Date: Sat, 18 Jan 1997 17:28:46 EST REPLY TO ganymede@hotmail.com The Reluctant Queer by Novus Homo Standard Disclaimer: This note is for government types who have probably never had sex in their lives. This is a work of erotic gay fiction. Any resemblance to any real person, place, thing or event is entirely coincidental. Persons who are offended by gays, gay sex or erotica should leave NOW. Homophobic neo-Nazis should wonder why they are reading this, leave NOW, and then jump off a bridge and embrace an octopus. If you're looking for light Anais Nin-type erotica you should also leave, because if you read this you're probably going to have a heart attack. Don't say I didn't warn you. Persons who are under 18 or whatever legal age is in your jurisdiction should also leave. (Personal thought: I couldn't care less how old you are. If you're under 18 and exploring your sexuality, THERE IS NO BETTER TIME. GO FOR IT. The law, however, requires me to put this ponderous piece of verbiage in.) This work is (C) 1997 by Novus Homo (a pseudonym). Comments, suggestions, and honest criticisms should be sent to ganymede@hotmail.com . Flames will be either ignored or met with a tart and wounding reply. The Reluctant Queer by Novus Homo We were getting tired of Nick. He was a sixteen-year-old guy, who teased everyone in class relentlessly. For us, it was worse because he had something substantive to tease us about: we were gay. "We" were Annam, a short, muscular olive-skinned Vietnamese guy; Ian, a dirty-blonde guy with a disarming smile, and myself. I'm 5'11", with brown hair and eyes, muscular build, and clear complexion. We had been out for some time now, and it was generally known what kind of relationship we had. No-one much minded, except Nick. Something had to be done about him. We made a plan. One day, Ian and I were walking to my place from school, and Nick appeared. "Hey, queer boys! Goin' off to one of your fuckparties?" he hooted. At that moment, Annam leapt out from behind a tree and pinned him (Annam is on the school wrestling team). I had snitched some chloroform from the Chem lab and now put it on a pad and pressed it to Dave's face. He went limp. We bundled him off to my place. The street was deserted and calm. We carried him into the basement and attached handcuffs to one wrist. Ian then took the other cuff and led it around a pole in the middle of the floor, then attached it to Nick's other wrist so he was bound to the pole securely. We took a strip of duct tape and wound it around Nick's eyes. My folks were away for a week and had left me to my own devices. Nick started to stir. When he discovered his bound state, he started to struggle fiercely and yell. "What the fuck is going on!" I stepped up and slapped him in the cheek. "SHUT UP! You won't talk until told to do so. You've been a pain in the arse for the last five months, and we're gonna teach you a lesson. We figure you can't hate what you are." His jaw dropped. "So we're gonna turn you out. When the day is over, you're gonna be GAY just like us and there isn't a thing you can do about it!" He started to sweat. "Please don't. Oh please. I'm sorry I've been such a prick. Just let me go and I'll stop it. I won't tell anyone. Please!" "Too late," I said. Ian went to work. He ripped off the guy's T-shirt, revealing a muscular torso. His six-pack abs rippled as he strained against Ian's stripping procedure. Ian then unbuttoned Nick's jeans and pulled them over his bare feet. The crowning touch was that all three of us grabbed his underwear and yanked in different directions. The fabric of his boxers tore, leaving him nude. We were astonished. His muscular legs could have been the model for Michelangelo's David. Looking up, we saw a perfectly formed seven-inch cut cock. It resembled nothing so much as a Greek pillar topped with a beautiful violaceous orb. Nick was of average height, and his face and shoulders were freckled. His hair was orange and flowed around his head. He was a picture of beauty. I grabbed the tape over his eyes and ripped it away, eliciting a sharp howl of pain and surprise. "Okay, arsehole. Here's a little preview of tonight's entertainment." With that, Ian and Annam lay down on the floor and pulled themselves together. Annam hugged Ian tightly and thrust his tongue into Ian's waiting mouth. They kissed for several minutes, then started to remove each other's clothing. When they were nude, Ian grabbed the Vietnamese boy's veined brown cock, and started to jack it up and down slowly as both their cocks lifted to erection, all this without breaking their passionate kiss. Annam slid his mouth down Ian's body, producing little susurrations of pleasure from the blond boy. He drew his friend's hard cock into his mouth and gently licked around the head. He then went down on it and sucked it with intense desire while lifting his head up and down. Ian slid around and took Annam's cock into his mouth. Their hot 69 continued for two minutes before each moaned into his friend's cock and spewed his hot load into the other's mouth. They flopped over, spent. "We're going to give you something to remember us by," I said. I looked at Nick. His wavy hair was matted with sweat and he had an expression of horror on his face. I also noticed one other thing: he had a hardon! He was also gay! Or at least bi. I tweaked one of his nipples playfully. "Don't worry," said I, "your secret is safe with us." He blushed. We decided to get him on the floor. Ian removed one of his handcuffs and lay him on the ground, then reattached him to the leg of a hefty easy chair. I started light: I bent over and tweaked his nipples until they were stiff little points. At that point I bent over, put my mouth over his, and thrust in my tongue. He started to pull away, but with a little more exercise, he started to get into it and his tongue came to life. We kissed for three minutes, maybe more. With great reluctance I broke away, then moved on to the next phase. I grabbed his cock. He gave a small jump, but then laid back on the ground and started to enjoy it. I spat on my hand by way of lubrication then went at him, jerking his cut cock and driving him bananas with passion. With each stroke he bucked up and down from his supine position. Finally, after about a minute, he came, gushing hot geysers of his milky fluid all over the carpet. Throughout this time, Annam and Ian were watching hungrily. I turned to them and said, "Hey guys, the more the merrier. Come on over here!" They wasted no time scrambling over. Annam spat on his hand and lubed his dick, then mois- tened Nick's virgin ass. Nick's eyes widened as he realized what was about to take place, but before he could say or do anything, Annam had prodded his cock into Nick's hole. Nick gasped, but Annam kept thrusting in. I whispered to Nick, "Act like you're taking a big shit and it'll be easier". He strained visibly, then started to ease into the motion, contracting his sphincter ani in time with Annam's fucking. Just at the moment of climax, Annam pulled out and blasted onto Nick's red pubic hair. Nick in his turn sowed his seed over Annam's spent, supine form. They lay in silence for a time. At that point, Ian decided he wanted in on the action. He pulled Nick up so he was sitting with his bound hands behind his arse. Ian then walked forward so his crotch was in front of Nick's face and Nick lunged forward like he knew what to do with the rest of his life. He took Ian's cock head in his mouth and swished his tongue around the head. Ian's head snapped back and he moaned. Nick went down on the head and continued to suck until Ian howled and blew his load into Nick's throat. At this point I sat between Nick's legs and rammed my 7" up his ass which was prelubricated with Annam's seed. A few slams later, we both blew our wads simultaneously, one over the other. We lay in silence. Nick was the first to speak. "My God, guys, that was great! I never thought it could be like that. I'll be sure to come back often!" "Are you going somewhere?" I asked. He blanched. "I said we'd give you something to remember us by, and we will! Annam, get the scissors. Ian, I need a bucket of hot water. I'll get the razor and the shaving cream. Nick, your pubes are history!" When the preparations were in place, Annam and Ian held his legs, between which I knelt. Nick was thrashing, but I slapped his chest and said, "Stop thrashing! If you keep moving I might cut something important." I started to trim the red thatch, the curly hairs falling onto the rug. When his bush resembled a brush cut, I took the shaving cream and lathered a gene- rous amount on his pubic hair. I then took the razor and started to shave the hair off. When I was done, his bush was completely gone, leaving only gleaming pre-pubescent skin. He won't be going into the shower room at school for some time!