Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2006 14:25:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Stephen Aramburu <aramflag@yahoo.com>
Subject: Power of Love 2

	Yecheng stepped out of the shower in only his tight boxers, took a
clump of his dirty clothes, and threw them into the washing machine.  My
eyes followed his ass the whole time.
	"Hope you don't mind that I sleep in only my boxers," he said,
warmly.
	"No...no of course not," I replied, trying to sound as calm as
possible.  He came back into my room and laid himself down on the bed,
while I slept on another, inflatable bed that I set up for myself.  I was
incredibly hard the whole time...thinking about what it would've been like
to just touch that ass of his.
	I'd layed there in complete, utter silence, thinking, non-stop,
about the feelings I was feeling.
	Over the next week or so, the two of us hung out together everyday.
We did all sorts of fun stuff together.  We went to the arcades and melted
our hearts into the awesome games the arcades had to offer.  We went to the
theatres and watched movies.  We also went shopping at all the malls that
Xuzhou had to offer.  We really got to know each other.  I liked him a lot,
I'd decided.  The two of us just had so much in common.  We were into the
same music, the same clothes, and the same television programs.  We both
went through that phase of our lives when we were just obsessive over
Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon and all those other gay children shows.  We still
loved Dragon Ball Z and Naruto, however, perhaps the two best animes every
created.  Too bad the television programs cancelled them.
      We'd only known each other for a little more than a week, but I
already felt like I knew him all my life.  At the same time, Yecheng was
giving me confusing thoughts in my head.  What was happening to me?  Why
does my stomach feel weak every time I look at him?  Why do my legs tremble
when I look into his eyes?  Was I falling in love...with another boy?  The
more time I spent with him, the more beautiful he appeared to me.  I was a
boy!  There's no way I could love another boy!  That was just wrong!
	  That morning, the two of us crunched down our breakfasts and were
about to go to downtown Xuzhou to have some fun.  He was dressed in a sexy
"Russell Athletics" shirt and some short khakis that went down to just
below his ankles.  Summer was already in full swing in China and school
wasn't to start for at least another two months.  I called a lot of my
friends to see if they wanted to hang out, but all of their mothers picked
up and said that they were already on vacation.  So in the end, it was just
me and Yecheng, two boys of about the same age, wandering Xuzhou.
	We first stopped by KFC and got something to eat.  Then, we walked
down the street to the shopping mall.
	"Is this your first time visiting China since moving to the US?" I
asked him.
	"Yeah, it is," he said.  "It's definitely changed a lot.  I don't
remember seeing all these tall buildings and billboards everywhere.  It's
so industrialized, now."  We happened to pass an athletic center with an
indoor bowling alley, indoor swimming pool, and an indoor tennis court.  We
first checked out the ping pong club on the second floor.  We rented out a
couple of paddles.
	"Betcha can't beat me at ping-pong!" I joked.
	"We'll see," he said.  I had previously received coaching from a
world-class pingpong player and I crushed him 11-1 in five straight games.
He simply laughed it off, before we took the elevator to the third floor,
where the indoor tennis courts were.
	"I'm sorry, the tennis courts are temporarily closed.  Please come
back tomorrow," said the young lady working at the counter.
	"What do you mean it's closed!?" I yelled.  "How can it be closed?"
	"It is completely full, right now.  We have no more space" she
responded.  "Please, try again later today."  That sent me into a tirade,
as I started screaming and cursing at her, while Yecheng looked at me and
laughed.  The girl screamed back with curses just as powerful and ordered
us to leave before she called security.  Finally, I'd given up.
      "All the courts are full," I told him.  "You're such an amateur,"
Yecheng laughed, before stepping up to the counter and taking a small, red
card out of his wallet.  The girl at the counter saw the red card and
jumped up immediately.  "My friend and I want to play tennis," he said with
an emphatic smile.  "Can you please check the courts more carefully?  I
doubt that all of them are full."
	"I'm so sorry for the inconvenience," she said, nervous to the
point of tears.  "I didn't know...I'll call them immediately!"  The girl
then phoned somebody.  Before long, two men in suits came down from the top
floors of the buildings.
	"We're so sorry that you had to go through that," the men said,
looking very scared and embarrassed.  "The girl is new" they said, pointing
to the girl at the counter "...she does not know her manners."
	"Whatever," said Yecheng.  "Can you please take us to the courts?"
	"Certainly," said the well-dressed men.  They took me and Yecheng
down the stairs into a row of 7 indoor tennis courts, all of them being
full.  The businessmen walked into the nearest court, where a coach and his
student were playing.
	"Get out right now!" they ordered.  "Your time is up!"
	"What!?" the coach yelled.  "I paid for two hours on this court!
I've only been here for 45 minutes!"
      "Your time is up!" they yelled.
      "That's bullshit!" the coach fired back.  The coach cursed, kicked,
and screamed, but that didn't stop the two men from picking the coach up
and literally throwing him out of the exercise center.  He laughed and took
two identical tennis rackets out of his bag, giving one of them to me while
holding the other one for himself.
      "How'd you do that?" I asked, amazed that we got a court even after
all of them were full.
      "I'm part of the Olympic team!" Yecheng laughed.  "I could use any
tennis court in China without having to pay shit!"
      I had had some experience playing tennis and I am a pretty decent
player, but Yecheng was just beyond amazing.  Playing tennis against him
was like wrestling with a god.  He blasted serves that had to be at least
100 miles per hour (no joke!) and his forehands and backhands just flew
onto my side of the court like bullets.  Everybody else in the facility
just stopped playing tennis to watch him crush me.  When he hit the ball,
the noise that came off his racket was just so clean and so loud.  I had
never imagined that the game of tennis took so much power and athletic
ability.
      Next, we headed for the arcade across the street, where we played
pinball and DDR.  The more I looked at Yecheng, I more I fell in love with
him.  He was perfect.  The way he talked, the way he acted, the way he
played tennis, the way his ass moved on the DDR machine...they were all so
perfect and so sexy.  Apparently, some girls thought so, too, as an entire
flock of them came up to him, giving him their numbers and smiling,
flirtatiously, at him.
      "Dude...you're such a pimp!" I laughed.  "You're getting the numbers
from the hottest girls in our school!"
      "Yeah," he said with a smile, before throwing the numbers into the
garbage can.
      "What are you doing?" I said, secretly happy that he wasn't
interested in any of the girls.
      "Not interested," was his only answer.
      After an awesome day, the two of us played video games in my room for
the next two hours, before eating dinner and showering.  The whole time,
the two of us were babbling endlessly about the day we had and shows we
liked.  It seemed that we'd developed a powerful friendship, even though it
was only our second day of knowing one another.
      "These boys are talking like old friends," my dad whispered to my
mom, as they looked on, amused.
      "Good thing Yecheng isn't a girl," my mom whispered back.
"Otherwise, we'd have grandchildren already."  The two of them burst out
laughing, leaving me extremely embarrassed.  Yecheng laughed as well,
though I could tell that he, too, was made uncomfortable by the joke.
      That night, I was restless.  I couldn't stop thinking about the day
I'd spent with a sexy hunk.  Normally, I would've masturbated myself to
death in the shower, but instinct told me to keep it all in that night.
Yecheng had just walked out of the shower, in nothing but his boxers, and
crawled into the bed, while I watched, rather attentively.  I was extremely
hard, as I layed in my inflatable bed, while Yecheng slept in my bed.
Meanwhile, I was wrestling with the thoughts in my head.  What should I do?
Were the feelings I felt disgusting and wrong?  I should just dump him as a
friend and avoid doing anything I'd regret, I told myself.  But no.  He's
my friend!  He's beautiful. I love him too much and I couldn't stand to see
him hurt!  Love?  Beautiful?  What the hell was I saying?
      It was late in the night.  My parents were already asleep and, as
usual, the door to my bedroom was locked.  Suddenly, I thought heard little
sobs and sniffles coming from the direction of my bed.  I looked over and
saw that Yecheng's face was turned to the wall, and he was definitely
awake.
      I walked over to him and got onto the bed with him, before wrapping
my arm around him, hoping to provide him comfort and soothing.
      "Are you okay?" I asked.
      "I...I didn't know you were awake..."he said sobbing, apparently
embarrassed that he was crying in front of me.  "I'm fine..."
      "No you're not," I whispered tenderly.  "If you were, you wouldn't be
crying..."there was silence.  "Are you homesick?  Do you miss your parents
or something?"
      "My parents?" he laughed.  "My mom died a long time ago...what good
is there in missing her?"
      "Well, your dad's still alive, right?" I said, saddened by what he
told me.
      "Yeah...he's in Hawaii right now, having the best time of his life
with his girlfriend and his other son he had with her."
      "What the fuck?" I said, not believing what he'd just told me.
      "I hate tennis," he said.  "I only got into it because I'd realized,
after my mom died, that it was the only way that I could make a living for
myself...especially because my dad's a drunkard who can't even take care of
himself...let alone me."  His sobs were becoming louder and more emotional.
      "That sucks..." I whispered.  "Your dad's a...and I thought my life
was tough."
      "I remember that ever since I was nine..." he continued, "my dad
would come home from work...and he'd go to the bars ...he'd come back, at
around midnight, drunk as a pig, normally with a prostitute in his
arms...One of them got pregnant and gave birth to my 'brother'.  She is now
engaged to him.  Haha...stupid whore." He laughed bitterly through his
tears.  "I have to hide myself really well before he comes back, or..."  I
looked at his naked shoulders and back and realized, for the first time,
the scattered bruises that ran down them.
      "He abuses you?" I said.  There was a pause.
      He turned around, looked at me, and nodded, his face wet with tears,
unable to speak.  I placed my arms around him and he just started crying
insanely onto my shoulder.  I was really pissed off, at that point, not at
Yecheng but at his dumbass dad.  What kind of a son of a bitch would treat
his own son this way?  Aren't fathers supposed to love their own sons?
	I held him tightly in my arms as he cried for what seemed like
forever...then, his sobbing stopped and he fell asleep as I held onto him.
I was rubbing his naked back, the whole time, trying to soothe him...then
it hit me...the boy I was holding was wearing next to nothing...he was in
his boxers and his was in my arms.  I became extremely hard now.  I found
my hand going lower and lower down his back, until it reached his boxers.
Then my hand, which, at this point gained a life of its own, slipped itself
down Yecheng's boxers and onto his ass...the bubble butt which I loved so
much.  I felt it and it was soft as velvet.  I slipped my hand around his
buttocks again and again, getting harder and harder each time.  I was
beginning to get bolder and bolder...I slipped my hand into his hole...that
sent shivers down my spine...I pictured, in my mind, the tightest, pinkest
hole in the world.  Yecheng didn't even budge...he just continued to cling
onto me.  Then, I grew even bolder.  I slipped my hand around his waste,
onto his penis.  It felt so soft and hairy.  Then, I started masturbating
him...
	It was at that point that he shot right up and stared straight into
my eyes.
	"What are you doing?" he asked...his emotions and expression
ambiguous.  I was so ashamed...so scared...I wanted to leave the room then
and there and never come back.  But he already knew...I was attracted to
him.  Hell, I had my hand on his penis!  But I didn't do it just because I
found him sexy...I didn't do it to molest him...I did it because I loved
him.  Then, it hit me.  I was in love with him!  All the feelings I felt
all came together into an obvious reality that I was too blind to realize.
I had truly fallen in love with Yecheng, not just with his body, but with
him as a person and every aspect of his personality.  I had gotten myself
into a situation where it was too late to turn back.  I found tears
building up in my eyes, as I uttered out my confession.
	"Yecheng...the truth is..." I swallowed hard.  "The truth is...ever
since the first time you stepped into my house, I...I felt a weird
feeling...a good, but incomplete feeling that left me with joy and
confusion at the same time...I wasn't sure, at first, what the feeling
was...but now...now I know it's love.  I love you."  He looked at me,
confused.  What was he going to do now?  Was he going to punch me...beat
the shit out of me?  The pressure was too much to bear.  I walked up and
was about to leave the room, but much to my surprise, he grabbed onto me
and held me back.  I turned around again and saw tears in his eyes.
	"Can you say that last part one more time?" he begged.
	"I love you..." I whispered.
	"Do you truly mean that?" he asked.
	I nodded.  "Yeah...I do."  He hugged me tightly.
	"Thank you so much..." he sobbed.  "Nobody's ever said that to me!
I love you, too, Zequin!"  At that moment, we looked into each other's eyes
and we were both confused and excited at the same time.  We both felt the
same feeling...our faces moved into one another and our lips touched.  The
touch was gentle, at first, but became more and more violent, as I shoved
my tongue into his mouth.  Before long, I was completely naked, while he
was in his boxers.  We continued kissing for a while, before instinct told
me to move down further onto his nipple.  I had never even heard of gay sex
before...homosexuality was an unknown concept in China...but somehow, I
knew that doing so would give him pleasure.  And sure enough, it did, for
he started moaning.  I moved to the next nipple, before moving down onto
his thigh.  Then, I eased his boxers down his knees...he, too, was
completely naked, at this point...and he was so sexy.  I started licking
his penis, which was hard at this point, like crazy, before taking it up my
mouth.  He shuddered and moaned...but soon, I realized that something even
more beautiful was underneath his penis.  His ass...that musky smell
tantalizing all of my fantasies.  Soon, I let go of his penis and started
licking his ass...such a sweet, beautiful taste.
	"It feels so good!" he cried.
	"Does it?" I smiled.
	"Yeah...it does..."  I continued licking his ass...but I wasn't
satisfied...I wanted more.  I had this strange feeling...I wanted to stick
my penis up his ass.  And I did.  I shoved it up his hole.  He moaned in
pain.
	"Does it hurt?" I asked.
	"A little..."he said.  "But it also feels kind of good.  Keep
going..."  So I obliged and started sliding it up and down...slowly at
first, but getting faster and faster.  Soon, my thrusts became more and
more powerful...the feeling of unimaginable pleasure washed over me as I
pumped faster and faster and faster, before I blew wads and wads of semen
into his ass.  I collapsed on top of him, totally exhausted...then, we
started kissing again.  I realized that he was still hard...so I went down
and finished what I began.  I began sucking and blowing on his penis.  He
moaned loudly...it must've felt so good for him.  He held onto me as he
braced for the inevitable orgasm.  He started shuddering violently, before
he blew a load of cum into my mouth.  Nothing ever tasted to sweet
before...I swallowed it all.  He then placed his head against my chest and
curled up against me, as I held him in my arms.
	"I love you..." I whispered, as I kissed Yecheng on the head.
	"I love you, too," he whispered back.  "You make me feel so
secure...so loved."  Soon, we fell asleep in each other's arms...the best
sleep I'd ever had.