It has been several years since I updated the original stories. This one was done by my stepson with a little help from me. As always comments to dimiandjoey@mail.com. My writing resembles the technique in the Godfather series; now we are into the children's generation.
Now I Know I am not Alone - Alan's Epiphany
It has been a little over two years since my dad wrote any stories for Now I know I Am Not Alone. I guess it is my turn and what I want to do is tell others about what I have learned about being a gay teen and the troubles that it can cause if you are not careful. Most of what I have learned has come from my dad, Joe Zenakis. He did not lecture me but sort of hinted at the way I should approach thngs. I could not believe that my brother Matt had ratted on me but in the long run it worked in my favor.
If it were not for that I would never have learned of the love between my dad and Dimi and the scarey consequenes of that love. I will never forget that night in Greece when I made love to my step-father: First I masturbated right in front of him and all he did was give me a cleanex to clean up my cum, and then he told me the story of his love for Dimi and how he had been destroyed by bigotry and people exploiting his homosexuality. He showed me pictures of Dimi's bruised and beatten body, of his half-chewed foreskin, and swollen asshole, the belt marks all over his body, and pictures of the dead Russian boy-- all of which almost made me thrown up.
How could anyone do something like that stuff to a kid? He told me of his conversation with his old friend Costas, who told him that pictures can be deceiving. Anytime you see a picture of two boys making love, there is always a third person that the picture does not show-the photographer, That fact by itself almost always removes the act from love and places it instead in a frame that my dad, Joe Zenakis, called beastiality. The participants were doing it only for money, drugs, or some other peverse reason, but not for love.
"One picture is worth a thousand words, but one act of true love is genuine and eternal," he always used to say. He told me never to let anyone take a picture of me masturbating or making love to another boy, no matter what excuse the other person gave. So many boys become trapped in a world they cannot comprehend and before they realize it, it is too late to excape. It happened to Dimi and it can happen to anyone.
There was a case on TV recently that got me concerned about a boy named Justin, who started doing pornography when he was thirteen years old. He became quite a porno star and when his friend got a hold of some of his tapes, he decided to move to Mexico to be with his father, who later helped him produce more porno videos in that country. I think the whole thing sounds fishy. He suddenly decided to rat everyone out when he turned eighteen. I think he was just trying to avoid getting nailed as an adult. He turned on all the people who had paid him for sex. He said he flew to Las Vegas to meet one of his clients and that guy "molested" him. He did not run away, but instead stayed and had his fun with the guy and let him set him up in an apartment to continue making his movies. Sure does not sound like he was moslested to me. I think he was a shrewd businessman who knew how to turn a profit. I wonder to this day how much money he has in the bank from his peformances?
Anyway, back to my story. I had stayed alone for two years, not touching any boy or girl for that mattter. I was alone, hoping that I would find my one true love like my stepfather had done. All I did was dream and masturbate.
One time my dad came into my room while I was doing it and he got real mad. He told me that the way I was doing it was very bad. I had gotten into the habit of humping my bed, thrusting my penis against the mattress with my face down on the mattress. Dad told me that that was very bad, something called TMS, which could cause problems later on getting erections and having and orgasm inside someone. He insisted that I roll over and use my hand to stimulate myself. I, of course, complied immediately.
"He's beauftiful, I thought to myself." As I looked at the new boy who had just transferred into Lemon Bay High School from up north.
"Hi," I introduced myself during lunch breakon the last day of school. My name is Alan Zenakis. I live in Venice.
"Hi" came the mechanical reply of a beweldered new kid. "My name Is Bryce Lippert. I come from New York State, but now I live in Venice too."
He looked like a young god. Blonde crew cut, a slender frame, and muscular but not althleticly muscular. He seemed very shy. He kept one hand in his pocket and then I noticed that he was playing with himself!
"Where do you live?" I asked, and he replied, "Off of East Venice Avenue. I immediately concluded that he must live very close to me.
"Want to hang out together? I go to the pool and beach every day, and I can show you around town?"
"Sure"came his immediate reply.
""Hey, wanna go to the gym tomorrow? I have a membership at the Venice Family Fitness? They have everything there pool, equipment, sauna, and whirl pool."
"Cool! Said Bryce, showing some emotion for the first time.
" Excellent, I'll meet you here at 9 AM tomorrow. Be sure to bring your bathing suit!"
There was something that I could not get out of my mind about Bryce. Soemthing that kept knawing at my subconscious. Almost immediately I found myself fanatsizing about what what hidden beneath his shorts and longed to see them. Of course, the more I thought, the more aroused I became and then just before I went to sleep, I masturbated, lying on my back as dad had suggested. I never really felt attracted like this before.
9AM arrived quickly and Bryce was there waiting for me and off we went to the gym. We went immediately to the locker room to change, but I was unable to get a good look at what I wanted to see. We swam for about and hour and then I suggested the sauna. We were the only ones in there. I took off by bathing suit first and sat down on the wooden bench. Bryce was a little hesitant about it but the he removed his bathing suit. I could
see that he was uncircumcised and appeared to be slightly aroused. I also noticed that he could not take his eyes off my semi erect penis. I was almost tempted to ask him if he like what he saw.
We spent the good part of the day at they gym, working out, swimming and having fun. About four o'clock in the afternoon, I asked him if he wanted to stay over my house that night. He seemed excited but said he would have to ask his mother about it. A quick phone call from the gym resolved that question. He was allowed to stay overnight.
That night was quiet because mom was up in Tarpon Springs with my little brother Dimi visiting giagia and she Matt with her. When I got home, dad was already there. He was studying for his degree at Manatee Community College.
"HI Dad, " I said happily. "This is Bryce Lippert, a new kid in town. If it is ok with you he is gonna stay here tonight so we can get an early start tomorrow."
"No probem for me," I said.
By the time we finished dinner and watched some TV it was already 9PM and I suggested that we crash early. Bryce went to Matt's room. I gave him a set of pajamas but he said he only slept in his underwear.
"Cool" I said. "That is the same way I sleep!"
Dad was up the next morning at 6 AM and has breakfast ready for us. Sleepyeyed, we stumbled from out rooms to eat. A we put out spoons in our cereal, Dad was out the door, saying have good day. I looked at Bryce.
"You still tired?" I moaned.
"yup," came his reply.
"Let's go back to bed for another hour or so. This is too early." I suggested.
AS Bryce turned into Matt's room, I followed him saying, "I'm going to bunk
with you if you don't mind."
"no problemo," he replied.
We Climbed under the blanket together. Since it was a single bed, it was a bit cramped so I put my right arm on his pillow behind his neck.
"Comfy?" I asked.
"yup," was his only reply.
I laid my head on his shoulder and keptt my other hand at my side.
As we lay there, I said, "you know, Bryce, you are special to me. I liked
you from the beginning. I like you a lot. I can't explain it. There is a special feeling when I am with you."
"Me too," said Bryce softly, almost whispering.
Although my very soul was trembling, I kissed his shoulder with my lips and then began thrusting my tongue into the space between his shoulder and torso. Immediately, he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Without saying a word, I reached over with my left hand and began massaging and pinching his left breast.
After a minute or two, he said, "Are you having fun?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll Stop right now." I replied apologetically.
"Keep doing it. I love it." He whispered.
I leaned over and French kissed him, while my left hand went lower on his abdomen and began rubbing and fingering his belly button. He reached over with is left and and began rubbing the cheeks of my buttocks I noticed that he had begun thrusting with his hips. I decided that it was time to lose the blanket and I pulled it off of us. AS we both thrusted harder, we pulled off our boxer shorts and began stroking and sucking each other. I could not believe it was happening.
Panting, I asked, "How far do you want to go?"
"All the way" was his gasping answer.
I stopped and said, "well, if that is what you want then we are gonna need condoms and we also have to take enemas. Anal sex is no good without an enema."
I led in him into the small bathroom, filled an enmea ba with luke-warm water and sat on the toilet and laid him on my lap face down. Since he had never had one before I told him what to expect. I could feel his dick throbbing as I prepared a plug of toilet paper to hold the water in him just long enough for his to get up and get to the toilet. I then released the clip on the enema hose.
""Oh, wow" was his only comment. When the bag emptied, I removed the nozzle and quickly replaced it with the toilet paper plug. I warned him he had to make it to the pot very quickly, which he did. After he had emptied himself, it was my turn on his lap then my turn on the toilet. My dick also throbbed with anticipation.
"That felt great by itself!" He howled as I positioned myself in his lap. He played with my dick while I was taking the enema, which felt great!When we had finished cleaning ourselves out, we went back to Matt's room.
I took a detour to my room to pick up some condoms and some KY. We were ready for love. I put the comdom on and generously lubed it with KY and then applied a generous amount to Bryce's butt. When I could get three fingers in, I knew he was ready. As I rememebered what dad had told me years ago, I pushed out with my anus as he straddled me facing forward, poistioned himself over my dick and slowly lowered himself on to me. I was pleased when he was able to take me all the way. He began thrusting up and down, slowly at first and then more frantically as his orgasm approached. He then fell forward on me, kissing and biting my nipples in the final throes of his orgasm. We switched positions, and I did him "doggie style," my favorite position. That way, it was easier for me to jerk him off and fucked him too. Following the old tradition of my father and Dimi, we removed out condoms and drank each other's sperm, so that we each possessed part of the other.
"You are the first boy I have had sex with and I don't want to have sex with anyone but you. I love you." Said Bryce.
"I feel the same way," Alan replied. "We are forever." I prayed that after two years I had found the love of my life the same way my dad had found Dimi. Only time would tell if my prayer had been answered.
Alan Xenakis, Venice, Florida, July 6, 2006.
*********to be continued