Date: Wed, 29 May 2002 22:54:34 -0600 From: Josh Harkema Subject: the journy of john (CH 2) ******************************************************************************* The usual disclaimer applies, so if you don't like sex of younger males, or are a younger male, please leave and don't read this. ******************************************************************************* The Journey of John Chapter 2: Clay Clay walked cautiously into my room, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was doing. Not like I was doing any better, my heart was pounding at a mile a minute. "So?" I tempt, acting as casual as I can. "You're the one who posed the question, why don't you start?" "You brought us here, you start." Hoping that he would just say yes. "Well," pause "I think that I like other boys. There, I said it!" He forces out quickly. "You're definitely not alone! It's almost all I've thought about today, I can hardly get it off my mind." Trying to lighten the mood. "So, we've both admitted it, what do we do now?" He said as he moved closer to me. "Well not that!" I say as I notice his obviously hard cock. "I don't think I'm ready to start being gay yet." "I can't help it, you just do this to me." As he looks down at his member. "I don't even know where to start anyway, like how do two guys have sex?" "How the hell am I supposed to know?" I yelled questioningly. "But I think I know how we can find out." "How?" he asks. "The Internet!" I shout excitedly as I run out of the room, with Clay close in toe, and head to the computer. "Where do we start looking?" "Look up 'gay' on Yahoo! (Tm) that sounds like a good place to start." I follow his instructions and am overwhelmed by the 'gay sex here' links. "Where the hell did all this porn come from? Is this the only info we can get on gay sex?" "Try clicking on some of it." He say's excitedly. "But my mother will read the history and find out what we've been doing." I respond. "I know how to get rid of it, click on it!" he says almost urgently. "Okay." I click on the link to 'gay sex now, for FREE' and all of these greasy, old, men appear on the screen. "Gross, what's wrong with those people, and where is he sticking his tool?" "In the other guys ass, isn't that hot!" "NO!! That's nasty!" I shout as I exit from the Internet. "If that's what gay's do, I'm sure as hell NOT gay!" "Not all gays do that, I just think that it's kinda' sexy." He say's as he very obviously readjusts his boner underneath his shorts. "We don't have to do that if you don't want to." "What do you mean 'we' I haven't agreed to anything yet! You need to get a hold of yourself Clay, I've never seen you like this before." "I just thought that... well... maybe you wanted to do stuff with me." He says in a very saddening way. "Clay I would love to do 'stuff' with you, I'm just not sure if I'm ready, I think that I need more time to figure things out for myself. I can't just jump into something without thinking about it. Especially something so big." I calmly try to explain. "I understand, I think that I'm going to go home though. We should talk tomorrow." Moving toward the door with his head hung low, he doesn't even look back at me or say good bye. When I hear the door close behind him I almost break out into a fit of hysterics, why didn't I just say yes? Isn't this what I want? I can be so stupid sometimes. Even thinking about Clay sexually causes my body to react. I harden to full mast in no more that a split second. Now, what am I going to do with you? I ask my cock. As I reach down to touch it a curious feeling shoots from the head down to the base. 'Whoa!' What the hell was that? I touch the head again and the same thing happens. What's going on? I've never felt this before! I decide to go up to my room to get more privacy. Once there, I drop my pants and examine myself. The head of my cock was swollen to an almost unreal size! What the hell is going on? I reach down and squeeze the head. Wow! The feeling I got would have knocked me on my ass if I wasn't sitting down! I continue to pinch the head of my cock and the feeling keeps getting better. I lay back and enjoy the sensations. Just as it starts feeling like I'm going to pee the front door opens, "hello?" Mother question as my body explodes. It felt so sweet and yet so painful. At that exact moment I understood what the word 'ecstasy' meant. "Oh GOD!" I scream, as stuff starts shooting from the end of my cock. I hear my mother pounding up the stairs. I jump for the door - even as I spurt milky white fluid everywhere - to prevent my mother from entering. "Hello?" I ask quaveringly as I start to recover from whatever just happened. "What's going on in there? Are you okay," My mother asks, genuinely worried. "I'm fine, I'm just... changing, I'll be out in a minute." I try to sound normal. "I heard screams, are you sure your okay?" "I'm fine, I'll be right down to talk to you." I quickly look down at my cock; it's covered in drippy fluid. What the hell was that? Am I going to die? It sure as hell felt good, I'll try again later tonight when I can have more time. I wipe my cock on a Kleenex that I have beside my bed, throw my shorts back on and run down the stairs to greet my mother. "Hey mom, how was work?" "Work was fine, how was your day?" "Good. Clay and me went out to the park to play some soccer. Do you need any help with dinner?" I ask, hoping to divert the conversation away from the altercation in my room. "No, I think I'll be okay, why don't you go and watch TV and I'll call you when dinner's ready?" "Okay," I go to the living room and turn on the T.V; Maury Povich is on. Blah, how boring. I sit back and wait for my mom to call me for dinner. "John! Come and sit down, dinners ready." She calls from the kitchen. "Coming!" I shout back as I extract myself from the couch and sit down for a meal of Kraft dinner and hot dogs, how creative. For as long as I can remember we have had craft dinner and hot dogs on Saturday evenings. At least since my dad left, but I can't really remember that, my mom said that he was an alcoholic and she would have kicked him out anyway. But, onto happier things. "I have to go to a clients house in Longview and I probably won't be coming home tonight, is that okay?" She asks as we are washing the dishes together, another ritual that has developed over time. "Yeah that's fine, is it okay if I invite Clay to stay over?" "I was actually going to suggest it." "I'll call him right now." I say as I pick up the cordless phone and head to my room to talk to clay, Ring, ring "Hello?" Clay answers. "Hey man, what's up?" "Not much, just finished eating with my family." Clays family had always been really nice to me, his mother is a nurse and his father a police officer. "My mom's headed out of town tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come over for the night?" "Sure, when should I come?" He asks "Now should be okay." "Okay I'll be there." Click. Well that was painless. He's obviously not too hurt if he's that willing to come over. I head up to my room to prepare it for Clay. Wow, my room isn't very sexy, I wonder what I can do to fix it up a little? I fluff up my pillows and straighten out the bed, in an attempt to 'sex up' my room. Clay quickly arrives at the front door, just as my mother is about to leave. "Bye mom, Hi Clay!" I say to both of them respectively. "Bye hunny," my mother says as she kisses me on the forehead. "You two be good! I'll be back at noon tomorrow." She grins at Clay and walks to her car. "Hey man, are you still horribly mad at me?" I ask Clay. "No, I was never really mad, disappointed more or less." "Well let's go up to my room." I take his bag and lead him up to my bedroom. "You cleaned." He says very overdramatically, "You never clean!" "I know, I just thought that it needed to be cleaned up." I cover the truth with a 'small' lie. And in an attempt to move things forward I say, "so, guess what I did today." "What." He asks coyly. "I found out something really fun, but it's kind of personal." "What is it?" Getting more excited. "Drop your pants." I say matter-of-factly, trying to let nothing on. "WHAT?" "Drop you pants." More firmly. "Okay," he says very nervously as he follows my instructions. I watch as he unbuckles his belt, lets his pants down, and slowly pulls his patterned boxers off. Oh my god! He's even perfect in the pants! He's totally hairless, 6 inches long, circumcised, and at FULL mast. His cock is quivering he's so hard. "What now?" He asks suspiciously. "Close your eye's and lay down on the bed." "What do you have planned?" eyeing me. "Nothing," sarcastically faking innocence. He doesn't respond as he lies down on my bed - totally exposed - and closes his eyes. I want to make this perfect for him. So I lay down on the bed beside him and proceed to slide my fingertips over his skin. His quickened breathing tells me that he's really enjoying it. I touch every part of his chest, neck, lips, ears, as I tenderly explore his every crevice. Slightly surprised that he hasn't said anything I move down, without touching his tool, and massage his legs and inner thigh. He groans as I flicker my fingers over the crevice between his hip and thigh. He's so horny that I can't let this go on much longer. I tenderly squeeze the head of his penis. He throws his hips way up in the air in response to my touch. When he settles down a little bit I continue to massage his head as he bucks and kicks himself around. Finally after five minutes of his utter agony he takes in a sharp breath arches himself into a full back bridge and screams, "FUCK!" His cock pulsates in my hand but nothing comes out. He flips around as though he's having a seizure for almost a minute. Then he stops, lies still, and quickly falls asleep. What the fuck did I do to him? I must be pretty good at that... To be continued... ******************************************************************************* Please send any questions/comments to simeon@shaw.ca, I'm not going to finish this unless I get positive input!!! *******************************************************************************