Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2010 13:10:07 -0400 From: oinkerz@mindless.com Subject: Unexpected, yet welcome Unexpected, yet welcome. By MJ Please note that this story is pure fiction. You know if you're not supposed to read this, so please stop if that's best. I would love to hear your thoughts, so please feel free to email me. Rejection is a terrible thing. It changed my entire life. All the times I have been rejected in my life have caused me to lose the little self-confidence I had. I had my heart broken by many girls, and I had also been turned down too many times to count. I guess I decided to just stop trying at some point, and sometime after I sort of lost interest in girls altogether. I wouldn't say that this loss of interest was instead replaced by an interest in guys. It just disappeared, leaving nothing behind. Life did become very lonely. I was a 19-year-old guy in my first year of university. Each time I went somewhere and saw a couple happily holding each other, hugging, kissing, holding hands... It ripped me apart inside. I guess that's the reason why I started losing any form of a social life. Even hanging out with family was torture, because I was yet again confronted with the same thing: my cousins and their boyfriends/girlfriends. I realised that I desperately wanted someone in my life with whom I could be close. I needed someone to share my life with, someone to be intimate with, somebody to care for. Years went by, and my lack of self-confidence kept that somebody away... I didn't have many friends, especially after leaving high-school. University really is nothing like it seems in those American movies, where it's just one big party all day, every day. No, university completely overtook my life. I had work on my mind, and hardly ever had time for anything else. I did make time for my hobbies though, but I even had to cut back the hours I spent on that. One day I met this cool guy at one of the meets we had, and we just immediately hit it off. His name was Gary. For some reason, I felt so completely at ease in Gary's presence, and it was weird, because I wasn't used to feeling so comfortable around anyone, especially someone younger than me. Gary was one year younger than me, in his final year of high school. Within no time at all Gary and I became the best of friends, and we were together almost permanently. I had no problem hanging out with Gary while I did some work, and I spent every free moment with him. It was basically a pretty good understanding between us. After a few weeks which were shorter than usual, it was finally time for holidays. Since I was already living alone in my own house, which I had bought using money I had received from my grandparents' death, we usually hung out at my place. Over the holidays, Gary more or less moved in with me. His parents loved me, and they had no problem with him being at my place all the time. We were about a week into the holidays, when Gary and I were outside just messing around. Gary felt like running around, so he made me chase him around the yard. If I caught him, he would laugh, catch his breath, and then start again. This went on for quite a while, and it made me feel like an 8-year-old again. While I was chasing him again at a certain point, he ran into the house and hid somewhere. I walked through the house, searching. After searching through the entire house, I started to get a bit worried. It wasn't like him to just disappear. I finally ended up in the guest bathroom. There Gary was, finishing off on the toilet. "So this is where you were hiding," I said. "I wasn't hiding. I just needed to pee," he replied. "Well, you had me worried there buddy. You just disappeared, and I thought that maybe you had run away." The smile dropped from his face slightly, because he knew how that would affect me. He really did know me very well. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. This wasn't strange anymore, because we hugged quite often. We both just preferred it that way. "You know I would never just leave. You're my best buddy, and nothing could ever change that. I care for you too much to just leave, especially after everything you've done for me." I could see concern in his face when he looked up at me, and I knew his words were true. "I know, just ignore me. I was over thinking again. I should have known you needed to take a leak." I smiled at him, and we left the bathroom. He didn't let go of me, and I didn't try to make him. Instead of going back outside, we closed the door, and just watched some TV. I made some snacks, and got some sodas, and we just hung out. We became very lazy over the course of the afternoon, and after a while Gary laid his head down on my lap with his face against my stomach, and his arms wrapped around my waist, and fell asleep within seconds. This wasn't something which was strange, considering our closeness, but it had never happened before. The small action also had my mind in a blur, because something felt different. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it bothered me. Something was different between us, and I couldn't understand it. It's like we have achieved a new level of closeness. I sat like that – with Gary asleep on my lap – until it started to get dark outside. I gently eased myself out from under him (while he slept he had moved so that his torso was also mostly on my lap) and walked to the kitchen. I felt a need to go all out with dinner, so I made homemade chicken pie, and baked a caramel cake for dessert. I gently woke Gary up, and he gladly came into the kitchen for dinner. We stuffed ourselves with food, and then watched some TV again. Gary resumed his position on my lap, but stayed awake with his head turned toward the TV. I unknowingly started stroking his hair, but stopped when I caught myself. "Wait, please don't stop. It feels good, soothing," he said, catching my hand and placing it back on his hair. I did as he wanted, feeling that feeling from before again. Around 10pm I went to have a shower, and he finished watching his favourite TV show. I finished my shower, and heard him start the shower in his bathroom. His show must have finished while I was busy. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and went back to the living room. I sat down on the couch and watched TV again. Before long Gary came into the living room, and sat down on the couch next to me. I was feeling a bit tired, and I had really just been waiting for him to finish up so I could say goodnight. "Okay, so I think I'm gonna go hit the sack. I'm getting tired," I said, standing up. Gary got up, and gave me a tight hug. "Goodnight Rick, thanks for the amazing dinner." "It's only a pleasure buddy. I'm surprised it came out as good as it did. I'm not such a good cook," I said, hugging him back. We stood like that for quite a while, until I let go after a while. I looked down at him as he let me go too, and I saw that he seemed uncertain about something, sort of indecisive. I thought that he would come and talk to me if something is wrong, so I gave him a smile and turned to walk to my bedroom. Gary suddenly grabbed my hand as I took my first step away from him, and pulled me back. I turned around to face him, and was shocked when I felt his lips on mine. The shock was so intense that it took me a moment to realize what was going on. Once my brain realized what was happening, I kissed back without thinking. I had never kissed anyone before, so I had no idea what I was doing, but instinct took control. The pleasure which I experienced was intense. It was something I couldn't explain. It felt so very right, but at the same time I knew somewhere deep inside my head that it was very wrong. He wasn't going to turn 18 for another 2 months, and we were best friends, and his parents trusted me with him, and I wasn't interested in men! I wanted women. Didn't I? Suddenly I wasn't sure anymore. The soft lips on mine made me second guess my original wants. The tongue which was now creeping into my mouth only helped the argument of forgetting about women. I felt a hand on my ass, while another hand was feeling my chest. How had the hands gotten underneath my clothes? I didn't care about that though, because they were so soft and warm, and they made me feel so good. The hand on my chest slowly moved downward. I felt myself get harder the closer the hand got to my cock, and I just about exploded when the hand finally got into the elastic of my briefs and took hold of my cock. It was getting hard to breathe, so I pulled away and looked into those beautiful eyes which I would never look the same at again. "What's wrong? Don't you want me?" Gary asked, and I saw the sad expression caused by rejection start to show on his face. "I think I do, but do you really want me?" I asked. "Of course I do! You are amazing!" he said. "No, I'm not. I'm really not." I tried to say more, but he put his hand over my mouth. "You don't see yourself clearly. I have never met anyone who has a better heart than you do. You are so amazing, but you never think anything you do is good enough. You're humble, and caring, and I think I have fallen in love with you." He looked at me, waiting for a reaction. At first I had none, but he waited patiently. "I think I might be in love with you too." He smiled a bright smile, and jumped onto me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back as I carried him to the bedroom. He was the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever seen. He was lying on my bed without any clothes on, waiting for me to undress myself. I removed my clothes, and lay on top of him, our cocks pushed against one another between our bodies. We made out again, and I was in complete ecstasy. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, and held my face in his hands. "Will you make love to me?" he asked. "If that's what you want, then I won't say no." He smiled, and reached under the bed. After searching for a few seconds, he brought out a tube of lube. "I hoped this would happen, so I came prepared. There's some more under my bed, and the couch. I wasn't sure where it would happen, and I didn't wanna have to run off to get some." We beamed at each other, and I took the lube and applied some to his hole. While he was still on his back, I moved my cock slowly to his entrance, and ever so gently entered him. I could see on his face that it was both unpleasant, but also very pleasant. I kept going slowly until I was all the way in, and held still while he adjusted. I saw the look of pain on his face be replaced by a look of pleasure, and I started moving. I held up a slow pace at first, but he told me to go faster and faster as time went by. It was an amazing experience, and I was surprised that I held out so long. It was a good fifteen minutes before I let go into him. The orgasm was so intense that I couldn't feel my body anymore, only intense pleasure. When I finally regained control, I found that I had collapsed onto him. He hadn't noticed yet, as he had just reached orgasm too, and was still recovering. Once he recovered, he looked into my eyes and I kissed him passionately. "So, will you please be my boyfriend?" he asked me. "Do you really want that? Do you really want me?" "Yes. I want you, and I want to know I can have you whenever I want. I want you to be mine, and only mine." "In that case, I guess I have no choice," I said before I kissed him again.