
there was Pierre: Perfection.  His personality was extremely friendly,
and extremely open to everyone, while he was still masculine, and just
all-around great.  I always found my seat next to, or near his, and
made it my objective to befriend him.
	Pierre has black hair, and a dark-toned face.  He's French-Canadian,
though his father is originally from the Middle East.  His parents
aren't very good looking, but he and his sister, who was also in that
class, though two years older, are good-looking kids.  I don't know how
they pulled it off.  More on his looks later.
	Since he had such a great personality, befriending Pierre was no hard
task.  Our first project since I arrived in Drama was to perform a song
from a musical, though singing wasn't necessary... it was just
lip-syncing.  We did a scene from "The Jungle Book", and, lucky me,
Pierre was Mowgli.  Though, unfortunately, his breach cloth never fell
off, I did get to see him without a shirt for the performance, and MAN,
WAS HE HOT!  He had muscles bulging out of his arms, and nice pecs and
wide shoulders, probably from playing football.  I was the Elephant,
because, basically, I'm so fat.  I talked to Pierre, got to know him.
It turned out he was in a punk band, with someone I knew, someone I
sort of knew, and someone I didn't know at all.  He was the guitarist.
Though I wasn't a big fan of Punk, I'm more into Japanese Pop and
Techno (odd tastes, I admit), I do like some of the punk, admittedly,
because he plays it.
	The performance was nothing to write home about, accept, there was a
flute solo, and he took out a stick and pretended to play the flute.
Then, spur-of-the-moment, I decided to join him with my trunk, which
was made from one of the things you attach to vacuum cleaners to get to
hard to reach places.  Sanchez gave me some heat, but everyone else
thought I was hilarious.
	During the course of that year, I found out a few more things.  Pierre
was going to the new high school next year, which I wasn't going to (at
the time.)  Pierre's sister, Nicole, was also in the class...  Though I
can't remember clearly, we were playing a game in Drama, "news
conference," where people are asked questions about something they did,
then they have to guess what the terrible act was.  Since Pierre's
sister, Nicole was also in the class, she went outside, and the teacher
asked Pierre to come up with something Nicole had done which would
embarrass her (cool teacher, huh?).  Pierre came up with one night,
Nicole got scared and slept with her mom and dad.  Though that wasn't
too good, Pierre was nice, and everyone had a good laugh.  Then, it was
Pierre's turn to go outside, so Nicole could seek her revenge.  I went
out with Pierre as the person who makes sure that he doesn't hear what
they say, so he would be able to guess fairly.  When it was time to
come back in, it was eventually revealed that Pierre did something to
the effect of running around naked with his male cousin (!!!).  I am
not exactly sure that was it, because no one said "haha, you're gay" or
anything to that effect to him afterwards, but I remember saying a
silent "WOOHOO" when I heard that.  I wish I had stayed in there and
heard more details from Nicole, because if I had, I'd be able to know
whether or not he is gay much more  easily.
	As I said earlier, Pierre was going to the new highschool.  It was a
new one, open only to 9th and 10th graders, and we would both be going
into 10th grade the next coming year.  Eventually, since it was closer
to my house anyway, I got enrolled in the new school, only so I could
get to know Pierre better.  Yes... I loved him enough to give up John,
Sanchez, and the rest of the gang of friends I had made.  Through a
summer of no Pierre, me being too scared to call him, I got a wild hair
up my ass and decided to have Pierre over to play some gamecube.
	Wanting to talk to Pierre alone some more, I decided to have him come
over.  Trying to be a mature 15-year-old, Pierre decided to walk from
his house to my house, about a mile.  As it turned out, he got lost.
My mom and I whizzed out there to pick him up, and, of course, she did
all the embarrassing motherly talk with Pierre.  Since I am in love
with him, I always had let facts about him slip out, so Mom had some
decent material to talk to him about.  I was worried Pierre would
realize how much I loved him if he knew how much my own mom knew about
him... so I tried to take the conversation as though I was running
things.  It seemed to work.
	We played Monkey Ball pretty much the whole time.  He had something
else to do with someone else, so he only stayed about an hour and a
half.  He did get to the last level though, on Normal Mode, which is
quite a task!  He was his usual fun self, but no signs of attraction
(obviously.)  No hardons, no scooching closer, nothing.  I didn't try
any of the "are you gay" tests, because I had too much on the line to
lose him.  I really wanted to get him naked, and if I had to get him
naked as his friend, so be it.
	The next year, I went to the new school.  Pierre and his band all went
there as well, so I got to know the guys.  Their names were Omad, Jim,
and Al.  Omad was decent-looking, but he didn't really attract me.  He
was originally Egyptian, no accent or anything, and was the drummer for
the band.  Jim didn't attract me much either, though girls flocked to
him.  He was very tall, and very good-natured and nice, though a little
on the dim side.  Al was great though.  Smart, attractive, a jock, and
a punker.  He had spiky hair, though it would go wild, and a great,
nice personality.  Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I could never get him
in bed, unless I tried real hard.
	I remember one time, I was hanging out with Al and Omad, and I was
talking to Al about how he'd like a blowjob from a guy.  He said he
wouldn't.  Somehow, I got away as pretending to be straight.  He gave
me the effect of he didn't think he'd like it, but he wouldn't mind
trying.  Of course, I would love to suck him, but I didn't take my
chances of losing his friendship by offering it.
	Another time, I was sitting there with everyone.  I told about having
a Girlfriend in Japan who I had sex with, in order to sound like I was
experienced, and very much like them.  I was hoping it would turn them
on and lead to a circle-jerk, but of course I'm usually let down, and
this was no exception.
	Yet another time, we were all talking, and Jennifer Lopez came up.  I
said that there were men I'd rather have sex with than J-Lo, as though
it was a big 'dis' to her.  They said "whoa, I'd never even think of
having sex with a man... are you bi?"  I figured it advantageous to say
yes, and that was the first hint they ever got of my secret
homosexuality.  Jim came to me with the worry that I would go after
him, and I told him not to worry, that I wasn't attracted to him.  He
seemed pretty relieved.  Al had said to me, "hey, it's ok if you are
bi, but I'm not," as had another guy named Frank.  My friends were OK
that I was bi, though I think I never did tell Pierre that I was.  For
some reason, he was always off getting a soda whenever I revealed this
type of thing.  No one talked to me about my being "bi" afterwards,
though.
	I remember another time with Al and a bunch of other people (not
Pierre, Omad, or Jim, though) I was entertaining a large group of
people with my boobs.  I was making fun of them, as I'm fat so I have
them, probably C cups.  I was talking about how all the girls hate me
because I attract all the boys away from them, and I was being my
comedic self, on a little caffeine from a Mochaccino.  They were asking
me if I could lick them, and I said I could, which is true, though I
never do.  Then someone named Rick said, "haha, I have to be there to
see that!" at which point everyone jumped on him for being gay, though
he backed out and said he was joking.  He's not the gay type, so
everyone believed him.
	However, the conversation stayed on Gays.  I put out the question "who
would you rather fuck, the hottest guy in the world, or the ugliest
lady in the world."  People made the point that the ugliest lady in the
world would have nasty "cheese coming out of her" and eventually
everyone decided on the man, except the kid who was accused of being
gay earlier.  It was a small victory for me, and gave me a little hope.
	Nothing much happened until a few months later.  Pierre had to record
a rap song for his class, and needed my help, as I'm a rhyming
mastermind.  We came up with a funny song.
	The next day, I was in a pretty bad mood.  I had a lot of fun hanging
out with Pierre, but I was frustrated because I wanted something more.
Mix that all with a case of depression, and being fat, and you've got a
suicidal day.  Because of my temporary hopelessness, I talked to Pierre
on AIM.  I told him I was feeling suicidal, and he tried to calm me
down.  He asked what was wrong, and I told him I couldn't tell him.
Then, another wild hair, I told him that if he wanted me to I would,
but that it was some deep shit.  He said that he wanted to know.  So...
I told him.
	"Well, first of all, I'm gay.  That's bad."  Though I don't think it's
bad (I'd LOVE being gay if I could get some love once in a while.), I
had to make it look like it wasn't my fault, and like it traumatized
me, which, in this case it did.  I didn't tell him I liked him, but
because I messed with him so much, and told him how hot he was (as if I
was joking), I thought he figured me out.  He treated me as normal
after I told him though.  I knew he would... he's perfect, remember.
He treated it as an "Oh, that's all?  No big deal" type of thing.

-------This is the end of the non-fiction.  The rest is complete
fiction, but hey, if anything happens, I'll update you.-------

	A week later it was Spring Break.  Pierre was having the band over to
hang out and play video games.  Since I did all the computer-based
things for the band, I got to come too.  I brought the video games,
too, of course.  We played a Wrestling Game, where we all made our own
characters, and pissed each other off by messing each other up right
when we were about to do our big finishing move.  It was fun.
Eventually, Jim got angry, and put Omad in a mock-headlock.  Everyone
joined in, and eventually we were all messing around on the floor,
trying not to hurt each other, but trying to make it look as through we
were.  As you may guess, I picked Pierre as my victim, and I took him
by the waist, and threw him down.  I then jumped up, and pretended to
land on him (I landed on my hands and knees, and he was in between, so
he never got touched.)  Someone got thirsty, and Pierre ran off, the
good host that he was, to get some water bottles.  I could have sworn,
though, when messing around, I felt a familiar feeling... a nice,
blood-filled penis.
	The rest of the time there, I was determined to find out who had a
little too much fun.  Whoever had the hard-on no longer had it, so I
had to see who was acting shyly, and more embarrassed than usual.  I
hoped it was Pierre.  I hoped he wanted me nearly as much as I had
wanted him.  Everyone started leaving because their moms had set strict
time limits, but mine was loose enough to let me stay there as late as
I wished.  She'd be up late working regardless.
	As it ended up, it was me and Pierre, and we went up to his room to
play on the computers.  I brought my laptop, and he was on his
computer.  He showed me some punk videos he'd gotten, and I showed him
some Japanese stuff I like.  He had a better taste than most punkers,
though, as he was open to a lot of different stuff.  I also showed him
funny things like Google in fake languages (Borg Borg Borg, Pig Latin,
Elmer Fudd, and so forth) and some other funny websites like
Engrish.com.
	I went over to his computer to look at a Punk video he thought was
funny, but when he was scrolling through his videos, I noticed some
porn.  I thought about it, and figured, "why not?"  So, after the
video, I called him out on it.  I said, "hey... let me see here..." and
found a porno of a girl giving a blow job.  Eh, the cock was pretty big.
	"Haha, yeah... you found my stash," Pierre said, a little embarrassed.
	"Ah, no worries.  Everyone has one," I lied.  I don't have one, I just
read the stories, but hey, to each his own.
	"Yeah, I guess so.  She's pretty hot, eh?" Pierre said, trying to make
conversation.
	"Nah.  She doesn't give good head," I said, trying to sound like I
knew what I was talking about.  "My girlfriend from Japan could do way
more than that... hell, since I wasn't attracted to her that was what
kept me there," I lied again.
	"Ah, really?  I never get girls past the kissing stage," Pierre
replied.
	"Well, girls aren't really that great man.  They're selfish," I said,
hoping to advance it... I guess it was another one of my infamous wild
hairs.  "Guys can do better."
	"Oh?"  was all Pierre could say after that.  At this point, I looked
down, and saw what was the beginning of a beautiful thing.  A small
bulge was beginning to become a big bulge, and soon enough, I could
make out that he had an erection, and knew this was my one chance.
	"Yeah man... listen.  Let me take care of that," I said, pointing at
his crotch.  "I guarantee you it'll be the best you'll ever get."
	"Dude... I'm not gay," Pierre said.  I got a little bruised inside, as
what I wanted more than anything in the world got ruined, and I was
losing hope that there really was happiness.
	"All right, whatever, man."  I sat down on his futan.  However, he had
a weird look on his face, whatever that meant.
	"You know what?  I think I'll let you take care of this.  Whatever
feels good, eh?"  Pierre finally decided to say, with a sigh.  My heart
skipped a beat.  This was what I wanted more than anything, and it was
finally going to happen.  I knew this would be the best day of my life,
by far.  It's not every day a fat, gay kid has the hottest person in
the world in front of him, giving him what he wants more than anything
else.
	I decided to make this last.  I went over and locked the door to his
room, and then I got to undressing him.  I slowly pulled his shirt up
first.  I looked at his happy trail, moved up to his belly button, and
slowly over his nice lower chest.  Eventually, I got to his erect
nipples, and started playing with them.  He was enjoying this quite
immensely.  Pierre was the type of person who didn't like massages, so
even the slightest little thing would be felt very much by him.  I
sucked on his left nipple first, taking it into my mouth and flicking
it, licking it, and tapping it with my tongue.  I did all I could think
of to stimulate it, then moved on to the right.  The right was
considerably hard, and I enjoyed every second I had with it.  I flicked
it around, inspected it, then took it into my mouth and played with it.
  I could tell he was really itching to get his dick sucked, so I pulled
his shirt all the way off and moved down.
	His pants were held on by a belt.  It was one of those belts that has
an airline seatbelt buckle on it, and I took it off.  I then unbuttoned
him, and unzipped him, but I held his cock down, because I wanted to
see it so much.  I turned him around, and pulled down his pants, and he
stepped out of them.  I then saw his boxers, and his cute butt.  I
pulled down the rim of his boxers to just pass the top of his crack,
and was overwhelmed by how hot this was.  I was harder than I've ever
been in my life, and I think the 5 and 1/2 inches I've measured on my
dick just turned into a solid 6.  I licked along the top of his amazing
crack, then I pulled his pants all the way down, still yet to see his
cock.  His butt was a little hairy, but since mine isn't I was
intrigued.  Then I closed my eyes, turned him around, and opened them.
	Wow.  The first thing I noticed was the size.  His amazing penis was
about 7 and a half inches in length, and probably 5 inches in girth...
maybe a little more.  The next thing I noticed was that he was
uncircumcised.  This was interesting to me, since I'd never seen one in
person that was uncut.  It had a sweet scent to it, as precum was
collecting on the front.  I pulled back the foreskin, revealing the
most beautiful head I've ever seen.  I was amazed.  I was in heaven, or
the closest thing to it that actually exists.  I touched the cock, and
just loved its feel.  Pierre loved its feel even more.  I then
proceeded to put it into my mouth.  It was hard to get all of it in
there, but I managed to do it by leaning my head back quite a bit.
Then, I sucked, while moving my head in a circular motion, going
clockwise.  It tasted sweet.  My tastebuds wouldn't allow it to taste
bad since I wanted this so badly for so long.  Over a year since I met
Pierre, I was finally sucking him, and both of us were loving every
second of it.  After a minute and a half or so, he was close to coming,
so I slowed down a bit.  I then picked back up, and brought him to near
orgasm about 3 times, until I finally let go, and sucked fast, hard,
and with as much tongue intervention as I possibly could.  He was
thrusting into me, and I was loving it.
	I could feel it get even harder, and eventually, the first spurts of
cum came into my mouth at rocket force.  I used the cum as a lubricant,
and kept going until he started shaking from the intense pleasure, and
finally took it out of my mouth.  I then Jimpled the cum in my mouth,
as a french wine connoisseur would wine, and admired its taste, and
then put my head up and swallowed it down.  Best experience of my life,
bar-none.  Pierre was amazed.  He had no idea it could be that great,
and offered to do the Jime to me.  I was amazed too, at that point.
Pierre wanted to suck me!
	I told him if he didn't want to he didn't have to, but he then
admitted he always wondered what it was like.  "I've never done it
before, and I was amazed how good it felt... I wondered what it was
like on your end.  I want to.  Let me."  Obviously, I said ok, dropped
my pants in a quick swoop, and my 5 and, let's say, 3/4ths incher stood
full mast... In fact, much bigger than I'd ever remembered it being in
any of my jack-off sessions.
	Pierre took it into his mouth, and had no trouble getting it all in
there.  He played with my balls with his hands, and it all felt amazing
together.  In a Franker of 10 seconds, I felt the tingling feeling, the
heat building up, and started thrusting mercilessly.  I came about 5
seconds after that, and my dick pumped more cum than I'd ever imagined
into my friend's mouth.  He didn't mind though, and he swallowed.  I
then helped him to his feet and kissed him.  It was my first kiss with
tongue, but I think I did it well enough.  We both put our tongues into
each others mouth, and I could taste the hint of my own cum, as well as
his.  I rubbed my half-hard cock against his... it was magic.  As one
would expect, I ended up spending the night there that night.  The
morning was even better.
	I asked Pierre if he wanted to try fucking me.  He said he would fuck
me, but he didn't want me to fuck him.  I told him I didn't want to
fuck him either... I just cared about having him in me.
	"So... do you have any lube or lotion?" I asked.
	"Yeah, I have some KY in my drawer.  Nicole gave it to me a long time
ago... haha."
	"Allright.  Great!  This will be so amazing man... But I have to tell
you something."
	"Okay, anything."
	"I love you, Pierre.  I've loved you ever since I first saw you in
drama class.  You're so perfect.  I've told you so many times any girl
is lucky to have you, but I'm even luckier than a lotto winner, man.
This is what I've wanted for what feels like centuries."
	"You know... I always thought this stuff would be disgusting," he
replied.  "But I am so glad I tried.  It's amazing.  I can see myself
loving you, too."
	I would have cried, but I was too excited about having the first thing
ever put in my ass be Pierre's huge cock.  I went on my back, and put
my legs up, as Pierre lubed up.  He eventually found his place, and he
put his hard cock right onto my crack.  He pressed it just a little
bit, and I felt it start to open.
	"Go slow, man... I've never done this before," I warned.
	"Don't worry," He said.
	I tried to push out, as though I was using the toilet, and eventually,
it found its way in, and hit my prostate... WOW!  I was amazed how it
felt.  He kept going in and out, in and out.  "Fuck me!" I whispered to
him.  He was getting into it as much as I was, and his eyes weren't
closed as I would have expected... they were open.  He was looking into
my eyes with a puppy-love type of look.  I was amazed I had won him
over that easily and quickly.  I think that was when I knew I loved him
and that he loved me in return.
	He kept going until he came, but when he came, that set me over the
edge... I started going crazy, and had the best orgasm of my life...
Pierre grabbed onto me when he recovered, and I just lain back and
enjoyed it.  Cum splattered all over, and we were both exhausted.
However, we got up and took showers a few minutes later, and I went
home after breakfast.

	Pierre was my hope, and my dream came true.


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