Date: Mon, 29 Feb 2016 22:16:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Courting Chris Part 1

Courting Chris (part 1)

Bill was straight, but found himself strangely attracted to an effeminate
boy at school.  When he acted upon his feelings it opened and entirely new
world to him!  I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.

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I'm Bill, a junior in a mid-west American high school.  I wasn't a jock,
but I wasn't a wimp either – I did well in school, so I suppose I was
something of a nerd.  Chris Binsen was my age and very different.  He was
effeminate looking, with soft features and long hair.  He had pierced ears
and wore girl's earrings.

He could have passed for a girl, but didn't try to – it was like his
conscious expression of femininity was his way of making a statement – I
had no idea what statement – perhaps just that he was his own person and
not willing to conform to what others think he should be.

He was short and thin, and even walked in a somewhat feminine manner.  The
jocks picked on Chris, and I felt kind of sorry for him.  I didn't really
know Chris, but observed at a distance.  I sometimes had some disturbing
thoughts of being attracted to Chris – he was rather pretty looking, but
I was definitely straight.  I had dated a few girls, but nothing that had
developed into relationships.  I really liked girls, but just never had the
chance that every jock I knew seemed to.

One day I might own the company where the jocks worked, but for now I was
well below them on the pecking order.

One day I had an experience that changed my outlook.  It was after school
and I stopped in the boy's washroom to take a leak.  To my surprised I
found a line of guys, but could not see the front of the line.  I didn't
know what was going on, but the guy at the end of the line said, "Want a
blowjob?  Get in line!"

I had never had a blowjob, but from what I heard it was to best thing that
could ever happen to a guy, so I got in line.

The line was actually fairly short, and I saw that I had four guys ahead of
me.  I heard the guy in front say, "Fuck yeah – good job faggot!"  He
left and now I had three ahead of me.  I tried to see who was doing the
sucking – it must be a guy if they called him a faggot.  High school
guys are nearly always horny, so it didn't take long for any of them to
cum.  As the guy in ahead of me got to the front of the line he said,
"better get ready."

I unzipped and got my cock out.  It was already nearly hard as I
anticipated the blowjob.  I tried to look over the shoulder of the guy, but
still couldn't see the sucker.  Finally it was my turn, and there were
about five guys behind me.  When the guy in front of me stepped aside I saw
that Chris was kneeling before me.  I was at a loss for words, but this
wasn't a time for talking anyway.

I didn't know what to do, but Chris did, and once he was sucking me I was
in heaven.  I looked at Chris and his eyes met mine and we just looked into
each other's eyes.  He sucked me as we maintained eye contact.  It felt
wonderful, but I felt a little odd about the whole situation.  It didn't
take long, but I came, pumping my load into his mouth.  All of the other
guys said nasty things to Chris, but I couldn't bring myself to do that –
he had done something really nice for me.

As I pulled out of his mouth I just smiled and whispered, "thank you."

That night and throughout the next day I couldn't get Chris out of my mind.
I'm not at all attracted to men but I just couldn't stop thinking of him.

At lunch time I approached Chris, who usually ate alone. "Mind if I join
you?" I asked.

"Go ahead," was all he said.  I sat down across from him.  In the noisy
cafeteria we could talk privately, and I didn't want anyone else to hear.

I didn't know what to say – it was like the first time I talked to a
girl – how do you get started?

Finally, I began, "I was wondering if you wanted to do some stuff
together?"

"Are you looking for a repeat of yesterday?" Chris asked.

"No!" I replied, "I mean, it was really nice, but that isn't what I meant."

"I'll give you this," Chris said, "you were the nicest guy in line – you
were the only one who didn't put me down."

"So, will you go out with me?" I said, stunned that I had used those words.

"Go out with you?" Chris asked, "are you asking me out on a date?"

I just realized that I had – I had asked another guy on a date!  I was
getting really nervous.

"Chris," I said, "I'm really nervous about this, but I am sincere."

"Ok," Chris replied, "but I've never been on a date, and you'll have to
talk to my grandmother about it."

"Your grandmother?" I asked.

"My parents died in a car crash," Chris explained, "I live with my
grandmother, and she is really protective."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I replied, "but I don't know what to say to your
grandmother – I had a hard time finding the words to ask you."

"Come to my house after school and meet her," Chris said, "she knows I'm
different."

I agreed and we went to our afternoon classes.  Throughout the afternoon I
seriously considered chickening out.  Here I was, a straight guy who just
asked a gay guy out on a date – I could admit to myself that I was
attracted to Chris, but I told myself that it was his femininity that
attracted me.

My thoughts kept coming back to the eye contact we had during the blowjob –
it seemed like we had some sort of connection – I thought I wanted to
kiss Chris – kiss the mouth that my cock was in?

By the end of the day I resolved that I would go meet his grandmother.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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