Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 20:41:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Jay Watson <fatalexception0@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nates Life 3

The following story is fiction. Any similarity to any real person is purely
coincidental. This story depicts consentual sex between teenage boys. If
this sort of thing offends you or it is illegal in your territory I advise
you to stop reading this story immediately.

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After I had given my first blow job, Eric didn't talk to me for a
while. He'd shine me on in the hallways, and avoided crossing paths with me
whenever possible. How I ached to be intimate with him again. He was
special to me. As unsated my urges were, I decided to give Eric his space
until he decided to come around.

Meanwhile, Danny and I had become close friends. As I said before, he and I
were both really into heavy metal, so we often had interesting
conversations about music.

One day Danny told me that Slayer was going to play a show in a city close
to us. "I don't think my mom would let me go to a Slayer concert," I told
Danny. "You could always just say you're spending the night at my place or
something. I'm sure your mom wouldn't mind that." So that was the plan. I'd
tell her I was spending the night at a friends house and on a Friday night
we took off to see Slayer in concert.

I was nervous. I had never been to a concert before, let alone in such a
brutal environment as this one. There were big, scary looking guys in biker
vests and jackets strutting around, with pocket knives holstered in their
pocket. There were fights in the parking lot, and the security guards could
barely handle the swarm of crazed animals who crowded to the door as soon
as they started admitting people to the show.

That night I saw a lot of interesting things. I got to go into a mosh pit
for the first time, and I saw a few people get rushed into ambulances. I
had a great time. The biggest event of the concert, however, took place in
the mens restroom.

Disoriented from the loud music and non stop moshing, I stumbled my way to
the bathroom. I walk in, and take a piss in a urinal. As I'm peeing a few
big buff guys in their mid twenties bash their way through the door,
pushing a much scrawnier guy around 17 years old into the wall.

"Did you fuckin' sock my girlfriend in the pit?" said one, with a deep
gritty voice. The man towered at around 6'6". He had a five o'clock shadow,
short dirty blonde hair, and dark green eyes. He was wearing tattered,
faded jeans with a chain dangling from them, and a black leather jacket. In
contrast, the boy was pale, had died green, spiked hair, and blue eyes. He
was really thin, and stood at about 5'7". There was no way he could take on
this guy, but apparently his ego was bigger than his better judgement.

"Yeah, I fuckin' socked that bitch, and I'd do it again, too!" he snapped
back. At this time, the man, and two other friends of his began to beat the
shit out of the smart alecky kid. It only took about 15 seconds for him to
fall to the floor, with bleeding scars all over his face, panting.

I tried to make a casual exit, but to no avail. "Hey, jungle bunny!" he
called out to me. I have no idea why I replied to his demeaning slur, but I
did. I turn around, and squeak out the word, "Yeah?" "Did you fuckin' see
what happened?"

"No, I was just takin' a piss. Later," I blurt out. I turn away and try to
run, but he puts his big, warm, calloused hand on my shoulder, and pulls me
toward him.

"I fuckin' hate when you types come to these concerts. Just who the fuck do
you think you are anyway?" At this point I'm petrified. I have no idea what
he's planning on doing to me, but his intentions can't be good at this
point.

"Tell you what, I'll do all your people a favor, and make an example out of
you. That way, no more of you fucking mud people will come around here
stinkin' up the place." My heart is racing like crazy, and my eyes are
dialated. I try to kick him and run off, but he tackles me down.

He begins to tear my shirt from my body, and he and his friends forcefully
rip off the rest of my clothes. "You ever been fucked up the ass before?"
he asks me. Tears are running down my face and I can barely breathe. I know
what's about to go down. He's going to take my virginity, which I had been
saving for Eric, and he isn't going to use protection.

My face is pushed down to the ground. I have no idea who does it, but
suddenly I feel a slicked up cock head push against my virgin hole. At this
point I know it's over. He forces himself into me, and begins pounding away
at my ass, dry. I'm screaming in terror but no one comes to my aid. My
nicely rounded, firm cheeks being grappled by this beast as he jammed his
huge fuck monster into my intestines. I have no idea how big his dick was,
but it hurt so much it felt like it must have been 10 inches. As his
thrusts become less erratic, and more rythmic, I begin to like it and hate
it at the same time. I was on my knees, my face pushed against the floor of
a mens restroom, and some big bulky stud was plowing my virgin
ass. Eventually my screaming and crying was replaced with moaning and
ecstasy. I loved having this mystery man inside me. I moan loudly and he
says, "Hahaha, stupid faggot likes it!" He begins to pump faster and the
feeling of his long, thick, manly penis pushing against my prostate is so
intense that I blow the biggest load I'd ever blown onto the floor. He soon
follows, and with a high pitched moan, which contrasted the low grunting,
and his deep menacing voice, he fills my virgin guts with his seed, and
collapses over me. The feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me is so
incredibly sweet, yet all too brief. He unmounts me, and engages in dialog
with his friends.

"Hahaha, know it's my turn to have a ride on 'em!" one bellows out. "No,"
says my antagonizing lover. "We should probably take off before someone
else comes here and finds the freak and the fag laid out on the ground."
And with that, they exit the restroom.

I get up, brush myself off, and look in the mirror. I have a bloody
nose. It doesn't bother me much. At that point I just felt really confused,
conflicted, and tired. As if the beating I had taken in the mosh pit wasn't
enough, I had just now taken another pummelling from a guy twice my age and
twice my size. Without finding Danny I decided to just take the BART train
home.

I lied in my bed that night, confused about what had just went down. I
obviously enjoyed it, but at the same time I was hurt and let down. I was
no longer a virgin. My cherry no longer belonged to Eric. That was
something he and I could never have, and the thought saddened me.

The weeks following that were uneventful. I wasn't really in the mood to go
to another concert, and Eric still wasn't talking to me. On an overcast day
I was hanging out at the school at around 5 o'clock, two hours after school
had ended. The campus was deserted, and with the dreary weather it
resembled more of a Quake III map than the vibe that I'm used to. As I
stroll around the empty campus I see Eric, kicking back with his headphones
on, air guitaring to Ronnie James Dio. His eyes are closed as he's
listening to his music, so I decide to approach him. I tap him on the
shoulder and his eyes buck open. He's startled by the fact that anyone else
is around. After a few seconds he calms down, and removes his headphones.

"What the fuck were you tryin' to do, give me a heart attack?" he
exclaims. "Well, hello to you too," I blurt out, cynically. "We haven't
talked for a while. What's up?" "Just been livin'," he says, casually. "So,
you really got the hots for me, do ya?" he asks out of nowhere. "Yeah," I
say. "For about a year now. I just can't get over how cute you are. Not to
mention the fact that you're one of the nicest people I've ever met. I
really don't want to lose you as a friend Eric, I hope you know that."

"Sure," he says. "As a matter of fact, I think this is an oppertunity for
us to become even closer friends." I nodded my head in agreement. He wraps
his arms around me, and wispers into my ear, "I really enjoyed what we had
a few weeks ago. You know, you're really special to me. I just didn't know
how to handle it until now. Maybe I still don't know, but what I do know
is, my heart is stuck to you and it won't let know."

I let out an amorous sigh. Was he finally loving me back? Was this all a
dream? No, it wasn't. The feel of his body next to mine, wrapped up in his
trademark flannel T-shirts. His warm, loving arms wrapped around me. It was
true, I was his, he was mine, and neither of us would let go.

I wrapped my arms around his body, and began to gently kiss his neck. We
fondled eachother for a while longer, until he slowly pulls away, aims
those beautiful eyes of his right at me, and says, "Well, I've gotta get
goin' for guitar lessons. I'll call you later, bud." A pat on the shoulder,
a kiss on the cheek, and he's off. Once again I was in a state of euphoria,
but for how long? I had him again, and he had expressed his true feelings
to me for the first time. This time there was no turning back. How could
there be?

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End of part 3. Email me at fatalexception0@yahoo.com