CYBER SEX FOR CHRISTMAS?
A short story by Trevor Johnson
Ok let's get the preliminaries out of the way. My name is Toby, and I'm a senior at Oakdale High School or, I have been for one week since my parents decided to move here from New York. I don't like this school. The students aren't friendly and this being a small town they all know each other and don't like strangers. My parents have been called into the school twice in my first week, just because I was fifteen minutes late. I hate this school, this town and these people.
I'm gay but no one here knows that, and being in the Bible belt I want to keep my sexuality secret for as long as possible. So how do I get my sexual relief and gratification? Are you aware of the thousands of gay chatrooms there are on the internet? Yeah, I indulge on an almost daily basis, chatting to whomever wants to talk dirty with me so I can jack off on my own, in private, while my imagination is running rampant with some other dude who has the same intentions.
Another exciting aspect of internet sex is that you can `do it' with other guys in other countries and I found out at an early age that whoever or wherever you are we all jack off the same way. And according to a Zulu guy in Africa our jizz is the same no matter what the color of our skin or the size of our dicks.
Being in a new school and also being a bit of a loner, and also being paranoid about my sexuality, I don't know anyone. I spend my time during lunch breaks sitting on my own, usually reading a book, studying and listening to country music on my I pod. Yep, that was something else I preferred to keep to myself because a guy my age isn't supposed to enjoy country music. But I have to admit George Strait is my favorite along with Idol winner Scotty McCreery, who gets me hard whenever I see a picture of him.
Talking about getting hard, I suppose I should tell you (although it's none of your business) that I'm about seven and a half inches and cut, due to the fact that my father is Jewish and got me done to please his parents. Incidentally, I am an only child and from listening in on my parents discussions, I will never have a brother or sister because of some medical problem my mom has.
While talking about my parents I just want to say I love them dearly, plus they spoil me rotten since I'm their only kid. If I ever did come out to them I think they would understand and support me, but I'm just too scared to take the plunge.
Well, that's all my background stuff out of the way except to tell you about this very cute red headed kid who is in most of my classes. He also appears to be on the shy side with few friends, and to be honest I'm not even sure of his name. I think it's Peter but I'm not sure. Anyway I get hard just staring at him in class and a few times I've had to turn away quickly when he's caught me looking. Redheads for some reason turn me on. Don't know why, personally my hair is a dull dark brown which looks even worse when its long so I keep it short in a crew-cut.
With Christmas coming up, plus my father looks like he'll be away on business until Christmas Eve, I'm particularly depressed. In New York our holiday season was always spent with lots of friends and family and was a really happy time. We went ice skating whenever we could, laughing and having fun especially when someone fell down, usually me.
We always had a big Christmas tree in the window and the house had lights all over, with a nodding Santa in the yard along with reindeer and a snowman. We drank non-alcoholic egg nog, danced like stupid idiots and everyone had a great time. This year with dad away we had a small, pathetic looking tree in the house but that was all, and I noticed not many homes around us bothered with lights either.
Really, to say I was depressed would be an understatement and I longed for the snow and ice and all my friends in New York. Mom did her best to cheer me up but it wasn't the same, and I also missed my father, wishing he would come home early or something. With school now on holiday break I was bored as well as depressed.
Anyway as usual I've allowed my mind to wander, which it does frequently, so back to the internet and gay chatrooms. I always wonder what the guys I chat to are really like. I'm sure they all exaggerate about their looks and dick size and more. After all, my own dick grows a couple extra inches and my hair goes blonde when I'm chatting, and I brag about past conquests which of course are only in my dreams. Plus, in the chatrooms I'm always a dominant top when in fact I've never tried top or bottom and would be willing to go either way with the right guy.
Just a couple days ago I was in one room which was really busy and chatted with several guys. Suddenly the room went quiet and I thought I might have to go searching for another more lively room, when a guy named Randy popped up saying, "hi would you like a private chat?"
I agreed and we moved out of the public chat area so that just the two of us could be alone. We went through the normal introductions, and told the usual white lies. It appeared he was about the same age, blonde like me with a big cock like mine (oh yeah!) and so on.
"I just moved into the town where I live and hate it." He told me.
"Yeah, I'm the same and no one wants to talk or be friends straight or gay." I explained.
Now this is where the cybersex bit comes in. He asked me if I was naked. "Yeah completely", having shed my T-shirt and shorts before logging in.
"Me too and I'm stroking my dick while typing also."
This is where I had an advantage because mom was out shopping and I had a voice recognition program called Dragon which translated what I said into typed words on the screen. This allowed me to have both hands free, and as I explained to `Randy' I was not only stroking my dick but fingering my ass as well.
"Wow, I wish I could do both at the same time." He exclaimed.
"Well take your time and do it in between typing." I lowered my voice trying to make it sound sexy before I realized what a stupid idiot I was because he couldn't hear me. Still he must have used his imagination and said, "I bet you have a sexy voice and great lips. Just imagine our mouths coming together, and our tongues meshing together as we fondle each other's dicks."
After reading this I swear my dick grew another couple of inches as I said, "Would you like me to suck your dick?"
"Is the Pope catholic?" He replied with a LOL after it.
"Just lay back while my mouth travels down your naked body, taking each nipple and sucking them, and then swirling my tongue around your navel before licking and then putting both of your balls in my mouth. Then I'll run my tongue up and down your mighty shaft before licking the tip savoring the taste of your precum. Finally I'll slowly take your giant cock into my warm wet mouth slowly, oh so slowly, swallowing you down to the base, your pubes tickling my nose."
All the time he was typing. "yeah, oh yeah do it
I love it go all the way down suck me dry"
I continued, "I'm slowly moving up and down your throbbing shaft gradually picking up speed until at last I'm sucking your cock like crazy, and can feel your testicles tightening, preparing to blow your load. I can feel it's on its way and I'm going to swallow every last drop of your huge, hot load of sperm."
"Oh yeah, get ready to take it all, I'M CUMMING TAKE IT ALL SWALLOW MY JUICE." He typed in CAPS showing me that he was shouting.
At the same time my own dick erupted without much help from my hand, spraying my spunk all over my desk and computer screen. I don't know about Randy on the other end of the chatroom, but I was out of breath, literally gasping as I drained my dick with the help of my left hand.
Then, both of us went quiet, recovering from what had just happened which for me was one of the hottest orgasms I'd ever experienced.
Normally, once I've blown my load we break the connection, but this time I felt that I wanted to know a little more about the guy on the other end, Randy. Plus I got the impression he wanted to chat some more too.
I told him about my new school and how I didn't like it there, but without mentioning any names. I did this because one day I was chatting to a guy before we left New York who said he was in his teens. I later discovered he was in his seventies and lived close by and he began stalking me. I got some buddies at school to warn him off and never saw him again, but I learned my lesson.
Randy told that he, too, was going to a new school and also hated every minute he was there, "It's only a small school compared to the one I went to in Pittsburgh and I miss all my old buddies, plus they all knew I was gay and it didn't bother them." He explained.
"I've always been too scared to come out to anyone, even my parents, although I'm sure they would understand and be caring, since I'm the only child." We continued chatting in general for a long time revealing more and more about ourselves. I felt that I could be more honest with this guy and not worry, and he too, sounded as if he was being truthful and open.
Finally he opened up more saying, "I have a feeling I know you and I can trust you. And if we live anywhere close I wouldn't mind meeting up."
This statement took me totally by surprise but without giving it a second thought I agreed that would be great. I didn't think this would happen, expecting us to living hundreds of miles apart. So imagine my surprise when he told me he went to Oakdale High School.
"So do I", I told him, feeling the excitement of at last hooking up with someone in my own town, and to be in high school he must be about my age. My dick also became overjoyed at the news, rising up above my navel in anticipation of some live action. "Don't get too excited old fella, this could still be one big con, and if we don't like each other when we meet, nothing might ever come of it." I muttered to myself.
"When and where would you like to meet?" I wrote.
There was a long pause and I thought I'd scared him off. But eventually he answered my question. "Not sure where to meet. I have a younger brother and sister so here at my place is out of the question. I don't like public restrooms or anywhere like that either."
There was another long pause on my end this time before I thought, what the hell, and went for broke, "My mom's going Christmas shopping tomorrow and won't be around when I come home from school. Would you like to come over here?"
There was no pause this time as the answer from Randy was quick and definite. I gave him my address hoping I was doing the right thing and got a surprise answer back, "That's only one street away from my home." He told me. We chatted in general some more before breaking off, saying our good nights.
As I laid in bed later, pondering the evening's events, I had a few nervous moments wondering if this guy was genuine, and hoping I wasn't going to be beat up, and half killed the following afternoon. It was quite a while before I finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I made sure I was at school with plenty of time to spare, which I spent sitting on a low wall near the entrance, checking out all the guys as they came in trying to figure out who was `the one'.
To say the day dragged on would be an understatement, and all the time I was searching, checking out the guys who were talking to chicks, with other guys, and who were alone. I was becoming paranoid over the whole business telling myself not to be so stupid, and that the guy might not even be in my school, but could easily be a middle-aged, bald dude.
It was mid-afternoon when the thought crossed my mind that I was seeking out a blonde kid when his hair could be any color. I was pretty sure my cyber boyfriend wasn't an African America because there was only a handful of them in the whole school, and they were all football jocks. He could be Hispanic, with quite a large number of them in the district, but that didn't worry me just as long as he was cute.
All these thoughts were going through my head as the day dragged on. Late in the day I glanced across at my redhead fellow classmate, thinking to myself, `is he the one?' but deciding no, I couldn't possibly be that lucky.
Finally the bell rang signaling the end of the day and I couldn't get out of that building fast enough, onto my bike, and pedaling home as fast as I could. After checking to make sure my mom really was out, I took a quick shower making sure I had clean underwear, a smart casual shirt with a collar, and khaki shorts. I checked in the mirror decided that I looked too smart and changed into a T-shirt, no socks, and just sandals on my feet.
I kept checking the mirror and my watch as I paced up and down the hallway waiting for the gentle ring of the doorbell. Time dragged on and I began to have doubts that he was ever going to show up. I was so busy worrying that he was a no-show that when the doorbell did ring I jumped a few inches off the floor in surprise. Another quick look into the mirror and I headed for the front door.
My hand hovered over the handle for such a long time that the bell was rung again. Finally I opened the door and believe me I was visibly shaking as I opened it wider to see an equally nervous face peering back in my direction.
Once the initial shock was over, we both began laughing as we fell into each other's arms, embracing and then kissing, as the thought went through my head, "oh my God I do love redheads. What an awesome Christmas this is going to be."
THE END (OR IS IT)?