"Frank kisses me and pats me on the ass. I walk out to my car, happy with the turn of events in my relations with Frank. But, slowly the bad thoughts creep in to my head. What does this all mean for my future? Will people find out? Am I really queer? Who am I?"
Part 3: New York here we cum!
All week I am a wreck. Work is a pain, but it's also a distraction which helps the time go by quicker. I jerk-off at least twice a night thinking of what Frank and I did last Sunday at his house. However, as we get closer to the weekend I decide I should back off masturbating and save it for our trip to New York. I called Frank a couple of times in the evenings, but quit after I got Susan one time and she asked me if I had sucked any cocks lately. She can be a bitch, but I still like her on some level. I am just afraid she is going embarrass me big time somewhere down the road and that scares the shit out of me. In spite of what she might think, I never sucked a cock and nobody has ever sucked mine. However, I hope that will all change this weekend, so it seemed pointless to argue with her over something which is really more of matter of when, not of, no way man!
Finally, it is approaching 6PM on Saturday and I will be off work until 8 AM Monday morning. I punch out and almost race to my car. I have my suitcase in the trunk and I am going to swing by, pickup Frank and hit the Mass Turnpike entrance not too far from his house. Then I just crank up the car and race to the New York state line. We decided to find a motel in East Greenbush, although not right at the state line, it is a little closer to Albany and could offer some additional diversions if we ever decide to get out of bed.
As I approach his house I see Frank waiting for me. I had begged Frank to wait outside; I was too embarrassed to run into Susan again. I get out and open the trunk so that Frank can deposit his suitcase and we can hit the road. As I open the driver's side door to get back in I see Susan in an upstairs window. I smile and wave. She smiles back and makes the universal sign for jerking off. I give her the "finger", we are both smiling. Frank hops in the passenger side carrying a paper bag. The bag contains sandwiches and a couple of Polar brand Orange Dry flavored "tonics" (sodas); Orange Dry was my favorite flavor, at least for this month. Oh, and sometimes I like Birch Beer flavored soda. Then of course there is Cream Soda flavor. Well, OK then maybe Orange Dry was my flavor of the moment. It's all good, just like sex. Ok, I don't know much about sex, but I'm trying to learn. I do know my sodas though.
We drive up to the turnpike toll booth and the attendant gives us the toll ticket. I pull out and head down the "West" access ramp and join the traffic racing down the highway. Scanning down the ticket Frank quickly locates our exit; it's the last one -- West Stockbridge. Actually, I guess it is really the first exit because it is exit number 1. Frank reaches into the bag and brings out our supper. I hold onto the sandwich between bites, but Frank has to open the soda cans with a church key and hold the can for me in between gulps. Sometimes when I am alone in the car I have to squeeze the soda can between my thighs in between drinks and that usually ends up embarrassing me with a wet crotch.
The sandwich wrapper and empty soda cans were returned to the paper bag, which was then deposited on the floor behind the seat. Frank looked like he was getting ready to take a snooze, but I was not about to let that happen -- I was on a mission. "OK Frank, you promised me that you would tell me what happened last year to turn you from an active heterosexual into a flaming homosexual." Frank laughed a kind of hesitant, nervous laugh and then smiles and proclaims that he will tell me because by tomorrow I will be a cocksucker like the rest of the queers. Now it was my turn for a nervous laugh. But, I know I really want to suck Frank's cock tonight, so I might as well admit it to myself and to Frank. "OK Frank, let's get it over with; I admit that I am now pretty sure that I'm queer too!" Now he laughs loudly, "God I hope so or this is a wasted trip". We both laugh at that and Frank reaches over and gropes me. I'm hard immediately and admonish him that I want to save it for the motel.
"Ok, here goes"; Frank now begins to let me know what happened that so dramatically changed his public persona from straight to queer. Frank said he had sex with a guy in high school, even though he was dating girls at the time. The sex was exciting, maybe because it was forbidden fruit (pun intended), but exciting never-the-less. In his senior year he had sex with a girl and enjoyed it a lot, perhaps because it seemed to say to him that he was straight. But, he soon discovered that the pull of sex with other guys was too strong to ignore by fucking girls. He had a lot of sex with several guys over the summer before entering college. But, he resolved to go straight once he entered college.
Starting college he met Brenda and they seemed to click, they started dating. Living too far from the school's campus to enjoy some of the college's weekend activities, Brenda stayed at Frank's house so they could attend the Fall Festival weekend together at the college. Brenda stayed in Susan's room while she stayed at a friend's house. After Frank's parents went to bed Brenda quietly slipped into Frank's room and a heavy petting session ended with a subdued but exciting fuck. In the succeeding weeks Frank and Brenda snuck away from college to repeat the performance a number of times. A chance meeting at Kennedy's Clothing Store with a high school buddy and former high school sex partner changed everything. John invited Frank to follow him home when he finished shopping. Frank accepted, and although nothing was said or even hinted at about having sex, Frank knew in the back of his mind that sex with John was going to be the end game.
At John's house they each chugged down a couple of Narragansett beers. As they started the 3rd Gansett, John started a sing song rendition of the Narragansett advertising jingle; "Hi Neighbor, have a Gansett". Riding the wave of a serious buzz, Frank joined in and they both went on a laughing jag interspersed with the Narragansett jingle. At some point John started massaging Frank's shoulders and worked his hands down to the crotch and Frank's now hard cock.
John began massaging Frank's hard-on with more pressure and then he started to mold his hand around it. Frank sighed and laid back, signaling the brief seduction was over and he was ready to begin serious foreplay. Frank encourages john with moans and wiggling his body in time to the manipulating hands. John reaches over and unbuttons Frank's pants, sliding his zipper down and spreading the fly open. Frank then reaches out and begins to run his fingers through John's hair. "Oh yes baby, you know what I want. Suck me John! Suck me!" John sits up and reaches inside the waist band of Frank' briefs and pulls them to his thighs along with his jeans. Frank's 6" cock catches briefly in his pants and then smacks hard against his stomach, ready for action.
John lowers his head and starts to lick the underside of Frank's cock like a hungry kid trying to devour an ice cream cone before the summer sun melts it away. His tongue starts below Frank's balls, raking across them on its path up his cock to the crown and back down the spine tingling trail. Frank is squirming and encouraging John with murmurs and obscene vocalizations. On one trip, with his tongue licking and darting around Frank's taut spongy corona, John greedily engulfs Frank's cock and starts bobbing up and down in a frenzied race to bring him off. Frank follows the pattern of most men and boys worldwide by notifying his cocksucker of his impending ejaculation too late for John to do anything but accept a mouthful of sperm. However, this is an event John not only accepts; it is an event that he loves and he passionately swallows his "rice pudding" reward. Frank feels no shame and is only somewhat conflicted; something in the back of his mind tells him he prefers this guy-on-guy sex to sex with Brenda. Not necessarily sex with John as opposed to Brenda, but sex with other guys as opposed to other girls. He accepts this newer version of his life, but he is only thinking in the moment. Future implications of what this queer adventure might have on his life do not even register in his over stimulated brain as he prepares to return the favor on John's ever so ready cock.
As I listen to Frank describing sex with another guy, I am rock hard and leaking. I find it exciting and I feel like I am a member of a secret society. A society whose initiation rites are scheduled for tonight, in East Greenbush, New York. I smile as I think about a group of ermined caped society elders watching Frank and I having sex. Welcoming us into the Queer Society, they impart queer wisdom and teach us a special handshake to use when jerking off our queer partners. A small giggle escapes my lips as I replay that vision in my head; Frank looks expectantly at me with a somewhat quizzical expression. My mood changes and a thought breaks through my sex driven trance, am I thinking right now with my big head or my little head? I start to wonder, if given the choice, would I prefer sex with Brenda, or Gail, or Joan, or Ann, or Sandra, or Mary Lou? I haven't scored with the girls, but would I rather be heading down the Mass Turnpike tonight with a girl instead of Frank? Beyond the immediate sexual gratification, do I really want to have sex with Frank? When I said that I was pretty sure that I was queer, did I really believe that or do I just want to get off? What is happening to me? Who am I?
To be continued...
Note: Narragansett Beer, a Rhode Island brewery, was the number one beer in New England in the 1950's and 1960's, with 65% of the market. However, the brewery was purchased by Falstaff and in the face of increasing national and international completion, sales declined and the brewery closed in 1981. The brand was recently purchased by local entrepreneurs and a new Narragansett brewery began selling the regional favorite again in 2005. http://thephoenix.com/article_ektid4251.aspx http://www.narragansettbeer.com/default.aspx
When you were in high school or college did you go off with a boyfriend to a motel? Did you ever end up in a motel with a friend and through discovery end up with a boyfriend or a sex partner? Do you have any funny or sexy stories to tell us about sex in a motel with another guy?
Did you ever drink Narragansett beer? I know that the Pawtucket Red Sox are selling `Gansett at the ball park in Rhode Island, are the Boston Red Sox selling it again at Fenway? Do you have any stories to share with us about sex that includes Narragansett beer?