Date: Fri, 07 Jul 2006 15:56:59 -0500
From: Dimi and Joey
Subject: Now I Know I am Not Alone, Part 7: Alan's Epiphany (Revised)
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.
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Now I Know I am not Alone - Alan's Epiphany
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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.
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