Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2009 04:13:32 GMT
From: "kirby.0000@juno.com" <kirby.0000@juno.com>
Subject: Terrance's New Life

	My name is Terrance, and I just experienced the biggest shock of my
life. After living in San Jose for eight years, I was forced to move with
my parents to Oakland. I'm seventeen, barely a junior in high school, and
I'm part Philippino, part Mexican, part white, and a little bit black. With
all these racial backgrounds in my life, I've always found it hard to
connect with all of them. When I lived in San Jose, I of course focused on
my Asian culture, because most people there were. I had tons of friends, I
was on the football team, and I was having the time of my life... until my
parents decided to up and move to Oakland for 'business opportunities', but
I think it's because they saw me slacking in school. Of course, why would I
have focused on my grades when I had friends and girls to be with? Maybe
they also found out about my beginning alcohol addiction, which came from
all those parties I went to there. I had a girl in one hand, a bottle in
the other, and a careless attitude toward my future as long as it was
fun. But all that pleasure wasn't to last, and now here I am in Oakland,
and I'm just trying my best to adjust with school and finding new friends.
Luckily, football season is starting soon, so I'm hoping I can at least
beat the shit out of these jerks here, and maybe impress a hot girl and get
her to date me.

Well, these were my expectations, but something much different happened to
me.  A whole new aspect in my life opened up, and at first it scared me,
but in the end, I accepted myself and I found my place in this new world.
Anyway, it all started the week after football tryouts, after I had made
the team as a linebacker, when I was returning to the locker room after the
end of practice. I didn't really have any friends, and none of the guys on
the team seemed interested in talking unless it was to correct me for
something on the field. I figured it was because of my looks; I have deeply
tanned skin, have a good amount of facial hair and have that sort of
straight-hair skater thing going on with my hairstyle, which probably
doesn't fit my toned and muscular body. I weigh about one hundred and
ninety pounds, I made it a habit to work out almost everyday, and so these
clashing characteristics probably confuse people, who ever saw a Mexican
bodybuilding skater? But maybe I'm being too hard on myself; regardless the
guys never said much to me. Still, this time when I was walking into the
locker room one of the guys approached me. I knew his name was Andrew, he
was a white senior kid, the type that wears team jackets and class rings
and has a girl on him constantly.

"Hey, Trey? Is that you're name?" He sounded friendly, but obviously he
wasn't very observant, having no idea what my name was.

"It's Terrance." I replied as gruffly as I could manage, which was pretty
damn good.

"Oh, hey, sorry. Ah, I noticed you had some trouble covering Neal today.
Actually, this isn't the first time..."

I shifted uncomfortably to my other foot, looking down at the concrete
floor, "Yeah?"

"Hey, well, I was wondering if you wanted some help. I mean, I know Neal
pretty well so I could pretend I'm him and we could run a few plays until
you feel more comfortable with it."

I was walking home anyway, which meant I could stay after, and I felt like
I couldn't refuse a friendly invitation, so I agreed. "Ah, so, when..."

"Oh, let's do it right now before we shower. So, just grab a ball and meet
me out there, I'm just going to talk to coach real quick." He slugged me on
the shoulder in a manly gesture, and walked down the row of lockers to the
coach's office. I slung my equipment back over my shoulders and went back
outside.

The practice was good; it was just Andrew and me, running a few plays. When
we got back into the locker room it was empty, all the other guys had gone
home. We walked over to our lockers, even more worn out than before. I
tried to hide my exhaustion a little, so I casually popped open the locker
door and started changing. Andrew didn't bother acting tough, he stretched
out on the bench, letting out a deep sigh and groaning, "Ah, fuck, I'm so
tired." He laughed, smiling lazily, showing his perfect, white teeth. Ah,
that was fun though."  I grunted in response.  "You seem pretty chill
though. Hey do you want to come over today and we can just hang, pick up on
some chicks, or I have a workout room if you want to..."

"Today?" I knew I was free, but I didn't want to give it away that I didn't
have plans.

"Fuck you dude," he laughed, sitting up, "you know you don't have anything
going on."

"Ok, cool I guess."

"Sweet, let's hit the showers then, I brought my car so we don't have to
walk or anything lame like that." I blushed slightly at this, but I
followed him into the showers. I usually didn't shower at the school, I
would just go home and clean up there, but I didn't want to seem weird, so
I calmed myself and began taking off my clothes. See, I'm always afraid
that I'll see another guy's stuff or that my own doesn't compare to theirs,
so I generally avoid public showers. Andrew was already out of his clothes
and under a jet of hot water. I did the same, skipping a spot and getting
under the nozzle a little bit away from him. There were no dividers, just
one tiled room with the showerheads around the edges, and all the water
sort of pooled at your feet before it drained into the center of the
room. I don't know why, but when I walked past him, I couldn't help but
glance at his body. All I could say was that he was well built, and I felt
kind of jealous, except he had less body hair than I did, which I was proud
of. I didn't see his privates; he had turned away to put his face toward
the pouring water. I got under a jet and instantly relaxed. The water was
hot and strong, it blasted my sore body, massaging my muscles and filling
me with energy again. Then I realized that I didn't have any body wash or
shampoo with me, because I usually showered at home. I felt my face get hot
and red, and I was wondering if I should ask him for something when Andrew
turned around and asked, "Hey do you need soap? Here, I have this awesome
herbal essences body wash and shampoo shit, if you want. It smells hella
good!" He reached over to hand me the plastic bottle of wash.  But it still
had some slippery soap on it and the water made me drop it. My face got
even redder.

"Aw fuck, don't worry about it. The guys used to tease me all the time
about 'dropping the soap'." He stooped to pick it up at the same time I
did, and we sort of ran into each other. My reaching hand bumped into his
crotch, and I grazed his balls. I must have gasped in embarrassment,
because he just busted up laughing. "No worries man, we do shit like that
on purpose after practice sometimes." I tried my best to chuckle, but I
just took the bottle and turned away. I started to wash my hair and body
with it, feeling like a complete dunce. Andrew pointed out to me, "Dude,
you're doing it wrong. You need to lather that shit, really work it in." I
realized I was letting most of it get washed away by the water before I had
lathered it. To my surprise, Andrew stepped forward, grabbed the bottle,
and put a big dollop in his hand. "Like this." He slapped his hand onto my
chest, which felt cold because of the body wash gel. I sort of stood there
not knowing what to do as he used his hand to rub the gel into my pecs and
shoulders, although it did tickle. "There we go." He gave my chest muscle a
squeeze and playfully slapped my ass.  He laughed mischievously, and dodged
back over to his jet. I felt something inside of me.  I had never been so
intimately touched by another guy, but I felt so relaxed when Andrew did
it. Tingles shivered through my body, and I felt completely comfortable. I
felt like I had already been a friend with him for months.

"So, what did you want to do when we go to your house?" I asked
nonchalantly.

 "Ah, I dunno, maybe work out, see a movie... Watch some porn," he added
jokingly. I laughed too, thinking nothing of it. "Do you watch porn, or are
you not into that?"

"Hmmm?" I was surprised by the sudden inquisition. "Ah, yeah I do. I mean,
I have."

"So, are you a virgin?"

"Ah... Yeah." I interjected, "Not to my hand." We both laughed a little at
this dumb joke.

"Dude, I need to fucking get a load off. I haven't jacked-off in more than
a week, and it's hard enough not fucking my girlfriend."

"Why don't you tap that if she's up for it?"

"Coach says I'm more focused and a better player when I 'save-up', cause it
makes me more aggressive. All those hormones build up I guess."

"You and coach talk about stuff like that?" I was surprised by his honesty.

"Yeah, we're buds." There was silence for a few moments, just the sound of
the running water and the thick steam, which by now had clouded the room
quite a bit. "Hey, Terrance, would you ever masturbate with another dude?
Or even like, do oral'n shit?" I didn't know where this was going, but I
felt like I could be honest with Andrew.

"Um, well, I haven't ever done any of that..."

"Yeah, but would you?" He glanced over at me, and then continued lathering
the body wash on his chest and arms. I considered the question, wondering
if I ever would do something like that. I mean, I'm straight, but a little
harmless fun didn't change that. Plus, Andrew's presence somehow made me
bolder, like it was ok to be myself.

"Sure, I guess. You mean, just dickin around with friends?"

"Yeah, sure." He kept washing himself, I had had paused and was looking at
him.

"Why, would you?" I didn't want to be weird by being the one who said
'yes'.

"Dude, are you kidding me?" He turned and gave a big, boyish grin. "I have
already done shit like that. And I'll be honest, sometimes the guys can
give head better than the girls." Again, I don't know why, but I
blushed. He continued, "Like this one time, a bud on the team got high
after practice and started giving guys free oral. We were all just dudes
fucking around so four or five of us took him up on it, and it turned out,
he could suck a dick better than my girlfriend." He chuckled a little,
which made me smile.

"Seriously?" All this talk was making me realize how horny I was; I hadn't
been in a good mood since I moved to Oakland, which meant I masturbated
less. "I'm actually not really surprised. I mean, guys know what they want
so it makes sense they would know what to give."

"Exactly!" He raised his eyebrows in agreement. "I'm glad you understand
what I'm saying, allot of guys would just say 'that's gay' or it's because
'I'm not getting any from my girlfriend'. But you probably know how it
really is. Guys can appreciate each other and have some fun that way, it's
what makes us guys." The more he talked, the more I started agreeing with
him.

"Yeah, I get you." There was more silence as we finished up our showers.

I was about ready to turn off the spigot when Andrew said, "Ok, so I'm just
wondering, so I'm white and my dick is seven and a half inches, so I wanted
to know if yours was bigger, you being ethnic and all" My face was burning
hot again.

"Uh, actually, I've never measured it."

"Really? I thought every guy did." He was baffled. "Is it big?"

I was too embarrassed to say much, "I don't know..."

"Well, let's see it." I felt my heart jump. He was asking me to show off my
stuff, and I had rarely ever been naked in front of another guy. "Just grab
it and start going" He demonstrated by seizing his own cock and fondling it
a bit. This was the first time I saw his area; he had moderate amounts of
pubic hair, but the obvious weight from his balls and dick made up for
it. They bounced as he played with them; his dick was flopping around while
increasing in size as he continued to stimulate it. Pretty soon, his thick,
long cock was stiff and throbbing, and he was fully fisting it. "Come on,
join the fun."  The water was still hot, the steam was obscuring much of
the room, and I knew both of us were pumped full of hormones and emotion
that needed to be released. So, I looked down at my own package, and with
my right hand started to play with it. I already knew my dick was no match
for Andrew's. Mine was about five inches, uncut, dark, and with a slight
downward curve. His was circumcised, but had a downward curve like mine. My
balls didn't hang as low as his, but they were dark and big, and I knew I
had more pubic hair than him. At first, it was all tingles and my
nervousness, but once my dick was hard, I didn't feel awkward anymore.

"Nice bro! Look at that dark uncut piece of work. I bet that solid bad boy
could fuck the shit out of a bitch." I was bolstered by his approval, so I
started to use my whole arm to fist it. I pulled on the foreskin, making my
head come in and out of it. The feeling was great, my meat felt so
satisfying to be in my hand. Andrew, meanwhile, was using both his hands to
rub his shaft, and he actually started moaning. It started with small
grunts, but the faster and harder he pumped, the more he groaned. "Oh,
fuck, this feels so good. Uh, uh, mmhmm" His eyebrows were furrowed, and he
was biting his lip. "Ok, man, I can't do this alone. It's been too long, I
need your help." He paused, letting his cock drop and slap on his thigh,
and he walked over to my stall. I stopped also, but when I let go my dick
sprang back up. "If you give me a hand job, I'll fucking suck you're
dick. That's more than a fair deal."

I normally would have rejected this, but the heat of the moment and his
plaintive tone made my response a nod. "How do you want it?"

"Uh, here. I'll lay down, and you do your thing." He got down on the floor,
lying on his back, and he spread his legs apart. The water was flowing
around him; on it's way to the drain. I got down too, kneeling where his
legs were open, and reached for his cock.  I really didn't know what I
would do, I had only ever masturbated myself, but I knew what I would like,
so I started from there. I took my left hand and started to roll his
testicles, and with my right hand I gripped the end of his enormous manhood
and started massaging the tip with my thumb. Andrew groaned in a deep
voice, letting out breaths of air every time I would stroke his head. I did
this for a minute, and then realized I should get going with it. I kept
pulling on his balls with my left hand, but with a solid hold on his rod, I
rubbed him with my right. It was an odd sensation, I was used to feeling my
own penis, but it was weird to feel another guy's. It felt warm and soft,
but stiff and thick at the same time. I varied my stroked, pumping this way
and that, sometimes using both hands to massage him. The whole time, he
squirmed slightly and moaned allot. If I was not using a hand, I would
reach forward and massage his stomach and chest, feeling his abs and pecs,
playing with his nipples. Once I even ventured down from his balls to his
hairy anus, which I fingered the rim of. At these extra efforts he would
always say how amazing it felt and how good I was. Normally, I would have
said this was too much, but I still hadn't orgasmed yet and so my hormones
were still raging. After about fifteen minutes of this, I noticed his cock
was even harder than before, and it was throbbing faster. "I'm- I'm g-gunna
cum" I knew this typical warning from watching porn, but I never knew how
real it was. In a moment, Andrew was yelling with pleasure as he came, and
his cock erupted with semen. I kept on masturbating him as he came, which
made him yell more and for more of his manly juice to come out. The first
squirt shot out with such force, that it hit me in my broad chest, the
second and third shots came out onto his legs and stomach. The rest just
poured out down his goods and onto my hands. About thirty seconds later,
his dick was getting really floppy, so I let it drop and gave his thigh a
congratulatory smack. He was looking at me, breathing heavily, and with a
twinkle in his eye. "That was fucking amazing, thank you bro!" He grunted
and rolled over onto his stomach, then hopped up. "Ok, my turn, as
promised. But first, you have to try some of my jizz. After all, I'm about
to have a mouthful of yours."

Curiously, I looked down and realized there was still some of his semen on
my chest. I wiped it off with my fingers and without thinking, I didn't
want to think about what crazy shit I was doing, I put it in my mouth. I
licked it off, pleasantly surprised by how good it was. I had once tasted
my own, but I didn't really care for the taste, but his was sweet and hot
and salty at the same time. I swallowed the sweet juice, feeling the sticky
warmth of it still in my mouth, like honey. "That's it, hella good, huh?"
We were both grinning; I grunted a 'yes'. He walked in front of me, and
knelt down, popping my still stiff dick into his mouth and burying his face
into my pubes. I gasped at how warm and wet his mouth was, and how good his
lips and tongue felt as he worked on me. He moved his head back and forth,
working it in and out, sucking on my foreskin and taking my dick into his
throat. He steadied himself and me by placing his hands around the back of
my thighs, almost grasping my butt. I started moaning now, unable to
contain this glorious feeling. He just kept sucking and licking, skillful
at his task. I had my hands behind my back, but sometimes I would reach out
and grab his hair; it was kind of involuntary. Within ten minutes, I was on
breaking point. Ripples of passion spread through my body, and I felt a
point of extreme pleasure in my crotch. I orgasmed, feeling my own hot
ropes of cum shoot into his mouth. He just kept going, taking all of it
into his mouth. I had four or five loads of it, and when the waves stopped,
he took his mouth off.  He swallowed some of it, but spit out more of it
back onto my dick, using it was extra lubrication as he sucked some
more. Eventually, he had licked and swallowed every drop of my semen, and
stood up with a smile.

"That was... amazing." I felt it too, I felt a great bond with Andrew now,
but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty.

"Dude, we need to do this again." He punched me playfully on the chest,
"There's always this afternoon at my house." We both laughed, but I still
felt slightly bad about all of this.

We cleaned up, got dressed, and soon left the locker room, feeling much
less stressed and much more relaxed. We got in Andrew's car, and sped off
to go to his house.