Holly invited me to crash at her place, since it must have been obvious that I was dog tired. After we ate dinner, we left Belle talking to a nice looking black man she had met at the bar, and headed back to her place. She wanted to know everything Buford had said during our meeting. She squealed with delight when I told her he wanted me to come work for him personally in his house.
"James told me over the phone, that Gil was leaving to go spend some time exploring Europe." I acknowledged that Gil had told me the same. "Gee, you come out of the closet with a bang boy." She pulled into her driveway, and we double checked the car was locked properly before heading up the stairs to her apartment.
"I can sleep on the couch Holly," I said, woozy with lack of good rest.
"Not on your life butch. There's plenty of room in my bed, and I don't mind sharing it." I let her lead me to it, and she helped remove my clothes. When I was down to my briefs, she didn't hesitate to pull them off, leaving me naked. I rolled across the bed to the side she indicated I could have, and pulled the down comforter over my tired body. Holly puttered around the kitchen area for a few minutes with me paying less and less attention to her as I drifted off to sleep. I never realized she had finally come to bed.
I woke in the early dawn hours, with a piss hard and found her snuggled next to me with her right arm draped across my chest. She looked drawn and tired herself. I wondered how well she had slept with me in the bed. I lifted her arm, and slipped from under the comforter, and padded barefoot to the toilet. Afterward, I tried to get dressed without waking her. I carried my shoes down the stairs, and sat at the bottom to put them on. As quietly as possible, I unlocked and opened the door to the parking lot.
I decided to grab some breakfast and take another look at my new apartment before heading back to start packing my few belongings. Gail answered the door when I rang the bell a little after seven. Birds were singing in the trees that shaded the house, and he invited me in. He was still wrapped in a terry-cloth robe, and had wet hair. I suspected he'd just gotten out of the shower. I asked where Lonny was, and he said he had to be at work by seven. I told him I wanted to check out the apartment again, but had left my key in my apartment back home.
"No problem. I'll pour us a couple of mugs of coffee, and we'll go look again." He busied himself, asking how I liked my coffee. I told him black, and he returned with two steaming mugs. He selected a ring of keys hanging on a hook behind a pantry door, and led the way out the front door around the rear past the bed of irises blooming violet in the morning sun. At the rear, he started up the stairs ahead of me to the second floor which was my place. Unlocking the door, he stood back to let me enter first.
We walked through the rooms, and while I made mental notes of where things I owned could go, Gail leaned against the arched door way between the kitchenette and the dining-room area watching me. When I had a good picture of the layout, I thanked him for the trouble, and we locked the door as we went back down to his and Lonny's place. I finished my coffee, and he automatically refilled our mugs. He acted like he wanted to talk, so I joined him in their living room.
"Lonny would kill me, if he found out about this," he said. "But I've had the hots for your bod ever since you showed up to see the place the first time. I prayed you would come back and take it. And here you are. . ." He gave me a look, and set his mug down on the floor beside the chair he was sitting in. "Do you think it's possible?"
"What?" I sipped hot coffee.
"Well," he hesitated. "I like getting fucked by big dicked men. I don't know why, but I live with Lonny, who has the smallest dick I've ever seen. He also doesn't like to fuck at all. I have to find my pleasures anywhere I can."
"You mean now?" I set my mug down on the coffee table.
"Why not?" I thought it over for a second before shrugging.
"Sure, why not?" He grinned, and stood up taking my hand in his and pulled me into a standing position. He led the way to the back bedroom of their apartment.
The queen-sized bed was still unmade. He let his robe drop off his shoulders, and was naked beneath it.
I started pulling off my clothes, getting harder as I went. I liked his tight little body, and was looking forward to having him under me. He climbed onto the bed, and reached for my now hard cock, as I stepped out of my briefs. He pulled me onto the bed, and began licking my chest, finding my nipples with his tongue and teeth. I sighed, and let him do what he wanted.
I lay back on the pillows, and my cock was standing upright. Gail crouched over me and sucked my stiffness for several minutes. I put my hands on his bobbing head, and felt good. After he had me sopping wet, he straddled my hips with his feet, and using his left hand to balance himself, found his hole with my cock-head using his right hand as a guide. Once on target, he just sat down on me hard, impaling himself on my hardness. I groaned under him, and grabbed his shoulders tightly. I rolled him over, and he raised his legs up and locked his feet behind my hips. I felt him tightening his muscles around my shaft, and we rested like that for a minute, until he whispered in my ear he needed to be fucked long and hard.
I rocked my hips into him, and he grunted, snaking his arms around my neck and began kissing my ear whispering for me to fuck him good. I started humping him with long deep strokes, and he started a low moan that never let up. I raised myself up on my arms, and started pounding his hole with all I had. I watched his face, and saw his eyes closed and his eyelids fluttering with each stroke I put into him. His head began to wobble from side to side, and a little drool seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
I kept it up for another ten minutes, and he started grasping my back with his hands, raking his fingernails across my skin. While he didn't draw blood, he left trails of irritated skin there. I was getting close, and I suspected he was as well. I told him I was going to cum, and he let out a long groan. I shuddered, and my cock throbbed, pouring my first shot into his gut. He felt it, and with a long drawn out gasp for air, he began to unload across his chest.
We both shot several spurts of cum, the room filled with the smell of fresh semen, which I was beginning to love.
Finished, he lay beneath me still impaled on my softening cock, while I pushed myself upright, and began to run my fingers through his still warm jism. I tasted it from time to time, and when my cock finally slipped out of his ass, I leaned down and used my tongue to lick up all the traces of his cum. He remained there with his eyes closed, while I cleaned him up. By the time I was breathing normally again, Gail was still in his revery. I told him in a quiet voice that I had to go. He patted my leg, and smiled, but said nothing. I dressed while he lay on the bed watching me with a serene look on his face.
"I'll be back on Saturday morning with my stuff. I got a job yesterday, and I start work on Monday."
"That's great John. I can't wait until you're here full time. With that cock between your legs, I don't think I'll ever go hungry again." I laughed. Holly had been right. Once I stepped out of the closet, my sex life had become almost continuous. I kissed him on the cheek, and left him sprawled nude on the bed and let myself out the front door. Atlanta was going to be an interesting place.
The trip home was uneventful until I pulled off the highway to use the facilities at the one rest stop between the city and home. I parked my car, and headed for the men's room. When I entered, a young black man was standing at the trough urinal, and I had no choice but to join him. I pulled out my member and began to urinate, but noticed that the other guy was just standing there holding his dark meat. He turned his head toward me slightly, and seemed to sway back away from the trough, letting me get a good look at his cock. He was good looking in a Sydney Portier sort of way, and I glanced at his face. He smiled at me, and began stroking his hardening cock. I turned and watched him sliding his hand up and down his substantial piece of flesh. He still had his foreskin, which I did not, and so far, I had not encountered anyone with their skin intact. I was fascinated watching the large purple head emerging and vanishing in its skin cowl.
He looked about nineteen or twenty years old, and his body had a nice firmness to it as if he worked out or something. He was dressed casually, but not poorly. He wore dark slacks a white shirt, and a pull over sweater in dark green with a tiny red pattern in bands across his chest. I smiled at his smile, and he motioned with his head toward the stalls at the rear of the room. I looked at them, but hadn't a clue what he was indicating. I shrugged. He walked to the end stall, without putting his now hard member away, and stood in the door of it still jacking himself. I started to follow, but just at that moment, the outer door opened, and a man and two boys entered the toilet.
The black man entered his stall, and shut the door. The father, sent his two boys to pee, and he stood there eyeing me closely, wondering what I was doing staring at the black man I suppose. I walked to the sink and washed my hands. There were no towels to dry them with, so I wiped them on my levis, and walked outside. I stood there for a long moment, stretching my legs, and breathing fresh country air, when the black guy came out.
He glanced at me, and walked out behind the toilets into a patch of woods where I could see a few well worn paths leading into the trees. I watched him go, and shortly, the man with the two boys came out. There was a swing set at the far end of the parking area, and they headed that way. I waited until the father had set the two boys swinging, then took the nearest path following the black man. I hadn't gone too far along the path, when I saw him standing in a clump of kudzu vine that had completely draped itself over a small tree. He saw me, and then stepped behind the vines from sight.
I walked to where I had seen him vanish, and saw the path continued into the vines. I stood there for a moment, looking around, and noticed the father of the two boys was strolling up the path into the trees smoking a cigarette. He made me nervous, and I stood there waiting to see what he would do. As he drew near, he smiled at me, and adjusted himself. It occurred to me it was a signal, but I really didn't know.
"Nice day," he said. I nodded. "You come here often?"
"Not really. I'm just returning home from Atlanta and needed to stretch my legs."
"I'm taking my kids back to their mother's house. I've had them for school break. A week." He finished his smoke, and flipped the butt away. He dropped his hand to his crotch, and groped himself suggestively. I knew then what he was looking for. I jerked my head toward the Kudzu covered tree, and stepped behind the screening vine. Inside the grotto the light was much reduced, and insects were buzzing through the dark air. Leaning against the tree, the young black was still stroking his hardness. I smiled at him, and he at me. The father of the kids came into the bower right after me, and immediately began unzipping and hauling out his member. The young black stepped over to me and began fondling my growing cock with his free hand. The father, leaned down and began sucking the black cock. The black kid hauled out my cock, and bent to suck me as well. I saw the father was hard, and beginning to ooze pre-cum, so I leaned down and took him into my mouth. The three of us sucked with passion, until the sound of a kid crying reached our ears.
"Fuck," the father said, dropping the black cock, and straightening up. "Man I need to get off. One of you or both, suck me quick. The black kid dropped to his knees, and swallowed his member whole. There was a brief struggle and hump, and the father, let the air in his lungs gush out as he emptied his balls in the throat of the kid. When he was dry, he pulled his spit slick cock out and zipped up. He crashed through the Kudzu screen, and was gone.
I turned back to the kid, who was still on his knees, and he swallowed my shaft as he'd done to the father's. I started fucking his face, as he jerked his own meat. I loved the feel of his hot mouth on my member, and let him do what he wanted. I wasn't long in reaching my edge, and then I filled his hot throat with my skimpy load, having cum earlier in Gail's hole.
The kid was splashing his load on the ground as I finished, and then stood up brushing his knees off. I put my cock away, and zipped up. The kid cupped my crotch with his hand, and said it had been nice. "Yeah," I said. "I liked it a lot. You from around here?"
"I work over in Cville," he used the nickname for a village not far from where I'd lived all my life.
"What do you do there?"
"I work for the minster, keeping the church clean and such."
"Baptist?" I hadn't heard of blacks being anything but.
"Yeah. I want to be a preacher one day, and the Reverend is helping me with the book learning."
"But you like dick?"
"Yeah. . ."
"Isn't that a problem?"
"Hasn't been yet. I suck the Reverend at least once a day. Every once in a while, he fucks me up the ass." I nodded.
"Yeah, my preacher fucks me too." He smiled at me. "Listen, it's been fun, but I got to hit the road. I'm moving to Atlanta this weekend, and I've got to go tell my fiancé that the wedding is off."
"You wouldn't want to trade phone numbers would you?"
He looked like he really wanted mine. "Except for the Reverend, this place is the only other chance I've found to get what I need."
"Sure," I said. He pulled out a pad and pencil, and wrote his name and number down. He ripped it out and handed it to me. I told him my new address, but told him I didn't have a telephone number yet. We parted ways while still in the woods, and I was in my car backing out when he appeared at the edge of the woods. standing there, watching me leave. In my rearview mirror, I caught sight of a burly truck driver headed up the path toward Jim, as his note identified him as.
I looked over my shoulder quickly, and saw Jim turn and vanish into the woods.
I phoned Bill first when I got home to let him know how things had gone in the city. I needed to work up my nerves to tell Sheila it was off. I also had to figure out how to tell my parents. Having a gay son would just kill them I was sure, but I was determined to stay out of the closet as Holly had put it. Bill invited me to come by for a beer, so I drove out to his place and went in. He got us both beers, and we talked about how I could handle the job I faced.
"Sheila will be easy, just tell her the truth. She will be out of you life afterward, and you won't have to worry about how she takes it. Try telling her in a restaurant or some place public so she doesn't start a scene, just because she's a wronged woman." He put his hand on my knee as we sat side by side on the couch. "Do you still have feelings for her?' I nodded.
"Well then just hint to her that you've experienced a lifestyle changing incident and let her guess. She'll blab it all over town; in no time your parents will hear." I swallowed beer.
"Maybe I ought to tell mom and dad first. Dad will kill me, and the whole thing will be over anyway."
"Nonsense. Your folks raised a fine boy. They'll want him to have a happy life. Of course you should tell them first, because they are the people you care about most. You'll see they may not like the news, but they will still love the bearer of it."
"How did you tell your parents when you figured it out about yourself?"
"Flat out. Sunday dinner. Me my folks and two sisters. None of them spoke to me for a month or more, but when they did, it was like nothing had changed. It took them that long to get over it. One Friday my older sister called and invited me to her place for dinner, and when I got there, the whole family was there, including my two uncles and aunts. They all just hugged me, and we sat down to eat. It's never been mentioned again."
"Um. . .I better go. I've got a lot on my plate, and tomorrow's moving day."
"You're good with this?"
"As good as I'll ever be."
My dad had retired the year before, and my mother had never worked a job out-side of the house. When I pulled into the driveway, my dad was in the back yard running the lawn mower. I could smell my mother was baking pies. I walked into the back yard, and asked my dad to come into the house because I had something to tell them both. He shut off the mower, and wiping sweat off his face with a towel he had stuffed into his back pocket, he followed me inside to the kitchen.
My mother was already pouring lemonade, having seen me in the yard with my dad. We all sat down at the kitchen table.
"I'm going to split up with Sheila, " I said bluntly.
My mother sucked in her breath, but said nothing. "I've been searching my soul for a long time about this, and I know marrying her would be the biggest mistake of my life. It's not even that I don't love her, it's just that. . ." I searched my mind for words.
"What are you trying to tell us John," My father's gruff voice buffeted me. I looked at him, my eyes stinging. I turned to my mother, and she was looking at me intently. My statement had shocked her. She'd been looking forward to the wedding.
"I've been offered a good job in Atlanta. I guess I quit or maybe got fired from the hardware store. I'm not sure which. I spent the last day and a half in Atlanta. Got myself an apartment, and a job. I'm going to start my life over on the track that's right for me. I just couldn't. . ." Tears welled up and ran down my cheeks. "I just couldn't live the rest of my life knowing it was a sham." I wiped the tears away. My mother put her hand on my cheek. It felt cool.
"Listen son," my father said. "What ever the road you have to travel to be happy, you always have our love. You can count on it." He put his hand on my forearm. to comfort me.
"I don't know how to say it to make it any easier mom and dad. I can't marry Sheila, because I am a homosexual." I let my eyes drop to the table, expecting an explosion of indignation. It didn't come. My dad's hand moved from my arm to the back of my neck.
"You talked to Reverend Allen?" He massaged my neck with his rough hand.
"I have. He told me it was my life, and I should live it according to my sense of who I am." Images swirled through my mind, the Rev naked and pounding my ass, getting strapped over a barrel, taking cock in both ends. I said nothing about these, because I knew the Rev had to make up his own mind. It was not my place to expose his secret life.
"So what's the plan?" My mother had not spoken until then.
"Some friends are helping me move to my new apartment tomorrow. I start work on Monday." I told them about Buford's big house in Buckhead, about the cooks and the butler and so on. My mother marveled at what money could buy.
"Well, honey, you always know where we are if you need us. I've never quite believed the Lord was so harsh on people he made that way."
"No," my dad said. "I don't think so either. The world takes all kinds. My best friend in the Army was a homosexual. I think I was the only one he ever told. He was an unhappy man all of his life. He tried to be a good Christian, but there were things in him he just couldn't make work the way he was told they ought to."
"What happened to him?" I wiped my eyes again, and swallowed some lemonade.
"Well, the last I heard, his sister sent me a letter telling me he'd taken a bunch of sleeping pills and didn't make it. She said he chose that way to go because the Bible doesn't mention pills as being a sin. I guess they didn't have pills back in those days, or they would probably have been on the list of don'ts as well."
"I'm sorry dad."
"Yeah. Me too. He was a good ol' boy. I miss talking to him once in a while. He had a different outlook on life."
"Mom, dad, Can I invite Sheila to supper tonight? I haven't told her, and if we're all in this together maybe it will hurt her less."
"Of course. Go call her right now. Tell her I'm making chicken and dumplings, and I have a berry pie for desert." I poured myself another glass of Lemonade, and took it into the living room. I heard the screen door slam shut on its spring, and shortly heard the lawn mower kick over. My mother was humming a hymn in the kitchen as she went about her work. I took a deep breath, and picked up the phone.
Sheila turned out to be OK with it. She was having second thoughts herself, not about her sexuality, but about wether or not we were actually in love with each other. When I told her why I had made my decision, she just laughed, and said, "It takes all kinds."
We ate a fine meal, and played cards for a couple of hours before I finally stood up and hugged all three of them one at a time. "I've got to get. I haven't packed a thing, and I'm moving tomorrow." They all walked me out to my car, and kissed me before I got into it. They stood on the lawn waving good-bye to me as I drove away into my new life.
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