HOMO SAPIENS IV
Bill wrapped the boy up in a warm hug, then looked him in the eye. "Look, I don't want to hurt you. Ever. From the first time I saw you in the choir, I felt a warmth that's hard to explain. I hardly, no pun intended, know you, but I want you to know I care for you beyond what my sexual feelings are."
Frank: "I think I know what you mean because when I met you I had the same feeling. And I should be afraid of this new sex stuff, and afraid of you, but I'm not. It's sort of like you're my older brother and I trust you.", and Frank kissed him. Not a wet kiss or a sloppy kiss, but a warm close one.
"Well, if you really cared, you'd stop yammering and stick that pretty pecker up my pooper." And they both got a giggle out of that. "First I think it would be a good idea if I put some goose grease on your finger and you lubricate my hole. Ah, jeez, that feels good." Bill rolled a condom on Frank's bone hard cock, lubed it up and laid on his back with his knees pulled up. "Tell me when you're gonna shoot. I hope I'm going to be able feel you squirt in me." Frank put the tip of his cock on Bill's greasy rosebud and gently pushed his way in. "Ahh, so nice. Fuck me Frank, I'm all yours." Bill said. Frank did the old in and out slowly but then Bill said, "Harder, man. Fuck me hard!" The feeling of Bill's tight sphincter squeezing Frank's cock was a sensation was something the boy, with all his masturbation, had never felt before and it quickly brought him to the edge. He warned Bill he was about to unload. "When you cum, stop moving. I want to feel it when you shoot." Said Bill.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum. Oh yeah, I'm.......I, I, I...EEEEEEEEE YEAH! O, O, o, o, ohh, O God, did I cum! Did you feel anything?" Said Frank.
Bill: "Yep. Not inside, but I could feel your penis throb in my asshole. Pretty nifty. We may have to do that again sometime. Like sometime soon." Frank's softening cock slid out of Bill who pulled the condom off, upended it over his mouth and hungrily drank the boy's jizz. "Man, that's a mouthful of semen! And it tastes terrific. But you left me with this boner that aches to be sucked."
"You found the right guy, because I ache to suck it." Said Frank, and he eagerly took Bill's organ into his mouth, but not before he licked the puddle of precum from Bill's stomach.
The head of Bill's cock almost filled his mouth and he could only get a couple of inches of his shaft past his lips. But he could use his hand to stroke the rest and, more fun, to roll his balls around. After a couple of minutes he lifted his head a bit and just used his tongue to massage Bill's glans penis. Particularly the underside where he was most sensitive and he figured Bill was too. Besides, it was easier to harvest Bill's precum that way. Perhaps that wouldn't be enough stimulus to get him off under most circumstances, but he was so cranked from Frank's fucking and his busy hand that it didn't take much to take him up to that most exquisite feeling of ejaculatory inevitability.
"I'm getting there." Bill said. "I'm gonna cum pretty quick. Ah, jeez, I'm teetering on the edge. Oh, God, I wanna cum, but I want this feeling to last....... I really want....I, I, IeeeEEEEEAARRRGGH! AH, AH, AH, ah, ah, ah, aaaaaahhhhhhh. Whew, what an orgasm!"
Frank had moved his head to the side of Bill's straining cock but still keeping his tongue busy when Bill had announced his impending ejaculation. He watched, fascinated, as Bill's big tool, pointing about forty five degrees above the horizontal, began to leap and squirt. Spurt after spurt of thick cum went flying from Bill's cock and when it ceased shooting and just a thin stream of watery jizz ran down the underside of his still hard penis, Frank licked that off until it stopped while gently stroking Bill's cock to make sure his orgasm was complete.
Bill: "Well, there wasn't much question in my mind whether I was really gay or not, but I know for sure I am now."
"Yeah me too. I'm in love with that huge weenie of yours, but I wish it were smaller because I'd like to know how it feels to be screwed too." Frank said.
The speaker for the meeting when Frank told his "My First Gay Orgasm" story, Dr. Gerald Moore, was a doctor of social work (PhD) who reviewed the bisexual continuum that Masters and Johnson had described decades before. In summary, he reviewed the evidence that we are all bisexual to some degree and nobody is 100% anything. If we put gays on the right side of the scale and straights on the left, it is not uncommon that individuals of both sexes move from left to right as they age, probably due primarily to understanding buried feelings present since youth and the softening of psychological defenses with age and experience. He made the point that it is rare for folks to move from right to left on the continuum as they age. This presentation was relatively short, but the question and answer period was long and varied.
The following week the moderator announced the speaker to be Dr. Moore again, this time to discuss the differences between male and female gay relationships. Then he requested any new attendees to pass their initiation ritual: introduce themselves and recount the details of their first gay orgasm. A young woman rose, blushing, and fled from the room. Then a boy who appeared to be in his late teens stood and said, "My name is Tim." Before he could continue, the group responded with, "Welcome Tim".
Tim: "Well, I was flying home from college for the summer break and I was sitting next to a guy about my age. He looked vaguely familiar and it turned out that we were both from Ivy League schools, both on tennis teams and had probably played against one another in the previous year and his name was Jack. Then I felt his foot rubbing against mine. I pulled my foot away, but then he started rubbing his leg on mine. Now, I've been aware for a couple of years that I'm probably gay and his leg rubbing me turned me on so I started rubbing back Then he stood up, took a blanket from the overhead and spread it over our laps. His hand was on my boner in less than a minute and when I reached over he was hard too. The plane landed in Chicago which was home for me but he lived about ninety miles to the southwest and he was going to transfer to a bus. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses and headed for the nearest bathroom. He led us to the Disabled stall, locked the door and dropped his pants. I did the same and we were both hard. He wanted me to do oral sex on him but I told him that I had never done that so he said he would do me first and show me how. So he did and I didn't want him to ever stop but I couldn't have lasted more than a minute or two before I climaxed."
A hand went up in the audience and the questioner said, "So then I assume you sucked him. Which did you like better?"
Tim: "At the time, I couldn't tell you. Both were 100% terrific." Tim resumed his seat and the speaker for the meeting took the rostrum. His talk could be condensed to make the point that gay women are more likely to form longstanding relationships without outside sex and men are the opposite. For instance, every large metropolitan area has a gay bathhouse where men can meet for "cum and go" anonymous sex and none such exist for women. Not that men cannot form longstanding solid relationships, but like other male animals they tend to spread their sperm around.
Three weeks later Jack invited Tim to visit him for a club tournament and dance.
TO BE CONTINUED