Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 20:42:51 -0800 (PST) From: Boris Chen Subject: Ryan and Joey part-3 Notice: This story is totally fictional. None of the characters actually exist. None of the events actually happened. Locations for the story were chosen at random. Views of the characters do not represent those of the writer. Copyright March 2012, all rights reserved. Ryan and Joey. A high school romance. May 1975. Part-3 Monday morning 7:25am. I met Anna in the street to walk to school just like any other day. Watching her walk out of her house made me feel a lot better that what we did over the weekend was okay. In our three-some she is like our spiritual barometer. If we're planning something that's not a good idea, she says something or acts weird. When she walked out the back yard gate this morning I could see by the way she moved that everything was fine. We met with a brotherly hug then walked the short trip to Parkland High School where we're both Juniors near the end of the school year. I don't love Anna, I like her a lot as a friend but I'm not `in love,' she would probably say the same thing of me. We discovered sex about a year and a half ago. Now don't get me wrong, having your dick inside another person can invoke powerful emotions, many of which taste just like love, but neither of us is looking for permanence or being tied down. R: "How'd yer home work go?" A: "Fine. Mom and I went to the library Sunday afternoon to finish it." R: "Get it done?" A: "Oh yeah, you?" R: "Last weekend!" I smiled and ducked as she swung at my shoulder with a playful punch. We're somewhat competitive for the highest grades, it's a private battle we don't let Joey know about. He's not the GPA type of guy. We made it to school and went our separate ways for first period. We wouldn't see each other until later. Our handhold fell apart after we had turned different directions and started to walk apart. When I was walking into home room I caught a glimpse of Joey walking in the door at the far end of the hallway. At a glance he looked fine too. A group of guys I avoid on the other side of the room were teasing each other, one yelled "FAG" out loud, made me turn my head suddenly as if someone had called my name. I pinched my left hand, I gotta get into the habit of *not* responding to that word. Now I hear those people are trying to co-opt the word `Gay,' for themselves. There goes ever watching the Flintstones again. I'm struggling with trying to focus on school and not think about our weekend. I sat with Joey at lunch like normal, we didn't talk much. I felt different towards him now. It was like I suddenly really knew him for the first time, as if I had never really known him since fifth grade when I thought I did. At least we were together but had to act like nothing was different. What was he thinking about? Why does this shit have to be so complicated? Is this a big deal to me because I'm seventeen or because it really is? I have no idea what to do except stay close to Anna and keep my mind on my school work. If I let my grades slip my dad would drag me out to Shit Lake, shoot me and let my corpse sink and disappear. On Mondays Anna leaves school early, she has no 12th period class. Usually I meet up with Joey, we walk to his place for a snack and some R&R listening to his stereo, another pleasure I am not allowed in my own bedroom. Like last week we met near the school driveway, he got us a ride from his friend Dave who dropped us off in front of his house. We walked inside like normal. Joey's mom was in the kitchen reading the newspaper drinking coffee. We chatted then headed for the music room. After some discussion we agreed on Jethro Tull, he sat up on his bed, I sat at the far end of the bed leaning against the wall reading the album cover. I tried to ask him if he had homework, he seemed to be ignoring me or at least not discussing anything to do with books or school. Joey was a C+ to B- student except for biology, he was an easy A. Something about sciences made him take interest. At one point in the second song he kicked off his shoes, his feet were by my knees. R: "Oh man, your feet stink!" I shoved his legs sideways away from me spinning him sideways. He got up without speaking leaving the room. Fifteen minutes later I turned the album over and sat back down on the foot of the bed, he was still missing. I knew where he was. Two minutes later he re-appeared with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He closed his door, walked to the dresser to pull out last years gym shorts, turned to face me, pulled off the towel while I stared at his long dick dangling between his legs. He stood there briefly not speaking, then grabbed the shorts sliding them up in place, then back onto the bed where he had been. I could still smell his shoes but most of the stench was gone. I tried not to be too obvious making little glances over at his upper body as we both read album covers. When side two ended his mom knocked on his door, opened to ask Joey if he wanted pork roast or corned beef for dinner. Joey replied `beef please' to his mom then looked at me with an evil grin. After she left he ran his hand down his shorts pretending to be jerking off. I knew he was faking, he's done this a hundred times before, still thinks it's funny. Joey got off the bed, walked over locking the bedroom door, came up beside me at the foot of the bed then gently grabbed my crotch, "Cum today?" I looked back in his eyes wondering if he was sincere. I looked at the bedroom door, I could see the button was sideways I figured his mom would be busy starting the brisket and it should be safe for a little while, what the heck? I looked in his eyes, he looked sincere so I shook my head no but sat still letting him massage my dick from outside my jeans. He started to fumble with my belt and zipper so I helped and in a few seconds my jeans were halfway to my knees, he leaned over taking me in his hands for a few seconds while he got into position, then stuck me into his mouth. I got hot really fast. I felt my nuts warm up and a full sensation build in my groin. After a few more minutes of him sucking and stroking my boner I felt this hot rush run up my dick as I started to shoot ropes of cum into his mouth. I could see the side of his neck as he swallowed repeatedly while his stroking and head movement stopped. That was when I noticed he had his dick out in his left hand. He stood up stroking his boner right over my lap. I reached up to rub his butt while he jerked off right over my lap. I lifted up my shirt just in time for him to shoot then ooze his cum over my stomach. He was humping the air and had his eyes closed while he did it. After he was done Joey knelt back down and began to lick a couple drops of his cum off my tummy. I had to put my hands over my mouth I felt I was not able to remain silent when he licked his cum out of and around my bellybutton, it was electrical. That never happened before, I was amazed. When he was done he grabbed a box of tissue off the dresser handed me a few to finish cleaning it up while he watched. When I handed him the wet tissues back he reached over and gently pinched one of my nipples, we smiled at each other. We both got dressed, he unlocked the door. When the smell of food got intolerable I told him I had to go, so I said bye to his mom on the way out the kitchen door and walked home. On the twenty minute walk home I thought that if all he wants would be to suck me off maybe I could live with that for a while until he figures out exactly what the hell he wants in his life. I went home, called Anna from the kitchen phone, we chatted like normal with my mom listening nearby. I wanted everything to seem as normal as possible. We talked for about ten minutes. I ended the call with a quick non-serious `love ya,' then I went back to my room to start my world history reading. The rest of my day was typical. I got to bed around 9:30pm. I took a shower just before bed. I stopped to stare at myself in the mirror for a bit wondering if my body was more appealing to women or men. I had no idea. I wasn't very muscular, mostly smooth and featureless but at least I was smart and I learned fast and remembered really well. What did Joey see in me? What did Anna see in me? I had no clue and nobody to ask for help either. Once again the boy genius was on his own. Too bad there wasn't a nationwide telephone hotline for good advice from smart people. Want story this to continue? borischen at rocketmail dot com for email. borischen dot webs dot com is my web page.