Date: Mon, 29 Feb 2016 22:16:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Courting Chris Part 1 Courting Chris (part 1) Bill was straight, but found himself strangely attracted to an effeminate boy at school. When he acted upon his feelings it opened and entirely new world to him! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. –––––––––––––––––––– I'm Bill, a junior in a mid-west American high school. I wasn't a jock, but I wasn't a wimp either – I did well in school, so I suppose I was something of a nerd. Chris Binsen was my age and very different. He was effeminate looking, with soft features and long hair. He had pierced ears and wore girl's earrings. He could have passed for a girl, but didn't try to – it was like his conscious expression of femininity was his way of making a statement – I had no idea what statement – perhaps just that he was his own person and not willing to conform to what others think he should be. He was short and thin, and even walked in a somewhat feminine manner. The jocks picked on Chris, and I felt kind of sorry for him. I didn't really know Chris, but observed at a distance. I sometimes had some disturbing thoughts of being attracted to Chris – he was rather pretty looking, but I was definitely straight. I had dated a few girls, but nothing that had developed into relationships. I really liked girls, but just never had the chance that every jock I knew seemed to. One day I might own the company where the jocks worked, but for now I was well below them on the pecking order. One day I had an experience that changed my outlook. It was after school and I stopped in the boy's washroom to take a leak. To my surprised I found a line of guys, but could not see the front of the line. I didn't know what was going on, but the guy at the end of the line said, "Want a blowjob? Get in line!" I had never had a blowjob, but from what I heard it was to best thing that could ever happen to a guy, so I got in line. The line was actually fairly short, and I saw that I had four guys ahead of me. I heard the guy in front say, "Fuck yeah – good job faggot!" He left and now I had three ahead of me. I tried to see who was doing the sucking – it must be a guy if they called him a faggot. High school guys are nearly always horny, so it didn't take long for any of them to cum. As the guy in ahead of me got to the front of the line he said, "better get ready." I unzipped and got my cock out. It was already nearly hard as I anticipated the blowjob. I tried to look over the shoulder of the guy, but still couldn't see the sucker. Finally it was my turn, and there were about five guys behind me. When the guy in front of me stepped aside I saw that Chris was kneeling before me. I was at a loss for words, but this wasn't a time for talking anyway. I didn't know what to do, but Chris did, and once he was sucking me I was in heaven. I looked at Chris and his eyes met mine and we just looked into each other's eyes. He sucked me as we maintained eye contact. It felt wonderful, but I felt a little odd about the whole situation. It didn't take long, but I came, pumping my load into his mouth. All of the other guys said nasty things to Chris, but I couldn't bring myself to do that – he had done something really nice for me. As I pulled out of his mouth I just smiled and whispered, "thank you." That night and throughout the next day I couldn't get Chris out of my mind. I'm not at all attracted to men but I just couldn't stop thinking of him. At lunch time I approached Chris, who usually ate alone. "Mind if I join you?" I asked. "Go ahead," was all he said. I sat down across from him. In the noisy cafeteria we could talk privately, and I didn't want anyone else to hear. I didn't know what to say – it was like the first time I talked to a girl – how do you get started? Finally, I began, "I was wondering if you wanted to do some stuff together?" "Are you looking for a repeat of yesterday?" Chris asked. "No!" I replied, "I mean, it was really nice, but that isn't what I meant." "I'll give you this," Chris said, "you were the nicest guy in line – you were the only one who didn't put me down." "So, will you go out with me?" I said, stunned that I had used those words. "Go out with you?" Chris asked, "are you asking me out on a date?" I just realized that I had – I had asked another guy on a date! I was getting really nervous. "Chris," I said, "I'm really nervous about this, but I am sincere." "Ok," Chris replied, "but I've never been on a date, and you'll have to talk to my grandmother about it." "Your grandmother?" I asked. "My parents died in a car crash," Chris explained, "I live with my grandmother, and she is really protective." "I'm sorry to hear that," I replied, "but I don't know what to say to your grandmother – I had a hard time finding the words to ask you." "Come to my house after school and meet her," Chris said, "she knows I'm different." I agreed and we went to our afternoon classes. Throughout the afternoon I seriously considered chickening out. Here I was, a straight guy who just asked a gay guy out on a date – I could admit to myself that I was attracted to Chris, but I told myself that it was his femininity that attracted me. My thoughts kept coming back to the eye contact we had during the blowjob – it seemed like we had some sort of connection – I thought I wanted to kiss Chris – kiss the mouth that my cock was in? By the end of the day I resolved that I would go meet his grandmother. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org