Chattering Monkeys

Dark · Joined: 19 Apr 2007 Posts: 261

"Miru-channnn, something's bothering you, I know it!"

Yagami Miru wandered home with his twin sister after school, deep in thought. A small part of himself said it couldn't be, another said he had to have known all along. He felt confused...

What on Earth would his parent's think? Out of all four of their children, he was the only one? Would they disown him? He knew a guy at school that had been disowned. It scared poor Miru senseless.

But there was no denying it, he supposed. He wasn't really scared of the disowning part, honestly, he knew his mother or father would never be capable of such a thing...he just wondered if they'd be disappointed in him...

Yagami Rosa pursed her lips before tugging his ear to break his stupor. He yelped and pouted at her.

"Wha?" he whined.

"I totally asked you a question!" she exclaimed, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." he murmured sadly.

She crossed her arms as they walked into their castle-like home. Their parent's wouldn't be due home for hours and their older siblings had long been out on their own and married. He almost felt resentful of them...

Rosa sighed, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

He glanced at her sadly, wondering what Rosa would think if she knew...

He'd tell them, otherwise it'd eat him alive. He'd just have to wait for a while. Pasting on a smile, he shook his head.

"I know, Rosa! I'm fine, just tired. I'm going to go take a nap before mama and dad get here" he replied.

She stared at him, obviously not convinced, but nodded, "I'm going to watch television then..."

She wandered away towards the living room while he escaped to his. It had been a long, long day....

She wandered away towards the living room while he escaped to his. It had been a long, long day....

Taking a nap wasn't really what Miru planned to do, though it was an excuse for getting some time to himself. He trudged up the stairs with a weary mind and body from a long day of stressing over his issue. He was tired of thinking about it, prepared to forget about it all and relieve his tension. Heat was growing in his crotch already.

The boy had been trying to hide his erections all day, but now he could finally relax, knowing that the only other person in the house was downstairs, preoccupied. The friction of his underwear against the head of his penis as he walked up the stairs had made him shiver with excitement. Pre-cum stained both his underwear and his school uniform pants. There was no hiding that he was "pitching a tent," as the kids in school said, and he really was glad there was no one else around.

Miru slammed his bedroom door behind him, dropped his backpack and immediately began taking off his clothes. He relished the feeling of cool air against his naked body. He glanced behind him again to make sure the door was closed, but not locked, before reaching under his mattress. He had to slip his hand in as far as he could before he found the two items he was searching for: a folder filled with pictures of naked men and his favorite hand lotion.

Miru jumped on top of his bed, lying prone, enjoying the soft blanket against his length, and dumped the pictures next to him. His favorite showed two men, one on his knees and the other holding his larger-than-average penis in front of the other's face as he was having an orgasm. Semen covered the kneeling one's face, forehead, cheek and even a little in his eye. The picture next to it had two men, in the doggy-style, and French kissing.

Pre-cum was dripping down the boy's penis. He felt around his blanket for the lotion, found it and distributed a small dot of it into his palm. He rolled onto his back, grabbed his cock and began stroking slowly. The boy's body grew hot and he could feel himself blushing. Masturbation always felt wrong but for some reason, that just made it all the more pleasurable. The fan hummed above him and cooled his flushed body. Miru closed his eyes and started imagining himself as the men in the pictures. He wished he was the man on his knees in the first picture, having another man's erection in his face. The boy touched himself with his free hand as his mind continued to wander. He stroked and tickled his chest, squeezed his nipples, before he slipped his hand down his sides. He then began thinking about the second picture and wanted to be the man on the bottom with a man behind, penetrating him. Taking some lotion onto the fingertips of his free hand, Miru reached down between his legs. He rubbed his inner thighs, quickening his strokes. He moved his fingers in circles around his anus and slowly slipped his index and middle finger in.

Miru let out a little groan. He timed his stroking and his penetration, speeding up both at once. He shifted positions, supporting himself on just his feet and shoulders. He closed his eyes, his body quivered and face contorted with pleasure. It was difficult keeping his balance in this position, so he spread his legs further apart, allowing him to reach his fingers further into himself. There was a place deep inside that made the pleasure far more intense. He gripped his penis harder, rubbing faster. He could feel the pressure building up until finally, he couldn't hold it anymore. He opened his mouth and let out a gasp that was probably louder than he knew, loud enough for others to hear. And all at once, the pressure was released. He felt his cum pelt him in the chest and was surprised to feel it hit his own face. It seemed as if the orgasm would never end... Miru collapsed on his bed and sighed in relief.

He pulled his fingers out and took his tight grip off of his now flaccid penis. The cum on his face dripped down onto his lips and he licked it clean. It was a strange taste, but he felt aroused, consuming his own semen. Miru rolled onto his side and curled up. When he finally opened his eyes, his sister was standing in the doorway.

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Rosa was the type that she’d either be totally horrified or totally like, whatever, with what she’d seen. He was petrified at the answer.

But shockingly, it was a ‘like, whatever’ response.

“Miru is a guy” she sighed, reclined on the couch and watching television, “I’m sure you do a lot of things like that.”

She didn’t know the half of it…

“I’d still rather not have seen that though” her nose wrinkled.

He flustered, “Why’d you come in?”

“I thought you were crying…”

He groaned, blushing deeply before clearing his throat, “Uh, di-did you see what I was…looking at?”

“Rosa doesn’t look at porn” she said simply.

Letting out a breath of relief, he felt his secret was safe for a while longer…his mother peeked out from the kitchen at the two, calling them for dinner. Miru set his resolve. Tonight, tonight, he would tell them.

Koji and Popuri Yagami chatted with, mainly, Rosa about her day and what-not. He wasn’t listening though…and he really wasn’t all that hungry. He pondered what his father would think, what his mother would think, what his twin would think…it made him nauseous.

“Miru, is something bothering you?” questioned his mother, looking concerned.

“Huh?? Uh, no” he laughed sheepishly, “J-just not all that hungry…”

Koji, astute as ever, replied, “What’s on your mind?”

“N-nothing!” he quickly sputtered.

“Are you sure?” Koji hedged.

He couldn’t keep putting this off, it’d drive him insane. How could he say this?

“I’m gay!” he blurted.

Couldn’t argue with straight and to the point…his parents stared at him in stunned silence for a moment and Rosa had just cocked a brow. Koji was the first to find words.

“…What?”

“I’m…I’m gay” Miru whispered lowly, “I’m sorry…”

Koji frowned before shaking his head, “You…don’t have to be sorry about anything, Miru...you are what you are.”

Miru lifted his head hopefully, “Really…?”

“Of course” smiled his mother, “You’re still my baby.”

He dared a glance at Rosa who sighed, “Like Rosa didn’t know…”

A huge weight felt like it’d been lifted off his shoulders and he felt content, “Th-thanks…”

The rest of dinner was spent in a kind of awkward silence, however. No matter if they’d accepted it, it wasn’t going to be easy to start another topic after that...

Dark · Joined: 19 Apr 2007 Posts: 261

Miru had been eyeing Lukas’ bulge since they left the movie theatre. Miru couldn’t stand the tension any longer. On the way back to the car, Lukas grabbed Miru’s ass tightly. Miru instantly spun around and asked in a shocked voice, “What was that for?”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want me, Miru. Look at your hard-on!”

“I…I don’t know what to say…I mean I barely know you…uh…yes, Lucas, I do like you very much but…”

“Just fucking kiss me, Miru!”

Lukas grabbed Miru and pulled him tightly against his body. Miru held back and Lukas pushed Miru backwards onto the hood of a parked car just out front of the theatre. Miru was in shock. He had never experienced anything this intense before and he could feel his heart pounding – sweat was building up on his palms. Lukas pinned Miru to the hood of the car and moved up right between Miru’s now spread legs. Miru had wished he hadn’t worn his tightest pair of jeans. They were getting uncomfortable and Lukas’s hands gripping his thighs weren’t making things feel any better. Lukas made his move. He leaned down and Miru leaned up. They met somewhere in the middle, kissing passionately in the dark movie lot…

Lukas pushed the front passenger seat forward and pushed Miru into the back seat. Miru groaned as he landed on the back seat, his legs twisted awkwardly. Lukas crawled into the back seat and straddled looking into Miru’s eyes making sure that what he was about to do was a good idea. Miru smiled gingerly and Lukas knew what he had to do. Lukas pulled Miru’s t-shirt off, crumpled it up and tossed it into the front seat. Miru’s belly was moving in and out quickly – his breathing was rapid. Lukas started sucking on Miru’s neck and Miru pushed him off and told him not to leave a hickey – afraid that his parents would notice. Lukas moved downward, leaving a trail of warm kisses all the down Miru’s chest. Lukas began to squeeze Miru’s nipples gently and Miru giggled. Then, pressing firmly down on Miru’s crotch with both of his hands, Lukas ripped Miru’s pants open with his teeth. Miru was impressed and giggled again. Lukas started tickling Miru around the waist just above his pubic line. He tugged Miru’s pants and underwear down so that they sat around his ankles and held his legs together at the bottom. Lukas snuggled in between Miru’s legs and then sat Miru on his lap. They kissed again and then hugged for a long time. Miru was very warm kicked off his which were irritating him. Lukas couldn’t wait any longer. He undid his belt and unbuttoned the front of his pants, revealing himself to Miru. Lukas felt around Miru and found his anus. Lukas inserted his middle finger firmly and Miru squirmed and then Lukas kissed him. Lukas fingered Miru while simultaneously jacking him off. Finally, Lukas penetrated Miru. Miru instantly let out a heavy sigh in ecstasy and Lukas placed his hands on Miru’s waist, moving him up and down.

Orpheus · Joined: 20 Apr 2007 Posts: 250

((I decided to write the scene after the coming out scene, but before he meets Lukas (setting up the scene where he meets Lukas))

“What does it mean to be gay?” When typed into a search engine, that phrase brings up a myriad of results, including a zoological website about Artie the Gay Lion, several websites about why God hates homosexuals, a list of a hundred famous gay farmers, and, what Miru found most interesting, gay porn sites. Despite his interest in the male anatomy, it didn’t answer his inquiry. What does it mean to be gay? Did he have to change the clothes he wore? Did he have to change the way he talked or the people he consorted with? Did he actually have to change his entire lifestyle, or, was he in fact straight and just going through a phase that will end in a couple of months?

He could just imagine the conversation with his parents if it did turn out to be a phase. “Oh Mother, dearest Mother, you don’t have to worry anymore. I’m not a dirty, rotten homosexual. It was but a joke.”

“Oh my sweet little dear, I have never been so happy,” his sarcastic imaginary mother replied. “I’ll stop pretending I’m not your mother when we go to market together. Would you like a cookie?”

His mother wasn’t really that bad, though Miru often worried about what they thought about him and what they said about him to others. His father seemed distant, almost near avoidant, ever since Miru’s coming out. However, Miru was never close to his father. Perhaps he wasn’t being avoidant and Miru was just being paranoid.

Now that he had established a faulty conclusion of his parents’ state of mind, Miru was curious as to how the rest of the world viewed him. He aimed his spearhead-like cursor over to “Why God Hates Homosexuals” and stabbed it. What followed was a documentary the length of his dick, as he liked to say to himself and his small circles of friends. There were dozens of accusations about homosexuals causing terrorist events, how tsunamis and hurricanes were because of homosexuals angering God, accusing homosexuals for all the murders in the world, saying it was part of the gay agenda. “Just wait until you see my agenda,” mumbled the boy, emptily threatening. He was starting to get bored with the internet and everyone associated with it, and Miru had a habit of expressing his boredom melodramatically, even when no one else was around. His eyes drooped, his jaw slackened and he resorted to propping his head up with his arm. He snored a bit, mocking sleep for no reason other than to entertain himself.

“Miru-chaaaaan!”

Miru’s hand slipped, causing him to fall face-first into the desktop monitor, knocking the thing over. He quickly struggled to set it up again and closed all of the windows before his sister could walk in and see what he had been looking at.

She was at the door. “Miru-chan, were you playing with yourself again?”

“Rosa, can’t you at least pretend you didn’t walk in on me that one time?” His sister never let him forget anything embarrassing.

“Mother wouldn’t be happy if she knew you looked at boys online.”

The boy was getting flustered. “I wasn’t…” he paused, “What do you want, anyway?”

“Rosa wants to go downtown! You promised you’d take the bus with me to go downtown.” She poked him in the chest teasingly.

“I said ‘I promise I’ll go downtown with you if you don’t talk in the third person today’ and you’ve already ruined that deal.”

“Rosa will make you a new deal. Either you go downtown with me willingly or I’ll put a leash around your neck and force you to come with me. Everyone knows I’m stronger than you are!” It was sad, but she was right. It became painfully obvious that Rosa was stronger than Miru when she first learned about arm wrestling and challenged every boy at the school. Then a sudden image of himself in a leash flashed in his mind and reminded him of some videos he has seen online. Heat immediately grew in his loins. He might have to try that out someday, but definitely not with his sister.

“Fine, I’ll go. Can you at least try not to talk in the third person?”

“Rosa doesn’t think so.”