Usual disclaimer...all rights reserved, Copyright owned by author. This is a story of gay male fiction, containing graphic sex and explicit language. If you are underage or offended by such, READ NO FARTHER!
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I was reticent about seeing Jim at school the following morning. I figured I had "done my duty" and taught him what he wanted to know. My greatest fear was that he had misconstrued my intent and had carried his feelings to a level I had not intended. I didn't want him falling in love with me or "latching on". Sure, I liked him a lot, but I had absolutely no romantic inclinations for him. He was a friend, a classmate, a peer...but that was all...at the same time, I didn't want to think of him as just another "roll-in-the-hay". I hoped I could get a insight into his feelings and treat it gingerly without hurting his feelings, if he had gone to far in his fantasizing.
I didn't expect to see him until Latin class. Maybe, if I arrived a few seconds before the bell rang, there wouldn't be time for that "chat". Things never work out as you planned. I arrived just as the bell rang and took my usual seat right in front of him. BUT, Miss Patterson, the teacher was late...so we would have to talk after all. I tried to be nonchalant...
"Hey, Jim. How's it going?"
"Great Mark", Then he leaned over and whispered, "Thanks for yesterday afternoon."
"Sure, Buddy, I had a good time, too."
"Guess what?"
I didn't want to guess, but I would be polite..."What?".
"After you left, I jerked off eight more times before I went to sleep!"
I didn't even look around. I didn't want him to see the disbelief in my eyes. God, I had unleashed a monster. Eight times?? Maybe his dad was right. Jim was pushing the envelope. He would be the first boy in the world that would go blind, go crazy, and have hair grow in his palms. Before I could respond, Miss Patterson came in the room to begin class.
Jim managed to lean forward to get in more more remark, "This weekend, I'm going to visit my cousin. I can't wait to show him the things you taught me!"
Thank God, he hadn't indicated an attachment toward me. I made a mental note to find out his cousin's name, so I could read the obituaries in Monday's paper. I'm sure the cousin would be dead from semen dehydration. Eight times, after I left??? Jesus!!
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I don't know if it was Jim or Ernie, my best friend, Lance, whom I heard first learned about sex, or some phantom admirer, but word was surely getting around school about me. All of a sudden, I was becoming the most popular guy in the school...not with the girls...but with all my straight-acting male friends. I was being asked out to movies, sporting events, home games, sleep overs...Was I the great teacher, a sex therapist, or the school slut. I didn't know, and I really was afraid to find out. The year was 1958. It's difficult to believe that in those days, most of my male classmates, had never experienced the wonder of masturbation. God have times have changed. Today, a boy gets his first blowjob from his girlfriend by the time he's 12 or 13. But in those days, outside of a goodnight kiss or copping a quick feel, a girl was off limits. In junior class of 550, I only knew of one girl that would "put out". and she was called the school whore. She was a good friend, and played the piano, the same as I, and I would date her occasionally and take her to the movies on Saturday, where all the kids would gather, to make them think I was getting it on with her. I never did, but I sure made my friends wonder. She liked me because I respected her and didn't expect sexual favors. So I was a "cocksman" to all the guys,,,and an enigma...if they had heard anything about the lesson I had given Jim.
Oh, well. It looked as though I dance card could be filled if I wanted it...but I still didn't know what was being said about me behind my back. Was I being pictured as a faggot? The only person I was having regular sex with was my friend, Lance. (This is a long story I wrote and posted on Nifty entitled, "that-was-then".) The little escapades with Ernie, Jim, and others, were things I never told Lance about. If he is reading this story, he's finding out about them for the first time. But this story is not about him...it's more about me and my private life from him.
I cooled it for about a month after Jim, although I kept being asked out on "dates". Hell, I thought about having a seminar and teaching a class for the multitude of inquiring minds.
The concert band was planning a trip to Jacksonville, and the swing band, for which I played the piano was to be featured...so on this trip I would not be a band manager, but treated as an equal musician. At least, I, nor anyone, would have to carry my piano. I remember one day, I heard the band leader, Stan Kenton was coming to the school to play and hold a seminar. I was excited, as our swing band, played many of his arrangements. He was tops in his field, as a pianist, arranger, and band leader. His band played during chapel period and he came to swing band practice, following his performance. I was thrilled beyond words to meet him and learn.
Our swing band, being tops in the state, could all but sight-read his arrangements, in spite of their difficulty. He was awestruck at how well we played his numbers. I couldn't wait to get to his "Interlude" and "Collaboration" which featured piano solos. When I began to play, he walked to the piano and stared at me. I thought I even saw the hint of a tear in his eye, he was so impressed. I knew I was good...and I wanted him to know I was good. I was so good, that after the set, he asked if I could come to his concert that evening...and would I have the nerve to play a couple of numbers with his band. WOULD I??? I would and I did. I played the two numbers he had heard me play earlier. Years later, when I was working in New York and California, I thought back on that night. I would later play with bigger names than his, but it's like sex...you never forget your first experience.
Speaking of sex, when it came time to assign roommates for the Jacksonville, trip, I had dozen of offers. What the fuck was going on? Were they all expecting me to give them blowjobs. or did they want to learn things that Jim had, or were they just being friendly? I knew I had to choose carefully, not arousing suspicion. My best plan was to pick the "straightest" guy I knew...one who was going "steady" with a "hot and heavy" girlfriend. "Eeny Meeny Miney Moe...I am going to choose this one".
Randy, the guy who played first trumpet would be my choice. He had been going with the same girl for four years, and had even told us he planned to get married upon graduation and he and Karen were going off to college together. Yep! Randy was a safe bet. I could room with him without raising eyebrows or doubts...that is, if he would let me room with him. I mean, after all, if he had heard things about me, he might not want to cast light on his reputation...but hell, he was secure in his relationship with Karen, and more importantly, secure about his manhood...so he didn't really have any objections when I approached him about sharing a bed on the trip. It was assumed that since there were so many members going, we would be sharing double beds in private homes of families in Jacksonville.
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FLORIDA IN THE SPRING!! What could be more wonderful? Bermuda shorts and polo shirts...bathing suits...sunglasses...sandals...boys in bikinis...couldn't wait!!! I only needed half a suitcase to pack everything, except my tuxedo, I needed to play the shows in. Who ever heard of an Arctic blast south of Georgia? No of us apparently, we had packed the wrong clothes and were freezing our asses off. Someone said the ocean temperature was 44 degrees. We went in and I swear, it took crowbars to pull our balls out of our bodies, they had retracted so far up inside us.
We had eaten in shifts at Shoney's Big Boy, gone to the concert hall to leave our instruments, had a short meeting about a 10:00AM rehearsal, the following morning, and a lecture of the usual, "No drinking, no smoking, and no bad behavior." Our "host" families were there to take us to their perspective housing.
Randy and I were staying by ourselves with a family who had a small house with a Florida room. more like a tiny solarium. Ever hear of a solarium (in Florida) with heat? You guessed it. We had mounds of blankets and comforters piled on us. I was surprised our host family even had any covers. This meant that Randy and I would have to rely on "body heat". Tsk. Tsk. Too bad. Don't you just hate it when things work out that way?
Neither of us had had any reason to bring pajamas. We both had brought one pair of jeans, each, and our tux pants. Everything else was short legged. But, we did decide to sleep in our socks, along with our briefs and polo shirts.
I didn't take time to describe Randy. In stories you read how masculine, well-built, tanned all the "other" guys are, usually with 8. 9, 10, or 11 inch dicks, just to make your mouth water. Since I had never seen Randy nude, I will just say he was tall, medium built, blonde flat-top, and could have been Tab Hunter's stand-in, in "Battle Cry". I didn't have to see him naked. I got a bulge in my pants every time I noticed him in his white band pants. Thank God it was cold. I couldn't have gotten an erection if he had been Tab Hunter.
Randy turned out the light and joined me in bed. We couldn't talk because out lower lips were shivering. You could hear our teeth chattering. I was a bit startled when he got into bed and he scrunched over to my body...my back to him. He actually put his left leg over mine, One of his arms went underneath me, the other went around my chest, trapping my arms as he pulled me close. His withdrawn crotched was firmly planted next to my clothed ass crack. He started rubbing my arms to create a heat friction and his mouth was close to the back of my neck, blowing as heated a breath as he could muster. We were so cold, it seemed as though the whole bed was shaking.
"This doesn't bother you, does it?" he asked.
"Hell, no...get my back warm and I'll try to do the same for you."
"Randy, I read something in an R.O.T.C. manual about guys trying to keep warm, in a freezing foxhole."
"What did it say?"
"That naked human skin can actually generate more heat than clothed.
"Are you saying we should take off our shirts and shorts?"`
"And socks", I added.
"You're crazy."
"I didn't make it up."
We lay there shivering. Sex or naked intimacy was NOT on my mind. I was more concerned about self-preservation.
"Wanna try it?"
"Shit, I'll try anything...but I'm NOT getting out of bed to take my clothes off...I'll do it under the covers or not at all."
"Fine with me. I'll help you."
I rolled over and slowly started pulling at his poloshirt as he scooted down to get it over his arms. He pulled at both sides of his briefs, raised up, pulled up his knees and was able to get them off, When he had pulled up his knees I took off his socks.
"Now, me." I said,
We managed the same procedure and soon we were both lying stark naked, side by side.
"I hope you went to the bathroom before you went to bed. It's too damn cold to go to the bathroom and I don't want you pissing on my in the middle of the night." he said.
"No I laughed," I'm like a camel, I can hold it for days, if I have to."
"All right, how do we want to lay? You want my back turned toward you or do you want me to warm you up first?"
"Turn over with your back to me. I'll try to thaw you out." I offered.
He turned over and I tried to imitate the position he had tried on me before we undressed. My left arm was under him, with my right arm stretched over his arm and chest completing a circular armhold. My right leg went over his left, this time, pushing my privates into his crack. I began to rub his arms with mine and raising my leg up and down his.
After a few minutes, he said, "I swear, either it's my imagination, or I am actually getting warmer. I'll be damned. I wouldn't have believed it. Roll over and let me do it to you."
I turned my back to him, once more, and he assumed my role. He was right, The body heat was much warmer. Shit! I wish now, I hadn't played it so safe by choosing to room with Mr. Macho. Where the hell was Ernie when I needed him. I should have stayed with him. My mine wandered...who was Ernie getting warm...and what were they doing? Considering that just a few minutes ago I was imagining the idea of being found frozen to death in the morning...now my thoughts were on other things. Get with it, Mark...this is what you wanted and whom you wanted to room with...now accept it! Get warm, if you can, and go to sleep.
This time, when Randy snuggled up embracing me from behind, he tried some different friction movements. His hands slipped over to my chest and he began to rub my pectorals. My nipples were hard from the cold, so this was no give-away. I was sure his were, too. I lifted my arms a little so he could rub my sides and ribs. He obliged, warming my sides, moving his hands toward my midsection above my navel. If I had been watching this scene in a movie, I would be laughing my head off, but under these circumstances, there was really nothing funny or erotic about it. His hands went lower and he massaged my abdomen, avoiding anything near my pubic area. His left hand went up and down my left thigh. Just once, his fingertips came in contact with my scrotum. He didn't make a big deal of it, he just made sure he didn't go toward that area again.
"Randy, it IS working. Let me roll on my back, so you can rub my right thigh,"
I had no ulterior motive, except to balance the warmth, I was receiving. I rolled on my back and he stretched his arm over to get to the "cold" leg. His hand was moving up and down my other leg, all the while his wrist was rubbing up and down my crotch. Uh oh. Some involuntary things were beginning to occur. I hope he wasn't fully aware that I was springing an erection...but then, how the hell could ne NOT notice? I knew I had better stop his action and return the favors he was doing for me before I got into trouble and had some explaining to do.
"Roll over on your back and let me warm your chest and legs." I told him.
"OK".
I started repeating his hand ballet...first the chest, the abdomen, and finally the legs. Curiosity got the best of me. I had to find out if I reached over him to get to his left thigh, would I feel a rising organ between his legs? So I reached over and gave his upper thigh some long hard strokes, letting my arm touch his crotch every chance it got. Lo and behold! He was human. He was getting hard quicker than I did with his cock laying atop his stomach.
"Oh, man, that feels good. I can feel the blood returning to my lower extremities." he exclaimed.
I knew that he had felt my erection, and I knew, he knew, I had felt his. This could be awkward or embarrassing, unless I lightened the moment with a joke or funny comment. So, without trying to embarrass him, I reached up and grabbed his fully erect member.
"Should I warm that up too, it seems pretty hot to me already." I laughed.
"Mark, that NEVER gets too hot." he joked back.
I didn't let go. I just held it and stroked up and down three or four times.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "Was that in the R.O.T.C. manual too?"
"I don't remember, but it ought to be."
"While you're there, do it a few more times. I always sweat a lot when I jerk off."
"Well, don't make me seem like a queer, you grab mine, too."
"Shit, you touched me first, so there's no harm in returning the favor, It they're going to find us frozen dead in the morning, we might as well die with one last orgasm...that is, if we can climax."
He reached down and grabbed my penis, gave it a squeeze, and started jerking me.
"Your balls cold, too?" I asked as I cupped his scrotum with my free hand,
He rolled over to face me and grabbed me, as I had done. At first we stroked at a slow tempo, but we both began to hint to each other the speed we were both desiring. We were face to face. Our mouths about six inches apart. We were exhaling hot air onto each other's lips. I became brave as I edged my lips toward his, our breaths becoming hotter as I finally sank my mouth over his. I waited for him to pull back...but he didn't. He pressed his lips firmer on mine and almost out of an involuntary response, he stuck the tip of his tongue out, trying to gain entrance into my oral cavity. I opened and let him enter. He searched for my waiting tongue and we began flicking at each other's tips.
After a few seconds, he pulled it out of my mouth. I waited for him to say something...ANYTHING!
"Mark, don't say a word...whatever happens...happens...it'll just be between you and me...understood?"
"Understood."
"I don't know what we are doing, but I bet it's nothing more than the guys do in foxholes."
I couldn't believe he was saying this. These were my lines. I was the gay one...he was straight. The old saying, "There are no atheists in foxholes, could also mean, there are no homophobes in freezing beds."
I removed my hand from his cock and pulled his hand from mine, long enough to reach behind him and draw his body into mine, so that our chests became merged and our crotches were grinding into each other. I kissed him passionately. He responded in like manner. When the kiss ended, we just held each other tightly.
"Randy?"
"You knew I was gay before you agreed to let me room with you didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"Then, why did you agree?"
"Because I knew I wasn't. And I knew you were in a dilemma as to who to room with, I also, knew, that if it were I, you couldn't get into trouble, because everyone knows that nothing would or could happen with me....the only thing...no one could foresee the predicament we found ourselves in, and no matter what we do, no one will ever believe anything ever happened between us."
"You are incredible...I guess I should thank you."
"You don't have to."
He waited a minute before he spoke again,
"So are you queer or not?"
"Why?"
"Well, if you are, you might give me one of those famous lessons I heard so much about."
"Who told you about any lessons?"
"I won't say...well...are you going to show me what it feels like to have sex with a guy?"
"You, asshole." I kidded.
"I'm serious...I want to know....What do you guys do?"
"Shut up. Lay back. And pull the covers over your face."
He jokingly, pulled the covers over his head and lay back like a corpse. I rose my body on top of his and began to go to work. I kissed his neck and slid to his right shoulder, moved lower and licked his armpit. This was his first moan. I knew he was "getting into this" and I could be free to do whatever I chose. I breathed hot air on him as I moved to stimulate his nipples, down his sternum, stopping to tongue fuck his navel. I exhaled once again as I began sliding down his treasure trail to his pubes. I nestled my nose into his blonde patch, while letting my tongue flick at the base of his cock. He began to writhe. My tongue travelled down the topside of his shaft, then down over his piss slit, licking only a tiny drop of pre-cum. I explored the underneath of his shaft and his scrotum, engulfing one testicle at a time...finally, the whole sac. From above, I heard an, "Oh, my God.". I smiled. I had him where I wanted him now. I had teased him long enough. He wanted me to suck that thing into my mouth, down my throat as far as it would reach...and that, I did. With a great lunge, I took his whole penis in my mouth in one gulp. His penis throbbed once it was completely inside. My hands reached up to tweak his nipples. As my hands wandered upward, sure enough, his stomach and chest had broken out in perspiration. Boy, had he heated up! His reached down to my head to play in my hair. I knew he was experiencing something new...for the first time. I would bet my life that little Southern Baptist, Karen, had NEVER gone down on him, much less, ever let him fuck her. I wanted this to be good for him. I changed positions with my head, used various tongue stokes, changed speeds of my head and mouth motions. I predicted he would be ready to cum in just about 30 seconds. I'm glad I didn't bet, because he was THERE in 15. He thrust his pelvis forward as he unloaded, not only his sweet juice, but years of being frustrated and horny. I let him sink deep into my throat, so as not to spill a drop. He lunged forward about five times, and then it was over.
When it's "over" is the scariest part about sex. That's when the guilt or anger sets in, on the one who has just climaxed. Too many guys, lose interest once they have cum...or they become belligerent, wanting to hit or curse. That's always the risk about having sex with a "straight" guy. The "gay" partner has to wait for an approval or a "kick". I couldn't decide whether to stay there and wait for his move or go back for an acceptance kiss. I went back to rest my head on his shoulder. He said nothing. So it was up to me to see how he felt.
"Well, how was it?...did you like it?"
"You know damned well I liked it. Who the fuck wouldn't?"
"Wanna go for seconds?" I asked.
"Maybe....Mark...I wanna do you."
"You don't have to. I got warm just going down on you."
"I know I don't have to, I want to....I said that whatever happened would be just between you and me, so no one will ever know. This may be the only time in my life I'll ever be able to try anything like this and I don't want it to end unless I try...Do you mind?..That was a stupid question....I know you don't mind...just remember, it's my first time, so if I don't do it right, don't make fun of me...show me what to do."
"Randy, the art of having sex with a guy, is feeling free to do anything to your partner that you know would feel good to you...just don't start spanking or the rough stuff."
He laughed. "Shut up. I'm about to give my first blowjob."
"Randy, my body is yours...do anything you want...just don't hurt me...no pain...and watch your teeth. You can touch, kiss, lick, feel anywhere you want. If you need help I'll help. Just pretend you're doing it to yourself and you'll know exactly what to do."
He gave me a slight peck on the lips and began to imitate every movement I had done to him. When he finally took me in his mouth, I was startled when his fingers began to probe between my ass cheeks and he found my anal opening. He inserted his forefinger and began to poke me, in and out. This brave action excited him and he started a more agressive sucking motion on my dick.
"You want me to warn you before I cum?"
"No way, guy, I want the full treatment."
When his finger touched my prostate, he GOT the full treatment. I shot about a gallon in his mouth and down his throat. He swallowed as fast as he could, occasionally gagging. When he thought he had drained me, he returned his head to the pillow to join me.
"Well?", he asked.
"You're a natural-born straight cocksucker." I chided.
"Aren't you ever serious?"
"Seldom."
"What was it like for you to have a guy's cock in you mouth?"
"Strange...but I liked it....you know, when I put my finger up your ass?"
"Yeah."
"That's the way I jerk-off. I always put something...a finger...a candle...a roll of LifeSavers...something up my ass. I kept thinking all the time I was going down on you what a cock would feel like."
"You willing to find out?"
"Yeah, I think I want to."
"It can hurt...but I can and will be as gentle as possible."
"Go for it.
"Roll over on your stomach....If you feel like it later, I'll let you fuck me. OK.?"
"You're on, Buddy."
He rolled over on his stomach and I buried my face in his ass, lubricating his anus with my tongue, as deeply as I could. He kept moving his hips backward. He wanted this. And I wanted to give it to him. I spat on my cockhead and rubbed it to get it slick enough for an easy entry. We were still smothered with blankets, comforters, spreads, and the like, but I asked him to raise his butt up by getting up on his knees, so that the initial entrance would be less painful. I inserted my glans and let it rest for him to get use to the sensation. I didn't want to enter all at once and "end" the moment...but it was he, not I that pushed (backward) to envelop my whole shaft. God! Did he want it!! All my life I've heard how straight guys like it up the ass...I've never understood it. I wasn't going to take time to figure it out now. I know I was the one with my cock inside him, but HE was doing all the fucking. He started saying, "Oh!" with each backward lunge. I had to shush him for fear he would wake our hosting family. It always takes me longer to cum the second time, and after the blowjob he had just given me, I knew I could hold out 30 minutes or longer if he was enjoying it. He stopped for a moment to ask.
"Do you know any other positions?"
"Dozens of them." I replied.
"Let's try 'em all."
I was stunned in disbelief. I had worried that I had turned Jim into a "jerk-off" monster, but what had I unleashed this time? For the next hour we went through every position I had ever tried or seen in a book. He liked it best on his back with his feet up in the air...this way he could pull my head down to kiss me while I was fucking him. I was tired...I was ready to quit...the only solution was for me to climax and I gushed another load into his bowels this time. I kept thinking..."Now he will want to fuck me, and I can't take an hour of this being done to me."
As I came, he came on his stomach at the same time. Maybe he would be too exhausted to want to reciprocate. I was wrong. He wanted to enter me NOW. Suddenly he was gay, and I was turning "straight", I laughed to myself. But hell, a deal is a deal. I asked him what position did he want me in. He chose his favorite...this time with me on my back with my legs in the air. And then fortune smiled on me, I don't know how he managed it, but I swear he was only in me less than a minute, when he filled me full with his load. He was tired...I was the one who was exhausted. We lay side by side, quietly for a long time.
"Are you warm now?" I asked.
"I'm roasting....you?"
"Hot as a firecracker."
"Think it will be cold again, tomorrow night?"
"The weatherman said, this cold snap would last the whole week."
"Fate works in mysterious ways....Mark, when did you first know you were queer?"
"When I was about six years old...I use to get hard-ons in the movies looking at all the good-looking actors."
"I think I just found out about myself, tonight."
I hope he couldn't see the puzzled expression on my face as he embraced me tightly and went to sleep. I wondered, which boy in the band would be next....