Date: Fri, 7 May 2004 09:13:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Christopher Reid Subject: Coming out and letting loose: Chapter Two Coming out and Letting loose: Chapter Two Goodbye to Innocence This is my first attempt to write an erotic story. I would heartily welcome any comments remarks and criticism to this story that will help me in my future writings. This story contains adult material and is suitable for people of legal age. This story also contains sex between two males and anyone who is offended my sex between same genders may advised not to read this story. This story is completely fictional, and any depiction of real life characters is totally incidental. Copyright 2000 christophervincentreid All Rights reserved This story cannot be reproduced, edited, changed, or redistributed without the author's permission. Monday, June 8th, 2004 8:15 a.m. Walking down Mayflower Street here in Belmopan, going to use the school's computer lab, the sun was shining brightly, the smell of summer approaching was in the air and the streets were bustling with pedestrians and vehicles. Another typical day in Belize, I thought, and I knew that, despite how picturesque the environment appeared, it was going to be a lousy day. After I had made my resolution that I was gay, I finished up breakfast and I had decided that I would go to the school's computer lab to look at porn (gay porn of course). After all, there was nothing to do at home, so why the heck not? I hadn't even bothered to shower, and I had just slipped on a brown t-shirt and locked up. At the end of the street, I was waiting for traffic to die down when I felt a shard jab at my side. Startled, I whirled around only to find Larry, the computer lab monitor at my school. He was about 5 feet 7 inches, a bit shorter than I am even though he's older; he's brown skinned, but lighter than I am, with a clean-shaven head and a little stubble on his face. When I saw him, I immediately thought, "I knew today was gonna be a bad one." "Hey Chris. What's up?" "Nothing," I said grudgingly, hoping that he would take it as a sign that I didn't want to be messed with today. "You didn't bother to comb your hair today, I see. What, you're going dreads?" "Yes, Larry." Another jab to my side. "Why are you always so miserable, huh?" I didn't bother to answer him. The traffic died down, and I quickly made my way across the street, hoping that he wouldn't choose to follow. You see, Larry has always been a pain in my side, picking on me and whatnot. To my disdain, he had chosen to use my usual route to school. "Where are you going?" he said as he caught with me, and together we made our way down Cayo Street. "School," I mumbled, pulling a book out of my bag and pretending to read it. "Just going to get some Internet time in the computer lab." I had sneaked a look at him just then, and at the sound of that he had started beaming, but he said nothing. I didn't trust him. Last time he beamed at me like that, I had ended up in English class without shoes or socks on. We walked along in silence, finally making it to the campus. I only live about 5 minutes from school, but it seemed like so much more when he was there with me. When we came in front of the computer lab, I instead went to the bathroom, as I didn't want him to choose to use a computer next to me. Our school bathrooms are really small, having only two piss stalls and one toilet. I went into the toilet and just sat down on it, just killing time until I was sure that he had chosen a computer. I heard the bathroom door creak, and someone went into one of the pissing stalls. I held my breath as the person did his business, expecting him to leave after. Bang! Larry had slammed opened the toilet stall I was on, and my heart was left racing. "What are you doing in here?" "Wha - wha- I should be asking you that question! Get out!" I attempted to close back the door, but Larry had always been stronger than me, and instead entered the stall and closed it behind him. "Larry, what are you doing?" I asked him, trying to act brave as I started nervously trembling all over. "Shh!" he said, unbuckling his belt buckle. Whispering softly, he said, "Listen, keep quiet, or people are going to hear, ok?" "Larry, let me out." I said, now feeling terrified. I tried to push my way past him, but he simply shoved my with his right hand and I feel right back down. Larry finally finished unbuckling his belt and dropped his pants and his boxers in one smooth motion. I was surprised at what I was seeing. Larry's dick, which was roughly around the same 6-inch length as mine, was standing at attention, and pointing right at my face. I was aghast. I had thought up to this point that he was planning to pull some sort of embarrassing prank on me. "You know you want this," he said, squatting down and reaching for my pants. Before I could react or resist, he had my pants down to my ankles, revealing my boxers. I, unlike him, was not sporting a hard on, and I got up in a flash, frantic to get out. "Larry, get out of my way!" I said frantically, violently pushing him against the door. I hurriedly tried to pull up my pants. He recovered quickly however, and grabbed me from behind, putting on hand over my mouth, and using the other to restrict my hands, pinning them down at the sides. I fought against it, lashing out in any direction I could, squirming and kicking and pushing my arms. "Shh! Chris, Chris, stop! Stop man, someone's gonna hear us! Stop it NOW!" his final word seemed to reverberate in the bathroom, and that got me to shut up. "Look, let's cut with the shit. You know I'm the lab monitor. I've checked your net history files, and I found gay porn at almost all the URLs you visited. You know you want this, and you've seen that I want it too. Just keep quiet, and it will be good for both of us." At that, he let his hand off my mouth and used it to pull down my boxers. My flaccid dick just hung there, and he wasted no time to spin me around and started to suck it off. I was about to protest, but it was starting to feel good, and though I still tried to push his head away, it was only half- heartedly. He continued to suck my soft dick, which was now quickly hardening to his almost expert tongue, which was flicking across the top of my cock every time he thrusted forward. I could feel the wet heat of his mouth on my meat and his warm breath on my stomach, and felt my resolve melt away. "See, I knew you wanted this," he said, stopping now that my penis was fully erect and was softly kissing my stomach, making me want him even more than I already did. He keep working his way up, kissing my washboard abs, my nipples, my neck. Just getting used to it, I was surprised when he turned me around, positioning me in front of him. He leaned himself against the wall and jabbed his throbbing cock up into my ass. The initial pain I felt forced me to restrain a gasp, but it quickly turned to pleasure, having already put foreign objects up my butthole to pleasure myself. He slowly started to work himself up and down, and I could feel my ass muscles pulling his dick back in as he tried to get out. He then grabbed my dick, and started to pump it at the same speed he was pumping into me. I could hear him start moaning stuff in my ear as he continued to go back and forth, back and forth. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it Chris? I know you want it, I know you want it, mmm, yeah, mmm, take it, take it, take it. I've, mm, always wanted to do this to you, mmmm, ever since I found out, mmm, that you were gay. Oh, man, that's good, yes, yes, mmm..." He continued to buck into my hole, gradually speeding up, pumping my dick, and moaning in my ear. Already I could feel myself holding back the cum that was ready to erupt, but I wanted to last longer. He bucked faster and faster, and soon I was bucking back, letting go completely and deciding that if he was gonna use me, I better make the best of it. We went faster and faster, I only letting out short gasps, him nibbling on my ear, continuing to moan stuff in my ear. I could feel my dick pulsing in his hand, getting ready to blow, and it finally did, spurting a small amount of creamy cum no his hand. A few seconds later he came too, and I could feel hot sperm crawling up my ass. He stopped moving, and so did I, and we just stood there for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other's body next, with him still inside me. Then, silently, as if preordained, we both separated from each other, and started to pull back on our pants, not looking at each other. We came out of the bathroom stall and went to the faucets, where we washed our hands off, again not saying a word. I sneaked a look at him just as the same time he was looking at me, and I quickly looked away, but I could feel his eyes still piercing into me. He then left the bathroom, but as he walked away I could hear a soft laughter, growing louder and louder the farther away, until he just let it loose and his raucous laughter could be heard all over the campus. I looked into the bathroom mirror, and a realization came into my head. I had just done it with Larry. I had lost my virginity to Larry Vanegas, the guy who pestered me everyday on campus, the guy who I knew well enough to avoid whenever I saw him. What had I done? Why did I go along with it? What kind of MORON was I? I slammed my hands down on the faucet, listening to Larry's laughter die away, coming to the conclusion that nothing was ever going to be the same, and that I had just made a giant mistake.