Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 18:25:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Thomas <supercoolguy999@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Start of Something 4

This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblances to reality including:
names, physical descriptions, actions, and events are purely coincidental.
This story WILL contain explicit sexual contents regarding consenting
adults, I'm just not sure when. If it is illegal for you to view such
material, I suggest you stop reading now. If not, I hope you will enjoy
reading it as much as I did writing.

Note: I apologize for the delay of this chapter. It has been a busy week
with school.

The Start of Something 4
T. Vincent

I shouldn't have to be afraid to go places with Cam. Then again, I'm
not. Why should I? Who in this day and age would bully me? If they did try,
I'd kick their ass. So, how many Catholics' asses tomorrow would I have to
kick? I was sure these religious people would not bully me tomorrow, but
then again, the people who bullied me when I was younger were such. I lay
on my sofa for a while, thinking about tomorrow. I hated churches. Why the
hell did Cam want to go to a church? `Then brunch!' so he said...

I never liked church. My father was Catholic and my mother wasn't
anything. I was never pushed to attend church by my father, in fact, it was
quite the opposite. And no, I didn't hate church because a dirty perverted
priest touched me. Contrary, that would've made my childhood better. I had
troubles making friends when I was in elementary school. Kids didn't like
me because I appeared "effeminate." I couldn't exactly help that... I was
gay! I was bullied. My father thought it would be a good idea to socialize
me with the children from his church in the youth group. Was that a
mistake! None those children accepted me. They picked on me for being
skinny and frail and soft spoken. Oh yeah, and they also picked on me for
being "effeminate," and "quiet." Like any of that was a character
flaw. Sunday youth group was beat the faggot day. Oh they called me plenty
of names too. Faggot, queer, sissy, pussy, bitch, et cetera, you name it,
I've heard it. Although, I did enjoy hearing those slurs, particularly the
homophobic ones. They felt like acknowledgement or reassurance that I was
gay. I definitely wasn't afraid to be gay. I just didn't enjoy the
hostility from other people. Well, eventually the name calling turned into
religious bullying. I didn't believe that crap about me going to hell, or
Jesus doesn't love fags, and et cetera. I was annoyed. After two months
having endured those punishments, my father eventually found me black and
blue and decided to withdraw me from the youth group. He didn't ask me what
or who inflicted it upon me. He went straight to the youth group leader,
chewed him out, and withdrew me. Eventually, he withdrew himself from that
church and then stopped going altogether.

Ugh, I picked up the phone and dialed.

"Troy Boy! You're on speakerphone! How are you son?" my dad picked up. "Hi
dad, how are you?! Hi mom?" I was happy that he actually picked up. "Hi!"
my mother squeaked.

"I'm good son, what's going on?" Well, at least he sounded happy. "Um, just
a quick religion question. What do people DO on a Sunday at a Catholic
church?"

"Well, people attended mass, sat in pews, listened to a priest, and
received communion. Or do you want a more abstract explanation?" Dad
answered. "Um, no, that's a pretty good answer." I hesitated. My father
went on to elaborate specifically how people attended mass and sat in pews
and et cetera. I was slightly over it now.

"So, Troy Boy, why the sudden interest?" Of course he'd ask. "Um... I have
sort of a date at church tomorrow."

"Troy!! A date in a church? That's a bit tacky don't you think?" Of course
he'd berate me. I heard mom in the background, "Al, if Troy wants to date
priest, he dates priest. Stop being so God damn stupid!" She projected
towards the phone, "Honey, I'm happy for you. You found boyfriend. And a
priest! That means he is very clean and educated."

"Mom, I'm not dating the priest..." she cut me off, "Well, honey, I'm still
proud that you're exploring sex. It's good you are more gay. Now I have
something to talk about at club." My mother gambled with a bunch of old
Asian women. They called it a club, my father just called it pure gossiping
and bragging. She continued, "That bitch Mai is always talk how her son is
dating model."

My father echoed, "Bryan's dating a model? Wow, that's pretty impressive
for him actually. I always felt his hare-lip was kind of a setback." Mom
retorted, "It is! He's dating girl that do not eat. Big handicap!"

"Would you both stop talking and listen to me?" I hollered through the
phone. "I'm not dating a priest! I'm not exploring my `sex'. I'm not more
gay. I'm just going to church tomorrow with a guy who I've been on ONE date
with." Then I heard myself. `I'm just going to church tomorrow with a guy
who I've only been on one date with...' That shouldn't be a big deal. I was
making it out to be one. I should just be breezy and relaxed. That was
probably how Cam felt when he asked me to go. This guy, potentially, has
fallen in love with me; he wouldn't take me someplace for me to be
embarrassed or bullied. Before I drifted off to my thoughts I heard my
mother's voice.

"Well, I'm just happy you have boyfriend. Is he gay?" `What the hell kind
of question is that?'

"Yes mom, he's gay." I heard my father wrestled my mother away from the
speakerphone. "Troy Boy, I know you don't like churches but don't worry,
it's just mass. Nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen. Tell us
more about this guy." I felt better. My mother and father were quite happy
as I related about Cam. I purposefully left out the kiss, but my mother
asked anyways, "You two had the gay sex yet?"

"No mom. We're keeping it innocent still." I knew she would ask.

"That's good Troy Boy. I didn't raise a son that would want to sleep with a
guy he just met. And after ONE date." `Yes you did dad...' I thought to
myself.

"Al, you're stupid. Don't listen to your father Troy." Thanks mom. "He made
me sleep with him after three dates." No thanks mom. "Don't be afraid Troy,
have gay sex with him." Thanks mom. "Or do what you they call it on
TV. What is it called Al? Yeah, give him "blow job." No... actually, not a
bad idea mom. "He Jew?" `I just told you we're going to church mom...'

After being fed a few more questions, I decided it was departure time,
"Okay. Thanks for your help guys." `What help?!' "I'm going to head to bed
now. Gotta wake up tomorrow for um... church. Night, love you both."

"Night baby Boy. And if you get nervous tomorrow, call us during mass okay?
We'll be at the Tennis Club's breakfast.." My father reassured. "Um, yeah,
I'll call you tomorrow."

I hung up and went to the shower. I soaped my hair and stood there for a
moment wondering about Cam. It would be nice if he was in the shower with
me right now, soaping up my back. Well, maybe more than my back. I started
playing with my nipples with one hand and jacking off with the other
thinking about Cam behind me. His big, powerful hands were lathering my
back with bubbles and suds. Then he would lean it closer and his half-erect
penis would be resting itself between the crevice of my butt cheeks. And he
would rub his penis between my cheeks until it began to grow and grow. Then
he would cover the head of his penis with soap and carefully guide it to my
hole, hungrily begging for his stiff pole. He would tease my hole with the
head; never fully penetrating me, just inching the tip in slowly. He would
tease my hungry hole with the head of his penis but never penetrate me. Cam
would want to claim my virginity in a more delicate situation. As he would
pull me closer to him and kiss my neck, his hands would grab my nipples and
gently rub them. Each finger would delicately ruminate over my erect
nipples, stopping at times to pinch them and torture me with
excitement. Then those fingers would trail themselves down my sides and
discover their purpose at my cheeks. His fingers would exert their force
and grip both my swelling butt cheeks, parting them aside and making more
room for his engorged penis. He would not slip his entire length in me. He
would instead, fold my legs together and rest his chest on my back. Slowly
but surely, his penis would find itself between my thighs as his fingers
retrace their destination back to my nipples.. And as slowly, it would
disappear between my thighs and reappear with more assertion. With each
slow thrust, Cam's force alone would push my body closer and closer to the
shower wall until my chest and face hug it. with every thrust, the head of
Cam's penis would meet my balls on the other side. He wouldn't penetrate
me. He would frustrate me until I begged and begged for him to enter. But
he would never do it. I would only feel his shaft between my thighs. All of
my efforts to back myself into rock hard manhood would be in vain. Cam
would use his stronger, more muscular, and developed stature to restrain me
and let me know exactly how I should behave. He would rubbed his penis
around my hole again to prove that no matter how much I begged, he would
not relent. His more dominant frame would suppress my body and I would have
no choice but to submit to him. With my body against the wall of my shower,
Cam would continues his thrusts between my thighs, carefully letting the
length caress my crevice but not letting me have satisfaction. And I would
discern Cam's tongue underneath the water, flickering the lobe of my left
ear. The flickering rhythm would harmonize with his powerful hip
thrusts. The rhythm would soon slow down as his tongue traversed to my ear
and his thrust would become more and more penetrating. And as suddenly as
the feeling of his tongue overwhelming my ear, his thrust would become
faster and more sporadic. Immediately, I would feel an immense grip on my
body as Cam's body would pulsate. His arms would lock down my body and his
lips would render my neck immobilize. As his breath would intensify and
elongate, I would feel his penis enlarge and release its tension, all of
its tension. As I looked down, I could see the creamy white liquid swirling
around on my big toe. I thought to myself, `I would never let Cam's go to
waste."

I crawled into bed drained but not tired. I was too anxious about tomorrow
but not about church. I was anxious about getting to see Cam again. I kind
of wanted to fuck in church.

If there was a noise I hate in this world it was that of a cell phone. It
was always next to you and the stupid noise is in your face. And no matter
how hard you pressed ignore, it would resume ringing within five minutes. I
hated morning phone calls. I had to pick it up.

"Troy? Are you awake?" It was Cam. It was also 7:00. Begrudgingly, I
responded, "Yes, I am."

"Okay, good. I'm about to leave my house to come get you. Would you like
some coffee or anything?" He sounded way too pleasant at 7:00 A.M. "Oh,
no. Thank you though. A shower usually wakes me right up." Total
lie. "Okay, I'll see you in about five minutes." He hung up. `FIVE
MINUTES?' How far away from me does he live? And more importantly, I can't
take a shower in five minutes... So I called him back, "Hey Cam? I'm gonna
leave the front door open okay. It's house 505 on Richmond." I lived in a
condo. "Just walk in and make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna take a
shower." He said yes and I jumped into the shower.

I knew I didn't have enough time to jack off but what am I going to do with
this persistent hard-on? I brushed my teeth in the shower and started
lathering up. My hands eventually found my penis when I heard, "Do you
always brush then masturbate?"  I jumped out of my skin. Cam was peeking
through the curtains behind me. I quickly covered my privates as his face
etched that captivating smile. "Don't stop because of me. I would like to
continue viewing." Without missing a beat, and partially because I was beet
red, I said, "Oops, all done." I turned off the water, snatched the towel
and immediately hid my lower body. Cam looked a bit distraught. I jump out
of the shower and took a minute to stare at Cam; he looked so handsome. He
wore a pair of striped slacks, a blue vertically-striped shirt, and a
simple little taupe tie with footballs prints. I believed he took his suit
off to go peeping tom. He grabbed my waist while I was still wet and pulled
me in. To my delight, his lips found their ways onto mind. It was such a
turn on.

"Can I see underneath the towel? I didn't get a good enough look." At this
point, I didn't care if it was honesty or blatant come on, I removed my
towel. Cam palmed my testicles and my penis all with one hand. He seemed to
be enjoying himself. Then again, I was enjoying him. "Sorry, I have a habit
of looking with my hand." I smiled and leaned in to kiss him again. The
feeling of having someone reciprocate an affectionate action was something
I longed. Why did I miss out on it all of these years?

"I need to get dressed Cam, or we won't make mass." He nodded his head and
released the pleasure-filled captivity he had on my privates. When was I
going to see his?! Cam stood there and watched me get dressed. I could hear
him breathe slowly and deeply as I put on clothes. I know I haven't had sex
yet but... isn't that reaction supposed to happen when people are taking
clothes off? I slipped on my underwear as I felt Cam's hand reached out for
a feel. No, not my underwear, my ass. He retracted as I managed my shirt
and tie. Before I had a chance to pull my slacks up, he leaned in and once
again felt my ass. You really can't rape the willing. I reluctantly put on
my shoes and we marched to his car. I opened the door for him. Just
because.

"How did you get here so fast?" I said as we made our way to the church. "I
live on Birchwood." Oh! Wow... that IS five minutes away from my place. I
should've realized these things, especially when he drove behind me for the
majority of the time after our first date, only to turn at the last few
stops. "Why did it take you so long to shower? Not that I'm complaining. It
was nice to peek in."

I just laughed and brushed it off, "I take a long time for a lot of things,
that's why I'm always late." He laughed, "Always late?"

"Yes, remember the blind date? I just have a punctuality problem."

He nodded his head and smiled. That beautiful smile always made me
weak. "You looked so cute this morning." Cam looked and smiled at me. I
blushed, "What? Nude?" He just nodded. "No h..."

"What?" I turned to Cam, having not discerned his whisper.

"Oh, I said you have no hair on your body. You don't even have much pubes."
He turned toward the church. "It's sexy." He made his way into the parking
lot. I was feeling pretty good about myself at this point. A guy has
definitely not paid me this much flattering attention before. I wanted to
do dirty things to Cam. As Cam slipped on his jacket, I stood there and
stared at the church. This was definitely intimidating. I couldn't believe
how many people that was here at 7:00 A.M. Did these people not have better
things to do on a Sunday? Did these kids not have sleepovers to attend?
Surely there was cartoon on TV. I shuddered. Cam grabbed my hand and led
me. I pulled away immediately out of reflex.

"I'm sorry. Did you not want to do this in public?" He turned around
looking a bit sad.

"Um... I'm just not comfortable. Not because I don't want to hold your
hand. It's just because it's this place." I grimaced. But Cam nodded his
head, "I understand. Well, we have to hurry, mass starts soon."

Cam led me through these grand doors, often times I had to push people out
of the way. Several families waved hello to him, but he simply smiled and
hurried inside. I was so glad he didn't stop and made conversations with
them. We sat down in a pew several rows behind hundreds of people and the
altar. I picked up a Bible in front of me, opened it and started to
read. It was very boring. Cam didn't say much. He was too busy looking
around to the sound of his name being projected by several pairs of
lips. He was also confused since those sounds echoed throughout this huge
church. I got to about the end of Genesis 3 when Cam tapped me on the
shoulder, "You having fun?"

I laughed, "As much fun as God did when he created the universe." He jabbed
my side with his elbow, "Ha ha, I'm really you decided to come with me. I
hate going to church alone." The only thought in my head was `When are we
sneaking off to confession and fuck?!' But I couldn't tell him that. "Yeah,
this is definitely a different way I'm spending my Sunday." We laughed and
made more small talk. Mass started, promptly at 8:00. I understood the
majority of what was going on. I took Latin classes as my minor in college
and hearing certain things in the mass help made a lot of sense out of
it. At one point, the people to the sides, I guessed ushers, motioned for
people to start standing. I turned to Cam, "What's going on?" He pointed to
the front, "The priest is about to give them their communion. We're gonna
go as soon as it's our row."

So Cam got up and I followed him. Several people looked at me bewildered,
as if they've never seen me before. How the hell were they going to
differentiate me in this church of hundreds!? I mimicked Cam, knelt down,
blood of Christ, body, et cetera. The priest handed me a circular piece of
cracker, I stuffed it in my mouth and took a sip of what appeared to be
grape juice. We circled back and sat down at the pew. The ceremony seemed
to go on and on for about another two hours, then the priest dismissed
us. This time, Cam grabbed my hand and led me through the mess of people. I
didn't exactly have an opportunity to pull away. And then he stopped. "Good
morning Cam. Lovely service don't you think?" A woman in her late 50s with
curled blond hair and glasses stood in front of Cam. She was accompanied by
a man also in his late 50s, portly and bald. I assumed that was her
husband. Or fuck buddy.

"Yes, great service. How are you?" Cam really did make small talk. "I'm
good. Good to see you at church again. I'm surprise you didn't come sit
with us."

I was surprised we didn't sit you guys either. Cam thought the opposite,
"We got here late and pews started filling pretty quickly." Late? It was
7:20.  "Well, nonetheless, I'm glad you came. You haven't been
since... well, since Emily." I saw Cam's facial expressions shifted. He
looked a bit sad and morose. "Yeah, well, I'm glad to be back in
church. Oh, guys, I want to introduce you to someone." He pulled me by the
hand and presented me to the couple. "Troy this is my parents, Lily and
Al. Guys, this is my friend Troy." Friend?! Actually, that was the wrong
reaction. PARENTS!? Well, I composed myself `This couldn't be that
bad. They're just his parents.'

"Hello Troy. How are you?" Al extended his hand. I gripped and the only
thing I knew to say was, "I'm good. You know, my father's name is Al also."
He replied, "Is that right? Well, I'm Alvin. What's your father?" I smiled,
"He's Alden. But same difference really." The mother turned to me, "It's
very nice to meet you Troy. Will you be accompanying us to brunch today?"

"Um... I believe I will. Where are we going?" This was all moving so
fast. I just met his parents and now I was about to head to brunch with
them. Cam moved fast. Lily continued, "Ah, we're going to meet you guys at
the Club. It's crab cakes Sunday, Al's favorite." I smiled, `This couldn't
be THAT bad, they're nice people. I'm just overreacting.'

"Well, let's head out then." Al said and motioned for us all to depart. Cam
was still holding my hand. I didn't pull away. I didn't mind it anymore. We
made our way to the car and nothing. No one made an obscene comment or a
lewd, derogatory gesture to this homosexual couple holding hands at
church. I opened the door for Cam. He smiled and shooed me to the passenger
side. We pulled out of the church parking lot and I thought about the
entire experience. Cam broke the silence.

"Are you mad at me?" I looked at him, "No. I don't really have any reasons
to be." I think Cam had a reason for something though, "I'm pretty sure
things must be going pretty fast for you right now. Going to church with
me, meeting my parents, and having brunch with them and all. I hope I
didn't scare you."

I thought about the fact that he was aware of how fast he's going. But I
didn't care. "I don't mind Cam. Really, it's nice to meet your
parents. They seem like nice people. But um, I'm just a friend?"

Cam was about to reply and suddenly he paused, "No. You're not a friend."
That was it. No added clauses. Just `You're not a friend.' I sat there for
about twenty seconds expecting a `but' or an `and' or just something but
nothing. So, I added. "I'm a date." He smiled, took my hand, and continued
driving silently. We arrived at the Pioneer Club, an incredibly high and
fruity place for rich people. I've only been here a few times when my boss
decided it was cute to take me to social meetings or when he literally
needed a date for a stupid "business luncheon." When I said I'm his bitch,
I really meant it. Anyways, this place is full of what you'd called "old
money." The stench of `old money' perpetually reeked in this place. I've
always felt underdressed and inept here. Cam opted for valet and then held
my hands, once again leading me inside. The maître d', who did not respond
kindly to me asking `Are you the host here?' showed us to our reserved
table. Reserved table... clearly this was all planned. But I didn't care. A
few minutes later, Cam's parents arrived and seated. I ordered mimosas (not
for everyone, just me). Cam's mother took the liberty of getting us all
appetizers and drinks (she ordered Bloody Mary's, not for everyone, just
her). Then Al said, "So Cam, how did you two meet?"

Cam sipped on his mimosa and glanced at me quickly, having turned back to
his parent, he simply said, "Blind date." Lily and Al nodded their
heads. Whether or not this was approval, I didn't care. Plenty of people
went on blind dates.

"Ah, well, that's a fair way to meet new people. How long have you guys
been dating then?" Al continued. At this point, I wasn't sure how I would
answer this question without making it seemed like Cam and I have only been
on one date. So, instead of letting Cam answer it, I beat him to the punch,
"A day. Since Saturday."

I saw an etching of what was a smile on Lily's face. Al simply chuckled,
"Ha ha, meeting the parents after only one date!" He glanced at me, "My boy
sure moves quickly huh?" Feigning a smile, I went back to my mimosa. Al
continued, "Cam, we didn't know you like men this much. This was faster
than Emily."

I was annoyed at that comment. He shouldn't have compared me to the
ex-wife... I was sure I'm hotter than her! Cam was equally annoyed, but
surprisingly, so was Lily, "Now, don't compare dumb things like that Al. I
think it's clear that Cam's affection towards Troy is much different than
his toward Emily." Thanks "mom."

"Besides, I have a feeling Cam wouldn't want us to meet Troy here unless he
wanted to tell us something." Lily smiled. She seemed to be a very reserved
but understanding woman. Although, what she said was pretty thought
invoking, so I turned to Cam. "You're not proposing here are you?"

He simply laughed and put his arm around my shoulder; in front of the
parents. "No, we're not getting married. I just wanted you to meet my
parents."

I didn't mind meeting his parents. I didn't even mind going to church with
him. At this point, I was pretty much comfortable with doing anything with
Cam. Call it the excitement of a first date or the anxiousness of being
around someone who made you comfortable, whatever it was, I liked it. The
four of us spent brunch talking about me. Which was weird! I've never
spoken about myself that much, especially out of a business context. I
think by the end of brunch all three of them concluded that I talked too
much. I concluded I talked too much. Al picked up the bill, to Cam and my
reluctance. But, whatever, I was just happy that they didn't hate me. Cam
and I walked his parents to their car and said our good-byes. Lily hugged
me and Al shook my hand. It felt good to know they liked me. I sat in Cam's
car fiddling with my joy accomplishment as he drove me home. On the way
back, he struck conversation, one that I didn't think he thought about.

"Am I moving too fast for you?" I sat there and thought about the best way
to answer it. "Yes." Okay, that was the best I could've come up
with. Wasn't the most delicately placed but I think it captured the point.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things go so quickly. I guess I just got
so excited being around you." I could relate to Cam. I got a bit too
excited also. He continued, "If whenever you felt things are moving too
quickly, tell me. We don't have to do anything you feel uncomfortable
with. I just like being around you."

I obliged, "I like being around you too. But maybe, next time, no
church. Not really my thing."

We laughed until we got back to my place. Cam walked me to my door and once
again placed his hands just appropriately where they belonged. He pulled me
to him and softly kissed me. I slipped my tongue in his mouth. No
objection. So I kept doing it. We stood at my door kissing for several
minutes. Cam finally pulled away because he was out of breath. I wanted to
keep going. We hugged and left. I spent the remainder of the day catching
up on my works. Finally, after dinner and a shower I jumped out of my
clothes and immediately on my bed. Quickly, I pulled out my cum towel and
proceeded to relive a certain kiss I just had. I never slept so peaceful
that night.

Cam and I spent many more nights out with each other. The following three
days we went to several lunches and dinners with each other. I was
beginning to feel like I was dating him. Cam told me on Wednesday night
that he had to go out of town for a few days on a business conference. He
was going to be gone Friday to Tuesday. I was sad. I wanted to take him to
the symphony with me. He assured me he would be back. `What kind of
reassurance is that?!' What, he's going to get in his car, drive 150
something miles just to never see me again? Anyways, I told him I was
bummed and he promised me he'll make it up to me. In my mind, the only way
he should make it up to me is with some hardcore fucking. Truth be told, I
was incredibly sexually frustrated at this point. I was not above making
the first move but I felt that Cam really wanted to slow things down after
the church/parents/brunch Sunday. So, I didn't push it. Maybe my mother was
right, I should just give him the blow job. And because I missed the
"window," I won't see him for the next few days. Just great!

Cam called me to tell me he was getting on the road that Friday. Still
sexually frustrated, I told him don't go. He thought it was cute. So cute
that he was still going to get in his car and leave. I was sexual
bummed. So, once again, I had to find better distractions. It was Friday
and there was a Beethoven concert. Of course I was getting dressed to go. I
was once again late but not by much. The concert started at the usual time
each Friday, 7:00. I arrived there at the usual time each Friday, 7:10. I
had to fight through some heavy traffic and hellish parking. Nonetheless, I
made it! I purchased my ticket and made my way through the crowd of NOBODY!
I hope being 10 minutes late wasn't that bad. Suddenly, I saw him. He was
leaning on a beam, right leg crossed over the other, and hands in his
pockets. Dressed in khakis with his black polo tucked in, sported a light
scruff, and hair slightly slicked back. Then he saw me. Then those brown
shoes tapped tapped tapped tapped tapped towards me. Finally having traced
his steps to me, he stood in front of me and smiled. I glanced up from
those shoes to his eyes. Then to those lips that softly spoke.

"Why are you always late?" his voice found themselves to my ears. Yet, I
couldn't gather anything to respond. All I could think about was him in
front of me. "Been waiting for you all evening. Wanted to surprise you."

Why? Why was he waiting for me? I was speechless.

To be continued...

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