Hi Readers! I'm not gonna repeat the usual stuff, as you being in this site should know you're allowed to read this. This story involves a love affair between two men (in their thirties). I'm afraid this first chapter has no sexual scenes. Please be patient as there's a lots to come and you can expect tow people always fucking, in a romantic story.
Coming-Out-1
Hey guys, I am Chris McConnell, obviously a gay, living in a suburb, Newton. I am aged 30, a lab technician, acting as a straight guy to the outside world. It's not that I don't want to expose myself, rather just that I am a bit confused. You could call me a virgin, if you don't consider mutual masturbating an act of sex. I have sometimes masturbated with my friend Davis, who's a straight guy. Most of the time, I'm one of those guys who lock themselves in their toilets and think of Banderas or Clooney as their sex mate and jack off. Ihave always dreamed of finding a lover, a hunky lover, who would accept me as his only love and all that. I don't prefer the sissy types or cross-dressers and whatever variations there are, no offense guys, but just my views. I always wanted a man, who'd love another 'man'. That's it. I have blue eyes which people say could attract any chic, with wavy black hair that would never settle on my head as I comb it. You could call me fairly muscular, as I workout every weekends, as I don't find time every morning... OK! I give up! Not that I don't find time, but I'm lethargic. Iam about five-feet- eleven, slightly hairy chest and what else... Ah! An usual, six-to-seven inch cock (I really am not sure cause I never took out a tape and measured it). I think that's enough about me.
It was when Mark moved into the neighborhood, that everything changed about my life. He is no usual gay-neighbor who fell in love with a boy living alone at the next door. No! We had to go through a lot before peace settled on our lives. Mark was a straight guy, two or three inches taller than me and a year elder to me with deep blue eyes, dark brown hair and muscular frame, though he should work on his stomach to make him a perfect Zeus. He looked as majestic as Zeus, something in his eyes made him look as if he was the King. If he didn't shave his moustache and beard for a week, he'd be a perfect Zeus that we see in the paintings.
I still remember the day when he moved in the next door.
He drove a black Toyota and I went over to his place and welcomed him into the neighborhood. We always do it. I was invited by my neighbors with a great bunch of flowers. So, I did the same to him. Mark told me he was a surgeon and was working in the same hospital in which I worked. He told me he was divorced recently and had to find a new place for him as their old apartment belonged to his wife... ex-wife. He didn't tell me anymore about his married life and I am no gossip-loving guy. The moment we shook hands, I felt a stirring in my groin. That wasn't unusual for me, as my dick always reacts to hunky men, no matter who they are and I think I immediately broke the handshake, afraid I might get myself in an embarrassing situation as I wore only a shorts with no undie beneath, that day.
Chatting for a few minutes about our lives and our interests, I retreated back to my house. I was relieved when I came back and went into my bedroom. Closing all the windows, I pulled my shorts down and closed my eyes. I tried to conjure up his naked image in my mind, lying beside me. I gave him a muscular frame as his T-shirt suggested and gave him a cock around my size and jacked myself off. A minute later, when I was almost cumming, I heard my doorbell buzz. That broke the image in my mind. I swore under my breath and tried to ignore the bell, but the buzzing was persistent and I couldn't see Mark in my mind with that damned thing blaring like horns in my head. I gave up and pulled up my shorts, and pulled down my T-shirt so as to cover my erection and reached for the door. My God! It was the hunk, Mark, standing outside.
"Um... I'm sorry to disturb, I actually forgot to get some milk and I don't know how to get to the market. Can you help me with the directions? I need to do the shopping besides. Are you free now?"
Man! This hunk was asking me to go with him to market. Oh! That sent a wave of excitement through my cock, which indecently jerked inside my shorts that my T- shirt couldn't conceal now. His eyes shifted to my bottom as my cock jerked and then back to my face, feeling embarrassed. I wasn't sure what to do. I simply cleared my throat and said, "Uh, yes, yes. Sure. Give me a minute to change." I said and ran to my bedroom.
Damn! That was so stupid of me. What would he think of me? Shit! I cursed myself as I stuffed my half-erect member into my undie and put on a jeans and T-shirt that my mom gifted me for my last birthday.
"I'm ready, Mark. Let's start."
We had a nice day and I learned that he loved playing table tennis, which was my passion. I even bought one and played with my cousins when they came to my house occasionally, but lately, I haven't been playing much. After finishing our shopping, we returned back in Mark's car. I invited him for dinner over to my place and for a game of table tennis. Mark accepted to be at my place in an hour after a shower.
I was excited. I knew I wasn't gonna screw him, but still the thought of being with him made me feel excited. This wasn't something new to me, cause I'd felt the same with few other guys, who became good buddies and had good looks, spent lots of time with me. I always dreamed of them naked with me, and jerked myself off. You might be thinking me as a perfect jerk, but I have no other outlet and that's what I've been doing to satisfy the horny gay guy in me. I knew I couldn't expect more than that and decided to live with that.
Bidding him goodbye, I returned to my home and hit the shower and cooked the dinner. My doorbell chimed again within forty-five minutes, when I was decorating the salami. I knew it was Mark and almost ran to the door.
"Hi Mark! Come on in." I beamed at him. Wow! He looked damn sexy in that black tee shirt and that new, blue jeans. How I wish I could kiss him. I sighed inwardly and motioned him inside.
Mark closed his eyes and sniffed. "Hmmm! Smells great! What's it?"
"Salami."
"Wow! I'm already feeling hungry." He said, making circles with his palm on his stomach. I smiled sheepishly and muttered a thanks, "Shall we dine first or a game of TT?"
"Dinner sounds better, but I doubt if I can play after dinner. Besides," He glanced at his watch, "It's not yet my dinnertime."
I led him to the basement, where the table was. I bought the table a month later I joined the hospital and loved it. I cleaned it every month regardless of I played or not. I maintained its glossy look. We played for almost half-hour, continuously with a single break in between. Mark was a damn good player and I forgot about his sexy looks for that half-hour.
"Boy! You're too good at this." He exclaimed, as I won the game and wiped his sweaty forehead.
"Thanks. Why don't we dine?"
"Oh yeah, sure! I'm famished." He said and followed me to the dining room. We dined and talked more about our interests. Whenever I talked about his marriage, he smartly sashayed away from the subject. Not wanting to earn his dislike, I chose better than to pry more into that subject. I stared at him across the table and felt goosebumps in my skin. What was that? I've never felt like that before with any other sexy guys who dined with me. Of course, my dick reacted to their looks, but never my 'mind'. It seemed to now. I felt an emotion well up in me, not sure what it exactly was. I kind of became nervous and looked away from him. By now, my dick was way ahead of my mind and had grown to its full length under the table. I stood up slowly and turned away immediately towards the sink. Suddenly the room was silent.
"Hey Chris! Is something the matter? You've become quite suddenly?" I heard Mark behind me.
"Uh..." I cleared the tightness in my throat and snapped, "Nothing," and headed to the sink. This was something strange and alien for me. I never felt something like this before. Sex was all I'd ever wanted, but I suddenly felt some strange attachment towards him.
Stop it! I told myself. I hardly know him. I've just spent a day with him and don't know anything about him. Just stop it!
The later part of the night went in silence. Mark somehow seemed to sense my apprehensiveness and bid goodbye with, "Hey! I had a great day with you, man. Thanks. And that dinner, wow! I wish I had you as my cook," and laughed.
"Sure, why not! Besides, it's nice to have a company while dining."
"Hey! I'll become a bother to you, then-"
"Cut that crap. I don't mind cooking 'nother plate and you're not a bother at all." Where did that come from? Something asked me. I wasn't sure of whatever I was talking. My mind was completely foggy and when I saw him step out of my gate, I felt relief surge through me with a heavy sigh. My heartbeat slowed to normal. All this was strange to me. I didn't want to see him again, but my mouth babbled something to him. Shit! I cursed myself for may be fifteen minutes and finally retired to my bed.
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