X-Andrew-WideReply: netnews.alt.sex.stories,netnews.alt.sex.motss X-Andrew-Authenticated-as: 0;andrew.cmu.edu;Network-Mail Received: via nntppoll with nntp; Sun, 28 Feb 1993 13:09:24 -0500 (EST) Path: andrew.cmu.edu!bb3.andrew.cmu.edu!crabapple.srv.cs.cmu.edu!cantaloupe.srv.cs.cmu.edu!das-news.harvard.edu!husc-news.harvard.edu!kuhub.cc.ukans.edu!caen!uunet!nowhere!nobody Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.motss Message-ID: 1993Feb25.103034.1834@nowhere.org Reply-To: an1662@anon.penet.fi Sender: nobody@nowhere.org Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Distribution: world Organization: Nobody's Home Nntp-Posting-Host: nowhere.org Lines: 228 Xref: bb3.andrew.cmu.edu alt.sex.stories:2055 alt.sex.motss:578
Message #506 To: All Subject: New Experiences
Well, since one person has requested, I'll tell you the next stage in my development. The place was Dallas, Texas. The time was several years after I had had my first gay experience in an X-rated book- store/arcade. I was still very much in the closet and petrified that anyone would find out about me. My sexual experiences were limited to anonymous encounters here and there along the way. Ah, but things were about to change.
I was in Dallas for the summer, working at Texas Instruments as a summer intern. I was living with my parents who had moved to Dallas some years previously. While I was in Dallas, I got word about an audition for a new show at a local community college. I was bored, so I auditioned for it and got the lead. Most of the rest of the cast were what you would expect to find in community theater--some talented, some not; some attractive, some not; but generally a good group of people. One of them, though, was special. Patrick was tall and slender, with short, brown, curly hair, the cutest dimples I've ever seen, and deep brown eyes big enough to drown in. One look at him and I was in love (or in lust--at that age, it's hard to tell the difference). Added to all of this, he had one of the best bass singing voices I've ever heard--with incredible richness and power. In short, he was everything I wanted to be, let alone love.
We had a get-acquainted party the night of the first rehearsal and I tried to spend as much of my time around Patrick as I could, without making it too obvious. Much to my surprise, I found out almost immediately that he was gay. I don't know how the subject came up, but when I found out, my heart almost stopped beating and my adrenaline level went way up. To think that I might actually have a chance at doing something with this man.... Of course, I still didn't know if he'd be attracted to me.
I didn't have the courage to come out of the closet to Patrick, even though he was gay. Maybe I was afraid of rejection or maybe old habits die hard. Fortunately for me, Patrick took matters into his own hands. He had seen me looking at him and he knew exactly what those looks meant. I guess I should explain that I was big and tall, with rather straight hair, not bad-looking, and (if I do say so myself), a great tenor voice. I found out later that I was everything that Patrick wanted to be! Added to this was the fact that I had shaved my beard and mustache to match a 19th-century gentleman's appearance (mutton-chop side whiskers merging with a handlebar mustache). Since Patrick was attracted to men with facial hair, this was a real turn-on for him.
We had a cast party just before the run began and Patrick asked me to give him a ride since his car had broken down. I sort of suspected something, but I still wasn't sure whether Patrick was attracted to me. I sure hoped so, though. While we were at the party, Patrick made sure that my glass was never empty. By the time we had to leave, I was feeling no pain (and no inhibitions).
Patrick, of course, had to drive me home. He kept one hand on the gear shift, which my leg was resting against, and every time he shifted, his hand brushed my leg. Even drunk as I was, I was getting very turned on and I finally realized that this couldn't be an accident--that this gorgeous man was actually interested in me.
Since Patrick didn't have his car, I naturally invited him in to spend the night. My parents had a pool and jacuzzi in the back yard and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to invite Patrick for a midnight swim. My parents had gone to bed much earlier and I knew if we didn't make too much noise, we'd be safe.
Naturally, Patrick hadn't brought a swimsuit, but he didn't protest too much when I suggested swimming in the nude. I couldn't believe that I had actually suggested it, but the thought of actually seeing him nude was too much for me. He slowly took off his clothes, never taking his eyes off me as I did the same. My dick was hard but I could see that he had a similar problem. When he took his underwear off and it leaped up for all the world to see, he just looked at it and laughed, then jumped into the jacuzzi.
I quickly followed, revelling in the sensation of the jets of water against my naked body and against my cock and balls. Patrick had arranged it so that no matter where I sat, I couldn't help touching him. Our legs met underwater and he brushed his legs up and down against mine. I leaned back, content to let him lead the way, and deliriously happy that a fantasy of mine was coming true.
When I opened my eyes again, Patrick had moved next to me and was reaching his hand up to stroke my chin. Taking my chin in his grasp, he pulled me to him as he crushed his lips to mine. We spent several minutes kissing one another while our bodies moved against each other.
My hands took on a life of their own as they roamed up and down, exploring every inch of this man I had dreamed about. The night, the beer, the jacuzzi, this man, had all come together and I was lost in a haze of delight. For the first time in my life, I made the first move as I ducked under water and took a long, close look at Patrick's rock-hard dick. I surfaced for air, but then dove back under immediately. This time I wanted more than a look as I took his long shaft into my mouth as far as I could. All I could hear down there was the roar of the jets of water in the jacuzzi, but my imagination filled in the sounds Patrick was making.
For the next several minutes, it was like I couldn't get enough of this man into me. I was literally worshipping his cock as I took it deeper and deeper until I finally had the whole thing lodged in my mouth and throat. I was beginning to get light-headed from lack of oxygen because I didn't want to leave him to breathe.
It was Patrick who slowed me down. He decided that events were moving too fast and so he suggested we jump in the pool and cool down for a minute.
Message #507 To: All Subject: Patrick, part 2
Patrick and I dove into the pool, which was shockingly cold after the warmth from the jacuzzi (some of it generated by us). We horsed around for a little while because I was feeling so relaxed and inhi- bition-free, it was almost like being a kid again.
We decided that it was time to head into the house and into the bedroom to finish what we had begun. We didn't bother dressing as we gathered up our clothes where we had tossed them and tiptoed through the silent house into my bedroom. Patrick entered first and I followed, gazing longingly at the muscles rippling in his smooth ass. I had never done anything with a man's ass before, but I knew I wanted to do something with Patrick's. I closed the door behind me and when I turned back around, he was waiting for me. He gathered me into his strong arms and plunged his tongue into my mouth as he explored every inch of it. His hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass as he pulled me into him, grinding our crotches together. Once again, I was content to let him take the lead, following him wherever he might choose to go.
Being still in a playful mood, I suddenly reached up and pushed him back onto the bed, and fell on top of him. Now it was my turn to be the aggressor as my hands roamed over his smooth chest and my tongue flicked lightly over his face and neck. I nibbled at his ear while my hands found the nipples of his chest. I massaged and tweaked them as he moaned lightly. Our dicks were still moving against one another and by now they were both slick with pre-cum.
I slowly teased him as I began licking lower and lower on his body. I stopped along the route to pay special attention to his nipples, pulling them into my mouth and gently massaging them with my tongue. His belly button also got special attention from me as I flicked it lightly with my tongue. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I grabbed his dick and went all the way down on it in one swoop. My hands by this time had found Patrick's ass and were massaging his smooth, muscular cheeks.
After several minutes of this, I then began licking the shaft of his cock like a lollipop. I began moving gradually lower and lower, breathing on and tonguing his balls. Then I took them into my mouth, one at a time. I knew the time had come to make a move. I tongued lower and lower on his body as he, knowing my goal, raised his legs into the air over my head. This was my first time tonguing a man's ass but I knew instinctively exactly what I was doing. The smell was a clean, man's smell, and I ran my tongue up and down the crevice of his ass in long swipes. Finally, I parted his cheeks wider still and inserted my tongue farther and farther into his ass.
By this time, Patrick was helpless with desire. My hands had begun jacking him off in rhythm to my tongue in his ass. I felt his dick begin to spasm under my hand as his ass began to follow the same rhythm. I quickly moved back up and swallowed his still-spasming cock as he finished his massive orgasm.
When he finished, he just lay there for a second and then proceeded to give me the same treatment that I had just given him. I had never felt a man making love to my ass before, but I was in heaven as I felt his tongue and fingers loosening my virgin asshole. I lasted even less time than Patrick had and within minutes, I was helpless with my own orgasm.
Neither of us was ready to quit, and I knew I was ready for the next phase of my initiation. Patrick read my mind and knew exactly what I wanted. Raising his legs into the air once again, he positioned himself in front of me. Kneeling in front of him, I positioned my hard cock directly in front of his puckered hole. Applying saliva liberally to my hard cock, I gradually entered him, one inch at a time, until I was buried to the hilt in his hot, tight ass. Patrick had grunted at first as a look of intense concentration came over his face. Now this was replaced by a look of pleasure, as I began to slowly move in and out of this gorgeous stud's ass.
My hands roamed over his upper body as I pounded away on his lower. I alternated between massaging his nipples and jacking off his still- hard cock. After a few minutes of this, I took a break as I leaned down and kissed that handsome face that had been the subject of so many dreams. Still inside him, I lost myself in the feeling of being closer to this man than I had ever been to anyone.
Now my urgency was greater and so was his. I resumed my thrusting, pounding away like there was no tomorrow. Within too short a time, I felt that familiar sensation in my groin and I knew I couldn't last much longer. Patrick was pounding his own dick in rhythm to my motion. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. With one last deep thrust, I felt my cock spew forth into the depths of his hot ass. A coupld of seconds later, his own cock jetted forth stream after stream of cum, even more than he had given the first time.
When we finished, I just lay on top of him, my gradually-softening dick still inside him. After a few minutes, I rolled over next to him and took him in my arms. For the first time in my life, I had met a man who was more than an anonymous encounter; someone who could make a change in my life. I didn't tell him all that--I just held him tightly and I think he understood.
We had a very successful run of the musical and Patrick and I remained lovers for the rest of my summer in Dallas. I had to return to Missouri to finish my degree, but I knew I had someone special waiting for me in Dallas.
I was tempted to end this story there, but I guess I'd better write the real ending of it. Three months after I returned to Missouri, Patrick was killed in a car accident. I cried when I heard the news-- it was so unfair that someone so young and with so much promise could be cut down like that. I was crying for me, too. I felt like a door had just slammed in my face after finally opening up for a few brief moments.
I'll never forget you, Patrick. God be with you.