Gay Sex Stories

One Glorious Weekend

2009-08-02T02:44:00.000-07:00

The dorm was almost empty. The few friends I had made during my
freshman year had gone home or to Florida for the traditional spring
break revelry.

My room mate in the dorm had gone home to Long Island. Going home to
Wyoming was out of the question for me since my parents were scrimping
to pay my college expenses and couldn't afford plane fare. My room
mate invited me to his house for the week but I declined. His constant
arrogance and subtle insults about living on a ranch in "Indian
territory" was tolerable only in small doses. Spending a week with him
would be more than I could endure.

Months before, I had looked forward to the peace and quiet of Christmas
Break after a grueling period of classes and far more homework than I
had expected. Being alone at Christmas time was difficult but I caught
up on my homework and even got a little ahead in the assigned reading.
I spent some time, in spite of the cold weather, as a tourist,
exploring a rich variety of the big city attractions -- at least those
I could afford. Spring break, being shorter and warmer promised to be
more enjoyable.

By Wednesday, however, boredom crept in. I had finished all my course
assignments and could do no more until the profs laid on more. I had
even read for pleasure a couple of books that I hadn't had time to get
to. What would I do that evening? I had a wicked thought. I would do
something that I had always wanted to do but never had the opportunity.

I took the subway down to Times Square. At that time, many years ago,
42nd street hosted a number of adult book stores and small theaters
showing X-rated films. I intended to see a porno movie but after
roaming around for a long time, I saw from the marquees and posters
that all the films featured women, sometimes servicing men and
sometimes each other. That's not what I wanted.

I had known for a long time that I was different. I was not attracted
to girls and what I wanted was to find someone like me who was also
different. I had researched what little there was to be found about
homosexuality in the public library. (The school library had been
"cleansed" and this was long before the Internet.) I therefore knew
there were men out there like me although, like me, almost all of them
hid their true identity from the public. One day, I hoped, I would
find one.

Having given up on the movie theaters, I ventured into an adult book
store. Perhaps I could find something there to interest me. Upon
entering, a raspy voice challenged my presence. "How old are you,
kid?"

I looked up and found the source of the voice. A grizzly old man
seated on a platform behind a high counter was glaring at me.
"Eighteen," I replied.

"Don't look it," he growled. "Lemme see yur ID."

I pulled out my Wyoming driver's license and showed it to him. He
studied it through his bifocals, seemed to concentrate on doing the
simple math, but finally snarled, "OK. Yur eighteen. Wyoming, huh?
Never met anybody from Wyoming."

He handed the license back to me. I had become accustomed to people's
reaction when they learned where I lived. I had even developed both
polite and sarcastic rejoinders depending on the situation but I just
took the license and walked down a narrow aisle in the crowded shop.

After ten minutes, it became clear that I would not find what I was
looking for. There were some dildos and other toys that I found
fascinating but the prices were unbelievably high. The magazines were
also pricey but I would have paid for one if it was what I was looking
for. I walked out of the store disappointed and frustrated. I roamed
around Times Square for a while just to kill time and then took the
subway back to 116th Street.

Back in the dorm, I showered off the city grim. Taking advantage of
there being virtually no one in the dorm, I leisurely jerked off in the
shower before returning to my room. It was still early, not quite ten,
but I climbed into bed and fell asleep wishing I had found what I was
looking for downtown.

The next day was warm. I put on gym shorts, a tee shirt, and sneakers
and walked over to Riverside Park to enjoy the weather and a good book.
I hoped that a little reading would dispel my loneliness. I found a
grassy area, stripped off my shirt to restore my tan, and laid down on
my stomach to read.

Several minutes later, I was startled by a voice right next to me.
"That must be a very good book," it said.

I looked up and saw a teenager sitting on the grass next to me. He had
the complexion, jet-black hair, and features of a Latino. He wore no
shirt, only baggy shorts and worn sneakers with no socks. But it was
his face that captured my attention. Dark eyes sparkled from under
arched brows and a half-smile that signaled a friendly nature.

He had dropped a very worn gym bag on the ground and said, "I called to
you twice, mister. But you didn't answer."

"Sorry," I apologized. "I guess I was wrapped up in my book." I
turned the book over, laying it open to keep my place and with the
cover showing.

He glanced at the book and asked, "You like mysteries?"

"Once in a while, yes," I responded while wondering why he had
interrupted me.

"I do, too," he grinned. "But I don't get much of a chance to read."

"And why's that?" I asked.

His expression turned suddenly sour. "Too busy," he said as he cast
his eyes to the ground.

"Busy?" I asked. "What keeps you so busy?"

He stalled, pulling up few blades of grass and rolling them in his
fingers. "Whatever I can do to earn a few dollars. That's why I came
over to talk to you. But I see I'm disturbing you so I'll leave you
alone."

He stood up to leave but my curiosity had been aroused. "Wait," I
said. "You don't have to go. In fact, I would enjoy having someone to
talk to. Sit down."

He sat down, cross-legged this time. I couldn't help but see up the
leg of his baggy shorts. He had no underwear and the tip of an uncut
cock was plainly visible. I quickly averted my eyes, a habit I had
practiced for a long time, but the image remained in my mind, summoning
thoughts I couldn't suppress. I became aware of his body: thin but not
skinny, firm but not muscular, and dark nipples contrasting with his
tawny skin. The young man wouldn't turn heads but was nevertheless
handsome.

Although I had tried to be discreet, the length of my gaze and my
failure to say anything must have revealed my thoughts because he
smiled and said, "Like what you see, mister?"

His question threw my mind into a spin. I groped frantically for
something to say that would explain or excuse my thoughtless and
dangerous behavior. Nothing came to mind so I stammered, "I was just
admiring your nice-looking body, that's all." I immediately regretted
saying that. It's not the sort of thing one says to another man, much
less a stranger.

But the young man raised the stakes by asking "Want to see more?" and
pulled the leg of his shorts back to give me an unobstructed view of
his cock that hung invitingly across a pendulant ball sack.

Alarms sounded in my head. The young man was obviously coming on to
me. If I accepted his implied offer, I would reveal for the first time
ever that I was queer. (The term, "gay," had not yet come into common
usage.) Instinctively, I retreated by saying, "What makes you think
I'd be interested in seeing more?"

"Hunch," he said. "Maybe hope. When I saw you laying here reading, I
liked what I saw. So I called to you and then came over. Then I saw
how you looked me over. I've had a lot of experience. I've come to
know when a guy is interested in me. I think you are. Am I wrong?"

I was not ready to admit my interest but I was tempted. My resistance
faded quickly when he cunningly hiked up his pants leg and briefly
fondled himself.

"Nice cock," I said without thinking and suddenly realized that I had
confirmed his suspicion.

He quickly got down to business. "I can give you a blow job. Or you
can fuck me. I like your looks so I'll give you a bargain rate."

"Is that how you earn your money?" I asked. "By selling your body to
anybody with cash?"

I didn't mean to insult him but he obviously took it that way. "Hey,"
he said defiantly. "It's better than selling drugs. My neighborhood
is full of dealers and junkies. I want no part of that. If I can make
men happy, isn't that better than ruining the lives of drug addicts and
risking my own life at the same time?"

"I apologize," I said. "I didn't mean to insult you. I just didn't
know what kind of life you faced. Forgive me?"

"Okay," he said. "But how about my offer? You wanna have some good
sex?"

I did indeed want to have some good sex. I had wanted it for years.
And this young man was not only willing but good looking. He was
fairly articulate and showed unusual initiative in approaching me.
After the disappointment in Times Square the previous night, I didn't
want to pass up the opportunity for real sex. I would have preferred
sex with someone other than a hustler but I may not have that chance
for who knows how long. I was assured of privacy in my dorm room so I
inquired, "How much?"

He quoted a price and quickly added, "That's half of what I usually
charge but you've got a sexy body."

"I have a problem," I said regretfully. "I don't have any money to
spare." I hated having to turn down his offer. Just looking at him
made me horny as hell.

"Too bad," he groaned. "I guess I'll have to find somebody else. But
they won't be as good looking as you."

I didn't want him to walk away. Even if I couldn't afford his price, I
would enjoy the company of a handsome young man for a while. "The best
I can do is to buy you a good meal. Will you join me for lunch? I'd
really like the company."

He looked at me as if a meal enticing but said, "I'm not giving you sex
for just a meal, mister!"

"I didn't mean it that way," I said. "The fact is, I'd like to have
company for lunch ... with no obligation for sex. How about it?"

The truth was that I wanted company -- someone to talk to -- but I also
wanted to find out more about why the young man was selling his body.

"Okay," he said. "I haven't had a good meal for a few days."

It was then I realized that we could not talk about his life and
"occupation" in a restaurant so I suggested, "How about we get a carry-
out and come back here to the park for a picnic?"

"Sounds good," he said. "Most places won't serve me anyway because of
the way I'm dressed. Some get downright mean about telling me to
leave."

We walked to a nearby McDonald's. At the door, he hesitated and said,
"I don't think they'll let me in. I'll wait here."

"If you want," I said. "What would you like?"

"You're buying, mister. You choose. Surprise me."

I bought two big Macs, two large fries, a large drink, and an apple pie
for him. I settled on a cheeseburger and a drink because I didn't have
enough cash for more.

His eyes nearly popped when he saw the size of the sack I walked out
with but he made no comment. We returned to the park, found a shady
spot (It had gotten quite warm.), and settled ourselves down on the
grass. I opened the sack and divided its contents.

"That's all mine?" he asked incredulously. "Are you not hungry or are
you really broke?"

"Both," I said. The broke part was true. I was hungry but he needed
food more than I did.

He devoured his food without stopping to talk, which seemed to confirm
his admission that he hadn't eaten for days. I nibbled on my sandwich
and sipped at my drink while a thousand questions popped into my mind.
What drove him to hustling? What kind of family did he have? Did he
live on the streets and, if so, how did he cope?

When he finally finished, he said, "Thanks, mister. I feel a lot
better now. You're really nice to buy my lunch ... and not expecting
sex, I mean."

"Well," I said. "There's one thing you can do for me. I'm curious
about why you do what you do. Would you tell me about yourself?"

He gave me a curious expression that I couldn't interpret. I began to
worry that I was prying into something he didn't want to talk about.
But my concern was short-lived when he began to speak.

"You probably don't know what it's like living in public housing in the
Bronx," he began. "Drugs. Crime. Gangs. Poverty. Going to school
was the highlight of my day. At least it was reasonably safe. That
is, until the kids in school found out I was queer. I could live with
them calling me names but they started beating up on me. I dropped out
of school. I couldn't tell my parents the real reason because they
would hate me, too, for being queer. So I told my folks I was joining
the army and left."

"Are you old enough to join the Army?" I asked. He looked no more than
sixteen years old.

"No. I'm seventeen. But it's easy to get fake ID. They tried to talk
me out of it. I said I didn't want to end up like my brothers. I've
got two older brothers. One is in prison for dealing drugs. The other
was killed before the cops could bust him. Mom was upset that I was
leaving but dad understood. He said he was proud of me for not being
like my brothers." He paused before continuing. "He wouldn't be proud
of me now if he knew what I'm doing."

"So how long have you been on the street?" I asked.

"About three months," he replied. "The first week or two was the worst
but then I leaned how to attract men who want what I want. And I'm not
bragging when I say I can give them some really terrific sex." He
paused and looked at me as if to see whether the `really terrific sex'
comment might entice me to pay his price.

If only I had the money! I thought.

His mood changed. He stared at the ground and asked, "Anything else
you want to know about a queer whore-boy?"

"Hey!" I interrupted. "Don't talk about yourself that way. You've
obviously got courage to get out of a bad environment. You've got
initiative to make it on your own. I can tell from just talking to you
that you're bright. And believe me, I don't condemn you for what
you're doing."

A half-grin crossed his face as he said, "Thanks, mister. Most people
treat me like scum -- even my customers. You're not like that."

"I'm still curious," I said. "Why do you hustle sex? Have you tried
to get a regular job?"

He laughed for the first time since we met. "Whose gonna hire a
seventeen-year-old high school drop-out?" he asked with a
confrontational tone. "I've tried a lot of places but the only one
that was half way interested was a greasy spoon café. They wanted a
dishwasher but sent me away because I didn't have a Social Security
number. Don't need that for what I do now. Besides ... I don't know
why I'm telling you this but I enjoy what I do. I like sex ... even if
the customer is old or fat or drunk or stinks of cigarette smoke."

"So you're happy doing what you do?

He thought about that for a while and said, "Mostly. I really do like
the sex. I can't seem to get enough of it. But then..."

He dropped his eyes to the ground again. I guessed that he didn't want
to talk about the down side of his work. However, I had him talking
about his life and I still had a number of questions so I said, "But
then what?"

He looked at me. Was it my imagination or did he suddenly seem sad?

"It's not all pleasure," he finally said. "I go hungry when I can't
find a customer. Living on the street isn't like living with a family.
And there's the occasional odd ball who gets off on kinky stuff like
spanking or making me act like a ten-year-old. One guy even wanted to
shave me to make me look like a little kid. I grabbed my clothes and
ran from that one. Most guys just want a blow job or to fuck me.
That's the kind of sex I like."

I felt terribly sorry for the young man. His problems with kinky
customers didn't affect me nearly as much as his having to live on the
street. That made me think of something.

"Do you ever spend a whole night with a customer and sleep in a real
bed?"

"Twice," he replied. "Most guys just want a quickie and then I'm off,
hoping to find another customer."

"I don't have money but I can offer you a bed to sleep in. I live in
the dorm. My room mate is gone until Sunday night. You can stay in my
room for three nights. There's no obligation for sex. I just want to
give you three nights of comfort. You'll be free to come and go as you
please but you'll have a bed to sleep in ... and a hot shower if you
want. How about it?"

"You don't want sex?" he asked in a tone of disbelief.

"I would love to have sex with you but that's not why I made the offer.
It's not much but I'd simply like to do you a favor. And I would enjoy
having company."

"I'd like to, mister, but I'm supposed to meet one of my regular
customers tonight."

"Like I said, you're free to come and go as you like. Will you spend
the night with him?"

"Nah. All he wants is to undress me in the back of his van and jerk me
off. By that time, he's hard. He gives me a quick fuck, pays me, and
says goodbye."

"Okay. Come with me to the dorm. You can shower. Change clothes if
you like. I'm guessing you have clothes in your gym bag."

He looked at me for a long time without speaking. I was about to
encourage him further but he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"I told you. I want to do you a favor. You're a good kid who's had a
tough time. Maybe I can make it easier for you ... at least for a few
nights of decent sleep."

"Okay," he said.

I took him to my dorm room. It was sparsely furnished but he was
impressed with the books, the posters, and the clothes in the closet.
I asked if he wanted to shower and he said that would be nice. I gave
him a towel, soap, and shampoo, and then said, "The dorm is almost
empty but I think I'd better go with you in case someone finds a
stranger in the shower. I'll introduce you as my cousin who's
visiting. What's your name?"

"Jose Delgado."

"Mine is Ray Simpson. You don't have to call me Mister any more."

He took a very long, very hot shower and seemed to enjoy it thoroughly.
Since there was no longer any need to conceal my sexual interests, I
didn't try to be discrete. I took full advantage of the opportunity to
feast my eyes on his sleek, firm body as he dried himself. He noticed
my admiring stare, grinned, and made a conscious effort to show me his
manly cock and balls. He even turned away from me and bent over to dry
his legs, showing me his firm ass and puckered hole. His exhibition
gave me an erection. I tried to hide it but he saw it anyway and
laughed, "You like what you see, Mister?"

"Yes," I said hoarsely. "Very much. But call me `Ray.' No more
Mister. Okay?"

"Okay, Ray," he said as he faced me and took an unnecessary amount of
time to dry his crotch.

As we walked back to my room, my promise of no sex haunted me. I had
been sincere in inviting him only for a few nights sleep in a real bed
but my resolve to keep my promise was fading. Lust was eroding my
integrity.

In my room, I went to my half of the closet for some clean clothes.
Jose dug through his gym bag for his. When I saw that his clothes were
not only dirty but threadbare and ragged. I said, "It looks like your
clothes have seen better days. I have some I don't need."

I pulled out a pair of chino slacks from my closet, a tee shirt, a
sweat shirt, and two pair of socks from a drawer, and handed them to
him. "Take these. To keep. You'll look even more handsome in them."

He looked at me. I was afraid I had insulted him with my offer. "Mine
are sort of dirty, aren't they?"

"That's understandable," I said, trying to soften the criticism implied
by my suggestion.

I thought I saw a tear in his eye as he looked at me and said, "Why are
you being so nice to a whore-boy?"

"STOP IT!" I exclaimed. "You're not a whore-boy. I've already told
you. You're a young man who had the good sense to get out of a bad
environment ... who has the initiative to make it on your own ... who
uses the talents you can to survive. Why am I being nice? Because I
respect you! There's not much I can do to help you except give you a
few nights of comfort but you deserve that and more."

He seemed startled at my emphatic tone and just stood looking at me.
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around my waist, laid his head on my
shoulder, and cried. I returned his hug and held him tightly. We
stood there with only the towels around our waists preventing full-
body, skin-on-skin contact. Were it not for his tears and shuddering
sobs, it would have been highly erotic. But at that moment, all I felt
was sympathy for a young man who no doubt had a lot of potential but
was the victim of both poverty and others' hatred of homosexuals.

When he gained a little control of his emotions, he apologized for
crying. I assured him that it was okay for a man to cry and he should
not be ashamed of it. He seemed to settle down and I led him to over
to sit on the edge of my bed. What came next took me completely by
surprise.

He took off the towel from his waist and dropped it on the floor. He
took off my towel and dropped it on top of his. He laid back down,
pulling me down to lay beside him. He crawled on top of me and began
kissing me. I wondered if it was just gratitude. My question was
answered when he ground his crotch into mine. His motives may have
included gratitude but he seemed to want sex.

I pushed his face away and said, "I promised you. You're not obligated
to have sex with me."

"But I want it!" he exclaimed. "I want you. I've wanted you ever
since I saw you in the park. This is not business like the others. I
like you. I want to make you happy. I want to be happy too. Please
don't say no. Let me make love to you."

I didn't need any more convincing. As a frustrated homosexual, I was
about to lose my virginity. I had been propositioned by a street
hustler but was in bed with a tragic young man who was demanding sex
... not for money, not entirely out of appreciation for a small favor,
but (I wanted to think) because a deeper bond had been formed between
us.

More than an hour later, after an experience that has persisted vividly
in my memory for decades, we broke our contended embrace and got out of
bed.

"Let's get some supper," I said. "Then you can go to your appointment
with your customer."

"That's all right," he said. "You bought me a big lunch. You don't
have to buy me supper, too."

"Nonsense," I replied. "I have to eat anyway and I'd like to have the
company of a handsome young man. Now let's get dressed."

He gave me a hug and a kiss and said, "Thanks, Mister ... I mean
thanks, Ray."

My clothes were a little big for his small frame but they made a world
of difference in his appearance. He was a sexy as when he was naked.
They seemed to make a difference in his attitude as well. As we walked
down the hall, out of the dorm, and down the street to a diner, he held
his head high and there was a new bounce in his step. The diner was
small but it served good food in ample portions at a reasonable price.
His delight at being able to enter a restaurant without fear of being
thrown out was obvious.

As we ate, he had one question after another about my life on a ranch,
about my family, about my classes, and my future plans. On the way
back to the dorm, he stopped at the entrance to the subway on 116th
Street. He had to go downtown to meet his customer. We made
arrangements to meet in front of the dorm between 9:30 and 10 so I
could escort him into the building.

At half past 10 I was nearly frantic worrying about Jose. I let my
imagination conjure up all kinds of problems he may have encountered:
mugging, kidnapping, injury from a lustful and careless customer. But
then I saw him round the corner of a classroom building. He saw me and
ran a hundred yards with a grin that laid waste to all my worries. He
threw his arms around me and hugged me so tight it took my breath away.

Excitedly, he blurted out, "He brought a friend! Paid me double! I'm
rich!"

"I'm happy for you, Jose."

"That's not the best part, Ray. He has two or three other friends. No
more quickies in the back of his van. He wants me to stay in his
apartment and entertain his friends when they get horny."

"That's quite a stoke of luck," I said while wondering what kind of men
Jose would be servicing. Would they treat him with the respect he
deserved or would they merely use him for sexual satisfaction?
Although he would have a place to stay, I had lingering worries about
his well-being. "I hope he doesn't expect you to service his friends
for free."

His exuberance only increased when he said, "No! They'll pay me.
He'll get his sex for my room and board. I couldn't be happier, Ray.
I'll be off the streets. I won't go hungry. I'll have money for
clothes and stuff. And I'll get all the sex I want!"

"That's wonderful," I said.

Then, he looked at me with a serious expression and said, "But there's
bad news, too. He wanted me to go home with him tonight. I told him I
couldn't until Sunday. I want to spend more time with you. I like you
a lot, Ray. You've treated me like a real person. I'm going to miss
you. I want to give you as much happiness as you've given me while I
can."

That night, much of Saturday, Saturday night, and part of Sunday, Jose
and I were dressed only to go out for a quick meal. Much of the time,
we were in bed where he introduced me to an astonishing array of
sensual and sexual pleasures.

We both cried as we said goodbye on Sunday afternoon. He left for a
new home. I was left with cherished memories of a spectacular few days
with a young man whose future, I prayed, would bring him joy.

The End

A New Start - Gay Sex Stories

2009-07-09T03:56:00.000-07:00

Gay Sex Stories presents "A New Start".

Junior year was the best year of my life so far. Although I continued as treasurer, a job nobody wanted, I was able to move into one of the few single rooms in the fraternity house. Mine was much less grand than the president's quarters, but at least it had a private bath en suite. That was a plus for me, not because I had any problem taking showers with the brothers, but because it allowed me to use my douche kit when I felt the need. Todd, of course, had the presidential suite. Spence and the new pledge master, Will Bigelow, shared what had been Todd's and my room.

Todd and I remained good friends. He was busy with his chapter duties, but he'd stop by my room sometimes and we'd have a long talk. Or he'd invite me up to his room for a beer and conversation. He was my best friend on campus. And he was as good as his word. I was never hassled by anyone about sex. There may have been rumors around the house about what was going on the previous year between Jake and me, but no one ever said anything to me about it.

Hank and I continued to get together at his apartment for sex from time to time, and now that I was in a single, I could use my toys as necessary. I continued to date occasionally, partly because I enjoyed women's company and partly for my reputation. I even had sex from time to time. Oh, I should have said that Mel wasn't home that summer between sophomore and junior year, and her mother told me she was pinned to some guy from MIT.

Matt and I exchanged emails about once a month. He was always very busy, especially during football season because he was playing first string for the Cavaliers, but he was also a bit distant. I don't know whether our friendship was totally blown by what he and the others did or not. I'd told him I'd forgiven him for his part in it. `Oh, well,' I thought. `He's got his life in Charlottesville, and I've got mine here. It's probably natural that we'd drift apart.'

As I said, that was a good year. I knew I wanted to do graduate work and get an MBA, but the more I thought about it, the more I found the academic life attractive. Maybe after grad school I'd look for a teaching job. I thought it might be less pressured, less cutthroat than life in the "real" world.

I should mention that I didn't see Kevin Briggs again after that episode with Leo. I heard he got a job after graduating from Purdue and was working somewhere on the East Coast. I did see Leo occasionally when I was at home. Those were always awkward moments. We'd say hello and ask about each other's parents, but then he seemed as eager as I to move on.

If my junior year had been a halcyon period, senior year was just the opposite.

I arrived back on campus to start my last year as an undergraduate full of optimism. I was also pretty horny. There hadn't been any girls around, or, for that matter, any guys either. So it was just my hand and my toys.

I had the same room in the Alpha house I'd had the year before. Spence had moved into the president's suite. Clark Brown, the new vice president, and a buddy of his, Lee Garrison, were in the room I had shared with Todd sophomore year.

It was just after 8:00 PM about midway through the first week of classes that there was a knock on my door. I invited whoever it was to come in. I was at my pc and wanted to save what I was working on, so I hadn't gone to the door.

"Thom Benson. You and I went through pledging and initiation together. We've known each other for three years. And I'd never have guessed you were queer."

I recognized the voice and when I turned, sure enough, it was Spence.

"Um, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about an interesting email I got from Jake Evans. He told me some things about you and attached some very interesting pictures."

My stomach sank. I'd thought all of that was behind me. And I'd naively thought Jake was being honest when he told Todd he hadn't kept any of the pictures of me.

"Pictures?"

"Yeah. And I think you know what ones. Look, I have some things to do. Why don't you come to my room about 11:00 and we'll talk about them."

It wasn't a request.

When I got there, he pointed toward his computer, where there was a slideshow going. All of the pictures were of me. Some of them were stills I was familiar with. Others were still captures from the videos that I had destroyed the previous spring. Either Jake had kept copies of them, or he'd taken off a bunch of still shots before giving them to Todd.

"Thom, you really are a slut."

"Spence, I was blackmailed into doing all of that."

"Yeah, right. Jake says you really liked taking it up the ass, that you couldn't keep quiet whenever he porked you. He also says you give a great blowjob. I can't help wondering what you and your good buddy Todd were getting up to all that year. And last year."

"We didn't. Todd's straight."

"Yeah, that's what Jake said, too. But you two did seem to be awfully tight."

"We're good friends, but, as I said, Todd's as straight as they come." I didn't tell him how often I had wished that weren't so.

"Whatever. But now I've got the pics. And I've got you by the balls, don't I?"

I gave him a steely glare. "Explain that." If he hadn't been six inches taller and 25 pounds heavier than me, I might have lit into him. I'm not by nature a violent guy, but I'd really had it by this point. I'd expected all that shit was behind me, and here it was again.

"Jake told me ways to use those pictures to make things pretty fucking bad for you, Thom. Just think of all the people you don't want to see them."

I'd thought about coming out. That would simplify some things. But even if I told my parents I was bisexual, I would never want them to see those pictures. A lot of students, men and women, were out on our campus, and there was a thriving gay/lesbian organization. It was the really nasty, graphic nature of those pictures that I wouldn't want people to see. Especially, as Jake had said two years earlier, my major professors at State or the admissions committee at whatever grad school I applied to.

"Spence, we're fraternity brothers. Doesn't that mean anything to you? So what if you've been handed some power over me? That doesn't mean you have to use it." I reached for something at that point. "A gentleman wouldn't."

He actually seemed to be thinking about that. "I've watched you for the last two years. You seemed to be tight with the chapter officers, first Jake and then Todd. Everybody likes you. You look great. You get top grades. You just seemed to have it all. I think if you had wanted to, you could have been living in this room right now as chapter president. And all that time, you were gay. Brotherhood? Nah. I'm gonna have some fun with you, Benson. And you can start by taking off your clothes. I wanna see what sort of cocksucking pussyboy I've got."

"Okay," I said as I pulled off my tee. "But just so we're clear. You've got me by the short and curlies, and that's the only reason I'm doing this. I never knew what a slimy bastard you are. If the brothers knew what kind of guy you are, you wouldn't be living in this room right now."

He chuckled. "Drop the khakis, Benson. If the brothers knew what kind of a slut you are, they'd be lined up outside the door."

As I stepped out of my khakis and bent to unfasten my sandals, Spence was taking off his clothes. If he wanted to just get a blowjob or fuck me, I didn't know why he'd have to get naked. I wondered for a moment if he was gay. That would have been an interesting development.

When he knelt beside his bed and stretched his torso over it, I wondered briefly if he was about to ask me to fuck him.

"I've always wanted somebody to rim me, and no girl has ever been willing to do that. So, you get the honor. Oh, and so you won't think I'm a total slob, I took a shower a while ago."

The only person I'd ever rimmed was Hank, and, frankly, I'd enjoyed it. He had a cute, tight ass, and he was always clean. Maybe there was some connection between loving to have anything from a finger to a dildo to a dick up my ass and finding other guy's buns attractive. Whatever it was, I knelt, put a hand on each of his cheeks, and began to lick them.

"Oh, shit! I can't believe you're doing that, but it's nice."

It wasn't that I particularly wanted to make him feel good. I'd have bitten off his balls if I could have gotten away with it. But I remembered something a high school teacher used to like to say. "Anything worth doing is worth doing well." I thought, "Any ass worth licking is worth licking well." Besides, even if the ass belonged to a guy I was beginning to hate, it was a nice ass, firm, muscular, and lightly hairy.

He smelled clean, like shower soap. As I lapped closer to his crack, I smelled a slight male scent. There was a bit of curly brown hair in his crack, and that too smelled somewhat of soap and somewhat of man. As I began to lick up and down his crack, he wiggled his butt and said, "Jesus, I can't believe no one has ever done that to me before! That's fuckin' unbelievable. Now, find my hole, buttmuncher."

There was that trash talk again. I might not have minded what I was doing if I had been doing it voluntarily and he'd been grateful. I pulled away.

"What the fuck? Why did you stop?"

"Look, asshole, I'm not doing this because I love you. But there's no reason for you to be so goddamned insulting about it. I am a human being. I'm an Alpha brother, for Christ's sake. Do you have to call me names?"

"Oh, shut up. You know you fags love this kind of thing. Now, lick my butthole, queerboy."

So I licked his hole. He enjoyed it. He couldn't keep quiet, seeming to need to call me names while he reveled in what I was doing.

Finally, he made me stop.

"Okay. Get on the bed. Jake says it's better to use lube. Hang on.

I climbed on the bed and got into the doggie position. I didn't want to watch him while he fucked me. Soon he drizzled some lube onto my crack and rubbed it up and down. Then I felt the bed shaking gently as he put lube on his cock.

Pretty sure what was about to happen, I'd used a dildo to loosen up my sphincter after I'd had my shower that evening. It's a good thing I did, for Spence didn't mess around with foreplay. As with Jake, this was all about him. He hit my nut several times, enough to get me hard, but not enough to satisfy me before he came.

When he was done, he slapped my ass. "Cool! It's gonna be handy having you available, Benson. My own resident pussy. I'm between women right now, so you'll need to keep your evenings open. Now, grab your shit and get out. I'm ready to crash."

When I got back to my room, I got out of my clothes, gargled with mouthwash, and fell into bed, where I grabbed my cock. I thought what a pity it was a hunk like Spence and I couldn't be lovers instead of master and slave. I could have made him feel really good, and he could have done the same for me. That would have been so much better than what had just happened. Except, of course, that he was such a mean-spirited jerk.

I jacked myself off thinking of Hank. And Todd. And Matt. I wondered if Matty had a boyfriend, whether UVA was expected to have a good football season, where he was planning to go to grad school. I came all over my belly. Instead of cleaning it up, I rubbed it into my abs, rolled over, and went to sleep. It wasn't going to be the kind of year I'd been hoping for.

As time passed, Spence was using me on average about four times a week. Sometimes he just wanted a blowjob. When that was the case, he'd open the front of his pants and push them and his underwear down to his knees. He didn't even make me undress. Most of the time, though, we both got naked because he wanted me to rim him and then he'd fuck me. Always doggie style. Always to please him, no matter what I might have wanted.

I had to plan my study schedule and my social life, such as it was, around being available at about 11:00 each night in case Spence wanted me.

Early in November, though, Spence told me I'd now be servicing Clark, the vice president, and Lee, his roommate, whenever they wanted so long as it didn't conflict with my meeting his needs.

The roommates were juniors and I was a senior. That, along with the fact that this increased the number of guys who knew what was going on, made me angry. But I didn't see any way out of my problem, so I did what they said.

Clark and Lee liked to do me simultaneously, so I spent a lot of time either on my knees or on my back in their room while one of them fucked my face as the other fucked me at the other end. Unlike Spence, they didn't say much as they used me. Strangely, they always took me together. After about a month, I found out what was going on. I was on my back with a cock in my ass and another in my mouth. I opened my eyes at one point to see them leaning over me, kissing. They were gay? They were gay! And they were using me! I was tempted to bite Lee's cock off, but controlled myself until they were finished.

"You guys are gay, and you're going along with Spence? Does he know about you?"

"No, he doesn't know about us. And you are dead meat if you tell him. We'll just claim you refused when we asked you to come to our room and that you're lying to keep him from spreading those pics of you around."

I thought seriously about calling their bluff, but decided I didn't dare. After that, though, they quit asking me to service them. I don't know whether it was from guilt over dominating a fellow gay guy or fear that I'd rat them out to the brothers. Whatever the reason, they seemed to lose interest in me.

So I went back to being just Spence's fucktoy and cocksucker until one day a couple of weeks into the second semester when he sent me an email, saying I was to keep the coming Saturday night free. He said he'd give me the details later. The implication was that this would be something out of the ordinary.

Spence had taken to calling my phone and simply saying "Come" when he wanted me. Bastard. Late Saturday afternoon I got the summons. When I arrived at his room, he said, "I'm lending you to – and he mentioned the name of our sister sorority – for the evening. I owe their president a favor. You are to show up there, casually dressed, at 11:00."

"Wait just a fucking minute," I exploded.

He held up his hand.

"Shut up, Benson. You know what will happen if you don't do this."

"But everybody will know."

He grinned. "For all you know, you're gonna get to fuck a bunch of hot women. You claim you're bisexual, so that should be pretty cool, huh? And how would that hurt your reputation on campus?"

I hadn't thought of that.

"Besides, I think it's only gonna be the officers involved with you tonight."

Somehow the thought of being the sex toy of four sexy sorority women didn't sound too bad. I didn't know how long I'd be able to keep it up, but I was willing to learn. And if word of that got out, well, as Spencer had said, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Not knowing what to expect, but being pretty sure it would involve sex, I shaved, showered, and cleaned myself out inside that evening.

When I showed up at the sorority house on the stroke of 11:00, I was met at the door by Beth, their president. We'd met before. In fact I'd seen her at quite a few parties. She was a hot-looking redhead with green eyes.

"Hi, handsome. The other officers and I are having a party downstairs. The sisters have been told to stay away. Come on. We've been looking forward to this. You're the entertainment." She put her hand on my butt and shoved me toward the stairs.

In the basement party room, three other equally sexy women were sitting around in comfortable chairs. There was a fire in the big stone fireplace. The chairs were arranged around a fairly large area covered with wrestling mats. Beth introduced me to her fellow officers. One of them took my coat. I was asked to sit down. They all had drinks, and I was offered one. In fact, I was handed a gin and tonic and a blue pill. I'd never taken one before, but I recognized it as Viagra. They told me to swallow it. And they said the highball would help me relax.

As I sipped my drink, they asked me questions. First things like where was I from, had I played sports in high school, what my major was, and things like that. Then one of then, I think her name was Alyssa, asked me, "Thom, is it true that you like to take cock up your ass?"

I nearly choked on my drink. I suppose I should have been expecting it, since Spence was either behind all of this or at least involved in it.

"What gave you that idea?"

Beth said, "According to Spence you love it. That's why he's `loaned' you to us. We find that fascinating. And he promised us that you'd do whatever we tell you to. You aren't going to disappoint us – and Spence – are you, Thom?" She gave me a brilliant smile. I'll bet she was used to getting what she wanted with that smile.

"Um, well, yeah, I guess not."

"Good. So why don't you finish your drink and then take off your clothes."

I'd been pretty sure this was coming, but I had no idea how embarrassing it would be for me to strip in front of four beautiful and fully-clothed women. And since they'd asked about my liking to be fucked, I'd figured out that this evening probably wouldn't have anything to do with my fucking them.

They offered me another drink, and I gratefully accepted. While I was drinking it, though, they told me to sit crossed legged on the mat and play with my nipples. I flushed with humiliation as I did that, not knowing what was to come. They all watched me carefully, seemingly fascinated. When I first undressed, my cock had shriveled and my balls had pulled up tight against my body. Out of embarrassment, I'm sure. As I rubbed and tweaked my nips, though, I began to feel a tingling down there. I didn't want to throw wood. I'm not sure why, but I didn't. But I had taken that Viagra, and after very little stimulation to my nipples, it began to grow.

When watching me do that got old, one of them went to a table and came back with a dildo and a bottle of lube. I knew what was going to happen next. The dildo, I was relieved to see, was about the size of my own cock, nothing I couldn't cope with.

"We want to see you pleasure yourself with this. It's got a vibrator in the base. So get yourself slicked up. We know how important that is, don't we, girls?" They all grinned and nodded. When I had the lube spread liberally on the dildo, I then had to do the really embarrassing part. I'd lubed up my ass in front of an audience before, but never an audience of women.

What they had me do was insert the dildo, turn the vibrator to its lowest setting, and then sit on it while I played with my nipples again.

I did as they said, closing my eyes, trying to forget where I was and who was there. Occasionally I'd reach for the drink they'd put on the mat beside me.

Their talk turned to how they liked to do just what I was doing, except they used the dildo in their vaginas. All said they'd never tried it up the ass. "But then," Alyssa said, "we don't have prostates."

The anal and pectoral stimulation was getting to my cock, which, despite my willing it to stay down, was proudly pointing toward the ceiling. I wondered if they were going to make me keep that up until I came but soon discovered that wasn't in the plan.

"I think it's time to bring in our other guest," Beth said. "Trish, would you go get him, please?"

Trish, a tall, dark-haired girl with a great sparkle in her brown eyes, grinned and said she'd be glad to.

She came back leading a blindfolded, naked guy. Not only was he naked, but he had a hardon. A big hardon. A very big hardon, in fact. And I knew him. I was a student assistant to one of the accounting profs, and I'd graded this guy's tests in basic accounting the previous semester. He'd made a B in the course, as I recall. I'd seen him around the building fairly regularly, and I knew his name was Bruce Carnes. He was pledging another fraternity. I'd never talked with him, and I've told you all I knew about him.

Bruce was probably not more than six feet tall, but he obviously was a gym rat. He probably outweighed me by fifteen pounds, and it was all muscle. He had great delts and lats. His shoulders, pecs, and biceps were much bigger than mine. Under the blindfold, I knew, were pale blue eyes, and he had pale blond, curly hair. There was a bit of a turn-up at the tip of his nose, and his lips were full and pink. Surprisingly under the circumstances, he had a bit of a smile on his face.

"Just stand there a minute," Trish said. Alyssa motioned for me to get up. "You can take out the dildo now," she said. She was holding a big plastic food storage bag. "Drop that in here."

I did, and she took it away.

"Now, gentlemen," Beth said. "We think it would be instructive and maybe fun to see two hot men get it on. Since you're both here and you're both hot, you'll do fine. Bruce, you can take off your blindfold now and meet your lover for the evening."

When he removed the blindfold and saw me, he beamed. In a surprisingly deep voice, he said, "Oh my fucking gaaahud! It's Thom Benson! I've had the screaming hots for you ever since last fall but my gaydar obviously wasn't working. I'd never have known you're gay. Come on, stud, let's get it on!"

I was stunned. The guy looked like a jock and talked like a flamer. I think I was temporarily paralyzed.

"Okay, guys," Beth said, trying to stifle a giggle, "here's what we want you to do. You can start by kissing."

"Oh yummy!" Bruce said, coming for me. In two long strides he had his arms around me, hands on my ass cheeks, and was ramming his tongue down my throat while our hard cocks rubbed against each other's lower abs.

"Go on, Thom, get into it. Don't stand there acting like a surprised virgin!" one of the women said. Well, I was aroused by the Viagra, the teasing I'd done to my nipples, and the anal stimulation provided by the vibrator. And I was only human. Here was a hot looking guy (okay so he acted pretty femme) with his cock against my belly and his tongue exploring my mouth. What was I going to do? Besides, Spence had said I had to do everything Beth told me. So I got into the kiss. And Bruce was a great kisser, better than any guy I'd ever kissed except maybe Hank. Even then it was a tossup. The difference, of course, is that I had some fondness for Hank. He and I were friends. Not lovers, really, but good friends. And although this Bruce was a hunky looking guy, his mannerisms would have turned me off. If I hadn't already been in a slobbery liplock with him.

When he began to hump my belly, Beth said, "Okay, studs. Cool it a minute."

"Aww, girl," Bruce said, making a pouty face. "I was really getting into that."

Beth grinned. "Well, maybe you'll like what we want you to do next. How about a sixty nine?"

"Oooooh, goody!" Bruce said.

We stretched out on the mat and went to work on each other. Bruce was very enthusiastic, and he obviously knew what he was doing. I soon realized I was getting one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. I could have enjoyed it tremendously if I weren't receiving it in front of an audience of women. Thinking I might study up on exotic poisons I could slip Spence, I tried to focus on sucking Bruce's huge dong, the biggest I'd ever had in my mouth.

We were lying side by side, and I was sort of staring blankly at Bruce's balls. I realized then that he'd shaved them, along with his cock. There was a neatly trimmed patch of blond pubes above his cock, but he'd shaved off his treasure trail and part of the pubes. I heard some of the girls whispering.

Then Beth asked, "Can you do that with one on the bottom and one on top?"

Bruce pulled off and said, "But of course we can, can't we, Thommy?"

I didn't say anything. I just rolled over on my back. He got on his hands and knees over me, and we went back to what we'd been doing.

Just when it began to feel really good and I was beginning to get messages from my groin saying I was going to cum, we were interrupted again.

"Why don't you each scoot up a little and rim each other?"

`My god,' I thought. `She knows about rimming? Do straight couples do that?' For sure no woman I'd ever been with had suggested it. The only time I'd ever done it voluntarily had been with Hank, and I loved it bigtime when he did it to me.

Bruce and I made the adjustment. He had a big ass with hard glutes. When I began to lap at his crack it was obvious he'd showered recently. He also obviously shaved his crack. He had no hairs there at all.

When he went straight for my hole and started tongue fucking me, I lurched. The feeling was soo good. I quit circling his rosebud with the tip of my tongue and began to explore his smooth, hot chute. He'd also cleaned himself out inside. I was glad I had remembered to do that before leaving the house.

Now, here's the bizarre scene. Bruce and I are on the floor really getting into eating each other's ass while four hot women watched and, from their comments, were enjoying the show. Something deep inside me worried that with four women and, worse, Bruce involved, word of this was bound to get out. But when somebody's chowing down on your butthole, who thinks clearly? Especially when you've got your tongue up his ass as well.

Things were getting pretty intense when Beth once more called a halt. Bruce rolled over and sat leaning back on his hands, his legs stretched out, his monster lying on his belly dripping precum. I sat up with my knees against my chest and folded my arms over them. My balls were on display to the women that way, but my own dripping cock was partly hidden. We both looked at Beth to see what was next.

"Okay, Bruce. We understand that Thom here just loves to take it up the ass. How'd you like to fuck him?"

"You do?" he asked, looking at me with surprise. "I'd have figured you for a top." Then he looked back at Beth. "I was hoping he'd fuck my brains out, but I can do him if that's what you want."

I was fascinated. I looked at that huge cock of his, knowing I'd never taken anything that big before, but knowing also that I had to try.

I insisted that, despite the tonguing I'd been getting, Bruce had to use lube on me and on himself. He obliged by finger fucking me for a while. He knew exactly what to do to punch the right button, so to speak, and I was on the floor with my butt in the air trying unsuccessfully not to moan with pleasure. I couldn't help wiggling my butt, too, and the sisters laughed at that.

Beth ordered me on my back before Bruce entered me, so I obediently rolled over. Again, Bruce knew how to handle his weapon, and he eased into me slowly and gently. Occasionally he'd bend down and kiss me. Not deep, lusty kisses, just little reassurances. Even though I was a senior and he was a freshman, it occurred to me that he was teaching me things about sex.

When he was fully inside me and had begun to fuck me slowly, his cock touched places I didn't know existed, but it was a fantastic experience. It was one of the best fucks I'd ever had. Maybe even better than anything Hank had done to me. And again I couldn't help vocalizing my feelings. Soon I was moaning and cursing and telling him to fuck me harder, that he wasn't hurting me. For a fleeting moment I became aware of the room, how quiet the girls were. All you could hear when I took breath was Bruce grunting softly and occasionally saying things like "Oh, honey, you've got the sweetest ass. We've got to do this again!" or "Girl, you're so hot!"

I surprised myself by wrapping my legs around his butt and reaching up to play with the nipples on his perfect pecs. He liked that. "Oooh, sweetie, that's nice. Yeah, play with my tits while I fuck your hot pussy!"

I was tossing my head from side to side, unable to control the feelings this fucker was giving me, when I noticed that two of the girls were rubbing their crotches. So we were all enjoying the show.

I don't know how much time passed. I was so spaced out that it seemed like forever and not long enough. At some point Bruce reached down and began jacking my cock, which had made quite a pool of precum on my stomach. It didn't take long after that. Soon I was spraying cum all over the place, some of it hitting my face, the rest making a trail down my chest to my abs.

My orgasm triggered Bruce's. He was still holding on to my cock, which was still hard even after all that cumming. Without letting go he threw his head back, shouted "Hallelujah!" and came inside me. From the number of times I felt his cock pulse, he must have dumped a huge load. When he finished, he collapsed, fell onto me, and began kissing me.

We were brought back to reality by the applause of our audience of four. Someone brought us a basin of warm water, a wash cloth, and a couple of towels. They made us clean each other up.

After we were dressed, they thanked us and told us we could go. Beth said to tell Spence that the favor was fully repaid. Then she surprised me. "It's a shame you're gay. You're so cute."

"Beth," I said, "I'm bisexual. And you're a pretty fabulous-looking woman."

She smiled, almost sadly. "Sorry, Thom. Everybody says you're a nice guy, but after watching you and Bruce this evening, I could never, uh, well . . . ."

"I get the picture."

Having been fucked well and truly, as the Brits say, I took a shower when I got back to my room, fell into bed as soon as I was dry, and went to sleep immediately, ignoring the Viagra-induced hardon that lingered with me.

When I woke up the next morning, I began to worry. Five more people now knew about me. Not only that I was bi, but about that need I have to get fucked periodically. Spence promised that the girls would keep it quiet. Maybe he was right. But there was also Bruce. And I didn't think discretion was one of his strong suits.

Whoever it was, somebody must have talked. Soon I began to get funny looks or silly smirks from friends and acquaintances. Some of the brothers stayed cool, but some seemed to avoid me. Other people I knew in my classes and around campus began to look at me differently, too. Even Hank said he'd heard that I was gay and wanted to know what I'd been doing. I had to tell him about that evening with Bruce at the sorority. After all, if he was willing to continue as my fuck buddy, he deserved to know.

The last straw was when Bruce called me one evening and asked if we could get together. I told him firmly that I wasn't interested. He whined a bit, but he never called again. I still don't know whether he's the one who talked. Or maybe it was more than one.

Anyway, for the rest of the year, I had the reputation of being gay. I focused on my classes, became a sort of recluse at the fraternity house, and began thinking of graduate school Of course I continued to take care of Spence's needs, consoling myself as I did so with thoughts of the perfect, undetectable murder.

Gay Sex Stories - A Wish or A Dream?

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Gay Sex Stories presents "A Wish or A Dream?".

I lean back in my swivel chair, the one with the brown upholstery and the faulty spring that can tilt the chair to my right and dump me out onto the floor. The sun shines in through the window. It is an unusual day because we don’t get much sun here in Ireland. Usually it is cold and damp, with grey skies and blacktop roads all slicked up and greasy. That’s why we Irish like to spend much of our free time in pubs, because its dry and there is usually good fun, interesting conversation and sometimes, if we are lucky, someone has brought along a fiddle or a squeeze box and will play music. Man, when that happens, nobody wants to go home.

Today however, is different. The sun is shining and at 2.45 in the afternoon, all is quiet and its getting sleepy. The phones have stopped ringing and people are thinking of slipping off for the afternoon. Hell, today is probably our summer!

I put my feet up on the little mahogany table, lean back and shut my eyes. This is a stolen moment of pleasure and the guilt sets my senses on full alert, just like when I was a schoolboy, doing things that I shouldn’t and usually getting caught. I remembered with a smile the time on a muggy Wednesday afternoon, when we had the afternoon off. I was feeling really horny and decided to head into the woods and run wild for a while. I had done this a couple of times and the thrill of it kept me sane in that awful place. So, after the usual gourmet lunch of cold greasy beef, complete with large gobs of yellow fat, salted potatoes and cold carrots, I headed off on my own and furtively sneaked into the woods.

I followed a path for a while and then turned left from it, into the darker, denser quietness of the wood until I came to the little clearing I had visited before. I skirted along this until I was sure I was alone, then I began taking off my clothes. Its amazing how much cooler it feels when you are naked in the open air. Maybe because there is the added danger of being caught and the adrenaline, mixed with the lust of having a hard-on in the open, adds to the sensations that run through you. Anyway, naked except for my shoes, I piled my clothes together and headed off on my hunt. I was the satyr of the forest, my cock slapping against my lean stomach. Sixteen and rampant. Man, I felt alive!

I trotted through the trees, getting as near as I dared to the paths and diving behind trees or bushes whenever I thought I heard someone. The closest I came to actually seeing anyone was when the local horse-riding club rode along one of the paths. The sound of the horses was so loud that I had loads of time to hide, so much so that I crawled into a bush beside the path and started wanking my wonderful buddy in anticipation of their arrival. If only they knew a naked sixteen-year-old guy was so close to them, wanking as though his life depended on it as they, and their horses huffed laboriously and noisily through those peaceful woods. They had just passed out of sight when I shot my load, all over my chest, face and hands. I lay back, spent and calm, feeling slightly foolish and a bit embarrassed. What the hell would I do if I were caught now? After a few moments I decided to move. I didn’t feel horny now, just conscious that I was naked around so many bugs and possible spies that could make life at this dump of a school worse than it already was. Moving slowly, I rose and, in a crouched position, headed back toward the clearing.

I hadn’t realised I had travelled so far and started to jog. The run warmed me and the sensation of my flaccid cock knocking against each thigh soon had me hard again and my spirits definitely improved. I could see the clearing in the distance and debated whether to prolong my adventure and maybe have another quiet wank. I decided to find my clothes first and to decide then.

Major panic! My clothes were gone! The sudden fear of being caught killed my boner instantly. I ran around that clearing, searching, my mind filling with panic as illogical images of me living the rest of my life in that wood, naked, too afraid to leave it in case anyone saw me.

I spotted my tie, suspended from a branch. It must have been placed there because it was too high to have fallen there. I plucked it from the tree and looked around to see if the rest of my stuff was there. Something white stood out against the gloom of a darker and colder part of the wood. It was my shirt. I hadn’t gone here before because it looked more forbidding, almost evil in fact. I made my way to it and was about to pull it on when I noticed the remnants of sperm on the back of my hand and on my chest and stomach. I didn’t want any tell tale marks on my clothes as evidence of my terrible deeds so I licked my hand clean and flicked most of the excess from my torso with my thumb. At that stage in my life, I was fairly sure I was the only person in all of Ireland that wanked, ever!

With my shirt on but unbuttoned, I began looking further for the rest of my clothes. In the deepest darkness ahead of me, I thought I heard a groan. I froze solid, my body tingling from head to toe, like a fawn, ready to run forever at the first sign of danger. The low moan sounded again, so low in fact that far from taking flight, I approached cautiously thinking help might be needed.

Help was indeed needed, for as I crawled quietly, half-naked, through several layers of thick laurel, I came into a clearing surrounded by majestic beech trees and thick laurel. It was completely enclosed but large enough to allow the sunlight through to the soft grass and clover covering. Daises, rhododendron and wild flowers were in full bloom in this haven, and so was the outline of Willie Onwu, a Nigerian guy in my year, but not in my class. Tall, dark and very, very naked, Willie was on his back, my clothes all around him, his massive cock in his hand, his eyes shut and he was wanking in sheer ecstasy.

I was stunned. So, I wasn’t the only one! And he looked HOT! My cock turned to rigid steel as I watched him. I started stroking it gently. It was so hard it was more sensitive than usual, and I groaned with pleasure. Suddenly, Willie was up and staring at me.

“What the fuck are you doin’ man?” he demanded.

“I just came to collect my clothes,” I replied with a grin, nodding at the bundle behind him.

“You came all right. That much I can see for myself.” He pointed to my head and I involuntarily ran my hand over my hair and face. More spunk! I had forgotten to clean myself properly. I blushed.

“Here, let me,” he offered.

He pulled a tuft of grass and stooping, began wiping down my head. As I bent forward to allow him examine the back of my skull, his huge cock, still erect, brushed the underside of my nose. I licked my lips and the tip of my tongue caressed the tip of him. We both jumped as though an electric shock had run through us.
He laughed in his deep soft way, a real gentle rumble from deep within his chest.

“Wow! Hey man, I wasn’t ready for that, but it sure felt good,” he laughed. “I didn’t know you were into men. Have you ever had sex before?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of humour and lust.

“Eh, I’m not and no, I haven’t. Why?” I asked, somewhat defensively.

He looked at me and grinned, then taking my hand, he placed it on his hot hard cock.

“Are you sure?” he asked with a really sexy grin. “I mean, are you really sure you don’t want some of this, because you look good enough to eat!” he said, his eyes roving over me, sizing me up.

I hesitated. I didn’t know whether to be happy or afraid. What if we were caught! It didn’t bear thinking about.

“It’s cool,” he assured me. “Just relax and lets play with each other. If you like it, great, and if you want to stop, just say so. Nobody will find out, so what have you to loose?”

I could feel my cock get harder and the feel of his cock was so exciting. This was pure magic. Willie had a beautiful body. Tall, rounded, muscular, strong and healthy looking, with a cock that would make any red blooded man envious. Yep, I wanted him all right and I wanted to have sex with him. My cock felt as though it would explode with desire.

With his wonderful cock still in my hand, I stood up and looked into his handsome face and grinned.

“OK” I said, “lets play.”

He leaned toward me and, taking my cock in his hand, he kissed me on the lips. It was really strange. The thrill of someone other than yourself holding your cock was wonderful and new, while on the other hand the feel of soft sensuous lips surrounded by invisible stubble sent conflicting signals to my brain. But, I persevered, as all true pioneers must. My left hand ran down his long, lean back and onto his buttocks. Again, I was surprised that such a muscular man could feel so soft, and that his bum was so cool. Strange, but very nice! I was starting to really enjoy myself.

We came up for air after a complete internal oral examination with our tongues. His teeth felt so smooth and hard, a bit like him really. We pressed our cocks together, then pointed them at each other’s crotches. His was at least two inches longer than my seven inches but it was the contract in colour that really got us laughing. Mine was so pale compared to his.

“You ever been fucked?” he asked.

“No, I told you I’ve never had sex with anyone. How about you?” I was curious.

“No, never, but I’d love to try it. How about you?”

“Sure,” I shrugged, “lets do it, what do we do?”

“First, I’ve gotta do this!” he said, dropping to his knees.

I gasped as he took my cock in his hand and gently guided me into his warm wet mouth. Jesus! That was fantastic. It was so soft and wet and as my cock disappeared down his throat. As it re-appeared, he began to suck and, after he did this a couple of times, I could feel that tingle start in the base of my feet. He began to rock a little faster and I began to thrust into his face harder, and that wonderful tingle began to spread up through the back of my calf muscles, past my knees and into the inside of my thighs. In a few moments my balls felt wrapped in a cushion of electricity and I felt a sudden burst of heat as his palm cupped them. The tingle immediately turned to shock and shot up through my spine, snapping my head back and my mouth open so that my cry of passionate release shot skyward as I shot my load of cum deep into his wonderful mouth. I was gripping his head, in a spasm of ecstasy, braying like a fool, dancing in heaven, when his strong arms forced me to release him.

“Oh my sweet fucking God!” I gasped, dropping to my knees to face him. “That was fucking unbelievable.”

He grinned with his lovely large white teeth, and I leaned forward and kissed him. He tasted of man and sperm and I licked his chin before kissing him with the passion of a true lover.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He stood and faced me. “You want to try?”

His cock looked gigantic, and I was feeling a little turned off. I usually felt this way after an orgasm and would need time to get going, or so I thought. Because this made me feel somewhat guilty, I mean, this man had made me feel so good just a moment before that I felt I would have done anything for him, I knew I couldn’t stop now.

Taking him in my hand, I noticed my thumb barely met my forefinger, his cock was so thick. I stared at it. I had never examined another man’s cock before and this was a good opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. I began to slowly masturbate him, watching with fascination as my fist drew his foreskin over the helmet shape of his glans. I became aware of every ridge and bump as my fist passed over them. This was certainly a masterpiece, a thing of great beauty. A few moments of this stroking produced a steady flow of clear pre-cum. As I loved to lick my own pre-cum so I began to lick his and, in the process, found I was licking his cock as though it were an iced lolly. A hot one! This made me giddy and I laughed a little. The encouraging tousling of my hair from his hand filled me with a sense of wellbeing and love. I looked up at his face and gave his cock a long slow lick, taking all the sweet pre-cum into my mouth.

“Mmmm, Willies lolly, you just can’t lick anything better!” I murmured, without breaking eye contact.

He grinned at me and I took him into my mouth. He was massive. What ensued though filled me with panic. He started to thrust and I started to choke. I tried to keep him from going down my throat, to stop myself from gagging on him and to try to get my teeth out of his way. I quickly learned to grab the wild beast with two fists, thus ensuring only so much of him could get into my mouth. The gagging eased, although by now he was covered in thick spittle from my throat. I just couldn’t get my teeth out of his way and was afraid I was hurting him, and so was failing to be a good lover. Suddenly, he was out of my mouth and I felt his strong arms lift me and turn me over. With my hands on my knees, and my ass facing him, I felt the bluntness of his cock against me. I could feel the pressure on my ass, but nothing was happening. I looked back and saw the size of him and knew that would never fit into me.

“It won’t fit,” I said, somewhat disappointed.

“We’ll see,” He said with determination.

Leaning forward, he dribbled into the crack in my ass. Then, kneeling behind me, he started to lick my asshole, pressing his tongue deep into me. It felt fantastic and I felt on fire. He jumped up and bracing himself behind me using his hands on my hips as a lever, he slowly forced that monstrous cock into me. The pain was something else. I really thought he was going to split me open. But he stopped every few moments, asking me if I was okay and, as the pain eased to discomfort, I nodded my assent and he continued to ride me. After a few minutes, he began to fuck me slowly, gently easing me up and down his shaft. My ass felt as if it had a brick in it, and I was afraid something awful would happen. But this man kept at it. After what seemed like an age, I could feel his balls slapping into me and looking back I saw him grin.

“I told you” he said, “all the way! You’ve got a lovely tight ass and I love fucking it. Mmmm, I could really get used to this,” he murmured, fucking me slowly with his eyes shut and obviously in ecstasy. “Now, I want you to roll over onto your back without coming off me, okay!”

“I’ll try,” I grunted.

We manoeuvred each other into place until I could feel the cool clover against by back and this big black man between my thighs with his cock way up my ass. He leaned over me and kissed me.

“Better get ready, ‘cos ‘til now I’ve been going easy with you!” he said.

“I’m ready,” I said, not sure if I really was but determined to be, if I could.

He held my legs by the back of my calves and pushing them toward my head, he raised my ass to allow himself a better angle to fuck me. Then, like those gigantic steam engines in the old movies, he began thrusting slowly into me, gaining momentum with each thrust until he was fucking me furiously. He drove his entire nine inch cock fully up into my ass, then whipped it out until only his cock head remained inside me then repeated this with another thrust of his full cock, faster and faster. My ass was numb from the pounding he was giving it. I watched his face. His expression changed from sheer concentration to sheer pleasure to sheer bliss. My cock was hard again and I started wanking just watching him. In a couple of minutes, I shot another load all over my stomach and when Willie saw that, he whooped and roared and all I felt was my ass suddenly getting wetter as he shot his load deep inside me. He gave a few more deep thrusts as his body spasmed to the conclusion of his orgasm.

We lay together for another half-hour or so, kissing and nibbling each other lovingly. That was a very special day for me and it looked like the start of some good times ahead. We dressed and made our way slowly back to school with Willie promising that the next time, I could fuck him, provided I could give him a proper blowjob.

All hell broke loose when we got into school. Jeremy Whittler, a jerk whose daddy was on the Board of Governors, claimed that someone had broken into his locker and stolen his gold Rolex with the diamonds around its face. He said Willie was to blame and without much ado, Willie, my lover, was expelled after a few days investigation. I never even got the chance to say goodbye. I did get the chance however, to whip Jeremy Whittler’s ass any time I could.

“Ahem! Eh, Mr. Flynn!”

I jolted upright. My foot caught the side of the table and the damn swivel chair kicked and threw me onto the floor.

“Jesus Margaret! What the hell are you doing? Sneaking up on me like that. A guy could get a heart attack!” I complained to my secretary as she stood in the doorway looking at me.

“Well sorry! But I couldn’t get your attention. But I can see you were clearly otherwise engaged!” she said staring at my crotch.

I looked down and saw with horror that my cock was both erect and exposed.

“Shit, eh sorry Margaret,” I muttered going crimson with embarrassment.

“Seen one, seen ‘em all,” she said with some satisfaction. “By the way, your wife’s on the ‘phone.”

I was going to challenge her assumption about all cocks being the same but decided I was over exposed as it was so I just picked up the phone to Ann.

Before I had a chance to say a word, she launched in.

“Frank, you know I’m meeting the bridge club at seven, and the children are away, so you’ll have to fend for yourself this evening, OK? By the way, some man named Onwu said he was in town this evening and had some unfinished business he wanted to finalise with you. He’s staying at the Clarion and I told him you’d give him a call. Gotta run, bye!” She rang off without my getting a chance to say one word, but boy, was that ever the best message I had ever received.

I picked up the phone and dialled.

“Hotel Clarion, good afternoon, how may I be of assistance……….”

A Beautiful Friendship - Gay Sex Stories

2009-05-26T04:53:00.000-07:00

Gay Sex Stories presents "A Beautiful Friendship"

Oil Can was the name he went by. I think very few of his friends knew his real name. I was one of the few. Robert Elliott Griswald III didn't fit him, but Oil Can was the perfect name for him, He was a smooth, oily, dangerous if heated and yet necessary. He was a local marijuana king-pin. I don't know how or where he grew the stuff, but grow it he did and it was some of the best shit around. At the time I was a 20-year old college student who was paying his way through school by providing his fellow students with good dope at a good price. I am also gay, but at that time I
was in the closet to everyone who I didn't have sex with. Nobody ever caught on because I was a bit avant garde and any telltale trait was missed among other eccentricities, beside the guy with the good dope is everyone's friend.

Back to Oil Can. He was 13 years older than me and not the most physically beautiful man in the world, but he was definitely one of the sexiest human beings I'd ever laid eyes on. He was tall and sinewy. At 6'2" he weighed only 175 lbs. but he wasn't skinny, he was all toned muscles. Not the bulging kind, but the guy could have been a model in an anatomy class discussing the muscle structure of the human body. He had thick, shoulder-length honey blond hair, bright blue eyes and the longest, thickest lashes I've ever seen on a man. When he looked you right in the eyes you couldn't help but think you'd just had a sexual act performed on you. Add the fact that no matter what subject you discussed with him, he managed to seamlessly bring the conversation around to raw sex.

I know for a fact that he fucked women with the same routine as most men change underwear, though from what I'd seen for myself rarely did he fuck any one woman on more than one occasion. I'm not sure if that was his choice or theirs but I suspect the former. I don't think he trusted women enough to let one too far into his life. I've no doubt that with his sexual magnetism he had very little trouble luring willing partners into his bed. He did mention on more than several occasions that he had to cum a minimum of three time a day and that he availed himself of whatever was available to get off, even if it was only his hand (though he made a point
of saying that wasn't too often).

Now while I'm gay, up to that point I'd only had sex with about 5 people, 4 guys and 1 girl. The girl was first and after that I knew what I wanted. Any way even though I'd only had sex with other gay guys my own age I found myself fantasizing about having sex with Oil Can, about him having hot, passionate sex with me. That it was never going to happen soon took away some of the thrill. Still I'd worked myself up over him enough not to let go. It struck me that I could just give him a blow job. I talked myself into believing that if a pussy wasn't handy that he'd pick my mouth over his hand. That seemed a more realistic possibility so my daily masturbatory session continued to feature my obsession of having sexual contact with Oil Can, even if only one-sided. Of course at the time I didn't have anywhere near the balls to proposition him and in the back of
my mind there was this nagging feeling that servicing a straight guy who would never return the favor in any way was kind of cheap and sleazy. Though that didn't stop me from spewing gallons of cum thinking about it.

Then fate took over. I was scheduled to pick up a K brick (the smallest quantity he'd deal in) from Oil Can on Thursday evening. A long weekend was coming and I wanted to be ready for my customer's recreational needs. Things got a little fucked up and I couldn't get over to his place
that evening. I called and he told me not to sweat it, that I could pick it up the following day as he had no plans to be away from home.

I told him I'd likely be there shortly after noon as I only had morning
classes on Friday. The next morning I had second thoughts. I not only had
to pick up the delivery, I had to weight it out and bag it and that would
take too long as most of my customers would want to get off campus before
dark and would need their orders ready earlier. I decided to blow off my
classes and pick up the dope right away so that I'd be ready on time.

I took a quick shower, dressed and headed out to the parking lot, deciding
to skip breakfast. It was just before eight when I pulled up in front of
Oil Can's place. He lives at the end of a sparsely populated cul-de-sac. A
screened-in front porch ran the length of the front of the house and as I
approached the screened door I could see that the front door was wide open.

I shouted through the screen, "Oil Can it's Teddy."

"Come on in." A shout came from deep within the house.

I opened the door, walked across the porch and through the front door into
the living room. Oil Can wasn't anywhere to been seen.

"Where are you?" I said loudly without shouting.

"I'm in my bedroom, come on back."

I knew that he often kept K bricks under his bed and just assumed that he
was there getting my order. I walked down the hall toward his room at the
very end. I walked through the door and saw the most unexpected sight I
think I'd ever seen. There was Oil Can, bone naked, his torso propped up
against the headboard by three pillows and his right hand slowly stroking
easily the most beautiful and sexy cock I'd ever seen or even imagined.

He didn't even glance over at me, his eyes remained fixed on the television
screen silently playing a porno flick of some woman sucking the head of an
impossibly large, thick cock. While his eyes remained on the screened
action mine were glued to the slab of meat his right hand was caressing. It
was about 7 inches, perfectly shaped and ramrod straight. It was so thick
that his large hand just barely managed to encase it in its fisted
grasp. Any pretense that I might have entertained on being above servicing
a straight man's cock melted in the growing heat of lust that was firing in
the midst of my groin. I'm not sure how long I just stood there staring or
what I must have looked like doing so, but the sound of his voice brought
me out of my daze.

"What's the matter, never seen a guy jacking off before?" He said as he
turned his face fully toward me. The expression that crossed his face
revealed that he recognized the truth. His next words confirmed it.

"No, that's not it. I've seen that look before. You want it. I'll be
fucked; my little buddy is a pole smoker. Well shit, man, this is too
good. Get over here and take care of me. Like they said in Casablanca I
think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship."

He released his grasp on his cock and it smacked back against his flat
stomach, he scooted down lower on the bed and spread his legs open. "Get
yourself comfortable, then climb aboard," he nodded toward the space
between his legs, "I have what you want and I'm more than ready to give it
to you."

I couldn't have been dissuaded from what I was about to do if every guy on
my dorm floor had suddenly materialized in that room. I kicked off my
sandals, dropped my short where I stood and having gone commando that
morning stood there sporting only my tee-shirt and a six-inch hard on. I
walked to the foot of the bed, climbed on and knelt between his legs.

He looked me straight in the eyes and I became his willing sex
slave. "Start by licking my balls, work `em real good, get `em hot, wet and
tight. Then move up to my shaft and use your tongue to get it good and wet,
lick it up and down and coat it with your spit and my pre-cum. I'll let you
know when I want you to take it in your mouth. Take it down to the root and
then slowly start going up and down, using you tongue and lips all over
it. Run your tongue over the head and then slowly go back down. Keep that
going, up and down real slow. When I'm ready I'll take over and take us to
and through the final act." With that he pushed his head back into the
pillows and closed his eyes.

I lowered my head into his crotch and pushed my face into his ball sac. It
was obvious he'd showered before going to bed, but a light musk had built
over the night and been added to by his self-stimulatory action moments
earlier. It perfumed his pubes and sent me into sexual ecstasy. I nuzzled
my nose against his balls and took in the delicious scent. Instinctively my
tongue came out of my mouth and I began to lave the crinkled skin. I wanted
to take both orbs into my warm mouth, but their size limited me to one at a
time. I must have been doing it right because I could hear quiet moans
coming from above my head. I must have worked on his balls for a good
fifteen minutes. I was only my hunger for his cock that forced me away from
them.

I slid my tongue up over his balls until I made contact with the base of
his shaft. I balanced myself and then brought my right hand up to take hold
of his cock pulling it up off his stomach and toward my face. I slowly
licked my way up the entire thick seven inches until my tongue was at the
ridge of his cut head.

Pre-cum was bubbling out of his piss slit like a broken water fountain and
I lapped it up like the nectar it was. I approached his shaft from the side
taking it between my lips, sliding up, down and around using my tongue to
tease the taut skin and capture the streams of man juice that were running
down. The quiet moans became less quiet. I couldn't take much more; I
hungered to have this incredible piece of man meat in my hot mouth and was
thinking about taking it right down my throat with or without his
permission. Apparently my needs meshed with his because I heard him say,
"take me now,' with as much urgency in his voice as I was feeling.

I didn't have to be told twice. I ran my mouth up his shaft, capped his
head in my mouth and in one very quick movement swallowed his cock down to
his pubes. I felt his head stretch its entrance into my throat and I was in
total bliss, a fantasy come to life. Then I hear him hiss out,
"S-L-O-O-O-W, or this won't last long and I want it to last as long as
possible."

I forced myself to comply though what I really wanted to do was to go crazy
on him until I forced him to feed me what I knew was going to be a hot,
thick load. I went up and down as slowly as I could make myself go. I made
exquisite love to that beautiful cock with my lips, tongue and throat
muscles. I did for him what I would want someone to do to me and before
long I was really into it. He was groaning, filling the room with the
sounds of his pleasure. His groans and this interesting new desire to
provide total satisfaction while at the same time entering what seemed like
a different plain of sexual awareness and I could have gone on with this
for hours. As it was I don't think it was more than twenty minutes.

Suddenly he took my head in his two strong hands and pulled it into his
cock while at the same time he began to pump into my mouth. "Relax your
mouth and throat, but keep your lips tight around me," he instructed. I
complied. He was in control and I loved it.

"YEAH!!! Won't be long now. Oh fuck you are one great cocksucker. I want
you to take it all and swallow it down for me. You hear me?"

I nodded my head and mumbled my agreement...

"Good. Get ready `cause I'm gonna dump a fuckin' truck load of cum right
down that fuckin' throat of yours. OH FUCK!!! Gettin' real fuckin'
close. Remember fuckin' swallow every drop, don't waste none. OH SHIT, get
ready."

I felt his cock shudder and throb, it swelled between my lips and then:

"OH FUCKIN" SWEET JESUS, urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

ONE, TWO, THREE blasts and globs of thick cum flooded my mouth. I felt the
throbs of about a dozen more but their power was drowned out in those that
had cum before and filled me up. I had to swallow fast several time in
order to not allow any to escape my mouth. I didn't want to let him out of
my mouth until I was certain I'd capture every tiny drop that could be
milked from him. He was writhing on the bed and from the first roar with
the first blast he'd quieted down to an almost childish whimper. I didn't
release him until he'd gone completely limp in my mouth and he seemed to
enjoy the post-orgasm ministration I gave him gently nursing on his
softening prick. Finally I sat up and was suddenly aware of my own rampant
cock. I had to have relief of my own and didn't much care if he liked it or
not.

I fisted my cock and began pumping it like only a man in real need must. He
grinned up at me, watching what I was doing and said, "Go for it. You can
spray it all over my cock and balls if that'll get you off better."

That was all I needed. Two or three strokes more and I was indeed spraying
a thick coating of my own load all over his exhausted cock and balls. Like
he said it was the start of a beautiful friendship.

More of the friendship to follow, if you want.

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Morning walks

2009-04-29T08:24:00.000-07:00

Sunday morning in the dorms. I got my robe on and took my
bathroom stuff down the silent hall. After shaving,
showering, shampooing, and rinsing, I dried off and went to
my room to get dressed. Since I was shy, sober, and liked
sleeping, I was usually the only one up before 6. Today was
different.

"Hi James."

I turned to see him in his turquoise/black robe walking my
way.

"Morning." I didn't know his name. He had been saying Hi
to me all year, but we didn't have any classes together. He
lived on the other side of our floor too.

"What _is_ your name anyway?", I asked, feeling friendly.

He smiled and said "Geoffrey. What are doing up so early?"
His clear voice sounded pleasant in the empty hall.

"I like to take a sunrise walk after breakfast. I've never
seen you up this early before."

"Yeah, well..." He was clearly thinking of something to
say. "I was awake anyway and thought I might as well get
the day started."

Geoffrey was 5' 9", lean, and attractive. His golden
forward-combed crewcut was shorter than my simple blow-dried
to stand up in front 3/4" dark blond hair. I liked that he
said Hi to me, but I didn't know if there was a good way to
tell people I was gay, or to ask others if they were. I
didn't think people wanted to know, so I played it safe.

"Well, see ya later. Good to finally know your name
Geoffrey."

"Okay James. Later."

Scene 2

I was having cereal alone in the dining hall when he walked
in. He looked over, briefly raised his eyebrows, and waved.
I waved back. Please God don't let him be straight! Not
that I was desperate for a boyfriend, but the last thing I
needed was to mask my true self away for the millionth time.

Geoffrey came over and set his tray down across from me.

"And how're the Cocoa Krispies today?", he asked.

"Good." Great... another monosyllabic conversational dead
end.

"Just good?" He looked me in the eyes to get a more honest
reaction. I couldn't help but begin laughing.

"No, they're really, truly great. We're lucky to get them
before they're gone. Really lucky." We both held eye
contact a half second longer than usual.

He broke away with a little grin and poured his mini cereal
box into the milk bowl. Was he flirting with me?

"So," he asked, "where do you walk in the morning?"

"Just around the tennis courts, the towers and back." Since
I was finished eating, I lingered over my 10 page campus
newspaper.

"Hmmm. Maybe I'll do that someday."

"You want to go with me? I'll wait for you to finish."

"Yeah." Geoffrey and I looked up. I didn't hide anything
with my glance. "I'd like that."

"Good." I felt my dick start to grow in my tight grey
corduroys. There was a light, fluttery feeling in my heart.
We were both grinning.

"Geoffrey--"

"Geoff. Just Geoff."

"Okay. Geoff. So... how do you like this college?"

"You want the truth?"

I nodded, still reading the little ads in the back pages.

"I was a little surprised how easy freshman year was. 4 of
my 5 finals were multiple choice tests. Overall..." He
briefly sneered and shrugged his shoulders.

"You mean you... don't like it either?" I asked with a
growing smile and fake drama in my voice.

"No...", he whispered. "I hate it!" We both tried to hold
in laughter. My half-hard cock felt so good then. I
squeezed my legs together and moved my right ankle up and
down. I took a deep breath, holding contact with his gentle
blue-grey eyes.

Scene 3

Geoff and I walked in the cool morning air. The white
towers were bathed in rose light. There were big shiny
puddles on the tennis courts. The past-full moon was
setting in the blue/pink haze.

Neither of us had said anything to confirm our gay status.
It felt nice to let it be in the background. There was a
chance he was just a nice regular guy, and I didn't want to
freak him out.

We walked. And talked a little. I didn't know what more to
say. I was too busy wondering what he might be working up
to. We rounded the last tower and headed back to our
building. Along the long tennis court chain link fence.

"James?"

"Yeah Geoff?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I stopped. Swallowed. Looked up at his honest, friendly
face.

"Why do you..." Why was I playing for time? Answer him!

"No, no I don't. I've... wanted to find someone though."

Geoff nodded and gave a cool, subtle male smile. "Same
here. Can we... see each other sometime? I don't know if
it will work out, I just... have liked you for a long time."

"Yeah. I was..." We were both feeling so happy and
relieved that one of us brought up what we were both
thinking. But there was still a healthy tension as we faced
the unknown. I know I wasn't an expert at picking up guys.

"I was wondering how you knew my first name before. A part
of me was hoping you were checking me out." I started
walking slowly. Geoff came alongside.

"Mm. Yeah." He looked down shyly. "I saw a package at
your door one afternoon, and read your name... I was hoping
you'd give some obvious sign of being gay when I tried to
talk to you. I was hoping you'd come to the gay/lesbian
association some night."

"Man, I wouldn't be caught dead there. Not that there's
anything wrong with that..." We both laughed. "But I'm too
shy even about normal stuff, and I'm not about to...
broadcast my feelings when I don't have to."

"Hey, it's not so bad. But now that you mention it, the
queerest of the queer do tend to dominate the discussions.
But you can't blame 'em. It's kind of fun to play with the
upperclassmen's heads and give 'em the old snubberoo if they
come on too obviously."

"You know," I said, "when I visited here as a high school
senior, I was so relieved to see the GLA ad in the paper
when I had lunch with my parents. Going to college seemed
ten times cooler after the realization hit me that that
group could exist. Totally different from high school."

"Growing up gay", sighed Geoff. We shared another smile and
glance. We had the whole Sunday ahead of us. Our long
shadows followed us home toward the blinding sun.

Scene 4

We were alone in a study room off the main lobby. Sitting
together on the couch, not knowing quite what might happen.

"Geoff. I don't want to give you the wrong impression.
I've been pretending to be cool about all this, but the
truth is, I have no idea what comes next." I took a deep
breath, knowing I had to be myself from now on.

"Well," Geoff said, "I've never.. had a real.. boyfriend
before. I mean.. I've had two sex affairs with guys in high
school, but that's all it was. I think we should, I don't
know, try going on a date and taking it from there."

"Dating you sounds good. I've never been on a real date
before."

"Why not?" Geoff really wanted to know. He wasn't drilling
for information like girls did.

"See, I have three older brothers. And uh, I saw how
ridiculous it was for them to put so much energy into what
they wore, where they were going, and how they would impress
their girls. And I knew I would never take dating that
seriously. When I heard a comedian say it was just a job
interview for a relationship, I knew dating wasn't for me."

"Were you still a little confused about being gay?"

"Hmm. I knew I was different, I'll tell you that. I wasn't
competitive or interested in sports at all. I guess I just
didn't like how all this sexuality and sex education was
forced down on me in school and _church_, which was twice as
creepy. I knew I didn't want to make a baby, so I just
wanted everyone to shut up about it."

"And then?", Geoff asked, grinning and running his hand back
through his soft hair.

I smiled at the memory.

"And then I met Kyle."

Geoff started caressing the top of my hand.

"He was the first person I ever felt... attracted to. He
was so beautiful!" I closed my eyes and tilted my head
back.

"He was just everything, everything, I could ever hope to
find, even though at 16 I hadn't even started looking. I
tried to split my... penis feelings away from the friendship
I wanted, but it was hopeless." I smiled and rubbed my jaw.

"These feelings in my heart... God it was a rush! The
fantasies came so easily. I knew then that if wanting Kyle
meant being gay, then being gay was exactly right for me."

"So what happened?"

"He... noticed how I was looking at him. I was way to shy
to make a move, but he, and his friends, saw me, entranced
in the lunch room. The place went silent as I finished a
sigh. I thought I was safe sitting in the corner by the
windows. But... You can imagine. Big joke for everyone.
Luckily it died down after a week. No one could prove
anything. I felt so small and embarrassed. The whole thing
only made me more shy too."

There was a pause. Geoff took his turn. Slowly, he began.

"I was lucky to... start being gay during the summer. For
me it was a totally natural feeling. I had always noticed
good looking guys, and I knew I wanted to be... boyfriends
when I got older. My first time with a guy was in the hot
tub of a Wyoming hotel. I've never told anyone this."

"I was 14, and there was a 15 year old there. He was
clearly gay, but, you know, a top. We were alone in the
small pool room, under the suds. It was so much fun to just
be with another boy. A boy who wanted to look at me and
smile. When he suddenly went to the middle and stood up
naked I was in heaven! In five minutes, we were naked and
jacking each other off under the hot bubbles."

"I couldn't believe I was DOING IT at last. And to go so
wild basically in public added even more of a thrill. We
got together later and kissed in the stairway, but it wasn't
as great. The hot tub was our place. But it was always
_crowded_ after that. We had no choice but to let it end."

"It's funny, no one ever suspected I was gay in high school.
I guess I looked too 'manly' because of my face and short
hair. If only the people knew how I started buzzing it
down."

"I'd like to know", I said. His style was lovely, the way
his pink skin delicately showed through the shining 1/4"
carpet.

"It was all a mistake, the first time. Short hair was
definitely not in for guys my age in my town. But I was
getting tired of it falling in my eyes and having to brush
it out of the way every time the wind blew. It's hard to
believe it was ever 6 inches long."

"There was this haircutting kit in the basement. I read the
instructions, and thought it looked easy. I was 16.
Summertime again. I didn't have a barber cape, so I just
did it in the upstairs bathroom, nude."

I was biting my lower lip thinking about the big mistake he
would make. But he sounded happy to talk about it.

"It was just... impossible to make it work right. The
spacers just pushed the hair away from the cutter. I had
cut off way too much in the front. I had 1 inch bangs
sticking out and big edge lines on the side because I had no
idea how to blend one length into another."

"I had no other choice. I just took the smallest spacer and
buzzed it all down to nothing. Well, a quarter inch. But
it was a very shocking change, to say the least. All my
life I had had 'normal' length hair."

I uncrossed my legs to make room for my hardening dick.

"When I saw myself in the mirror, I... was so different.
And so beautiful. I liked seeing all that new skin. The
roundness of my head was excellent. I was like a new
person. Older and younger at the same time. My eyes looked
bigger. When I moved my head, my hairs all moved with me,
perfectly still. Needless to say, I discovered I liked the
look of short hair. Since I was nude, I was totally hard by
then."

"In the freedom of the moment, I jacked away to my exotic
new reflection and had a hot, wonderful orgasm. From then
on, I cut my own hair, loving the daring statement it made."

"Thankfully, after the first day, nobody else cared. I even
started a little trend the next fall in school. I _would_
go totally bald, but, you know, for a white guy... I don't
want to give the wrong impression. Maybe if I have another
private summer..."

"You're a very interesting guy, Geoff", I said.

"Well, if you can't talk to your boyfriend, who can you talk
to?"

I leaned forward, slowly at first. Geoff raised his hands
to my shoulders and we pulled in for our first kiss. Soft,
tender, warm, lovely. My first real boyfriend kiss. I
blinked slowly and we made out. I loved it.

Scene 5

We were walking home from the movies. A week had passed.
We had dated, talked, held hands, eaten together at the
dorm, gone on morning walks... I was really in love with
him. And I loved being a boyfriend. So much better than
being single and unknown.

Where to have sex? It felt so wrong to say goodnight and go
to bed alone, knowing how much we wanted to be together.
Thank Goodness for the GLA.

Geoff knew a gay Resident Assistant in the towers. It was
the baby bust, and he had keys to the empty rooms. He was
happy to help us out as long as we kept the arrangement
quiet and cleaned up before we left.

We brought our backpacks to the tower and rode up the 15
floors in the graffiti covered elevator. I was shaking a
little, and too nervous to kiss Geoff. Playing it cool, we
found our dark room and locked ourselves in.

I spread my soft blankets out on the single twin bed. The
college had given up on bunk beds three years ago. I pulled
out the pillows from his backpack and stacked them on the
bed's free end. Geoff opened the curtain to reveal the
black night and glowing lights of the other towers.

"I've wanted you so bad", said Geoff.

I breathed in as we tightly embraced. Just to hold him,
knowing we had all night, private, together, was bliss.

"I'm so glad we found each other."

By the soft light of the tower windows, we kissed. This was
passion. I untucked Geoff's shirt and pulled it up. He let
me kiss his chest as I undid his belt.

He stepped out of his shoes and socks as I stood up and
reached around his waist. Reaching down, I caressed his hot
ass, letting his unzipped jeans fall at their own pace.
Between minty-fresh kisses, Geoff got my shirt off. After a
beautiful moment of hugging and exploring, I pulled his
boxers down, lower and lower from his waist to the base of
his ass. Quickly, he completed stripping.

I kept my light grey sweatpants on as I led him down to the
bed. My symbol of dominance. I kissed his shoulders and
caressed his sides as I worked my way down. Soon I was
kissing the area between his navel and pubic hair. I took
his cock head in my mouth. Only for a second. I straddled
him and kissed him on the lips. He tasted his own pre come
on my hot tongue. I pulled away quickly, then quickly
kicked off my Nikes and socks. I returned to his dick, went
down an extra inch, closed my eyes, and licked up and off.
I pulled off my sweats and briefs, throwing them to the
other side of the room.

I tortured him by sucking for no longer than 5 seconds at a
time, then kissing his body up and down. Squares of light
glided across the pale green walls as traffic passed below.
I felt so great having Geoff at my command, going half on
instinct and half on my sex-story fueled imagination. His
hot, salty come tasted and felt perfect in my mouth.

"I love you."

Realizing just what we were doing--naked, together... Oh it
was heaven. I loved the scent of his cologne. The
masculine scents of his slippery cock... The heat and shape
and way he filled me. How I knew how much ecstasy was
flowing from my lips and tongue straight into him, my...
boyfriend! My lover!

No time for games now. I sucked and licked Geoff, going up
and down his pulsing penis of love. He was breathing hard
and clutching my shoulders. I felt his leg muscles tense as
he raised his pelvis up. Steady, steady, I lovingly took
him higher. At last, the taste of ejaculation. I felt
sperm heat slip over my gums and coat my cheeks. I kept
licking and pressing his cock head to the roof of my mouth,
knowing how sensitive he must have been right then.

"Oh! Aaaah! James! My... Oh... My God! Aaaah... Oh
yes.."

He was still hard, still breathing heavy. As he slowed
down, so did I. I knew he didn't want to feel the cold air
on his dick right away though. I playfully finished sucking
him, feeling his come go down inside me as I swallowed.
Turning my head slowly, I gently sucked until only my lips
surrounded his softening pink tip. A final few loving
licks. I kissed his fallen flesh gently.

"James, that is so good. Oh..."

I inhaled deeply, loving his world of private fragrances. I
massaged the tops of his thighs and kissed his balls,
sucking each one in my mouth, taking turns as I kissed his
beautiful cock and licked him dry.

Geoff was breathing deeply and slowly, recovering. I was
glad to do such a good job for him. I climbed on top of him
and rested on my elbows to kiss him. We _kissed._ Geoff
fully shared the taste of come in my mouth. No kiss I ever
imagined could have been this hot. Boyfriends, made for
each other.

"Are you ready? Do you want..."

"Yes!", Geoff said, his eyes crinkling. "Yes, James. Fuck
me. Yes."

I guided him, turned him over. He hugged the pillows and
bent his knees under. I wasn't going to do him dry, but he
didn't need to know that. Not penetrating, I positioned
myself, touching my hard, aching cock to his wonderful
crack. I massaged the sides of his hips. I bent forward to
kiss the back of his neck, then his shoulders, then the
center of his spine, down, down, down, to his waist. I
positioned myself again.

"Get ready, girl."

I saw Geoff's body flinch as he processed what I said and
how I said it. He was mine. I couldn't believe I was being
this way, this... toppish. But I knew he was a bottom, and
needed firm guidance.

I got the tube of K-Y from the backpack and bounced back
into position on the bed. Geoff's ass swayed and circled as
the bed rocked. He was so so so beautiful. My boyfriend
was so perfect in the night.

I squeezed out plenty of lube onto his ass. I worked it in,
gently, with my left pinky. Geoff began to breathe deeply
again. His ass tightened on my little finger as I slooowly
twisted my wrist back and forth.

I coated my throbbing red cock with clear jelly. I took a
deep breath, realizing I was losing my virginity now. Geoff
opened himself up. I pressed in and pushed and pushed and
pushed forward in one long slow move. He was so soft
inside! Oh! Geoff! Thank you!

Geoff's body was shaking. He was swallowing and breathing
hard. I pulled out and felt him squeeze and shit my dick
back. I reasserted my dominance and pressed forward when
his squeeze got strongest. I wanted to selfishly do the
fucking for awhile.

Geoff's ass loosened up as we rocked together. Holding his
strong chest from the sides as I plunged and withdrew was so
natural, so right. Feeling his strong back muscles flexing
under my hands was... just amazing. His muscles. I was a
boy too. Oh God, I loved being so totally gay!

Still half inside him, I squeezed on some more lube after
the first few minutes. Oh. Oh yeah. Slippery
buttfucking... Oh my God! I wanted to go faster, but
something was holding me to this sloooow pace. I let Geoff
fuck me back the next time he squeezed.

Together, we found our perfect rhythm. Him squeezing me so
tight, me filling him again and again. In, out. Oh. Yes.

"Geoff, my love."

Naturally, faster and faster, we fucked hard. I was totally
inside him, my balls pressed between us. Seeing him, nude,
his glorious ass, waist, back, and shoulders... And I'm
fucking him, so beautiful. Sliding deep in and out. Oh.
Aaaah. Faster. Oh God. Now. OOOOH!

I gasped for breath as my trembling cock exploded with come.
I had never felt so ALIVE. I pictured my red, curving cock
inside him, coming and sliding in come. Geoff squeezed hard
and I wildly fucked faster.

"Oh! Oh! Geoff! Aah! Oh! Mo. I (haaah) love you! Oh.
Yeah. Oh, Geoff."

I stayed hard for at least two more minutes. I was light
headed from lack of oxygen. I had fucked my boyfriend. He
had fucked me just as much. We were made for each other.
Oh Geoff, you wonderful, beautiful man. I love you.

"I love you, Geoff."

Geoff hugged his pillows as I withdrew my slimy penis from
him. He turned his body around under me. I relaxed and sat
on the tops of his thighs.

"Oh James, you were so great."

We kissed and embraced, knowing we were fully united now. I
drifted off to sleep, feeling his gentle hands caress my
skin. His loving, passionate body mine to shower with
affection. My One, my Love, my special, special boyfriend.

A New Start - Gay Sex Stories

2009-04-27T21:05:00.000-07:00

Junior year was the best year of my life so far. Although I continued as treasurer, a job nobody wanted, I was able to move into one of the few single rooms in the fraternity house. Mine was much less grand than the president's quarters, but at least it had a private bath en suite. That was a plus for me, not because I had any problem taking showers with the brothers, but because it allowed me to use my douche kit when I felt the need. Todd, of course, had the presidential suite. Spence and the new pledge master, Will Bigelow, shared what had been Todd's and my room.

Todd and I remained good friends. He was busy with his chapter duties, but he'd stop by my room sometimes and we'd have a long talk. Or he'd invite me up to his room for a beer and conversation. He was my best friend on campus. And he was as good as his word. I was never hassled by anyone about sex. There may have been rumors around the house about what was going on the previous year between Jake and me, but no one ever said anything to me about it.

Hank and I continued to get together at his apartment for sex from time to time, and now that I was in a single, I could use my toys as necessary. I continued to date occasionally, partly because I enjoyed women's company and partly for my reputation. I even had sex from time to time. Oh, I should have said that Mel wasn't home that summer between sophomore and junior year, and her mother told me she was pinned to some guy from MIT.

Matt and I exchanged emails about once a month. He was always very busy, especially during football season because he was playing first string for the Cavaliers, but he was also a bit distant. I don't know whether our friendship was totally blown by what he and the others did or not. I'd told him I'd forgiven him for his part in it. `Oh, well,' I thought. `He's got his life in Charlottesville, and I've got mine here. It's probably natural that we'd drift apart.'

As I said, that was a good year. I knew I wanted to do graduate work and get an MBA, but the more I thought about it, the more I found the academic life attractive. Maybe after grad school I'd look for a teaching job. I thought it might be less pressured, less cutthroat than life in the "real" world.

I should mention that I didn't see Kevin Briggs again after that episode with Leo. I heard he got a job after graduating from Purdue and was working somewhere on the East Coast. I did see Leo occasionally when I was at home. Those were always awkward moments. We'd say hello and ask about each other's parents, but then he seemed as eager as I to move on.

If my junior year had been a halcyon period, senior year was just the opposite.

I arrived back on campus to start my last year as an undergraduate full of optimism. I was also pretty horny. There hadn't been any girls around, or, for that matter, any guys either. So it was just my hand and my toys.

I had the same room in the Alpha house I'd had the year before. Spence had moved into the president's suite. Clark Brown, the new vice president, and a buddy of his, Lee Garrison, were in the room I had shared with Todd sophomore year.

It was just after 8:00 PM about midway through the first week of classes that there was a knock on my door. I invited whoever it was to come in. I was at my pc and wanted to save what I was working on, so I hadn't gone to the door.

"Thom Benson. You and I went through pledging and initiation together. We've known each other for three years. And I'd never have guessed you were queer."

I recognized the voice and when I turned, sure enough, it was Spence.

"Um, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about an interesting email I got from Jake Evans. He told me some things about you and attached some very interesting pictures."

My stomach sank. I'd thought all of that was behind me. And I'd naively thought Jake was being honest when he told Todd he hadn't kept any of the pictures of me.

"Pictures?"

"Yeah. And I think you know what ones. Look, I have some things to do. Why don't you come to my room about 11:00 and we'll talk about them."

It wasn't a request.

When I got there, he pointed toward his computer, where there was a slideshow going. All of the pictures were of me. Some of them were stills I was familiar with. Others were still captures from the videos that I had destroyed the previous spring. Either Jake had kept copies of them, or he'd taken off a bunch of still shots before giving them to Todd.

"Thom, you really are a slut."

"Spence, I was blackmailed into doing all of that."

"Yeah, right. Jake says you really liked taking it up the ass, that you couldn't keep quiet whenever he porked you. He also says you give a great blowjob. I can't help wondering what you and your good buddy Todd were getting up to all that year. And last year."

"We didn't. Todd's straight."

"Yeah, that's what Jake said, too. But you two did seem to be awfully tight."

"We're good friends, but, as I said, Todd's as straight as they come." I didn't tell him how often I had wished that weren't so.

"Whatever. But now I've got the pics. And I've got you by the balls, don't I?"

I gave him a steely glare. "Explain that." If he hadn't been six inches taller and 25 pounds heavier than me, I might have lit into him. I'm not by nature a violent guy, but I'd really had it by this point. I'd expected all that shit was behind me, and here it was again.

"Jake told me ways to use those pictures to make things pretty fucking bad for you, Thom. Just think of all the people you don't want to see them."

I'd thought about coming out. That would simplify some things. But even if I told my parents I was bisexual, I would never want them to see those pictures. A lot of students, men and women, were out on our campus, and there was a thriving gay/lesbian organization. It was the really nasty, graphic nature of those pictures that I wouldn't want people to see. Especially, as Jake had said two years earlier, my major professors at State or the admissions committee at whatever grad school I applied to.

"Spence, we're fraternity brothers. Doesn't that mean anything to you? So what if you've been handed some power over me? That doesn't mean you have to use it." I reached for something at that point. "A gentleman wouldn't."

He actually seemed to be thinking about that. "I've watched you for the last two years. You seemed to be tight with the chapter officers, first Jake and then Todd. Everybody likes you. You look great. You get top grades. You just seemed to have it all. I think if you had wanted to, you could have been living in this room right now as chapter president. And all that time, you were gay. Brotherhood? Nah. I'm gonna have some fun with you, Benson. And you can start by taking off your clothes. I wanna see what sort of cocksucking pussyboy I've got."

"Okay," I said as I pulled off my tee. "But just so we're clear. You've got me by the short and curlies, and that's the only reason I'm doing this. I never knew what a slimy bastard you are. If the brothers knew what kind of guy you are, you wouldn't be living in this room right now."

He chuckled. "Drop the khakis, Benson. If the brothers knew what kind of a slut you are, they'd be lined up outside the door."

As I stepped out of my khakis and bent to unfasten my sandals, Spence was taking off his clothes. If he wanted to just get a blowjob or fuck me, I didn't know why he'd have to get naked. I wondered for a moment if he was gay. That would have been an interesting development.

When he knelt beside his bed and stretched his torso over it, I wondered briefly if he was about to ask me to fuck him.

"I've always wanted somebody to rim me, and no girl has ever been willing to do that. So, you get the honor. Oh, and so you won't think I'm a total slob, I took a shower a while ago."

The only person I'd ever rimmed was Hank, and, frankly, I'd enjoyed it. He had a cute, tight ass, and he was always clean. Maybe there was some connection between loving to have anything from a finger to a dildo to a dick up my ass and finding other guy's buns attractive. Whatever it was, I knelt, put a hand on each of his cheeks, and began to lick them.

"Oh, shit! I can't believe you're doing that, but it's nice."

It wasn't that I particularly wanted to make him feel good. I'd have bitten off his balls if I could have gotten away with it. But I remembered something a high school teacher used to like to say. "Anything worth doing is worth doing well." I thought, "Any ass worth licking is worth licking well." Besides, even if the ass belonged to a guy I was beginning to hate, it was a nice ass, firm, muscular, and lightly hairy.

He smelled clean, like shower soap. As I lapped closer to his crack, I smelled a slight male scent. There was a bit of curly brown hair in his crack, and that too smelled somewhat of soap and somewhat of man. As I began to lick up and down his crack, he wiggled his butt and said, "Jesus, I can't believe no one has ever done that to me before! That's fuckin' unbelievable. Now, find my hole, buttmuncher."

There was that trash talk again. I might not have minded what I was doing if I had been doing it voluntarily and he'd been grateful. I pulled away.

"What the fuck? Why did you stop?"

"Look, asshole, I'm not doing this because I love you. But there's no reason for you to be so goddamned insulting about it. I am a human being. I'm an Alpha brother, for Christ's sake. Do you have to call me names?"

"Oh, shut up. You know you fags love this kind of thing. Now, lick my butthole, queerboy."

So I licked his hole. He enjoyed it. He couldn't keep quiet, seeming to need to call me names while he reveled in what I was doing.

Finally, he made me stop.

"Okay. Get on the bed. Jake says it's better to use lube. Hang on.

I climbed on the bed and got into the doggie position. I didn't want to watch him while he fucked me. Soon he drizzled some lube onto my crack and rubbed it up and down. Then I felt the bed shaking gently as he put lube on his cock.

Pretty sure what was about to happen, I'd used a dildo to loosen up my sphincter after I'd had my shower that evening. It's a good thing I did, for Spence didn't mess around with foreplay. As with Jake, this was all about him. He hit my nut several times, enough to get me hard, but not enough to satisfy me before he came.

When he was done, he slapped my ass. "Cool! It's gonna be handy having you available, Benson. My own resident pussy. I'm between women right now, so you'll need to keep your evenings open. Now, grab your shit and get out. I'm ready to crash."

When I got back to my room, I got out of my clothes, gargled with mouthwash, and fell into bed, where I grabbed my cock. I thought what a pity it was a hunk like Spence and I couldn't be lovers instead of master and slave. I could have made him feel really good, and he could have done the same for me. That would have been so much better than what had just happened. Except, of course, that he was such a mean-spirited jerk.

I jacked myself off thinking of Hank. And Todd. And Matt. I wondered if Matty had a boyfriend, whether UVA was expected to have a good football season, where he was planning to go to grad school. I came all over my belly. Instead of cleaning it up, I rubbed it into my abs, rolled over, and went to sleep. It wasn't going to be the kind of year I'd been hoping for.

As time passed, Spence was using me on average about four times a week. Sometimes he just wanted a blowjob. When that was the case, he'd open the front of his pants and push them and his underwear down to his knees. He didn't even make me undress. Most of the time, though, we both got naked because he wanted me to rim him and then he'd fuck me. Always doggie style. Always to please him, no matter what I might have wanted.

I had to plan my study schedule and my social life, such as it was, around being available at about 11:00 each night in case Spence wanted me.

Early in November, though, Spence told me I'd now be servicing Clark, the vice president, and Lee, his roommate, whenever they wanted so long as it didn't conflict with my meeting his needs.

The roommates were juniors and I was a senior. That, along with the fact that this increased the number of guys who knew what was going on, made me angry. But I didn't see any way out of my problem, so I did what they said.

Clark and Lee liked to do me simultaneously, so I spent a lot of time either on my knees or on my back in their room while one of them fucked my face as the other fucked me at the other end. Unlike Spence, they didn't say much as they used me. Strangely, they always took me together. After about a month, I found out what was going on. I was on my back with a cock in my ass and another in my mouth. I opened my eyes at one point to see them leaning over me, kissing. They were gay? They were gay! And they were using me! I was tempted to bite Lee's cock off, but controlled myself until they were finished.

"You guys are gay, and you're going along with Spence? Does he know about you?"

"No, he doesn't know about us. And you are dead meat if you tell him. We'll just claim you refused when we asked you to come to our room and that you're lying to keep him from spreading those pics of you around."

I thought seriously about calling their bluff, but decided I didn't dare. After that, though, they quit asking me to service them. I don't know whether it was from guilt over dominating a fellow gay guy or fear that I'd rat them out to the brothers. Whatever the reason, they seemed to lose interest in me.

So I went back to being just Spence's fucktoy and cocksucker until one day a couple of weeks into the second semester when he sent me an email, saying I was to keep the coming Saturday night free. He said he'd give me the details later. The implication was that this would be something out of the ordinary.

Spence had taken to calling my phone and simply saying "Come" when he wanted me. Bastard. Late Saturday afternoon I got the summons. When I arrived at his room, he said, "I'm lending you to – and he mentioned the name of our sister sorority – for the evening. I owe their president a favor. You are to show up there, casually dressed, at 11:00."

"Wait just a fucking minute," I exploded.

He held up his hand.

"Shut up, Benson. You know what will happen if you don't do this."

"But everybody will know."

He grinned. "For all you know, you're gonna get to fuck a bunch of hot women. You claim you're bisexual, so that should be pretty cool, huh? And how would that hurt your reputation on campus?"

I hadn't thought of that.

"Besides, I think it's only gonna be the officers involved with you tonight."

Somehow the thought of being the sex toy of four sexy sorority women didn't sound too bad. I didn't know how long I'd be able to keep it up, but I was willing to learn. And if word of that got out, well, as Spencer had said, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Not knowing what to expect, but being pretty sure it would involve sex, I shaved, showered, and cleaned myself out inside that evening.

When I showed up at the sorority house on the stroke of 11:00, I was met at the door by Beth, their president. We'd met before. In fact I'd seen her at quite a few parties. She was a hot-looking redhead with green eyes.

"Hi, handsome. The other officers and I are having a party downstairs. The sisters have been told to stay away. Come on. We've been looking forward to this. You're the entertainment." She put her hand on my butt and shoved me toward the stairs.

In the basement party room, three other equally sexy women were sitting around in comfortable chairs. There was a fire in the big stone fireplace. The chairs were arranged around a fairly large area covered with wrestling mats. Beth introduced me to her fellow officers. One of them took my coat. I was asked to sit down. They all had drinks, and I was offered one. In fact, I was handed a gin and tonic and a blue pill. I'd never taken one before, but I recognized it as Viagra. They told me to swallow it. And they said the highball would help me relax.

As I sipped my drink, they asked me questions. First things like where was I from, had I played sports in high school, what my major was, and things like that. Then one of then, I think her name was Alyssa, asked me, "Thom, is it true that you like to take cock up your ass?"

I nearly choked on my drink. I suppose I should have been expecting it, since Spence was either behind all of this or at least involved in it.

"What gave you that idea?"

Beth said, "According to Spence you love it. That's why he's `loaned' you to us. We find that fascinating. And he promised us that you'd do whatever we tell you to. You aren't going to disappoint us – and Spence – are you, Thom?" She gave me a brilliant smile. I'll bet she was used to getting what she wanted with that smile.

"Um, well, yeah, I guess not."

"Good. So why don't you finish your drink and then take off your clothes."

I'd been pretty sure this was coming, but I had no idea how embarrassing it would be for me to strip in front of four beautiful and fully-clothed women. And since they'd asked about my liking to be fucked, I'd figured out that this evening probably wouldn't have anything to do with my fucking them.

They offered me another drink, and I gratefully accepted. While I was drinking it, though, they told me to sit crossed legged on the mat and play with my nipples. I flushed with humiliation as I did that, not knowing what was to come. They all watched me carefully, seemingly fascinated. When I first undressed, my cock had shriveled and my balls had pulled up tight against my body. Out of embarrassment, I'm sure. As I rubbed and tweaked my nips, though, I began to feel a tingling down there. I didn't want to throw wood. I'm not sure why, but I didn't. But I had taken that Viagra, and after very little stimulation to my nipples, it began to grow.

When watching me do that got old, one of them went to a table and came back with a dildo and a bottle of lube. I knew what was going to happen next. The dildo, I was relieved to see, was about the size of my own cock, nothing I couldn't cope with.

"We want to see you pleasure yourself with this. It's got a vibrator in the base. So get yourself slicked up. We know how important that is, don't we, girls?" They all grinned and nodded. When I had the lube spread liberally on the dildo, I then had to do the really embarrassing part. I'd lubed up my ass in front of an audience before, but never an audience of women.

What they had me do was insert the dildo, turn the vibrator to its lowest setting, and then sit on it while I played with my nipples again.

I did as they said, closing my eyes, trying to forget where I was and who was there. Occasionally I'd reach for the drink they'd put on the mat beside me.

Their talk turned to how they liked to do just what I was doing, except they used the dildo in their vaginas. All said they'd never tried it up the ass. "But then," Alyssa said, "we don't have prostates."

The anal and pectoral stimulation was getting to my cock, which, despite my willing it to stay down, was proudly pointing toward the ceiling. I wondered if they were going to make me keep that up until I came but soon discovered that wasn't in the plan.

"I think it's time to bring in our other guest," Beth said. "Trish, would you go get him, please?"

Trish, a tall, dark-haired girl with a great sparkle in her brown eyes, grinned and said she'd be glad to.

She came back leading a blindfolded, naked guy. Not only was he naked, but he had a hardon. A big hardon. A very big hardon, in fact. And I knew him. I was a student assistant to one of the accounting profs, and I'd graded this guy's tests in basic accounting the previous semester. He'd made a B in the course, as I recall. I'd seen him around the building fairly regularly, and I knew his name was Bruce Carnes. He was pledging another fraternity. I'd never talked with him, and I've told you all I knew about him.

Bruce was probably not more than six feet tall, but he obviously was a gym rat. He probably outweighed me by fifteen pounds, and it was all muscle. He had great delts and lats. His shoulders, pecs, and biceps were much bigger than mine. Under the blindfold, I knew, were pale blue eyes, and he had pale blond, curly hair. There was a bit of a turn-up at the tip of his nose, and his lips were full and pink. Surprisingly under the circumstances, he had a bit of a smile on his face.

"Just stand there a minute," Trish said. Alyssa motioned for me to get up. "You can take out the dildo now," she said. She was holding a big plastic food storage bag. "Drop that in here."

I did, and she took it away.

"Now, gentlemen," Beth said. "We think it would be instructive and maybe fun to see two hot men get it on. Since you're both here and you're both hot, you'll do fine. Bruce, you can take off your blindfold now and meet your lover for the evening."

When he removed the blindfold and saw me, he beamed. In a surprisingly deep voice, he said, "Oh my fucking gaaahud! It's Thom Benson! I've had the screaming hots for you ever since last fall but my gaydar obviously wasn't working. I'd never have known you're gay. Come on, stud, let's get it on!"

I was stunned. The guy looked like a jock and talked like a flamer. I think I was temporarily paralyzed.

"Okay, guys," Beth said, trying to stifle a giggle, "here's what we want you to do. You can start by kissing."

"Oh yummy!" Bruce said, coming for me. In two long strides he had his arms around me, hands on my ass cheeks, and was ramming his tongue down my throat while our hard cocks rubbed against each other's lower abs.

"Go on, Thom, get into it. Don't stand there acting like a surprised virgin!" one of the women said. Well, I was aroused by the Viagra, the teasing I'd done to my nipples, and the anal stimulation provided by the vibrator. And I was only human. Here was a hot looking guy (okay so he acted pretty femme) with his cock against my belly and his tongue exploring my mouth. What was I going to do? Besides, Spence had said I had to do everything Beth told me. So I got into the kiss. And Bruce was a great kisser, better than any guy I'd ever kissed except maybe Hank. Even then it was a tossup. The difference, of course, is that I had some fondness for Hank. He and I were friends. Not lovers, really, but good friends. And although this Bruce was a hunky looking guy, his mannerisms would have turned me off. If I hadn't already been in a slobbery liplock with him.

When he began to hump my belly, Beth said, "Okay, studs. Cool it a minute."

"Aww, girl," Bruce said, making a pouty face. "I was really getting into that."

Beth grinned. "Well, maybe you'll like what we want you to do next. How about a sixty nine?"

"Oooooh, goody!" Bruce said.

We stretched out on the mat and went to work on each other. Bruce was very enthusiastic, and he obviously knew what he was doing. I soon realized I was getting one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. I could have enjoyed it tremendously if I weren't receiving it in front of an audience of women. Thinking I might study up on exotic poisons I could slip Spence, I tried to focus on sucking Bruce's huge dong, the biggest I'd ever had in my mouth.

We were lying side by side, and I was sort of staring blankly at Bruce's balls. I realized then that he'd shaved them, along with his cock. There was a neatly trimmed patch of blond pubes above his cock, but he'd shaved off his treasure trail and part of the pubes. I heard some of the girls whispering.

Then Beth asked, "Can you do that with one on the bottom and one on top?"

Bruce pulled off and said, "But of course we can, can't we, Thommy?"

I didn't say anything. I just rolled over on my back. He got on his hands and knees over me, and we went back to what we'd been doing.

Just when it began to feel really good and I was beginning to get messages from my groin saying I was going to cum, we were interrupted again.

"Why don't you each scoot up a little and rim each other?"

`My god,' I thought. `She knows about rimming? Do straight couples do that?' For sure no woman I'd ever been with had suggested it. The only time I'd ever done it voluntarily had been with Hank, and I loved it bigtime when he did it to me.

Bruce and I made the adjustment. He had a big ass with hard glutes. When I began to lap at his crack it was obvious he'd showered recently. He also obviously shaved his crack. He had no hairs there at all.

When he went straight for my hole and started tongue fucking me, I lurched. The feeling was soo good. I quit circling his rosebud with the tip of my tongue and began to explore his smooth, hot chute. He'd also cleaned himself out inside. I was glad I had remembered to do that before leaving the house.

Now, here's the bizarre scene. Bruce and I are on the floor really getting into eating each other's ass while four hot women watched and, from their comments, were enjoying the show. Something deep inside me worried that with four women and, worse, Bruce involved, word of this was bound to get out. But when somebody's chowing down on your butthole, who thinks clearly? Especially when you've got your tongue up his ass as well.

Things were getting pretty intense when Beth once more called a halt. Bruce rolled over and sat leaning back on his hands, his legs stretched out, his monster lying on his belly dripping precum. I sat up with my knees against my chest and folded my arms over them. My balls were on display to the women that way, but my own dripping cock was partly hidden. We both looked at Beth to see what was next.

"Okay, Bruce. We understand that Thom here just loves to take it up the ass. How'd you like to fuck him?"

"You do?" he asked, looking at me with surprise. "I'd have figured you for a top." Then he looked back at Beth. "I was hoping he'd fuck my brains out, but I can do him if that's what you want."

I was fascinated. I looked at that huge cock of his, knowing I'd never taken anything that big before, but knowing also that I had to try.

I insisted that, despite the tonguing I'd been getting, Bruce had to use lube on me and on himself. He obliged by finger fucking me for a while. He knew exactly what to do to punch the right button, so to speak, and I was on the floor with my butt in the air trying unsuccessfully not to moan with pleasure. I couldn't help wiggling my butt, too, and the sisters laughed at that.

Beth ordered me on my back before Bruce entered me, so I obediently rolled over. Again, Bruce knew how to handle his weapon, and he eased into me slowly and gently. Occasionally he'd bend down and kiss me. Not deep, lusty kisses, just little reassurances. Even though I was a senior and he was a freshman, it occurred to me that he was teaching me things about sex.

When he was fully inside me and had begun to fuck me slowly, his cock touched places I didn't know existed, but it was a fantastic experience. It was one of the best fucks I'd ever had. Maybe even better than anything Hank had done to me. And again I couldn't help vocalizing my feelings. Soon I was moaning and cursing and telling him to fuck me harder, that he wasn't hurting me. For a fleeting moment I became aware of the room, how quiet the girls were. All you could hear when I took breath was Bruce grunting softly and occasionally saying things like "Oh, honey, you've got the sweetest ass. We've got to do this again!" or "Girl, you're so hot!"

I surprised myself by wrapping my legs around his butt and reaching up to play with the nipples on his perfect pecs. He liked that. "Oooh, sweetie, that's nice. Yeah, play with my tits while I fuck your hot pussy!"

I was tossing my head from side to side, unable to control the feelings this fucker was giving me, when I noticed that two of the girls were rubbing their crotches. So we were all enjoying the show.

I don't know how much time passed. I was so spaced out that it seemed like forever and not long enough. At some point Bruce reached down and began jacking my cock, which had made quite a pool of precum on my stomach. It didn't take long after that. Soon I was spraying cum all over the place, some of it hitting my face, the rest making a trail down my chest to my abs.

My orgasm triggered Bruce's. He was still holding on to my cock, which was still hard even after all that cumming. Without letting go he threw his head back, shouted "Hallelujah!" and came inside me. From the number of times I felt his cock pulse, he must have dumped a huge load. When he finished, he collapsed, fell onto me, and began kissing me.

We were brought back to reality by the applause of our audience of four. Someone brought us a basin of warm water, a wash cloth, and a couple of towels. They made us clean each other up.

After we were dressed, they thanked us and told us we could go. Beth said to tell Spence that the favor was fully repaid. Then she surprised me. "It's a shame you're gay. You're so cute."

"Beth," I said, "I'm bisexual. And you're a pretty fabulous-looking woman."

She smiled, almost sadly. "Sorry, Thom. Everybody says you're a nice guy, but after watching you and Bruce this evening, I could never, uh, well . . . ."

"I get the picture."

Having been fucked well and truly, as the Brits say, I took a shower when I got back to my room, fell into bed as soon as I was dry, and went to sleep immediately, ignoring the Viagra-induced hardon that lingered with me.

When I woke up the next morning, I began to worry. Five more people now knew about me. Not only that I was bi, but about that need I have to get fucked periodically. Spence promised that the girls would keep it quiet. Maybe he was right. But there was also Bruce. And I didn't think discretion was one of his strong suits.

Whoever it was, somebody must have talked. Soon I began to get funny looks or silly smirks from friends and acquaintances. Some of the brothers stayed cool, but some seemed to avoid me. Other people I knew in my classes and around campus began to look at me differently, too. Even Hank said he'd heard that I was gay and wanted to know what I'd been doing. I had to tell him about that evening with Bruce at the sorority. After all, if he was willing to continue as my fuck buddy, he deserved to know.

The last straw was when Bruce called me one evening and asked if we could get together. I told him firmly that I wasn't interested. He whined a bit, but he never called again. I still don't know whether he's the one who talked. Or maybe it was more than one.

Anyway, for the rest of the year, I had the reputation of being gay. I focused on my classes, became a sort of recluse at the fraternity house, and began thinking of graduate school Of course I continued to take care of Spence's needs, consoling myself as I did so with thoughts of the perfect, undetectable murder.

Keith - Gay Sex Stories

2009-04-24T17:21:00.000-07:00

Back when I was in college in the early 80's I met a couple of guys at one
of the Friday evening meetings of the Gay and Lesbian Club. Steven and Will
were handsome guys and, in fact, better looking than I, but besides a few
bathroom stall suck sessions and a couple of fucks both with Will, the
three of us were just friends. Like most college kids, on the weekends we
liked to drink. After the booze run in one of our cars to the local package
goods store, we would return to Steven's apartment and down shots.

Steven's parents had a lot of money so he could afford to live alone in an
apartment. His home was a "gay friendly" place. There were pictures of men
on the walls, gay magazines on the coffee table and always a couple of XXX
rated tapes available for watching on the VCR. In his bathroom Steven had
hung an enema bag in the shower.

Both Will and I lived with straight roommates so we would come to Steven's
apartment to get cleaned up prior to our weekend nights out on the prowl.
Normally I would go into the bathroom, lube up my asshole, give myself an
enema and then take a shower. I remember that the feeling of water filling
up my hole always made my cock hard. In some ways I liked getting the enema
more than getting fucked since many guys' pricks were too small or the guy
just rabbit fucked me so he could shoot his load. With the enema I could
control the fullness in my ass and I could leave the water inside of me
until I had jacked off.

Will was a total top guy so only Steven and I gave ourselves enemas. After
I had douched my hole I would usually walk out of the bathroom naked and
ask Will to inspect my ass. Being a top, I figured that he could make sure
that my ass looked ready to be fucked plus I liked showing off my tight
pink hole. He would usually be sitting in a chair watching a porno movie. I
would walk over to him, turn around and lean forward. He would pull my
cheeks open so he could look into my butt. If a jar of lube was nearby
sometimes Will would lube up a couple of fingers and push them into my
hole.

Sometimes when Will inspected my hole and finger fucked me we both got
horny and he wound up fucking me on the living room floor. Will had an
average sized prick, about 6 inches. I remember he had one of those cocks
that curved upward toward his stomach. He fucked rough - slamming his cock
deep and then pulling out until just the tip was in me. I liked getting
screwed by him but he preferred to fuck bareback and shoot his load deep
inside my ass. Although I enjoyed the times that he screwed me I did not
like having him cum in my hole.

One evening as Will fucked me on the floor; Steven took off all of his
clothes and watched us screw. Steven played with his cock and egged Will on
as he pounded my ass. After Will had shot his cum inside of me, we sat
around naked and downed a bottle of tequila; Steven and I decided to go out
to the local college bar. Will had emptied his load in me but both Steven
and I had not blown our loads so we were still horny. Steven and I still
hoped to score some action with a hot guy. Although we were gay we
preferred to pick up straight guys. Steven and I liked them because not
only were they "forbidden fruit" but they also usually preferred to top.

Will liked the opportunity to fuck straight boys because he enjoyed taking
a guy's anal cherry. He would joke how a straight guy would at first
protest having his tight ass violated but then thoroughly enjoy a good hard
fucking. Afterwards some guys asked Will for his telephone number so that
they could get buttfucked again; Will would usually arrange to meet the guy
inside of a college bathroom stall. Once the stall door was closed and
locked, Will would complete the act quickly: the boy's pants were pulled
down, his asshole licked and lubed with KY jelly and finally, Will would
bend him forward over the toilet for a good solid buttfucking. Since
straight guys would rarely have clean assholes we would jokingly refer to
Will as "Stinky Dick". Strangely in college all three of us enjoyed a
little scat. In some ways I think that Will enjoyed shit the most because
he often told Steven and I how he liked licking a straight guy's dirty hole
before he fucked it. However, if Will got some action during the week in
the college bathrooms and then saw either Steven or me in class, he would
drag one of us into a bathroom stall to show off his shit stained
cock. Once in the stall with either Steven or me, Will would usually ask to
have his dirty cock sucked clean and both of us would happily oblige
him. Will would get his dick spit shined and deposit his second load for
the day in either Steven's or my mouth.

This particular night, after Will had fucked me and we finished the bottle
of tequila, he decided not to go with Steven and me to the bar. Afterwards
I went into the bathroom and wiped off the lube and shitted out some of
Will's cum that was still inside my butt. Steven came into the bathroom
with both his and my clothes and we dressed together. While I was putting
on my pants, Steven reached down and fingered my ass pussy. He admonished
me that I was such a faggot slut and we both laughed.

Since it was late at night, early springtime and we were drunk, Steven and
I headed for the closest bar within walking distance, a dive named "The
Fireside". The name was due to the large fireplace at the back of the bar
which was lit by artificial flaming logs. Besides the red/orange/yellow
glow of the lights from the plastic logs, an overhead stained glass bar
lamp over the pool table and a few of those lit up beer signs on the wall,
it was a dark place. There was the obligatory dark wood bar counter on the
right side of The Fireside, with about two dozen bar stools. Behind the
counter were the shelves full of liquor bottles. On the left side, pushed
up against the wall were usually five small tables, each with a couple of
chairs. I remember that night when we arrived there were few choices for
fuck mates - a couple of slightly overweight frat boys playing pool, a
middle age guy who looked like a poster child for Alcoholics Anonymous
slumped forward on a bar stool and some thirty-something girls laughing and
talking loudly at a table. Steven and I sat on the stools at the bar
counter and ordered a few cheap on-tap beers so we could keep our buzz.

While we nursed our beers and waited for Mr. Fuck-Me-Tonight to walk
through the bar door, Steven and I recounted some of our most memorable
fucks. Steven had realized that he was gay when he was about 12. Unlike
most conservative Midwestern in-the-closet gay boys like me, he started his
sexual conquests before his thirteenth birthday. Luckily for Steven, the
high school guy who lived adjacent to his parent's house in the suburbs of
Indianapolis had a hankering for young teens. By the time Steven was 13 he
was sucking cock and getting sucked, rimming an ass and getting rimmed and,
fucking and getting fucked by a horny 17 year old neighbor boy. The
highlight of Steven's teenage sex life occurred at 16 during a family
vacation to Kansas City; he snuck out of the motel where his family was
staying, found an adult entertainment center that didn't care if he was
underage and managed to suck off eighteen guys in one night. Actually
Steven sucked off eighteen and a half guys, since he blew the last guy, a
blond construction worker type with a nice thick seven inch cock, for
almost an hour before he realized that the stud was too nervous or just
unwilling to shoot a load into his mouth. Since it was getting late, Steven
reluctantly gave up and went back to the motel with a belly full of
eighteen men's sperm.

Up to that point in my life, I really hadn't had any memorable sexual
experiences. Of course, I remember the first time I sucked on a cock and of
course I vividly recall at 17 when I first got fucked up the ass by the
neighbor boy. Most of my sex was pretty vanilla - I sucked and got
fucked. Usually the guy had the standard six inch cock and after he had
unloaded inside a condom with his dick buried deep in my hole I jacked off
- telling him how good he had fucked me.

I don't remember how long we stayed at The Fireside waiting but it was long
enough that our conversation about sex mates dwindled to silence so Steven
wandered over to the pool table to talk with the college frat boys.

After about a half an hour of sitting at the bar, watching Steven try to
play pool and observing his flirting with the frat boys, the door opened
and a young light skinned black guy came inside the bar. He was about six
feet tall, thin and smooth with only a small amount of razor stubble on the
top of his head. I tried to act oblivious to him as he wandered over to the
bar and sat down on a stool next to me. He ordered a beer and I could tell
by his slightly slurred speech that this was not the first alcoholic
beverage he had imbibed that evening.

After a few minutes of him drinking and staring into his beer glass he
asked me if I was a college student. I told him that I was. We then went
through the usual introductory banter of college students - name, what
year, which major, how many credit hours this semester, etc. He introduced
himself as Keith. He was a freshman in pre-law. I then asked him why he was
drinking alone and Keith said that his date had stood him up so he decided
just to get drunk. We chatted some more about general bullshit and then
suddenly Keith reached down and adjusted his package in his pants. He was a
very upfront person or perhaps the alcohol made him bold because Keith
mentioned that he had a serious case of "blue balls"; he hadn't fucked a
girl for almost a month. Since it was late and I was still a little drunk I
decided to make my play. I replied that I could help him out with his
problem. Following about a minute of awkward silence, Keith asked the
basic introductory oral sex question - "spit or swallow?" I replied that I
swallowed. He stayed quiet for a bit and then mentioned that his roommate
was out of town. Keith suggested that we walk back to his apartment and
drink a few more beers. As we got up and left the bar, I nodded to
Steven. He knew what we were doing so he smiled.

As soon as we got inside Keith's apartment he whispered in a conspiratorial
tone to me that he didn't normally let guys suck his cock but he'd make a
notable exception tonight because he was so horny. I figured that he did
indeed have a very bad case of blue balls and the alcohol he had drunk
helped to lower his inhibitions. While I was taking off my coat he told me
to get naked since he liked it when his "girl" was nude and servicing
him. He then removed his coat and his shoes before he plopped down on the
sofa.

After I had pulled off all my clothes, I got down on my knees in front of
him and started massaging his cock through his pants. Keith leaned back and
placed his arms on to each side as if to steady himself on the sofa. He was
already half hard and I could tell by the bulge in his pants that Keith was
hiding a pretty good size trouser snake in there. I lightly rubbed his
crotch and pushed up his shirt so I could see his stomach and the black
hairs of the small treasure trail that wandered from his navel and
disappeared into his pants. Keith was obviously not looking for too much
foreplay since after just a few seconds of rubbing his covered cock, he
told me to hurry up and undo his belt and pull down his pants.

I fumbled with his belt buckle but finally got it open, undid the button on
his trousers and then pulled down his zipper. Keith wasn't wearing any
underwear so his cock pushed out as soon as the zipper was open. He was
only half hard but even at that point his cock was enormous. To this day I
have never seen a cock that thick and long.

I grabbed his prick and immediately started licking its big brown head. His
penis was uncut so just the tip of the head peaked out from under the
foreskin. As soon as my lips touched his cock it began to engorge. With one
hand I started stroking the shaft and with the other I reached up under his
shirt and started tweaking his nipples. Keith leaned his head back,
started moaning and saying, "Fuck yeah". I pulled the foreskin back and
kiss the head. Then I licked from the head down the shaft of his dick so I
could ready it for sliding down my throat. I knew that getting this huge
beast deep into my mouth was going to be a challenge but I was a senior in
college with over 4 years of cock sucking experience including many
practice sessions of deep throating bananas. Engulfing Keith's prick would
be my Cocksucking 401 final.

After lathering up his prick with spit, I stopped my oral exploration of
Keith's rod and reached down and removed his shoes. I told him that in
order to properly service my man I needed him to be naked too. I grabbed
his prick and shook it. I told him that I wanted to see what was attached
to this monster dick. Desperate to shoot his load, Keith pulled off his
shirt and then lifted up his butt and pulled off his pants. He flung the
trousers against the wall. He exhorted me to continue sucking his cock.

I leaned forward and starting kissing his chest, working down to his
navel. Although Keith's light brown chest was almost hairless, his lower
calves and the area right above his cock had curly black hair. Other than a
small treasure trail from his navel to his pubes he was hairless. I stopped
and licked his prick paying special attention to the big head. Then I
lapped at his shaft. As I worked my tongue down to his balls I noticed that
pubic hair was even absent below his balls. I lifted his nut sack with my
hand and then pushed his legs apart. I darted my tongue toward his ass. I
could smell his butt odor mixed with either soap or cologne. Thus, he must
have cleaned up prior to going on the prowl that night.

I pushed my tongue between his legs and I felt it run across his
pucker. Keith moaned and said that was so fucking good. With his
encouragement, I ran my tongue as deep in his butt crack as possible. I
didn't want him to feel that I was neglecting his cock so I reached up and
jerked him off. While pulling on his dick I noticed that my thumb and
forefinger just barely encircled his thick piece of meat. Since Keith
didn't protest my intrusion into his ass crack, I lapped at his hole for
quite awhile savoring the smell and taste of his ass. Only after I had
fully cleaned his hole did I pull my head up and looked at the fuck tool
that was awaiting my mouth. The ass lapping and my jerking off had made
Keith rock hard.

I hocked up as much spit as I could muster and, using my tongue, I
slathered it on his cock head. Then I did what the dentist always asks,
"Open wide." I put Keith's cock head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue
around it and gradually moved my head up and down. Each downward stroke
would allow more of his cock to enter my mouth. As it started to snake down
into my throat I had to concentrate so that I could suppress my gag
reflex. Anxious to get more of his prick into my throat, Keith rested his
hands on the back of my head and, on my down stroke, gently pushed on my
head.

In the end I was only able to fit about half of Keith's cock into my
mouth. I think that it was the diameter of his dick more than the length
that prevented it from sliding down past my tonsils. Keith didn't seem to
mind since the sensitive head of his prick slid against the walls of my
throat. He would shudder and groan as his cock penetrated my mouth.

After I had teased Keith' huge cock to the point of orgasm a few times, he
must have gotten impatient that I had not let him shoot his load. He
reached under my chin and gently pulled my head away from his cock. Keith
said that he needed to blow his load soon but he didn't want to shoot it in
my mouth unless he was sure that I actually liked to swallow. Cum gulping
is a real anathema to most straight guys so maybe Keith felt he should warn
me. On the other hand I also think Keith was one of those guys who hated to
see his cum "wasted" so he would have preferred shooting down my throat
rather than on my face. Of course I loved the thought of Keith's slimy
white jizz sliding down my throat but I really didn't want to just blow
him. I knew that I would never have this opportunity again. I wanted to
have his cock inside of me.

I told Keith to wait before he shot his load and asked him if I could use
his bathroom. He looked perplexed but told me it was down the hall and to
the right. I got up and walked down the hall. My hard cock was slapping
against my legs as I went. I found the bathroom, closed the door, turned
on the light and started looking around for some lube. I found some generic
Vaseline. I put a gob of it on my middle finger and pushed it up my
asshole. Since Keith's cock was so huge, I got some more lube and shoved it
inside of me. After I was done, there was so much Vaseline in my hole that
I almost felt like I could shit a lump of it out of my ass.

I turned off the light, opened the door and returned to the living
room. Keith was there on the sofa, half-heartedly jerking off his deflating
cock. I walked over and sat next to him on the sofa. Quickly I leaned over
and put my mouth on the head of his cock. I licked it slowly until I felt
it enlarge to its full size again. Then I sat up and moved his hand to my
crotch. At first he lightly tugged at my cock but I pushed his hand down
into my crack. He immediately knew what that meant and his middle finger
started probing for my asshole. I remember he said something like, "Fucking
a guy is gross" but that didn't stop his middle finger from finding my hole
and sliding inside. He roughly fingered me for a couple of minutes before I
told him to let me roll over. Keith' finger slipped out and I noticed that
it was glistening from being covered in Vaseline. I stood up and turned
away from him on the sofa. I got on my knees on the sofa and then leaned
forward so that I was on my hands and knees. I aimed my ass toward his
face.

Keith then did something totally unexpected. He leaned toward me and
started to lightly kiss my ass cheeks. He then slowly pushed his finger
into my hole. I asked him to finger fuck my hole and he began rhythmically
pushing and withdrawing his finger. I loosened my ass so his single finger
had little resistance so he added a second one. All the while he continued
to kiss my bum and his mouth got closer and closer to my fuck chute. At
some point I begged him to eat my pussy. To my surprise he pushed his
fingers deep into me and started to lick my stretched hole. I love having
oral attention to my ass and, whenever it occurs, I moan like a bitch in
heat.

Since a man's asshole is one of the most vulnerable parts of his body, I
really like when a guy pays attention to mine. One of the best feelings for
me is when my hole is cleaned by a guy's mouth. Not only is the sensation
terrific it makes me feel special that another man would lick my
hole. Also, once a guy rims you know what is coming next. Thus, when Keith
started to eat my backdoor I knew that he was priming my ass to be fucked.

While he played with my hole with his other hand Keith reached between my
legs and started to fondle my up-to-this-point neglected cock. Thinking
back on my fuck session, he seemed somewhat too experienced with gay sex to
be a novice so I am sure that mine was not the first man hole that his
fingers and cock had entered. I put my head down on the armrest of the
sofa and just enjoyed the attention that my ass and cock were getting. At
first Keith just rotated his fingers that were implanted deep in my hole
while he licked around my butt and ball sack. Then he started finger
fucking me with the two fingers while he pulled on my hard cock. The faster
he jammed his fingers into me the harder my cock got. After about fifteen
minutes I was ready to shoot my load so I told him to put his dick in my
ass. Keith mumbled that his cock would split me open. I told him that I
didn't care if it hurt - I just needed his massive rod up my ass.

He pulled his fingers out of my butt. I felt Keith clumsily stand up and
then kneel on the sofa behind me. The tip of his cock brushed against my
butt cheeks. He asked me again if I was sure that I wanted his cock in my
hole because he didn't have any condoms. I told him that I was clean and my
ass cunt was ready for his dick. Keith pushed his cock into my crack and,
after some poking around, the huge, bulbous head found the entrance to my
hole. Once at my backdoor, he quickly shoved the end of his prick inside of
me. His fingering and the Vaseline eased the entry but my hole was
painfully stretched open by the tip of his giant tool. Once he got his cock
head inside of my ass ring he slowly and steadily pushed his dick inside of
me. I relaxed and he continued to push until I guess he had gone so deep
that the curve of my colon blocked him from getting any further up my
ass. Up until the time that I got fisted (which was many years later) I had
never felt such fullness in my ass. Initially the pain was intense and I
remember desperately trying to relax my ass pussy. His cock was the longest
and one of the thickest that has ever gone up my ass and that is why I
remember this particular fuck to this very day.

The first few minutes of fucking were difficult. Keith liked to "short
dick" me - push his large mushroom shaped cock head into me and then pull
it out until just the tip was knocking at my backdoor. Then he would shove
forward and push open my hole with his cock head. Every so often he would
not stop at burying the head but instead shove the monster cock all the way
inside of me. Although it was very uncomfortable accommodating his entire
rod, it was exhilarating to know that a man could get so deep inside of
me. I found if I pushed my ass upward as he penetrated me he could shove
his entire cock into my fuck chute. Between the bulbous head and the length
of his cock, this fuck was an incredible workout for my ass. Luckily as
Keith fucked me, my hole opened up and I began to enjoy his rod sliding
against my prostate.

Most of the time I am not very vocal during sex, but when he would bottom
out in my ass I would grunt and groan. It was partially due to pain and
partially due to pleasure. In between strokes Keith would tell me how much
he liked my "bitch ass" and how I had a "nice tight pussy". Maybe he was
pretending that I was a girl. I didn't care -I was getting fucked by a huge
cock.

After about 10 minutes of slamming my ass in this position, Keith pulled
out, got up and stood next to the couch. Then he told me to turn over and
lie down on the sofa. I complied and he pushed my legs up towards my
chest. He leaned forward over me while he guided his rock hard lubed prick
into my hole. In this position whenever he shoved forward the weight of his
body drove his cock deep into me. As he skewered me with his fuck tool I
could feel his pubes brush against my balls and peritoneum. Several times
as Keith fucked me my ass ring loosened up to the point where there was
little resistance to his intruding cock. When this happened he told me that
my pussy was "too open". He would then pinch and pull on my balls and I
would clench my ass canal. Since I had to relax my ass so Keith could drive
his cock deeper into me, I tried to concentrate on keeping my hole tight
enough to satisfy him. However, I was semi-drunk so Keith wound up yanking
my nut sack three or four times while he fucked me.

Towards the culmination of our fuck session Keith would shove his cock all
the way up my ass and then ask me questions such as was his black cock the
biggest one that ever went up my lily white ass or how did it feel to be a
slut to a black man. I guess that he wanted me to be his subservient white
boy. With his huge rod buried inside of me he could say anything that he
wanted. Keith seemed to be screwing me not only for his enjoyment but also
so he could show that he could dominate me. He was the alpha black male and
I was his white bitch.

Keith then got to the point where he started to rapidly fuck my ass. I knew
that he was getting close to shooting his load. His thick cock rubbing
against my prostate felt fantastic. I reached down and pulled on my prick
hoping that I could shoot my cum at the same time as Keith. However, within
a few minutes Keith blew his load deep inside my ass cunt. While he came,
he closed his eyes and told me that he was filling my pussy with his baby
juice.

After Keith had unloaded his cum into my well stretched hole and his prick
started to soften, he pulled out and collapsed on to the sofa. I sat down
next to him and leaned against his arm. I started jacking off and I asked
him if I was a good fuck. He just smiled. I asked him to finger my hole
again while I jerked off. He told me to lie on my back next to him. I
turned so that I laid down with my head on the armrest and lifted up my
legs. He reached over and easily slid two fingers into my fuck chute. My
ass hurt both around my hole and deep inside of me so I asked him to be
gentle. He slowly turned his fingers around in my hole and told me that my
ass was the best one that he had ever fucked. He also liked that I let him
"go live" inside of my hole. I replied that I had never had such a big dick
inside my ass pussy and that I loved the feeling of his cum shooting inside
my ass.

After a few minutes of jerking off I unloaded several milky white geysers
spurts of cum on my chest. Keith had pushed his fingers deep into my ass
pussy when I started to shoot so when my orgasm was over my ass was tightly
clenched around them. With his other hand he wiped up the gobs of jism and
placed his cum fingers at my lips. I licked his fingers tips and tasted my
semen. When all the cum was gone Keith pushed two of his fingers into my
mouth. I remember Keith joked that he enjoyed fingering both of my fuck
holes. After a few playful jabs in my ass, Keith pulled out his fingers
from my ass and mouth. I was totally spent. I stretched my legs out over
Keith's lap and I felt the wetness of his leaking cock tip rub against my
thigh.

I figured that after both of us had blown our loads Keith would want me to
leave but he stood up, knocking my legs off of his lap, and told me to come
with him. We walked back to his bedroom; he jumped on the bed and patted
the mattress next to him. I sat down on the bed. Keith said that after the
booze and fucking he was tired. He laid down on the bed, rolled over
towards me and asked if I wanted to join him. I accepted. After fucking and
all the alcohol I fell asleep very quickly.

I woke up the following afternoon to the feeling of Keith fingering my
asshole. I was laying on my side with by back to him and he had moved
behind me so he could spoon with me. At some point his cock must have
gotten aroused while pressing against my ass so he decided to fuck me
again.

I told him that my hole was still sore from the pounding he had given me
the night before. However, I could feel that he had a hard on and I knew
that I had to give him some relief. I asked Keith if he wanted a blow job
and he said no - he just wanted to fuck my ass.

I really dreaded having to accommodate that huge piece of meat in my abused
hole especially now that I was sober. I told him that I probably wasn't
"clean" because I hadn't douched since the night before. Either he didn't
hear what I said or he didn't care because Keith reached over to the
nightstand and grabbed a plastic bottle of hand lotion. Probably the lotion
was normally used for his jerk off sessions.

I accepted my fate and rolled over on my stomach. I spread my legs so he
could easily access my backdoor. He flipped open the top and squirted some
lotion on his fingers and some into my ass crack. He began to rub the
lotion around my ass pussy and with one finger and then two he probed into
my tender hole. After Keith had lubed up my ass he squirted some lotion on
his half-hard cock and started jacking off until his rod grew to full
length. He told me that we were going to do it doggie style so I should get
on all fours.

I got up on my hands and knees. He stood up and then kneeled on the bed and
told me to turn my ass towards him. I crawled to where he was and
positioned my ass near his lubed and hard cock.

Keith slid his middle greasy finger into me more than likely so he could
push the lube deeper into my hole and make sure that I could accommodate
his prick. I wasn't ready for this fuck. Even his finger hurt my ass. I
don't think Keith remembered how hard he had banged my hole the night
before. I begged him to be gentle but he pulled out his digit and
immediately pushed the big bulbous head of his cock into my ass ring. I
winced. Keith then steadily pushed his prick inside of me until about half
of that monster was in my butt. It felt like someone was shoving a birch
log up my ass and I told him that it really hurt. He stopped pushing his
cock in me. He said that I will get used to it in a minute. With one hand
Keith rubbed my butt and lower back. With his other hand, he reached down
and pulled on my flaccid cock. I tried to loosen my ass and pushed out like
I was trying to shit. The latter action was probably not a good idea since
I discovered later that I was actually pushing shit into my colon - right
up against the tip of his cock.

Keith managed to restrain himself from fucking my hole for about five
minutes. He just kept his cock stuck halfway up my ass and rubbed my back
and crotch. He kept telling me how nice my ass felt. I think that he was
expecting me to get used to having my hole split open by his huge cock. At
a certain point he either didn't care about my discomfort or just couldn't
wait any longer for me to acclimate to his big dick so he slowly withdrew
his cock and then shoved it forward until most of it was in my hole. I
gasped and told him that I was in pain. Keith said that I should relax, let
him bust a nut and it would be over.

He started to gently fuck me. Each time he would pull out until just half
of his cock was in me and then push his rod deep into my ass canal. It took
about a minute of fucking for him to finally push his cock all the way into
my butt hole. Every time he would bottom out in my ass I would groan. After
a couple of minutes of slow fucking he quickened the pace of his
thrusts. At this point his fucking didn't feel like sex but more like I was
taking an endless shit. In addition, I could smell the slight odor of feces
as Keith churned my dirty asshole. He continued a few more minutes of some
hard pounding of my hole. Then Keith stopped fucking me, pulled halfway out
of my ass and rubbed my butt and my back. He said that my ass felt like it
was opened up now. He told me again to just relax and accept that I was
going to get fucked by his big dick until he shot his load inside of
me. Then he slowly pushed his cock into my hole up to the hilt.

For the next ten minutes or so Keith just fucked me hard. I was rammed by
his big cock. He must have got tired of kneeling behind me and fucking me
doggy style, so he told me to lay flat on the bed. He leaned forward so he
could stay inside of me while I collapsed on the mattress. Keith slammed my
ass for a few minutes, keeping his cock deep inside of me during the
strokes. Finally, I felt his dick swell as the first shot of cum squirted
up my ass.

This time when Keith came he moaned loudly. In fact, I am sure that his
neighbors must have heard him. He shot an enormous amount of jism into
me. Every time his cock would swell I could feel another blast of cum
squirt inside my abused ass canal. After the fuck, Keith was totally
spent. He pulled out of my ass and lay on his back. I quickly got up and
went to the bathroom. Even after I had shitted out most of cum in his
toilet along with the turd that his cock was ramming in my ass, some of his
jizz mixed with the lube was still leaking out of my hole.

When I came back into the bedroom, Keith's eyes were closed. I thought he
was asleep but when I got near the bed he told me that my pussy had made
his cock dirty. He said that I needed to clean him up. I think he expected
me to get a wet towel from the bathroom and wipe the shit off his
dick. However, since Will had trained me in spit shining shit covered
pricks, I got on my knees next to the bed and started to gently lick his
soft cock. His prick smelled like my well-fucked ass and it was covered
with a light glaze of ass juice.

After I had cleaned his big cock head I slid my mouth down so that his
entire soft dick was in my mouth. Suddenly Keith reached down and held my
head tightly against his crotch. As I moved my tongue around his prick, I
felt some liquid squirt against the back of my throat. I knew immediately
that he was pissing down my throat and I tried to pull away. Keith pressed
my head down and told me to keep my mouth closed around his cock until he
was done. His piss flowed out of his cock slowly enough that I could gulp
and drink it all. After the last few dribbles of piss came out he released
my head. I moved my head away from his crotch and quickly stood up. I had
never drunk piss before so I was dazed from what had just happened.

Keith rolled over on his stomach. I stood next to the bed. He patted the
mattress next to him with his hand, I guess expecting me to lie down next
to him. Although sleeping with Keith was nice, I knew that once he awoke my
sore ass would be pummeled by his monster cock again. I told him that I had
to leave. Keith turned his head toward me and said that I was an awesome
fuck. Then he turned his head back the other way. I walked out to the
living room, put on my clothes and left.

Gay Sex Education - Gay Sex Stories

2009-04-23T03:18:00.000-07:00

Returning home for the summer was not that great. My wonderful teacher
had left town. After a while I hooked up with another lady who greatly
appleciated my oral talents but who wanted only my tongue in her cunt,
not my prick. When my demands for fucking grew too much for her, she
told me to get out: she had a girlfriend who could a better job than I
did. I was pissed off and fascinated. I spied on them one night,
through a gap in the curtain on her apartment window, and saw those two
naked women carressing one another. I left a pool of semen on the
ground below the window.

The next day I had two things on my mind: what to do with the rest of
the break, and what it was that two girls did together. Our quiet town
didn't offer much help with either. Our bookstore did have a section on
"Women", but all I could find was a novel whose cover promised the story
of a woman who loved women. I couldn't find any physical action
thumbing through "The Well of Loneliness" but I bought it anyway.

I talked to my parents about going back to school early, and they had no
objection; I wasn't being very good company, as it was. I found that
there was a bus leaving late in the evening; bought my ticket, had
my last home meal for a while, a short nap, and headed for the bus
station just in time to find it and climb on board.

As I moved down the aisle, I saw that every window seat was taken. The
aisle seat at the very end was next to a reasonable looking guy of about
my age, staring out the window. Opposite was a blank wall that was the
back end of the bus' toilet. Taking out my book I stowed my bag
overhead, pushing aside a pile of blankets. I muttered a greeting to my
seatmate, which he answered similarly without turning his head, and sat
down.

I turned on the reading light and opened my book. That caught my
neighbor's attention, and I was aware of his turning and, I thought,
peering to see what I was reading. That wouldn't be hard to make out:
the cover with its famous title, illustrated by a portrait of two girls
looking searchingly at each other. He spoke, in a low, pleasant, but
not very lively voice,

"You going to the University?"

"Yes," I answered, "back to school. You?"

"Yes," he said, morosely, I thought.

"Some way to end the summer," I offered.

He responded, "Yeah," and after a pause, "I didn't have much
choice."

I didn't now whether to pick up on that or not, and decided to let it
go for the moment. "What do you take there?" I asked.

"Journalism," he answered. "Junior year. You?"

"Computer Science," I said. "I'm a sophomore."

"You rushing back to get to the computer lab?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "Things sort of fell apart in town, and I figured I
might as well spend my time at school."

My answer seemd to enliven him a little. "Oh," he said, "what
happened?"

I told him: "I thought I was going to spend the break with this girl,
but she had other plans. Somebody else." I paused a while, wondering
whether I should go on any further, but I was so full of what I had seen
that I continued. "The somebody else was another girl."

"You mean she wanted to spend her time with a girlfriend instead of with
you?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered, "in bed."

"Oh, man, she was -- uh -- queer? That's why you're reading that book,
eh? Do you hate her for that?"

"No," I answered, "I was pissed because she wouldn't see me, and I was
counting on it. If she wants to make it with a girl, that's O.K., but
it didn't mean she had to shut me out."

"No kidding," he said, "you didn't mind her being a lez?"

"No," I said, "sexual orientation doesn't matter. I just wanted to
have her, too."

He looked at me for a bit with a questioning expression. "Boy, I wish
more people had your attitude," he finally said. "The reason I'm going
back early is that my father threw me out of the house. I decided it
was time to come out of the closet, at least with the people I thought
loved me. I told my parents that I was gay, and had been for years. My
father exploded. He called me disgusting, that he would disinherit me,
and that I couldn't stay under his roof. I think my mother was
sympathetic, but she can't do anything with him when he goes into one of
his rages. The bastard even found my car keys and kept them. So I
packed up what I could carry and here I am, going back to school on the
bus."

"That's rotten!" I exclaimed. "How are you going to live?"

"Not as badly as he hopes. I don't need him. My grandfather -- he
founded the bank my father runs as if he did it all himself -- left me a
trust fund. It pays for everything and more, and my father can't touch
it. And it will be all mine when I graduate. So maybe I'm lucky in a
way, I don't have to put up with his shit any more. I'm sorry for my
mother, though, I guess she'll have to as long as he lives, whenever
that is. So I'm really on my own now. And no one is going to tell me
what my lifestyle should be."

"That's good," I said. "No one should. That's what my parents taught
me. They think that religion and sexual orientation are matters of
personal taste, and no one else' business. They make an exception of
politics, because politics really affect other people; but if what I'm
doing doesn't physically hurt anyone else, it's my business." It took
me a long time to formulate my next remark, but this guy wasn't very
delicate about himself, so I braved it. "I hope you don't mind my
asking, but...what is it like to be gay? I mean -- oh, I know it can be
a big social problem, but -- well, what do two gay guys do? I mean, you
know, when they're together."

"You mean physically, right? Don't you know?"

"No, I don't," I answered. "Oh, I've heard stuff, from guys I don't
think know any more than I do, and I read the Kinsey report, but I never
got any clear picture of how two guys make it with each other. And I'm
really curious. But look, if you don't want to talk, that's O.K."

"Oh, hell, man." he said, "it's a great subject. But, really, haven't
you ever had any kind of sex with another guy?"

"Well." I said, "I had this friend, and we jerked each other off a few
times."

"That was all? Just hand jobs?" he asked.

"Yep."

"Was it good?"

"Yes. Very." I answered.

"Never had your cock sucked?" he asked.

"Not really," I said. "I was with this woman, who'd suck me sometimes
to get me hard, but that was all."

"How did it feel?"

"Great, but kind of frustrating."

"Women can't do it," he said. "They don't know what it's like. It's
like asking a deaf man to play the violin. I'll bet your buddy could do a
better job with his hand than your babe with her mouth. Right?"

"Well, yes, but...I couldn't fuck my buddy. Fucking that woman
was...well, a whole new world. I loved it."

"So you advanced from a hand to a cunt, eh?" he said. "There's another
step. From a cunt to a mouth. Once you've experienced a good
cocksucker -- and it has to be a man -- you'll never want to go back."
He paused a long moment. "Sorry. I get carried away. You wanted to
know what two guys do with each other. Well, I'll tell you."

"You know about hand jobs," he began. "That's a start. That's O.K. for
emergencies -- like when you're in really cramped quarters and can't do
anything else." He looked at me and grinned, a little. I wondered
whether he meant, like on a bus. "Of course, there are two main ways
guys make out: fucking and sucking. Me, I don't see fucking. You
shove your prick into another guy's asshole and pump 'til you come.
There's no finesse to it at all. Still, a lot of guys do it, and there
are plenty of guys who like to have it done to them. I, I'd rather just
jack off, and I sure don't want another guy's rod up my ass. I think
oral sex is the only way to go, and that's what I'm going to tell you
about.

"Sucking cock is an art form. A lot of people, and women, of course,
don't know that. They think that just rounding their mouth, putting it
on a man's prick, and bobbing their heads up and down makes them good
cocksuckers. It isn't so! And it isn't about sucking, either; you
don't suck, except maybe at the very end. Now first, you have to know
some anatomy -- know where nerves go, know what the real hot spots are.
A man knows a lot of that from his own body. But every guy is
different, and you have to be sensitive about what turns him on
particularly. And when you've got it right, you can give him the best
experience of his life.

"I love to suck cock. I love the feel of it in my mouth, I love all the
different things I can do to it with my lips and my tongue, and I love
it when I've brought the guy to a wonderful orgasm and he blows his load
into me. And when a guy sucks me, if he's good, knows his stuff and
takes his time, it's absolute heaven. You know, I kind of pity all
those men who think that fucking is the only way to have sex. Like I
said, if they'd ever had a real blow job, they'd never go for anything
else again."

"Oh, man," he said, "I do get carried away. I'm not boring you, am I?"

"Lord, no," I answered. "Go on! Please! I want to know what you do."

"Well, first you need the right position. Most guys lie on their back,
and the one who sucks ies between his legs, but I think the best is to
have your guy sit on something like the edge of a couch, where he can
lean back and relax. He spreads his legs, and you kneel in front of
him. That gives you perfect access to his prick and you have freedom of
motion. And you can use your tongue on the underside, which is the most
sensitive. I like to start by licking it up and down for a while on the
underside. Then I go up to the head, make sure my lips are wet, and
gradually open my mouth while I down over the head until my lips are
around him at the point just behind the corona, you know, where the
shaft goes into the head. You don't just open your mouth and close it
around his cock. Slide it in. You can wrap your hand around the shaft,
too, and he'll feel that he's really inside you. Oh, I got to mention,
if you're a beginner, you have to watch your teeth at all times. You
must always have your lips really covering them. But don't worry, after
a while it's just automatic.

"Then you can move your mouth up and down on his shaft, if you want.
Keep your lips in a close ring. You'll need a lot of spit to keep it
smooth. You might slide down as far as you can, and then draw his prick
out slowly while you're sucking on it, like a candy stick. There's lots
of variations. Like I said, you don't just pump up and down. One way
is twisting your head from side to side, make sure your lips stay on the
coronal ridge. You can move your hand up and down the shaft, but
gently. You could do just nothing but this until he comes, and he will.
Another way is to go down farther, but don't tighten your lips. Move
your head in a little circle. His cock will slide to different places
in your mouth. Do it in both directions, slow and steady. For some
guys that's the greatest.

"Above all, unless you're in a hurry for some reason, take your time.
Rest once in a while, and just enjoy his prick in your mouth. See, the
longer you can keep a guy from coming, the stronger his orgasm will be.

"Well," he smiled, "that's my short survey. Any questions?"

"Wow," I said. "That was really a mouthful. And, yes, when he comes,
what do you do with...what you get in your mouth?"

"His come? Why, you swallow it, of course. It's no big deal. It
doesn't taste bad. In fact, some guys love it, and they'll lick it up
if it spills on you. What you don't do is hold onto it so you can spit
it out and you don't rush off to rinse out your mouth. That's
insulting, and it spoils the whole party. Just swallow it. I stay with
the guy after he comes and his prick starts to shrink, until it's
completely over. I suck it and try to get every last drop, and don't
let go until it's totally limp. That's the right way to wind things
up."

One could say I hung on his every word. As he talked, I visualized it
all, with the memory of Carol's short oral visits to my prick, and
thought how much she could have learned from him. And of course with
these words and pictures my prick had stiffened and was tight in my
pants.

"One more question", I said. "What about sixty-nine?"

"Oh. sixty-nine!" he answered. "That is advanced. You shouldn't even
try it until you've mastered the basic techniques. The two guys should
be expert cocksuckers, it should be second nature to them, so they can
keep up what they're doing even while they're coming themselves. Your
tachnique has to be a little different, too, because your tongue's going
to be on top of his prick, instead of underneath where it can do the
most good. You use your upper lip a lot. When you've got it right,
it's the highest experience of all. You're welded to your partner,
you're sucking him while he's sucking you, it's almost like you're
sucking yourself, all those feelings are travelling from his mouth to
your cock and and up to your mouth and back to his cock...it's
perfection.

"Well, if you want the details, the best position is for both guys to
lay on their sides. Probably on the left side, so your right hand is
free to do whatever you want with it. You line your self up with each
other's crotch and slide the arm you're propped up on under the other
guy's leg. Lift your top leg and bend it at the knee to give access to
your own crotch. Then, wet your lips and prepare to slide onto his
prick and...have the best time of your life. Really."

"Boy," I said, "I can see why you're in journalism. That was the
finest exposition I have ever heard."

"You liked it?" he asked.

"Oh, yes!" I answered.

"Was it exciting?"

"Oh, yes!"

He paused for a moment. "And you're excited, aren't you?" he asked. He
was looking at my crotch where, without my being concious of it, my hand
had moved between my legs and was quietly stroking my stiff, pulsing
prick. I looked at him and solemnly nodded "Yes."

He leaned close and said: "There are some blankets up there in the bin.
Bring down one of them." I reached up and pulled one down into my lap.
"Spread it over yourself". I did. "Now take down your pants." He said
these things in a calm voice. They weren't like orders, just advice.
Advice I would take, although at this point I knew I was crossing a line
into some really new territory. Unbuckling and unzipping, I managed to
get my pants down around my calves. After a moment's thought I did the
same thing with my shorts. My prick stood up in relief. Sitting
bareassed on that smooth seat was exciting, and I admired the mound in
the blanket made by my prick, standing up like a little tent pole.

Alan raised the edge of the blanket. His hand reached in, slid across
my thigh, and found my totally hard prick. He moved his open hand up
and down it a few times -- it twitched in response -- and then closed
his hand around it and slowly moved up and down. "Ah," I thought, "he
got me going, and now he's going to take care of me by giving me a
wonderful hand job." But then he took his hand away. He whispered,
"Hold the blanket up for me," as he got up from his seat, turned around,
put his knees on the seat and wriggled around until he was facing me,
kneeling. I held up his end of the blanket, and his head and shoulders
disappeared uner it. Moments later I felt his hand on my prick again,
and then a wonderful sensation as something moist that had to be his
mouth touched its head, a soft ring that had to be his lips slid slowly
over the head, and what had to be his tongue moved back and forth across
the now incredibly sensitive underside just below.

My consciousness was bursting with the delighted messages my prick was
sending and my effort to pay attention to the mechanics of it and match
what he was doing with what he had told me about it. It was a losing
battle. I managed to note when he started an up and down motion,
running his mouth a short ways down my shaft and slowly back up to the
corona, and then when he kept his lips there and rocked his head back
and forth, but very soon I gave my attention wholly to the wonderful
feelings tht were building up so fast. I had the fleeting thought that
if anyone came to the back of the bus, and we happened to be passing
some light that would shine through the window, he would certainly see
that something "queer" was going on. But then I knew that I didn't give
a damn. I wasn't going to let anything stop this marvelous
happening.

It didn't take long, I think. The pleasure came in mounting waves that
crashed as I realized I was coming, coming, all my muscles trembling,
and barely managed not to shout in ecstacy. Then the peak was over, the
waves subsided, and a warm contentment enveloped me as my prick shrank
with his mouth still on it.

There was one more thing. in my dazed state, that I wanted to know, and
put my left hand between his slightly parted legs. Yes, he certainly
had a penis, and it was stiff. My fingers explored it through the
fabric of his pants only a few seconds before he took my arm and gently
pulled it away. He came out from under the blanket and resumed his
seat. We looked at each other. He looked pleased, and I'm sure I did
too as I smiled and nodded trying to convey my gratification. We didn't
speak. I lay back and closed my eyes, and in a few minutes was fast
asleep.

When I woke it was daylight outside. Alan was wide awake and said, "I
think we're coming in to town. You better pull yourself together." I
realized that I was still half naked under my blanket, pulled up my
shorts and pants and dressed as well as I could. We were in town now,
and in a few minutes had pulled up at our final stop. We left the bus
in the wake of several other young people and, as they went on their
way, stood silently for a minute in the deserted station.

"Alan," I finally said, "that was the most enjoyable and instructive bus
trip I have ever taken."

"I liked it, too," he replied, "but that was really doing it the hard
way. Cramped up in a bus seat, and having to go sideways...that's no
way to start..." He looked at me for a long moment. "What are you
doing tomorrow?" he asked.

"Uh, nothing special," I replied.

He said, "how about coming over to my place in the afternoon?"

It was my turn to pause. But if he was inviting me to another blow job,
I wasn't going to turn him down. "O.K.," I said.

"Great," he answered. He took a wallet from a back pocket, extracted a
little business card from it, and gave it to me. "Make it around three
o'clock, all right?" he asked. I studied the card. It was simply
printed with his name, an address on a street I was familiar with, and a
telephone number. "Call me if there's any problem," he said.

"There won't be," I answered, "I will most definitely be there."

"That's great," he repeated. "We'll have fun." With that, he walked
out of the station and turned toward his street, and I shouldered my bag
and headed for the dormitory, utterly bemused.

I got a good breakfast at the diner and headed for the dorm. No one
else was around. On my desk were the articles I had been studying when
I left, and I tried to resume my work. It was really diffcult. Most of
my mind was reliving my experience on the bus: I felt Alan's hand on my
prick, the glide of his lips over its head, the excitement of his
vibrating tongue, and the culminating explosion of my orgasm. My prick
got very hard, and there was nothing for it but to take off my pants,
lie on the bed, lubricate it, and slowly masturbate while imagining I
was back on the bus enjoying the blow job all over again. After I came,
deliciously, and cleaned myself up, I dozed off for a while.

Waking well after noon I forced myself to concentrate on my reading
until early evening, when I went to the diner for a modest dinner.
Returning, I had no interest in further work; I lay on the bed and gave
up trying to think of anything but the sensation of Alan's mouth on my
prick, which of course was hard again and straining to get out. I began
to wonder how it was for Alan: What did having a prick in your mouth
feel like? Was it hard, soft, sweet? Could I do it? I wanted to try!
I had an idea, got up, and went down the hall to the janitor's closet in
a corner of the building. It was unlocked, and his tidy collection of
brooms and mops hung from hooks on the wall. I selected a short mop
with a smooth, rounded end. I took it to the sink, turned on the water
and with my hands and a bit of soap scrubbed it clean and dried it. I
took it back to my room and, making very sure my door was locked, took
off my clothes and lay on the bed.

My prick was standing straight up as I brought the mop handle to my
mouth and inserted it. It seemed to me to have the right diameter for a
prick, and my mouth encircled it easily. I could put only some four
inches in until it touched the back of my throat. That meant that I
could cover little more than half a prick the length of mine,, but if
the corona was the really important part, it would do. Hitting the back
of my throat was as first very disagreeable, but I got used to it. I
moved the handle slowly out and back and focussed on visualizing it as a
real prick. I was careful to press with my lips and not let my teeth
touch it, and the sliding through my lips was quite pleasant. I
imagined the underside gliding over my tongue pressing up, and the great
feeling I was giving my partner...and of course my other hand was moving
on my own prick, faster and faster, until everything went blurry and I
came.

I was exhausted. I wiped myself with a towel, pulled up the covers and
went to sleep, the mop cradled in my arms.

Sunday morning I awoke with a feeling of anticipation and, naturally, a
stiff prick. I practiced some more with the mop handle and it felt
almost natural. As I stroked my prick it I wondered vaguely whether I
should be saving my sperm for whatever was going to happen in the
afternoon but, as ever, the immediate sensations won out, and I had a
lovely climax. I went out for a latish breakfast and returned planning
to work but found it nearly impossible. I was all wound up; I kept
checking the time as it drew near 2:30, when I figured I should leave
for Alan's place. It finally arrived, and I headed off, having made
sure that my clothes and body were as clean as I could make them.

The walk to his address actually took twenty minutes. It was a fair
sized apartment building, and his name was one of some thirty on the
panel of buttons at the entrance. I spent a short time wondering
whether to ring him ten minutes early or hang around suspiciously, and
settled for pushing the button. In a moment I heard his voice asking
who it was, and told him. "Come in!" he answered cheerfully. "One
flight up, and right to Number 8." As the door lock buzzed, I pushed
in, followed his directions, and found him standing back from the open
door of Number 8, which he closed as soon as I entered. His feet were
bare and he seemed to be wearing nothing but a bathrobe, as if he were
fresh from a shower. "I'm so glad you came," he said, with a pleasant
smile. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Well," I answered, "what
do you have? Or maybe I should say, what would be appropriate?" "I
like a little vodka at this time," he replied, "it's clean and warming."
I assented, and looked around the room as he took a bottle from a low
cabinet and poured two small shots and some water into two glasses. It
was a very comfortable place: long couch along one wall, a desk, a
large TV screen opposite the couch, a couple chairs and several enormous
pillows around the room. There was an arched opening into what looked
liked a bright little kitchen, and an open door into another room that
housed a great big bed. His grandfather's legacy must have been pretty
good, I thought.

He handed me my drink and invited me to sit on the couch. As we sipped
our drinks, not too slowly, I praised his apartment and we chatted a bit
about the weather and the reopening of school. When we had emptied our
glasses -- I felt a nice warmth in my stomach -- he gave me a slow smile
and said, "I think it's time you took off your clothes."

"All of them?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered, "stark naked. We want to see everything."

So I did just what he asked. When I was finished I stood naked before
him. My prick was already standing straight out in front. He stood up,
pulled his bathrobe open, and it joined my pile of clothes on the floor.
His prick was not quite hard, but long as it dangled from his light
blond pubic hair. He stepped up and encircled mine gently with one hand
saying, "Very nice." Then he picked up a very large, oddly triangular
pillow from a corner of the room and placed it on the couch. It came to
within a few inches of the edge of the couch and sloped back. "Sit
there," he told me. I did, the edge of the couch supporting my
buttocks. "Now lean back, and just relax." I did that, too. It was
perfectly comfortable, and left my prick leaning out into the room.
"Spread your legs." he ordered. As I did, he placed a small, square
pillow on the floor between them, close to me, and knelt on it. His
head was inches from my dong. "This is going to be a lot easier than it
was on the bus," he said, and moved his face close.

I watched fascinated as he thrust out his tongue and I felt a wonderful
thrill as he ran it slowly up my prick from my balls to the tip -- and
then down -- and up again -- and down -- finally halting at the top,
just below the corona, when he put his hand on the shaft and pressed his
tongue, wiggling, into it. I felt I had never been so excited in my
whole life. It was almost a relief when he raised a little, put his
lips on the very tip of my prick, and slowly opened them as his mouth
slid down over the head. He began a little up and down motion that made
my whole body quiver with pleasure, sliding down the shaft, than back to
the head, sometimes shaking his head a little from side to side. I'd
been trying to follow what he was doing, but I was losing it. The
sensations were drowning my mind, all there was was a fantastic pleasure
building up, and up, and suddenly exploding in an unbelievable wave. I
came! I came! It was glorious! I wanted to keep coming forever! But
the wave subsided, and as perception gradually came back I realized that
he still had my prick in his mouth, sucking it as if to get out the last
drop. In the warm afterglow of my feelings was just a trace of disappointment
that it was over so soon.

Finally he let it go and sat back on his heels. For a long time I could
only look at him weakly. "My God. That was...I never...that was so
fucking wonderful..." I mumbled. "Glad you liked it," he replied,
getting up and sitting beside my limp body. "I love giving blow jobs."
I could see that, for now his prick was erect, long, slightly pink,
beautiful. "It's too bad it was so quick. You must have been really
turned on."

I was recovering. "Yes, I was," I said. I stared at his penis a long
minute and finally said, "I still am. It's my turn now. I want to do
you."

He looked surprised. "Really?"

"Yes," I said. "Let's trade places."

"All right," he said, "I'm certainly ready."

I got up and turned around to kneel in front of him as he took my place
on the couch, spread his legs, and leaned back with his prick near my
face. I was determined to give him as good a job as he gave me.

I lowered my mouth to his nearly hairless balls, put out my tongue and
pressed it against his shaft, and slowly slid it up to the top, Then I
slid it down; up again, and down. What I felt was fascinating: the
skin of his prick was loose and pliable, but there was the hardness
underneath. My tongue tingled. After a minute or two of this I stopped
at the top and licked back and forth just under the head. He rewarded
me with a satisfied grunt. Finally I wet my lips well and slowly slid
them, tingling, over the end of his prick until I had the whole head in
my mouth. It was wonderfully soft and seemed just the right thing to
fill me. I slowly took more in, acutely aware of every millimeter that
slid over my tingling lips. I started massaging the soft underside with
my tongue. I was entranced. Having that prick in my mouth was the most
exciting thing I'd ever done.

"Oh, yes," he murmured. I tightened my lips, and rocked my head from
side to side. "Go, baby, go!" he told me.

I started sliding up and down, lips tight, down until he touched the
back of my throat, up till my lips firmly met the corona. There was
magic in it. His prick filling my mouth was so intimate, so right. I
loved the smooth slide on my lips; they felt the pleasure I was giving
him. I was deeply excited. I alternated this shaft stroking several
times with head motions that slid his prick sideways across my tongue.
I was feeling an increased tension in his legs, and his prick seemed to
swell, when suddenly he gave an inarticulate groan, his whole body
jerked, and something flowed creamily over my tongue and into my throat,
where I swallowed it. I swallowed several times again as I felt the
tension slowly drain from him. I continued massaging his prick with my
tongue as it softened, and as it went limp I sucked on it, extracting a
few more drops of fluid. Finally I let it go and leaned back, very
pleased.

After a minute he opened his eyes, looked at me, and said "You liar!"

I was startled. "What?" I asked.

"You lied to me." he said. "You said you never did this before."

"But I haven't, honestly," I replied.

"Oh, come on," he answered. "You've done it plenty."

"No" I said, still on my knees, "really. This is the first time. The
first time I've ever had a prick in my mouth. Last night I
practiced...with a mop handle. I just tried to remember all that you
told me, and just now what you were doing. You're a great teacher, and
I wanted to do the best I could."

He was silent a little while. "A mop handle, huh? I'll be damned.
Man, if that's true, you are a natural. That was no amateur
cocksucking. It was really good. Tell me: how did you like doing it?"

"I loved it," I said. "All of it, and when you came...that was great."

He stirred, and looked at my crotch. "My God," he said, "you're hard
again." Amazingly, I was. The tingle in my groin was spreading again
through my body. I was ready for more.

"All right," he said, standing up, "let's switch again." We traded
places, I on the couch and he between my legs. It was a repeat of
what he had done before, only better. Although my prick was as
sensitive as ever, and everything he did to it sent waves of pleasure
through me, I lasted a long time. The final, tremendous climax nearly
blacked me out and I fought to retain concsciousness as it subsided.

"Unbelievable," I finally said. "That was the greatest experience of my
life."

He looked very pleased. "Well, now you know," he said. "A good blow
job is the greatest thing there is, on either side. And I want to
welcome you to it. I think you have a fine future...Look, I have to get
dressed and go out soon. But I want to tell you how happy I am that we
met. And...when can you come again?" He smiled.

"Any time you let me," I answered. "I'll always be eager to learn
more."

I dressed and got ready to leave. He wrote my phone number in a little
book on his desk and I departed, feeling like a changed man. Alan had
opened up a new world for me. One way of putting it was that there were
now twice as many people with whom I could have sex than there were
yesterday.

Classes started the next day, and I found that much of the time I could
put reflections of that experience down toward the bottom of my mind,
indulging those memories fully only during my morning and evening and
occasional midday jackings off, when my fantasies were about mouths and
pricks instead of about pricks and cunts. I was hoping that Alan would
call, and on Thursday he did, inviting me to visit him Friday afternoon.
Of course I did, and it was like a reenactment of our Sunday session.
We stripped, I lay back on that magic pillow, and he sucked until I came
with the sensation that my head was exploding. We switched around and I
lavished my gratitude on his lovely cock, swallowed his sperm, basked in
his compliments on my performance and took in the few comments he made
on how I might improve even further.. Two days later, on Sunday, we did
it again, with me sucking first.

Two months later we had had perhaps a dozen sessions. Alan declared
that he had nothing more to teach me -- but, of course, he wanted me to
keep in practice, not necessarily with him. He told me how he saw
himself: as a teacher, or even a kind of guru, of gay sexuality. He
got great satisfaction from intoducing another male to the joy of
homosexuality. What I would call seducing he thought of as bringing out
a boy's innate yearning for the same sex. He thought that the ancient
Greeks had it right: men's greatest pleasure lay with men, and women
served only occasionally to receive the seed that created more men. (I
doubted the accuracy of that, but felt the attraction of their ease with
male love.) He was especially pleased when one of finds converted
completely and would have nothing to do with women. I was such a
pushover he thought he'd done that with me, and was dismayed when I told
him that, while I was most grateful to him for bringing my sex life to a
whole new level, I had no intention of abandoning females.

A few days later he called me saying there was something he wanted to
ask me, and I agreed to meet for coffee the next day. What he wanted
was a special favor, "for old times' sake", and incidentally for further
broadening my sex education. It seems that an old friend, Roger, was
going to visit the next weekend. They'd met as freshmen in high school,
when they were both starting to realize that they were gay. They became
close friends ("Close!" said Alan, "that was zero distance, whenever we
could manage it.") Roger now went to college in another state, but had
to come here on family business, and had arranged to spend one night
with Alan. Alan wanted to give him a rewarding time, but there was one
drawback: Roger loved to be fucked, and Alan wouldn't do that.
So...would I consider performing that service? With me fucking him, and
Alan sucking him, Roger would surely think he was in heaven.

I had to think about that a little while. Alan assured me that, by all
accounts, it gave great joy to both parties. I certainly was curious.
Fucking a girl was great; how much different was fucking a boy? And
since I had found that one style of gay sex was really fine, why not try
the other? So I agreed.

Friday evening, shortly after my early dinner, Alan called to let me
know that Roger had arrived and that my presence was wanted. When I
arrived I found him and his friend with drinks in their hands, and
wearing only bathrobes. Alan introduced us, gave me a drink and
refreshed theirs, and for a while continued a conversation they were
having about mutual acquaintances. I thought Roger pretty decent
looking. He was a bit shorter than Alan, and a little rounded; he
didn't have Alan's masculinity, and I could imagine him playing a
feminine role in a gay relationship. After a while Alan turned to me
and said, "Paul, I've told Roger what our plans for entertaining him
tonight are. I think we're all ready. How about you?"

"Yes, indeed," I answered.

"Then take off all that uncomfortable clothing," he said, standing up
and shrugging off his bathrobe. Roger, smiling, did the same. At that
moment he didn't look feminine at all; his sizeable prick was beginning
to swell over large balls lightly covered with brown hair. He picked up
a small leather case from beside his chair and gestured me ahead of him
as Alan led us into his bedroom, where I undressed. My prick was
standing out hard. Roger put his hand around it. "I'm going to love
that in me," he said. "This is your first time, isn't it?" I answered,
"yes." "You'll love it, too," he said.

"This needs a little preparation," he continued. "Get on the bed and
lay back." I did, my prick standing straight up. He opened the leather
case, took a large envelope from it, and pulled a rolled-up condom from
the envelope. "We believe in safe sex," he said, putting it on the end
of my prick and expertly rolling it all the way down, giving me a
delightful tingle. "And we believe in slippery sex," he said as he took
a jar of something from the case. He removed its top and dipped his
fingers into it. They came out coated with a clear jelly that he
smeared it all over the condom, giving me lots more tingles. Then, with
his other hand, he took from his case a ... prick! It was some kind of
soft, white plastic with little ripples all over its surface. About ten
inches long, it had a conical head and a flared bottom terminating in a
finger-sized ring. He swirled its head in the jar. He got on the bed
and lay back, his legs in the air and spread apart. He brought the
dildo to his ass, inserted it between the cheeks, and moved it in and
out a few times. "O.K.," he said, putting the thing aside and rolling
onto his left side. "Paul, get behind me."

I slid behind him and pushed the head of my covered cock lightly
between his smooth ass cheeks. He lifted his right leg and said, "A
little lower." I moved down an inch. "Now push," he said, and I did,
slowly. I felt resistance. "You've got it," he said, "push harder." I
did, and felt the resistance give way and my cock slide into a kind of
warm, enclosing ring. "Doing fine!" he said, "Now, all the way!", and
I pushed forward until my groin was solidly against his buttocks. "Oh,
that feels great! Now just slide in and out -- not too fast -- and
don't fall out! Oh, that's delicious!" This was really different from
entering a cunt. While the soft inside was similar, his tight sphincter
rode my shaft with greatly heightened sensation.

Meanwhile Alan had got on the bed, reversed. His head was at Roger's
loins and I could see his prick wave briefly as it lowered toward
Roger's mouth. I felt envious of their sixty-nine, but resolved to get
all I could out of fucking Roger. His asshole enveloped my prick like a
perfectly shaped hand; my motion made it rub me from below the middle
right up to the corona, and I quickly learned what length of stroke gave
the greatest sensation. I lost myself in my rhythmic motion and the
building pleasure, just noticing toward the end a quick tightening of
the sphincter I was traversing, thinking it was a sign that something
was happening to Roger, when I came, beautifully and long. Roger's head
was still moving. My right arm was across his body and my hand, along
with his, was resting on Alan's butt. Suddenly I felt Alan's hips move
in little jerks and I knew that he was coming. Soon it quieted. My
soft prick had slipped out of Roger's ass and we just lay there for
several minutes, before finally separating.

I went to the bathroom and peeled off the greasy condom, full of sperm,
flushed it away. and washed my prick. Roger came in and wiped lubricant
off his ass with toilet paper and washed his hands. Alan, the architect
of all this, just lay on the bed looking pleased. "That was just
wonderful," said Roger. "I love your prick, Paul. It's just the right
size. And Alan, so is yours. It was so good to get filled up by you
guys. Pricks are the greatest invention in the world!"

We never did get dressed. Alan handed drinks around, several times, and
heated up some hors d'ouvres that we gobbled down. I was tired and
sleepy and didn't want to move, so that when Alan suggested I spend the
night there, I accepted. He apologized for having to get up early the
next morning: he had an appointment with a dean that he had not been
able to put off. The three of us returned to his big bed. Roger was
between Alan and myself. I fell asleep almost immediately, dimly aware
of Roger's hand curled around my soft penis.

We all woke when the alarm clock went off, but only Alan got up. Roger
and I lay dozing as he bustled about for a while, shouted "See you later
-- enjoy one another!", and left. I became aware of my standard
morning erection, and that it was touching Roger's backside. I grew
more alert when he rolled over and put his hand around it. "Oh my," he
said, "how nice! Paul, is that a piss hard, or a real one?" "It's
real," I answered, "and your hand feels good." "Well, we don't want to
waste it," he said. He moved his head close to mine and, in a low
voice, said "Paul, would you fuck me, please? You were so good last
night...I want you in me again. Please?"

Much better than a hand, I thought, and there's something special about
its just being the two of us. I said "Yes." "Oh, thank you!" he
answered, He reach out and picked up his little leather case. He opened
it, found a condom, and rolled it down my now quite stiff prick. As
before, he used his jar of lubricant on it, then slicked his own ass
with the help of the dildo. He did something more: with the jelly on
his fingers he greased the underside of his own stiff, bare penis, and
then leaned toward me and rubbed a streak of it up my belly, from my
crotch to my belly button. "What's that for?" I asked. "You'll see,"
he said, smiling.

Roger was on his back on the bed. He wriggled up until his head touched
the headboard, then raised his knees almost to his chest and spread his
legs apart. "O.K.," he said, "come on." "Like that?" I asked. "Yes,"
he said. "Missionary style is the best way for two guys to fuck." I
got between his legs and advanced. He put his hands on his ass cheeks
and pulled them apart, making his pinkish asshole an easy target, and I
moved up until the head of my prick nuzzled it. "Get it in, man!" he
ordered, and I pushed it in through that tight embrace until we were
fully joined and I could get no farther. "Lean on me!" was next. I
bent my body toward his, and felt the stiffness of his prick on my
belly. "Oh, good, he said. "Now go back and forth. I want your body
sliding over my prick. I want you in me and on me. I want you to love
me from both sides!" I felt his hands on my ass, pulling, then pushing,
setting a sweet rhythm. Then one hand went between my ass cheeks and a
lubricated finger slid into my asshole -- a strange feeling, but
pleasant. His sphincter was massaging my prick as my belly was stroking
his. We moved into one another, increasing the speed of the fucking
until I heard him groan "Oh, oh, oh!", his body twisted under me, his
sphincter tightened and in moments brought me to the height of a long,
delicious climax.

We lay there quite a while recovering. When I lifted myself from his
limp body I saw a line of sperm running from his belly to his chest and
found my chest wet with it, too. When he saw that he wriggled down and
licked me until it was gone. Finally we went to the bathroom and
cleaned up. Still naked, we went to Alan's kitchen and found orange
juice, bread, ham, eggs, and coffee, and made ourselves a fine
breakfast. Roger talked at some length about how good male fucking was.

"I love every bit of it," he said. "If you're really into it, you start
by kissing, and licking: your partner's lips, his nipples, his balls,
and best of all, his prick, and make sure it's good and hard. Then you
lubricate his prick and your asshole, and the thrills start. He presses
the head against you and starts sliding in. It doesn'nt hurt a bit if
you're relaxed. You can push down as if you're about to shit; it opens
you up, and he enters. What a feeling! You're opening up, being
filled, that cock slides in, presses your prostate, and goes right to
your center. And when he starts fucking, you're mounting the stairway
to heaven. Lubricate your finger and put it in his asshole. His belly
should be rubbing the underside of your prick, too, You'll come anyway,
but that makes it far better. When you're getting close you can tighten
your sphincter to make him come faster. Grab his ass and help him move.
It's great when you both come at the same time. If you're bareback
you'll feel his jizz shoot, and yours will coat the two of you. When
it's over, you'll know you had the finest experience of your whole
life."

He smiled at me, saying, "I'm talking about being a bottom, which is the
best. But I don't mind being a top if my partner needs it. And...how
about you? Wouldn't you like to try it? I'd love to show you how
wonderful it is."

His talk certainly excited my curiosity, but I wasn't ready. If he had
asked me to suck him off I would have, but I'd really had enough sex for
the moment. So we exhanged compliments on what we had accomplished, I
got dressed, and left.

On my way back to my dorm my mind was full of all that I had learned in
the past few weeks. What was I going to do with it?

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I continued to work at the store on the beach all summer. Except for that one time with Vince, I stayed with Jackie. It was easier, he was available and I liked him. Staying true did not exclude involvements with the girls in the group. We also continued to experiment and enjoy. With them, I had to be kind, gentle, considerate. I practiced my skills till I was very good at sex. With Jackie, it was different. It was without games. It was clean, strong, an uncomplicated primal feeling as I now think back. Jack had gotten himself kept back so that he would not have

to join the army. His soldier dad was forcing him to "become more of a man." I knew I was a man and never thought of myself as gay. "Faggot" was a name I had been called, but those in our small town learned that I was not to be teased. In my freshman year in high school, two older guys were walking behind me on the way home. A short distance from school, the talk started. I turned, walked back, and gave him some lip. Then, as now, I had a very smart mouth. I often waited for an audience to turn the tables. I found that ridicule in public, especially by a smaller and younger kid, could not be retaliated against. This time, I did not want an audience. Jim, his real name, pushed me out of the way. In less than a second, I pulled him down onto the lawn. It was raised up, with a concrete berm. We struggled; he hit me a few times and then I grabbed him by the balls. I would not let go. He screamed. His friend started to come after me. "I'll turn them into mush if you so much as touch me." I said to the helper. Jim motioned him away, his face contorted with pain and real fear in his eyes. "If you ever touch me again, I'll do it." I threatened. Jim knew I would and so did the other few who had gathered there. He joined his friend and hobbled off, his pants torn open at the knee and his fly broken open. The second event, a year later, happened in the cafeteria. I was coming on to a girl and she was responding. A jock came over and asked her what she was doing with the "little fag". Without thinking, I reached up, took his head in both hands, and smashed it back against the tile and let him slump into the refuse barrel. He slowly stood up, just looked at me and walked off. I guess I proved myself. I think back now and wonder who that was inside of me.

My senior year in high school also followed pretty much the same pattern of sex. Then, I achieved that most important rite of passage; I obtained my driver's license. It allowed me to travel some distance to the granite quarries. Most of us swam without suits; there was a feast of what today we call "eye candy". I had heard that there was lots of free sex and indeed there was. I also learned that summer, that for some reason, I attracted attention. I never had thought of myself as good looking, sexy or as a stud. I had a decent build developed from some hard work, I was still only 5'7" tall. My shoulders were wide, my waist small and my legs muscular. I had a great big, warm smile and a very boyish innocence about me. I've been told that those qualities still exist today. Anyway, all one had to do was wander the paths and offers would be made.

I became addicted and did this a few times a week. It was all anonymous and only once did I see another boy from school. He was there wanting the same things as I. Those in service were of all ages, sizes and shapes and they all seemed to want to suck boy cock, or any cock, or to be fucked.

Sometimes it was necessary to give a hand job and I was asked a few times to suck or to be fucked. Refusals were easily accepted as there were lots of partners available. I often thought, after I had given a load of cum away, "Thank God I am not like that poor bastard." I had already decided to be "straight" when I went away to college; I was going to put aside childish things.

For those several months away at school, I was straight. It was not that I did not find any of my

classmates attractive; it was more that I wanted to fit the image of "the kid next door." I also had entered into a somewhat serious relationship with a girl who was a year older than I and we continued through the next vacation. Once back home that summer, for man sex, I had to rely only on occasional quarry visits. Jack had joined the army and Vince did not appear to be interested. Again in September, I returned to school and to being straight.

The following happened one early spring evening of my sophomore year. A friend and I had taken the house mother's car to her home some distance from our campus. Paul, nineteen, was a little taller than I and a good tennis player. He had lots of girl friends. I was by then, a little over weight, but still sweet and innocent looking, and could have passed for fifteen rather than the eighteen year old that I now was. We were on the way back to the dorm, our errand completed. Out of the clear blue night sky, he said, "Bill, I'm horny as hell. I want to have sex with you." I ignored him and kept on driving. A few minutes later, in the middle of a sentence, he asked "Want to fuck me?" By then, I was hard as a rock and he could see it in the lights from the dash. Paul reached over and started tracing my cock with his fingers. There is, or was, a sky resort on the road back to school. The parking lot was dark and empty so I pulled in. He unzipped me, bent over quickly and started to suck. He twisted his tongue around my mushroom head and then licked on down the shaft. I pretended at first not to want this to happen, and forced myself not to react too quickly. I played the reluctance game. After a few minutes, however, I was fucking up into his face. I would not let him take down my pants, so my balls just got a nice rubbing. There was no conversation; he just slurped away, pulling my 7" boy tool deeper and deeper into his throat. There was room for that in the front seat of my old Ford. Very quickly, I shot a load, rope after rope. With an edge in my voice, I spoke, "Good, very good, Thanks."

"Thanks yourself, but I still want you to fuck me." Paul said and laughed out loud.

I started the car and we drove back the next thirty or so minutes just listening to country music. I did not say a word, I did not even look at him. He had caused me to return to a path I had promised not to take and I was angry at him and at myself. It must have showed in my face. When we pulled into the dorm parking lot, He reached over and touched my leg. "I think you hate me, you won't tell anyone about this." he said with almost a break in his voice.

"Yeah, I hate you, but I still want to fuck you." "Let's go." He followed me to my room, I opened the door and let him in first. I shut the door, left the lights off, and put my arms around his waist, pulling him hard to me.

"I'm a virgin" he whispered.

"Good!" was all I could get out. I stood behind him and undressed him right there in the middle of the dark room. He shifted to the side and tried to kiss me. I quickly turned my head away; I wanted no emotional ties. His lips caught my ear and his tongue found its way into it. This then and today is something that I can not resist. We kissed very briefly. I pushed him down onto his knees by grabbing his shoulders. "Undress me!" I said softly and he did. I went to his side, he bent his head and wet my cock like I told him to. There was still some boy juice there left over from the first round. I wet my fingers in his mouth. The beds were cot like, high off the floor. I told him to get up and then bent him over and he rested his upper body on my bed. I leaned into him and began a dry run.

"Finally I know what it's like to be fucked." he moaned softly. I could not help but chuckle. "What's so funny?" he asked trying to squeeze out from under me.

Was this bullshit I wondered. He could not think that this was all there was to it.

"We're nowhere near there yet, not by a long shot." I answered and pushed his body back down on to my bed. It took several moments to open him up, he was tight and nervous. I still to this day wonder that he did not know about penetration. I had to get him to relax...a trick I learned from our old family doctor the first time he did a rectal exam on me. The standard instruction of relax and push down was followed nicely. I used only one finger at first and moved very slowly. With my other hand I explored his body for the first time. His chest and upper back were covered with soft curls of golden brown and it felt good running through my fingers. He straightened up and my lips kissed along his spine and my hand began to stroke his thick, hard cock. My middle finger I pushed into his mouth and he wet it too. With some effort I finally got two fingers up there, he moaned just a little, trying to be quiet. Again, this ass play continued for several minutes but I was becoming impatient, and my roommate might return at any moment. Paul had begun to work his body back and forth on my fingers. "You're ready." I pronounced and removed my fingers. Finally, I pushed my throbbing prick against his ass ring while holding him tightly around his waist. It took forever, it seemed, but I got all of my mushroom head in. I stopped for a moment. Paul had only gasped once; his body had gone rigid against the bed and then he began to relax. I did not go slow now. I pushed hard and steadily until I was buried deep in his boy cunt. I waited for what could only have been a minute or two and then began my assault. The pace quickened rapidly. It had been such a long time for me. Paul began to respond once again and pushed his ass hard back against me. My balls banged against those below. It was over very quickly. He was so hot, tight, and this was was my second virgin fuck. It seemed as if my climax would go on forever. I pulled out so slowly and then shoved hard back in again to finish the last spasms deep inside of his ass. I kissed him and jerked him off. By the time he shot, I was up again, ready for more. I used his own cum to lube my hard dick and this time it was much easier. It would be the third time for me in less than two hours. It was fantastic, better and better. This time it lasted quit e a while and Paul loved it. He soon began fucking back at me, meeting thrust with thrust. I pulled all the way out and entered him again and again with a sideways and then grinding motion. I found his prostate with almost every thrust and he responded with gasps, moans and a constantly whispered "Fuck me." I raised up on my toes and drove in from above and then went in low. I used every bit of me that I could. My hands pinched, twisted, caressed, slapped, all in a frenzy till it began again. Climax lasted long and I then fell on top of him. Their was not time to spend in after glow. Now close to ten o'clock, my studious roommate would soon be there. Paul lifted himself out from under me, leaving a trail of cum on my blanket.

"You pig!" I said sarcastically. I pulled it off and

turned it over.

"Yeah, but I'm your pig." He smiled, dressed and left

me to wipe up the floor.

He and I had a few more times together but by mid May,

Paul had become the property of a football player. He

left the dorm in late May and I have not seen or heard

from him since. I hope he remembers me with kind

thoughts. I did not love him. I learned that liking

a guy was good, too.

That next summer, I was once again back at the store.

A few trips to the quarries kept me happy. This next

event happened in mid August. One warm early evening,

I saw two young guys kissing; they were on the other

side. They were visible from the face up only. I

made a hasty trip over the ridge to the other side as

there were no other takers there that night. Just

before I intruded into their space, I had taken off my

shorts. My cock was hard and pointing straight up. I

went through the thick plant material and joined them

on the deep ledge. Each of them had to have weighed

over three hundred pounds, or even more. Of course

they jumped, tried to cover their cocks, but on seeing

mine, they began to relax. I thought about leaving;

they were fat. Almost immediately, one was on his

knees with my cock buried in his mouth. The other

asked if I would like to "play."

That was the kind of invitation that in our younger

years, none of us could have refused. Soon, both of

them were on my cock. I had not been in an "adult"

group activity. My hands began to wander over the

mountains of flesh in front of me. It felt good. The

taller and larger of the two then stood. He could

have been a Sumo wrestler. He leaned his face into me

and without thinking, I kissed him. He seemed to

almost melt into me. My hands found his big tits.

They were larger than any on the girls that I had been

with. I wanted to suck on one and I did. I filled my

mouth with as much of it as I could and then began to

chew. As I increased my jaw pressure, the moans and

reactions of my partner became increasingly more

passionate. One hand was on the head now bouncing on

my cock and the other on the empty tit next to my

face. I switched sides. When I lifted my face, he

begged me, "More, More, suck me harder!" I was happy

to oblige. It was then that his friend stuck my wet

cock between his pair of tits at cock level and he

then began to rub them both against my dripping prick.

At one point, he inserted a fat nipple in my piss

slit and rubbed my cock against it. I was close to

climax.

"Suck it, suck it!" I ordered; and, he did just that.

As the moment came closer, the guy on top yelped; I

had bitten down so hard. I had not even realized what

I had done. He dropped to his knees and they shared

the load that came from my cock. Their tongues wound

together all over my cock and my balls. I then

watched them as they rolled onto their sides in the

classic "69" position. I saw their cocks for the

first time. Both were cut, about the same six to

seven inches in length and both were very thick. It

was funny to watch these two big guys clutching and

grasping huge ass cheeks while sucking deep. It was

not long before I was up and ready again. I wanted to

screw them both but wondered if it were possible as

their holes, it seemed, were buried deep in their

flesh. Without being asked, I laid down behind the

one on the inside. I feared being pushed over the

edge; being mashed against the stone was not a much

better option. The smaller one was next to me and

knew immediately what I wanted.

"Lie on your back." he told his friend. Within

moments the were back in the position. I wondered how

the one on the bottom could breathe; it seemed as if

his entire face was buried in belly flesh. The

massive cheeks in front of me hung down and away and

cunt was not far inside of them. On my knees I moved

forward. Sweat from the body was all the lubrication

I needed. I rubbed my cock into and under the ball

sack and soon felt sweet lips on it. Pushing in as

far as I could go, I felt the back of bottom guy's

throat and a ball sack evenly draped on either side of

my shaft. There was little room. Once wet, I pulled

out and parted the great cheeks with two hands. The

hole seemed small in comparison with the mountains

that lay on either side. I pushed steadily and soon

gained entry. This was not a virgin! In one long,

slow effort I was buried in top guy's ass. he Began

to wiggle side to side. I let him do the deed. My

hands grabbed onto tit flesh. They were like handles.

Before long, it seemed as if I was lifted off my

knees and I had the feeling of floating. Being close

to the edge of a fifteen foot drop into the water

below, I found footing. It was only to steady me,

though. My cock buried in the big ass below me and my

hands on man tit were what kept me in place. I went

with that! Contractions of an experienced ass ring

and the constant motion of the flesh under me brought

a quick climax. I could not get the leverage to go

deeper; I was not in control and it all was a wonder.

It seems as if the contractions and expansions of a

spurting cock brought the same reaction from top guy.

He ceased his pounding of the face below him and

climbed off his receiver. Bottom guy quickly pulled

him back, but this time he put his cock into the hot

but wet and sloppy cunt that I had just vacated. Top

guys back was what bottom guy was looking at and top

guy reached out to me and took my semi limp boy dick

into his mouth. Gently he cleaned in and around and

under my fore skin and then down my shaft and around

my ball sack. He was truly a gentle giant. One asked

me if I gave seconds.

"I just did." I leaned against the rock wall, waiting

for some sense of time and place to return. A swim

was what I needed. There was a request for a phone

number which I denied. Instead, I said I would be

looking for them again. It did not happen with them

again, and by early September, I was back at school.

I learned that we are not all beautiful. We are not

all well endowed. We are not all in the image of

Michaelangelo David. Pleasure, it seems, comes from

many ways and from many people. I never again turned

down a "good offer" on just the appearance of the guy

making it.

Junior year was pretty much a repeat of freshman year.

There was not one man-to-man experience. The

following summer found me once again at the store.

Vince had enlisted in the navy; Jack was in the army,

and I was the local stud; or at least, I thought so.

I had met several women, summer visitors, and had used

my my over the counter good manners and again, a big

smile, to take me where I needed to go. There were

also a few trips to the quarries and all that kept me

happy. The sex was good but not extra ordinary; that

is till one night in July. Another friend and I had

gone to Howdy's at about 10:30. It was a fast food

joint. Sitting inside were six or seven guys and

Ethel. A young, thin and rather unattractive girl,

she was half in the bag. We knew none of them. It

appeared that they all had been drinking. Three had

mechanics uniforms on which identified them as being

from the car dealership next door. They were the

rugged jock type, friendly. Eric and I joined in the

conversation and soon learned that they were

attempting to convince Ethel to "pull the train." The

idea of my first gang bang got me very hot. Eric was

hesitant. Anyway, we all wound up on the edge of a

deserted summer camp located on a small island-like

piece of land at the end of a single width dirt road.

It was also along "the beach." Ethel and five guys

were in the front and back seats of a Monte Carlo. It

was big and new. We soon convinced Ethel to shed her

clothes and we were all taking turns running hands and

cocks over her. She remained seated over the hump in

the front.

"Beer, Beer, give me more beer or I'm out of here."

she groaned. There was none. Someone standing

outside of the car, peed in an empty can and handed it

to her. "Warm." was her only response. Somehow, she

was on top of me and two other guys in the back seat.

Touching her was an option that did not exist. To be

part of the crowd, I began to finger her. She looked

up, smiled, and said "For a little kid, you know what

you are doing. He's good!" she announced to the rest

of the men in the car. I passed the test. I'm not

sure how, but next we were all out of the car and on

two blankets. Ethel was on her back, a cock in her

mouth, one in each hand and one in her cunt. This was

a little too much togetherness for me. Eric, looking

on like the rest, checked the time and was ready to

go. I decided to stay. Just maybe I would get the

courage to follow the first four in seeking pleasure

from the girl on the ground. It sure would be

different from doing it with a friend; different from

anything I had done before.

I needed to take a piss. With a hard cock, it would

not be easy. Most of us had our cocks out, stroking.

At almost seven inches, I was one of the smaller

tooled guys there. I had never been a victim of penis

envy before. I kind of shifted backwards from the

circle and took a short walk. A jerk off session and

then peeing were what was called for. I thought I was

alone so dropped trow and began to pull on my prick.

"Need some help with that?" One of the mechanics had

followed me and now was standing just behind me. In

the moonlight, I saw a handsome guy of maybe twenty

five or six. He had a cock on him that could have

been nine inches long, or it seemed so. I was about

to answer him when a rough hand pushed mine away and

it then circled my tool. The grasp was vise like.

Within moments, I felt a tongue pressing against my

lips and a hand on my ass pulling me into this

beautiful guy. He was several inches taller and in

moments, both hands were on my ass, lifting and

pulling me up so that his massive cock slid against my

smaller boy tool. I was kissing back and my tongue

met thrust for thrust. Then, his hot prick was below

my balls and I felt like I was sitting on a burning

log. Thoughts of being fucked filtered through my

mind. Part of me wanted this and part of me screamed

"NO!" I pushed my body back from his and voiced just

the one word that had been tearing across my mind.

"NO!"

Al, as I later learned his name to be, smiled softly

and simply said "OK." and then began kissing me again.

Somehow, I trusted him. My instincts were right this

time. "Want to come home with me?" he asked. I told

him I had no ride. "You do now." I knew there was

more in that simple statement than an offer to be in

his new Monte Carlo. "I'll pick you up out at the end

of the dirt." He also did not want the others to

guess what was going to happen. Al had a small

apartment a few minutes away. It was neat and very

clean. Once inside, after he quickly put away a

picture of a woman holding a baby, the kissing began

again. I pushed him off.

"You smell." I said. With that, he led me towards

the bathroom where we began to undress each other.

The shower scene could have been experienced by or

written about by almost any author. Lots of

exploration, touching, feeling, poking, stroking,

rubbing, kissing. all good stuff, but no cumming for

either of us. I was tired. "Where's the bed?" I

asked quietly. In moments, he was curled up against

my back and we fell asleep. Sometime close to 9:00

a.m. on that Saturday morning, I came awake with a hot

cock between my legs, a hand pulling on my cock and a

probing tongue in my ear. It was nice, very nice. I

thought I was a good lover, but he made me feel like I

was outside of my own body. He was a spectacular man,

generous with his soft loving. He kissed every part

of my body and used his big hands wherever his mouth

did not go. Before long I followed his lead. When my

face reached his groin, I hesitated. His prick was

beautiful and huge, as I said. I began with my

tongue. I explored his slit and then circled his

corona and then traced the veins down to his pubes.

My tongue took on a life of its own. I played with

his extra large grade A eggs. I had not sucked cock

in almost eight years and, for the life of me, could

not understand why I was doing it then. I went back to

that beautiful head and took it in and then began to

try taking it all. I worked very slowly and Al left

me alone to do my thing. He had to have guessed by my

hesitation, and my lack of skill, that it was or could

be my first time. He let me experiment, explore at my

own pace. Soon, I proved that I was a quick study; I

thought about what made me happy. I could not take it

all; but, I sure as hell tried. I wanted to please

him. As the passion built in this guy, he turned and

began doing to me what I was doing to him. I, like

Avis, tried harder and did it. I took all of him.

Within moments I felt his ball sack tighten and his

cock expand even more in my mouth. I now just had

that head in my mouth and my tongue tasted the first

shot. Cum spilled forth in quaking bursts and ran

down my cheeks. I did the same to him. It's taste

was something I had not expected. It was salty and I

remember wondering why. I also knew that this was not

an act that I wished to do often. Al turned and took

me into his very strong arms and we stayed that way,

pressed against each other for some time. We each

needed to use the john, did so and returned to the

very rumpled bed. I was back first and marveled at

the great stud who climbed back into it with me. My

feelings were of desire, admiration and once again,

lust.

"Let me." Al mouthed against my lips. He began now

exploring my body. I tried to caress him. He took

both my hands in one of his, much larger, and held

them back over my head. With his other hand he played,

wandered, tugged, tickled, caressed and stroked and

with his sweet soft mouth he did the same. He let me

go and I stayed just as he had placed me. Kisses were

everywhere on my body. I can not even guess how long

he continued. There was no sense of time or place.

He then sat himself over my body and guided my cock

head to his ass. I started to move and was told

quickly, "Lie still!" He took all of me into himself

with one downward move. I screamed in sheer pleasure.

Al fucked me, or himself on me. I learned what

having sex

with a real man was like. Could this be love? I

wondered. We "loved", laughed, ate, loved and then it

was time.

"Want to help me pack?" My face questioned him. "I'm

getting married next weekend, I'm going home." The

girl in the picture I though. With that, he opened

the drawer and sat the picture back up. "This is my

daughter and her mother." I must have looked shocked.

"Come on, don't be so sad. You're not gay and neither

am I." My back stiffened, and I reached for an empty

carton. I had not seen them on the way in. I helped

him; I made a call home; and we spent the rest of that

day and night together. In the morning, he left me at

the corner of my road on his way out of town. I never

saw him again.

I learned that I had to be careful; that I just might

"fall in love."

September arrived and I went back to being "straight."

It was my senior year I had another romance; I cared

about Ellen. She would be a good wife and a wonderful

mother. I thought about a home and a family of my

own.

Thoughts of man-sex stayed out of my mind mostly. Hot

JO sessions in my now private room releived tensions.

Sometime in January, an older friend, in fact a

minister that directed the campus youth group, gave me

a novel to read. We, his wife and I had developed a

friendship over four years and I had been the subject

of his thesis dealing with Pastoral Counciling and

Psychology. I had not been absolutely honest with

Ron. I had shared many details of my life but had only

hinted at gay sex. He was willing to let me avoid

that subject. In it, the "hero" was now a congrssman

but had been a military man. He had had an experience

with gay sex while stationed in Hawaii. The short

version of the plot is that he was recognized on

television by his short-time lover and was being

blackmailed. The congressman committed suicide. I

can remember reaching for the phone, calling Ron,

telling him I neded to see him. From my voice, he

knew that I was upset.

Ron arrived in just minutes. I see it now as if it

were last night. I was sitting in the middle of my

bed, cross-legged and in my underwear. The knock, and

I said come in. With tears in my eyes, I handed him

the book still open to the page where the hero had

done it. "That's me. I don't want to die." was all I

said. He looked at me with only some surprise, and

nodded with understanding.

"It does not have to be." "You're stronger than

that."

We talked for almost two hours. This was an area

where Ron did not feel competent to continue

counciling and I was soon seeing a "professional" off

campus. After ten weeks, paid by insurance, I was

told that I was "probably not gay; that my experiences

were signs of a deeper problem resulting from child

abuse." He continued that gay sex had become a bad

habit and that with effort, I could do without. He

concluded that I would most likely need additional

therapy and that I should not accept either of the out

of the country employment opportunities that I had

been offered. Well, that was all I needed to hear;

"Not gay!" My relationship with Ellen became an

understanding of marriage intent. We took a group

trip to Washington D.C. Ellen and I were passionate

in the back of the bus. Ron, on seeing us so

involved, gave me a big smile and a thumbs up; he

turned in the other direction. Usually this type of

activity brough a frown. About three weeks before

graduation, sex happened and it was not with Ellen.

One night, late, I came out of the shower to find a

dorm mate, Frank vomiting all over himself and the

toilet. He had been drinking. I helped him get into

the shower, and then back to my room. I would watch

him, making sure that he did not swallow his own puke.

Sometime before dawn, I found him in bed with me, his

hand inside my shorts and his hard cock pressed

against my ass. Pretending sleep, I let him play with

me. "Are you still drunk?" I finally asked, holding

his hand still.

It began again.

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One Hot Gay Sex - Gay Sex Stories

2009-02-19T03:46:00.000-08:00

Gay Sex Stores Presents: "One Hot Gay Sex".

A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the hall was a great guy by the name of John. John was a very well liked guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at the complex's course. He had a great knack for making everyone feel comfortable and ready for fun. A party seemed to follow him where ever he went. We became great, close friends--threw many parties for the complex between our suites, golfed, sailed and worked out together. We "doubled" often and Jon always had a great looking date.

I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length of time, but there was never a lack of company for him. I liked him immensely. He was a wild little guy, about 5'6" tall, but very well built and confident. He was also a real practical joker and, if some stunt of his was too much for me, I'd fall back on my college football days and call him a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss him down. It was never easy to get the best of little John physically.

On his thirtieth birthday, I had a surprise party for him. We threw it at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap halloween wigs and gag gifts. The one thing John was sensitive about was his thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got right into the spirit of things and even had us trying them on. But he promised me he'd get me when I least expected it.

Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting day, fixed a sandwich and plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television. Except for the light from the set, my room was dark. After an hour or so, I got pretty lonely and started feeling myself. I was getting aroused, so I rolled over and began grinding my hips into the mattress. The friction of the sheets as I rubbed my swollen cockhead against them and the pressure of my hard-on against the mattress and my stomach felt fabulous. I was luxuriating in the ecstasy of bringing myself off.

Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me up and flinging me off onto the floor. I instantly thought of an earthquake, but the rest of the room was still. I jumped up and looked at the bed. There was that little shit John under the bed, the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at me on his back. he was howling, and I did a quick take on how he must have slipped into my apartment, crawled uder the bed, and waiting for just the right moment to knock me off. Then I realized I was standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard.

Embarassed, I scream "You fucking dummy", and yanked him to his feet. He broke loose and ran for the door. A flying tackly broguht him down and we wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him down. It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked, embarassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned me on. John was still laughing. Because I had gotten so hard as we struggled, I felt self-conscious about letting him up. We lay there chuckling and trying to catch our breaths. I could feel his heavy breathing as his chest heaved against my own. With me hard against him I was sure he would notice in a second that I wasn't just still hot from humping my bed. So I tried to get up, but John saw how rigid I was and started laughing again. I did too. We fell back together, laughing into each other's shoulder about my predicament.

His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs. He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to be getting turned on. A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but I swallowed it in a gulp. My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered in my ear "Got you Ahmed." I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped again. The blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must have been able to hear it. I tried to pull away again and drew my knees up, but that pushed my dick across his growing hard-on, and my stomach muscles began to quiver. It was an electric moment. The John responded--his hands slipped caressingly over my then taut ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him by the back of my thighs. He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard ridge in his pants against me. I felt weak. He kissed my neck and I felt his cock throb against mine. The he rolled me onto my back and my rock hard shaft stood up and plopped against my belly. Cupping my balls in his hand, he gripped the base of my cock in his fist. I looked down as he began to stroke my shaft and squeeze its head.

He rotated his thumb and forefinger firmly around that achingly sensitive ridge at the base of my swollen glans, and my cock pulsed so hard it lifted his hand. I groaned and he started to slip his free hand under the small of my back. I arched to let his arm go around me, and my legs slid wide apart. As he stroked down to the base of my cock, my thighs stiffened with arousal. I hoped he would want to suck me, He rubbed my balls gently and played with the hair between my legs, then I rolled into him and felt the coldness of his belt buckle against the hot tip of my dick. I ached to explode but didn't know what I should do next. Trembling, I reached between us and rubbed John's cock through his pants. It was a wild sensation to feel a friend's hard cock throb against my hand while the moistness of his excitement soaked through the cloth and wet my fingers.

We were both kind of stunned. I think at being aroused like this, but we let the excitement play out. "Let's do this right" he whispered. He took off his shirt, then rolled away and I heard him unbuckle and unzip his pants. He sat up and pulled them off. I watched his bare back muscles flex at the effort. The he lay back and I could see his flat lower abdomen, the dary curly hair at the base of his long, solid cock and the untanned skin of his hips. It was gloriously different to feel him roll naked against me, feel my dick rub against his hot cock, feel my leg slip between his hairy legs and his cool, moist hands cupping my ass and grinding me against him as I pulled him to me. He rubbed his chin through the hair on my chest and nipped the tip of my right nipple between his teeth. A sensational shock ran from there to my groin. I came instantly. In torrents!! I seemed to cum in waves forever, and I continued to throb as he ground his cock to orgasm against mine. When he came, he moaned quietly as if we might get caught by someone.

I told him I needed to clean up and got up and turned on the bathroom light. I pulled the bed together while he got up to wash himself and I began to recover some poise and started to laugh about what had just transpired. "What's so funny?" he asked, and I walked to the bathroom doorway to explain, feeling a little guilty about what we had done. John was wiping his belly with a washcloth, the water dripped down to his groin and glistened in the hair there. He was still hard, and as he wiped I felt that weak feeling again. I watched him rub the cloth over the shaft of his dick. He had a Huge cock for such a little guy.

A tenseness showed in his eyes, and I looked away and stepping into the shower. "Want to do this right too?" I asked. He ducked under the spray with me. I rubbed our cum from my body. he took my soft prick in one hand and stroked his hardness with the other. I began to get hard again watching him stroke us both. The he knelt in the spray and slid my half-hard cock into his mouth. He sucked me until I was as hard as I had been earlier, concentrating his tongue on the tip of my cock, and all around the tip. I stepped out of the spray and pulled John more into it and knelt before him. I explored his body with my mouth. His hard cock pulsed against my chest and neck as I buried my face in the matted wet hair that ran from his belly to his groin. I took the shaft in my hand and put my mouth over the tip. It was warm, wet, tautly smooth and solid. John moaned, still softly, and slid his hands around the back of my neck. I thought he wanted me to suck him deeper and I tried to swallow the whole length of his shaft, I couldn't, so I sucked all around the tip, running my tongue around the firm ridge there as he had done to mine. I could taste a bit of his cum and began to feel hot again. I bobbed my head, sliding his dick into my mouth as far as I could go without gagging. Returning to the tip and then sucking him deeper, I got into it. I sucked and licked him firmly until he began to pump himself to his own special rythm.

He came very hard, staggering against me, and moaning loudly, his prick jerking as his come spilled onto my tongue. I swallowed his warm load and then sucked him until his trembling stopped. John pulled me to my feet, and he whispered "Thanks buddy!" and kissed me deep, sharing the taste of the load he had just given me. John and I repeated that shower scene many times, and slept together whenever mutual lust presented itself. The ironic thing about my experience with John is that it was my first experience with another man. One I will never forget!!

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Craig - Gay Sex Stories

2009-01-28T02:15:00.000-08:00

Gay Sex Stories presents "Craig - Gay Sex Stories".

I am Craig. Any boi would love to get their hands on me, but they won't. I will stay a virgin until Jeff decides to have sex with me. That might be never. He is about as straight as a guy can be. Although he looks like a male model, curly dark hair, slight beard shadow, great shoulders and narrow waist he doesn't even realize that he's hot. Even his toes are outstanding, perfectly straight with three hairs on each one. His smile make you squint your eyes, it's so bright.

Jeff is an all around good guy. He plays baseball for the Uni. But manages to devote time to tutoring at the local adolescent Detention Center.

He likes me! But he never shows any sexual interest. I don't think he has ever looked down past my waist. He's totally uninterested in male equipment, although his is excellent (I don't mind looking.) Naturally it's untrimmed, plenty of hair there but his meat and large hanging balls can be seen through the jungle. Most of his body in hairless, but he has some around each large nipple surround....cute. He also has a trail going down to his essentials.

I'm sure if you asked him, he couldn't describe me, he is just that uninterested in guys. I once mentioned that Brat Pitt was good looking and he said that he never noticed.

Me, I am a get-hit-on blond with blue eyes and thick over the forehead bangs. I'm not as tall as Jeff's six feet, being 5'7 if I stretch my middle section. I'm not model type, but cute. I have to deflect advances from other eager fumbling youths. I am determined to keep my cock for Jeff. Of course he doesn't know that and if he did, he wouldn't get mad or laugh, he's too nice. He'd worry about me. Shit, what do you do with a guy like that?

Jeff hasn't a special girl. He sees three. He gets sex regularly as far as I can see. I can't expect his horniness to propel him toward me.

He's one of those really nice straight boys. The three girls must be dying to get him to pick one of them to be serious with, but he treats them all respectfully and politely, not to say he doesn't kiss them until they spurt. He's an expert lover, enjoys sex, but doesn't crow about his conquests. Why should he? They come too easily.

I have never seen him fuck a girl, but I know he does it in our room. I love the smell when I came in later. His sweet spooge and her perfumed liquid. I've even done some really perverted things after he left with the girl. I've felt the wet spot on the sheet and......I hate to say this, licked the spot.

The reason I have never seen Jeff "in the saddle" is that we have one of those arrangements with the towel on the door. If it's there, I never come in. He told me I could do the same, but the towel will only go up only when I go down.....on Jeff.

Of course I have seen Jeff naked. He's totally at ease with his body. It drives me nuts when he crosses the room, his cock swinging, and the room being perfumed by his cock odor, especially after practice.

Jeff is a sloppy daug. He doesn't mean to be mean, it's just something he does without malice. I guess mom loved him as much as I do and picked up after him. I am like a mother to him and he appreciates it. I pick up his clothes from the floor, sort them, throw those that need it in the laundry basket and wash them along with mine. At least my clothes are having sex with Jeff.

Now this status quo was soon to change. But first let me tell you the two things that brought about the event. One...he got drunk for the first time that I know, and two....he is a really nice and sympathetic kid.

Now here's what happened: I was almost asleep, I was caught in that time between awake and about to fall asleep when the door burst open and Jeff staggered in. "Hi roomie old pal. Glad to see you," he slurred and walked unsteadily to his bed across the room. He leaned down to untie his sneaker and fall headlong on the floor, laughing hysterical.ly I got up and came over to him.

"Here, take hold of my hand, I'll help you up and get you to bed."

"You are so good to me and I don't deserve it."

"Sure you do. You're a bit of a slob, but you're my favorite slob."

"Oh that's so great of you to say nice things to me when I've been a shit
to you."

I had put him in a sitting position on the bed and I took off his sneaks, sweat sox (oh they were damp and sweet smelling, I was getting a little stiff in the cock region) then I leaned over his and told him to lift his arms. He did it like a good little boy. Oh that chest, those pits, I was getting dizzy. "Now for the pants," He lifted his perky ass and off they came. No underwear, tonight might have been a fuck date.

Then I remembered what he had said last, "Why do you think you've been a shit to me?"

He was now lying on his back in the bed, his arms behind his head, the pits wafting strong and delicious. "Because you are gay and I'm not and you got something for me and I can't help you."

I was astounded at this. I never thought he even knew about my private thoughts. Then I heard him blubbering. Of course he was drunk, but it was pitiful to watch. I came close and put my arms around him. "Jeff Please don't cry. I'm fine. You haven't done anything wrong to me."

Suddenly he half sat up. "Craig, I'll never be as drunk as this again.
I'm going to really be a friend and a roomie, but if you take me up on my
offer I'll be moving out and we won't be friends anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"Because I love you pal, I'm going to let you have your way with me. Here
I'll keep me hands behind my back and my eyes closed and you can just do
it."

He took that position. He looked so cute, so vulnerable. Should I risk
our friendship? Is it worth sucking off your four month sex dream boy? Do
this just for a chance to taste his cock? Hell yes!

I took my hand, pointed my index finger and ran it the length of the top of
his flaccid cock This boy was not only not hard, he was as soft as a wet
sponge. I wrapped my hand around this substantial meat and lifted it. It
sat soft and warm in my hand, but no stir of blood in its vessels. Shit,
this guy really is straight. I looked at his face, it was serene and
almost sleepy. Hell what a lover am I. Finally I took the tube and began
a very slow wank. Twice as I came up toward the head I swiped my thumb
over the area of the piss slit. For the first time I noticed a change.
His foreskin was slightly retracted and his shiny pink head was more
exposed. I figured I was doing the right thing. I continued. Now I could
see two changes, one his cover was now completely retracted, second, his
ball sac had thickened and was less loose. Again I looked at his face. It
was a little less serene and his pretty mouth was slightly open for more
oxygen I hoped.

No use delaying. I was in for the ride. I leaned down and breathed on his
cock, you now, short hah, hah's. Now that made some effect. His cock did
not lengthen, I guess he was a lifter rather than a grower, but it
definitely lifted slightly. It was now or never. I opened my mouth into
an "O" and took the head in. It had a lovely sweet taste from the slight
froth on it. I could see that he pulled his stomach in, unconsciously
giving me more space and I took it. My hair was on his belly, his cock was
halfway into my mouth. I was salivating like a racehorse. It must felt
good to him because his cock stiffened even more and lifted off his belly.
I began a slow, soft, rhythm, up and down. I noticed that Jeff slightly
lifted his hips when I let his cock move out of my mouth. He wanted it to
be in the hot wet cave. I know he didn't even know what he was doing. He
would have been appalled if he realized that he was cooperating. He would
think he was gay.

No time now for further niceties. I had finished the appetizer, now for
the main course. I allowed his soaked, hot cock to slide down my throat.
Once it was lodged there I swallowed rapidly. His lower body was now
thrusting, maybe an inch or two. This was fucking my mouth, but he'd never
believe it.

Up to now Jeff hadn't uttered a sound. While he was breathing regularly,
it wasn't nosy, certainly not a pant. I wished I could get a reaction. I
know his mind was busy with the sensations I was producing and his own
rejection of the pleasure he was receiving. I figured this was the time to
get a little experimental. I continued the regularly up and down, but with
my finger I traced the outline of his balls that were slowly climbing up to
settle on the lower part of his cock shaft. His sac was gone, it had been
absorbed into his lower shaft. This meant he was getting very close. I
increased the stroking of his balls, now for the first time he vocally
reacted. No big thing, just a soft "uh". But I loved it as much as if he
had shouted out my name in passion.

His hips betrayed impatience. The boy no longer realized that I t was his
roommate, me, Craig with the horrorible fact that he was having gay sex
performed on him. No, the straight boy he was, he just wanted his cum.
His thrusting became more urgent, his mouth was now slack and more open and
some spittle was on his lips. His color had heightened to a cherry red and
there was a splash across his muscular chest.

Then he did crow. That sound almost made me cum myself. It was a long big
bird sound. Suddenly his cock seemed to get longer and harder and then he
spewed, jock, straight, college boy spunk. Thick streams of it hit the
roof of my mouth. I moved out slightly to taste it. It was strangely
sweet and salty at the same time. He kept thrusting and delivering his
essence and I swallowed like a hungry bird. Finally he stopped. I came
off his cock. He lay there a moment, pulling himself together. His eyes
were still closed. I know he didn't want to see a male there who had just
gotten him off. Suddenly he pushed hard at my shoulder. "Get the fuck off
me," he said in a really hateful voice. I said nothing. I just went over
to my bed and gradually tried to sleep.

A few moments later I heard the familiar even deep breathing as straight
boy had his after cum tumble into oblivion. I was not upset at his rough
dismissal of me. I felt that he had had a great cum and a passionate time.
No guy can forget that. I was sure he'd be back for more.

I had three classes back to back the next day. Jeff was sleeping with the
sheet over his face. I dressed quietly and headed out. When I got back I
was shocked to see that even item of Jeff's was gone. He was true to his
word. No more friend or roommate.

Naturally we were both still at the same small college and we passed each
other in the hall or on the quad, but he always averted his eyes.

Looking back I wonder if I was wrong in taking him up on his offer. I just
don't know.

Gay Sex Stories - College Life

2009-01-06T03:23:00.000-08:00

Gay Sex Stories presents "College Life - Hot Gay Sex".

When we talked about whom Ryan had invited, the list included ten guys he played ball with on a fairly regular basis. We decided to add a few people to the list and ended with fifteen of the guys we normally played sports with or who were in classes. They were all people we thought were out friends. With their dates we had thirty people coming to our party. We decided that cooking burgers and hot dogs with plenty of chips and some basic salads along with lots of beer would be plenty. Since neither of us was of legal age yet we enlisted a friend, Ben, who was 21 to get the beer. When Ben and Ryan came back from the store they carted in seven cases of beer. They were laughing and carrying on like they always had. The three of us talked like we always had in the past. Ryan's revelation didn't seem to make any difference to Ben. I was hoping all of the guys would handle the news as well.

Saturday morning found both Ryan and I in the kitchen preparing for the party. Ryan was more helpful than usual with the salads. By the time our first guests arrived we were ready to relax and enjoy the party. We had a huge tub on the patio filled with ice and beer so it was the first place everyone went. All but one of those invited brought a friend or a date. The one who came alone had recently been trough a bad breakup so that was understandable. In all it was a great afternoon. By the time the sun was going down most of our guests began to leave. A few still hung around drinking more and still in the party mood. We ended up with two guys who were too drunk to drive so Ryan gave them rides back to their places. While he was doing that I took the time to clean up a majority of the mess. It occurred to me as I cleaned up that Ryan really hadn't been drunk since before we went to the cabin. We had a glass of wine here and there or a

beer on a hot day, but he never did drink to excess anymore. I was really proud of him for the strength it probably took to overcome that. Even today with plenty to drink here and several of the guys drinking a lot more than they should have, Ryan seemed content to be sober.

The start of our second year came sooner than we really wanted, but I think

we were both ready to get started none the less. Having our home off campus

seemed to cause both of us to spend more time on campus each day. We

managed to have lunch together each day, but were now starting to get more

into our major fields so we were spending time in different areas. Ryan had

decided that he really was interested in law and criminal justice while I

had discovered a strong interest in business management -- the result of

spending my summer working in an office setting. I considered myself still

searching because my original plan was to major in English Lit, and I was

still very drawn to that area of study.

Our evenings were spent studying together. The third bedroom was turned

into our 'office' with our computers and research books. As school

progressed we seemed to spend more time in our 'office' than in the

bedroom, but we soon found that we could have sex in the office just as

easily as in the bedroom. We kept our weekends for our time

together. Whatever plans we made for that time always included the

other. We didn't shut ourselves off from the rest of the world, but we did

do things together. We both played ball together with old friends from our

dorm and the guys left from Ryan's hometown. We started golfing together

with a group of guys Ryan met in the Criminal Justice Department. We

weren't doing the conditioning course this quarter, but we decided to spend

two hours three afternoons playing tennis or swimming.

We watched several of our friends date and enter into relationships that

for whatever reason didn't last. Ryan and I always seemed to grow stronger

and closer. Having so much time together during the summer helped I

suppose, but we seemed to make the best use of the time we had together. We

often discussed those breakups we knew about and considered how hard it was

for even straight guys to maintain relationships with all the pressure and

stress of school. We were both thankful that we seemed to have a more solid

foundation than most of the guys we knew. I don't think either of us ever

really considered that gay men have it much more difficult than straight

men. It wasn't our experience at the time. We had somehow found each other

and were committed to making our relationship work and last. As we got

closer to the end of the quarter and the holiday break, Ryan and I started

talking about the fact that we really didn't know any other gay couples or

even any other gay men for that matter. We didn't advertise the fact that

we were gay. I suppose we had a different mindset. To both of us we were

men who happened to be in love with each other. Neither of us advertised

our sexuality nor put it openly on display. While there were times when I

know we both would have enjoyed being able to hold hands as we walked

across campus or kissed as we parted to go in our own directions, both of

us were aware that it wasn't appropriate. We made certain to take care of

the kissing at home when we headed off to classes and always kissed and

held each other when we arrived home. We also had some of those days when

one or the other felt the need for more closeness than usual. When those

days happened we just seemed to sit closer or hold hands more or kiss each

other more. I guess what I'm trying to say is that we adapted to the

circumstances without really thinking about any of it. Sure, we did relish

those times when we could hold hands in public -- like at a darkened movie

theater or on a hike in the wooded area surrounding town. I don't think

either of us felt less loved because we didn't have those public displays

of affection. While we both came from affectionate families, neither of us

felt like we weren't being honest or true to each other or ourselves. We

did hug close friends when appropriate, but we weren't the type that hugged

for no reason or for insignificant reasons.

We decided that we wanted to find other gay couples or other gay men. I

don't know that either of us knew what we hoped to find aside from

companionship with others who shared our lifestyle. Over the holidays we

looked around town for places we'd heard about. Most of those were bars

that we weren't old enough to get into. The rest were bookstores or sex

shops that totally grossed us out within a short time of our first visit.

We did attend the first meeting of a gay group on campus once winter

quarter began. The meeting lasted two hours one evening. On the walk back

home we were stunned by what we had encountered at the meeting. Many of the

men who introduced themselves were far too touchy- feely for either of us

and made us uncomfortable right at the start. Many were what we both

considered to by the stereotypical gay man with excessive arm and hand

movements, a swishing walk, loud catty talk, and glares that were focused

on assessing one's sexual potential rather than the person as a complete

package. I particularly hated those looks that started at the top of my

head and traveled to my feet with a lengthy pause at my groin area. It made

me feel very uncomfortable -- like I was being undressed in front of

strangers. The topics covered during that session had to do with a dance

that was planned for Valentine's Day and the committee working on that,

action being taken on the part of a group of gay men who believed they were

discriminated against at the college clinic, and several petty complaints

and demands from the audience. At the social hour part of the meeting Ryan

and I did meet three guys who seemed as uncomfortable as we felt. We

exchanged names and talked more about school and our majors than about

anything even remotely considered to be gay.

Three or four days after that meeting I ran into one of the guys we'd

actually talked with after the meeting. I couldn't remember his name, but

he remembered me. We re-introduced ourselves. His name was Randy. We

talked as we walked towards the Student Center where I was meeting Ryan for

lunch. Since he had followed me this far I invited him to join us for

lunch. The conversation was light and very pleasant. Randy seemed like a

decent guy to both of us so we did exchange phone numbers.

Randy called one Saturday just before Ryan and I left for the campus

pool. We invited him to join us, and he did. Ryan and I used our times at

the pool for exercise so we really did concentrate on laps. Randy wasn't a

skilled swimmer, but he seemed to enjoy splashing around in the water while

we completed our workout.

The three of us went to a small deli off campus for lunch. When we finished

eating and most of the small talk seemed to end, Randy made no move to

leave. It felt like we had this lost puppy that certainly would follow us

home because we fed him. I think we both felt bad about just leaving Randy

at the deli so Ryan invited him to our house for the afternoon. My first

thought when I heard his invitation was that we'd never get rid of him if

we brought him home, but I learned to roll along with Ryan so we all walked

back to our place.

Once inside our home Ryan and I kissed out of habit and a desire for

personal closeness. Ryan and I sat close on the sofa while Randy took a

chair. Randy seemed to be more comfortable now that we were here. He

started talking...

"So you two are a couple then?" "Yes." "How long have you been together?"

"We were roommates last year and discovered that we loved each other over

Spring Break last year." "So you knew each other before you came here?"

"No. We met when we both moved into the dorm." "And you both were gay?

What are the odds of that happening?"

We both laughed a little then related an abbreviated version of our story

to Randy. After we'd brought him up to date with the basics of our

relationship he asked,

"So you really do love each other?" "Yes we do. We are committed to each

other." "Is the sex good? I mean is it better since you are in love with

each other?" "Neither of us had sex before we got together over Spring

Break." "What about you Randy? Are you dating someone?" "I've managed to

get picked up at the gay bars a couple of times, but I'm not dating

anyone. I haven't really dated anyone actually. I've mostly just gone home

with some guys for sex and that is about it." "Is the sex good?" Ryan

asked (and I elbowed him in the ribs after his question) "It is just

sex. It feels good at the time, but there really doesn't seem to be much

emotion involved in it. It's better than masturbating most of the time."

"Do you go to the gay group meetings regularly?" "The one I met you two at

was the second one I've been to. I went mostly to see if I could meet

someone on campus. I was hoping to find someone to date maybe. I don't

think I have that 'gaydar' thing that I've heard about. I can't really tell

who is gay and who isn't. Like if I'd met either or both of you outside of

that meeting I would never have guessed you were gay. I was just hoping

that I could find someone appealing to me is all."

We continued to discuss places to meet gay men. Ryan and I realized that we

really didn't know of any place because we'd gone to the meeting for

similar reasons to Randy. Granted neither of us was looking for sex, but we

were looking to make friends.

As Randy was getting ready to leave, we told him we'd stay in touch and

hopefully get together again and maybe even meet at the next group

meeting. Randy seemed happy with that as he left for the walk back to his

dorm. I kissed Ryan as we closed the door and sarcastically thanked him for

making us go to the next gay group meeting. I couldn't be mad at him -- at

least not for more than a second or two. One kiss led to more until we

finally decided to take it to the comfort of the bed.

As winter ended and spring began, Ryan received an invitation from one of

the more popular and prestigious fraternities to meet with them and discuss

membership in the fraternity. As we read his letter I recalled that Ryan

had mentioned pledging the frat during the first quarter we lived together,

but I'd never asked the outcome. It turned out that he didn't pledge

because he was too wrapped up thinking about me. We laughed at that as I

encouraged him to RSVP the invitation. He told me he wasn't interested in

joining unless I was going to join too. I tried to explain that we didn't

have to do everything together and that this was something he really

wanted. I was less concerned about joining a fraternity. I knew the

benefits that one could reap from membership, but the dues and fees even

the least popular frats required of members were still way beyond my modest

means. We left that discussion with Ryan agreeing to call and decline if he

really wasn't interested, but if he even had a slight interest then he

should just go see what it was all about.

Ryan did meet with the leadership of the fraternity one afternoon. He

didn't say too much about the meeting aside from minor details telling me

about some of the members. I was very impressed by his list of men who were

part of the fraternity -- several very prominent men in society -- from

judges to politicians to doctors to corporate heads. The list seemed

endless. He didn't seem to want to say more so I dropped it. I was quite

surprised the next week when we both received letters from the frat. Both

manila envelopes looked the same so I assumed both contained the same

information. I opened the one addressed to me. The letter was a 'Welcome to

the Fraternity' letter. As I read the letter I saw that I was

invited/commanded to join members at a formal ceremony three weeks hence

where all of the pledges would be formally inducted into the

fraternity. The letter went on to list several prominent members who would

be attending and speaking at the ceremony. I was fumbling through the many

pages when Ryan walked in the door.

I'm certain he knew when he said it that his "Oh good, you got the letter"

comment would need a lot more of an explanation than that. He hung up his

jacket and got two bottles of juice from the fridge then sat next to me on

the sofa. I asked,

"Ryan, what is this all about?" "Give me your hand. Ok. Well you know I

went to the meeting with the guys at the fraternity. It sounded like a

really great deal, but I told them we were a package and that I wouldn't

join if you weren't going to join too." "Ryan, somehow that just doesn't

seem like the whole story." "Oh geez Jake... not the whole story." He

chuckled as he took a drink of his juice. He took a deep breath then

started... "Ok the whole story this time. Well, you might guess that my high

school grades weren't good enough to get me into this school without some

help. My dad and grandfather and several uncles and aunts on both sides of

my family have gone to this school. I knew I was going to this school

before I even knew what college was. Most of the men in my family also

belonged to this fraternity. My dad and my grandfather are still pretty

involved in it actually. In fact my grandfather donated a huge chunk of

money to build the frat house here. I'm a legacy and that means that I'm

pretty much guaranteed membership because of my dad and granddad. Since you

are his son too by marriage well you are also a legacy so you are

guaranteed membership too. I suppose it also helps that my grandfather

probably put some pressure on the board to allow us both to become

members. I told the guy I talked to that we were a couple. He didn't seem

to be shocked by the news so I guess he'd already heard that. He told me

that there were some other members who were gay, but that it was never

advertised or mentioned. I thought about what the guy said then talked with

my dad. I decided that the benefits of membership could help both of us in

the future with connections in the world of business or politics or

whatever we decide to do when we finish school. We don't have to change our

lifestyle. We are still in love with each other, and we will still be a

couple, and I don't think anything will change. Oh and we don't have to go

through any of that hazing crap or attend weekly meetings unless we want

to. There are some major events that we will have to attend, but he told me

that there isn't usually more than one per quarter unless we decide to run

for one of the fraternity offices. I think that is the whole story. Oh

wait... we do have an appointment at this men's store in town on Saturday to

get fitted for tuxes. I don't know if you noticed or not but it is a formal

affair and neither of us has a tux."

I didn't say anything as I let it all digest. My Ryan was rolling along,

and I knew that I would be rolling along with him. It really never occurred

to me that I wouldn't. I was pleased with the opportunity really. This was

one I would never get without him, and I was grateful.

"Wanna go check out the frat house?" Ryan asked. "You can get an idea of

what the place is like and see a picture of my -- I mean -- our

grandfather. Actually it is more like a shrine to my grandfather than just

his picture. He will be at the ceremony so you will get to meet him

then. Oh, remind me to tell you about him before you meet him."

Ryan's grandfather wasn't thrilled about Ryan's choice of a life partner. I

learned that he was actually more than a little upset with the living

situation. I guess he was also a lot more upset because Ryan hadn't pledged

the fraternity as his grandfather had expected. His grandfather was very

accustomed to getting his way in all things. I was expecting a

confrontation the night of the fraternity ceremony, but he was extremely

cordial. It was a fantastic night of meeting famous men and really feeling

like part of a brotherhood that I hadn't anticipated or expected. The

rituals were steeped in traditions dating back many decades. In all, it was

awe inspiring and motivational and even spiritual. As the celebration began

to wind down, Ryan and I began to thank his many family members present,

telling them that we appreciated their support and to wish them a good

evening. When we found his grandfather, we both thanked him for the

opportunity he had given us. While still cordial he invited -- no really he

insisted -- that we come to New York the following weekend to visit him so

we could talk. He told us to arrive for lunch on Saturday and that we would

be staying through Sunday..

I'm not sure which of us was dreading the trip to New York more as we

started the drive. We had been more than a little subdued all week. On the

drive Ryan filled me in more about his grandfather -- though he kept

calling him 'our' grandfather. We drove to a huge high rise where 'our'

grandfather lived. The car was valet parked for us after the doorman

removed our bags from the car. I was already in awe of the

experience. Entering the lobby didn't help to quell my feelings of being in

a world I really wasn't prepared to enter. The ride in the elevator only

increased my apprehension. I could feel my palms sweat and my body heat

rise the closer we got to the top floors. The elevator opened to a

beautiful foyer. As we approached the door, it was opened to a perfectly

dressed servant who greeted us. We were escorted to the library as our bags

were taken from us by yet another servant. While sitting in the library

another servant brought a silver tray with a sliver coffee pot and silver

containers for sugar and cream. The tray contained perfectly decorated

pastries beautifully arranged on a serving plate. Our coffee was poured and

pastries were presented. I felt like I was in some movie or fantasy. None

of this could possibly be real. Already I'd counted four different servants

and we'd just come through the door. It didn't seem so much pretentious as

it just felt like wealth and power. This wasn't a show of conspicuous

consumption as much as it really seemed a way of life that I had never

considered existed in the world. I had to set my coffee cup and saucer back

on the tray because my hands began to shake. I was nervous. Ryan looked

nervous too, but he was trying to show a calm face to keep me calm I'm

sure. Had I been able to muster rational thought I know I would have run

toward the elevator in an attempt to escape.

We didn't wait too long for 'our' grandfather to greet us in the library. A

servant followed him in and poured his coffee while he greeted us. He

sat. He was offered a pastry. He waved his hand to dismiss the offered

item. He dismissed the servant. He wasn't at all unkind as he did these

things. He just did them much like one would do anything else at home. It

all seemed so natural for him to do these things, but yet it all seemed so

surreal to me. Our first session was a very relaxed and positive

time. Granddad was pleasant -- even funny as he inquired about our drive

and relived some memories of his time at school and as part of the

fraternity. After an hour or so of casual chat we were shown to our room so

we could get ready for lunch. We had about 45 minutes until lunch would be

served. As we closed the door to the room both of us let out a huge sigh --

like some weight had been lifted or some critical test passed.

We were expected to dress up some for lunch so we changed clothes to

prepare for round two with Granddad. We had several minutes before we were

expected in the dining room so Ryan took me on a short tour of this home. I

marveled at the art. As best I could tell all of the paintings and

sculptures we encountered were real. These weren't obscure works either but

paintings by famous artists. It didn't seem possible they could be locked

away in some home for the benefit of so few. Ryan told me that the

collection was often on display at different museums around the world. Some

how it all seemed to make sense in a very strange way. As we approached the

dining room I began to feel more like I was entering the execution chamber.

Ryan did his best to calm my nerves, but that wasn't going to happen

easily. More than my execution I was worried that I would embarrass Ryan

and myself by not using the right fork or spoon or making some other social

blunder that would be just another reason the dislike me.

Lunch was pleasant. It is impossible for me to describe that first visit

without constantly saying that I was in awe, but I felt like my mouth was

gaping open in wonder and amazement the whole time I was there. The food

that was presented looked more like something for a magazine picture than

for consumption. It was unusual, attractive, delicious and amazing. We had

wine with lunch and Granddad announced that we'd have port and coffee in

the sitting room. The service was extremely attentive -- items were removed

quickly and quietly and the table looked like it was ready for lunch to be

served again when our chairs were pulled back for us to stand from the

table.

Granddad escorted us to a sitting room that overlooked Central Park. The

view was amazing. There is that word again. Coffee was poured for each of

us along with glasses of Port. I had heard of this, but never tasted

it. Ryan whispered that it was like drinking really sweet wine. We sat --

each in our own chair around a center table -- too low to be a typical

dining table and too high to be a traditional coffee table. As we got

comfortable I could begin to feel the noose tighten around my neck. Ryan's

grandfather wasn't cruel or mean or angry as he began to talk. I guess more

than anything he wanted to know that Ryan knew what he was doing. He

discussed many of the problems we might encounter throughout the rest of

school and our lives -- some of it in the form of lost opportunities or

closed doors, some direct discrimination, some slander and name calling,

some about invasion of our privacy and news of our relationship fodder for

gossip columns and tabloids.

We hadn't really considered much of what he discussed with us. I suppose I

didn't realize the impact of our choice in the broader scope of the world

'out there'. We were somewhat isolated and insulated on campus. No one

seemed to go out of his or her way to shun us or to be mean or cruel to

either one of us. Certainly some people dropped out of our group of

friends, but we knew that could happen. My family was from a small

town. Most people hadn't heard of the town let alone my family. I had never

stopped to consider the impact to all of Ryan's family if this news became

public knowledge. Ryan's parents, grandfather, and uncle all seemed so

strong and sure of themselves when I'd met them. I couldn't picture

anything piercing their armor, but I didn't know all of the family. I had

never considered the impact on his younger sister should one of the

tabloids have his picture plastered on it's pages. I honestly never

considered the impact on my brothers and sisters. While the older ones knew

about Ryan and me, I didn't imagine any of them were telling their friends

or people in the community. They were also more insulated from all of this

because they were near the middle of the country -- many miles from where I

was now living. Tabloids did reach the markets back home, and many of the

locals were avid fans of those gossip rags. It never occurred to me that

our picture could end up on one of them at any time. We weren't famous. We

weren't having alien children. Ryan's family was a bit famous and they

certainly were rich. It didn't occur to me that that alone would cause us

to be a target for their comments or interest.

And then as I knew it would, the conversation turned to money. Ryan and his

family had it and I did not. His questions weren't accusations that I was

after the money. He was much too subtle for that, but it was obvious that

he was concerned and wanted to know if I was after the money. After about

the fourth attempt to get to that information, I felt that I couldn't take

it any more. I took a deep breath and stood. I walked to the window as I

started to talk.

"Sir, I mean no disrespect as I try to answer your questions regarding your

grandson's money and his family's money. Though I would like to think I

would be different if the case was reversed, I don't know how I would

respond. Because I believe your questions are the result of the love you

have for your grandson and his well-being I am going to do my best to

answer your questions directly and honestly rather than doing what my head

tells me I should do which is to just get up and walk out the door. I feel

like I am being accused of being after his money. No one has directly come

out and asked that question, but the inference is that I wouldn't be with

Ryan if there weren't some pay off for me at some point. I greatly resent

that insult because nothing could be further from the truth. I don't come

from a wealthy family, but I do believe that I was raised well. I have a

very strong value system that I believe Ryan and I share. I also have

personal integrity and strength of character. While money is a wonderful

thing to have I believe that without integrity and strong values, money

alone will never offer any comfort or support or happiness. When I first

met Ryan I knew he had more money than I did. I expect 99% of the men and

women on that campus had more money than I did. I didn't care that he had

more. I liked him that first day because of the man he was and still is

today. Money didn't make him that way. The love and care of his immediate

and extended family made him that way. I never asked if Ryan came from a

rich family because it didn't really matter to me. It never occurred to me

that he was more than from an upper middle class background. Sure he did

some nice things for me -- like this watch he gave me for our first

Christmas. I didn't like him because he gave me the watch. In fact I tried

to give it back because I knew it wasn't a cheap watch to begin with, but

Ryan wouldn't have that. I gave Ryan a scarf that first Christmas. It

wasn't the most expensive thing he got for Christmas that year. If anything

it was likely the least expensive gift he got. The price of the gift had

nothing to do with the feelings behind giving it to him. When we first

talked about moving out of the dorm we talked about the idea as a place to

find privacy. We needed that privacy because your grandson tends to be

rather vocal when he is excited. I'm at school on a scholarship. I knew

what I had as room and board allowance. I knew what I had in the bank. I

also knew how much more I would need to be able to split the cost of living

off campus with Ryan. We could have afforded one of the dumpier apartments

not too far from campus. I know we would have been happy there -- as happy

as we are in the house we live in. It isn't the house and all the furniture

that makes me happy. It is the fact that Ryan is there that makes me

happy. Ryan bought a house for us to live in. It was more than I expected

or wanted when he told me that I was half owner of the house. He told me he

had a legal document drawn up that gives me half of the house if I leave

him. I haven't seen that document, and I can't ever imagine needing to see

it because I just can't picture any situation that would cause me to want

to leave him. Does Ryan spend his money on me? I guess you already know

that he does. If I let him grocery shop alone he always brings back things

that I wouldn't buy because I tend to watch the cost of things and buy sale

and coupon things. Sure we eat thicker steaks when he shops, but we don't

eat worse just because I pinch pennies. Yes he has twice tried to get me to

pick out a car. I don't want him to buy me a car. When I can afford one I

will get one. I am happy to walk most of the places I need to go. If I

can't walk there easily, the city has public transportation. Ryan does

trick me from time to time. Joining the fraternity was one of those little

tricks. I thought we were renting the tux and shoes, but Ryan bought all of

those things and a few more while we were at the store. He goes out of his

way to hide those bills from me. I still don't know the cost of joining the

fraternity. I know there are dues and fees, but I think he made sure they

didn't come to me. I suspect he paid for everything for both of us. I'm

glad for the opportunities the frat offers us, but I know I would have

survived without being a member. The frat is one of those perks I would

have passed on because of the cost. Ryan doesn't pass on those things and

he shouldn't. I never gave him the idea or impression that he couldn't join

without me. I am lucky that he includes me and grateful that he is so kind

and generous. Will he spend more money on me? I'm sure that he will from

time to time. I have never asked him to spend even one penny of his money

on me. I don't believe love is measured by how much money is spent. My

inexpensive Christmas gift to Ryan came with as much love has his more

expensive one to me. Now I'm not sure why some people find it so hard to

believe that I really do love Ryan with all of my heart. To me it seems a

no brainer. He is just loveable. I can't imagine my life without him. I

hope and pray that we will be together forever. I know we face obstacles in

life. Everyone does on some level or another. We may find more because we

have decided to be together as a couple. Some of those you mentioned had

honestly not occurred to me before. And yes, some of them scare me more

than others because they affect the people we love. I do know that with

Ryan by my side I feel like I can conquer any challenge and I hope I

instill in him with the same feelings of strength and courage. Together we

can do great things. I believe that. I do thank God everyday that Ryan is

in my life. It never was about the money, and it never will be about the

money. It is all about love."

I had been facing his grandfather as I finished my speech. I wasn't in the

mood to talk more or to answer any questions. I could feel the tears in my

eyes, but I was determined to not let them fall. I hated having to justify

my love and defend my character. It seemed so unfair that anyone could even

consider that I just wanted the money. I was still telling myself that they

were justified in asking, but it didn't make it easier to swallow.

Ryan came over and hugged me. As he did I said,

"Sir, would you mind if I was excused for a short while. I really need to

get some air."

Ryan told his granddad he was going with me to take a tour of the park. It

was cold outside, but I needed to walk for a bit just to clear my head as

well as to let the damn break. I knew the tears would fall as soon as I was

out of that building. I felt falsely accused of a crime that I hadn't

committed and had no plan to commit. As Ryan and I walked I explained my

feelings. He knew what I was going through I think so it made it easier. He

also tried to make me laugh to ease the tension. That worked. His smile and

constant poking and tickling eased my feelings of inadequacy and helped me

put the conversation of the afternoon out of my mind. We stopped at a

coffee shop before heading back. I told Ryan that I wanted to rest for a

bit before we had dinner and another confrontation with granddad. Ryan

laughed and told me he'd make sure there wasn't another confrontation. I

lay down on the bed. Ryan went down to talk with his granddad.

Dinner was peaceful -- no fireworks. I guess I was adjusting to life among

the rich and famous because dinner was more relaxed. His granddad talked a

lot about his college experiences and some of the wild things he did when a

young man. He also shared some of Ryan's father's escapades from his

college days. In all, the mood was light and happy. Granddad had made

arrangement to take us to a Broadway play -- another first for me. When we

arrived in the lobby a limo was waiting out front -- one more first. The

play was great. It was a comedy, which continued the light feelings we all

had during dinner. When we arrived back at the penthouse we had a brandy

and went off to bed. While getting ready for bed Ryan said,

"I can't believe you told my granddad that I get loud when I get excited."

"Well it is true you know." "It may be true, but you didn't have to tell

him that." Ryan snickered. "Get in bed... I want to make you excited. Got

lube? "It's in my bag. Never leave home without it!" Ryan laughed. "Ryan

you are just a little twisted -- bringing lube to grandpa's house..." I

laughed.

Ryan took a running leap from across the room and flopped onto the bed. I

turned out the lights and made up my mind to make him more excited than

he'd ever been. Ryan was ready, but then he was always ready. I started

with kisses all over his face and neck while I pinned his arms to the bed

above his head. I nibbled his earlobes and traced with my tongue along his

jaw and down his chin over his Adam's apple to the area right below. He

knew were I was headed from past experience and was moaning in

anticipation. This was so much fun. I traced up to his other earlobe and

nibbled there. He was starting to wriggle around on the bed. I was sitting

over his waist so decided to rub our penises together as I continued to

nibble and whisper in his ear. Ryan would get so excited when I would tell

him how much I wanted to ravage his body. I think he liked hearing about it

as much as he liked me doing it. He was bucking his hips up towards me now

trying to increase the friction on his penis. He wanted to get off, but I

wasn't ready to let that happen yet. I slid down his body slightly and put

my ankles over his thighs to trap them to the bed. He couldn't buck as much

now. I brought his arms down some but still kept them pinned to the bed. I

dove down and nipped at his left nipple and the right. I continued to lick

and suck and nip at each one in random order causing Ryan to arch his back

to get more attention. He was getting louder -- moaning and growling. He

was starting to plead for what he really wanted. This was the part I

enjoyed. I don't think there is anything in the world more erotic than the

one you love pleading to have you inside them. Hearing the need and the

urgency and the lust is the ultimate turn on. Excited as I was though, I

wasn't ready for that just yet. I changed my position on the bed. I moved

to a 69 position pinning Ryan's arms with my shins. I kept my penis just

out of reach of his mouth as I pulled his legs behind my arms and began to

rim him. Now he was getting vocal. He was begging to be fucked. He was

demanding my penis. It was wonderfully exciting that I could bring him to

this level.

I was getting close myself and was ready to give in to his demands. I moved

between his legs. Ryan pulled his knees toward his chest. I lubed us both

and guided my penis easily inside. I'm not sure what caused me to do this,

but for some reason it fascinated me watching the head of my penis

disappear inside then. I pushed in and pulled all the way out. I pushed in

a little more then pulled all the way out. I kept this up each time giving

him a little more, and each time pulling all of the way out. Ryan was

thrashing around on the bed like a crazed man. He was thrusting his hips

to get more of me inside him and trying to grab a hold of me to pull me

back in as I started to with draw. Ryan got cruder in his demands and

babblings.

"Come on Jake fuck my ass! Oh yea Jake, fuck me! Ram that big dick up my

ass! You know you want my ass Jake. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I'm cumming

Jake. Oh gawd... fuck... harder Jake... ahhh... ahhh... ohhh...

yesss..... Goddamn! Fuck.. Fuck.. FUCK!!"

I came with him. It was an intense sexual experience. We held each other as

the sensations washed over us like a tidal wave at first and then slowing

to the point where you can feel your whole face smiling with the ultimate

pleasure and happiness of love. Ryan rolled us over so we were in our

typical sleeping position. I was asleep before he pulled the covers over

us. When I awoke in the morning I felt like I still had that totally

satisfied smile on my face. We showered together and went downstairs to

find food.

Granddad was in the library with coffee and cups for us. We sat on the sofa

and had coffee with him.

"Good morning boys! I trust you slept well last night. I hope the room was

comfortable for you both." "It was great granddad. I slept like a baby."

Ryan replied. "Well Jake I do see what you mean about my grandson being a

bit loud when he is excited. I'm surprised you didn't have to buy up the

whole block, Ryan." "Oh geez... you really didn't hear us last night did

you? I thought this place was like a tomb. I can't believe you heard

us. This is really embarrassing." Ryan grimaced. "Well actually Ryan I

didn't hear a peep out of Jake, but you on the other hand..."

Ryan was the darkest shade of red I have ever seen him.

"I think I should excuse myself and find a place to hide. I can't believe

you actually heard anything. What exactly did you hear? I mean could you

make out words or did you just hear noises? Oh God, I don't even know if I

want to know that." Ryan said.

His granddad laughed at him and his obvious feelings of awkwardness at

hearing the news that the penthouse wasn't completely sound proof. An older

servant came into the library to see if we were ready for breakfast. Ryan

evidently knew this man because they exchanged personal greetings. I was

introduced to Patrick. He was the caretaker of the house. As he poured each

of us another cup of coffee he said to Ryan as he refilled his cup,

"I suspect you must be starved this morning after that intense workout you

had last evening. I've made sure to prepare double the usual amount of food

to replenish your energy young sir." "Don't even tell me you heard us

too." Ryan inquired. "Well, only you sir, but not to worry I don't think

any of it was heard in the lobby." "Look... none of this is my fault. Jake

does things to me that make me loud. I didn't realize I was even that

loud. You really should be blaming Jake for making me talk when all I

wanted to do was sleep." "Ryan that is a good one." His granddad

laughed. "From what I heard you were giving instructions and making demands

of poor Jake here that I'm sure he tried his best to deliver."

Now we both were blushing. Everyone had a good laugh as we followed Patrick

to the dining room. A buffet brunch was set out for us. There was indeed

twice as much food as any three people could consume, but we were hungry

and made a sizeable dent in the buffet. As we were finished eating we were

informed that Ryan's parents were coming for an early Sunday dinner. I was

kind of hoping to leave for home before too long so granddad didn't have a

chance to start questioning my motives again, but dinner with the family

put a stop to that. We lazed around with his granddad for a while after

brunch then decided to take a walk around the area.

When we got back Ryan's parents and sister and his uncle were all there.

We exchanged hugs all around then settled in one of the sitting rooms

talking and catching up on news and family events. Ryan's granddad had a

playful side I really hadn't seen until now. He so enjoyed making little

comments about Ryan and his bedtime antics without really saying anything

to give it all away. Some of the comments were...

"Really learned a few things about my grandson last night." "Your son

really knows what he wants and isn't afraid to ask for it." "He got quite

a set of pipes on him." "He certainly can be demanding when he wants

something." "He knows what he wants and goes for it."

Every comment made Ryan blush. I believe everyone else knew there was

something behind the comments, but granddad wouldn't say anymore than

that. IT was nice having Ryan in the hot seat instead of me, but I suspect

I blushed as much as he did at each snide remark.

Nothing else was said about my motives. It seemed that I was being welcomed

into the family and acknowledged as Ryan's partner by everyone present. It

wasn't an awkward time at all. No one was making a big deal out of it, and

that is just how we wanted it to be. What we had and shared was what our

parents had and shared. They didn't receive accolades for being a couple

and we didn't want any either. We wanted to be treated like everyone else

-- not like we were special or different but like we were normal,

hardworking guys trying to do our best.

As we drove back to school it seemed like we were leaving a fantasy world

behind. The wealth and opulence of his family's world was so far removed

from my experiences that it all began to seem like a dream. I felt good to

be nearing our home. At least there I knew what to expect, and Ryan could

be as loud as he needed to be without the worry of eavesdroppers.

Spring quarter was going way too fast for me. I felt behind most of that

quarter. I'm not sure why that was; perhaps the workload was increasing too

fast. I know I worried more that quarter and seemed to try harder to keep

up with my classes. By the time finals were over I was totally exhausted. I

welcomed the chance to have nothing to do for a few days -- to read a book

that wasn't required, to have a lazy walk with Ryan, to just play without a

time limit. Our first day without classes was spent at home -- just Ryan

and me. We clung to each other -- just wanting to be close to each

other. We'd missed each other. I felt so relaxed by that evening that I

felt like I'd been rejuvenated. I got my Ryan infusion. My energy level was

back up and I was just happier in general -- and in love more specifically.

I hadn't had time to hunt for a job so was scrambling for something as

summer began. I was lucky to be rehired by the same company I'd worked for

the past summer, but I was hired to work in a different department --

personnel. It was something I'd never done before, but I was ready for the

challenge. Ryan got a job at a law office working for someone his family

knew. Ryan dressed in a suit each day for work. He was so handsome as he

went off to work each morning. Ryan knew that I wanted to visit my family

in August, and he wanted to go with me. I didn't think much more about the

trip. It was a long way off.

The week before we were supposed to leave on our trip to visit my family,

Ryan got some mail from a travel agent. I was very curious about what was

inside, but it was addressed to Ryan so I would have to wait until he got

home. When I told him he had mail from the travel company he didn't seem

too anxious to open it. That was unusual for Ryan because he would usually

get fairly excited over the mail -- even the bills that came. I just knew

something was up, but I had no idea what. In typical fashion Ryan told me a

couple of days later that he thought it would be nice to fly instead of

drive. I figured the plane tickets were in the envelope so I guessed that

decision was final. I told him that was fine with me -- that I was looking

forward to my first plane trip. Ryan was pleased with himself and seemed

glad that there wasn't any resistant to his plan.

I was really excited and a bit nervous about my first plane trip. The drive

to the airport seemed to take forever. The hustle and bustle in the airport

was amazing to me. There were so many people coming and going. Ryan checked

our bags while I gawked wide-eyed at all the travelers. We made our way

towards our plane. They announced our flight was boarding so we made our

way to the gate. Our flight took off and soon we were kept busy with

beverages then later with food and later beverages again. It seemed that

the flight was taking an extremely long time, but without a reference I

honestly didn't know what to expect. When the pilot finally announced that

we were making our final approach to Los Angeles International Airport. I

looked at Ryan in amazement as he sat there with the biggest smile on his

face. It took about an hour to get out of the airport and to a taxi. Ryan

wasn't telling me where we were headed or why, despite nearly constant

badgering. The taxi took us to a Disney hotel. We checked in and headed to

our room. Once we were settled and changed into shorts and t-shirts Ryan

drug me out to the pool. There by the pool was my family -- all of

them. Ryan had made arrangements for all of them to join us here for a week

in Los Angeles. He'd worked out all the details with the travel agent back

home. He had three-day passes to Disneyland for everyone. Passes to

Universal Studios and tons of other places for everyone to visit. We all

had lunch at an outside restaurant. The kids -- especially the smaller ones

-- were so excited. I wasn't sure if they'd be able to wait until morning

when we were headed to Disneyland. Ryan never ceased to amaze me with his

thoughtfulness and his generosity. He wasn't doing this for me or for

himself. He was doing it for my brothers and sisters whom he barely

knew. He was giving something to them that my family couldn't afford and

would never really consider. I found out that we had five rooms for

everyone. My parents and Ryan and I had our own rooms and the kids shared

the rest. Everyone had a bed of their own to sleep in so I think everyone

was happy. I remembered arguments over who would have to sleep on the floor

when I was younger, and I was certain those same arguments would happen

today if ample beds were not available. The room Ryan and I shared had two

queen beds and the younger kids all wanted to spend the night with us. We

had company a few of the nights we were there, but we also made sure to

have time for ourselves as well.

I can't deny that I felt as much a kid as any of the group. It was a

fantastic trip -- a trip of a lifetime really. The ability to share that

wonder and joy with my family was perhaps the best gift of all. I went on

all the rides, had breakfast with Mickey and the gang, thrilled at the

atmosphere of the whole experience, and relished the happiness and carefree

feelings of being a kid again. It seemed I had grown up so much in the last

two years, made so many changes, and had so many new experiences. Ryan and

I talked about the experience near the end of the vacation.

We were all spending the late afternoon out by the pool on our second to

last day at the resort. I was looking around for Ryan, but I couldn't find

him any where. After searching and asking all in the group where he might

be, I found him sitting in the room. His eyes were puffy like he had been

crying. I knelt in front of him to ask what was wrong. He related a

conversation he just had with Anna -- my youngest sister. She was telling

him how great the vacation was as she bubbled over with excitement. In the

process she confess her undying love for him. What got to him the most was

that he was now her second favorite brother next to me. She told him she

was going to give him her biggest hug and kiss. It tore at his heartstrings

to be so loved and appreciated. Anna was drawn to Ryan and had been since

they first met. She could often be found on this vacation holding his hand

or sitting in his lap. Oddly enough he seemed to be as attached to her as

she was to him. We sat on the floor holding each other as we shared that

joy and the tenderness of Ryan's heart. Ryan told me that he really wanted

to have kids. At first I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but he soon

made it clear that he wanted to have kids with me. He was excitedly telling

me what great parents we'd make and how important kids were to a family and

how wonderful it was going to be. As much as I liked the idea in theory, I

knew we weren't at the point where we could take care of kids yet. My views

of family always included children. Ryan had one sister. I had seven

brothers and sisters. Family to me really meant a house full of kids, but

I certainly wasn't ready for that today.

I let Ryan play through the ideas with as much excitement and happiness as

those ideas represented for both of us, but I tried to ground that

excitement in the reality of our current school situation. Fortunately he

agreed with me. I really didn't need Ryan to go rolling on with this

idea. If I allowed that to happen, I knew I'd arrive home from this

vacation to a house full of children. We did talk about how much we'd both

grown and changed. We pledged that while we would continue to grow and

change that we'd always be together no matter what. I'm sure it was all

college idealism as we exchanged promises to always be together that day,

but we were renewing our commitment to each other as well as sharing our

lofty dreams of our future. The excitement we were sharing was quickly

turning sexual, but a knock on the door accompanied by Anna's insistence

that we come to the pool brought those desires to a rapid end. Ryan looked

at me and laughing said,

"Welcome to parenthood!"

We were laughing as we joined the group at the pool. The last days of the

vacation were as special as the first. Knowing it would all end soon did

bring a tear of sadness that we couldn't keep this going forever, but

reality awaited all of us at our homes. We all had school to think

about. It seemed to be such a short summer as we were flying back home.

We'd reached the halfway point of our college experience. Our junior year

would be one of even more challenges as we both delved into our major

fields of study. Ryan had decided that he wanted to be a lawyer while being

drawn to Political Science as well. I had a bit of a vision of Ryan as a

politician at some point. I can't say that the vision surprised me at

all. He was really a consummate politician already as he seemed to draw

people to him and his ideas. He had a very natural and easy charisma that

everyone found charming and easy to follow wherever he was leading. I had

decided that an MBA was the direction I was destined to go. I decided that

I was not completely ready to leave English Lit behind so had declared a

double major. That really didn't mean a lot to me at the time aside from

work for each major, but it was what appealed to me. What had at first

seemed like the mid point was now feeling like just another step on our

journey through school and life. Without really considering it, we'd both

added at least another year to our commitment to school. Life was racing

on. There were times when both Ryan and I felt like we were just lucky to

be holding on as life raced at breakneck speed. Our time together was by

the nature of things less, but never less intense, never less loving, never

less caring, never less tender, and certainly never less passionate.

I don't know that I have any advice for anyone out there reading this.

I've been asked several times for our 'secret'. I don't think there was

ever a secret. Perhaps that is the point. Ryan and I never stopped talking

with each other. We shared everything that happened in our individual lives

-- both the good and the bad (and there certainly were some low points for

each of us along the way). Communication really was most important in our

relationship. It wasn't just the time we spent talking and listening to

each other. It was the non-verbal communication that conveyed the love and

concern we shared. We still went out of our way to show the other through

all of those little things we tried to do for the other to show our

continued love. We discovered the joy and relaxation that came from long

soaks in a hot bathtub filled with bubbles and scented bath oils. Those

luxurious soaks were the best way to melt away Ryan's stress. I still find

it a wonder as I feel the stress drift from his body as his muscles relax

and his body would melt into mine -- all while just sitting in a tub of hot

water. For his part Ryan could always distract me from the hectic pace of

life by just walking into a room. He never ceased to amaze me, and still

does to this day. No matter what my load or what pressures I felt, Ryan

could dissolve them away just by holding me. We told each other of our love

for the other often -- several times daily, but we also made sure that it

wasn't just words but actions that backed up those words. An example of

what I am trying to convey would be Ryan's favorite candy -- Gummy Bears. I

would buy several of those packages of candy and hide them from him so that

I could stash a bag in a pocket of his coat or a compartment of his

backpack and later briefcase. I knew when he found those little surprises

he would think only of me as he enjoyed the treat. Ryan got us both cell

phones so we could stay connected as we spent more time at opposite ends of

the campus. Ryan rather quickly discovered that leaving suggestive and

descriptive messages about what he wanted to do to me or what he wanted me

to do to him got me so excited and horny that I couldn't wait to get

home. On more occasions than I can remember, Ryan would have me so worked

up by 10:00 in the morning that I wondered how I could survive the rest of

the day until we could do what he had so graphically suggested. I could

often be seen adjusting my book bag to cover my crotch after listening to

one of his many messages.

Reliving those memories has me thinking about Ryan now. I think this is the

place to stop for this section because I really do feel the urge to go find

him at his office.

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