Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2002 04:36:43 EDT
From: XYwyldchylde@aol.com
Subject: Dear Diary Series (part 3)

Dear Diary
(c) 2002 Mychyl Kime (KimeNet Corp.)

	This is a work of fiction, depicting teenage males in romance
and/or sexual positions. The people depicted in this story (to the best of
the author's knowledge) do NOT exist... in the rare case that they're based
on real people, the names HAVE been changed... not so much as to protect the
innocent as to spare the poor people listed within the unnecessary fame this
story might bring to them... not that I'm saying lots of people will read
this, or even people where I've lived, but there's always a slight chance...
And these events are, for the most part, all the imagination of the author,
although I've seen the events depicted many, many times. And by the way, the
places used within do exist, and are easily as evil as depicted herein...

	If you are under 18 years of age (or whatever the legal age in your
area is) you must leave. Of course, I can't very well make you leave... but
if you choose to stay, DON'T GET CAUGHT! It is neither my fault, nor the
fault of this wonderful site, if you get caught running around here.

	Also, if you are repulsed by the concept of homosexual romance
and/or sex, please feel free to leave at any time. In fact, now would be a
good time. But hey, it's your call, of course... I can't make you leave,
either... but if you choose to stay, feel free... who knows, you might even
change your mind! My only question is: why are you here if that's the case?

	This is a new story, completely independent of my older work; if
you are interested in that, it's in HighSchool/The_Dance. And please, do
not ask if The Road Ahead will be completed. It will not.

	Each chapter will be prefaced by a piece of the song "Dear Diary",
(c) 2000 Britney Spears, from her album "Oops... I Did It Again". I make
no misrepresentations to my ownership or rights to this song; however, I
am certain that Ms. Spears (or should I say, the future Mrs. Timberlake?)
would not be so petty as to sue me for usage of this song on a free forum,
where I can gain no profit from using it.

	Please feel free to email me with your comments/suggestions. My
email is: XYwyldchylde@aol.com.

	And now, without further delay:



-*-	Chapter 3	-*-


	"No one in this world knows me better than you do
	 So Diary, I'll confide in you..."
		-B. Spears, "Dear Diary"


	I woke up later that afternoon, hearing my mother's voice from
somewhere downstairs... not a good sign, really, given the fact that
here I was, lying naked and wrapped around a guy who was equally
naked. And, of course, my mother couldn't ever bear to find out that
her precious, darling son was gay... now could she? I jumped up from
my bed, nearly knocking Kevin onto the floor in my desperate need to
get clothed, his reaction being one of puzzlement and disorientation.

	"Sean?" he inquired, his voice heavy with sleep. "What's up?"

	"Shh!" I warned him, putting a finger to his lips quickly,
hoping my mother hadn't heard him already. "My mom's home... you gotta
get dressed, and quick!"

	Hearing the urgency in my tone, he started to move quickly,
his perfect body disappearing under folds of clothing as quickly as he
could find them, my less-than-perfect body doing the same... all the
while, I could hear my mother's footsteps drawing inexorably closer.

	"Sean?" her voice called, now from just down the hall. "You
home?"

	"Yeah, mom," I yelled back, glad that Kevin and myself were
finally decent, if not exactly fully clothed... his shirt was still
missing, and neither of us were wearing shoes.

	Her face appeared in the doorway, followed closely by her
voice. "I'm just back in town for a couple of minutes, to grab another
couple changes of clothes and drop you off s'more money... you OK?"
she then asked, concern etching her voice... though why, I didn't
necessarily understand.

	"Yeah, mom, I'm cool," I responded nonchalantly, trying to
will my heart to slow down... I swear, it was trying its damnedest to
get me caught."

	"OK, honey... oh, you left your diary downstairs on the table.
Here ya go," she added quickly, handing it to me.

	The thing about parents is, they don't realize just how
transparent they really are sometimes. Which is a shame, really, since
my mother couldn't hide anything from me; never could, never will be
able to. I immediately saw through her quiet secret and asked the
first question that came to mind:

	"Mom, you didn't read it, did you?" OK, it came out more an
accusation than a question, but it was MEANT to be a question, at any
rate. I knew I'd hit the secret, of course, when she started fidgeting,
her eyes shifting from me to Kevin, then back to me, her eyes revealing
insight into the situation she probably wouldn't've posessed if she
hadn't read the slim tome, which I'd tucked away in my backpack while
she stood there, trying to come up with a suitable answer.

	"Well, it was open, I saw the first page," she quietly admitted.

	In case you're wondering (I probably would be, if it wasn't
me), my family values secrecy and privacy... making the fact that she
read my diary, open or not, a major no-no in our code of honor. No, I
wasn't trying to make her feel bad about it... but, well, Diary, you
know the secrets you hold... my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, the
deepest and darkest desires of my heart... and, of course, who I am.
Including being gay. Which she didn't know yet... or, at least, I had
no reason to believe she did.

	"Well, then," I said, waiting for her reaction to what she
read... not that I cared too much, because I knew she wouldn't do
anything too terribly drastic... I mean, I've heard about kids thrown
out for being gay, but not with my mom. It just didn't happen that way.
Especially since we were closer than I was to anyone else... except now
Kevin, who was close to me in a way she never could be. And, of course,
my dearest diary, the only (person?) in the entire world who knew my
most hidden secrets... and NOT just being gay.

	"Well, honey, you know I love you, no matter what," she started,
apparently not sure exactly what to say... or maybe, she was holding
back, in case what she saw between Kevin and me wasn't all she thought
it was. Like I said, being out there wasn't the smartest thing in the
world to be, and even she knew that. She gave me a meaningful look,
though, conveying that she meant EXACTLY what I thought she did. Then,
suddenly, pleading tardiness, she fled the room. And, consequently, a
few minutes later, the house, leaving myself and Kevin the run of the
house again... this time, with no further interruptions for a couple
of days, save school.

	Which, of course, brought me back to Jimmy. What the Hell was
I supposed to do about him now? Obviously, I'd lost his friendship
over the whole... dare I say, affair?... since he had his reputation
to protect, and if I was outed, and he was still hanging around me...
can you say, guilty by association? So, the same thing that protected
me and Kevin from a brutal bashing by, oh, the entire town... was the
same thing that prevented me and Jimmy from being friends any more.
Lose a friend, gain a love... life's funny like that sometimes.

	Without another wasted moment, we fell back into each other's
arms, lowering ourselves slowly to the bed... nothing sexual, mind
you, and we were still clothed, but just lying with him like that
felt so good, especially in the wake of what had just happened, that
I didn't care one way or the other. Hell, the world could end right
there and then, and I'd be blissfully oblivious to it all.

	But, of course, the world didn't end. Instead, time marched
on its regular course, keeping time with Kevin's bladder, and soon
he extricated himself from our embrace, hurrying to the bathroom,
while I lay there, still feeling that warm bliss that they say
always accompanies true love, and wondering if he felt the same.

	Kevin stayed over that night by mutual consent, neither of
us wanting to lose the company of the other, and we played around
a bit that night... nothing too terribly memorable, save that it
was with Kevin, which was enough in and of itself to make me wish
I had a camcorder, to record every blissful second of closeness.

	The next morning dawned clear and bright, and I woke up
to the most pleasant sensation of Kevin sucking my dick, his head
bobbing up and down, not with any sense of urgency... just enough
to make it REALLY feel good, and REALLY make me need to cum. And
bad. However, apparently, he had other things in mind than getting
me off in his mouth, as I was about to find out.

	When he realized I was awake, he stopped sucking me,
bringing his absolutely adorable face up to meet mine, kissing me
with a mixture of passion and urgency, as though he needed some
specific action, or touch, from me, that only I could provide.

	"Good morning," I said softly after we broke our kiss.
"Feeling frisky, are we?"

	"I... guess you could say that," he said, smiling,
trying deliberately to draw my attention to his cock, which,
apparently, needed release, as it throbbed against my thigh.
However, as I moved down to take him in my mouth, he stopped me.

	"What?" I asked, curious, but he only smiled and reached
around me, massaging my asscheeks, his finger running the length
of my crack, pausing only briefly to play with my hole. It felt
so wonderful, better than anything I'd ever done before, but at
the same time, a slow horror crept through me, as what exactly
he wanted dawned on me, the sheer proportions boggling my mind.

	I think I mentioned before, but he's probably about 9"
long, and nearly as thick as my wrist... and he wanted my ass.
Which was still completely virgin, since I'd never even fingered
myself. And which was about the size of a pea around, and
probably nowhere as deep as his cock was long. Still, though,
what he was doing right now felt so good...

	I sighed and gave in, expecting the worst and praying
for the unlikely, and shifted to allow access for his dick to
my ass, when he stopped me, a look of sheer horror crossing
his face.

	"What?" he asked, shocked. "Aren't you gonna use lube?"

	I admitted to him that I'd never done anything like
that before, so I didn't have the slightest clue what to do. I
mean, after all, it's not like they teach about gay sex in
school, now is it? He chuckled and reached into his backpack,
which I didn't remember him bringing in, pulling out a bottle
of some clear liquid, opening it and pouring a lake of it into
his hand, running it up and down his throbbing, pulsing dick,
then using his well-lubed fingers to slowly start working in
and out of my ass.

	Right at first, it hurt. A lot. But he was slow, and
gentle, and soon enough, I was slamming my ass back on his
fingers, trying to get more into me, unable to believe just
how good it felt... which, of course, was exactly when he
pulled his fingers free, smiling a little at me.

	"Now, this'll hurt a little more," he warned me, but
I was so excited by the magic his fingers had worked, I
didn't care, and told him so. With a slight chuckle, he
placed his dick at the opening to my hole, and pushed slightly,
getting the head in. And I screamed.

	I tried to ignore the pain... I tried to push him
out... the first didn't seem to do anything, and the second
seemed to just draw him further in, which made it worse.

	"OWOWOW!" I yelled, writhing in agony. "PULL IT OUT!
PULL IT OUT! IT HURTS!"

	He held me calmly, letting me get used to the mammoth
cock partially buried in my guts, before he pushed further,
pausing often on his way down my hole, before he finally hit
bottom.

	Suddenly, however, as he did, I felt a strange tingle
go throughout my body, almost like when you're cumming... I
didn't cum, surprisingly enough, even though it felt like I
would. Better still, though, my ass no longer hurt at all.
Just... this most wonderful feeling of pleasure, covering my
entire body like a warm wool blanket. I thrust back on him,
trying to take more, and he responded by pulling most of the
way out, then thrusting back in, making me want more, and
more...

	We quickly gained momentum this way, him pulling out
and slamming back into me, me timing my backthrusts to get as
much as possible of him into me... and then, I felt his body
tense up, and just as he hit my prostate (as I found out)
really hard, making me see stars and sending my cum flying,
he shot his load inside me. I could feel its strange, slimy
warmth covering my insides... and stranger still, I kinda
liked it. I liked the feeling that I'd gotten him off like
that... and even better, that he'd gotten me off without
touching my cock once since I'd woke up.

	We just lay there like that for what seemed like
hours, his dick still buried in my hole, which was now
quite a bit looser, thanks to his massive cock, but also a
lot happier... like something was missing, something he'd
given me...

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	I hope I'm getting better at these sex scenes...
I've got Nifty to thank for it, as a lot of the description
in here is actually based off of numerous stories... too
numerous for me to mention.

	Thanx again to all my old fans who've stuck through
my crisis. You know, the whole "writer's block" thing. And
thanx also to all my new readers... even those who don't
bother to write, I know (or, at least, hope) you're out
there. You're all the reason I write, after all.

	The next chapter will be on its way in a couple of
days, after I recover from writing two chapters back-to-
back, something I rarely did even when I was still in
practice... but hey, no such thing as time off, right?

	As always, feel free to email me with any comments.
Or even if you just wanna chat... whatever.

	XYwyldchylde@aol.com
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	-X- Mychyl -X-