Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2005 19:43:48 -0500 From: CJ Stenus <cj_stenus@hotmail.com> Subject: Velvet Shore - Chapter 1 AUTHOR'S NOTES: Velvet Shore is a fictional story about the journeys of three boys in search of their sexuality. They are at varying stages of discovery and each face (somewhat) unique conflicts. Character Info - Justin: A senior at Velvet Shore High. He has been questioning his sexuality and reluctantly beginning to accept that he is gay. Damien: A senior at Velvet Shore High. He is aware of his sexuality and embraces it with pride. However, he is not yet out to his friends and family, but has convinced himself to one day, `come out of the closet'. Jim: A 7th grade kid who goes to Velvetta Heights. He is still clueless about his sexuality. He feels attraction towards other guys but has not yet grasped the true implications of it. The story is not all about sex, but there is a decent amount of it! It is told in the 3rd person and will constantly switch between the main characters. It also makes references to MSN (a chat program) so if there is something unclear, just ask! What else. all rights reserved to the author. Please do not copy or distribute without the author's permission. This is my first attempt at a series, so if you like it, let me know at cj_stenus@hotmail.com! VELVET SHORE by: CJ Stenus /* * * * * * * * * * * * */ Chapter 1 The bell rang, signaling the end of the first day of school at Velvet Shore High. The hallway was instantly flooded by raving teenagers, desperate to escape. Amongst them were Justin, Damien, and Lucca. "Damn, can't these people walk any faster?" Justin cursed. "The waves are waiting for me." "Calm you horses, they aren't going anywhere," Lucca said. "My entire body is itchin' to surf." Justin feigned an itchy body and scratched himself frantically, hitting a few people around him, who couldn't care less and was focused on getting out of the riot. "Lucca!" shouted Damien, who was directly in front of her. "What!?" she shouted back into his ear. "I know that was you." "What are you talking about?" "Quit groping my ass." "I couldn't resist," Lucca confessed and gave Damien's bottom one last squeeze before she pried her hands off. Justin brazenly patted Damien's ass twice. "Chop chop, man." "Justin you perv, I'm not interested." "Fuck you." "I know you want to." "Yea, I do," said Justin as he grabbed Damien's waist with his hands and dry-humped him. After a couple of thrusts, he started pushing him through the crowd. Lucca grabbed a hold of Justin's shoulders as the three drilled through the mess. "Out of the way!" Damien shouted, and like magic, the crowd split apart. The fresh windy air and the scent of the ocean shower over the faces of the three friends, who were anxious to get on their surfboards. "Last one to the shore is." Justin yelled and started to run. "Justin!" a voice called out to him. Justin stopped and turned around to see Grayson. Grayson was a new student at the school and shared a few classes with Justin. They were unfortunate enough to end up with a physics teacher who was dead serious about homework. It was only the first day of school and he had already assigned the class a major project. Justin and Grayson were paired together. Now, the project wasn't due for quite a while and Justin didn't feel like starting it right away. However, Grayson remained persistent and had convinced him to do a brainstorming session together today. There was no way that Justin could've gotten out of this one. "Grayson," Justin sighed. "Waves, here we come!" Lucca cheered and Damien laughed as they walked away. Justin studied his partner Grayson as they walked out of the school campus and into the residential area. Grayson was obviously gay. He made no effort to masquerade his girly posture or disguise his feministic voice. Being around Grayson made Justin a little uncomfortable because he was afraid of effeminate men. Although Justin had some `gayness' in him, he would never flounce around the way Grayson did. No way. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he was gay or not. He had always had feelings towards other guys, but was never sure if it meant he was gay. There were still a lot of things he needed to figure out. "So umm.how do you like Velvet Shore?" asked Justin. Grayson had told him that he moved here from Alaska. His parents had bought a house along the coastline of the magnificent city by the sea, specifically for him. It was a little odd that his parents did not move to the city with Grayson, and would trust him with the enormous responsibility of watching over the house. "It's great here. Just like what I imagined." Grayson smiled. "So, you're here all alone?" Justin was still in awe at Grayson's situation. "Well, I have maids and butlers to keep the house clean and make sure I don't starve," he chuckled. "Otherwise, yea, I'm basically here alone." "Damn. I wish my parents were like yours. I'd sure love to have my own place." "It gets lonely sometimes," Grayson sighed. "Don't worry man." Justin put his hand on Grayson's shoulder. "You'll make plenty of friends here, and soon, you'll be hosting parties every night." The two boys shared a comfortable laugh at the remark. "Hope so," Grayson sighed once more. "Hey, aren't we friends?" Justin said, assuringly. Although he figured Grayson was probably gay, Justin knew he could easily overlook the minor detail. That is just how he is. He respects people for who they are and because of that he makes friends easily and gets along with everyone. There is an extremely likeable charm he possesses that draws people to him. Grayson smiled. He was ecstatic at his newfound friend. He had been in Velvet Shore since the start of the summer holiday but rarely left his home to socialize with people. He was a bit on the shy side and it was especially difficult considering he was new here. There was also the problem that he was gay, and wasn't sure how people would react to it. And as hard as he tried, he could never conceal his gay side. "We're here," Grayson told Justin. "Holy shit!" Justin gasped at the size of Grayson's house. Mansion rather. "So, this is the house?" "Yup. This is it," Grayson said proudly. "Damn, you parents must be filthy rich." Grayson chuckled. "Yea, they own a huge business." "Cool," Justin remarked. They made their ways up a short flight of concrete stairs to the front door. Grayson took out his keys from his pocket and opened the door. The two stepped in. "Want a tour?" Grayson offered. "Yea," said Justin, in awe at the sight of the house's interior. Grayson was happy that Justin accepted his offer, and he excitedly showed him around. It took about an hour for the complete tour, from the huge pool in the backyard to the enormous ten thousand square feet game room located in the basement. When the tour ended, they settled in the living room, which was probably the most magnificent of all places. Two of the sides were entirely glass, with a pleasant view of the beach. They sat around a table and Justin got out his binder from inside his backpack. "OK, let's get this over with," said Justin. "Alright," said Grayson. They started brainstorming for ideas for their physics project, which was to construct a golf-ball launcher. A bit into the session, Justin turned his eyes toward the ocean when he heard the waves roaring in. Several people were riding the waves, including two he could make out; Damien and Lucca. "Ah man," thought Justin. "I want to surf too." "Hey, you know how to surf right?" Grayson asked. "Of course. I was born here. I've been surfing for as long as I can remember," explained Justin. "Oh. I wish I knew how to." "You don't? Oh yea, you're from Alaska." "You think you can teach me?" "Sure. No problem," said Justin. "Hey, can we call it a day? I really wanna go catch a few waves before dinner." "Alright." "Awesome. I'll talk to you in class tomorrow then," Justin said as he grabbed his things and zoomed out of the house. "Bye!" "Bye," Grayson sighed, watching Justin dash away. /* * */ "That was friggin' awesome!" exclaimed Damien, as he and Lucca arrived at the shore after the exciting ride. "Justin's gonna miss everything if he doesn't get here soon," Lucca laughed. "Poor guy. Glad I'm not in McArthur's class." "Hey baby, I gotta go," Damien told Lucca. "What? Already?" "Yea. Cya tomorrow, sexy." Damien gave Lucca a kiss on the cheek. "Alright, you hot stud you." Lucca smirked at Damien. "I'm out for another ride, bye." Lucca grabbed her board and dashed out to the waters. Damien watched her paddle out, and then headed for the change room. Damien casually stripped naked in front of the other guys, revealing his well-endowed manhood. He couldn't care less that some of the guys were eying his equipment as he retrieved his clothes from his backpack. He had always been very confident and showy, and felt no shame in revealing himself like this. Guys his age were typically shy and self-conscious in the change room, and made sure to cover their penises with a towel when they changed. Although he was gay (and knew he was gay), he didn't stare at the other guys. First of all, there wasn't really anything to look at, and second, those who were free of their inhibitions were all old geezers with unattractive bodies. Damien was gay, but he was as straight acting as the straightest guy there was. He walked like a straight guy, he talked like a straight guy, so naturally, everybody thought he was straight. Nobody, not even his friends or his family ever suspected that he could be gay. It was tearing him inside that he wasn't able to tell anybody. He figured that nobody would understand and people would see it as disgusting and sick. He had once brought up the topic of homosexuality at the dinner table, and it was discarded immediately. His parents were very clear and adamant on how they felt about gays. They condemned it to the bottomest depths of hell. Despite the probable consequences, Damien had convinced himself that he would someday come out to his friends and family. It just had to be the right time. At that point though, everything had to be kept hidden. /* * */ As Justin entered the change room, he saw Damien leaving. "Leaving already?" he asked. "Yea man, I got things to do," replied Damien. "What things?" "Just.things. I'll talk to you later. Cya." "Cya." Justin quickly found a free locker, took out his board shorts and changed into them. "Hey, kid," a voice called out to him. "Hey, Slake," Justin realized, as he turned around. "Aren't you suppose to be saving lives right now?" "I'm off duty," he chuckled. "Gonna go catch a few waves before I end my day." "Same here." "Cool, then let's go." Slake, the lifeguard, was in his early twenties. Justin had known him his whole life, and it was Slake who had taught him how to surf. For those reasons, he had always had a slight crush on him, and never failed to notice the bulge on his surf suit. Slake made no effort in hiding his genitalia, or positioning it in a less provocative way. It left little to the imagination. Sometimes it hung to the left, sometimes right. Sometimes it would point up, and sometimes down. But, usually diagonal. The snugness of the suit vividly outlined his privates, from the helmet head to his balls. Justin shyly tore his eyes away from the man's crotch and nodded. "Yea, let's go." The ocean waves crashed into the sandy beach, bringing in with it a few surfers. Most people had already left the paradise, but there were still some savouring the warmness of the sun and the tingling sensation of the gentle breeze on their skins. Justin and Slake walked pass a couple laying on a towel on the sand, and headed for the waters. "Lucca!" Justin cried out to her from a distance. Lucca waited for Justin and Slake to come closer before she said anything. "Hey guys," she smiled, brushing a hand through her hair, the other hand stabling her board on the sand. "Justin, I thought you'd never make it. Damien already left." "Yea, I know. I saw him." "Oh, OK." "C'mon, what are we waiting for?" Justin said and dashed out into the ocean with his surfboard. The others soon joined him, and the three paddled far from the shore. Spotting a decent wave, Justin climbed onto his board, got onto it, and let the wave take him for a ride. Lucca and Slake cheered him on as they waited for the next wave to arrive. /* * */ Damien arrived home and threw his backpack in a corner of his room. He then took a quick shower and put on his street clothes. "Dad, can I use the car?" he asked his dad. "Sure, boy." "Where are you going Damien?" asked his mom. "Out. I'll be home by 12." "But sweetie, you haven't had dinner yet," she complained. "I'll grab something to eat outside." With those words, Damien took the car keys and left the house. /* * */ "I'm all surfed out," Lucca told the two guys. "Yea, me too," said Slake, taking a deep breath. "Aw, already? Let's do one more before we go," Justin whined. "Haha, alright," Slake laughed and joined Justin, paddling out for the fifth time. "Wait for me!" Lucca shouted and joined the two guys. After the last wave, they decided to call it a day and went to change. Justin opted to take a shower, so he stripped naked, and grabbed his towel. Slake joined him. It was difficult for Justin to keep his eyes off of Slake's body, considering the showers were wall-less. His body was extremely well-toned and the size of Slake's penis came as no surprise at all. Justin watched from the corner of his eyes as Slake soaped his entire body thoroughly. When he was applying it on his penis, Justin turned away. His dick was getting hard, so he hurriedly rinsed himself off and left the showers. The change room was empty. Everyone had already left. Justin removed his towel and put on his clothes as Slake came out of the showers with a towel in his hand, his dingdong still exposed. "You need a ride home?" asked Slake, standing naked a few feet from Justin. "Nah, I'll just walk. I don't live far," replied Justin. "OK, buddy." "Bye." Justin grabbed his things and headed out of the change room. "Cya." Justin came out of the change room and saw Lucca waiting for him impatiently. "What took you so long?" she asked. "I took a shower," Justin told her. "You made me wait!" "Well, you could've joined me," Justin grinned. "In your dreams Justin." Lucca gave his head a gentle push. "Well, I wouldn't mind getting a glimpse of this." She casually lowered her hand onto Justin's crotch and squeezed it twice. "Whoa, girl, you're shameless aren't you?" Justin shook his head. "Oops, I didn't know you were hard." She gave Justin a smirk. If it was between any other guy and girl, the situation would've been extremely awkward. However, their strong friendship and love for each other made it all.natural. People assumed they were dating, but neither had admitted to it. The problem was with Justin. "C'mon. Walk me home bitch," Lucca said, and grabbed Justin's arm. /* * */ "Jimmy, what are you doing in there?" Jim heard his mom ask from outside the bathroom. He was masturbating of course. Ever since he turned 12, he had taken a deeper interest in his growing penis, and would spend quite some time experimenting with it. "I'm shitting mom!" Jim shouted. "Dinner is ready Hun. Don't be in there too long." "I'm trying to do it as fast as I can mom!" "OK, OK." The brief interruption by his mom was all it took for Jim's erection to shrink back to its flaccid state. He slid his underwear and shorts back on and flushed the toilet in disappointment. After washing his hands, he rushed downstairs to join his parents at the dinner table. "So, how was school today dear?" Jim's mom asked him. "It sucked," replied Jim as he grabbed a fork and the plate of spaghetti and meatballs awaiting him. "How come?" "Max." "Is he that bully from last year?" "Yea." "Aw sweetie, I'm sure he won't bother you." "If he does, teach him a lesson," Jim's dad suggested with a chuckle, while his eyes remained unpeeled from the newspapers he was reading. "Dan!" "What?" "Don't listen to your father. If you stay away from Max, he will stay away from you," Jim's mom assured him. That wasn't the case last year and Jim knew this year won't be any different. It seemed he was destined to be bullied by this guy, who was a year older than him. Jim couldn't understand why it had to be him. Why not the fat kid? Or the geek with glasses? Why him? Jim chowed down his mom's specialty as fast as he could. "Take it easy boy," said his dad. "Michael asked me to go to his house." "Now?" asked his mom. "Yea, now," Jim answered, swallowing the last meatball on his plate. "OK Hun, but be back by ten. And be careful." "Mom, he lives next door." Jim rolled his eyes as he got up and walked to the front door and put on his sandals. He opened it to the sight of his older brother coming up the stairs. "Hey, Justin," he said, and walked pass him. Justin walked in and closed the door behind him. Smelling one of his favourite foods, Justin quickly made his way to the dinner table and sat down. "Where have you been Justin?" his mom asked. "You're late for dinner." "I was at a friend's house. We were doing homework," Justin told his mom as he grabbed some of the food. "Oh, OK. Then you're excused. What kind of homework?" "Physics stuff. Do we have to talk about it mom?" "No. No, you don't have to tell your mom anything if you don't want to. After all, who am I to demand that you do? I'm only your mother." "OK, OK, I'll tell you." /* * */ Jim rang the doorbell of his friend Michael's house and Michael opened it. "My room," he said and ran back upstairs without waiting for Jim. "Hi, Mrs. Licari," Jim said shyly to Michael's mother, who was smiling at him. He smiled back briefly, nodded, and then followed Michael upstairs to his room. Adam was already there. Earlier today at school, Michael had told them about the porn stash he had found belonging to his dad. It was hidden in a secret compartment in the closet in his parent's room, and after catching his dad sneakily retrieve the stash, Michael wanted to see them for himself. Jim and Adam were his best friends, so naturally, he'd let them in on the treat. "Show him, Mike," said Adam pointing to the pile of magazines on the carpeted floor. Jim walked over and sat down on the floor beside Michael as he grabbed the a magazine from top of the pile. Adam plopped onto Michael's bed and glanced from behind them. "Damn, look at her boobs!" exclaimed Adam with gawking eyes. "I never get tired of looking at them." Michael continued to turn the pages until they feasted their eyes on all the girls in the issue of Playboy. "Didn't I tell you it was gonna be great?" Michael said to Jim. "Yea," said Jim. "Hey, let's look at that one," Adam pointed to an issue of Fangoria. "We didn't touch it yet." Jim didn't understand why his friends found all these pictures so exciting. It was a bit disgusting to him seeing all these girls either dressed liked whores or completely undressed. He turned his eyes toward his friends and saw them, practically hypnotized by the revealing images, their eyes completely dilated and focused. Jim accidentally caught notice of the tent in Michael's shorts and realized that these pictures were actually turning his friends on. A similar sized and shaped tent started to form in Jim's shorts. He quickly repositioned his legs to shield his crotch from view. Embarrassed by his sudden reaction, Jim turned his eyes back to the magazine in Michael's hands. "Boys? You want some donuts?" Michael's mom called to them, her footsteps getting closer with every syllable. Michael scrambled to hide the magazines, hastily shoving them under his bed, just before his mom entered. He stood up, went to grab the box of donuts from her, and returned to the bedside. "Get those magazines out," Adam practically demanded Michael to do so, after his mom went away. "Jim, dude, close the door." The two listened to Adam, and soon they were back to their original positions, but with food in their mouths. /* * */ After a long conversation with his parents, Justin headed upstairs to his room. He turned on his boom box and plopped onto his king-sized bed. After staring blankly at the ceiling for several seconds, Justin suddenly felt the urge to jerk off. Unable to resist the calling, he quickly got up to close and lock the door. Then, he shed all his clothes and hopped back onto his bed. Laying on his back, he gripped his penis with his right hand and started pumping it and shaking it back and forth, alternating between the two until the poor thing became erect. With his eyes shut, Justin played through erotic images in his mind as his hand expertly stroked his hard cock. Lucca was squeezing it through his jeans. The harder she squeezed, the faster he pumped. She then unzipped and lowered his jeans down to his knees, and proceeded to suck his dick through his white briefs. Justin moaned loudly, his voice blending in with the heavy metal music. It was Damien's turn to do the deed, and Justin felt hornier than ever. An image of Slake appeared behind him and started caressing his smooth chest. He felt Slake's lips on his neck, while Damien pulled his wet penis out from the opening in his briefs. Justin imagined him sucking his throbbing cock feverishly, his hands sliding up down to the rhythm. Slake's efforts were not in vain as Justin savored his gentle touches and kisses. It wasn't long until Justin felt the familiar rush of inevitable orgasm. The fantasy in his mind shattered and he focused on his penis. Sensing that it was about to spew, he applied one final stroke, his hand sliding down to the base of the slippery shaft and retaining its clench there. Justin's cock pulsed madly at his tight grip on it as the pressure began to build. He raised his head and exchanged glances with his penis, which greeted him with a rapid blast of thick creamy cum, right in the face. The next three shots splattered all over his chest. "Awhhh!" Justin cried out, his head falling back onto the bed as he gave his pulsating cock another firm stroke. A few more shots rocketed out of his dick and soared high into the sky. The juices rained all over the place; onto Justin's face, his body, the bed, the floor, and the wall behind him. "Uhhhh!!" Justin groaned and gasped, as the eruptions slowly subsided. His hand milked the last stream of cum out of his sore member, which leaked down the shaft and flowed onto his hand and pubes. Justin sighed with sheer satisfaction. He brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth and licked the spunk off. His other hand wiped the mess from his face and it too was treated to a thorough cleansing by Justin's tongue. After savouring his own juices, he lathered himself up with the copious amount of cum still resting on his upper body. His hands massaged his chest as they smeared every inch of his torso with cum, as if applying sun block. Justin relaxed and tuned back to the music on his boom box, still laying their naked as the cum began to dry up. He breathed silently, slowly dozing off. /* * */ Jim was reading a story with his friends in an issue of Penthouse. Though the pictures didn't do much for him, the vivid sexual descriptions in the stories were definitely doing its work. It was like nothing he had ever read before and even conceived had ever existed. All the sexual acts described were so compelling that he imagined them being done on him. It was like a sexual epiphany, a revelation of how much more there was to human interaction and the endless possibilities. This realization turned him on greatly as Jim continued to flood his mind with erotic images. "Jim." Adam gave Jim a pat on the back. "Jim, wake up dude." Jim came back to reality to his friends teasing him. "What were you dreaming about?" Adam asked. "What? Nothing." "Probably about some chick sucking his dick," Michael laughed. Adam joined. "Who wasn't?" Jim asked. "But we weren't drooling all over the place." Michael showed Jim the drool pool he had produced on the magazine. Jim blushed at the comment and said nothing. Michael shook off the lust-filled liquid and the three boys continued their thorough perusal. Although Jim didn't feel attracted to these naked women in these magazines, he was quite fascinated by them. He had never seen anybody reveal their bodies so comfortably, and so openly. He began to wonder if there were magazines where men were so freely exposed. "Jim? Jim!?" Adam gave Jim a push and he toppled over onto the floor. Jim felt his dick press against the floor as he lay there, hard as wood, thinking of how to get out of the predicament. "Mike, you horny dog," Adam said and shook his head, referring to Michael's hardon. "Shit. Quit staring at my crotch," Michael retorted, clearly embarrassed, as he dropped the magazine in his grasp and shielded his erection with his hands. With Michael in the same situation, Jim felt less embarrassed as he reseated, carefully positioning himself to hide his erection. /* * */ The wind wrestled with Damien's wavy hair as he sped through the city blocks on his way downtown to the club scene. The sun was lingering over the horizon, preparing to call it a day and let the stars of the night take over. The ocean roared ferociously, while the car's stereo system blasted its surroundings. Damien quickly swerved to the right, then left, then right again, carving as S on the highway as he overtook three cars. Skyscrapers and huge billboards rose to view, welcoming its visitors into its mesmerizing world. The sun subsided into the city's magnificence as streetlights and neon signs illuminated the downtown paradise of Velvet Shore. Damien made a turn off the highway and into the busy streets of the night. He parked the car in the lot of a club called Lucky's and got out, heading for the entrance. A bouncer awaited him there and asked for his ID. Damien took out his ID and presented it to the man. "Charlie Mathis?" The man laughed. "You gotta be kidding. There's no way you're 21." "C'mon man, let me in," Damien pleaded. "Go home kid, it's almost pass your bedtime." The guy handed back the card to Damien. There was no way that he was not getting into this club after all the trouble he went through to get the fake ID. Damien leaned close to the bouncer and whispered to him. "Let me in, and I'll give you a blowjob." The bouncer looked at Damien intently. "I get off at 2," he told Damien and opened the door for him. Damien smiled as he bounced and dashed into the club. He was ecstatic. This was the first time he had been to a gay club and he was going to have a great time here. Several guys checked him out as he sashayed across the floor to the bar. "I'll have a Stella," he told the bartender, who eyed him all over before pouring Damien a glass of the beer. Damien handed the man a 5 and took the drink. Just then, a guy came up and sat beside him. "Hi, I'm Steve," said the decent looking guy, presenting his hand. "I'm Charlie." Damien shook the guy's hand and smiled. "Wanna dance?" he asked. "Sure," Damien answered casually. Leaving his drink on the counter, he proceeded to the dance floor with Steve. Damien unleashed his moves, catching the attention of a couple of other guys, who then joined the two. They grinded at him from all sides, feeling him up with every opportunity they got. Damien didn't object to the groping. He was enjoying the attention he was getting from these, though several years older than him, considerably hot men. The club was actually quite crowded, so naturally, the place became real steamy from perspiration after hours of raving. On the dance floor, Damien and the others started to sweat, their odors combining to form a somewhat pleasant aroma. The scent drove them to new heights as they continued to groove and grope each other to the fast-tempoed techno beat. The sexual tension soared when Steve and another guy took off their shirts revealing their hard, wet bodies. Damien smirked but kept his hands to himself, while he dazzled the boys with new dance moves. They marveled at his talent and treated him to more groping. From behind, Steve slid his hands up Damien's shirt and caressed his oily body. From the front, one guy moved in and planted his lips onto Damien's, and they began to engage in a tongue fest. Sensing the competition, the other guys decided to walk away and let the three carry on with their pleasure session. Steve continued with his efforts to please Damien. His mouth now nibbling on Damien's neck, while his hand slid up and down Damien's smooth body, plucking at the dime-sized nipples every interval. Steve's other hand had moved to Damien's crotch, fondling it to feel its size. Damien moaned, his mouth departed from that of the other guy's. The guy tried to match Steve by joining him in caressing Damien. Damien and Steve were now too focused on each other to care, and the guy finally realized he had no game at all and left. "Nice," Steve whispered and chuckled, as he stroked Damien's now hard cock through his khakis. Damien gasped, clenching his eyes. He moved his hands to his chest and caressed himself. Steve's hand left Damien's body and moved upwards to his neck where his mouth was still licking and biting gently. With his own big boner now pressed against Damien's butt, he grinded up and down, masturbating himself. Damien continued to touch himself, losing all sense of his surroundings due to the extreme ecstasy of the moment. Steve carried on with his fondling and inserted his hand into Damien's pants. It passed the soiled boxers, brushed along the patch of pubic hair, and finally caught hold of Damien's slippery sausage. "Unngghh!" Damien yelled out as Steve stroked and stroked and stroked. "You like that don't you?" Steve teased, whispering into Damien's ear. They were no longer dancing. It had become a public jerk-off session. Little did Damien realize that many eyes were on them, grinning at the brazen display of sexual interaction. The circle that was forming around him and Steve became obvious and suspicious from a distance. A bouncer finally got to the scene of the crime and put a kibosh to the show. "Hey!" the bouncer bellowed, ripping Damien and Steve apart with his strong arms. "No fucking around in here. Use `the room'." Damien, soaked with sweat and pre-cum came to his senses and chuckled at what had just transpired. "Let's go," Steve said to Damien, referring to `the room'. "I'm kinda thirsty," Damien told Steve, and headed back to his seat where his drink still stood. He re-arranged himself, then sat down. Steve followed him and took a seat beside Damien. "So Charlie, are you ready for another round?" Steve asked impatiently after seeing Damien chug down a good portion of his drink. Damien didn't answer him immediately. He was having such a great time that he didn't want to end his night so soon and with a guy he had only known for 30 minutes. He wanted to keep his options open. After all, this was his first time in the scene and there was much to explore. "Maybe some other time," Damien discarded Steve's suggestion. "Fucker!" Steve gave Damien a shove and walked away, shaking his head in anger and disappointment at his wasted efforts. Damien smirked at his mean comment to Steve, feeling proud of himself for having such an effect on guys. He had always been a tease, to both girls and guys. Guys though, were what Damien was interested in. He had discovered his sexuality and embraced it at a young age. He briefly dated a few boys he had met on the Internet, experimenting and learning through the good and bad experiences. All that, was of course kept hidden from his friends and family. Though it was fun meeting boys in chatrooms, Damien decided that it was time for something more hands on. He wanted to explore the gay scene and a gay club seemed most logical. Hence, here he was at Lucky's, enjoying himself, captivated by the scene. The night was just starting. /* * */ The entire night at Michael's was spent gawking at his dad's porn collection, and perusing through erotic stories, word by word. It was not until Adam's dad came to pick him up that Jim realized he was suppose to be home an hour ago. So he told Michael he had to go, and went home. Jim's mom wasn't exactly happy when she saw him walking through the front door, but she wasn't mad either. All she did was give him a just-don't-do-that-again look and told him to brush his teeth and go to bed. In the bathroom, Jim turned on the faucet and let the water run while he brushed his teeth. He thought about the stories he had read earlier and wondered if real people actually did the things that were described in them. The thought caused his penis to grow and jab at the counter. Deciding that he would finish off what he started earlier, Jim quickly rinsed his mouth and put his toothbrush back into place. He took off his shorts and underwear and sat on the toilet, with his wiener already middle finger-sized. His somewhat experienced hand began to stroke it gently, while his other hand massaged the head of his penis. Jim closed his eyes and repeated the sexually explicit words and phrases he had digested over and over again as his mind conjured erotic images to go along with them. The chant inside his head was so powerful that it brought him to orgasm within minutes. Not having time to react, Jim spilled his load all over the bathroom floor as he struggled to not fall off the toilet seat. "Jimmy, what's going on in there?" Jim heard his mom ask. He panicked momentarily, making even more of a racket . "N-nothing. I just, I just hit my foot on the uh, toilet seat thing," Jim informed his curious mother nervously. "OK, honey. Finish off what you're doing and go to bed." "OK, mom." Jim grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned himself up. He grabbed some more, and wiped the mess off the floor, making sure that it was spotless. Then, he threw the junk into the toilet and flushed it, and finally put his underwear and shorts back on. Jim went to bed thinking about the magazines, the stories, and Michael. /* * */ Justin awoke to the clattering of clash cymbals emanating from his boom box, having fallen asleep earlier after jerking off. He quickly brought his still-naked body upwards and turned off the loud music. Turning his head left towards the clock on his desk, he realized that it was almost midnight. Justin decided to take a shower to get cleaned up from the mess he had made on himself. His body was giving off a mild stench, which wasn't very pleasant, even to him. He grabbed his towel from one of the hooks on the wall and wrapped it around his waist. The house was completely silent: everyone had gone to bed. Justin casually strolled to the bathroom and de-toweled himself. He then went and stood in front of the toilet and peed. As he was flushing the toilet, he felt something sticky from under one of his feet. He lifted it and saw a pale white gooey liquid, otherwise known as cum. "What the fuck?" he thought, shaking his head at the discovery of the filth. To avoid dirtying more of the bathroom floor, Justin hopped to the shower stall and turned on the showers. As the warm water trickled down his sordid body, it washed away the filth glued onto his skin. He grabbed the bar of soap and began to apply it to his body. When he got to his penis, he felt the urge to jerk-off again. Turning himself around, with his front away from the water, he thoroughly soaped his growing desire. Justin's beautiful rod rose to action as quick as the foam that was beginning to encapsulate it. Deciding that his dick was lubricated sufficiently, he put the bar of soap back to it's place and got to work. Justin moved his right hand and gripped his shaft, while his left opted for the balls below. He stroked and tugged and squeezed and pulled and pumped and massaged his genitals like a mad farmer milking an ablactating cow. In Justin's case though, there were still plenty of juices inside of him, ready to gush out at any moment. He let his body collapse against the wall, creating a loud thud as he continued to masturbate feverishly. His hands departed briefly to adjust the showerhead so that he could feel the water on him as he pleasured himself. Orgasm was only a few strokes away. Justin pressed against the wall and arched his back to prepare for the launching. The water cascaded down his body from head to chest, bending at the pole protruding at a 47-degree angle. Justin stroked relentlessly, as the first thread of cum jettisoned out of his urethra and splotched the wall. The next few volleys hit its target a few inches below, further staining the once clean surface. "AhhH! Uhh! NyunngghH!" His voice resonated in the shower stall. The intensity of the orgasm caused Justin to stumble, his feet generating loud thumps as he re-stabled himself. More cum spurted from Justin as he gasped for air, while gradually decreasing the tempo of his strokes. "Awhhh.nnhmm." Justin moaned softly. As his orgasm diminished, he slowly lowered himself, his back sliding downwards until his bottom rested on the stall floor. The cum on the wall only trailed him by a couple of milliseconds. For a few minutes, Justin just sat and listened to the water pour, clashing with his body, and escaping into the drain. Finally, he cleaned off the mess on the wall and rinsed himself. Justin put on some fresh clothes and tossed the ones he was wearing earlier into a corner. Not feeling sleepy, Justin decided to log on to his computer to chat with his friends on MSN. Only Lucca was online. [~sexyLucca~~ says:] hey! I was about to leave. [Justin says:] oh then go. [~sexyLucca~~ says:] no [Justin says:] OK. [~sexyLucca~~ says] so whats up?? [Justin says:] nothing, I just came from the shower. [~sexyLucca~~ says] whY are you telling me that? [Justin says:] To turn you on !!! [~sexyLucca~~ says:] Ooook..well it's not working. [~sexyLucca~~ says:] try harder. [Justin says:] I was masterbating in the shower and I blew my load all over the place. [~sexyLucca~~ says:] Justin!...ewww! [~sexyLucca~~ says:] that's disgusting [Justin says:] hahhahahaaa, you asked for it. [~sexyLucca~~ says:] ANYWAY..i go to bed. sleepy.. [Justin says: ] ok gnite, ttyl. [~sexyLucca~~ says:] luv ya, bye!!! [Justin says:] bye. Just as Justin was about to log off his computer, someone came online. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] Justin! Hey, how's it going buddy? [Justin says:] not bad. You? [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] not good man, I just got home from this totally fucked up date. [Justin says:] heh [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] The guy didn't even look like the pix he sent me [Justin says:] lmaoo! [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] Ffuck! You know what he tried to do!? we wre at this restaurant and he was like "hmm, the bathroom's empty." [Justin says:] ahhhaaaaahahaa!!!!! [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] yea.. sick freak. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] I just want a decent guy. Instead, I always end up with tehse ugly retards. [Justin says:] are you sure you'r not just picky? [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] I admit, I'm picky. You gotta be picky [Justin says:] yea I guess. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] you know, if I meet a guy half as hot as you, I'd be satisfied. [Justin says:] thx. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] That display pic is really you right? [Justin says:] Yup. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] You got any other pictures? [Justin says:] nah, just that one. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] dammit, go take some. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] hey, when are you gonna get a webcam!!?! [Justin says:] I dunno, too lazy. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! is inviting you to start viewing webcam. Do you want to Accept (Alt + C) or Decline (Alt + D) the invitation?] [You have accepted the invitation to start viewing webcam.] Justin gazed at his friend Blaine in the square box on the top right corner of the chat box. He himself did have a webcam but didn't want to let his friend view. When it came to net buddies, he was a bit hesitant. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] I really should stop treating you to this. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] ain't I hot?? [Justin says:] ugliest thing I've ever seen. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] really? [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] Liar. I bet your jerking off to the sight of my sexy body right now. Don't shoot all over the keyboard. Blaine was hot, and he knew it. Justin smiled when he saw Blaine stand up and flex his body. His biceps hardened with bulging veins that ran up his arms and across his impressive pecs, while his abs rippled towards his Sponge-bob Square-pants boxers. The `strong man' expression he was making was extremely retarded, yet hilarious and cute. And with spiky blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes, along with cockiness and confidence, Blaine was definitely something. [Justin says:] haha real funny [Justin says:] hey nice boxers. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] Did you cum yet? [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] You talking about the boxers, or this? Blaine stood up and grabbed his sizeable package, then sat back down. [Justin says:] ... [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] Hahaha, am I making you uncomfortable? [Justin says:] no. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] OK. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] Hey, I just thought of something. If we lived in the same city, we could be fuck buddies! [Justin says:] cool. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] wouldn't it be? [Justin says:] yea, that sounds aweomse [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] heh, really? [Justin says:] . [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! has stopped viewing webcam with you.] [Justin says:] hey I gotta go. Cya. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] Alright, take care man. [Screw Barbie. I want Ken!!! says:] Bye. Justin turned off his computer, then his lights, and then went to bed. /* * */ Damien was once again on the dance floor grinding with a bunch of horny men. It was obvious what they wanted: a night alone with him. Despite their efforts, Damien had no intention of hooking up with any of them. But, just to tease, he gave them a few thrusts, rubbing his bulge against their asses. Although he was flattered that they wanted him, he was looking for someone more around his age. Of course, no 17 year old kid would be here since no 17 year old kid was allowed in here. The only reason Damien got in was because he promised the bouncer guarding the doors that he would give him a blowjob in exchange for the entry. A promise that Damien did not intend to keep. Damien sat back down at a table, with a few guys accompanying him. They bought him drinks and showered him with compliments as he watched the show that had just started on the stage. Up until now, all the guys Damien had seen - on stage and off - were all men in their 20s' and up. But at that moment, a rather youthful looking stud appeared on stage in only a white thong. Damien was immediately drawn to him; the way he moved to the music, the energy he possessed, his smirk, and especially how he teased the audience by revealing some of his ass. The boy was practically Damien's identical, except he had blonde hair and Damien had black. After a couple of minutes, the extremely fine looking young man strutted off the stage and continued his show in the crowd. To Damien's surprise and delight, the boy came to him. Damien remained seated on his chair as he was treated to a lap dance. His boner quickly sprung, poking at the fabulous piece of ass that was before it. The boy grinned at Damien. He stood up, thrusting his crotch into Damien's face, as he brushed his hands through Damien's hair. Some of the guys were getting jealous since they weren't receiving any attention from this hot dancer. They slipped some bills into his thong in hopes of getting some of the lap dance. Damien had no more money on him and felt guilty that he was getting all of this for free. The boy soon realized this, and moved on to the other customers. Damien watched in disappointment and slight jealousy that he no longer had the attention of the hot young stud as he pleased the other guys. It was getting late. Damien decided that he should call it a night and go home before he got accosted by another incompetent guy. As he was leaving the club, the boy from the stage approached him. He was no longer in his white thong, but jeans and t-shirt instead. Damien apologized for not tipping him for the lap dance. The boy said it was ok, but asked Damien to do him a favor and drive him home. Damien agreed, and the two left the club. Outside at the entrance, the bouncer saw Damien leaving and got pissed off. "Hey, come back here." The bouncer tried to grab him but couldn't reach. There was a huge line of impatient gays waiting to get in, preventing the bouncer to go after Damien. "You little shit. Don't come back or else," yelled the angry bouncer waving a fist, as Damien and the boy walked to the parking lot to his car. "You know that guy?" he asked Damien. "Uh, no," answered Damien. "By the way, my name's Roscoe," he told Damien as they got into the car. "Charlie." Damien smiled at Roscoe. Roscoe wouldn't be the first guy he hooked up with. Over the years, he had been through countless relationships and one-night stands. Whichever category Roscoe fell under has yet to be determined. Damien drove through the still-busy traffic of the night, while trying to carry on a conversation with his lucky find. "So uh, do you get rides home from guys all the time?" asked Damien, curious. "Nah, you're the first," replied Roscoe. "Really?" Damien was surprised. "Yea, usually I drive. But my car's in for repairs right now so, yea. I was planning to walk home, until I met you." "Out of all the guys at the club, you chose me to drive you home?" "Out of all the guys at the club, you were the only one who didn't tip. You know, you're lucky you're hot." "Why's that?" Damien chuckled. " `Cause I would've kicked your ass," Roscoe said, half serious and half joking. "Or asked one of my bouncer friends to." "Oh, then I'm relieved. Whew, thank God I'm hot," Damien laughed, completely flattered by Roscoe's comment. Roscoe joined in on the snigger. "So, how old are you?" asked Roscoe. "17? 18?" "I'm 21," Damien lied. "Really? You look about 17," said Roscoe examining him. "Heh, yea, I get that all the time." Damien smiled. "Cool, me too," said Roscoe. "You're 21?" Damien was surprised at the revelation of Roscoe's age. He was sure this boy was around the same age as him, 19 max. Regardless, age wasn't really a factor to him, as long as the man was decent looking. "Yup." Roscoe smiled. "Hey make a left turn over there." Roscoe pointed to a street, metres away. Damien quickly made the turn, and followed further instructions. Soon, they were in his car at the bottom of Roscoe's apartment. "Hey, thanks for the ride man," Roscoe thanked Damien with a pat on his arm. "No prob." Damien grinned. "Charlie, right? You wanna come up?" Roscoe asked. "Sure," Damien answered without hesitation. The two made their ways into the apartment, up the elevator, through the corridor, and into Roscoe's place. It was of a decent size, nicely furnished with a gay man's touch. "You want something to drink?" Roscoe asked. "Nah, it's alright." Damien plopped himself on the sofa. Roscoe seated himself beside Damien. They both knew where this was going. The question was, "who would make the first move?" There was silence for a minute as the two stared intently into each other's eyes. Having confirmed that they were both on the same page, Roscoe smirked and slowly leaned forward. Their lips connected instantaneously, commencing the sinful act. Roscoe's hand slithered its way towards Damien's crotch, while Damien leaned back on the sofa arm and watched. The hand wasted little time. It unzipped his pants, rummaged through the fabric, and pulled out his gorgeous cock. Damien moaned as Roscoe stroked it to full mast. "Damn!" exclaimed a delighted Roscoe. "That's one huge mother." "Thanks," Damien said proudly. Roscoe brought his mouth over Damien's huge cock and started sucking and licking it, while his hand managed the bottom half of the long pole. Damien placed his hands on Roscoe's head to guide him up and down his shaft, as he relished in the skillful strokes. He studied this boy, man rather, who was so dedicated and focused on pleasuring him. As he sucked, Roscoe would occasionally glance up at Damien to ensure he was still satisfied. Damien would sneer at him and acknowledge his satisfaction. Combined with the earlier pleasure he had received from the other guys, the feeling was already becoming too great. It's been a while since he felt such ecstasy, so he wasn't about to let it end just yet. "Stop," Damien ordered, and Roscoe immediately stopped. "What is it?" asked Roscoe, eager to return to his feast. "Take your clothes off." Roscoe smirked. "Oh, so that's how you are huh? Alright then, let's go to my room." Roscoe got off the sofa and proceeded to his room. Damien followed, and by the time he got there, Roscoe was already stripping off his clothes. "Now you take your clothes off," said Roscoe, standing there naked. Damien walked over to Roscoe and looked into his eyes. He brought his shirt over his head and pulled it off. Then, he slid out of his khakis and boxers, revealing his full body before Roscoe. Roscoe placed his hands on Damien's chest and gazed at his stunningly impressive figure from head to cock to toe. The hands explored Damien's muscled arms, feeling the hard biceps and triceps as it slid upwards. It passed the shoulders, glided up Damien's neck, and rested on his face. Roscoe's hands examined every bump and wrinkle on Damien's rugged face, admiring its striking features before sliding back down again to his chest. Roscoe plucked at the nipples and chuckled as they hardened. Then, his attention turned to Damien's throbbing cock pointing straight up at his washboard abs. Roscoe swiftly grabbed the beautiful piece of meat and began stroking it expertly. Damien tore Roscoe's clingy hand off and gently pushed him onto the bed. "Heh," Roscoe chuckled as he positioned himself on his back. Damien got onto the bed, quickly lifted Roscoe's legs over his shoulders, then rammed his 8-inch schlong into Roscoe's tight butt. "Uhahhhhhh!" he screamed. "Gahhh! You asshole! Uhhh! Could've waited ahhh! For me to get some l-lube uhhh first. Ahh!" Damien snickered and carried on with his vigorous probing of Roscoe's hole, his big dick drilling in and out and in and out. His voice grunted to the beat of his balls slamming against Roscoe's ass cheeks. Roscoe brought his hand to his own throbbing cock and worked on it, while his other hand massaged his rim to soothe the pain from the forceful penetration. "Ahh, shit! I can't believe I'm cumming already! GnuhHh! Jzahhh!" Roscoe exclaimed and blew his load all over his face and chest. "Ugh!" Damien grunted loudly, feeling the tight clench on his monstrosity. He continued to fuck Roscoe mindlessly as signals of impending orgasm loomed in the sultry air. "Alright, here I cum," he warned as he pummeled even more fiercely at Roscoe's sore pucker. "Shit, man. This is too much! Ahhh!" Roscoe shouted, his dick still oozing cum onto his body. "BdaahH!!!" Damien roared and finally unleashed his millions of sperm soldiers, liberating Roscoe's innards. "Damn, that was awesome." Roscoe smiled at Damien as they both lay resting on his bed after the intense session. "Hey, kid." Roscoe shook his head in disbelief. Damien was completely spent after the workout and didn't speak a word at all as he slowly fell into a slumber. /* * * * * * * * * * * * */ Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed it, please let me know. Any questions, comments, and criticism will be greatly appreciated and can be directed to me at cj_stenus@hotmail.com.