Life Boat by Sin Titulo
The title sounds dire doesn't it. This story isn't about a sinking ship, but rather something that happend to me that didn't really involve a tragedy at all. At least not directly. In this case the life boat I speak of was a raft of overwhelming understanding that saved me from a life I wouldn't have wanted to live.
Although I didn't know it at the time, I was a gay man trapped in a heterosexual nightmare with no role models for a gay lifestyle to emulate, and my folks urging and even insisting that I get married and raise a family. We all have those early pressures on us right. No news there. My mother had picked out a girl for me, whose name was Carlotta. The girl actually turned my stomach, but to keep the peace in the house, and my sanity, we dated all through my last year of high school.
Since my folks were poor, there seemed to be little prospect of any higher education for me at the time, so I felt myself being pushed and dragged by both my folks and Carlotta to commit to something I had an unexplained horror of. I spent as much time alone as I could manage, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Finally, I decided to go talk to a trusted teacher. The woman, Mrs. N. was a godsend. I'd had four years in her Art classes, and she respected my talent as a painter. When I explained the problem, she understood that I was being forced into the space between a rock and a hard place.
She told me to try to relax and let her do some negotiations for me to see what she could do. I hadn't a clue what she was talking about, but I trusted her and left my problem in her hands. One Friday afternoon, I got a note while I was in my Biology class, to come see her after school. When I arrived in her office, she was talking to one of the male teachers of math. He was a younger man in his mid twenties, with short cropped hair, and a slight body. I'd never had him as a teacher, because he specialized in advanced mathmatics for which I had no talent or interest. My art teacher introduced us, and said that she had to deliver some paper work to the principal's office. Once she was gone, John H., suggested we walk out to his car, while we talked about my problems. He had to be at another school for a meeting, and didn't have much time.
Once we were in the deserted stairwell, headed down to the teacher's parking lot, he asked me point blank if I was gay. I hadn't a clue if I was, but told him I didn't think so. We walked in silence for a bit, until he asked me if I had ever had sexual thoughts about other guys. I screwed up my courage, because I knew he was trying to help me, and told him that I had had thoughts of hugging the school's star pitcher on the baseball team. John just nodded as we continued down the stairs. When we reached the parking level, he asked me what I thought might happen if I told Jim S, the pitcher, what I felt for him. I replied I thought I'd get punched out. Again John just nodded. At his car, he asked me if I wanted to ride with him and hang out while he was in his meeting. I agreed, and we got into his car and drove out of the lot.
"You know Darren," he said to me after we had joined into the traffic stream. You might be having these thoughts about Jim, because you're a gay person. I looked at him in a kind of shock, but he continued.
"Nothing wrong with being gay', he said. "In fact I'm gay. My partner is teaching Phys Ed at Jefferson', he said, using the name of a compettitive high school across town. I was still being shocked. I'd never met a man willing to say so openly that he was gay, and here I was in the car with one, who had told me he had a male lover, teaching Phys Ed.
"what. . .uh . . .kinds of things do guys do together?" I shocked myself with this question, and stared at my hands folded in my lap, and hiding a growing problem in my pants.
"We take turns doing what each other wants sexually. We both top and bottom when we fell the need."
"What does that mean?"
"What? Top and bottom?"
"Yeah."
"Just like it sounds. Sometimes I'm on top, and sometimes I'm on the bottom."
"You mean you put it into your partner or he puts his into you?"
"Exactly. You get the picture."
"Doen't it hurt taking the bottom?"
"A little at first, but you get over it pretty fast, and it feels great."
"How did you meet your partner?"
"Well, actually, we met in a bar near the campus where we were both getting our teaching degrees. It was a little place where a lot of guys hung out trying to meet other guys. He asked me to help him with his math class homework, and when we got to his apartment, he grabbed me and kissed me on the mouth. Things just took their natural course from there. We dated, at his apartment for several weeks, and always ended up having sex. When we graduated, we decided to try to stay together and find jobs if not in the same school, at least in the same city. So here we are, living together in an apartment complex, where there are a few other gay couples. We try to keep a low profile in the schools, because so many parents wouldn't understand our relationship." I nodded, but said nothing. My mind was racing with images of men doing sexual things to each other, and my cock had grown hard as rock.
John pulled into the parking lot of the other school, and parked his car in an empty slot near the entrance.
He killed the engine, and asked me if I wanted to listen to the radio while he was in his meeting. I said I wanted to think about things, so he shrugged, and got out and shut the door. I rolled the window doawn, and watched him go into the building. I needed to find some release from the pressure our talk had built up in my cock and balls. I couldn't do anything, because we were parked facing the building, and I could see people moving around in the windows.
I sat there and mulled over our conversation, and gradually began to realize I needed to do something about my thoughts about Jim the pitcher. I hatched a plan to ask him to go to a movie with me using two tickets to a world premere I'd won in a radio call in contest. When John came back out, I told him my plan.
He thought it was a good start, but warned me about being too forward on a first date.
Jim was happy to go to the movie with me especially since one of the actors in the film scheduled to be there for the premere, was a favorite of his, and he'd never seen him in person. We got there early, and got good seats in the center of the theater, about three rows from the stage. Jim was excited by the idea of being so close to the actor, and I was excited by being so close to him. Since I had provided the tickets, Jim bought me a large popcorn, and a coke. We shared the popcorn, and drank the coke before the film started.
It was announced over the speaker system, that there would be an intermission half way through the film, so the stars could come on the stage and talk to the audience. When the lights dimmed, Jim put his hand on top of mine, and squeezed. I nearly wet myself, and imediately began to get hard. I kept the nearly empty popcorn bucket in my lap to hide my growing dick from him.
The first part of the film was so so, and Jim's favorite actor, a big muscle bound TV western star making his first Hollywood film, was pretty sexually hot. Jim would squeeze my hand everytime he came on the screen. At the intermission, we were at first disappointed when the big muscular star didn't come out to talk to the audience. Several other actors appeared, and answered questions and told a few stories about the making of the film. Finally, when the audience seemed to be getting restless, the moderator of the show, announced that the limosine bringing the star, had finally arrived, we broke into cheers. The big man sauntered out onto the stage dressed in the costume from the film. We went wild. Jim was bouncing in his seat, and squeezing my hand tightly. My cock felt like it was about to explode.
The rest of the film, was so so, and when it ended, we both sat there while the audience filed out of the theater. I looked down, and realized jim had a hardon in his pants as big as mine. We waited until nearly the last of the crowd had filed out before either one of us was soft enough to get up and walk. Out front of the theater, Jim asked me if I wanted to sleep over at his house that night. I felt my pulse quicken, and told him I'd have to ask my mother. She said it was alright, when I called from a pay phone, and Jim and I talked about the film and the actor all the way to his house. By the time we got there, his folks were just leaving.
"we're going out to dinner with friends," his mother said. "We'll probably go back to their place to play cards for a while afterwards. Don't stay up too late hon, and don't do anything that might be dangerous." Jim's father chuckled, and they got into their car and drove away.
Jim made us a couple of sandwiches, and helped himself to his father's beer supply. He offered me one, and I took it even though I didn't like the taste of beer. In his room, we listened to the radio while we ate our sandwiches, and drank our beers. He showed me his photo album of all the team victories he'd pitched. We talked about girls for a while, and then he asked if I wanted another beer. I didn't, but said yes just so we could keep talking. I was in seventh heaven alone with him in his room.
Once the second beer round was finished, he yawned, and stretched, and announced he was ready to go to bed. I asked where I was to sleep, and he pointed to his double bed. "With me. We don't have a guest room. " My dick began to swell all over again when he told me that. He went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, and offered me a fresh toothbrush since I hadn't planned ahead and brought my own. When I finished brushing my teeth, he was already in bed, turned away facing the wall. I lifted the covers, and got a shock to see he wasn't wearing any pajammas or briefs.
"Hope you don't mind. I like to sleep in the nude." He looked over his shoulder at me and winked. "Get the light before you get in;will you?" I hit the light switch, and the room was plunged into darkness. I had kept my briefs on and hesitated about taking them off, but decided against it remembering what John had said about being too forward on the first date.
I crawled in behind him, trying my best not to touch his warm body. He let me get settled, then backed his butt up against my hip. He wiggled it a bit, and then turned over completely, and raised himself up on his elbows. He reached down and snapped the waist band of my briefs once, and said that I didn't need them as far as he was concerned. I nearly choked, and felt him start to tug them off me. My cock sprang to life in an instant, and I just knew when he realized it he would kick me out of his bed, and his house, and his life. I was nearly rigid with fear.
"What's this?" He was holding my briefs up to his nose in the dim light from the window. "There's a wet spot here that smells good." I stammered a few awkward sounds, and felt him reach under the covers and grope my raging hardon. I sighed too loud, and he squeezed me hard.
"I saw you get hard at the theater, and it made me hard as well. Feel." He took my hand, and pulled it down under the covers and put it on his own hardness. I sighed again. He leaned over me, and before I realized what was happening, he was kissing me on the mouth. His tongue was probing and pushing to get between my teeth, and I was suddenly opening up everything for him. He kissed me long and passionately, and slowly began to stroke my cock while he did. I began to leak precum onto his hand, which he would occassionallly bring up to his mouth and lick off.
"You ought to try mine," he whispered in my ear. "I taste it all the time." I felt the pool of wetness on the web between my thumb and forefunger and let go of his hardness to lick it off. It sent an electric shock wave through me, and suddenly I wanted more.
"You into sucking me man," Jim asked.
"I'd like to try it. I 've never done anything like this before. Have you?"
"Oh yeah. I've got a couple of buddies on the team that are into cock. We get together once in a while for sex. You know Mike G. and Tony D.?" I recognised their names and was surprised that either of them would be gay.
"Go ahead and get on my dick. I'll talk you through it. I'd like to cum in your mouth, so if you don't want it, just spit it out after. There's a cup on the night stand you can use." I leaned down and looked at his oozing cock in the dim light from the window. I wanted to see it better.
"Do you mind if we turn on the lamp?" I didn't wait for an answer, but reached over and switched it on. Jim was laying on his back raised up on the pillows watching me. His blue eyes sparkled in his ruddy handsom face, and his sandy hair was mused in a sexy way across his forehead. He smiled as I took his thick hard cock in my hand again. I looked at this object of my daydreams, and not infrequent night dreams, and examined it closely. It was about six or six and a half inches long, and as thick as a banana. The rosy head flaired wider than the shaft and looked almost angry with its hardness. A slick of precum glistened across the pink expanse, before slipping over the flair and down the shaft. The shaft itself was thick with bulging veins, and I could feel a constant throbbing in my fist, and realized I was feeling his heart pumping blood into his horny dick.
"Go ahead man. Take it in your mouth. Watch the teeth." I followed his instructions and soon had the salty tang of my first cock soaking in my mouth. I felt like drooling all over it. "OK. That's good. Now start licking under the head, and bob up and down a little bit. Don't let it get too deep for a while, or you'll gag. " I did as I was told, and he let out a long sigh.
"Man, you were born for this. How many cocks have you sucked before?" I pulled off for a brief moment to tell him the truth. He was my first and only sexual experience with another person to that moment.
"OK, then go at it a little faster, and try to get it a little deeper in your throat. If you gag, just pull up quick." He humped my face a little, and soon we had a nice give and take going. It seemed to me as if we did this for fifteen minutes before his breathing got more ragged, and he grabbed my head with his strong hands and groaned that he was going to blow his wad. I hardly knew what to expect. I'd seen my own cum shoot out of my dick as I jerked off, and knew that it could have some force behind it. I tried to prepare for what ever eventuality would happen.
The first squirt, hit the back of my throat and left a stinging sensation there. I swallowed instinctively, and pulled up until just the head was still in my mouth. He grunted, and tried to push my head down on his shaft again, but I resisted. The second shot boiled out in such profusion, my tongue was gummed up by the wad. I swallowed again, almost gagging on the cuantity. The third shot, was weaker, but still a lot to swallow, and by the time I got it down, he was beginning to dribble cum into my mouth in a thin stream. I finished swallowing what he had to offer, and finally, slightly out of breath, let his softening cock slip out of my mouth, and sat up. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and crossed my legs indian style on the bed and took hold of my still hard cock. I jacked myself a few strokes, while he recovered from his orgasim.
"Don't waste that," he whispered, and leaned over to open the drawer of his night stand. He removed a tube of something called KY, and handed it to me. "Slick you dick up with this stuff. I want to sit on it." I squeezed a bit of the clear gel onto the head of my cock, and wiped it down and around my shaft. I leaned back on my elbows and watched him stand up and put his feet on either side of my body. He lowered himself down until he could reach my cock. "Hold yourself up for me." I took my cock at the base, and aimed it at his crack. He lowered himself until I could feel the heat of his body through my cockhead. Suddenly, he was touching my cockhead with his butt. The next instant brought sensations I'd not been able to imagine in my dreams. The tightness and then the smooth heat of his rectum slipping around my hard flesh sent shivers through my body like I'd never experienced before.
After a moment, he was sitting astride my body fully impaled on my six inch cock. I was in heaven. He leaned down and kissed me probing my mouth with his tongue. I kissed him back, and slowly began to hump his ass.
"Yeah. That's it baby. Fuck me slow like that." Before long, we were both sweating and slick with the moisture on our skins. I leaned up and took a deep sniff of his underarm. The smell was intoxicating far more than the two beers I'd drunk.
"Roll with me baby, and get yourself on top. I want to put my legs over your shoulders so you can fuck me deep and hard." We managed the manuver without disengaging where it counted, and when it was completed, I was in the perfect position to fuck him the way I had dreamed of so many times before. He groaned as I took charge of the fuck, and let him have all that I could give him. I must have fucked him for several minutes before I felt myself rising to the occassion. I grunted out that I was going to cum, and he asked me to pull out and cum in his mouth. I tried to do as he asked but the cum started spewing out of my cock, and he lunged to capture the head. At that moment, I leaned over him, and my cock plunged deep into his throat, and I couldn't stop myself from fucking deeply into his mouth. I finished shooting everthing I had, and realized he was turning blue under me. I pulled out of him, and he gasped for breath. I started to appologize, but he held up a hand and waved me silent.
"That was great!" he wheezed. "Best fuck I've ever had. I'm going to have to introduce you to my buddies. They'll love getting nailed by your hard dick."
We laid down and tried to arrainge the covers over our bodies, and after we were settled, he reached over and wrapped his fist around my still semi-hard shaft. He stroked me a few times, and as we lay there in silence, he put his head under the covers, and took me in his mouth again. It took me longer to cum the second time, and the third time seemed to take forever, but I enjoyed every minute his mouth was working on me.
After the third time, I switched roles and sucked him again, and then again. By the time we had wrung ourselves dry of cum, sleep was not far off. I think it was getting light in the window, when I felt him spoon up to my backside with his hard dick pressed into my crack. He put an arm over my shoulder, and whispered to me to get the KY out of the night stand. I handed him the gel, and before long, he was slipping his hardness up into me, and I was fucked for the first time.
The following Monday, after spending Sunday at Tony D's house having sex in every imaginable position with the other two boys and Jim, I stopped into John's office first thing, and told him what had happened. He just got up and came around the desk and hugged me.
I had to go to my first class, and the tight soreness in my ass told me all day that I had found myself.
Later that day, in my art class, my teacher took me aside, and told me she had some good news for me, and to stay a moment after class so she could tell me what it was. When the bell rang, the rest of the students bolted, since it was the last class of the day. Mrs. N, the teacher, waited until the last one was gone, before coming to talk to me at my desk where I was still working on a small painting in gouach of a mother breastfeeding her child. I'd used a photo from National Geographic as my model.
"If you would like, I have found someone who will sponsor you at college." I looked at her for a long moment.
"What does that mean?" I finally could form a sentence.
"It's someone I've been talking to about you for several months. He and his wife are art lovers, and had a son who was killed in a skiing accident before he could go to college. They have a fund they had been creating for him, but since he can't be with us to use it, they have agreed to offer it to you, if you would like it." She watched my reaction to her words, while I silently took them in and continued painting.
"Is there a catch?" I finally asked.
"They feel you should have a chance. I explained about you parents and their position about education. The only catch would be that you do your best."
"I always do my best." I laid my brush down, and hugged her tightly. We rocked in that embrace for a full minute.
"I know you do," she said finally. "I know you do."
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