This story involves man to man (gay) sex; so if you don't want to read these types of stories, stop reading. If you are under the age of 18, go away and come back on your 18th B- Day. Please don't copy this e- mail and post in other places. Author (me) holds all rights to this story. All that said, hope you enjoy the story. Feedback is welcomed. My e-mail address is fratbi1292@aol.com. This is my first attempt at putting these stories in words, so please be easy on me. I have a ton of stories to share, so I guess if this goes well, I can share them too.
During part one, I said something about just now coming to terms with being gay. But what I didn't say was that I have also just started coming out to friends in the last two weeks. Only to friends, not ready to deal with the family yet. What does this have to do with the story? Well, hold on.I'll get there. About six months ago, I was watching a movie. 'Broken Heart Club' or something close to that. It had Superman (Dean Cain) in it. In one scene, one of the characters is telling another one that his dad had died before he could tell him he was gay. Basically he was saying that his dad never really knew him because he didn't know his son was gay.
That really hit home with me. I consider myself a pretty great guy (and modest too, huh?). I have a lot of friends, but the thought that they didn't know such a huge part of my life really bothered me. Told my first friend on my 32nd birthday. Had a few beers (ok, quite a few), and I was sitting at the table just thinking, 'what the fuck?'
And then I said it, "Julie, I'm gay."
She laughed. Looked at my face and said, "holy shit, your serious."
And this, dear reader, is when we get back into the story. See, one of the reasons why I had done it was because John had told me earlier about when he came out. Don't ask, I'm not going to repeat the story.and John won't be telling it until its time in his story. (So, please don't ask.) But it affected me greatly. It was one of those moments when you look in the mirror, and say holy shit.if he has the balls to go through that, I can certainly go through this.
Julie and I sat there and talked for hours as I proceeded to get kinda drunk. After a couple hours, we packed it in and headed home. I left and headed out to my truck. When I got in, I decided I had to call John and let him know. I called Johns voice mail at work and basically said, " well, I fucking did it. God this is going to suck and its all your goddamn fault." (The answer to your next question is yes; my life has been so much better ever since I discovered I could blame John for everything.you should try it. ?) Some of you might understand that feeling. I had just made that big step, and I had no one that I could talk to that would really understand what I was going through.
The next day John and I talked and he was very cool. Very supportive, and I think he even said he was proud of me (what a guy). However the little dictator in him did come out. My theory was that I was just going to send an email to everyone and leave town for a couple days (I was basically kidding, but I would have loved to do it that way). He informed that wasn't ok. See, again his fault. He was right though. Emailing was not the way to do this. He also told me that I couldn't take is slow, that I would be a lot happier if I did it as fast as made sense. (I hate it when he's right.)
So, I made a list of the people I had to tell. First up was Mike. I have known Mike for at least 12 years. Great friend. He was a freshmen, when I was a junior. His big bro Jeff and I were really good friends. My first little bro, Pete, and Mike were great friends.so the four of us spent a lot of time together. I was even in his wedding a couple months ago. We went out to dinner and then his wife left us to have a boys night out. After a few cocktails, yes a pattern was starting to form, I told him. This was a frat brother. In fact, we are such good friends that I talk to him at least once a week. Again, I knocked it out of the park. He was so cool with it, that I thought I was going to cry. We talked for hours and he asked a ton of questions.lets just say it's a little weird being asked about your gay sex life from a frat bro. But then I realized, that we've been talking about his love life for years. He wanted to know what was going on in my life. It was a great feeling to be able to talk about it without changing pronouns. He really was cool with it.
After we left the bar, I drove him home. I dropped him off, and the route from his house to mine goes right by a small gay bar. I figured, what the hell. I deserve to celebrate. I parked my car and went in. Usually when I'm in any bar, I always end up playing video poker. It's basically the video games that they have in casinos; but out here in Orygun we can have them in bars. I lost $5-$10 dollars; and then sat down at the bar to knock back a few more beers before I headed home.
I was sitting at the bar for maybe 5 minutes when these three guys walked in and took the three stools next to me. Two of them were very much a couple, but the third was flying solo. I'll try and describe him, but I'm not very good at this. I was looking away when they came in, so I wasn't sure about height. I could tell he wasn't a tall guy, but no real idea of actual height. Short dark hair and was clean- shaven. Wearing jean shorts and a button down shirt. It was the eyes though. He had these sexy eyes. He had these very dark, intense eyes. He was also pretty dark skinned. I was thinking Greek at the time, but I really had no idea. Well, I guess it was also the smile. Teeth are important to me. I spent too damn long in braces to not be aware of good teeth.
So, now I'm staring. Granted, I'm trying to play it cool by watching TV. But it was a rerun of ER with sub-titles. Yeah, I'm real cool huh? So, I'd look at him.wait for him to look back and catch me. Smile, and look up at the TV. This went on forever. Ok, maybe 10 minutes. His friends got up and started playing pool. I wasn't sure if he was going to make a move or not, but I was working on a plan of my own when he looked over at me.
"So, are you from Chicago?"
"Huh?" I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. I was in Chicago in April, but how did he know that. It actually freaked me out. Maybe I had met him and forgot. Lately I've been kind of a slut, so it was damn possible.
"The hat?" he said. Oh, I was wearing a Cubs hat. Needless to say, I was feeling kind of like a dumb ass by now.but hey, the ice was broken. We talked and the whole time I could not stop staring at his eyes. They were beautiful. I'd tell you how long we talked, but then John would just call me a slut again. But lets just say it wasn't very long. But it was after 1:00, and I had been drinking for awhile. It had been an emotional week. I decided it was time to go. I couldn't tell if this was going anywhere or not. Frankly I was getting to tired to care.
I paid my tab, looked at him again, smiled (I have a pretty damn good smile myself if I do say so) and then headed for the door. He followed, which I took to be a good sign. We got outside and started walking down the street to my truck, talking.
"So, where did you park?", I asked.
"Oh, I actually walked." He replied.
"Would you like a ride?"
See, it was all just so innocent. I was just a nice guy giving him a ride home. We drove the 10 or so blocks to his house. I pulled up to his apartment building and he invited me in. You may have guessed by now that I said yes. As soon as his apartment door was closed we were making out. You may remember from part one, that I am really into kissing. I'm not sure why, but just the feeling of having a strong body in your arms. Breathing together as you explore each other's mouths and bodies. I think a lot of guys when they first come out are scared about kissing, because it is such a personal thing. There really isn't anything much better for me. (Fine, sex is better.but just the feeling of having such a close connection is pretty intense.)
We stood in the doorway of his apartment for a couple minutes kissing. He was a great kisser; but to be honest he just let me take the lead. I'm usually ok with that. I'm not afraid to show what I want. Start out slowly, with just the lips touching. Gradually I start to work my tongue into his mouth. And then they our tongues will meet. The tongues that just barely touching. Meanwhile my hands are holding onto his hips. I gradually start moving them as well. First I'm move them down to his butt. He had a great ass. By now I realize he is shorter than I am. That isn't a turnoff for me, but usually I'm into guys my height or slightly taller. Then I work my way down to feel his legs, and then back up to his waist. The pressure of the kissing is getting more intense. I'm working his mouth with my entire tongue. But I can already tell from my exploring that he has a hard ass body.
I then grab him and pull him to me so that our bodies are rubbing together and I can feel his erection. I start moving my hands up under his shirt. Feeling his tight, slightly hairy stomach. I move away from kissing his mouth and start working my way over to his ear. His stubble is scrapping against my face. It hurts, but I love the feeling. Also, that loud scraping sound as stubble meets stubble. I was really leading the action. That is never my intent, but once I get into the moment.I just can't help myself. The pace and intensity is really starting to pick up. I have one hand on the back of his head and the other is tweaking his nipple. Right then I pull back and look him in the eye.
"Dude, I really have to take a piss."
I'm all about romance. ? While I was in the bathroom, he was going around the apartment turning all the lights off. When I got done, the only light on was in his bedroom. So, that's where I went. I walked up behind him and grabbed him around the waist and pulled him to me. We stood like that for a minute or two. I was standing with my chest to his back, with my arms around him. I worked my hands all over his chest, arms and then down to his stomach. Then I slowly moved them down onto his pants and massaged his package. He was as hard as I was. I was wearing a loose pair of shorts, so it was very apparent that I had an erection. I was grinding into his ass. I slowly worked my way around until I slowly undid his pants. I slowly started working them down his legs, when I realized he still had his shoes on. I turned him around, kissed him, and then pushed him back onto the bed. He let out a half cry, half groan in surprise. I got his shoes off and kicked my own off at the same time. I finished taking off his pants and pulled him back up into my arms.
Ok, he was a couple inches shorter than my 5'10". But standing there in his underwear (plaid boxers), white socks and t-shirt; I didn't give a damn. Now its always a turn on for me when a guy leaves his socks on. I have no idea why. It's not a fetish or anything weird. I just find it sexy. So, I went for his shirt. Gradually pulling it up over his head. I just stood there for a few minutes rubbing my hands over his chest. The build up was great. Both of us knew where this was going, but neither seemed in a hurry to get there.
After a couple minutes, I pushed him back onto the bed again. He was lying back resting on his elbows so he could watch me. I undid my shorts and gradually slide them down to the ground. As I had been undressing us both, I had been throwing things all over his apartment. I spared you the details, but wallets, hats, keys, etc. were all over the place. My shit soon joined everything else.
I was wearing a pair of boxer briefs. I climbed up on the bed. I just hovered above him for a minute looking at him. He started moving his hands up my arms and around my waist and over my chest. After a minute of two of this, I leaned in and kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down on top of him. We kissed for the next 5-6 minutes rolling around on his bed. At one point, I was lying on top of him when he starting wrapping his legs around my waist. He got them around me and squeezed. Now the position it self is one of my favorites. But when he squeezed, I thought he was going to break a rid or something. As I let out a gasp, he laughed and whispered in my ear.
"I used to be a dancer."
That's where he got the great ass and legs. I had heard about dancers, but this was the first time I had been with one. He finally let go so that I could breath again. We kissed for another minute of two and then he started sliding my boxers off. His quickly joined mine on the floor.
Now naked, except for our socks, he started working his way down my chest. I was starting to think I was going to be doing all the work, so when he finally took over I was happy. He rolled over on top of me and started kissing his way down my body. When he got to cock, he actually skipped it and starting going down my legs. He kept kissing and biting all the way down to my toes. When he got to my feet, he gave me a great foot massage. Put finally he worked his way back up to my cock.
He slowly took me into his mouth and started inhaling me. We had been messing around for almost 30 minutes by now, so I was stiff as a board. He worked on me for a couple minutes, gradually licking up one side and then down the other. One hand was working on my cock, the other was playing with my balls. I was kicked back with my hands behind my head just enjoying what was happening. After a couple minutes, I had to make him stop. I was getting way to close and I didn't want this to end. Quickies are fine, but a long session just makes the orgasm that much more intense.
I pulled him up to me and we kissed again. I was going to pay him back when he stopped me.
"Do you mind if we just sleep for a little while?"
That really wasn't what I had in mind. But I can roll with it. So we curled up with me behind him. I'm not sure about him, but I was out in about 2 minutes.
I woke up about 90 minutes later and had to go to the bathroom again. I untangled myself and went and took a leak. When I came back into his room, he was awake smiling at me. I climbed back into bed and gave him a questioning look. Basically, are you ready yet.
The little nap had done us both good. I had sobered up some; and he had gotten some sleep. We quickly were both hard again. He then rolled on top of me and said those magic words.
"I want you to fuck me."
Its so nice when everyone agrees.
"Its been awhile, so it'll be easier if I'm on top." He said.
I was ok with that. I hadn't had someone ride me in quite awhile. He reached over a grabbed a condom and some lube. I grabbed the lube and started working it into his ass while he was slipping the condom on me. All the pent up excitement from earlier was back and I was ready to go. He got the condom on, and I added a little lube to it just to make sure all our bases were covered.so to speak.
I leaned back and started exploring his body with my hands while he was lining my cock up. He gradually lowered himself onto me. Right then I grabbed one of his nipples and he groaned out load.
"Jesus," he said. "My nipples are really sensitive."
That was the wrong thing to tell me. Every couple of minutes I would reach up and tweak one just to see his reaction. He continued to lower himself onto me until my entire cock was in him. We just stayed like that for a few minutes while he got used to it. Then he gradually started sliding up and down on my dick. When I was all the way in, he would rotate from side to side and then pull off again. He was taking his time, but gradually started speeding up. He leaned over me some and I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to me. As we kissed he continued to ride me. I was trying to raise my hips off the bed to get my dick as far into him as I could.
He sat back up and really picked up the pace so that he was going as fast as he could. As many of you know, that's tough to do in that position but he gave it a shot. I started stroking his dick because I wanted him to come at the same time. And I was getting close.
I grabbed him and we rolled over so I was on top. I pulled his legs around my waist and started slamming my dick into him. We were way past the, lets make it last point. We both were ready to cum.
"Come on, fuck me. Ram that dick into me."
He was really turning me on with the talk. Sweat was dripping off of me onto him. I finally pulled out, ripped the condom off and moved up so I could stroke both our cocks at the same time. I came almost immediately. He came about 2 seconds later. I collapsed on top of him after I came. We just laid there for 3-4 min. while we came down from that sexual high. I finally rolled off and we laid side by side, kissing. He got, grabbed a couple towels and came and cleaned us both off. He climbed back into bed and we slept for a couple more hours in that spoon position again.
About 6:00 am, I woke up thinking, "where in the hell am I?" He woke up soon after. Maybe it was me kissing on his neck. I'm not sure.
We kissed a little, but had actually only finished fucking an hour before. I got up and told him I had to get going. It wasn't just an excuse, I had to feed my poor dog. I got his number and headed out. Now the reason I tell you that part, is because I was actually going to call him. But I lost his damn number. Of all the times I didn't want to call.now that I did, I had lost the number. Doesn't that just suck? Hopefully I'll see him again.
Earlier I had told you how Yoda thought that I should 'come out' to my friends as fast as possible. That sounds like a great plan, but it has its drawbacks. For one, I was on an emotional Roller-Coaster the entire time. One day I was in a great mood; the next I was either depressed or mad. Sometimes I was both. During this period John and I had what I like to call a couple of misunderstandings. Some might call them arguments; but those people aren't writing this.
In hindsight, I can honestly say that they were both really stupid. Stupid and I was probably responsible for a good portion of the cause behind them. (I say 51%, John might have a different answer.) He would say something.I would take it wrong. Then I would be mad and either take it out on him or say something back that upset him. I'm not going to go into the actual details, which I'm sure you are grateful about. But a couple things happened. One, we had one of our best talks. We were able to clear up some confusion about things I had said and the way in which he took it. Or maybe it was the other way around; I can't remember. We had gotten to a point where instead of just being 'chatters', we were actually becoming friends. My whole point to this was as an introduction to the manner in which I like to make up with people when we fight. (I mean when we have a misunderstanding.)
John and I were chatting late on a Friday afternoon. He was at his office alone. There were others in my office, but no one near me. It all started so innocent. Just two guys talking about what they like to do. But if you haven't noticed, John is a horny fucker. Frankly, so am I. Within minutes of easy banter about what we liked in general, we were talking about what we wanted to do to each other. It got kinda out of hand. Ok, not kinda..it really got out of hand.
I started going into detail about the blow job I would give him. Here's a small part:
ryan: drop down and start sucking that big dick or yours....
ryan: slowly up one side...
ryan: circle the tip....work my way back down.
alt76frat: ooo baby
ryan: use my tongue on your balls...sucking them in.
alt76frat: I love getting my balls sucked
alt76frat: you're killing me Ryan
ryan: see, i'm kind of a tease too.
ryan: i'm down in your lap...sucking on one, then the other
Yeah, I kept a copy of the 'chat' we had that day. I guess it was ego. That, and it really turned me on that I was getting him off while we were both sitting at work. Now, the 'chat' had changed tones. I made the mistake of revealing some personal information. See, I've always been a top. Don't get me wrong, the idea of taking it from a guy is not an issue. I just haven't found the right guy. Well, when I told brother John.his reply was "Sweet Jesus". Has a way with words doesn't he? That little comment lead to an entire discussion about how he wanted to take my 'cherry'. (Damn, I'm off point again.) Getting John off is not tough. There are a couple things to know: He likes to have someone else take control, he likes it a little rough and he likes a little size. Such a demanding guy, huh?
So, I continued on with my verbal stimuli..I just kept talking dirty to him. If I remember right, I was telling him how I would have him bent over his desk at work while I was fucking the hell out of him. Then out of the blue I get:
alt76frat: totally just blew a huge load
ryan: thats my boy!!!
alt76frat: hold on, let me clean up
ryan: i'm pretty good at this.
alt76frat: Damn good at this. I have cum all over the rug under my chair
I was strutting like a peacock the rest of the day.
Ok, basically I got him off. He claims it was the first time he's had cyber sex. For some reason it made me pretty proud that I got him off. But it also gave me an idea.
I was almost done telling my friends that I was gay. I actually finished that weekend. In part one I told you about some money I had received.well I still had a good portion of it. I felt at this point that I 'owed' something to John. Don't get me wrong; it had been me that actually went through everything. But John had been great. John is a normal sounding, straight acting, funny, caring, somewhat smart (ok, that's pushing it) guy.who was a frat boy that came out to his friends. He lived through it. So, I guess I was able to use that as a ...security blanket for lack of a better term. Basically, I could get through this. I know I'm making John sound like a God, and believe me he ain't. ? But he was putting up with my mood swings, helping working out issues, basically just being a friend. That's awful tough for someone that you've only emailed back and forth with and talked to on the phone. So, I decided that I needed to come up with a present to show my appreciation as well as a celebration of my coming out.
I had the perfect idea.
But alas, dear reader.that's part 3. But I have decided to wrap this up in 3 parts instead of four. Thanks for your emails. Makes it more interesting to hear what you have to say.