Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2012 14:37:40 +1030 From: Philip Whitney Subject: Part Four of: Searching for a Boy Friend This is the next part to my story: Searching for a Boy Friend which is in the Gay High School section. Searching for a Boy Friend - Part Four. With our arms entwined we sipped from the flutes and then slowly drained them.There is something about drinking 'Moet' in a spa with a very sexy, amazingly handsome guy that is very seductive. Especially when he has just informed you that he is now your boy friend. This is what I had dreamt about for so long. This is what I needed. I should have been over the moon and I was, I think. I looked into his eyes and kissed him gently on the lips, then placing the flutes safely on the side of the spa I moved in closer. Wrapping my arms around him I pulled him close into a warm embrace. I held him close for a good thirty seconds my face buried in his neck, my throbbing dick pressed tightly against his. Somehow there was a hint of a dark cloud spoiling the euphoria. He hadn't asked me to be his boy friend, he had told me. This niggling doubt was quickly dispelled when I heard the words: " and this is for you!" Lifting my head I was amazed to see Jezza holding up a jewellery box. Inside was a very thick rose and yellow gold bracelet. It must have cost the earth and it left me speechless. Jezza just smiled as he fastened the clasp around my wrist and leant over to pour more champagne into the empty flutes. Eventually I muttered something about it being way too expensive and I didn't have anything for him. I held it up and it shone so brightly. It was beautiful and it was a very generous gift, but how would I explain it to my parents? I thought I would work that out later and after downing the whole glass in one go I pressed my lips against Jezza's forcing my tongue between his lips in a long, passionate kiss. The sex that night was amazing. We made out in the spa until my skin was bright red. Jezza then suggested we shower and head off to his bedroom. He seemed happy for me to take the initiative and wanted me to fuck him in the shower. Being so horny from the champagne I seemed to be more aggressive than usual. I had him lay on the shower floor and support his back, so that his very inviting hole was just at dick level. Lust took over and with the water pouring over our bodies I rammed my seven inches deep into his warm inner sanctum and fucked him hard. We were both screaming at the top of our voices as we cum very quickly and at the same time. We collapsed in a heap on the shower floor and as the water continued to spray over us we kissed and embraced for a very long time. We both seemed to recover fairly quickly and Jezza rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me. The passion had now gone and as we gently kissed he lubed up his dick and carefully pushed it against my bum hole. It easily slipped in and this time we made love and it lasted for ages. Fortunately my alarm woke me to go to work. I switched it off before it woke Jezza, then soon realized he was already up and rattling stuff in the kitchen. Fortunately I had allowed myself plenty of time before heading for work. I don't normally have much breakfast, just a bit of toast, but from the smell permeating from the kitchen it was a bit more than toast. Somehow I had a feeling that it was a good thing I had plenty of time, I don't think Jezza would be happy if I rushed off to work. I lifted my head off the pillow and quickly regretted the opening of that second bottle of Moet. I slipped on a pair of boxers and headed downstairs. Jezza hadn't heard me so I was able to stand at the bottom of the stairs and take in the view. Jezza hadn't bothered with boxers, but had donned an apron to cook breakfast. He had his back to me and was busy whisking eggs in a bowl. For some reason he was using a hand whisk and the movement was causing his bum cheeks to wobble. Then he accidentally knocked a knife onto the floor and he bent to pick it up. That was it. I was instantly hard and poked through the fly of my boxers. I tiptoed up behind him and as he straightened up I wrapped my arms around his chest and hugged him tight. Kissing him on his neck I whispered: "Thanks for last night, it was awesome. What's this all about?" My dick pressed against his bum cheeks and then slipped between his legs. He moaned as I nuzzled his neck. "Hey, Babe! Couldn't let you go to work on an empty stomach." I flinched as he called me 'Babe'. How could I tell him I hated being called that? How could I invite him home if he called me 'Babe' in front of my rents? He turned and we gently kissed. He benched the egg bowl and wrapped his arms around me. I untied his apron and as it slipped to the floor I dropped my boxers and stepped out of them. I clasped his bum cheeks and pulled him against me. Sex in the morning is always good, but I had never had sex in the kitchen before. Somehow I don't think Mum would approve. My mouth was foul, but Jezza had cleaned his teeth. As I apologized for my lack of hygiene, he backed me towards the kitchen table. He stretched his arm out and retrieved the bowl of eggs. Then to my amazement he dipped his throbbing dick in the egg mix and fully coated it. (I expected the bread crumbs next) Then lifting my legs and exposing my hole he pushed against it. He slipped in so easily I didn't feel anything till his pubes brushed against my bum. He leaned forward and kissed me fully on the mouth as his hips started to gyrate. He was so gentle, moving slowly in and out, his tongue exploring my mouth and carefully removing the night time fuzz from my teeth. I felt his dick flex inside me, so I knew he was close. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out. He grabbed my arm and flipped me over. He held me in a half nelson, as he forced me back down on the table. I yelled that he was hurting me, but my cries fell on deaf ears as he rammed his dick hard up my bum. He fucked me hard and I hated it. When he climaxed he screamed out loud and collapsed onto my back. I pushed him off me and ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I quickly threw on some clothes, grabbed my things and rushed out of his bedroom. He barred my way as I tried to pass him at the top of the stairs. "Hey I thought you might like it rough for a change." he commented as he tried to lean in and kiss me. Pushing him away, I ran down the stairs and yelled: "Well I didn't!". I unclasped the bracelet and threw it at the bottom of the stairs and headed out of his front door to my car. He kept yelling that he was sorry and that he loved me, but I quickly left in tears. Since I was early I decided to head home and shower before work. Fortunately Mikey was at Josh's place so I didn't have to confront him. I also took a couple of panadol, couldn't face work with a headache. It was still early when I got to work so I had time to compose myself before the onslaught of kids at the pool. There was a constant stream of messages on my phone, but I switched it off for a while. I needed to think it all through and decide what I was going to do. It was a hot day, so the pool was crowded. This took my mind off the morning trauma and by the end of my shift I was back to normal and headed home. I switched my phone on and found about twenty messages from Jeremy. I deleted them all. I drove into my street and pulled up quickly. Jeremy's car was in the drive way of my house. There was no point in driving away. It looked like he was already in the house. I parked and walked around the back to the kitchen. Mum said there was a lovely young man to see me and he was in the living room chatting to Dad. I said hello to dad and asked Jeremy to go to my room to talk. I sat on my chair and he sat on my bed. Then he told me how sorry he was and that I was very special for him and begged me to forgive him. He said he now realized I didn't like it rough and it would never happen again. We talked for ages until my 'Jeremy's' became 'Jezza' again and things seemed to be okay. I reminded him that my rents didn't know I was gay and it had to stay that way for a while. I told him the gold bracelet was too expensive a gift and also that I didn't like being called 'Babe'. I told my eighteenth birthday was in a month's time and if we were still getting on he could give it back to me then. Mum had prepared a nice lunch and Jezza got on really well with both the rents. Afterwards we arranged to meet up the next Friday and see how things went. The next three Fridays were pretty much identical. We would meet at the movies, pick up a pizza on the way to Jezza's place and have wonderful sex. On the second weekend Jezza invited me to a party at one of his friend's houses in a small town near where I lived. It turned out that I knew a lot of guys there and so I told Jezza to play it straight. He was strange about it at first, but he seemed okay when I explained to him that no one knew I was gay. Some of the guys were in my basketball team and I knew others from football. Everywhere I turned I found someone else that I knew and after a while I realized that Jezza wasn't with me. I eventually found him sulking by himself. He seemed jealous that I wasn't giving him my attention, but made some excuse that he felt sick and would I mind if we left. By this time it was late enough for me since I still had to work the next day. Jezza decided not to stay over and dropped me at my place before heading home. Once again we arranged to meet at the movies on the Friday, but from the tone in his voice and his attitude I felt he was becoming possessive of me and I wasn't sure I liked that. I need not have worried, as the following Friday was great. Good movie, great pizza and fucking awesome sex. I invited Jezza to my birthday. Mum asked me to invite him to dinner, which was just family and a friend each, Josh and now Jezza. We had already booked the cricket club for a party afterwards and so we planned on them both staying over after the party. Thinking that I wouldn't be fit to work after my birthday party on Saturday, I decided to have the day off, but in order for me to have Sunday off work, I had to work late on Friday and so we couldn't go to the movies. I arrived home after work on my birthday and Josh and Jezza were already there. A couple of aunts and several cousins were also there and dad was cooking a barbecue. The cousins were all much younger than me, but I was like a hero to them. We played around with a football for ages and once again I felt Jezza was a bit peeved I wasn't giving him all my attention. Then my Grandmother arrived with another aunt and it was time to open my presents. I got some great stuff. Mikey had splashed out with Josh and bought me a new phone. Mum and Dad a new laptop and when I saw Jezza's parcel I new exactly what it was. When I opened it Mikey said: "FUCK!" and got a smack over the head from my mother. Dad had a strange look on his face, but Mum and Nan thought it was beautiful. Jezza smoothed it over by saying he got it cheap at 'Cash Converters', but I knew he hadn't. Since some of the cousins were very young, dinner at the Club was early. It went over well and everyone enjoyed it. However, I was relieved when I had to kiss all my aunts and Nan goodbye and thank them for their presents once again. They all headed home and we headed to the party. All my football team and basketball team were at the party together with some girl friends and some less sporty friends from school, pretty much all my school year. The cricket club was far enough from the houses for the music not to be a problem. It was loud and awesome. Josh's older brother ran a disco in his town and had offered it free of charge. I had provided some drink, but since everyone had brought their own there seemed to be plenty. After several 'snakes' I was really into it and just about everybody was dancing. Since there was way more boys than girls, groups of boys were dancing together and so I was quite happy to strut my stuff with Jezza. As long as he didn't try to kiss me I was safe. By about 11pm I was way out of it and dancing awesomely so I thought. It was a really warm night and just about all the guys had stripped off their shirts and sweat was pouring off everybody. Suddenly out of the blue four guys jumped me and carried me into the middle of a circle of my friends, who were all cheering. Then while I was held firmly I felt hands undoing my belt and removing my jeans. Then other hands joined them and were playing with my junk. I was struggling, but enjoying the attention. I had had so much to drink I was laughing my head off and didn't seem to care that my dick was on show for everyone. By the time I was fully hard, my boxers were removed to the cheer of the crowd and discarded leaving me in the spotlight with the biggest boner you would ever wish for. Different guys kept jerking me as I was man handled to the ground and firmly held there. Then when they were fully happy with my hard on, someone produced a condom and rolled it onto my throbbing dick. Suddenly I naked girl appeared.( I found out later they had clubbed together to buy her for my birthday, she cost about $500.) I guess they felt, since I didn't have a girl friend I was a virgin. Also they must have thought I might get up and run off so I was being held tightly by my hands and feet. Everybody started singing Happy Birthday, as the girl lowered herself onto my condom covered 'virgin' dick. The crowd had moved in close, but none of them were girls. I was still laughing maniacally as she started to gyrate around with her tits flopping all over the place. There were faces everywhere. I knew most of them including Mikey and Josh, but Jezza was nowhere to be seen. After another rendition of Happy Birthday I suddenly realized that most of the guys had their dicks out and were jerking like there was no tomorrow. The sight of the dicks kept me hard and when I started bucking my hips up and down there was a huge cheer as they knew I was getting close. After the first guy cum and it landed on my chest, that seemed to be the motivation for everyone to do the same. By the time I screamed out indicating I had cum, at least fifteen guys had jerked their seed all over me. It appeared the party was over. Everyone seemed to have sobered up very quickly. Many of the girls were arguing with their boyfriends, others had gone home in disgust. I had stopped laughing when I climaxed, but lay still naked and vulnerable on the grass. Someone had produced a blanket and as Mikey and Josh helped me to my feet it was draped around me. They had collected all my clothes and held me up while I put them on. Mikey had a grin from ear to ear as he cleaned the cum off me with someones undies. Then he whispered: "Happy Birthday, Bro! That was awesome." When I asked where Jezza was, Mikey said he had gone off in a huff saying something about me enjoying fucking a girl too much. Jezza had driven us there, but since he had gone we had to walk home. Fortunately it wasn't far and we were soon home. Taking care to be quiet we tiptoed to our rooms and I went for a shower to clean off the last traces of cum from my sweaty body. Mikey and Josh joined me, but except for giving each of them a sloppy kiss I had had enough sexual excitement for one night and left them to enjoy themselves. The next morning I felt like shit, but tried phoning Jezza up, but no answer. I tried again later with the same result. Eventually after five attempts the phone was picked up, but it was his mother. She told me his grandmother was sick and he had gone down to Margaret River to look after her. I sent him TXT after TXT, but he never responded. After a couple of weeks I realized it was over. I returned his birthday gift with a note saying I was sorry it was over and hoped he found someone new. I didn't get a reply. Amazingly no one seemed to spread the news of the party cabaret around town. Since a lot of the party goers are underage, they tend to keep quiet about it. I did get a few knowing glances from people at school, and a few guys squeezed their junk and smirked when they passed me. It was soon over and the summer holidays arrived. I knew I had done well enough to get into Uni, but decided to take a gap year and earn some money. So here I am, no longer a virgin, male or female. I am sometimes lonely, but I am happy in who I am and still searching for a boyfriend. So there is my story. Hope you all liked it. Email me if you did and may be that will motivate me to write about my exploits at Uni next year. In the mean time I will write other stuff for you all.pmwhit2011@hotmail.com LovePhilip (Maddy)