Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 16:05:40 EST
From: JaysonBinMS@aol.com
Subject: Jayson and Matt

Just the usual stuff: This short story contains descriptions of homosexual
acts.  If this stuff bothers you why the hell are you reading it???  If
you're underage you're not supposed to read it either.  Sorry I didn't make
the law.  Peace and love to everyone.  Write me at JaysonBinMS@aol.com and
let me know what you think of my story.

This is my first attempt at writing about my adventures so please cut me
some slack.  I guess I'll start with myself.  My name is Jayson.  I'm 17
years old, a senior at the local high school, and have medium length blond
hair and cool blue eyes.  I'm pretty average looking .  I'm not a muscle
god, but I'm not a skinny dork either.  I started looking at other guys
about the seventh grade and admitted to myself that I was gay in the ninth
grade after a failed suicide attempt.  Enough of that though.  This is my
story about Matt.  Matt is a year younger than I am.  We met at the small
grocery store where I work as a cashier.  He got a job there as a stock
clerk.  What immediately attracted me to Matt was the fact that he is only
like five feet tall with shoulder length hair and the brightest blue eyes I
have ever seen.  We hit it off immediately because Matt was a car freak,
and he loved my little red Miata.  I swear this guy could name just about
every engine spec, option, and stat on every car made.  I loved this about
Matt even though deep down I knew that his obsession with cars didn't
exactly give him any points on my gaydar.

As time passed we started hanging out more and more.  I admitted to myself
that I had a serious crush on Matt.  One night I invited him over to my
house since the parents were gone out somewhere.  Matt was known at school
to be quite a party freak so of course I showed him to my parent's
considerable liquor supply.  His eyes lit up as we began the first of many
rounds.  I didn't drink as much as he did because I really don't like the
taste of the stuff that much.  I just drank because he did.  As the liquor
continued to freely flow, things started getting silly.  We ended up
sitting on the living room floor in front of the television.  Matt was
playing with this weird lantern type lamp that my mom had bought somewhere.
She's really into antiques.  By this time Matt was obviously pretty buzzed,
and I wasn't exactly complaining.  As we sat on the floor of course the
topic turned to sex.  Matt was well known around the school with the girls.
All the girls thought he was "cute" because he was so short.  He played the
cute boy role to perfection.  He started on the usual bragging that goes on
between hormone crazed guys my age.  Not one to be outdone, I added my own
tales (entirely fiction of course), and the outline of his erection soon
caught my eye.

I tried not to stare at his jeans, but I couldn't help it.  I could tell he
was kind of embarassed by it.  We changed the subject, but it didn't help.
My hormones mixed with the liquor and told me that this guy needed
something I could give him.  There was a problem.  He wasn't gay.  He was
popular at school.  I couldn't tell him I was and risk ruining our
friendship.  My brain thought of all of these reasons, but my hormones
betrayed my thoughts.  As the talk of sex continued, I began to tease him
and jokingly accuse him of being all talk.  When he made a remark about his
penis size, I jumped at the chance to push some of his buttons.  I thought
I would test the waters so to speak.  Hell, we were both buzzed with
alcohol.  I could blame it on that if it didn't work out my way.  I teased
him telling him that he was all talk and joked about him being short.  He
told me that he may not be tall, but he made up for it in "other ways."  I
continued to tease him.  He took the bait.  He stood up in front of me,
unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down past his knees.  I couldn't
speak.  There was my friend Matt.  The cute guy that all the girls at
school loved was standing in front of me with his erection pointing at me.
There was no way I could not stare at it.  It was only about six inches
long, perfectly cut, and skinny.  But it was the creamiest pure white
without a mark.  His balls hung low and were about the same size as mine.
Then I noticed something I would have not suspected in my horniest dreams:
he had no pubic hair at all.  It was completely shaved.

He stood in front of me with his privates in full view.  He yanked it a
couple of times, and as a drop of clear liquid appeared at the pink tip, he
exclaimed how horny he was.  As if I needed him to tell me.  It was all
there right in front of me.  I had long since stopped worrying about
staring.  I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful tool.  I was so jealous
of all those girls.  He reached down to pull his pants back up when he
noticed the look on my face.  The expression on his face told me that he
had figured me out.  I didn't want him to put it away.

He smiled and moved towards me.  He reached down and took my trembling hand
and placed it on his penis.  He let out a sigh followed by the whispered
words "Don't tell anybody."  I'll never forget the hot feeling of his erect
penis in my hand.  I immediately started jerking it.  I was so excited I
thought I would pass out.  I was definitely breathing faster than normal.
He didn't help me out any when he put his hand on the back of my head and
pushed his cock between my lips.  I have never sucked a guy before so I
didn't know what to do.  He pumped my mouth faster and tried to get more in
my mouth with each stroke.  My eyes were watering as he played with my gag
reflex.  My eyes begin to water.  I used my hands to play with his hairless
balls and the base of his penis.  It took about ten minutes before he was
able to get most of his penis inside my mouth.  Before I knew what was
happening it got really really stiff.  The first thing I noticed about his
orgasm was the short cry he let out.  Then I tasted him.  It was magical.

He kept it in my mouth for a few seconds when he was finished.  My jaws
ached.  When he pulled his beautiful organ from my mouth, it had shriveled
up.  He was definitely a grower.  I kissed it a couple of times before he
pulled his pants back up.  I didn't want to let go of it ever.  He
confessed that he was embarassed after he came because it got smaller.  I
told him I didn't care.  I liked it regardless.  We sat on the floor in an
awkward silence.  We were both thinking of the significance of what just
happened.  I worried I had crossed a line I shouldn't have.  I jumped up
and sat on the couch.

When he saw the growing wet spot over my erection, he climbed on the couch
beside me.  I realized that he hadn't touched me at all; I thought he
didn't want me.  I guess he saw the look in my eyes because he moved close
to me and even put his arm around me.  I began to cry.  Damn I was so
pissed at myself because I started to cry.  I couldn't help it.  I was sure
he was about to run off and report to the entire town that I had just blown
him.  Would he kick my ass?  Or never speak to me again?  Then he shocked
me.  Instead of hitting me he put his arm around me and told me it was
okay.  He said he knew I was gay and hot for him because he had caught me
staring at him many times.  He told me that he was really confused.  He
liked girls.  He was sorry that he couldn't help me out pointing to my
shorts.

My spirits sank as I began to feel like the scum of the earth.  I had
violated one of my best friends.  I wanted to cry again, but not in front
of him.  He got up and starting cleaning up the evidence of our drinking.
He carefully arranged the bottles as they were.  I thought he was leaving.
Instead he walked over to me and gently kissed me on the cheek.  The last
thing I remember was him asking me if he could crash at my house for the
night...

 To be continued?