Date: Fri, 06 Jun 2003 01:16:27 +0000 From: Witty Writer Subject: No I Do Not Like Girls: Part II Here we go again... for those of you too lazy to read the first chapter, you're missing out and I'm not gonna fill you in, so your loss... go back and read ********************************* The alarm blared. I looked at the clock and it read 6am... wake up call. I felt like I had a hangover. My head throbbed, my body ached, and I felt sick to my stomach. Note to self: Self, don't stay up until all hours tonight if you wanna stay alive the rest of the weekend. I rolled over and saw Chris lying on the other end of the bed, turned away from me. 'That's strange' I thought. Then I realized why I was so tired. REM... dream cycle... shit... I was dreaming the whole thing? No, that couldn't be... It felt so real... I swear I felt it! He rolled towards me groggily. "Is it 6 already?" He asked. "Yea, it is," I answered. "Shiiiiiiit," He moaned. "You want the shower first or me?" "I don't care, whatever you want," I replied. "Cool," He chirped, "I'll go first." He got up, stretched, and walked to the bathroom. All I could do was watch his ass (surprising? huh?) as he walked over to the door. What surprised me was when he reached the door and he turned around and smiled at me, noticing me watching him, winked, and walked inside the bathroom. Now I was confused. Did last night happen, or was it a dream? How am I supposed to tell? I could see it now... 'Chris, did you jerk me off last night while you humped my ass?' Like that would work... Especially if it didn't happen... That would be bad. So what was I supposed to do? **** "Alright, that's enough..." Our band director, Mr. K, yelled from up atop the stadium's observation deck. "You can have your free time now..." "Finally," I sighed. Three hours of band practice is not fun. *ouch* It's more painful than you might think. It's no wonder it's considered a varsity sport. I was surprised to look up and see Chris walking over to me. "Hey, wanna go hang out with me? Unless you've got other plans, in which case it's fine... I just thought I'd extend the offer, so in case you didn't have anyone to do anything with, I'd let you know I was free-" He rambled. "No," I interrupted, as his face froze with fear. "I don't have anything to do... I'd love to hang out." I could see him relax. I prolly scared the kid. "Cool," He smiled. "What do you wanna do?" "I dunno," I replied. "We have four hours before we gotta be back here again. There's the pool in the hotel, the hot tub, the weight room, we could get something to eat, or we could chill in the room and see what's on TV." "I'd rather go up to the room." He noted. "I don't wanna be around everyone that I'm gonna see the rest of the weekend. I'll get bored of them, if that's ok with you..." "Yea, that's fine." I replied, noticing his eagerness to go to the room. This kid is good at giving mixed signals. "Cool," He smiled again. So we went up to the room. He was ahead of me (once again, that lovely view of mine from behind... I mean... no I wasn't looking at his... well- erm- ass... again). He unlocked the door to the room and we entered. I closed the door behind me, and turned around to be greeted with Chris, inches away from me, as he put his hands on each side of my face and kissed me as passionately as I've ever been kissed before (and probably more so). I didn't know how to respond to this, so I pulled back at first. "Oh shit," He trembled, misreading my reaction. "You're not gay, are you?" He ran into the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it behind him. It all happened in such a blur I didn't know what to do. I walked to the bathroom door and knocked gently. "...Chris?" No reply. I knocked again, more forcefully. "Chris? Open up..." "I don't want to," He sobbed. I could hear him crying inside. "I've made a fool of myself. Just go away, please..." "Chris, open the door," I pleaded. "Just go away," he cried out, "Please!" I waited for a moment, listening to his sobs through the closed door. "Chris... please open the door..." I heard him calm down slightly. Suddenly the door opened just a crack and I could see his red swollen eyes through the opening. I pushed the rest of the door open, took a deep breath, and pulled him towards me, and kissed him just as he had kissed me. When the kiss finally ended (what seemed like hours later) I just looked in his eyes, still red from crying. No words were spoken. He took my hand and walked me over to the bed and sat down, kissing me again. His lips were so soft and pure, unlike any lips I've ever had the pleasure of touching before in my life. His hands wandered, making it clear he either planned his attack, or he's had experience before. Either way, it was wonderful. I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. I broke our kiss and said "this is a surprise..." "No it's not..." He said. "I planned this for the past month. I've had a crush on you since I first saw you." I blushed (as I easily do). "No you didn't..." I said shyly. "Yes," He said, giving me another kiss. "I did." He leaned me back on the bed and stradled me, leaning forward and kissing me. His tongue parted my lips and gently roamed the inside of my mouth before backing away and allowing mine to do the same. I pushed my hips up gently and felt that he was hard as a rock, to which he happily laid flat against me, grinding our mid-regions together. He started to pant (much like a dog, which was rather cute I must say) as we continued to grind and make out on the bed. Then as quickly as it started, it stopped. He got up suddenly, and I thought I had done something wrong. He took off his shirt (holy shit this kid was buff for just turning 16) and proceeded to take mine off as well. He flung my shirt into the corner, and dove down onto my chest (which I must admit is not as beautiful as the god that was on top of me). He kissed his way to my right nipple, licked it, and then gently sucked on it before moving to the left. I moaned somewhat loudly for us being in a hotel, and he giggled upon realizing he did something good. His left hand crept down to my right thigh and began to rub gently up and down, from my knee to my hips. His right hand kept busy massaging the left side of my stomach (which I should mention made me twitch many times from tickling). Then finally the moment of truth came. He looked up into my eyes, and without saying a word started to unbutton my pants. He unzipped the fly and slid my pants down and off my legs, throwing them into the corner along with my shirt. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my boxers, and slowly removed them as well. He then looked up into my eyes again, and said with a certain gentlness to his voice, "I love you." And with that he licked up the entire shaft of my cock. When he reached the top, he swallowed all of it. I was amazed that he could take all 7 inches so easily. There was no way I was his first. He licked, sucked, and jerked my cock like he was a professional. All the while my head was spinning and I was writing and moaning uncontrollably underneath him. When I felt myself get close to cumming I took him off and told him to stop for a while. Now was my chance to join the fun. Almost took quickly his remaining clothes were off and I was staring down at the most beautiful dick I'd ever seen in my life. 7.5 inches, perfectly curved, tapering slightly at the top before it became the most perfect head I'd ever laid eyes on (and I've seen quite a few I should add). Without waiting long I engulfed his cock and he screamed in pleasure. It wasn't long before he was doing exactly what I had done before. However, when he began to feel himself get ready to cum he pulled me over to his mouth and began sucking me again. It's as if he read my mind, because 69 is my favorite position in the entire world of sex. Having him suck on my while I devoured his cock was almost too much, and I began to thrust my hips gently as I felt my climax drawing near. At almost the same time he moaned and began to fill my mouth with shot after shot of his warm, thick ropes of cum. This sent me over the edge and I blew my load deep down his waiting throat before collapsing into a giant heap of orgasmic pleasure along side him. As soon as the room stopped spinning we both fell asleep along side one another, him laying somewhat on top of me while I held him against me, the left over cum glueing us together. **** I awoke to find that Chris was gone. I sat up, somewhat startled to find him packing his suitcase. "Where are you going?" I asked, somewhat confused (ok, very confused). "I'm switching rooms," He answered. I couldn't believe my ears, or my eyes. "I changed my mind... I can't do this... I'm not gay..." And with that he left the room, leaving me sitting, still naked, on the bed. ********************* Hopefully that'll keep you hooked... right? But if you wanna have some say in what happens along the way, e-mail me at wittywriter217@hotmail.com I promise as always to reply to every e-mail I get within a day, so please do e-mail with comments, criticism and/or suggestions of later plots... there's oh so much more to this story, trust me...