This is a new tale with the gorgeous character from the 'All for Terry' story. Its a different tale about thus stunningly beautiful man that passed through my life ever so briefly some years back. And different story with the same people meeting under different circumstances. Again its only fiction as this beautiful man and i never did anything but meet. 'Two ships passing in the night' as it were. But never docking together.
This is for Terry. Where ever he may be.
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All for Terry (A Long Wait (11)
... "What!?" I had almost shouted out
I sat there in Terry's place. He had brought me in to make sure I was okay after the Oscar incident. And we talked a bit. Well he asked me if I was gay. And then this beautiful man confessed to me he was gay. Something I had never expected to hear. My face lost all its color and I felt almost light headed from his words. Terry was gay? It was something I didn't think I had in common with anyone I knew. But here it was and here he was confessing this to me
"No shock" he stated as he looked at me "I am proud to be" "And if you are as well. You should be too" "Loving someone else. Man, woman, whatever. Its for you and no one else."
I felt his hand squeezed at my shoulder again. Firmer than before. I looked at him and he smiled again. Then he said he kind of thought I might be too. Something about the way my eyes looked at men.
"I saw your eyes checking me out" he laughed "I think you are cute too"
I half smiled at his comment. But didn't think someone as growled as him would ever find ordinary me cute. I looked up at him and thanked him for being so kind. Then tried to reply to what this conversation was in at the moment. Me and my sexuality.
"I, I really don't know anything" I said "I am so totally confused about everything"
Again the squeeze on my hand . Then he said it was okay. That I would one day figure out what and who I was. And until I did, if I wished to experiment, that that was okay too. Terry saying that he took had tried both sides to finally realized thate he 'liked dick'. He chuckled as he said this. And he said that men were far better looking at least so long as they were his 'type'. I was sitting there just looking at him as he spoke. Looking at that face I thought was perfect. His facial structure, his sexy jaw line. The stubbly face and growing mustache on him. A dark dirty blonde color in it. His unkept hair that looked fantastic in her m. Framing his gorgeous face. His dreamy eyes that I wanted to dive into. To get lost in their hazel green pools. His perfectly shaped nose and those lips below his mustache. The lower lip filler than the upper. But both slightly moist from him tongue licking there. This man was so beautiful in my eyes. And would easily be the catalyst to my realizing I was indeed gay. Beyond all other things that may be in my life. Terry was my dream man'.
"Let's get you home" he then said
I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to deal with the judgement there with my hateful parents, my asshole brother, and just their whole way of thinking.
"Can I just hang out here for a bit" I then said "Not ready to go there" "Sure buddy. I get it" Terry said tapping at my hand
He offered me some water and I nodded in agreement. Then he got up and went to get me some more. I watched his perfect ass as he walked away from me. Feeling that tingle in my groin again. Then I pondered what he was, was he a top or bottom. Phrases I had heard of and knowing what they meant. For his ass was bottom material. But the rest suggested all top. And then my thoughts linger d on an image I could only dream to come true. This perfect man on top of me. His ass flexing as he thumped his dick into me. A sexual image I had seen in the magazines my brother had. But most certainly none of those porn guys came closer to this mans beauty. So I sighed as I looked at him. Terry came back and gave me the water. And then I decided to ask the typical question. Why, and when. When did he know and what was his catalyst.
"Wow. That's a long story" he said with a sigh
He looked at me as I waited for his answer. He was a little put back by talking about it, but he then just said it out. And I was shocked at the answer.
"It was the coach at school." He said to me "The coach at your school at that" "Now what was his name?"
He sat there trying to remember the man that had been his first crush, list or what have you. But his mind could not conjure up the name. As for me, I wonder was it my coach. The one that I had come to trust with my issues and such. Could he have had the hots for coach Janson. I mean he was not much older than me and the coach had been at the school for several years to my knowledge. So I said the name
"You mean Coach Janson?" I asked Terry
He looked up for a second. Thinking about the name. Then he nodded and smiled as he agreed that it was my coach.
"Yes. That him, coach Janson " he said he with a sigh "I always thought he was so hot" "Is he still there?" "Yes" I replied. "He is still there"
Terry then smiled softly, obviously recalling a memory of the coach. So I wondered if he took had been with the coach as I had been. Then I imagined his perfect mouth wrapped around the coaches dick. That dick I had had the pleasure of sucking for the first time.had the coach kntrodud d him to the gay life.and if he was gay because of it's would that make me so too. And then Terry divulged to me that he and the coach had indeed done things together.
"He was my first" Terry then said "And he was great and nice" "I appreciated him teaching me as he had"
So it has happened. Terry and the coach. I looked at him with the face of someone who had understood what he had experienced. Then he gazed back at me and saw my face. And Terry too saw that I had been with the coach. It was obvious in my face.
"Oh" he blurted out "Have you? Have you and the coach..?"
I did not answer. I could not answer. I just looked at him with a face of fear. He had just by looking at me discovered my secret. A horrible secr t I had thought.
"How far?" He then asked "Did he fuck you?"
I nodded no'. Terry seems to shuffle in his chair. I saw his hand move down to under the table. Then he plainly said that this talk was getting him aroused. Then he stood up and and blatantly adjusted his junk in his pants. My eyes caught sight of a bulge under his fingers. A growing bulge. Terry was indeed getting excited because of our talk. His arm and chest flexed under his shirt too. And again I felt a tingle inside me.
"Sorry. Remembering the coach just got me horny. Shit!" He huffed "It was a hot time in my youth"
He saw my eyes were on his crotch still. Then he let go of it. I could make out that his pants were tenting some from his aroused dick and it was a good sized bulge.
"So did you blow him?" He then asked
Again I was unable to get the words out. I just nodded in the affirmative. A shamed look on my face. He moved in around the table and touch my arm again. Telling me that it was okay. That he had too several years back with the coach. Adding because he again thought the coach was hot.bthen asked if he still was hot as it was 6 years since he had last seen the coach in person.
"He is okay" I said "Not uhm.."
I was at a loss to say what I was wanting to say. That he was not fully my type. As if I really had one so young. But I know it I did, that my type would be Terry and his perfect look. Yeah, Terry was definitely my type.
"Not your type" he finished "That's fine too. I know back then he was certainly mine" "Great body. And nice dick too" "So what would be your type?" He then asked me
I looked at Terry. Not wanting to say that he was it. Also still not wanting to admit I was gay. And he could tell j was still a bit uncomfortable. So he added something to the question
"I mean if you were gay, that is?" He stated
I felt my heart begin to beat harder in my chest. The question was a doozie. Deep down I knew it. All the signs were there. And being here with him alone only seemed to confirm it. For all I wanted to do was kiss Terry's lips. To feel his body against me, to grab for his dick and do things I never have done before. Then he made it worse. Terry then lifted up his shirt and pulled it up over his head. I was now staring at his chest. If the water were still in my hand I would drop it. For he was stunning. That was all I could say in my head. 'Stunning'. Before me was his broad naked chest. Strong pectoral that were finely covered in to my blonde hairs. He had apparently let his chest hair start to grow, and it was gorgeous. Accentuating the shape of his chest. His shoulder awere also broad and strong looking. The biceps and arms a glorious sight. He was actually bigger than the coach in every dimention.Terry was an adonis if ever there was one.
"Oh my God" slipped from my lips as I gazed at his sheet beauty.
He pulled his hand to his chest and ran his fingers over it. I followed it as I caressed his chest. Wanting it to be my hand in him. Feeling those tiny hairs in his beautiful form
"How about me" he then said "Am I your type?".....
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