Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2003 04:23:16 -0700 From: CNOAACCT Subject: Pierre Disclaimer: This story includes sex between consenting teenagers. All criticism is welcome. cnoaacct@mailup.net FAKE NAMES Intro Before I start the story, I want to make it relatively clear what it is. Basically, Pierre is a guy that I love. He's perfect, because I'm in love with him... Most of you know how it feels to think someone is perfect, just because you love them... well, I guess I realize it, but he really does seem perfect to me. Since I'm completely inexperienced, (as in, I know what to do, but haven't done it yet.), I'm open to any tips you guys out there have. Perhaps this is a bit of a cry-for-help scenario, and you're just looking to get off, (which I totally understand, don't get me wrong), but I'd like a little help as to how to go about getting him. He has girlfriends (a bad sign) but he never goes very far with them. He knows I'm gay, which I still wonder how I got up the nerve to tell him, but I don't think he'd find me attractive at all (though he didn't give me the standard "well, I'm not, but we can still be friends" speech that most guys do." So... well... there's maybe a 10 percent chance I can get him to love me, and a 50 percent chance I can get a blowjob out of him if I catch him at the right time. What I'm looking for is definition of the right time. I'm trying to figure out when he'd be most likely to let me blow him. *sigh*... I don't know. Anyways, feel free to email me about this, or to critique the story... It's my first story, but it'll be good. I'm pretty sure. What I know about him is as follows. He's hot, he's perfect, he has had girlfriends, but it never goes beyond hand-holding type of thing. I think he's only kissed a girl once. I know he's a virgin. He's extremely easy-going, and I'd feel horrible to pressure him into something, but if he consents, who cares? :P. I've never seen him naked... I've seen him with no shirt, and his athletics have payed off. I'm fat, so I have a disadvantage, but I'm also smart, and manipulative when I need to be... so... I'm trying. In this story, penis size is a guess, based on his racial background, and my fantasies. I'll update it if I ever get into his pants, haha. =-Objective=- My goal is to provide a good story, with good grammar and easy readability. Hopefully I'll succeed. The characters are based on Real-Life people, and I make the line clear between fact and fiction. Obviously, the fiction is the best part. =) =-Contact-= You can ALWAYS email me, even if it's hate mail (don't abuse this privilege) at cnoaacct@mailup.net and I check my mail about 10 times a day, so you'll get a quick response. I hope to be a valued member of the Nifty community, offering, hopefully, the hottest realistic Gay stories. =-Story-= I had just transferred into Drama class in ninth grade. I wasn't the happiest kid in the world, as I went through a lot of school-phobia problems. I freaked out whenever I had to do work, so I just went to be a TA and to take drama classes. Oh well. At this point, I hadn't fully come to terms with my sexuality, and, for some reason, like many other gay people, had the urge to convince myself I was straight. However, again like many other gays, I always slip the convincing off to the side when I see a guy that interests me. Though to me looks aren't everything (they are important, but I care more about personality), I first noticed quite a few different guys in the class. There was John. He dressed in all black, and listened to heavy metal music... He also didn't wear deodorant, and though he smelled sort of bad, he was a cool guy. Then there was Jon... short for Jonathan. Everyone called him Sanchez though. Sanchez had many feminine qualities... I was almost sure he was gay. But that didn't interest me. I was more into manly men... Not dirty, or messy, but manly. Sanchez was fun though, and a great actor. (HEY, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, Sanchez (very unlikely) YOU KNOW WHO I AM. EMAIL ME!) There were some other guys who weren't worth mentioning, but then, there was Pierre: Perfection. His personality was extremely friendly, and extremely open to everyone, while he was still masculine, and just all-around great. I always found my seat next to, or near his, and made it my objective to befriend him. Pierre has black hair, and a dark-toned face. He's French-Canadian, though his father is originally from the Middle East. His parents aren't very good looking, but he and his sister, who was also in that class, though two years older, are good-looking kids. I don't know how they pulled it off. More on his looks later. Since he had such a great personality, befriending Pierre was no hard task. Our first project since I arrived in Drama was to perform a song from a musical, though singing wasn't necessary... it was just lip-syncing. We did a scene from "The Jungle Book", and, lucky me, Pierre was Mowgli. Though, unfortunately, his breach cloth never fell off, I did get to see him without a shirt for the performance, and MAN, WAS HE HOT! He had muscles bulging out of his arms, and nice pecs and wide shoulders, probably from playing football. I was the Elephant, because, basically, I'm so fat. I talked to Pierre, got to know him. It turned out he was in a punk band, with someone I knew, someone I sort of knew, and someone I didn't know at all. He was the guitarist. Though I wasn't a big fan of Punk, I'm more into Japanese Pop and Techno (odd tastes, I admit), I do like some of the punk, admittedly, because he plays it. The performance was nothing to write home about, accept, there was a flute solo, and he took out a stick and pretended to play the flute. Then, spur-of-the-moment, I decided to join him with my trunk, which was made from one of the things you attach to vacuum cleaners to get to hard to reach places. Sanchez gave me some heat, but everyone else thought I was hilarious. During the course of that year, I found out a few more things. Pierre was going to the new high school next year, which I wasn't going to (at the time.) Pierre's sister, Nicole, was also in the class... Though I can't remember clearly, we were playing a game in Drama, "news conference," where people are asked questions about something they did, then they have to guess what the terrible act was. Since Pierre's sister, Nicole was also in the class, she went outside, and the teacher asked Pierre to come up with something Nicole had done which would embarrass her (cool teacher, huh?). Pierre came up with one night, Nicole got scared and slept with her mom and dad. Though that wasn't too good, Pierre was nice, and everyone had a good laugh. Then, it was Pierre's turn to go outside, so Nicole could seek her revenge. I went out with Pierre as the person who makes sure that he doesn't hear what they say, so he would be able to guess fairly. When it was time to come back in, it was eventually revealed that Pierre did something to the effect of running around naked with his male cousin (!!!). I am not exactly sure that was it, because no one said "haha, you're gay" or anything to that effect to him afterwards, but I remember saying a silent "WOOHOO" when I heard that. I wish I had stayed in there and heard more details from Nicole, because if I had, I'd be able to know whether or not he is gay much more easily. As I said earlier, Pierre was going to the new highschool. It was a new one, open only to 9th and 10th graders, and we would both be going into 10th grade the next coming year. Eventually, since it was closer to my house anyway, I got enrolled in the new school, only so I could get to know Pierre better. Yes... I loved him enough to give up John, Sanchez, and the rest of the gang of friends I had made. Through a summer of no Pierre, me being too scared to call him, I got a wild hair up my ass and decided to have Pierre over to play some gamecube. Wanting to talk to Pierre alone some more, I decided to have him come over. Trying to be a mature 15-year-old, Pierre decided to walk from his house to my house, about a mile. As it turned out, he got lost. My mom and I whizzed out there to pick him up, and, of course, she did all the embarrassing motherly talk with Pierre. Since I am in love with him, I always had let facts about him slip out, so Mom had some decent material to talk to him about. I was worried Pierre would realize how much I loved him if he knew how much my own mom knew about him... so I tried to take the conversation as though I was running things. It seemed to work. We played Monkey Ball pretty much the whole time. He had something else to do with someone else, so he only stayed about an hour and a half. He did get to the last level though, on Normal Mode, which is quite a task! He was his usual fun self, but no signs of attraction (obviously.) No hardons, no scooching closer, nothing. I didn't try any of the "are you gay" tests, because I had too much on the line to lose him. I really wanted to get him naked, and if I had to get him naked as his friend, so be it. The next year, I went to the new school. Pierre and his band all went there as well, so I got to know the guys. Their names were Omad, Jim, and Al. Omad was decent-looking, but he didn't really attract me. He was originally Egyptian, no accent or anything, and was the drummer for the band. Jim didn't attract me much either, though girls flocked to him. He was very tall, and very good-natured and nice, though a little on the dim side. Al was great though. Smart, attractive, a jock, and a punker. He had spiky hair, though it would go wild, and a great, nice personality. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I could never get him in bed, unless I tried real hard. I remember one time, I was hanging out with Al and Omad, and I was talking to Al about how he'd like a blowjob from a guy. He said he wouldn't. Somehow, I got away as pretending to be straight. He gave me the effect of he didn't think he'd like it, but he wouldn't mind trying. Of course, I would love to suck him, but I didn't take my chances of losing his friendship by offering it. Another time, I was sitting there with everyone. I told about having a Girlfriend in Japan who I had sex with, in order to sound like I was experienced, and very much like them. I was hoping it would turn them on and lead to a circle-jerk, but of course I'm usually let down, and this was no exception. Yet another time, we were all talking, and Jennifer Lopez came up. I said that there were men I'd rather have sex with than J-Lo, as though it was a big 'dis' to her. They said "whoa, I'd never even think of having sex with a man... are you bi?" I figured it advantageous to say yes, and that was the first hint they ever got of my secret homosexuality. Jim came to me with the worry that I would go after him, and I told him not to worry, that I wasn't attracted to him. He seemed pretty relieved. Al had said to me, "hey, it's ok if you are bi, but I'm not," as had another guy named Frank. My friends were OK that I was bi, though I think I never did tell Pierre that I was. For some reason, he was always off getting a soda whenever I revealed this type of thing. No one talked to me about my being "bi" afterwards, though. I remember another time with Al and a bunch of other people (not Pierre, Omad, or Jim, though) I was entertaining a large group of people with my boobs. I was making fun of them, as I'm fat so I have them, probably C cups. I was talking about how all the girls hate me because I attract all the boys away from them, and I was being my comedic self, on a little caffeine from a Mochaccino. They were asking me if I could lick them, and I said I could, which is true, though I never do. Then someone named Rick said, "haha, I have to be there to see that!" at which point everyone jumped on him for being gay, though he backed out and said he was joking. He's not the gay type, so everyone believed him. However, the conversation stayed on Gays. I put out the question "who would you rather fuck, the hottest guy in the world, or the ugliest lady in the world." People made the point that the ugliest lady in the world would have nasty "cheese coming out of her" and eventually everyone decided on the man, except the kid who was accused of being gay earlier. It was a small victory for me, and gave me a little hope. Nothing much happened until a few months later. Pierre had to record a rap song for his class, and needed my help, as I'm a rhyming mastermind. We came up with a funny song. The next day, I was in a pretty bad mood. I had a lot of fun hanging out with Pierre, but I was frustrated because I wanted something more. Mix that all with a case of depression, and being fat, and you've got a suicidal day. Because of my temporary hopelessness, I talked to Pierre on AIM. I told him I was feeling suicidal, and he tried to calm me down. He asked what was wrong, and I told him I couldn't tell him. Then, another wild hair, I told him that if he wanted me to I would, but that it was some deep shit. He said that he wanted to know. So... I told him. "Well, first of all, I'm gay. That's bad." Though I don't think it's bad (I'd LOVE being gay if I could get some love once in a while.), I had to make it look like it wasn't my fault, and like it traumatized me, which, in this case it did. I didn't tell him I liked him, but because I messed with him so much, and told him how hot he was (as if I was joking), I thought he figured me out. He treated me as normal after I told him though. I knew he would... he's perfect, remember. He treated it as an "Oh, that's all? No big deal" type of thing. -------This is the end of the non-fiction. The rest is complete fiction, but hey, if anything happens, I'll update you.------- A week later it was Spring Break. Pierre was having the band over to hang out and play video games. Since I did all the computer-based things for the band, I got to come too. I brought the video games, too, of course. We played a Wrestling Game, where we all made our own characters, and pissed each other off by messing each other up right when we were about to do our big finishing move. It was fun. Eventually, Jim got angry, and put Omad in a mock-headlock. Everyone joined in, and eventually we were all messing around on the floor, trying not to hurt each other, but trying to make it look as through we were. As you may guess, I picked Pierre as my victim, and I took him by the waist, and threw him down. I then jumped up, and pretended to land on him (I landed on my hands and knees, and he was in between, so he never got touched.) Someone got thirsty, and Pierre ran off, the good host that he was, to get some water bottles. I could have sworn, though, when messing around, I felt a familiar feeling... a nice, blood-filled penis. The rest of the time there, I was determined to find out who had a little too much fun. Whoever had the hard-on no longer had it, so I had to see who was acting shyly, and more embarrassed than usual. I hoped it was Pierre. I hoped he wanted me nearly as much as I had wanted him. Everyone started leaving because their moms had set strict time limits, but mine was loose enough to let me stay there as late as I wished. She'd be up late working regardless. As it ended up, it was me and Pierre, and we went up to his room to play on the computers. I brought my laptop, and he was on his computer. He showed me some punk videos he'd gotten, and I showed him some Japanese stuff I like. He had a better taste than most punkers, though, as he was open to a lot of different stuff. I also showed him funny things like Google in fake languages (Borg Borg Borg, Pig Latin, Elmer Fudd, and so forth) and some other funny websites like Engrish.com. I went over to his computer to look at a Punk video he thought was funny, but when he was scrolling through his videos, I noticed some porn. I thought about it, and figured, "why not?" So, after the video, I called him out on it. I said, "hey... let me see here..." and found a porno of a girl giving a blow job. Eh, the cock was pretty big. "Haha, yeah... you found my stash," Pierre said, a little embarrassed. "Ah, no worries. Everyone has one," I lied. I don't have one, I just read the stories, but hey, to each his own. "Yeah, I guess so. She's pretty hot, eh?" Pierre said, trying to make conversation. "Nah. She doesn't give good head," I said, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about. "My girlfriend from Japan could do way more than that... hell, since I wasn't attracted to her that was what kept me there," I lied again. "Ah, really? I never get girls past the kissing stage," Pierre replied. "Well, girls aren't really that great man. They're selfish," I said, hoping to advance it... I guess it was another one of my infamous wild hairs. "Guys can do better." "Oh?" was all Pierre could say after that. At this point, I looked down, and saw what was the beginning of a beautiful thing. A small bulge was beginning to become a big bulge, and soon enough, I could make out that he had an erection, and knew this was my one chance. "Yeah man... listen. Let me take care of that," I said, pointing at his crotch. "I guarantee you it'll be the best you'll ever get." "Dude... I'm not gay," Pierre said. I got a little bruised inside, as what I wanted more than anything in the world got ruined, and I was losing hope that there really was happiness. "All right, whatever, man." I sat down on his futan. However, he had a weird look on his face, whatever that meant. "You know what? I think I'll let you take care of this. Whatever feels good, eh?" Pierre finally decided to say, with a sigh. My heart skipped a beat. This was what I wanted more than anything, and it was finally going to happen. I knew this would be the best day of my life, by far. It's not every day a fat, gay kid has the hottest person in the world in front of him, giving him what he wants more than anything else. I decided to make this last. I went over and locked the door to his room, and then I got to undressing him. I slowly pulled his shirt up first. I looked at his happy trail, moved up to his belly button, and slowly over his nice lower chest. Eventually, I got to his erect nipples, and started playing with them. He was enjoying this quite immensely. Pierre was the type of person who didn't like massages, so even the slightest little thing would be felt very much by him. I sucked on his left nipple first, taking it into my mouth and flicking it, licking it, and tapping it with my tongue. I did all I could think of to stimulate it, then moved on to the right. The right was considerably hard, and I enjoyed every second I had with it. I flicked it around, inspected it, then took it into my mouth and played with it. I could tell he was really itching to get his dick sucked, so I pulled his shirt all the way off and moved down. His pants were held on by a belt. It was one of those belts that has an airline seatbelt buckle on it, and I took it off. I then unbuttoned him, and unzipped him, but I held his cock down, because I wanted to see it so much. I turned him around, and pulled down his pants, and he stepped out of them. I then saw his boxers, and his cute butt. I pulled down the rim of his boxers to just pass the top of his crack, and was overwhelmed by how hot this was. I was harder than I've ever been in my life, and I think the 5 and 1/2 inches I've measured on my dick just turned into a solid 6. I licked along the top of his amazing crack, then I pulled his pants all the way down, still yet to see his cock. His butt was a little hairy, but since mine isn't I was intrigued. Then I closed my eyes, turned him around, and opened them. Wow. The first thing I noticed was the size. His amazing penis was about 7 and a half inches in length, and probably 5 inches in girth... maybe a little more. The next thing I noticed was that he was uncircumcised. This was interesting to me, since I'd never seen one in person that was uncut. It had a sweet scent to it, as precum was collecting on the front. I pulled back the foreskin, revealing the most beautiful head I've ever seen. I was amazed. I was in heaven, or the closest thing to it that actually exists. I touched the cock, and just loved its feel. Pierre loved its feel even more. I then proceeded to put it into my mouth. It was hard to get all of it in there, but I managed to do it by leaning my head back quite a bit. Then, I sucked, while moving my head in a circular motion, going clockwise. It tasted sweet. My tastebuds wouldn't allow it to taste bad since I wanted this so badly for so long. Over a year since I met Pierre, I was finally sucking him, and both of us were loving every second of it. After a minute and a half or so, he was close to coming, so I slowed down a bit. I then picked back up, and brought him to near orgasm about 3 times, until I finally let go, and sucked fast, hard, and with as much tongue intervention as I possibly could. He was thrusting into me, and I was loving it. I could feel it get even harder, and eventually, the first spurts of cum came into my mouth at rocket force. I used the cum as a lubricant, and kept going until he started shaking from the intense pleasure, and finally took it out of my mouth. I then Jimpled the cum in my mouth, as a french wine connoisseur would wine, and admired its taste, and then put my head up and swallowed it down. Best experience of my life, bar-none. Pierre was amazed. He had no idea it could be that great, and offered to do the Jime to me. I was amazed too, at that point. Pierre wanted to suck me! I told him if he didn't want to he didn't have to, but he then admitted he always wondered what it was like. "I've never done it before, and I was amazed how good it felt... I wondered what it was like on your end. I want to. Let me." Obviously, I said ok, dropped my pants in a quick swoop, and my 5 and, let's say, 3/4ths incher stood full mast... In fact, much bigger than I'd ever remembered it being in any of my jack-off sessions. Pierre took it into his mouth, and had no trouble getting it all in there. He played with my balls with his hands, and it all felt amazing together. In a Franker of 10 seconds, I felt the tingling feeling, the heat building up, and started thrusting mercilessly. I came about 5 seconds after that, and my dick pumped more cum than I'd ever imagined into my friend's mouth. He didn't mind though, and he swallowed. I then helped him to his feet and kissed him. It was my first kiss with tongue, but I think I did it well enough. We both put our tongues into each others mouth, and I could taste the hint of my own cum, as well as his. I rubbed my half-hard cock against his... it was magic. As one would expect, I ended up spending the night there that night. The morning was even better. I asked Pierre if he wanted to try fucking me. He said he would fuck me, but he didn't want me to fuck him. I told him I didn't want to fuck him either... I just cared about having him in me. "So... do you have any lube or lotion?" I asked. "Yeah, I have some KY in my drawer. Nicole gave it to me a long time ago... haha." "Allright. Great! This will be so amazing man... But I have to tell you something." "Okay, anything." "I love you, Pierre. I've loved you ever since I first saw you in drama class. You're so perfect. I've told you so many times any girl is lucky to have you, but I'm even luckier than a lotto winner, man. This is what I've wanted for what feels like centuries." "You know... I always thought this stuff would be disgusting," he replied. "But I am so glad I tried. It's amazing. I can see myself loving you, too." I would have cried, but I was too excited about having the first thing ever put in my ass be Pierre's huge cock. I went on my back, and put my legs up, as Pierre lubed up. He eventually found his place, and he put his hard cock right onto my crack. He pressed it just a little bit, and I felt it start to open. "Go slow, man... I've never done this before," I warned. "Don't worry," He said. I tried to push out, as though I was using the toilet, and eventually, it found its way in, and hit my prostate... WOW! I was amazed how it felt. He kept going in and out, in and out. "Fuck me!" I whispered to him. He was getting into it as much as I was, and his eyes weren't closed as I would have expected... they were open. He was looking into my eyes with a puppy-love type of look. I was amazed I had won him over that easily and quickly. I think that was when I knew I loved him and that he loved me in return. He kept going until he came, but when he came, that set me over the edge... I started going crazy, and had the best orgasm of my life... Pierre grabbed onto me when he recovered, and I just lain back and enjoyed it. Cum splattered all over, and we were both exhausted. However, we got up and took showers a few minutes later, and I went home after breakfast. Pierre was my hope, and my dream came true. END Here's the attachment as well.