Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2013 16:18:49 -0800 (PST) From: Boris Chen <borischen (at) rocketmail (dot) com> Subject: The Reluctant Gay, chap 4 The Reluctant Gay, by Boris Chen Chapter 4, Biggest One in High School. We got back to Scott's place in a jiffy. Luckily we hit the lights green the whole way. He's not that far really, but having to cross the highway adds miles to the trip. He parked in the garage, we entered via the inside door as the garage door slowly settled closed. His father's Mercedes was sitting along side. There was also a Honda Goldwing sitting inside too. Once we cleared the hallway from the garage door he put his hands on my shoulders steering me towards the stairs. Up we headed, down the hallway to the last door on the left. He switched on the light. His bed was turned down already. While I looked around his room he started slipping off his clothes. I slowly did the same while trying to see what brand his stereo and speakers were. While I was staring he walked in front of me and turned on the receiver to some jazz station then closed his bedroom door, shut off the lights. This left one small desk lamp in the corner of his room by his study desk where I saw a stack of textbooks and his old SAT study guides and college brochures. He already had a A&M pennant on the wall above his desk. A little premature I thought. He walked up behind me wrapping his arms around my upper body then sliding one hand under my shirt to feel my smooth belly then up to my chest. The other headed south for the growing bulge in my jeans. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into his shoulder. We briefly melted into one seventeen year old. One thing lead to another and to another. Before I knew what was on the agenda for the evening I was naked on his bed on my hands and knees with his dick in me, being rode hard from behind. This was the first time I took it in the ass. It hurt but eventually turned to pleasure. He lasted longer than last night but not by much. He lasted maybe ten minutes then came in me. We both collapsed forward him on my back, us in a stack of teenagers. After a brief rest we got up. He handed me my clothes, we both got dressed. We headed for the kitchen. I was wondering what was going on, he wasn't talking much. We split a foot long sub, roast beef on wheat with all the veggies. It was kinda soggy but otherwise okay, I was hungry. We'd been at his place maybe an hour by the time I took my last bite of the sub. He cleaned up the kitchen mess and shut down things in the TV room. Still no word on what was going on, and the clock was running still. It was now 9pm. We headed for the garage, both got in his car. I was starting to get mad about being fucked, fed and taken home. He started the car, hit the remote button to open the garage door, backed out, stopped pressed the button to close the door. We sat there briefly watching the door shut, then he shut off his car, reached over hitting the seat release dropping my seat halfway to horizontal. He reached over to un-do my jeans button and zipper, forced my pants apart then shoved his hand down my underwear into my crotch grabbing my limp dick pulling up towards my stomach and started to work it right there in the driveway. Much to my surprise, despite being silently angry my dick did respond, it got hard rapidly. He leaned over taking me into his mouth, bobbed up and down for a few minutes extracting a load from my balls, actually he a decent job. I got all sweaty and happy too. He started his car and backed out of the driveway. We still didn't talk much. S: "Have you freaked out did I?" M: "I'll say." S: "Sorry, just messing with ya! Thanks for coming (cough) over." He said with a deliberate smile at his little pun as we motored closer to my house. M: "No probs. See ya." I climbed out of his car, walked back inside my house about two hours before the deadline. My mom never asked what I did or anything, her norm for me really. I already knew I wasn't the Golden Child. I went to bed. This was one weird thing we had going on. And it stayed this way for the rest of the school year. We got together once a month just like our two get togethers this holiday break. Either we spent hours or did a clandestine quickie somewhere. We spoke at school more, but I never expected that he would ever admit to friends even knowing me. Scott never broke my silence on sexuality at school, and I showed him the same respect. During the summer between our junior and senior high school years he simply vanished. His family moved. He never said a thing. On a spy mission I ran by his house, a realtor sign sat in the yard. Nobody at school heard he was moving. They just vanished. Made me wonder if maybe they were aliens or if his dad was some sort of spy or in witness protection or something. By October of my senior year I was already accepted into West Texas A&M. My body count now is two boyfriends, two missing never to be heard from again. The rest of this story is already online, read it for free: wattpad.com/borischen Please support the Nifty Archive. Comments: borischen at rocketmail dot com