Please only read this if you're interested in what is really a coming of age story for a young gay male and his more dominant Asian male friend. I apologize for waiting so long to post this sequel. Even though over 50,000 read the first installment, so few vote and comment that it made me wonder if I should continue. Both boys are over 18 and this story is completely a figment of my imagination! Enjoy!
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To say I was unsettled after the Prom with Joey Chen would be a huge understatement. As a heretofore geeky, relatively slight and shy American boy from a small town in Georgia, I had been yanked into a new world order by a similarly youthful but mentally and now sexually dominant Chinese stud.
I would never have used the term "stud" prior to the Prom to have described Joey, but now that's what I knew him to be. And unlike me, he was certainly all "man" given his proven sexual prowess and surprisingly ample Asian spear.
After Joey left, I went to my room, too tired to do anything but take off my rented clothes and carefully hang them up before climbing into my bed and passing out. I fell asleep instantly and soon was deep in dreamland. It was like an instant replay of last night on the big screen of my mind. I was lying back on a pillow in our hotel room, all smooth and wearing feminine attire, looking up at a triumphant Joey Chen whose obscenely engorged cock pulsed on my lips. "Open your mouth and lick it, Billie," he said with almost a leer as I stared up into his intense, black and commanding eyes!
I had just opened my mouth and started to lick the underside of his cock, wet with Joey's flowing pre-cum, when I was rudely awoken by a pounding on my door and heard my Mom yell, "Get up, Billy, it's nearly 3:00 p.m. and we need to get your tux back to the rental place before it closes. I'm not paying for an extra night because YOU want to sleep the day away!"
As I woke, I licked my lips and could have sworn I tasted Joey's spicy man-taste with which he had marked me as his property only a few hours before. Moving to get out of bed, I looked down and saw the dream had left me morning or in this case, afternoon wood another indicator that I had been turned on at some level by what had happened the night before.
I guess I wasn't moving fast enough as Mom yelled, "You have ten minutes to be ready and in the car! Like I said, I'm not going to pay for an extra minute's rental on that Tux!"
With that, I was up and in the shower in a flash. As I soaped up and took in the reality of my nearly hairless body and now flaccid cock, I felt 13 again and remembered my shame and embarrassment as the other boys strutted around on their way to the showers in the gym with their towels confidently draped around their necks with their cocks displaying their emerging growths of dark, pubic hair surrounding young but manly cocks, while I and a few others hid our more pitiful displays under towels wrapped around our waists.
Although my member wasn't as immature as it had once been, the renewed absence of pubic hair made it seem that way. I could only thank God High School was nearly over and I wouldn't have to worry about making an appearance in my present state in that damn locker room again!
I had that image burned deeply in my head while I rushed to towel off and get dressed. I chose to wear jeans rather than shorts lest anyone see my slim and now hairless legs and ascertain what went on in that downtown hotel last night!
While Mom waited in the car, I went in to return my Tux. It was a bit humiliating to stand there, at the counter, while the owner's 16 year old son handled my return. He was taller than I and in my mind, seemed far more mature. Plus, I noticed the light dusting of hair on his arms which was by far more than any I previously had. I'm sure he was simply trying to be friendly as he examined my trousers for any irregularity or, dare I say, cum stains!
"Looks like yours are clean!" he remarked, adding, "You should have seen the cum stains on the Tux that Chinese guy returned an hour ago! I bet there will be a mixed race kid in this Georgia town in nine months!" To say I was aghast would have been an understatement! If that kid had only known it was ME Joey Chen had bred, my humiliation would have been complete! I only hope he was distracted by another late returnee as I fled to the safety of my mom's car.
As I spent the remaining hour of the afternoon at home in my room, my mind raced over different sets of images. I recalled my attempts to get off by looking at straight porn the few times I was able to use the family computer when I knew both parents would be out. With a sense of shame, I remembered being riveted to the men's faces as they fucked the girls underneath them and my fascination with their cocks. I felt ashamed to realize Joey may have sensed something in me I had been afraid to admit to myself. I also thought about Joey. My now tender ass or as Joey referred to it, pussy, seemed to almost twitch as I recalled his demanding cock and what it felt like as he plowed ever so deeply in and out of me.
I had never known a guy could orgasm from anal stimulation before I came without masturbating myself from Joey's fuck multiple times over the course of the past night. Still, while the remembrance made me hard, it was also deeply troubling because it ran totally counter to my Southern Georgia, religious, social and moral upbringing and all that I had ever expected of myself.
Dinner that night was simple fare. Mom wanted us to be up early for the obligatory Sunday school and Baptist services all good Georgians seemed to attend. Of course, Joey, being Chinese and from mainland China, wasn't forced to take in this aspect of American culture and was free to sleep in!
At Sunday school, the preacher dealt with the passage from Leviticus dealing with homosexual activity. He was angry that more and more states were allowing gay marriage and railed against the different courts that were mandating or in his words, "forcing down our throats faggot marriages."
All through the lesson I felt as if my skin was on fire as I imagined what the preacher would think if he saw me splayed out with my legs opened wide under Joey being totally lost in his fuck. Despite myself, I got hard thinking about what that cock had done to me. I was beginning to get a little wet spot as the hour came to an end and had to slink away from my Sunday school classmates to our car before anyone would notice.
Mom had prepared a lunch of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans, typical southern fare. As we were finishing up, the doorbell rang. Dad answered and welcomed Joey in, offering him desert. Joey, declined stating that he'd come to get me as his Mom had prepared a Mandarin-style desert he wanted me to try.
I really wasn't sure if I should go with him. Frankly, I wasn't sure how I'd react around him and his parents. Would I still be his friend, Billy, or would he treat me as he did, Billie after the Prom? Still, there wasn't much I could do as my parents had every expectation, based on our past behavior, that I would generally do whatever Joey suggested.
Within minutes, we were in his car and driving to his house. Joey had a happy glow about him as he grabbed my left wrist and placed my hand in his lap so I could feel his raging hard on. "Did you miss me, Billie?" he said, "Because, as you can tell, I sure missed you!"
His cock felt obscene through the fabric of his Khaki slacks. He had a smart looking polo shirt opened at the chest and looked hot. Wait, did I just think that?
Initially, I didn't know what to say. I even, momentarily, contemplated taking my hand off his cock. However, as I almost involuntarily began to feel it, I couldn't help but recall the effect that amazing piece of man-meat had had when it first pierced my throat and then a little later, my clean-shaven and smooth boy-pussy. As my hand continued to feel it throb, my eyes also became glued to what it was handling causing Joey to laugh aloud and say, "I can see you really did miss me, or at least my cock!" And, if I had to admit it, he was right!
