Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 13:47:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: The Reluctant Gay, Chapter 3

The Reluctant Gay, by Boris Chen

Chapter 3, Chevy Vagina

Between sophomore and junior years in high school things changed for Billy
and me a lot. His parents split-up, they moved to Dallas to live with
Billy's grandparents. He suspected it was coming but the actual
announcement came suddenly one day. He didn't tell me for two days because
he was too angry to say it out loud.

Then suddenly one weekday there was a large truck and they were gone. The
realtor showed up the next day to pound a sign in the grass in their front
yard and our era ended just like that.

Last time we were alone together was one month ago. We both just turned
seventeen. We met by accident at the gas station on our bikes. He was
buying a pack of smokes I was getting a six pack of cokes. We rode back to
his house.

We went into his back yard so he could light one up. I hated the smell of
cigarettes. My dad used to smoke and I always thought it was a disgusting
habit but I kept those thoughts to myself.

Then we went to his room. I walked in first, then Billy. He shut the door
while I walked to the stereo. His rig was way better than mine. I switched
it on to 97.7FM the local classic rock station then started to turn across
the dial looking for what else might be on.

Billy walked up behind me while I was on my knees in front of his Panasonic
receiver scouting the FM band. He started rubbing my shoulders and pressing
his front side into my back. I briefly pretended not to notice since we'd
done so much intimate touching over the years we just got used to it, sort
of expected it from each other. The thing we didn't know then was this was
going to be our last time.

I heard the sound of a blue jeans zipper slowly going down, then pants
being un-buttoned. Then he slid the head of his dick on the back of my neck
and my ears. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I shifted around
halfway facing him. He took one partial step sideways and slid his cock
into my already drooling mouth.

My mouth drooled for his dick just like it would for a platter of baby-back
barbecue ribs and slaw.

I digress.

We never spoke.

I took him then slid my hands up to his jean covered butt cheeks and pulled
him into my face hard, taking him all the way into my mouth. Luckily he
wasn't as long as I was. I think Billy measured around five inches, I was a
bit longer but not as thick as he was. He was like a cut of polish sausage,
I was more like a long oscar meyer weiner with a knob on the end.

I bounced my head into his belly repeatedly, he rode along but started
whimpering in pleasure. Within three minutes he jizzed in my mouth. I held
still like he taught me. I counted in my head to fifty then slowly, very
slowly pulled off keeping my lips tight around his dick. My final act was
to gently touch the tip of his head to my tongue then give it a gentle kiss
too.

Slowly, Billy pushed me back to the armchair to sitting. On his knees he
un-did my pants and slid them with my shorts to my ankles. Then he went
down on my boner with me watching the show from above. I would stroke his
hair and shoulders while he bobbed his head on my boner and worked my shaft
with his right hand too.

This method worked well for my dick, I usually lasted less than 180
seconds. He would pull his lips to the head of my dick and literally suck
the cum from inside me, then pull off and lick my head a few times, then
lean forward and lay a tiny kiss on my belly button hole, then stand up
running his arm across his mouth while I reached for a bottled water for
both of us to share.

Fifteen minutes later I was home. Three weeks later I got a call from
Billy, he sounded really weird like I never ever heard from him
before. Never saw him cry or anything but he sounded different. He said
they were moving tomorrow across town. He'd call me later to explain. The
call never came.

And just like that he was gone, he left with 50% of my life. I never had
the chance to tell him I liked him. We never spoke of us. I doubt I ever
told him he was my best friend. We never took the time. I was depressed. My
parents never noticed. My little brother noticed I was strangely quiet and
withdrawn but nobody else did.

Fall seemed weird without my best friend in school. So I had to start my
life over and find new friends.

By the time my junior school year started two of my older brothers had
already left for college, it was just me and the Stain at home now along
with my drunk father and my psycho mother.

By October 1st I had made one potential new friend. We had gym and English
class and homeroom together. His name was Scott Wyler, everyone called him
Sly, but I'm not really sure why. Maybe it was a combination of his
names. He was about an inch taller than me, also brown hair and blue eyes
too, but he was in much better shape than me. He had his own car, a 1975
Chevy Vega 3-door piece of crap. But at least he had wheels that ran,
slowly but they ran. It did blow some white smoke out the exhaust.

Scott worked at the local Taco Bell. I worked at DQ on the weekends saving
up for a motorcycle or a beater car of some sort.

In gym class I marveled secretly at his body in the showers. He had a thick
pubic bush and a long dangly dick that looked like Billy's but longer, but
not as long as mine but maybe twice as thick. He had a small inny, sort of
like a small hole, and flat tits on a muscular chest, he had a faint 6-pack
on his stomach and a real V-shape to his upper body. I had to avoid him in
the showers to avoid the anticipated dreaded shower boner, a mega social
no-no in gym. Almost guaranteed to get you beat up in the parking lot. Or
in my case, drug there then beat up if you were without car like I was.

Eventually I managed to start to talk to him in class and moved my seat in
English to sit right behind him. After the entire months of September and
October we got to know each other enough to start to meet outside of school
for pizza and twice at the library to study for English mid-term exams and
discuss college.

Also found out we were both planning on going to West Texas A&M as Forest
Service and Botany majors. I took it to be a sign, he took it to be a
coincidence. My parents took it to mean that there was one more kid to pay
tuition for. Luckily I managed to keep my grades up and do well on my SAT
exams. Don't know where that came from. I got an overall 720 on my
exams. Scott got 710.

As the weeks went by of junior year we saw more and more of each other. I
got used to looking at him so I no longer avoided him in the school
showers. I managed to get little peeks at his hardware just enough to make
a mental picture to help my wanking sessions but not enough to get hard in
the showers.

By Christmas break we had our homework caught up and decided to party at
his house one night. I'd been there before but never overnight. Seems his
folks keep him on a tight leash. They met me before and seemed comfortable
with us as friends. His folks were out of town for the week. He lived in a
nice neighborhood on the other side of the highway. Their house was
suburban huge. His old man was successful at something, he told me but I
forgot really.

It was a Monday night, Christmas was two days ago. We were off school until
next week. We were in his basement lifting weights in our old gym clothes,
tank top and shorts in school colors of white and maroon. We were spotting
each other.

When it was my turn on the bench he loaded up 40 pounds on each end while I
got into position laying on my back below the bar. He stepped up to the
head of the bench while I put my hands on the bar, took in a deep breath
and lifted the weights off the stand and slowly lowered them to my
chest. Took in a deep breath and shoved it towards the ceiling. Then down
to my chest and repeated the process. His gym shorts were almost touching
my forehead, he was hovering right over me like a good spotter was supposed
to.

On the fourth press something caught my eye. Scott had nothing on under his
shorts I could clearly see his low hanging nuts and the head of his dick
looking right at me while I pressed 90 lbs a few more times. I could hardly
breathe or concentrate any more.

Finally on push nine I had enough, he reached down and helped me raise the
bar to the stand where it landed safely. He stood over me with his junk
dangling less than a foot above my eyes. I'm sure he knew he was showing
his junk to me, but I kept quiet. My dick however had other ideas.

I laid there panting while he stood silently over me waiting to see if I
was going to do one more push. My dick started to get hard, my eyes were
stuck on his dick head. I felt my shorts start to get tight

S: "Nice hard-on dude!" He said with a laugh.

My face immediately turned blood red with embarrassment. I was thinking
what I could say that wouldn't reveal my biggest secret.

M: "Sorry, just not that often I get some guys dick within a foot of my
eyes is all, kinda hard to concentrate."

S: "Not a problem. I get them all the time. That's why they call me Sly."

M: "Huh?"

S: "That's how I got the nickname 'Sly' in 7th grade."

M: "Okay, I don't get it!" I said as I moved to sitting sideways on the
bench looking him in the eye now instead of glaring at his dick.

S: "Sorry, I thought everyone knew. I got caught like six times in seventh
grade by my friends jerking off in the boys bathroom. I knew everyone was
doing it, I was the only one that got caught at school again and
again. Call it bad luck. Maybe I'm not so Sly after all."

I was stunned by his admission, which also made my dick get harder just
sitting there.

M: "What made you so horny in 7th grade that you couldn't wait til you got
home?"

S: "Showering at school and my dick had a growth spurt. You see I had two
reputations that year. Everyone forgot about the other one I guess."

M: "Oh yeah, what was that?"

S: "Biggest dick in the entire school." He said with a bold smile.

M: "Wow!" I said trying to not look at his crotch as he stood at the head
of the weight lifting bench in their un-finished basement.

The room got really quiet for a moment or two.

M: "Like how big?" I dared to ask.

He looked right back at me as if scanning me with his radar, then without
warning he took off his leather lifting gloves tossing them onto the old
beater sofa in this part of the basement, then put his thumbs into his
waist line and pushed down the front of his shorts fully exposing himself
to me, but it wasn't anything I hadn't seen almost 100 times already in
gym.

He took one hand and slowly started stroking his dick.

It got longer and longer. And it was aiming right at me. By now the pubic
bush above it didn't look so long any more. By my estimation he grew to
about the same length as mine but maybe twice as thick, around seven inches
end to end. He stood there cradling it in his right palm as if he was
holding a rare piece of antique pottery. I stared at that piece of meat
thinking all sorts of things to myself.

S: "So what you packing? I seen it in gym but never hard, till now anyway."

I stood up doing the same thing he did, sliding them down in front exposing
myself balls and dick and started to wank it, but I was already half hard
and already leaking a little. Then I sat back down. He moved both hands
back to the weight bar but his dick still stood out pointing straight at my
face as if radar guided. I felt like if I moved in any direction it would
move to keep it's aim right at me.

I kept up my stroke until I was fully hard. We were about the same length,
I was maybe half an inch longer but way thinner than his. And I had a
fraction of the pubes he did too.

S: "So whatcha wanna do now?" He asked with a serious look on his face.

M: "Oh, I don't know. What else you like to do at home?"

S: "Jerk off, work out, eat, watch TV."

M: "Well we already got one of those done, right?" I said with a nervous
laugh.

S: "Tell you what. Let's go back to my room, I'll race ya. Last one there
has to do whatever the winner says."

M: "Deal. Who says go?"

S: "You do since I'm about three feet closer to the bottom of the stairs."

M: "Okay." I paused a few seconds, then stood up and pulled up my shorts,
he did the same. I started to act like I was going to sit back down and
suddenly jerked to my side running for the stairs but never yelled GO."

Scott took off right behind me.

I grabbed the stair railing hard and tried to jump up three or four
steps. It was a single flight of stairs, straight line from basement floor
to hallway floor. The door at the top was wide open.

I got halfway when he smacked my left foot with his hand causing me to fall
to my side on the bare wood stairway, he literally jumped over me landing
on the first floor and casually walked up the next stairs to the second
floor where his bedroom was the last door on the left side.

I landed on my left shoulder and hip hard, but I wasn't injured really just
a little sore. Never hit my head or anything.

I walked into his room while Scott was sitting on his bed naked with his
boner in his right hand. Now it was aimed at the ceiling instead of at
me. He motioned me to come to his bed, which I did.

S: "Looser, right here please. I know you want this, no sense hiding that
anymore Anderson." He said pointing at his crotch with his left hand. I
walked over to the bed. I knew I wanted it too but I never said it out loud
to anyone, even Billy.

S: "I know you've wanted this since September. Here's your big chance
Mister Anderson." He said with a smirk on his face as he re-aimed his dick
to point right at me again. I couldn't stop staring at the little wet spot
at his pee hole. I knew he was right. I wanted his dick, I wanted his
titties and I wanted him.

At this point I knew there was nothing more to lose and lots to gain.

I walked next to the bed slipped off my shirt but kept my shorts in
place. I sat next to his thigh on the bed still staring at the boner that
was staring right back at me. It was as if his dick had become it's own
little person that I seemed to know really well.

It had been almost 18 months since my last intimate encounter with anything
except my right hand. It was time for that to change. I trusted he would
not beat me up or invite others to do so. So I accepted the immediate
risk. I reached over grasping his wrist pulling his hand away from his
dick, which didn't fall to the side like I figured it would. It stayed
aiming at the ceiling. Now the wet spot had grown and was starting to ooze
fluid down the underside of his boner towards his balls.

I reached over gently placing it in my grip and slid it up and down to get
a feel for his size. This was much bigger than anything I had eaten before,
including food. His boner was a little bigger around than a kielbasa and by
my best estimate he was seven inches long or so. I knew from sliding my
hand on his shaft that mine was a little longer. My right hand was deftly
calibrated to measure such things.

In slow motion I fell sideways landing my mouth exactly onto the head of
his dick and slowly took him. He had no flavor but did have a salty
taste. I caught the odor of some type of shower gel in his groin. I could
taste waves of saltiness in my mouth as he pre-came again and again into my
slowly moving mouth.

After a minute or two he raised his hands to encircle my head and neck. He
ran his fingers into my hair. I closed my eyes and imagined I was doing
Billy once again.

His hands started trying to control the speed of my oral stroke. I moved my
right hand to in front of my lips and extended the size of my mouth by
adding my grip to the stroke. His grip on the sides of my head got a bit
tighter.

Then he started moving my head in shorter faster strokes. I felt the head
of his dick swell between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I knew we
were about to launch. In my mind I started the count-down.

12-11-10-9-8-7

On six it started with a sudden gush of salt and goo. I felt him shoot
about four times into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as he could spurt. Five
Four Three Two and he was done. One and I stopped but kept my mouth in
place, sliding my hand over to his on the side of his hip.

I heard him let out one big breath and heard his head hit the wall above
his head board.

I opened my eyes and examined his belly button hole not a couple inches
from my nose. It was blurry but nice to inspect. He looked and smelled very
clean, which was nice.

The room was quiet, nothing moved. I could hear the grandfather clock in
the upstairs hallway ticking.

Slowly I pulled off his boner and sat upright looking at his face, then
down to his tits and his stomach, with the little hairs below his belly
button. He had a great body, just like my early gay-radar experiments said
he would have.

I hoped I hadn't been dreaming the whole thing.

Then it hit me. His cum had no flavor really, just a little salty. Much
nicer than Billy's in so many ways. I haven't heard a thing from Billy
since the day he left.

I stood up to get my gym shirt off the foot of the bed.

S: "What you doin?" He asked with a relaxed look of pleasure on his face.

M: "Getting dressed." I replied hoping he would let me do him again soon.

S: "Put that down and come over here."

I did as he instructed and sat back down next to his right hip. Then he
motioned for me to get on the bed straddling his stomach, which I did.

He slid my shorts down releasing my aching dripping pulsating dick.

He took me in his right hand then dropped it and put his hands behind my
cheeks and had me move forward a little closer to his chest. Then he
re-grasped my dick and started wanking me towards his face.

I was on my knees hovering over his abdomen. Scott's right hand wanking me
and his left hand wandering all over my tummy and chest. I was upright,
eyes closed hands wandering on my chest too. We fought briefly for who was
going to tweak my nipples, him or me. I won because I knew what felt the
best. He was doing a masterful job working me.

I didn't last long, maybe 120 seconds. I felt this amazing heat and
pressure build in the end of my dick. I wondered if he was gripping my too
tightly. Anyway, the pumps had started, it was only a matter of a few more
seconds now.

This hot pressure shot down the length of my dick, the head swelled and my
orgasm paused for a second or two. I opened my eyes.

This white hot blast of cum shot out of my dick splattering his entire
front side from nose to his belly button but my orgasm hadn't officially
started yet. My GOD! I was amazed at what I saw.

A long rope like thing shot out on the first pump hitting Scott in the
neck, the second shot one second later hit him in the middle of his chest,
the third one hit him in the face around his mouth, the fourth one got him
again in the face, the fifth in the chest, the last two on his stomach. He
dropped my dick, one more shot out hitting him right in his belly button
hole. Then it dripped for maybe eight seconds onto his lower tummy into and
around his dick and in his pubes.

I realized I had been holding my breath all this time.

The room started to sparkle and everything got dark, so I dove onto the bed
next to him landing on my back with our legs twisted.

I had my eyes open but I wasn't talking. Neither of us were.

I was surprised by the fierceness of my orgasm, never had one like that
before. Never shot sperm like that before. Never shot sperm before the
sensation of being in the orgasm before, never even heard of it happening
before. I felt sweaty and slightly nauseated briefly. Then it passed. I
laid there staring at his left hip noticing the texture of the skin on the
side of his body.

I moved my eyes upward to see if I could see a profile of his nipple, but I
couldn't. I noticed the smell of the scented laundry soap they must use in
the clothes washer near the weight lifting bench.

I slowly blinked my eyes, the world seemed to be moving in slow motion or
maybe my brain was in high speed motion but everything suddenly became
keenly obvious to my senses. I thought I was on drugs or something. The
feeling was weird.

Scott moved his hand over to my arm sliding it slowly up and down.

Without saying anything he rose off the bed and left the room. He walked
out the door turning to the left and disappeared. I watched in slow motion,
then closed my eyes and re-watched his butt cheeks as he slowly walked out
his bedroom door turned to the left and disappeared. I closed my eyes and
took in a few deep breaths, then started to feel more like normal. My boner
was gone.

I heard a distant toilet flush and footsteps in the hallway, Scott returned
to his room and laid down next to me.

I reached over as he laid back almost flat on the mattress like I was. I
placed my hand on his chest resting my fingertips onto his left nipple just
to feel how soft it was. I could feel some tiny hairs growing around his
tit, I suspected he might be shaving them off, I felt some razor stubble
around his nipple too.

I didn't have the guts to kiss him or even ask if he wanted to. Since he
talked to me in a manner that made me feel slightly dominated by him, I
never got the idea he liked me in any way or felt romantic or anything more
than this was just a sport fuck and a one night'er.

If my average SAT score was 720, if tested on relationships or socializing
I probably would have scored a 301 or less. I am such a total dork about
people and relationships. But I would score maybe a 750 on giving
head. Depends on who you ask. I never ate pussy neither.

I couldn't believe I was actually laying here on Scott's bed with the
residue of his cum all over the insides of my mouth and all I could think
about was SAT scores. One thing I did need to consider tonight was exactly
when his parents would be home again because this dick was too good to only
do once or twice.

I couldn't think of anything brilliant to say so I just stayed quiet and
watched his profile move while he breathed and was probably, like me, deep
in thought.

I do have some limited psychic ability to I started scanning the brain wave
spectrum looking to see if I could find his thoughts channel, maybe I could
get some idea what he was thinking.

Within twenty minutes we were dressed and downstairs ordering a delivery
pizza from Pizza Hut in the mall. We turned on the TV to watch ESPN. We
talked of school and college plans. He never asked about my family or
anyone else I might have given head to.

We never talked about doing it later that night. We never talked about much
of anything personal, which I found very discouraging. I didn't want to
discuss our wedding or what type of frosting we should have on our cake at
the reception but we did just share an extremely intimate time and I felt
that might be something we should discuss.

The clock on the wall in the kitchen said it was 9:45pm when the doorbell
rang. My mind went instantly to my second favorite thing in life. The food
of the Gods. PIZZA!

Ninety minutes later I fell asleep on the recliner in front of the TV next
to his recliner and next to the sofa.

I woke up around 8am to the smell of breakfast. Scott was in his white
underwear and a kitchen apron cooking bacon, sausages, and scrambling eggs
for our dining pleasure. He looked sexy as can be, wished I could take a
picture of him like that. His apron covered his stomach but his large
nipples were exposed just outside the shoulder straps. I'm sure that was a
tease.

By noon I was home.

My mom called me from the backyard where I was shoveling up the poop from
our dog. I had a phone call. It was Scott. I held my breath all the way
into the kitchen where mom handed me the wall phone with the extra long
cord.

I walked to the end of the cord. We got this one long enough so someone of
the TV room sofa could talk on the kitchen wall phone.

We exchanged greetings while I walked to the TV room and sat on the sofa.

S: "Busy tonight?"

M: "Well no, but my parents might be suspicious if we plan two nights in a
row without them knowing you or your parents."

S: "Sure, no problem. What about if you were home before midnight?"

M: "That's only six hours from now."

S: "Yeah, I know."

M: "What you have in mind?"

S: "You really gotta ask?"

M: "Well no, not really."

S: "You need me to come get you in my Vagina Mobile?"

M: "What?"

S: "Chevy Vega, Chevy Vagina, kinda sounds alike don't it?"

M: "Dude, you're so demented!"

S: "So what is it?"

M: "Lemme ask, hang on." I could barely hear him say yes since I dropped
the phone into the pillow next to me, got to my feet walked in the kitchen
and asked my mom."

M: "Mom, can I go back to Scott's place for a few hours, I'll be home
before midnight, please mother?"

She stood there staring into my eyes, with her bullshit detector working. I
never blinked or looked away.

MM: "Home by midnight, 12:30 at the latest."

M: "Thanks mom. Scott's gonna drive me there and back."

She already walked away as I was talking.

Back to the phone...

M: "It's fine. You gotta transport both ways, okay?"

S: "See you soon."

M: "Cool. Want me to bring anything?"

The phone line was silent. He had already hung-up. I took that to be a good
sign, he was excited and this was all on his terms this time, not mine.

I felt a stirring in my pants.

I walked back into the kitchen grabbing a huge plastic glass from the
cabinet, filled it to the top with cold water and drank the whole thing
down. I knew from reading that your hydration status can have a big impact
on your ability to produce semen. Fill 'er up!

I went to the bathroom and gave myself a quick sponge bath front and
back. Brushed my teeth, re-checked my hair and got ready to go. Just then
the doorbell rang. He was here about ten minutes earlier than I
anticipated.

I yelled `bye' to my mom and headed out the front door.



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