Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 22:17:42 +0800 From: Psy-Kit Feline Subject: Intensive Reds (part 1) Note: The following storey is a FICTIONAL one. You know, like, fake. It never happened in real life, only in the author's imagination. It is an imaginary secenario that I set in my fantasy for Joey, my REAL boy/manfriend, and I, so 'Ivan' in these stories is Joey as I see him in my mind. This story may contain descriptions of sex between a grown man and a male teen. If such material offends you, please do not continue further. This story is copyrighted by the author. So much as placing this story on a commercial website without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Comments and all that can be mailed to Kevin at jv_kevinlu@hotmail.com ----------------------- My name is Kevin. I'm from Singapore. I'm of average height for my age, which is 16, and am rather slim. I am Chinese, with naturally black hair and brown eyes, as you'd expect. I have full, pink lips, almond shaped eyes set slightly wide apart, a relatively high, though flat, nose. I have long earlobes, trimmed eyebrows, and thick lashes. I'm also very fair, and shave myself of all body hair. I'm gay, of course, but my parents don't know. I don't cruise or anything. In other words, I'm reserving myself for 'the one', and this story is about how I met 'the one' who also was my first love. How lucky of me. I enjoy walking about in drugstores/pharmacies in the mall. I like, especially, looking around the hair dye section. I highlight my hair purple, but the pigment never works out. I always end up with red or magenta hair. But I see browsing through the hair dye section as a form of entertainment that I never seem to grow tired of, so I do it everytime I'm at the mall. Mundane, isn't it? I live in Jurong area, by the way. The mall I'm talking about is Jurong Point. Anyway, on that day I was fed up with always ending up with magenta hair, so I grabbed one of the cherry red dyes and decided to dye my hair red on purpose this time, as a touchup to my hair roots. As I was walking down to the payment section, I noticed this really tall hot stud walking into the store. He was probably in his thirties, very tan, even for a Chinese, was quite muscular, and had very rough skin, so it was no surprise that the sales counter women attempted to push him into buying pimple cream. He just ignored them and walked over to the hair dyes section. His hair was short, spikey and already a shade of gold blonde/brown. One of the colours I hated the most on hair, because it was so common in Asia. Sickening. But I saw all his other qualities, so, with my 'gaydar' at the ready, I strode back to the hair colour section, where he now stood. My gaydar told me he was one of us, I just hoped it was right. I didn't even know why I was doing this. I was a virgin, and proud of it. Why was I trying to hit on this guy? What made him different from everyone else? I kept staring at him out of the corner of my eye, while trying to look like I was selecting a different colour. I decided to get bold and go all out to look at him. He turned to look at me. But thanks to my good reaction time, I turned back quickly before he could see me oggleling at him. Fat chance. I realized that he turned in the nick of time to see my head turn it's very last angle. I decided to put back the cherry red dye and pick out an aubergine shade. Not much difference. But I noticed that this time he took the cherry red one and held it to himself. My heart began to beat faster. Was this some sort of sign? I attempted to glance at him, but stopped dead when I noticed he was staring at me. He smiled in a good natured sort of way, then bent down and whispered into my ear: "Nice hair." I almost flew into a state of panic. But he had already left to pay for the dye. I decided to leave my touchups for another day, put back the aubergine shade and followed him to the cash counter. I stood behind him, and promptly caught a whiff of his sweaty smell. He was only wearing a sleeveless T-Shirt and shorts. I could clearly see his armpit hair. He smelled very masculine. My own effeminate self was very turned on. But I had to hide it from him at the moment. "Can I help you?" the cashier asked. The man turned back to look at me and grinned broadly. I was wearing only a tank top and bermudas, and this place was air-conditioned, but I felt myself beginning to sweat. "I'm with him." I managed to blurt out to her. She nodded and turned to the next customer. My Zeus decided to walk on, and I, his wannabe Ganymede, followed him like a magnet to the food court on the third floor. There, he turned to look behind him, and saw me still there. He laughed out loud and asked "What do you want?" "I...I...I'm Sorry." I stammered, and started to trot off, miserable. "Wait!" He called out. I turned around. He had selected a vacant table and was sitting down. He pulled a chair up next to him and petted it. "Sit down with me." He said, with a kind smile on his face. I took the bait. I sat down next to him, ready to have a heart attack at any second. "What's your name?" he asked. "Kevin." I replied softly, barely audible above the noise of the crowd. "Kevin, huh?" He acknowledged, then shook my hand. "Nice to meet you, Kevin. My name is Ivan." "Ivan." I repeated. "Want something to drink? It's on me." He said. "Uh, no thanks." I replied. "Come on," he insisted. "Ok, Green Tea." I sighed. What have I gotten myself into? He went of to order our drinks. He had ordered coke for himself. I had better not mention food, or he might end up buying me a meal... After we sat down, and sipping at our drinks, we engaged in small talk. He asked me things like what music did I like. We discovered we both liked Buddha Bar, stuff like that. As I warmed up to him, I started to impress him with stories about how I provided hair colouring services to people in my spare time. I also talked about how red pigment in hair dyes faded most easily, because of the small size and instability of the moleclue. I also talked about Wella having developed an intensive red pigment called pentarubin, a stable chain of five red moleclues, providing a very fade-resistant red shade for hair. He listened to my rambling on with much fascination. I wasn't normally so talkative, I was usually very quiet and shy. He must be getting to me, I thought. We exchanged phone numbers. His was very easy to remember, but I saved it on my phone...just in case. We also exchanged e-mail addresses. We talked some more. I don't know how it got out, but he soon had it out of me that I was gay. I almost cried when I agreed that I was, indeed, gay. I didn't expect our newly forged friendship to end so soon. But he just smiled somemore, and said. "So am I." I felt intense relief, then rapture, wrap itself around me. This was great! "And I think I'm beginning to like you as more than a friend." He said, winking at me. I felt myself blush. I was beginning to feel that we were moving too fast. We barely knew each other! We took the lift down to the basement, since his car was there and he said he would give me a lift home. While we were in the lift, alone, he suddenly did the unexpected. He kissed me on the lips. His tongue explored my mouth. I was in total shock. No one ever did this to me! All I could do was kiss him back. But in my mind, I was panicking. How did I get myself into this? When we got into the car, he sat me next to him on the passenger seat. He massaged my thigh. I felt all hot and bothered. It was all very exciting, after all. "I want you so much Kevin, I'm beginning to think it's fate." He told me. He then bent over and kissed me again. I held him by the neck, but I realized his hand were sliding over my body, into my pants, touching my smooth buns. I could have accused him of molesting me, but instead I pulled off. I stared at him, embaressed at my own actions. I never saw myself stooping so low. I was in a daze. Ivan didn't help matters very much either by grabbing my crotch and placing my hand on his. I yelped at the sensation at at privates, snapped my hand off his bulge and pushed him away. "Sorry Ivan, but I'm not ready for that." "What do you mean?" He asked. "I think we are moving way too fast here. I think we need to slow down a little. I may be gay and all, but I'm not ready for sex. I mean, we barely know each other." I replied. "I see. I'm sorry." he said, understanding dawning in his eyes. "If you truly love me, you would be willing to wait for the time when I'm ready." I said. "Ok." He replied. He began to tear up. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me." he said, hugging me tight. He hadn't struck me as very emotional. "It's ok," I said breaking off the hug. I placed my finger on his nose. "Just remember: I'm worth waiting for." I said, smiling slightly. He perked up and we kissed again, for awhile, our tongues dueling as we hugged each other close, before he started up the car. When it was time to get off, I gave him a small peck on his cheek and gave him my blessings before I got out. When I got home, my head was spinning. My mom asked me, "So, what colour did you buy this time?" I told her I didn't buy anything. She looked surprised. I expected that. I was the notorious peroxide addict, colouring his hair every so often. Such behaviour on my part was unusual. That night, I saw my first e-mail from him: Hi my dear Kevin, Just to say sorry again for trying to seduce you so early in our relationship. I was a jerk for doing that. I just want to ask for your forgiveness again. Just to let you know, I love you very much and am willing to die for you. Are you free this Saturday? I might want to take you to Sentosa. Love, hugs and kisses, Ivan ******* I smiled. I was free on Saturday. So I was definetly going. By the way, from then onwards, Ivan never pressed me for sex again. Not until I informed him that I was ready. Heehee! God's blessings to all, Kevin