Date: Fri, 16 May 2003 14:13:47 +0800 From: Psy-Kit Feline Subject: Joeys Boi (part 3) Hi all, first, a confession. I wrote the below three stories under a dummy account and false username/ID. 'Jimmy Fourteen Eighteen' is actually me. So if I continue any of these stories (particularly bathtub wall), it will be uploaded from my actual e-mail address. Dec 14 2001 singapore jewelry boy (adult youth) Jan 24 2002 two vampires (science fiction and fantasy) Nov 7 2002 bathtub wall (adult youth) Therefore, I will proceed to place a copyright on all my stories, including the previous two Joey's Boi chapters. Warning: This story may contain sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy and other male teens. The author does not necessarily encourage sex between adults and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, it will be best you do not carry on reading this, and back out immediately. If this kind of story turns you off, look for something else to do. The author retains the copyright of this story. Placing this story on a commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. Comments to , (polite) critics, etc. will be gratefully received and acknowledged where possible. Flamers will be ignored. ALSO: I will no longer entertain any requests to meet me. I have Joey to stay faithful to, and I will be very busy when school starts, so I have no time to go out and befriend everybody. If I am free, however, I might make an exception, but don't you dare think you'll be getting sex from me so easily. I'm not so naive anymore. If all that is settled, we can move on to the story. ******************************** Joey was not the first person who had hit on me, but Joey was my first (and only) person who I had found security in and had the guts to start a relationship good and proper. He was the first one who engaged sex with me too. He was the light of my life at one point. I felt that we were simply meant to be. I never stopped thinking about him, even when he went on his business trips. I would sit in my bedroom and meditate on the feeling of fulfillment and contentment. I drew my satisfaction from the fact that I finally belonged to someone. It brought me a rare feeling of warmth. The feeling that I was being loved, and all I could do was love back with all my heart. Sadly, this might have been an illusion that later shattered after my mother got involved and enlightened me on true love. After that incident in chapter 2, I met Joey a few other times, where we just met for tea and to bask in each other's presence and even do some naughty stuff in a nearby toilet once! I went to the motel one other time with Joey, but it was not so memorable (except that I clearly remember him wearing a G-string). After that, he decided to let me see his house. I took the MRT to the other end of the island where he lived. I got off and found him. I could feel a grin form on my face. I rushed into the public toilet and changed into my skimpy running shorts. When I came out, he smiled lustfully at me. He even suggested I put my old bermudas on. (I think he was afraid other gays would want to steal me away from him) We hailed a cab to his house. When we neared his house, he felt my thigh, massaging my leg, moving his hand back and forth. It brought that old shivery feeling of pleasure all over my body and a strange lurch in my heart. While we were in the lift, we embraced momentarily and kissed. He pressed his hand against my crotch and then we broke off. When we got into his house, he told me, "In here, you can make as much noise as you want. You can scream as loud as you want when I play with your nipples, and no one will hear." The statement made me feel very excited indeed, although I never actually screamed (in fact, I hardly raise my voice). He decided to strip me once I lay on his floor mattress. Off went the shirt I had, and I pulled down my pants slowly. I then lifted his legs to let him take off my underwear. He smiled at my nakedness. He then undressed and he offered to bathe me. I smiled and hopped into the shower with him. Before we actually showered, he decided to fondle me some. He went behind me and rubbed his cock against my ass crack, pushing his cock head against my hole, but, of course, never actually going in. He left for a moment and got his digital camera. He then took some pictures of me, my cock, and he even made me bend over the toilet and he spread my buttocks so that he could take a picture of my anus. After that, we showered together. We wet ourselves and played with each other in the shower. He even pinned me against the wall and pushed his cock against my ass and whispered "Let me go in" just for fun. He even gave me a rimming while I was against the wall, swirling his tongue around my flower, sucking and pushing in a little... He used Dove soap and lathered up all over my body using a net sponge. I felt tingly all over when he passed the net all over my body. All this while, the shower was on, so it kept rinsing the soap off. You can imagine that I had quite a hardon! When he reached my cock, he decided to take me in his mouth. I think it was because of my foreskin, but it felt really uncomfortable. He pistoned up and down along my shaft, and it began to feel better. I held his head to encourage him. His tongue played around my cock and sent shivers up my body. It felt quite nice. After awhile, he let up, and it was my turn to do him. I went down on him, and the water washed over my face. I played with his cock in my mouth, and he slowly started thrusting into my mouth. After that, we dried off and turned off the shower. He lay down on the bathroom floor and took in what I was doing to him, which was I was playing and sucking his penis. After awhile, it was my turn to lay on the floor and he 'sat' on my chest, supporting his weight with his knees. We wanked off until he came onto my chest. He washed me up again and dried me off one more time. After that, We put on our underwear (he wore boxers and I, briefs) and went to rest on his bed. He turned on the computer and played music on it. We sat and listened to Chinese pop music, while I stared at his limp penis after I had taken it out of his boxers. After awhile he sat down at the side of the bed, spread legged and propped up on his hands. I pulled down his boxers and started to suck him off slowly. He got hard and he tilted his head back and gasped every now and then. He then lifted me off his penis and asked me to use my hand. I did just that, wanking him off slowly, then I took off my briefs and we masturbated together. It took us a long time and lots of hard work to finally cum (I've been known to control my orgasm for up to 45 minutes). When we were done, we got up and prepared to leave, since his sister and mother were coming home soon. I got up, dressed, and wandered into his kitchen. There, I saw fridge magnets with Christian quotes. I began to wonder if he, like me, was christian. (But I never got to ask him until later, by e-mail, when he was away from Singapore for a business trip.) I bid him farewell and got on the MRT and began my journey home, and that was the last time I had seen him since... Alot of things have happened since I had last seen him. He is now away at Vietnam for a business trip, and hasn't come back in a long time. I sank into a deep depression and state of self-condemnation. I began to question God's motives for creating me and felt that God had made me gay on purpose just to amuse himself. I was so angry at God I withdrew from church and shyed away from Christian bookstores. Whenever I saw a fellow christian, I gave them an angry look and mentally labeled them as narrow-minded and condemning. It ended up that my mother got me to see a psychiatrist, who started me on prozac. After that I fell ill and felt dizzy all the time. I even accidentally opened myself to visits from demons and I was so scared (did I mention that I am a psychic, healer and I am spiritually sensitive?), and they tormented me. At some point, my life picked up. That was after I confessed to my parents that I had a relationship with a man. My mother was so sorry, she said, she was so sorry that she didn't look after me properly, but it was not her fault. Our family was under alot of pressure since my father had become paralyzed and she never had time to look after my brother or myself. After that, I don't know what happened, but God gave me a revelation, and I felt that God didn't condemn me for being gay, but he loved me as much as anybody else. After that my spiritual strength returned, and I was more happy than I was before. But once my life began to pick up, my mother confronted me about Joey. She said that he didn't truly love me, and was just using me for sex. Even if he did care for me, it didn't go very deep. Joey had claimed via e-mail that he just got carried away and had sex with me, but my mother countered this by saying that he had planned it, since he had brought me to a motel. Bringing me to a motel to have sex doesn't happen by accident. She asked me "How do you know that he is not having other lovers, young boys like you, behind your back? He may be sincere to you and care for you, but how do you know that he doesn't do the same for a number of other boys like you?" I told her about how he loved me so much he didn't want to hurt me by having anal sex. She said that it was because I was special, that I probably looked so delicate that he felt that I couldn't afford to be hurt (physically, anyway). She said it happened to her once. Her friends were at a party, and suddenly they turned off the lights and scurried to the bedrooms. She was very confused, then the boy she was with infromed her that the party was actually a meeting for sex. But he felt that she was special and didn't want to hurt her, so theysat outside and talked while eating peanuts until everyone else came back out. Later I wrote to him and confronted him about it. His reply was that he said he felt truly sorry for having sex with me, and couldn't forgive himself. He said that maybe we should just become close friends instead. I was easily convinced, and decided to forgive him. he also told me that he used to be Christian, but was led away from Christianity by a bad experience. When I informed my mom about it, her heart soften and she said maybe God brought us together after all, to walk the path to healing together and become reborn christians together. From then onwards, we prayed every night for Joey to return to God, since I loved him too much to see him lost to the darkness. Many christians say that I was created for a special purpose, set aside for God's special work. I felt it before. I had dreams of the near future that came true, and even some spiritual messages sent to me. I feel that I am, indeed, created for a special purpose, but have yet to find out what that purpose is. I am only 16, but I am much older than I look. So I continue my search for an identity, a greater purpose, but now that I have lost my security in Joey, I also search for a new love. I will always remember Joey as my first love. He will always remain in my heart, he has made his mark in my life. I have never felt that way about anyone before, and even though we are only close friends now, even though he may not have truly loved me from the start, in my heart, I will always love him dearly. THE END I do not expect to write anymore stories about Joey and I until he returns from his business trip in Vietnam, and even then we probably won't do anything erotic together. However, in the spcial case that we do, I might continue the story.