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Something special	By : fundamellie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pet Shop Boys Views: 1028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Another fortnight had passed and Stefan was still almost as confused as on the day he went to Neil’s flat to tell him he was in love with him. It wasn’t that he regretted his decision but he feared that Neil would expect more from him than just the kissing and cuddling he felt comfortable with. He felt like a total babe, not having a clue what he was supposed to do. Okay, he had had sex with his girlfriend but she had only been 2 years older than him and had not been that experienced either but with Neil that was an entirely different story. Those 20 years that stood between them surely meant a lot more relations and lot more sexual experiences as well.
Stefan only had a very vague idea what guys were supposed to do in bed but because he was curious and did not want to disappoint his new lover, he went to the only person he considered an expert on such matters: Kevin.
He was ringing the bell of the place where Kevin was staying at the moment.
Kevin had told Stefan some complicated story about a friend’s friend who was on a long holiday and had allowed Kevin to stay in the flat without having to pay rent.
Stefan thought it all sounded highly unbelievable but had decided he did not want to know any more details in case Kevin was involved in something not quite legal.
The boy was shifting his weight from one foot to the other; feeling like everybody could read what was on his mind. Even on his way here he had had the impression that people were thinking: ‘Oh, this is the boy who wants to know about filthy sexual practices’ whenever somebody had looked at him.
After a couple of minutes he heard noises from within and shortly afterwards Kevin opened the door. He looked a little dishevelled, wearing only not quite clean boxer shorts which revealed more than they hid; his hair a tangled mess, bloodshot eyes and such a boozy breath that Stefan thought he was going to feel tipsy from just smelling it.
“What’s happening?” Kevin demanded, swaying just a little. Then his eyes focused on Stefan and recognition dawned on his face.
“Oh, hi, Steve! Cool that you drop by. Come in!” He let Stefan into the flat, letting the door fall shut with a bang.
“Don’t mind the mess; we had a bit of a party last night!”
Stefan followed him down the hallway into the living room, He felt somewhat ill at ease, like an intruder. Besides the place looked more like a garbage dump than a simple mess. Heaps of used clothes were lining the walls, mixed with stacks of pizza boxes; beer and coke tins and leftover food which Stefan did not want to have a closer look at. The living room was almost tidy in comparison; only the dining table was stuffed with magazines, take-away dishes and half-empty bottles.
Kevin slumped down on the sofa, leaving Stefan the option to choose from three easy chairs. He chose the one closest to Kevin and faced his friend.
“Hey sorry, do you want anything to drink?” Kevin offered. “Problem is, I just have beer left.”
“No, thanks. I actually wanted to ask you something. I need your advice, Kev.”
“My advice?” Kevin laughed “Y’must be pretty desperate if you ask me for advice instead of Neil.”
“Well, it’s personal and you’re my best friend here so I thought I better ask you. But please don’t tell anybody about it, okay?”
“Okay, I promise. So, what’s up?”
“I’m in love with someone and… and we’re kind of together and…”
“Hey, but that’s cool!” Kevin exclaimed, grinning widely. “Who is she? Do I know her? You must introduce us!”
“Wait, wait,” Stefan interrupted. “It’s not a she, it’s a he and you don’t know him,” he lied. Somehow he feared that Kevin would not be that supportive if he found out that Stefan was talking about Neil. After all, Kevin had been living with Neil at some point, they had had a kind of lose affair and Stefan knew Kevin to be quite a jealous person.
“Wow, now that’s new!” his friend gasped.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Stefan sighed. “I bet you want to know everything, huh?”
“Sure thing, mate!”
Stefan rolled his eyes and curled himself up on the easy chair.
“Okay… I met him during one of my classes. He’s also studying art, you see. We met over lunch and talked a lot. About our ideas and so on. And he kept asking me out all the time and I liked meeting him and a couple of weeks ago he kissed me. He was very embarrassed about it and did not talk to me for a while. Thinking I was just interested in girls and that I would be disgusted or something like that.”
Kevin laughed so hard by now it looked as if he was crying, tears running down his face. Stefan tried to ignore him as best he could and just went on with his little story.
“The thing is, I did not mind that he kissed me. I was confused, but I felt lonely without him. So, we worked things out now and we’re together and I don’t know what to do.”
Kevin had stopped laughing and just stared at his friend open-mouthed.
“How do you mean? You don’t know what to do? Like if you should go on seeing him or what?”
“No,” Stefan shook his head wearily. “No, I like to be together with him. The thing is, he is older than me and… and more experienced and I don’t have a clue what he expects… You know, sex and so on.” The boy felt his cheeks burn again and wished that he just would not blush all the time; it was becoming something like his trademark.
“So you haven’t…? I meant, you did not… go to bed with him yet?” Kevin asked, disbelieve clearly written all over his face.
“No, maybe you can tell me some things about gay sex.”
“Right!” Kevin said, sitting up straight on the sofa, trying not to laugh out loud again. Stefan studied him secretly and wondered if it was normal that he did not find his friend attractive at all. He did not like Kevin’s thick dark hair that covered most of his chest, his arms and legs and even his back. He was also not too keen on Kevin’s muscles and his sun shop tan.
Kevin adopted his best commanding look and began:
“Hmm, you’re not a virgin. You said you had sex with your girlfriend. What did you do with her then?”
“Oh, Kevin, please! This does not have anything to do with that. It’s not your business what I used to do with her!”
“But it is! You want advice about how to have sex with that guy, I have to know what kind of level you’re on! Simple as that. Just answer the questions.”
Stefan sighed, already regretting he had begun this discussion at all but Kevin ignored him and went on.
“You fucked her?”
Steve just nodded.
“You touched her down there? She gave you blowjobs?”
Stefan nodded some more.
“Did you take her from behind? Do you wank?”
This time Stefan shook his head at both questions.
“You don’t wank?” Kevin stared at him again, shaking his head in an exaggerated fashion, as if thinking: ‘My God, if he does not jerk off there must be something seriously wrong with him.’
“Okay, that’s, uhm, kinda basic.” Kevin concluded. “But at least you know about blowjobs. You know, you should possibly just start with that. Let him give you a blowjob, that’ll give you some idea how to give head yourself. Main thing is, do not use your teeth. That hurts. Try to draw his dick in as far as you can and suck hard. Or lick the tip first and then work your way down to the balls. Repeat that a couple of times. They usually like that. Try not to choke when you swallow the sperm or if you’re not sure about his status, use a rubber.”
Now it was Stefan’s turn to stare at Kevin in disbelieve and horror. Sperm. Balls.
It all did not sound very appealing. The boy suppressed a shudder and focused on the more practical things. “What do you mean with ‘his status’?”
“HIV-Status, babe. If you don’t know for sure he’s negative you should not fuck without a rubber, but you sure know that in Germany as well, don’t you?” Kevin explained smugly.
Stefan nodded again. “Of course I know about this. I just didn’t know the expression. Isn’t it awful to have someone’s penis in your mouth? I mean, how can you breathe?”
Kevin giggled. “Did your girlfriend complain? Well, if your guy does not have the world’s biggest prick I would not worry about it. It’s like with everything: Learning by doing. You’ll see. Is he a top or a bottom?”
“A… what?” Stefan was getting more and more confused.
“Top or bottom. Does he like fucking or does he prefer getting fucked?”
Stefan blushed again and could just marvel at Kevin’s lack of inhibition. He just seemed perfectly at ease talking about sex and body parts and practices. It was really strange.
“I didn’t ask him. Why is that so important?”
Kevin sighed and went on in a tone that one would use to explain something really obvious to a retarded child.
“It obviously matters because you will have to be either top or bottom, depending on what he likes best. Some guys don’t like being fucked because they think it shows weakness but I think it’s crap. Oh, and it doesn’t hurt so much. Well, after you got used to it, I suppose.”
“Hurt? It hurts being… fucked?”
“What do you think? It’s like with girls. When you’re not used to being fucked you’re tighter and when you’re tighter it can hurt. At least you don’t have to worry about losing your maidenhead.”
“Maidenhead?” Stefan looked at his friend enquiringly but Kevin just shook his head.
“Forget it. You know, I was thinking… Maybe it would be the best if you just watched first.” Kevin grinned, obviously very pleased with his idea.
“No, no,” Stefan tried to dissuade him. “I don’t think I wanna watch you and your Marc… doing things.”
“Hey, I hadn’t thought of that. But cool idea, I’m sure Marc wouldn’t mind having spectators. Just say, if you change your mind. Would be quite sexy knowing you’re watching. But no, I just thought you should watch some porn. Y’know to give you some idea…”
Stefan closed his eyes. This all was going horribly wrong. Next Kevin would suggest he should practice with him.
“I’ve got some here; we can watch it together if you like.”
Kevin was already on his feet, going through some piles of videocassettes that had been left lying around on the floor. He picked one up, smiled triumphantly at Stefan and switched the TV and video recorder on.
“I guess, I’d rather watch it alone, Kev.” Steve almost whispered.
“Oh. Okay, I‘ll take a shower then. There are some Kleenex in the kitchen.”
Stefan stared after his friend for a moment. Kleenex? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
By now the credits had finished on the screen and the action was about to start. Stefan felt very strange, both nervous and thrilled but mostly slightly horrified.
The guys in the movie had stupid names like Mark Hunter and Jeffery Players and Stefan did not find any of them remotely attractive. They were broad shouldered, tall and very well muscled, showing off their oiled bodies in bodybuilder poses.
Then there were the close up shots of their dicks, showing how they twitched and jerked while they were being worked at. Fists closed tightly around the erections, moving up and down the shafts. The tips, exposed of the foreskin looking red and swollen. Thick white liquid oozing out of it in heavy droplets. Mouths closing over huge cocks, sucking on the hard flesh, leaving the shafts wet with spit and pre-cum.
Stefan watched wide-eyed with an increasingly sickly feeling in his stomach.
Now one was taking position behind his lover. The close up of his dick moving slowly into the other man’s ass filled the screen and Stefan decided he had seen enough. With once more burning cheeks he switched off the TV and called out for Kevin.
“I have to go now; I’m late for my courses!”
He did not wait for his friend’s reply. He just wanted to get out of this flat, away from all of this talk about sex, from these images that now filled his head. Right now he was convinced he would never ever want to do any of this stuff.
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