This is a story of gay men performing consensual sex acts with other gay men. If you are underage or if these stories violate the law where you live, then please don't read. Also, if such acts disgust or outrage you, then again, please don't read. Note that in these stories, unsafe sex does occur, but remember this was in the days before HIV had made it's way into the South. Please know this: Every sexually active person, gay or straight, should be tested regularly for HIV. Knowing your's and your partner's status can save your life!
My thanks to C.J. and Glynn for their careful editing.
Chapter 5
After Spring Break, my life was perfect. School was going great, and John and I got even closer than before, if that was possible. The sex kept getting better and better, as we figured out how to please each other more and more. Some times, Terry would join us, but most nights, it was just my roommate and I, exploring each other, tasting, licking, touching, and generally keeping each other satisfied.
I knew that my feelings for John were deepening, but I didn't know how much so until one day in April. It was Friday night, and I had come back from the gym, when I saw the signal on the door that meant that he had someone in the room with him and needed privacy. My heart sank, and I felt my world coming to an end. I went down to Terry's room, and thankfully, he was there. He opened the door, and I burst in and just started crying uncontrollably. He took me inside, closed the door, and sat me down on the bed, holding me tightly. He held me for a good five minutes, until my sobs turned into hiccups. He continued holding me, stroking my hair with his hand until I regained some semblance of composure. He then lifted my head from his chest and looked into my eyes.
"Pete, tell me what happened."
I explained about coming home and finding the privacy sticker on the door.
"I don't know what came over me," I said.
"Yes you do," he said tenderly. "You're in love with him, aren't you?"
I thought about that for a moment. "Yeah, I guess so," I said. "I think about him all of the time. I'm at my happiest when we're together, and I don't mean just in bed. It's like he is the other part of me."
Terry nodded knowingly. "I know," he said. "I can see that whenever you two are together. From what I can see, though, he feels the same way, and I think he's scared to death. Do you think he's in there with another guy?"
"I just don't know," I said. "I don't think so. I would like to think that if he were, he would want to share him with me. I think it must be a girl. Oh, God, Terry, what am I going to do?"
"Pete, there's nothing that you can do right now," he said. "John has a lot of soul-searching to do. I mean, how long have you known that you were gay?"
"Terry, I think I've always known," I said. "I've always liked girls, but just as friends. I've never been attracted to them."
"See? You've had your whole life to come to terms with that. John is just starting down that path. I know that you love him and believe me he loves you. I think that you just need to give him some time."
"But what if he decides that he is straight?" I cried.
"I don't really think that's an option," he said. "Remember, I've had sex with you two. I know how much he loves having sex with another man. At worst, he might decide to become bi-sexual. Are you prepared for that? Can you share him with a woman?"
"I don't know," I said. "I've never really thought about it."
"Well, you have to give it some thought, but not tonight," he said. He grabbed my shoulders. "You're bunched up in knots. I know just the thing. Take your clothes off and lie facedown. I'm going to give you a massage."
Numbly, I complied, and he got a bottle of baby oil and returned to the bed. He squirted oil over my back and started kneading my shoulder muscles. I felt all of the tension giving way and just sighed in pleasure. He slowly worked his way down my back, working on all of my stiff muscles. He skipped my ass for the moment, working on my legs, one at a time. He reached my feet, and started massaging them. It felt incredible. By the time he was finished, all of my muscles were relaxed, except for one: I had a raging hard-on. As he moved back up and started massaging my ass, I moaned, "Terry, please fuck me."
"I'm not John," he said.
"I know that," I said. "I just want you to help me take my mind off of John. Please?"
I heard him laugh. "You know how much I love your sweet ass. I'd love to be of service." With that, he spread my legs, and I felt his tongue exploring my crack. When his tongue hit my pucker, I groaned. "Yeah, that's it," I said dreamily. "Eat my ass. Get it ready for your dick." With that, he began to make love to my ass with his tongue. When he had me loosened up, he stuck one finger inside, shortly followed by two. With each stroke, he hit my prostate, and I could feel my dick leaking onto the sheets beneath me. When he put a third inside, I moaned. "Terry, fuck me." He took out his fingers and applied some oil to his dick. When I felt the head against my pucker, I relaxed and he pushed it into me. I groaned as he filled me up. "Oh, Terry, that's so nice," I said. "Now fuck me, slowly, tenderly." He began slowly to slide in and out of my ass, hitting my prostate with each stroke. I awoke from my stupor enough to start working on his dick with my ass muscles, clenching on each thrust. He groaned with pleasure.
"Terry, that feels so good," I said. "Fuck me harder." His strokes started getting faster and harder, and I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. I knew that I was getting close, so my clenches became harder as I tried to bring him off. "My God!" he screamed. "What are you doing to me? That feels incredible!" I groaned and said, "Fuck me hard, Terry, I'm about to cum!" Three hard thrusts and I was over the edge. "God, I'm Cumming!" I cried. "God, yes!" he cried as he emptied what felt like a huge load into my ass.
When we finally came back down, he pulled out and I rolled over. He lay beside me, and I kissed him. "Thanks, Terry," I said. "I really needed that."
He looked deep into my eyes. "I could tell," he said. "Pete, you know that no matter what happens with you and John, I'm here for you. You're one of my best friends, and I love you a lot."
"I know," I said, "And I love you too." With that, we both fell asleep in each other's arms.
End of Part 5