True Feelings
Chapter 2: A Revolution of Ideals
Disclaimer: I am not Tecmo, nor Team Ninja, thus I do not own the Dead or Alive franchise or anything remotely related.
Once I entered my small apartment, I sat on my bed. I glanced over at the TV and decided to watch it.
"Where's that remote?" I asked myself aloud. I looked around the room for the small device, so I could watch the news. I looked in my bed, on my nightstand, on the shelves that sat on the far end of the quaint room, I couldn't find it. "Humph. I guess I won't watch TV," I told myself as I quickly decided against actually walking over to the TV to turn it on.
I lay on my bed with my head resting on my relaxed hands. Trying to push all the little thoughts out of my mind in order to relax, I calmed down from my restless day. I learned this technique from Genfu, an old man who seems to know exactly what he wants and how to get it, during the last competition. Suddenly, I thought of my time at Zack's. How I got a hard-on when I thought of him fucking me.
Sitting up, I realized. "I like men!" My mind raced over all of my memories of things in my life that may have told me this new information sooner.
During my time in the locker rooms at my high school, I could sometimes see the other boys' dicks dangling in the air in front of me while they took showers or talked to each other while wearing their very revealing mesh jock straps, and I felt horny after seeing this display of bodies. Sometimes at my job as a bouncer, I would have to stop men from cheating on their wives and having sex with a hostess at the club. The men would sometimes start to try to do me with their large, erect penises coming out of their pants. Many times, I would get a hard on during this act. At camp when I was just an average teenager, my friends and I would jack off together, stroking our own and each other's dicks. I guess I should have known that there was a deeper meaning to when I got more exited and had longer and more powerful orgasms when stroking another boy's dick and having him, in turn, masturbate my own.
I looked through my small porn magazine collection in my closet. I remembered that when I was on the internet buying a fifteen magazine set, I immediately bought it after I saw a picture of a naked man with a member the size of a ruler and an African American man playing with his balls under a tree, on one of the covers. When that shipment came I made promised myself I would jack off to each of the magazines at least once. I had closed my eyes and subconsciously picked that same magazine to start out with. It was about dick length and techniques on pleasuring yourself along with a three-dimensional bookmark that was designed to look and feel just like a long, throbbing dick. I went through all of the porn magazines once and than reread the magazine again and again. I should have known that I wanted to have the well-hung men in those pictures.
Grabbing the magazine with the nude men on the cover, I put it on my bed and slipped off my socks. I opened the magazine to a life-size centerfold of a man about my age with an endowment of nine inches, large compared to my measly seven and a half inches of meat. I threw my socks over onto my dresser and pulled off my white tank top and jeans.
My cock jetted out of my body and made a tent out of my boxers. I slid my boxers down my toned ass and legs and dropped my clothes onto my windowsill. Lying down on my bed, my right hand started to play with my pecker while my left hand slid the cock shaped bookmark into my mouth and back out, thrusting forward and backward till I poked it, now primitively lubricated, into my asshole. I tried to imitate my thoughts on how a man would fuck another man.
I started jacking off quicker and quicker and than slowed down for a moment while looking at the muscular man on the poster. I thrust the false dick that I imagined was his into and out of my asshole at the same quickened pace of my hand going to the top and then to the bottom of my hot dick. My body went through surges of pleasure once I rose to my orgasm and I slowed down my hand and came on my chest. My orgasm felt like it would never stop as I kept on coming onto my chest; my salty liquid shooting out of me quickly. I finally stopped ejaculating and I felt the best I had ever felt after pleasuring myself ever. I looked at how much cum came out of my pecker and I noticed it wasn't an inhumanly large amount.
I walked into the bathroom adjoining my bedroom and pissed while I turned on my shower with the hand that I wasn't using to aim with. I finished up and jumped into the shower. I put in my shampoo and conditioner while I thought of the day's odd events. Then, I got out of the shower and lathered my body with soap and lightly played with my now soft penis. I soaped up two of my fingers and I thrust them up my ass to clean the saliva out and to give myself added pleasure. I rinsed off and climbed out of the shower. Pulling a towel around my waist I dried my hair and body with another towel and put both towels in my laundry pile next to the door.
Naked, I went to the kitchen, sat at the counter, and had a glass of ice water before putting my clothes and towels into the laundry, putting my porn collection away, and slipping into bed. I fell asleep almost immediately.
I woke up the next day feeling cold. It was about six 'o'clock in the morning. I sat up and rubbed my eyes while thinking about my schedule for the day. Hopping into the shower, I remembered it was a work day. I showered and than stood in front of my sink and began to shave my face, chest, legs, and arms. I looked down and asked myself if I wanted to shave the hairy area around my dick and on my nuts. After I thought that I would look like a buffed up ten year old if I shaved my pubic hair, I went to my room and put on my suit for work that day. I heard my stomach growl, so I went to the kitchen and made myself a small breakfast of cereal and a granola bar. With that, I hurried out of the apartment complex and to my place of work, The Club of Chang.
At work, my mind kept on thinking about why I turned out to be gay, when I should come out to people, and how I should come out to them. I was so tied over thinking about this new revelation, that during a normal day fight I had with someone who was trying to steal alcoholic drinks I got a bruise on my left thigh when normally I wouldn't get any kind of marking at all.
That night I opened my apartment door and walked into my room while thinking about the fight and injury that never should have happened. Suddenly, I saw a girl sitting on my bed wearing a blue Chinese miniskirt and matching top. It was Leifang.
"I want you to tell me something that will end my worrying and make me not have to stay awake all through the night," Leifang said in a commanding tone. "Do you love me or not? I've always thought you did, but now since you haven't said anything about it, I don't know. Answer me."
I heard her and I knew what I would have to say. "Um…" I stuttered. I had to come out and say it. "I did till just last night. You see, well, I found out I like guys."
"I don't care! Hang out with your stupid little friends all you want, it doesn't matter to me," she said, missing the point.
"No, I am gay." I said uneasily, trying to be blunt but still subtle. I missed the subtle part by a long shot.
"What did you say?!" Leifang was shocked. Seeing her like this made me wish I didn't say it. "I come here for you to finally confess your deep and passionate love to me, and you tell me that you like cocks!"
"Listen, I did think I loved you, but I now think that I just wanted to be your friend. Now I know I don't love anyone romantically," I tried to ease her madness.
She paused and calmed down. "Wait, no. It can't be helped and it isn't like it needs to be helped. I am behind you 100%." I sighed and she hugged me. "I actually have quite a few friends that are gay that I could set you up with."
"Well, I'm glad you understand," I told her. She must have still cared about me when she blew up at me, or else she would still be mad.
"Humph," she said as she tilted her head to one side and smiled. She cooked me dinner and we talked about ourselves and our ideas over it. We actually became good friends in the course of one meal. Of course, there were many times we talked before, but we had acted as enemies all of those times.
She left at nine 'o'clock after dessert and watching a program about interior decorating. I took off my clothes and quickly fell asleep on the couch. That night, I had a dream of me sucking on a long and erect penis. I looked at my own dick and than at, the owner of the cock I was licking, Hayate. Instantly I started thrusting my pelvis and came. I woke up the next morning with semen on my chest and neck and a vivid dream stuck in my head. When I was a teenager I remember I had many wet dreams. All of which had men in them. I always just thought that it was because I wanted to see if my dick was the same size as all the other boys'.
I took a short shower and ate a large breakfast before dressing and than leaving the apartment. I walked down to the fifth floor of the apartment complex, a large cafeteria, pool, and dumpsters, when I saw Hayate.
He was ordering breakfast from the cooks at the cafeteria with an open blue robe revealing a white bikini swim suit underneath. I watched him from a long distance away as he put his robe down with his waffles and went to the pool that was empty other than water.
He had fully toned upper and lower body muscles along with a great looking ass that was revealed my a thong-back. He walked into the pool, sat down for a moment, and stood up in the two foot high water. The white bikini bottoms showed his light skin tone underneath his briefs at his hips and showed a large outline of his dick and balls at his crotch. He got out of the pool and walked towards me. I sweated as I watched him walk over wearing his revealing little swimsuit. He smiled casually as he saw me.
I think he knew what I was looking at, judging by his pace. I casually walked into a room you could rent out for conferences, hoping to calm down. Shutting the door behind me, I breathed in deeply to relieve my stress.
"Hello? Are you in there, Jann Lee?" I heard Hayate say. I could have sworn I heard some kind of wish in the tone he used to say this.
Next time on True Feelings:
"True Feelings – Chapter 3: New Interaction"
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Author Notes: I was intending for this chapter to be less smutty than the last one, but it turned out to be about the same. As you might see, I am going to start a relationship up for Jann Lee. Wish him luck! Please RR!
-Naozumi Izumi Chou!