Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2020 14:24:10 -0600
From: Chris Lee <clee28049@gmail.com>
Subject: The Only Chinese Boy Part 1

The Only Chinese Boy by Clee

This story contains sexual activity between two friends of high school age.
Please do not read if you are under 18.  This story is a product of the
author's imagination, any resemblance to actual people is purely
coincidental.  It's a slow burn, please be patient for the juicy parts!


The Only Chinese Boy Part 1


I finally gathered up the courage to approach him, today was the day.  No
more excuses.  I was skinny and tired of it.  At 16 I was tall enough at
just under six feet, but I only weighed 125 pounds.  I wanted to make a
change, but I didn't know how.  I was afraid that if I brought this up with
my friends, they would tease me, so I decided to ask a complete stranger.
As I entered the cafeteria that day, my eyes scanned the large and loud
room until I spotted him, sitting alone at a table along the far wall.

I grew up in a small town north of Boston in the mid 1990s.  The students
at my New England high school were almost all white.  We had one Asian
classmate: Eddie Li.  I had known Eddie for four years, since the seventh
grade; or should I say I knew of him.  Eddie kept to himself, he spoke to
no one.  In junior high Eddie was scrawny like me, but I had noticed in
passing over the last year or so that he was getting pretty muscular.  I
really wanted to ask him how he had made such a miraculous change, but his
silence and expressionless face made him intimidating.

I took one last deep breath and walked purposefully across the cafeteria to
Eddie's table. I sat down across from him and took my lunch out of my
backpack.  He didn't look up or acknowledge me in any way.  Finally, after
a few awkward minutes, I bit the bullet and spoke.  "Eddie," I started
hesitantly, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"  He looked up at me silently
and the world stopped.

Behind the nerdy round wire-framed glasses, I was confronted by two very
narrow, coal black eyes.  They seemed to be looking into me, not at me.
"What do you need?"  I suddenly realized that this was the first time I had
heard Eddie's voice.  It was surprisingly deep and slightly raspy.  I had
to look away in order to respond.  I wondered if he was aware that his gaze
had this effect on people; or maybe it was just me?

I took a deep breath and blurted out, "I know we've never met, I'm Billy
Taylor.  I've noticed that in the last year or so you've really gotten into
shape and I'm wondering how? You're not on any teams here at school.  I'm
sick of being skinny, can you help me?"

I looked back at Eddie and he continued to stare at me with those eyes and
his always blank face.  Jesus, was this kid a robot?  After about 30
seconds, he tore a corner of notebook paper off from his schoolwork sitting
next to his lunch and he began to write.  He gave it to me and said, "Come
to this address on Saturday at 7:00am." He then looked back down and
resumed eating his lunch, ignoring me again.  My time was up so I quietly
finished eating, got up and left.

As the week progressed, I wondered what Eddie had in store for me.  Why did
I have to get up so early on a Saturday morning?  I was dying to ask him
for details, but every time we passed each other in the hallway, robot boy
was the same as always.  He never acknowledged that we had spoken, greeted
me, or even looked at me.

Finally, Saturday rolled around.  I got up at 6:30am, threw on some shorts
and a t-shirt and rode my bike to the address Eddie had given me.  A few
minutes later I arrived at a store called Li's Oriental Foods.  Duh.  I had
known about this store for as long as I could remember, but I never put two
and two together.  Eddie was standing there waiting for me.  "Hi Eddie" I
greeted him as I rolled up.

"Follow me." He turned and was already entering the store as he said this.
I chained my bike to the rack at the front and walked into the store.  I
caught up with Eddie as he walked down an aisle toward the back.  He wore a
sleeveless T-shirt and baggy shorts.  As I walked behind him, I noticed
that he was a couple of inches taller than me and his shoulders were quite
broad.  His back tapered down to a narrow waist.  To me he looked like a
swimmer or a soccer player.  We walked through a swinging door at the very
back of the store and into a large stock room.  At the back of the room was
what looked like a large, open garage door leading to the loading dock.
Suddenly it dawned on me why I was there and my mouth dropped open.

Backed up to the loading dock was a big cube truck with its back door
rolled open.  It was full with boxes of all different sizes.  Eddie entered
the truck and began emptying it of its cargo, placing boxes onto a hand
cart and wheeling them into the stock room.  He pointed to another hand
cart with his chin, signalling me to get to work.  As we worked and the
hours passed, it became increasingly hot in the truck.  We both began to
sweat, Eddie's wavy black hair eventually becoming plastered to his
forehead.  His shoulders glistened and every time he raised his muscular
arms, I could see the thick, straight black hair that grew there, now
soaking wet and matted to his skin.  He worked quickly and silently, except
for the occasional grunt.

Finally, the truck was completely empty.  I was exhausted.  Eddie
disappeared for a minute, then returned with two bottles of water.  He
handed me one and said, "Come back at the same time next week."  This was
our only conversation.

I thought to myself as I road my bike home that although this isn't what I
had in mind, it will definitely get me into shape.  Once I got home, I took
a shower and collapsed into bed.  I felt dead.

This routine went on for several weeks.  After the third week, Eddie
stopped telling me to return, it was just assumed that I would.  At this
point there was virtually no conversation between us.  We saw each other
every weekday at school and every Saturday morning at the store, but we
never spoke.  Eddie literally defined the strong, silent type.  After I
approached him at lunch that day and he (sort of) agreed to help me, I
thought that we would get to know each other on some level, even if we
weren't destined to be best friends.  That wasn't happening; in fact, I
knew nothing more about Eddie after a month than I did on day one.

Just as we were finishing up on Saturday number seven, Eddie suddenly said
without looking up, "Stay for food."  This was the first thing he had said
to me in a month and I was stunned.

"Okay, thanks," I replied.  I didn't know what else to say.

We walked down some narrow stairs from the loading dock and across the back
of the store toward a staircase on the back of the building.  We went up
the stairs and through a door, entering into the kitchen of the Chin's home
above the store.  In the kitchen was a pretty, middle aged Asian woman at
the stove cooking something that smelled amazing.  She turned and smiled at
Eddie, then saw me.  When she did, her eyes popped open and she dropped the
spatula in her hand.  Eddie said something to her in Mandarin and she began
to smile.  "Hello Eddie's friend!  Please eat with us."

"Thank you," I replied, "my name is Billy."

Eddie ignored our exchange and left the kitchen.  I rushed to catch up with
him.  He walked down a short hallway and into his bedroom.  I waited
outside the door, not sure what to do.  He came out holding two pairs of
shorts and two T-shirts.  "Shower first," he said and pointed to the
bathroom across the hall.

I went into the bathroom and took off my sweaty clothes.  Looking up at
myself in the large mirror on the back of the door, I suddenly noticed a
change.  Although I was the same cute boy (I thought) with curly brown hair
and hazel eyes, my body was filling out.  I had the beginnings of
developing pecs and my arms were bigger.  "I don't believe it," I though to
myself, "the Eddie Li system works."

The shower was in a large, old fashioned claw foot bathtub with a big
curtain that wrapped around it.  I had only seen tubs like this in movies,
I couldn't believe how big it was.  I climbed in, turned on the water and
began to rinse off.  As I was soaping up, I heard the bathroom door open
and close.  After a few seconds, the curtain was drawn aside and there
stood Eddie, completely naked.  I almost dropped dead.  He nonchalantly
stepped into the tub and I instinctively stepped aside, my hands flying
down to cover my privates.  "Eddie!  What are you doing in here?"  I
shrieked.  I was mortified.

"Friends shower together," he replied, stepping under the stream of water
to rinse off, not even looking my way.  Friends.  He said we're friends.
The horror of being naked in the shower with another person suddenly
disappeared as I realized that over the past few weeks, Eddie had drawn me
into his very small world.  With time I would learn to stop speculating and
agonizing over how he felt.  With Eddie, actions always speak louder than
words.

Silently we finished our shower and as we dried ourselves off, I realized
this was the first time I had ever seen Eddie without his glasses on.  He
looked cuter, younger, somehow more vulnerable.  Also, I couldn't stop
glancing at his dick, I had never seen a foreskin before.  In fact, I had
never seen another penis besides my own before.  "You're looking at me."
Eddie didn't look up as he dried his calves.  "Sit here."  He chin-pointed
to the toilet.

I sat down and he approached me, his crotch even with my face.  I became
lightheaded and nervous; I couldn't believe this was happening.  "This is
how my foreskin works."  Eddie took hold of his penis and began to roll
back the skin that covered the head.  His dick was darker than the rest of
him, almost brown.  As the skin retracted, his pink head was exposed.  It
looked smooth and shiny compared to mine.  I also noticed that his pubic
hair was thick, practically straight and jet black.  It was so different
from my own curly brown pubes.  It reminded me of a black lion's mane.
Although we had just showered and he was clean, I could smell Eddie's
personal scent.  It was incredibly exciting to me; I had never been naked
with another person before and this felt so intimate.

"Let's eat," he said in a voice that was suddenly huskier than before.  We
silently got dressed and went to the kitchen where his parents were waiting
for us.


End of part one


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