Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2020 16:29:44 -0600
From: Chris Lee <clee28049@gmail.com>
Subject: The Only Chinese Boy Part 3

The Only Chinese Boy by Clee


This story contains consensual sexual activity between two boys 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.

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The Only Chinese Boy Part 3


When we arrived at home, Eddie was still asleep in the back seat with his
head hanging forward.  I was able to rouse him just enough that with my
mom's assistance, we were able to get him in the house and upstairs to my
bedroom.  "Mom, help me get this T-shirt off."  Eddie was laying face up on
my bed with his legs dangling off the edge.  Getting the vomit-covered
shirt up and off him was like trying to undress a heavy, limp mannequin.

"Okay Sweetie, give me that and his jacket.  I'll wash them in the morning.
Poor kid."  My mom was still in maternal mode.  I couldn't help thinking
that if it was me in that condition instead of Eddie, I'd be in a lot of
trouble.

As my mom left the room, I unbuttoned his jeans, but as I tried to pull
them down, the gray boxer briefs he was wearing started to come with them
and his black pubes began to pop out.  "I don't think we'll go there
tonight."  I thought to myself as I yanked his underwear back up.  I
finally wrestled his jeans off, pulled him up onto the bed and walked
across the hall for to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom.

Just as I was going back into my room, I met up with my mother again.  In
one hand she had a glass of water and in the other, two Tylenol tablets.
"When he wakes up, give him these and make him drink the entire glass.
He'll be dehydrated."  As she walked in and placed the water on my
nightstand, she saw Eddie laying there in his underwear.  "Eddie sure is
handsome."  She said softly.  I wondered if she thought she was just
thinking it.

"Okay Mom, show's over!"  I was pushing her backwards out the door.  Just
before I closed it, I kissed her on the cheek.  "Thanks for everything Mom,
I would have been screwed if you hadn't come to rescue us."

"Well, you know, I'm pretty cool for a mom."  She was laughing as she
walked down the hall.

I took off the clothes I had worn to the party and put on a T-shirt for
bed, then I went and sat down next to Eddie.  His face, shoulders and upper
chest were still red, so I began to wipe him gently with the cool, wet
washcloth.  First his forehead, then his cheeks and down to his neck.  As I
wiped his chest, I couldn't help myself.  I reached out and tentatively
touched his body for the first time.  His skin was so soft that it almost
felt fragile.  I moved to his arm and put my hand gently around his bicep.
These muscular arms, the reason I approached Eddie in the first place.  I
pulled it away from his body just a few inches, so I could see the thick
patch of straight, black hair that grew in his armpit.  I had seen it every
Saturday morning while we were working, but at that moment, I wanted to
touch it and even to smell it.  What if he didn't want me to?  I decided
against it and instead I just looked at him for a few minutes.  Eddie Li, a
complete paradox: At school he looks so intimidating that everyone leaves
him alone.  Yet that night, on my bed, he looked like an innocent boy
sleeping, with skin that was the smoothest thing I'd ever touched.

I turned off the light and laid down next to him, my mind swimming.  Life
had changed so much in the two months since we met.  Why did someone as
aloof as Eddie agree to help me?  What happened tonight at the party?  He
even kissed me.  What did he mean by, "You're the one?"  Will he be angry
or embarrassed in the morning?  What if he never wants to see me again?
After some time I forced my mind to calm down and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I was laying on my right side, facing Eddie.
Before I even opened my eyes, I wondered if he'd be there or if he'd left
during the night.  When I opened them, the world stopped again.  He was
awake, facing me not a foot away.  Those narrow, black eyes were staring at
me.  Or staring into me?  There was that feeling again, just like the day I
first approached him in the cafeteria at school.  As usual, his face was
expressionless.  "Morning."  I said softly, hoping to get some idea of how
he was feeling.

"I'm sorry," He spoke barely above a whisper, his raspy voice even deeper
first thing in the morning.  "I'm sorry about last night at the party."

"I knew it," I thought to myself, "he regrets having kissed me and now
he'll probably never speak to me again."

"It's okay," I mumbled, "drunk people do things they regret later."

"I don't regret last night," he whispered as he drew closer to me.  "I
wanted to kiss you and I did.  I just didn't want it to be like that...so
drunk and messy."  He rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling,
"My first kiss...OUR first kiss...and I ruined it.  I'm sorry."

I was so relieved that I couldn't help but smile.  "Well, we'll both have a
good story to tell about our first kiss."

Without looking over, he reached out with his right arm and wrapped it
around me, pulling me to him.  I put my head on his warm, broad chest as he
held me close to his body.  "Wait, aren't your parents away?  It's almost
8:00, who's going to open the store?"

"My Aunty Bee is here from Boston," he replied as he stroked my curly hair.
"She comes to help out sometimes."

After laying together for a few minutes, he took my right hand in his left
and brought it downward, under the sheet that covered us to the waist.  He
placed it on his crotch.  He was hard, and he wrapped my fingers around it.
It was thick and unbelievably stiff.  I gently squeezed and his breath
quickened. "Can I see it?"  I whispered, somewhat embarrassed.

"Of course."  His right arm was around me and pulling up my T-shirt,
rubbing my side.

I pushed the sheet down and looked.  His erection was straining at the gray
fabric of his boxer briefs, encumbered by the black elastic band at the
top.  There was a large wet spot at the tip of his penis.  I lifted the
waist band away from him and as I did, he lifted his hips off the bed
slightly, enabling me to push his underwear down.  I judged that he was
about the same length as me, but damn it was thick.  It stuck close to his
abdomen, jutting out from that thick patch of black hair I had seen the day
we showered together, aiming straight up toward his belly button.

His foreskin was open slightly and I could see the slit of the pink head
inside.  It was very wet.  I reached down and cupped his balls in my hand;
they were large and smooth.  As I caressed them, Eddie's hips began to
thrust slightly.  I wrapped my hand around his thick, hard shaft and he
groaned.  I slowly began to stroke him, and his shiny head emerged
completely from its hiding place. As it did, a large, clear glob of precum
drooled from inside his foreskin and pooled on his tummy.  I was mesmerized
and I asked, "Jesus Eddie, how long have you been hard?"

"All night I think, but I always make a lot."  He was looking down at it
with me, marvelling at the site of his cock in my hand.

I ran a finger though the pool of precum and brought it to my lips.  It was
warm and slightly salty.  By this time, I was extremely excited,
unconsciously thrusting my erection against Eddie's hip through my
underwear.  I resumed stroking him and after just a few seconds, he
suddenly grunted, thrust his hips upwards and came.  The first shot hit me
in the face, catching me completely off guard.  I continued to hold him in
my hand as his cock pulsated, shooting out load after load of cum.  His
body was twitching uncontrollably, and he held me tightly.  As his orgasm
subsided, Eddie released his grip on me.  I took my T-shirt off and used it
to wipe off my face, then I began to clean him up.

"Sorry about your face."  I looked up at him and Eddie was smiling.

"You smile at the oddest times."  I said as I finished up, throwing my
T-shirt on the floor.

I started to lay back down next to him, but he pushed me up saying, "I want
it on me.  Cum on me."

I got up and took off my boxers, my cut cock sticking straight out and hard
to the point of being painful.  As I leaned over him, he took me in his
hand just below the head and began to gently pull.  I looked down at what
he was doing and then up at his face, he was staring directly into my eyes.
We stayed just like that, our eyes locked and not saying a word, while
Eddie slowly and excruciatingly milked me.  The whole experience was so
exciting and new to me that like him, I only lasted a few seconds.  My hips
bucked and cum shot out of me suddenly, landing on Eddie's neck, chest and
abs in large splats.  I was panting as I finished and Eddie pulled me down
on to lay on him, my warm cum making us slippery.  As I buried my face in
his neck, he put his arms around me and held me so tightly that I thought
my ribs were going to break.

"I need to get to the store."  Eddie said after a few minutes.  We slowly
separated.  I peaked out into the hallway and saw that no one was around,
so I grabbed Eddie by the wrist and led him to the bathroom across the
hall.  We showered together wordlessly, washing each other's hair and
brushing our teeth.  Eddie used my toothbrush which struck me as being very
intimate.  We wrapped towels around ourselves and just when we entered the
hallway, my 12-year-old brother popped out of his bedroom, rushing to the
bathroom to pee.  He looked up at Eddie and stopped in his tracks.

"Holy shit dude, you're jacked!  Who's your friend, Billy?"

"Jacob, this is Eddie Li.  See you later."  I pushed Eddie into my room and
slammed the door.

Before I could move, Eddie took both of our towels off and pulled me to
him, wrapping me in his embrace. I looked up at him and our lips met.  He
kissed me deeply, his tongue opening my mouth to explore.  Slowly he pulled
away, "That was to make up for last night."

Our cocks were beginning to harden again, rubbing against each other's
bodies.  "Eddie, we have to go."  I whispered as he came in for one more
kiss.

My mother had placed Eddie's clean T-shirt and denim jacket on my bed while
we were in the shower.  As we dressed quickly, he glanced at the clock on
my nightstand.  "9:00.  Aunty Bee's gonna be pissed at me, but it was worth
it."  He smiled again.  I had never seen the kid smile and now he's smiled
three times in the span of 12 hours.

We ran downstairs, I shouted good morning to my parents, and we were out
the door.  Since we were so late, I drove us to the store.  We arrived a
few minutes later, went in and Eddie introduced me to Aunty Bee.

"Sorry I'm late," he looked down as he said sheepishly, "we went to a
birthday party last night."

Aunty Bee dropped the clipboard she was holding onto the counter by the
cash register.  "You went to a birthday party last night?  Eddie Li went to
a party?"  Her incredulous gaze shifted from Eddie to me.  "Billy, I don't
know what it is, but you must have a gift.  Now get to work you two, the
truck's waiting."

Eddie and I made our way back to the loading dock and we began our Saturday
routine.  As we worked silently, it felt so familiar and yet completely
different at the same time.  In my heart I knew that my life would never be
the same.


End of part three


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