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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a work of fiction, but the main character is modeled after me. I have never had a homosexual experience, despite wanting one for years. The thoughts that go through the main character's head are the same that go through mine.
THIS STORY INVOLVES CONSENTUAL HOMOSEXUAL (male) SEX. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE SUBJECT MATTER, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS POST. CONSIDER YOURSELF FORE WARNED:
It was another one of those days. I was sitting at my desk, going through yet another boring file. Summer vacation, and I was stuck in the office. It always pissed me off when older people accused me of having the summer off from college, didn't they know I was working like them?
Five o'clock came, and not too soon. Don't get me wrong, I liked my job. I just wanted to get outside and enjoy the remainder of the beautiful day.
I was working in a small New England city, living with my cousin. It was fun being somewhere new, and I was determined to make the best of it. My office was located downtown, so I decided to walk around and look at the shops.
After going into a few stores, I decided to check out the bookstore. This town had two or three. The one I went to was the only one to serve coffee, however. I liked it because it let cheap skates like me look at the books without having to pay for them. I knew that this store was a center for the gay population in town. There were always flyers posted on a bulletin board that had information for the gay community. My biggest complaint was that the place seemed a little too "stuffy" for me. While I considered myself to be smart, I never enjoyed hanging around the intellectual crowd.
Before I go any further, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I was 20 years old at the time, and was going to be a senior. (today I am 24) I looked like the "all American kid." I had very short hair that was dirty blond in color. I stood 5' 10" tall, and was of average build. I had always had girlfriends, and led a straight life. The closest I got to another man was occasional experimentation when I was in my early teens. I knew that I always had homosexual feelings, but I was constantly shoving them under the carpet. It was never the right time or the right place. My family would not have approved, my fraternity brothers would not have approved, nobody would have approved. I felt that since I was alone with my feelings, it was easiest to try to ignore them. Occasionally I bought a gay magazine when I visited the larger cities, and occasionally I rented a gay movie, but my homosexual activities were limited to those items and my imagination whenever I masturbated.
As time went by, I began to feel more bold. The biggest factor was that I was not enjoying straight sex. My girlfriends liked having sex with me because it took me a long time to cum, if at all, but what they didn't know is that the reason was because I didn't like being with a woman. It got to the point where I had to fantasize that I was with a man just to reach a climax.
Back to the bookstore.....
I ordered an esspresso, and sat down with a copy of Rolling Stone magazine. I was enjoying this magazine less and less over the years, but it sure beat some of the intellectual crap that was on the shelf.
It was then that I first saw Adam. He was sitting alone, by the window. Just by looking at him, I felt warm inside. His was just my type. He wasn't the "body builder" type, rather he was an intelligent, cute looking person. He had boyish looks that betrayed his age. He looked to be the type of person that you could talk to for hours, while you snuggled with him in bed.
I had met people like this before, however, and had done nothing about it. I had always been afraid to let my true feelings control my
actions. Besides, how did I know that he was gay?
But this day would be different. I was in a town that I didn't live in, and I knew that if things didn't work out, I would be leaving soon
anyway. And besides, I had been without a companion for the whole summer. My girlfriend had broken up with me shortly after vacation started. She worked at a summer camp, and had fallen for a counselor from Europe.
I can't begin to tell you how nervous I was. I definitely took this one slow. I noticed that he was reading the latest issue of SPY magazine, and I asked him if I could read it when he was finished. He said no problem, as long as I would give him my copy of Rolling Stone.
"Do you mind if I sit here, then?" I asked.
"No, go ahead" he said.
That was all I needed to open the door. I began to talk with him, quite comfortable now. It turned out that he was going to be a sophomore, at a small college about three hours from mine. He lived in town, but had only moved there a few months ago, when his father gave up his city job to run one of the local country inns.
We were both finished with the coffee and magazines, and had reached a critical moment. I didn't want to let him get away. I knew that the summer was ending and there was a good chance that I would never see his young face again.
"Say, would you like to get a bite to eat?" I asked.
He said that he would, but his parents expected him home for dinner. The inn served meals every night, and his parents didn't like it when he ate elsewhere. Damn! I thought to myself. This one is going to get away!
"Would you like to eat a meal at the inn?" he asked.
"Yeah!" I said.
"The family eats in the back, but it is the same food the guests eat. Are you parked nearby, you can follow me there."
We drove about fifteen minutes into the hills. The inn was one of those Victorian buildings that are common in old New England towns. I
followed him into the kitchen, and met his parents. They were glad to see that their son was making friends in the area.
Dinner was tremendous. It was the first home-made meal I had had in a while. I really wanted a couple of beers to calm me down, but I thought that I would be pushing it.
After dinner, Adam suggested that we hike to the top of the nearby ridge to watch the sunset. I had mentioned during dinner that I liked the outdoors, and he said that it was a challenging hike.
We made it up in just under an hour. The sun was beautiful as it set in the west. The ridge provided a spectacular view. The best part of the hike was that we bonded quite a bit. It turned out that Adam and I had many of the same interests. Our personalities were quite compatible.
We hiked down while it was getting dark. Not knowing the trail, I occasionally hit a stone or a log. It was a good excuse for me to put my hand on Adam's shoulder while I steadied my balance. I watched his every move and reaction as I did this. As far as I could tell, he didn't mind a bit.
When we got back at the inn, Adam asked me if I wanted to take a tour. I responded eagerly. As a history major at college, I always enjoyed looking at these old buildings. We saw the sitting room, reception area, and several other rooms downstairs. Upstairs held most of the guest rooms. There were a couple extra guest rooms in a converted barn, which completed the tour.
While looking at the rooms in the old barn, Adam noticed that I had sweated quite a bit from the hike up the ridge. He asked me if I wanted to stay and chat for a while, and suggested that I used one of the rooms to take a shower. I was nervous, but I couldn't see the harm in this. Besides, if things turned out even better, I wanted to be nice and clean.
He unlocked one of the rooms with his master key. Nobody was staying in the barn, as this was Wednesday and the weekend crowd had not arrived yet. The room was beautiful. The furniture was all antique, and the bathroom had all of the old fixtures. Adam gave me a towel, and I turned on the shower.
I closed the bathroom door, being sure not to lock it. I also made sure that the door was open just a crack so I could flash my body. This way, I could make it look like I didn't know that I was presenting myself to him. I could also see if he was watching. He was lying on the bed watching television. I could see that his eyes would dart over to the bathroom, and he was checking me out.
I got in the shower, and was planning what I should do. I was beginning to chicken out, which happened to me all to often. Fortunately, I would not be the one to make the next move. As I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair, I felt Adam's hand on my back.
"You mind if I join you?" he asked.
I couldn't speak. Years of anticipation were coming to fruition. I turned around and admired his body. The room was poorly lit, dark enough to be sexy but light enough to admire each other's bodies. We stared at each other both knowing what we wanted.
Adam had a slender build, with black hair. His chest had just a few hairs on it, mostly around the nipples. His nipples were dark, and slightly oval from the tightness of his chest. He had the faintest of lines running from his navel to his pubic region. His pubic hair was soft and straight. It was the most beautiful dark patch I had seen. Nice and dark, but not too hairy. His cock was fully erect. Any doubts that lingered in my mind left as soon as I saw his eager cock awaiting some attention. His penis stood almost straight up against his stomach. It was just over 6 inches, about the same length as mine. He was circumcised, and I saw a drop of pre-cum on its tip.
I hugged him right there. The smell of his body against mine was enough to drive me wild with passion. I reached out and touched his penis. It felt strange. Years of masturbating had given me the idea of what a penis should feel like. Now, I was touching one from a different angle. It made it feel like it had a different shape, just because of my front end grip.
As I touched his penis he started moaning ever so slightly. I really wanted to see what having his member in my mouth would be like, but butterflies were flying like wild in my stomach. To build up courage, I started by kissing his chest. It was firm, and his nipples began to get hard. I slowly worked down to his navel, and then to his pubic region. The smell and feel of his pubic hair sitting against my face was enough to give me all the courage I would need.
Slowly, I put my mouth around the head of his penis. I had plenty of girlfriends that spent too little time sucking and too much time licking around my penis. I wasn't going to make this mistake. After putting my mouth around his head, I proceeded to take all of his meat that would fit. Unfortunately, my virgin throat couldn't take as much as I wanted to. I did my best, however.
Sucking his cock was different than I thought it would be. While rock hard, it tasted softer than it felt. The head of his penis and the shaft were covered with velvet like skin. Every now and then I would get a taste of his pre-cum. I knew that I should gulp this down if I had any hope of tasting his climax.
He began bucking his hips with the rhythm of my sucking. My jaw got sore fast, but I was not going to let that cock out of my mouth until he had cum. My left hand was on his lower back. My right hand began playing with his balls. His sack was loose from the warmth of the shower. Ever so gently I teased his marbles. I then moved my hand towards his anus. It was tight. I put a finger in, and felt his muscles clamp down on it.
Adam's moaning got louder. He warned me that he was going to cum. I wouldn't back off, however. I put his cock further in my mouth, so his cum would have a straight shot down my throat. And then it began. After the first spurt, I thought that I had taken almost all of it. I didn't realize how much he would cum with every successive spurt. Having it in your mouth makes it seem like there is much more volume than having it land on your stomach. His sperm tasted unique. There was really nothing that I had tasted in the world that could compare. It had a slightly salty taste, but it also had some mild flavor to it, slightly bitter. It wasn't what I normally would have considered good, but with the passion of sex, it became a taste that I had to have.
After Adam had spilled all of his seed, I stood up and hugged him. I whispered into his ear.
"Thanks," I said. "You don't know how long I have been waiting for this opportunity."
We continued to hug for a few minutes, the water making our embrace all the more passionate. Eventually, we got out of the shower and began to dry off. Adam noticed that my cock was still raging hard, and he suggested that he take care of it.
He led me to the bed. It was an old Victorian bed with a canopy on top. The bed was tall, and I didn't have to fall back far to reach the mattress. I laid on my back, and he crawled up on top of me. He began by kissing me gently on the lips. The kiss was the most incredible thing I had felt. I had always been afraid to kiss a guy. Even in the shower with Adam I had avoided it. But my reaction to Adam's kiss was incredible. It was right then and there that I knew I could never go back to my old lifestyle.
Adam slowly worked his way down my chest, with his hand playing with my cock and balls. I felt the excitement deep inside me, but I was determined to make this one last. After what seemed like an eternity, his lips reached my cock. He placed gentle kisses all over my cock and balls. I could feel the warmness of his every breath. My hips thrusted towards his mouth in an involuntary movement.
His kisses reached the head of my cock, and he opened his mouth to let my hard pole slide in. It was the greatest feeling I had had in years. I reached down and placed my hand on his head, rubbing my fingers through his short hair.
He sucked my shaft up and down, sucking harder with every movement. His tongue played games inside his mouth, making me feel like I never had before. No girlfriend had ever given me head like this man was now. I was about to cum and he knew it. My hips were moving faster than ever.
He took his mouth off of my cock. It was moist from his saliva. Adam grabbed my shaft and straddled me. He put the head of my penis into his tight asshole. Without lubricant, and with his lack of experience, he was just able to get the head in without too much pain. That was all I needed, however. I moved my cock in and out, ever so slightly. With every thrust, my shaft went deeper by the merest fraction of an inch. Since most of the sensation was concentrated on the sensitive head of my penis, I was going wild. Adam kept his hand around the rest of my shaft, and stroked with every thrust that I made.
"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.
Adam took my penis out of his anus, and began to stroke me like an expert. My semen flew out of my cock, landing on Adam's face and on my stomach. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.
After I came, Adam crawled up beside me, and we laid there for twenty or so minutes. We hardly said a word, just enjoying each other's embrace. The nervousness that I had earlier was replaced by the happiest and warmest feeling imaginable.
Not wanting to, we eventually forced ourselves to get up. Adam's parents would wonder if we were gone for too long. We agreed that we would meet at the bookstore again. With a kiss on the cheek, I left Adam for my car. I'll never know how long it took the grin to leave my face.
Adam and I met several more times that summer. When school started, we both had to play it "cool." Our encounters were limited mostly to vacations. He eventually got a job on the west coast, ending our relationship. I will never forget him, however. He opened up the most wonderful door in my life. For the first time, I was truly happy. Thank you Adam.