Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 21:46:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff harrington <jeff_harrington1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Renni's Life/chapter 7 (gay male/high school)

Well, here he is again. I never could say no to a red head. So Shane is on
his own little adventure at the moment. I have decided to focus on him for
a few stories. Hope no one minds. I will get back to the other characters I
swear, just not at the moment.

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Chapter 7 -- The Shane story


	Saturday had been an unusual day for me, I went over to Chad's
house with some trepidation, I had a fear that he would be looking for
physical comfort and not to talk. I wasn't going to let him. I had this
idea of Chad's house as the all American dream type house; you know the
white picket fence and perfect parents. What I got was actually a bit of a
shock, I found out from Chad that his dad was always at work and that they
were in the middle of a nasty divorce, his mom had thrown him out of her
house because she found out that he was gay. Dad said he would take him in,
he had said that he always knew his son was different and it didn't really
bother him.
	"That had shocked the shit out me dude." Chad said. When he moved
here he met Kevin at the park and they became fast friends. I made it known
to him that he needed to apologize to Ren for what happened, probably to
everybody for that matter.
	"I know." Chad responded. He was definitely in the dumps today. We
talked for a long time, probably more than he had ever talked to anyone in
his life. Looking at my watch it was close to four pm, which meant I had
martial arts practice in about thirty minutes. We said our goodbyes and I
left him alone. I was actually a bit worried about him, he was resilient
though. I knew he would suck it up and walk over there to apologize, they
were his true friends after all and I reminded him of that.

	Martial arts class for me was a spiritual experience, I just
enjoyed the feeling that it gave me. The perks of it were good too, like
being able to defend yourself and development of your body. For me though,
it was the spiritual side that drew me, I was always at piece with
everything when the class was done. My instructor suggested to me to take
up Tai Chi as well if I wanted a more spiritual experience. Once class was
over with I had gathered my stuff and was getting ready to go when I got
stopped in my tracks about half way.
	The family resemblance was amazing, he could only be Sensei
Yamashima's nephew or cousin, and it couldn't have been his son because he
wasn't married. There was another story altogether, when I first came to
his class two years ago I first thought that he seemed very young to be
teaching, I found out he was in his late thirties, but he looked like he
was in his twenties. I realized at the moment when I laid eyes on the
Sensei that I had a thing for Japanese guys. He was tall and very muscular
and had the most beautiful dark skin I had ever seen. To say that class was
a distraction for a few days was an understatement, in order to catch me up
to the rest of his beginner class he kept me after a couple days a week for
some personal training. One of the main problems I had was that I kept
looking down the top of his gi at those perfectly round, muscular pecs of
his. On one memorable day after class I was particularly close to him and I
could smell him, it wasn't a bad smell, it was a natural smell. He didn't
wear cologne because he said that the smell was distracting and deadens his
senses. I almost went into a panic, because wearing those gi's didn't leave
too much to the imagination if you got excited, so I focused and made it
through the class.
	After class was a different story, when we went back into the
locker room I was alone with him for the first time and we were both
changing, I finally got a good look at his body. He had these low rise,
black briefs on that hugged his frame like a second skin, he had a nice
thick bulge in the front, I swear if he had took his underwear off I would
of blew a load right then and there. That made me wonder what his social
and personal life was like, I had a hard time picturing him wearing that
kinda underwear, he always came off as the conservative type, maybe I was
wrong.  He was completely hairless, which made me wonder if there was
another place he shaved as well. Feeling my own crotch stir I quickly
dressed and he offered to drop me off at my house. I accepted and we were
on our way.
	I quickly ran up to the bathroom and a fantasy ensued that to this
day I still love to use:

	After practicing together we go back into the locker room and as he
undresses I can't help but stare at him, he catches me looking and I turn
quickly away, embarrassed. I feel him walk up behind me and turn me around.
	"I want it just as bad as you do." He says to me as he rips my
underwear off, lifts me into his arms and gives me a deep, passionate kiss.
	"Please fuck me!" I begged him.
	He sat down on the bench, spread my cheeks and gently guided me
down onto his hard cock. His thick, muscular thighs began to move and I
felt him slide his member in and out, I could feel the warmth of cock
inside of me. I couldn't keep my hands off of his body; I caressed his arms
and shoulders, then playfully bit and sucked on his nipples.
	Gently he laid me down on the bench, pinned my arms above my head
and started to slide a bit deeper inside of me, I let out a ragged sigh and
wrapped my legs around his waist.
	He leans over and places his chest against me and whispers into my
ear that he's coming.
	"I wanna taste you." I passionately let out. He starts kissing me
again and I lovingly suck on his tongue as he speeds up. His whole body
begins to tense and his muscles start to turn rock hard, I can feel him
approaching his climax.  Quickly he pulls out of me and I sit up and grab
his thick cock. He was just as shaved as I thought he had been. I pulled
back the foreskin and shoved as much of him in my mouth as I could. My
fingers gently traced the deep lines of his six-pack as he completely
tensed and released his urge into my mouth.

	I swear that day up in the bathroom was one of the best loads I
ever blew. I had jizzed all over my hands and crotch; I was such a mess
that I just jumped into the shower and believe me I slept well that night.
	Sensei went over to him and they talked for a minute and he brought
him over to meet me. They were definitely related; they had those same full
lips. I always thought that those lips were begging to be kissed.
	"I would like you to meet my nephew Brandon. This is Shane he is
one of my best students"
	We shook hands and I couldn't help but smile at him, he was
gorgeous. He kind of reminded of how Sensei might have looked at my
age. Brandon had very long, black hair, he was skinny but he had those
broad shoulders like Sensei had. When he smiled back he just seemed to
glow. You just got lost in those big, brown eyes of his.
	"Hello." He said to me in a soft voice. He even had a beautiful
voice with just a twinge of accent in it.
	"Hi." I responded. It was about the only thing I could say to him,
I was pretty much speechless. I wanted to say more to him, but I couldn't
think of anything else. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I talk?
	"Brandon will be going to your school; I was hoping you could show
him around on Monday."
	"I'd love you." I said to Brandon. What? Oh my god, what did I just
say! I can't believe it; I felt my face get hot. I must have turned 3 or 4
shades of red, "I mean^ÅI'd love to^Åto show you around on Monday."
	Damn how embarrassing.
	"I am almost done if you want to wait outside for me." Sensei said
to Brandon. He nodded
	"It was nice to meet you Shane." He said smiling.
	"Nice to^Å" I began, but got interrupted when he quickly leaned
over and gave me a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. Two shocks in so many
minutes, I swear I was going to have a heart attack.
	"You were right uncle, I do like him." he told his uncle as he
began to leave. All I could do was stand there and watch him as he went out
the door, he gave a look back and smiled at me and let out a little laugh.
	"Maybe now you will be able to focus your training and be my top
student instead of focusing on me." Sensei said.
	"I uh..." I tried to start a lie but he stopped me.
	"Don't even try, your not a very good actor." He laughed, "You need
a ride home?"
	"Ah no, I am going to the Museum today. Thanks though." I responded
and we left together.
	As I stood there waiting for the bus to take me downtown to moms
work, I came to a conclusion.
	Chad was the second best kisser.

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Renni's Life and all characters herein copyright jeff harrinton 2004