Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 16:36:46 EDT
From: boysRus@guyofyourdreams.com
Subject: Crush 2

Although many of the characters in this story are based on real people,
every single on of their names has been changed (Yes, there actually is
a boy similar to "Michael Kalloway."). However, the plot of this story
is absolutely fictional and has not happened...yet (I wish).

Anyway, if any of you have comments about this story PLEASE e-mail me
at boysRus@guyofyourdreams.com. I will read all of your mails and try to
respond to them.


"Crush" Part 2
By boysRus@guyofyourdreams.com

I

Saturday arrived and the alarm woke me up at 9:00 AM. Immediately I
realized that this was to be the day I had dreamed about for so long
and my heart jumped for joy. Michael was to meet me by the train
station close to my house at 10:30 AM. Sure it was early, but he had
asked if I could be up early and I told him that I surely could. I
wanted to make his visit completely comfortable and, besides, the
sooner he gets here, the longer he can stay.

After praying (boy did I thank God then) I went to the bathroom and
showered and brushed my teeth. I made sure to wash my hair with Herbal
Essences because the smell was great and the fact my hair would smell
good would be a small plus for me...especially if Michael turned out to
be gay. How I was to find out about him being gay I did not know. What
I did know was that this would be the day I would solidify my
friendship with him. To think: this Greek god of beauty had actually
decided to grace me with his presence and come over. I had told my
sister (who knew I was gay and had been very nice to be about it) about
this and she almost fainted. She, too, had seen the picture of Michael
in my yearbook as I identified him as my crush. She was going to make
sure and try to land a good impression but, being the kind-hearted soul
that she was, she decided to let me see if he was gay and have the
first few moves since she knew how badly I wanted a boyfriend and how
much I liked Michael Kalloway.

My room, needless to say, was spotless. I had cleaned it the day before
in anticipation for the arrival of the most beautiful boy in the world.
Everything was in order and it was dusted.

I went downstairs and ate breakfast, which consisted of beacon and
eggs. Then, checking the clock and seeing it was 10:00, I decided to
get dressed and make my way to the subway station. Being that it was
near the end of September, my favorite climate had set in. I put on my
loose jeans and a very loose t-shirt. I loved how I looked that time
and I was hoping Michael would too. Then after I was finished dressing
up, I went to the subway station. I got there at 10:15 to fin Michael
already waiting there.

"Hey, you look a little lost." I greeted him.

"Finally, how long was I supposed to wait. I have no clue where to go."
He said with a smile.

"Well, to get around Greenpoint it helps to go with a guy who knows the
place or, better yet, speaks Polish." That caused Michael to laugh a
little and I thought to myself "Yes...I am starting off good."

I saw the art of getting a guy as one might see a boxing match or a
football game. Boxing wise, I had already landed a little jab. Let me
explain my football model. The way I saw it, in order to get the guy I
had to score a touchdown. I started on the 50 yard line and, the way I
saw it, that little joke about knowing Polish was like a successful 4
yard run up the middle. The possibility of Michael being straight plus
his fear of being outed if he was gay was the defense and I was the
offense. (Okay...yes, maybe I did watch too much football.)

As I walked Michael to my house, which was very close by, I noticed
that he hadn't picked the shabbiest clothes to wear. He had on a nice
pair of loose jeans and also had a long sleeved gray t-shirt on. His
hair, of course, was beautifully combed as always.

Upon getting home I introduced him to my parents as a friend from
school. I had already told them a friend from school was coming over.
Thankfully Michael was polite enough not to get a bad image from my
parents. I then led Michael upstairs where my room was located. I
showed him my room and told him I had to use the bathroom and would be
a short while.

I went to the bathroom and relieved myself and then opened the door to
have my sister stand outside of the door giving me the look of holy-
shit-I-didn't-think-he-was-this-cute-you-are-too-damn-lucky. I just
grinned back and entered my room.

"Did you bring your Magic cards?" I inquired.

"Yep. I almost forgot them but at the last second I remembered them.
Here they are." Then he but them on the floor where we were sitting.

I took note that Michael had almost forgotten his cards which could
have meant two things, both good to me. Since he had almost forgotten
them, even though they were my "straight reason" for having him over,
it could mean that he actually liked the fact that he was coming over
(duh) and/or he was a little excited about me himself and forgot (or
maybe my overreacting mind was just possessed by Michael's face and
just couldn't think straight.)

"Wow, your cards kick my card's ass." I said.

"Yeah well I've been playing for a while." He said.

"Cool. I read over the little instruction thing and have a basic idea
but it seems like a cool game and I'd, like to learn first hand." (Yeah
right, although it did seem like a cool game, the main reason I bought
this deck the summer before was to add my chance of getting to know
Michael.)

"Is it hard to play?" I asked.

"Well, it depends. If you use advanced cards it gets more complicated
but if you use the basic deck it shouldn't be too hard." He said.

As he spoke that, he took his right hand and brushed his hair to the
right a little. He couldn't be flirting with me, could he?

Basically, for the next forty minutes or so we played the game and I
got to know how to play it and learned the basics. Throughout the game
he was either fixing his hair or trying to glance looks over at me. IT
was either that or I was seeing things. I must have been
dreaming...here was Michael Kalloway in my own room playing Magic with
me and actually enjoying it! If I could see this half a year ago I
would shit in my pants!

After we finished the first match Michael asked if I was hungry.
Although I ate about two hours ago I lied and said that I could use a
little lunch. He asked me if there were any places to eat around here
and I told him about the McDonalds and Burger King and pizzerias. Then
I also mentioned the Polish restaurants and the Chinese stores. I told
him we could go wherever he wanted to and asked him how much money he
had brought with him. He said he had brought twenty so I told him that
he had enough to eat at any place around here.

"Is the Chinese food any good?" He asked.

"Yeah, Shanghai Lee is the best Chinese food I ever ate."

"Cool, then I guess we can check it out."

Oh my gosh, he said "we," he put himself in a group with me!! Yes, my
brain was dancing at that point.

We left the house and headed off into the direction of Shanghai Lee. On
the way there we talked about how school was going so far. We both
concluded that we were doing okay (Michael was a first honors student
as was I.) Then I pulled off a few jokes about the math teacher with
the toupee` which caused him to laugh. I loved his laugh because it
sounded so cute your heart could melt just from hearing it.

We made our way into the Chinese food store and sat in and gave them
our orders. I ordered two small orders instead of my normal heaping. I
wasn't hungry plus I didn't want to give Mike the impression that I was
a human vacuum cleaner of food. Then we basically continued talking
(for some reason Michael got really talkative which was great.)

"So what do you do around here?" He asked.

"Well, I play football and hang out with some guys. Assholes mostly." I
said.

"How come? Don't you have any friends?"

"Sure I do. I just don't have people who could be there for me just in
case I had a problem and needed someone to talk to."

"Oh, I don't have anyone that close either. They love me in school
though...always asking me about homework and wanting to play Magic."

"I didn't hit it off to well in school."

"What happened?" He sounded genuinely concerned!

Then followed my sad story about how I wanted to be the starting high
school quarterback but instead wallowed on the bench as a lineman.

"You know...I really wanted that quarterback job. I actually lost about
20 pounds or so over the summer to get it." I said.

"Well you look fine now so you don't have to worry about losing
weight." He said. This made me wonder.

"You don't look to shabby yourself," I decided to return the compliment
"how is it that your hair is in perfect place without looking as if
it's been gelled." I asked.

He smiled as I noticed his hair and then explained to me how he uses
the right amount of gel and water but also said that he has the right
type of hair to comb.

"Lucky you, I can't get my hair to stay the way I want it. It seems to
have a mind of its own." I said.

Then the waiters brought us our food. We ate and talked and he
basically told me how good he thought the food was and we talked about
what kinds of stuff he had in his neighborhood (he lived in Manhattan.)

After we were done with the food we paid the waiter and left a tip.
Then we exited the restaurant. We got to my house and lo and behold who
is there on my stoops waiting for me but my clan of jock-friends.

"Oh great, they're gonna wanna play football and I don't know what to
tell them."

"I'll play if you want." He said.

"Really? Are you sure? You might get dirty and I don't know what your
mom will say..."

"Oh don't worry about it, they won't catch me." He said and laughed a
little.

"Do you wanna change into some of my crappy clothes? I have some stuff
that will actually fit you pretty well." I said.

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Sure."

"Okay, sounds like a good idea."

As we met the jocks I introduced Michael as a friend from school and
told them that he would play with us today.

"Is he any good?" One of them asked.

"I don't know but it doesn't take much to be better than you." I
replied.

"Yeah, sure."

"Remember I'm the quarterback, you'd better be good to me or you won't
see any balls."

"If you talk trash I won't run my routes and then who will you throw
too?"

"I can throw to Michael."

"Yeah right we'll see."

Then I told them we gotta go in and change.

"He's gonna change? You guys are gay." The same guy said.

"Shut up Rob."

Then I entered my house with Michael and went upstairs.

"Some friends huh?" I said.

"Yeah."

"Especially that kid I argued with...always calls everybody gay. I
don't have anything against gay people but I don't see why he has to
always call everybody that even though some of his stuff doesn't even
make sense."

"I don't see anything wrong with them either and I get sick of people
making fun of them. Its either that or saying `your mother.' Guys have
got to think of better ways of arguing." He explained.

I felt great about the fact that he didn't have anything against gays.
Now I figured that all I had to do was become very close to him and
then maybe I could spill the secret.

I went into my closet and started looking for clothes that Michael
could wear. I had a Giants sweatshirt that was too small for me and
would fit him. Plus it was old and I had used it for football before.
Then I gave one of my pairs of sweatpants.

"Here's the good pair so you don't get hurt. You're only a cross-
country runner." I said and smiled. I gave him the thicker sweatpants.

"Yeah we'll see what's up when I burn all of your loser friends." He
said back.

"Actually knowing them they probably have a game set up versus another
team so we will have to coexist."

"Oh okay."

"So you wanna go into the bathroom and change or change here? Either
way is fine with me." This was a test I laid down for him.

"I don't care I can change here." He said and with that he took off the
shirt that had on.

I stood there staring at his beautiful smooth chest without trying to
completely give away what I was doing. I took off my own sweatshirt and
put on one of my crappier shirts that I used for playing football.
Instead of putting his shirt on he took his pants off. There he stood
in front of me with nothing on but socks and boxer-briefs; and the
socks were ankle socks too. Looking at how hot his feet and thighs
looked I was beginning to enjoy the view. Unfortunately, so was little
Patric!! I began to get a slight hardon. I controlled it somewhat so it
didn't get fully hard but you could see a little bulge. There I was
with a semi-hardon in my jeans and yet I had to take these jeans off to
out my sweats on.

I slipped off my jeans at the same time he put on the sweatshirt I gave
him. I told him it was clean so he didn't have to worry about anything.
As I reached for my sweatpants Michael noticed my semi-hardon and said:

"I guess you like what you see." And he smiled.

"Maybe." I said.

I was happy because his dick looked like it was a little hard too. I
slipped my sweats on but then my dick really began to harden and I
couldn't do anything about it except attempt to put it up against the
waist band so it would show that much.

Michael was still standing in front of me with hid dick getting a
little harder at my attempts to conceal mine.

"I guess you like what you see too." I said.

"Maybe." He answered back.

Then he put his sweatpants on and his dick also got a little harder
once there. I smiled at him and told him that we had better go before
they get pissed off that we are taking so long. He agreed and smiled
back. I was in heaven. I was pretty sure now that Michael was gay, or
at least bi. And now I was going to go out and play my heart out.

II

Well, to say the least, the game rocked. We played a team that we would usually
lose to but we turned out beating them 10-8 in an exciting come-from-behind win.
I threw most of my touchdown passes as freebies to Michael who actually
impressed me with his playing. It was as if he was being powered by some kind of
force. Quite honestly, just to watch with what enthusiasm Michael played the
game was wonderful.

After the game I said bye to my friends and walked with Michael to my house. We
had gotten quite dirty, especially Michael, and he decided he would need to take
a shower before going home. We got home and he said I should shower first
because it's my house so I said okay since I sensed something was on his mind.
After I was done I stepped out to see Michael standing in my room already
stripped down to his boxer-briefs. To see him stand there like that with his
beautiful body and gorgeous face immediately activated my dick and it began to
show signs that it was enjoying this view as much as me. Michael blushed as he
noticed but went into the shower with his, or should I say, my dirty clothes.

After about fifteen minutes he emerged out of the shower a new person. Though he
didn't have anything on except his boxers.

"I forgot about my clothes." He said smiling.

"They're over here if you wanna put them on." I said.

"If I want to, that is."

Then he came to me and sat down by my bed. The whole situation was causing my
dick to swell a little and I already noticed he had a semi-hard dick himself. I
then took my hand and placed it on his dick through his undies. I began rubbing
his dick and balls and saw his cock grow before my eyes until there was a tent
in front of me. As I was rubbing him he also began to rub my dick through my
boxers. He didn't need to make me get a boner, though, as I was already
completely hard from rubbing him. His gentle fingers moved around my crothch and
played with my dick and balls through my boxers.

I then decided to take the next step. I put my hand on his silky thighs and
leaned over to kiss him. He answered to the gesture as he brought his lips to
mine and let his tongue into my mouth. Similarly, I let my tongue into his mouth
and then he put his arms around me. I sat there kissing him with my right hand
sliding up his smooth thighs.

Then I lay Michael down on my bed and continued kissing him. I rolled my tongue
around his tongue and ran my hand up his face and gently caressed it. He kissed
back gently and put his hand on the back of my head. Then I went and started to
lick his earlobe and proceeded down his neck. I kissed his chest and let my
tongue roll down his beautiful body to his stomach. I licked his tummy slowly
and lovingly while he lay back moaning a little. Then I got up and saw his feet.
They looked so small and childlike I had to kiss them. I kissed his feet and
licked up and down his soles a little bit. He giggled a little as it tickled
him. Then I kissed up to his ankles and then his knees, pausing to kiss behind
his knees. Then I worked my way his flawless thighs, kissing and licking all the
way.

He spread his legs wide open and I went up and kissed his upper thighs and
caressed them with my hands. They felt so smooth it was incredible. Then I
helped him out of his boxer-briefs and exposed his jewels. I got on my knees in
front of my bed as he spread his legs and sat up (thankfully most of my family
was not home at this time because they would have surely seen a scene upstairs).
I began to kiss his beautiful dick. It appeared to be 5 inches of pure
perfection. I kissed the head and ran my tongue up and down the underside of his
dick. He was running his hands through my hair and moaning so loudly that I was
afraid he would wake Dad who was sleeping downstairs. I then licked his
delicious balls. I took them into my mouth one by one and sucked them. His smell
was absolutely intoxicating...he had the smell of boy on his and also the fresh
smell of just washing. I ran my hot tongue up his shaft to the head and put
mouth on the head. I rolled my tongue around it slowly.

"Oh my God." He moaned out as I rolled my tongue around his hot dickhead.

I began moving my mouth back and forth on the top half of his dick, moving up
and down, up and down, slowly. I went lower every time until I had most of his 5
inches in my mouth. Never a fan of deep-throating, I always preferred to suck a
guy slowly and give him a lot of tongue treatment. I bobbed my head up and down
his cock faster and faster and he lay back moaning louder. Then his dick began
to swell more and he blasted his load into my mouth. I swallowed most of it with
a little running out of my mouth.

The fun wasn't over yet. I lifted his legs into the air and told him to keep
them there. Then I began to slowly kiss and lick his butt. My tongue ran up and
down the crack of his ass and this was sending Michael into ecstasy. Then I
stuck my tongue in as deep as I could into his asshole and began to move it in
and out. Finally I stuck it in as deep as I could and put my mouth on his hole
and kinda sucked. This sent Michael over the edge and if he hadn't blown his
load before he would have shot it so it would have broke the window now!

Then I removed my mouth from his anus and stood up and asked him if it was okay
if I fucked him. He said okay. Then I reassured him that I would be really
gentle and I would stop if it hurt.

I took my 6 inch tool and put it at the entrance of his lovehole. Although it
was an only average size of 6 inches, my dick was mor eon the thicker side and I
wondered how I was going to put it in Michael's virgin asshole.

I slowly pushed my cock at his asshole until I got the head through. This seemed
to hurt Michael so I stopped for a little. I saw him lying there in pain at the
first penetration and the thought of hurting him would break my heart. When his
muscles loosened more I slowly pushed my cock about halfway in, going
exceedingly slow. Then I gained up a little speed and pushed until I was all the
way inside. I gave Michael about a minute to get adjusted and then I began to
fuck him. My dick slid out till it was about three quarters out and then I
pushed it back into his asshole. He looked absolutely to die for on his back
like that with his cute feet in the air and his gorgeous face showing signs of
both pain and pleasure. After a couple of minutes the pain had almost completely
left his face and now he was beginning to love it.

"Fuck me Pat, please fuck me." He said as I began to gain speed and pound my
meat home. I rammed it in harder and my balls were slapping his ass but he began
to wince a little so I slowed down a little bit. It was both of our first time
so I didn't want to hurt him.

At this point Michael was moaning constantly and I was both fucking him and
hoping like crazy that my dad didn't wake up or that my mother would come back
with my sister from fetching my brother from his friend's house.

I pushed in and out of Michael's cute, young asshole faster and harder now as my
climax approached. He humped back with vigor and I was nearing the edge.

"Please let me have your cum." He said.

Hearing him say that in that voice of his completely tossed me over the edge and
I spilled my load deep in his asshole. After that I pulled out of him and gave
him ad kiss on his lips. He put his tender arms around me and didn't want to let
go and neither did I as we kissed. Then I heard the front door open. We had to
rush to both get dressed and we were mostly done as my sister ran upstairs to
see us rushing. She gave me the smile that she knew she had caught me in the
act.

"Where were you?" I asked her.

"Getting Mike," She said. (Mike was my brother's name.) "Where were you?"

"Getting Mike." I just had to say that.

Then Michael and I burst out in laughter. He then noticed that he should be
going back home for dinner. I walked him to the train station.

"You know, I'm really happy I came over." He said before stepping down into the
train station.

"I'm real glad too." I said.

Touchdown

<END OF PART 2>
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