"Music Store Teen" by Jay Kool
This story is totally fiction, but a lot of fantasy. If you like it, visit my web page at http://www.nakedboys.homestead.com
Chapter Two
I woke up in Josh's arms, this is the first time I have ever waked up in a lover's arms, and it felt so warm and loving. The sun filtered in through the blinds and brought me out of my sleep. I felt so rested, so relaxed and loose. I was also had a raging morning wood, that could use some attention. I took my free hand, my right that was Josh wasn't lying on, and I started to rub myself. I can't believe I actually fell asleep next to this hot stud.
I can't believe that I couldn't tell anyone, I don't think that I would be accepted for who I am. My family and friends constantly make fun of gay people, hell I used to on a constant basis. Yeah, I thought about guys, but never having sex with them. I'm such a hypocrite, how would I be able to explain myself to Josh. When he was in high school with me, we never hung out, but he never made jokes about gays, I always did.
I need to get out of here, I need to be alone to think. At this thought I decided to slip my arm out from under Josh, his head off of my chest, and slid out of bed toward the bathroom. I actually didn't realize it at that moment, but I was actually crying. I felt like I had no one that I could trust with my sexuality, felt like a hypocrite and a liar, and I didn't want to be loved. I wanted to go somewhere and lie down and die. I'm pretty sure that I couldn't be missed that much, maybe for a week or two. I was actually pretty insignificant, kind of shy, and didn't stand out in the crowd.
As I was closing the bathroom door, I heard Josh asking me what was going on, to which I responded that nothing that I just had to use the bathroom. I actually turned toward him to tell him this, and he noticed that I was crying. I think this kind of shocked him at first, I was so willing and excited to be with him that he couldn't figure this out. I started to turn around and close the door when he told me to wait. He wanted to know what was on my mind, how in the hell could I tell him? I went into the bathroom without heeding his words, I was acting kind of like an asshole, a confused one.
I relieved myself, and when I returned to the bedroom he immediately hugged me and began to ask me why I was crying. I told him that I better go home, that I had some things that needed to be done, and that I would be missed soon by my parents who would worry. I was lying again, I didn't have anything to do and my parents wouldn't be worrying about me, they knew I could take care of myself. I just needed to be alone. He finally gave up, as I started to change into my clothes. I almost forgot that I was wearing his clothes and in is house. All of the newer houses in the area are almost a like inside and out. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but I needed time alone. After I was done dressing, I left his room and went downstairs. He was still sitting on his bed, and I didn't hug or kiss him before I left. I didn't realize this until after I was home.
His parents were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and chatting over the latest and greatest news in the local bird cage liner. They thought that I was Josh, they forgot that I spent the night, until they caught sight of me. They greeted me with the usual how did you sleep' and would you like some breakfast?' I told them that I needed to get home to get some things taken care of around the house and that I had to get going. They asked me if Josh was up, and I told them that he was, and that he knew that I was leaving.
I went home and took a very hot relaxing shower, which helped relieve a little tension, but not enough to get me back to my normal self. I pretty much avoided my family and any living creature. I didn't want to be disturbed. I sat in my bed, hugging my pillow while the tears spilled out of my eyes. My thoughts were exploring the worst possible scenarios that could occur. With every thought, another piece of my heart was torn in two. After four hours or so, my mom came up to see if I was ok. I told her that I didn't feel well, that it was probably something I ate yesterday and that I needed some rest. I don't think that she bought it, but she left me alone until dinnertime and before my parents went to bed.
My sister found out the hard way that I wanted to be alone. When she knocked on my door, I pretty much told her to go to `fucking hell' and to leave me alone. I was being a total asshole, but my emotions were overloaded and I couldn't deal with what was going on. I was a faggot, my old words. I was now one of those people who I made fun of in all of my jokes. I was one of those people who I probably would've watched getting their asses kicked four years ago (before I accepted the fact that I might like guys). I also hated myself for lying, not that I had yet, but because I knew it would be happening soon.
There must be something wrong with me to like guys, this isn't the way that God created me. This isn't the way that I was raised. This was against my religion. I was a betrayer to my friends and family. It was only one indiscretion, maybe I did it because it was forbidden by society. I always wanted to get my hair died and get a piercing. I could continue with Josh and get a girlfriend for a front, but I would be using the both of them, and that would be wrong. Hell I don't know what to do.
I eventually fell asleep and was waken by my dad yelling up the stairs that I had a phone call. It was Josh, what in the world was I going to do. He sounded a little pissed, but he was trying very hard to be diplomatic. He wanted to know why I left in a flash, he actually thought that I had a girlfriend or a boyfriend, and that he was a fling. I assured him otherwise, and told him that we needed to talk in private. We decided to meet tomorrow to talk about what was on my mind, I kind of blew him off. Josh left, and since it was getting late and I was depressed, I decided to go to bed.
The suns crept around my blinds to light up my room and woke me from my soundless sleep. I couldn't get Josh off of my mind. Why was I fucking with his mind? He had good intentions and wasn't using me. You would think that I would've kept my dick in my pants if I didn't want to acknowledge to myself that I was at least bisexual. Well, it is time I got up and got ready to face the music.
I got up and took a shower, when I was done getting ready I went into the bedroom. I decided to pick out something that made me look really good for my future conversation with Josh. It wasn't anything special as far as clothing goes, it just made me look fly. I went downstairs where my mom greeted me good morning. I ate breakfast without saying much to them, and informed them as I was walking out the door that I was going over to Josh's. I got in my car and started it, and drove over to Josh's house. I hope he is up, since it is only 8:30am, but if he his mind is as tormented as mine, he'd be up. I pulled into his driveway, time to face the music.
I got out of my car and went up to the front door, and as I reached to knock, Josh opened the door to greet me. He informed me that his parents went on a day trip to see his grandmother who lived over an hour away, and that he had the house to himself. This kind of relieved me, I really wanted to talk privately with him without having to drive anywhere. At this point I was so nervous I would have probably wrecked my car, and I have enough on my mind without having to worry about something like that.
My dick grew hard at the sight of Josh, there is no way that I can't like guys. I proceeded to tell Josh what I have been thinking for the last day or so, and he told me that he understood, that all guys go through these thoughts. It took me a little while to actually tell him what was going on, I was so nervous I was shaking. He also told me that I could talk to him about anything anytime, before he asked me if I still wanted to be his boyfriend. When I saw his grin, my heart leapt and all I could say is yes. He leaned in and kissed me tenderly, yet forceful enough to let me know that my mind wasn't working overtime. I can't believe I was almost a big enough chicken to throw this away, I was in ecstasy.
I started to rub his chest and back as we were making out. God he was so sexy and cute. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my palms were sweaty. I knew that this had to be love. I felt so hot, like I was on fire, that I had to get my clothes off before I would pass out or something. We stripped ourselves before he started to suck and kiss my neck while rubbing his hand across my ass and crack. I was so sensitive to his touch that it felt like electricity flowing through my vein every time he touched me. We made out for a while, longer than I thought before Josh got down on his knees and took my raging boner in his mouth. I thought that I would shoot my load as soon as he touched my cock. I started to rock my hips slightly sending my penis a little further down his pie hole each time until my pubic hairs were caressing his lips. He started to finger my crack and started to stick his finger in my asshole, moving it slightly in and out. After he was sucking me for a few minutes, I blew my load deep into his throat, and he swallowed it all.
I was physically spent after receiving my blowjob, but I wanted to taste Josh. He lay down and I took his cock into my mouth, which made me so hard, that it hurt. I couldn't believe that I could get as hard as I was. My cock was turning red and enlarged. I started to lick beside Josh's testicles, flicking my tongue on and off of his balls. He was so extremely excited that he started to shoot his load all over his body and I had to turn my attention to lapping up his cum from his stomach, chest, and neck. I licked and sucked all of his cum as I made my way up his perfect body. He was so hot and sexy, and I was ready to go again.
Then the front door opened and in walked his parents.
TO BE CONTINUED