Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2018 12:25:45 -0400
From: biglittleboy33@aol.com
Subject: The change n my life part 2

THE CHANGE IN MY LIFE PART 2

This is a work of erotic fiction.  All people, places, and things taking
place are the imagination of the author and not any event in real life.  It
is between a man and an underage young man.  If this offends you do not
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I sat at my desk in shock.  The whole lunch hour had been a blur and I
still couldn't believe what had happened.  What had I done?  It really
wasn't what I had done it was more of what Johnny had done to me.  My ass
still twitched with a weird feeling.  Was I gay?  I never thought I was but
here is a man treating me like a woman.  Fucked me hard and even though I
didn't want it to happen I didn't stop him either.  I kept going, moaning
into his hand while he dominated me, pounding me against the wall and
making me feel things I could never have imagined ten minutes earlier.  I
must have just been staring into space when one of the women in my office
came over to me and asked if I was ok.  "I just ate something that
disagreed with me.  I need to go to the bathroom."

I went to go to the bathroom and clean myself up.  I went into one of the
stalls and took a wad of toilet paper and wiped my ass.  I rubbed it till
it was raw, trying t get every last bit of cum and Vaseline off my
backside.  I was still in a daze but I reached back to touch it and see
what it felt like.  I had never put my hand back there touching my hole
before, but it seemed a little wider than it should have.  Was it going to
stay that way?  I sat on the toilet set for about twenty minutes until my
father came in the restroom.  "Are you ok?  Carolyn said you were sick."  I
most certainly was not going to tell him the truth I could only imagine
what he would say. "I am just a little queasy I ate at that hot dog stand
on the corner and it didn't sit well."  I came out of the stall and headed
back to my desk.

I tried to work but I was so out of it I was making more mistakes than
correct entries.  I kept plugging away, trying to get the events of the day
get out of my mind as the day slowly dragged along.  I couldn't wait to get
out of there and go home.  I was just moving along with my head down until
a man ran into me with his head down also.  Normally I would have gone
around him and not thought anything of it.  This time was different.  I
said "excuse me I am really sorry", being overly respectful to the man and
stepping out of his way deferring to him, more than the average person
would do on the way home during rush hour in lower Manhattan.  Definitely
more than I ever did, always being in a rush.  The man kept walking with a
sly smile on his face, not expecting someone to get out of the way. I felt
like the man was superior to me, that I would do whatever he asked of me.
Is this the new me?  Did my life change that much in a few hours?

I made it to the PATH station to take the train to New Jersey.  I just
looked down at the ground as the train zipped along. When we made it to
Hoboken I looked for the one home.  As I waited for it to come in I heard a
voice behind me calling my name.  It was a voice I really was not sure I
wanted to hear but I also needed to hear.  Her arm reached out to grab
mine.  "I have been calling for you since you got off the PATH.  Wake up!"
as she slapped my arm.

Judy was a girl a couple of years older than me.  I was always attracted to
her but she had a boyfriend, limiting my adoration from afar.  She came
into the city working an internship and we sometimes rode the train home
together.  Usually I enjoy sitting next to her for the 45 minute ride,
today I wasn't sure if that is what I wanted.  Today she didn't seem that
attractive.  At the end of these rides it generally resulted in my going
home and jerking off thinking of her being my first.  Not today someone had
already been my first.  I didn't need that but she may have been the one I
needed to talk to.  We sat on the train and I stared out the window.  It
got her attention that I was distant, and she told me so.  "What's wrong?
You can tell me".

"I had a rough lunch" I said after a few minutes.  She put her hand on my
arm and wanted to know what happened.  All that time I never had the guts
to ask her out, but now here I am telling her a secret I would never dream
of telling anyone.  Hell, she was going to college at the end of the summer
anyway so what the heck.  I went for broke.  I leaned into her ear and
whispered "I had sex with another man".

She looked back incredulously.  "Repeat that!  I don't think I heard you
correctly".  I then shifted my body towards her and told her the whole
story, from the pinch on my ass to Johnny going down on me to Johnny taking
my virginity, whispering so no one could hear.  It shocked me that I was
telling anyone this, much less a girl I was really attracted to.  This is
something I would never tell any of my friends, yet here I was spilling my
guts to one of my closest.  I would never tell one of the guys but
something about Judy made it all seem ok.  When I was done with every
detail including his phone number still in my back pocket she started
staring forward.  "This is quite shocking.  I thought you were always
attracted to me".

"I was er, am.  But between Rich and everything I never wanted to ruin our
friendship.  I enjoy these rides home".

"When I said to you before when you were stammering over your words that
you could tell me anything this is not what I really expected.  Let me see
his phone number".

I reached into my back pocket and pulled it out.  I had never seen it
before myself, not wanting to see it and didn't want to make it real.  It
was definitely real.  As if I wasn't scared enough all day the reality of
the situation hit me hard.  "What am I going to do?  This isn't me, or so I
thought".

Judy smiled.  "Maybe it is.  Maybe this is what you were meant to be.  I
really all through High School never saw you with a girl.  You always
seemed to have trouble talking to girls, present company included".  Judy
kind of sat back in her chair.  "You may not be the most in-shape guy but
there are other girls who would have gone out with you.  But you never
seemed that interested".

"I was interested but was afraid.  I needed someone to make it obvious I
guess.  The problem is this felt so right".  I turned my head and looked
out the window. I didn't know what to do or face this.

Judy leaned over and put her mouth next to my ear.  "So find out if this is
right.  Call him".

"Speaking of things that will scare the hell out of me.  What if he is just
using me just for sex?  What will people think if I really am gay?  I can
only imagine what the guys will say, not to mention my parents or my
brothers.  That's even worse".

Judy let out a small laugh.  "If they are your friends they will accept it.
If not they aren't your friends anyway.  And he had sex with you in a
public place.  He probably is using you".  She put her head back and closed
her eyes.  "Since the sex was good start there.  Think about what you are
going to do and what will make you happy, not everyone else".



I didn't get much sleep that night.  I walked around the house in a daze.
I spent the entire train ride staring out the window thinking of what Judy
had said to me.  Work didn't help I was in a stupor not paying attention to
anything.  Lunchtime came and I wanted to head back.  Find out what this
was all about in my head.  When I was going heading out I stuck my head
into my father's office and told him where I was going.  "I thought you had
basketball summer league tonight."

Damn I had forgotten that.  The other guys aren't my closest friends but
friends nonetheless.  "Sorry I forgot I am leaving at 130.  I will grab
something on the way home".  I knew I wasn't going home first.  I had my
mind made up I was going back.  I was going to settle this once and for
all.  Maybe Johnny was there.

I was now full of energy.  The thought of going back inspired me to get my
head into work.  I had to get work done if for no other reason to make the
day go faster so I could get to Ann Street.  I was a changed boy.  I still
looked at myself as a boy even though Johnny had made a man out of me.  Or
a girl.  I hadn't figured out which yet I just knew I was going to be his!

At 130 I hit the street and moved with purpose.  I barreled through the
front door and didn't even stop for change.  I still had a couple of tokens
from yesterday so I went into the back.  I had to take a minute to catch my
breath.  Since it was around 1:45 the place had thinned out from the lunch
crowd.  I walked around for a minute then headed to my favorite booth.  It
was empty so I sat down and put the same movie on and enjoyed the show,
leaving the door cracked just a little.  Watching the one man sucking off
the other made me think of standing over Johnny.  I unzipped and began
rubbing my dick poking through the fly.  This was getting me really hard.
Then I heard a knock on the door.

I kind of covered myself and sat there.  An older man stuck his head
through the door and asked if I wanted company.  He was much older than
Johnny, who I figured was around 40.  This man had to be near 60.  I smiled
and stood up and undid my belt, letting my pants fall to the floor.  I
reached over and pulled him close to me, stuck my tongue out, and gave him
a nice kiss.  This is what I wanted in life, the feeling of being close to
someone.  It didn't even matter who he was at that point I just had to have
that feeling again.  I started rubbing his back in our embrace and
whispered in his ear "Go down on me".

He immediately dropped to his knees and took my protruding cock in his
mouth.  I leaned back and enjoyed the moment.  I started caressing his hair
and looked down at him with a big smile.  This was great, not as great as
Johnny had been but it still was a wonderful feeling.  I had dreamed about
this moment happening to me forever.  The tension started to build up in my
whole body and I started shaking.  All of the sudden I grabbed his hair
tight and exploded in his mouth.  "AHHHH!" I really didn't care who heard
me.  He was getting my whole load.

He took it all in his mouth, then leaned to the side to spit it out on the
floor.  I didn't really expect that, Johnny must have swallowed it all.  I
rubbed the top of his head and began zipping up my pants.  I had to get out
of there.  Cumming made me enjoy the moment, but the fear of others finding
out my secret overcame me again.  The moment was over and I felt weird.  I
ran to the PATH and raced back to New Jersey.



Basketball wasn't anything special that night.  I jumped into one of my
friends mother's station wagon and was basically quiet the whole ride there
and back.  Everyone else was talking all over the place about everything,
mostly girls, which was the one subject I didn't want to talk about at all.
One of my friends leaned over and asked if I was ok.  "Just getting ready
for the game".  I was really thinking about no one finding out about my
secret.  I didn't want it to be obvious that I was thinking about being
with a man.  Listening to the conversation, no matter how PG it was with
someone's mother in the car, sent the fear creeping back through my body.
I had to make up my mind and make it up soon before it drove me crazy.

I still couldn't make up my mind spacing out during the game.  I was at a
complete loss as to even what I felt.  I was being torn in a million
different directions.  When we dropped the first of my friends off I got
out of the car too.  "I am just a few streets away.  I need to get some
fresh air.  Good game guys".  My walk home from his house was just two
streets, but it was right by the train station.  Two steps out of the car
it hit me.  I knew what I had to do.  I stopped at the pay phone and
reached into my wallet and pulled out a calling card my mother had given me
in case of emergencies.  Then I reached into my bag and pulled out the
piece of paper that had been bugging me for the past day.  I dialed the
number.  It was now or never.  Do it before you chicken out.  The phone
rang and I heard a familiar voice say "Hello?".

"Is this Johnny?  I met you yesterday and you gave me your phone number".



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