Disclaimer: IF YOUR ARE LEGALLY UNDERAGE TO VIEW OR READ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIALS - STOP NOW. THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN CONSENTING MALES. ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS WORK OF TOTAL FICTION ARE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 21 - 40 YO.
Notice : Even though this story is written in "I" narrative, it is total fiction. Any similarity between any character in this story and any real person is purely coincidental
"Man-Virgin" by Avitar avitar_two@hotmail.com
It has been nearly two years since my 16 year marriage to Beverly ended in divorce. Our two sons were 15 and 13 at the time. It was a fateful Saturday nearly a year earlier that set the stage for the end of marriage and a new life for me. On that day, Beverly had taken the boys to the mall for clothes shopping. I had remained at home to work on a sales presentation.
My thoughts were interrupted as the lawnmower roared to life in the backyard. I was pleased at the sound as this was the first year I had felt comfortable with the expense of a service doing the job. The young man I hired, Kevin, was a local college student who was working his way through school. The first few times, he performed his duties more than adequately. The sound grew louder, I knew he was nearly finished with the back. The rap on the patio door startled me slightly. He motioned for a glass of water which I quickly fetched.
As I stepped out on the patio, I was overcome by the strangest sensation. It was the first time I had seen him so skimpily clad. It was almost like deja vu. I was staring at Kevin like I had seen a ghost. He looked exactly like I remembered myself at his age. We could have been twins. His beautiful body was lean, trim and hard muscled. The thin wet nylon running shorts clung to him like skin, it was obvious he had nothing on under them. The size and shape of his manhood was very evident as I couldn't help but stare at him.
"Mr. Grant????" Kevin's voice snapped me back to reality, "You okay???" "Yeah...sorry....my mind was some where else....here's your water," as I offered the glass. "Thanks Mr. Grant.....it's really hot out here today." "Call me James," I responded numbly. My mind was reeling, not only was I comparing Kevin to myself, my cock had hardened in my shorts as I drank in his handsomeness. I was shocked at my own physical response. I had never considered myself as gay as my only experience with my own sex had been with a couple of friends at puberty. Once I discovered girls, any fascination I had with boys, disappeared. Now at nearly 40, I was standing on my patio lusting after a young man about 20. I wanted to reach out and touch him.
"Mr...I mean James .....you sure you're okay?.....you're kinda staring at me." "I'm sorry.....it's just you reminded me of myself at your age," I blurted out. "Really?....How???" he asked. "Oh,...I guess hair, eyes, nose, face, the build and shape of your body.........Do you work out to keep your trim?" I said, feeling all giddy inside like some school girl gushing over a cute boy. "Yeah, I like most all sports but mostly swim and play tennis...and of course I get plenty of exercise mowing lawns," he answered.
"I can tell.....your muscles are really pumped right now." I responded as he blushed, trying to move his hand to cover his crotch. He wasn't fast enough, his cock had instantly hardened, pushing the wet cloth away as it popped out the front of the leg opening.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to embarrass you," I quickly offered. No, I'm sorry," he objected, "This happens every time someone admires my body." "Really? ....it doesn't appear you have anything to be ashamed of," I stated. "You really think so?" he questioned as he moved his hand away, his now 6 or 7 incher jutting straight out and up. I felt strange in my guts, I wanted to touch it. His cock twitched in anticipation. My hand involuntarily moved forward, gently encircling the thick cut shaft. Kevin's head lolled backwards, eyes closed, gently sucking his bottom lip, a low soft moan escaped his lips. "That feels so good," he whispered, "You want to do anything else?" "Like what?" I dumbly asked. "You want to suck it?................please," he suggested.
My body trembled with desire as I leaned over, letting the head of his beautiful tool slip into my wet mouth. The saltiness of his sweat and the heat of his manhood filled my nostrils. I plunged down, taking as much as I could until it hit the entry of my throat. Almost gagging, I backed off slightly and began to suck, my actions being driven by the memories of my friends in puberty so many years ago. I dropped to my knees as I aggressively suctioned his hot pole. I was driven by some unknown desire as I sucked even harder. His moans of pleasure grew louder as he started thrusting forcefully into me. His hands urged my head to take more. I wanted it all but had no knowledge of how to get it my throat without choking. There was no warning before my mouth was flooded with his love juice. I managed not to swallow but the volume was leaking out my lips. After he stopped convulsing, I decided to pull off and find a place to spit out his sperm.
It was then I caught movement to my side. I turned to see my wife and oldest son staring in disbelief through the glass door. I was so surprised, I swallowed Kevin's load.
Needless to say, I was living in a Motel by nightfall, Kevin lost his job at our house and my sons were totally confused. Bill, the oldest, took it the hardest. He felt the same thing would probably happen to him since we were of the same blood and he didn't want to be queer. He also felt betrayed. Chris, the younger, didn't seem to mind at all, after all he didn't like girls either. That changed about a year later. Both boys have now come to terms with my lifestyle and our relationship has returned to normal as can be under the situation.
In the past two years I have tried relations with other females but have finally decided that I much more prefer the affections and love of males. Guess I got into the gay bar scene very quickly, not having any difficulty attracting a wide variety of sex partners. Through much experimentation, I now realize I prefer the more straight acting young man from the mid twenties to the late thirties. Unfortunately, I have not found a significant other...probable cause - I have fallen in love with a guy at my health club. He is my every fantasy. I quickly made friends with Ken hoping for a chance to seduce him. He is about 5'8", 165, almost black hair with deep set dark brown eyes and appeared to be in his mid twenties. I later learned he was 33. He had a girl friend he had been dating for over three years but no plans for marriage yet. He knew I was divorced and frequently inquired about my two sons.
He was very popular at the club, knowing everyone by their name. At first I felt like one of the crowd, but he soon started telling me personal things like problems with family and other friends. We had even taken in a few movies and pizza afterwards. He was a very religious person who didn't drink, smoke or curse. About six months after I had gotten to know him, we were at a deli one night when he dropped the bombshell........
"James, can I ask you a very personal question? "Sure...I guess so" I replied. He stared at the table for a few moments before he spoke again, "What's it like to make love with someone?" I was too shocked for an immediate reply........................... "What???" He could tell by the stupid look on my face I didn't fully understand... "I'm still a virgin" he whispered.. "You're what?" I questioned in disbelief. "My religion doesn't believe in sex before marriage.....I'm a virgin," he explained "Your kidding....you're 33 and still a virgin....what about Carol.....I don't understand.....I ....I...." I was at a loss for what to say. "That's been a real problem, were not of the same faith and she's been married before.....she's wanting sex....we have arguments about it.....we've even broken up several times over it." he quietly explained. "If you love her, why don't you get married," I suggested. "That's the other problem, I can only marry someone of my religion and she won't convert to mine," he sadly uttered. "Well I don't think you'll like my opinion to that situation....if your that religious with all those strict standards, I think you should be dating someone who at least fits the criteria." I said. "I know, I just can't seem to find someone......besides you didn't answer my question." "Hell, what do want to know, juicy porno or general statements?" "I don't what I want....I shouldn't have asked," "Look, when you really love someone, sex becomes like the joining of two souls....I kinda think of it as the ultimate expression of one's feelings." I explained. "I think about it a lot and have a lot of wet dreams," he admitted. "Don't you ever wack-off?" I stupidly asked. "Oh NO, that's a sin," ...........................................
We continued to hang out together when we were both free and our conversations maintained a very intimate context. I almost felt sorry for him.
About two months later he spent a long week-end with his family on the coast (several states away). He was very disturbed when he returned and seemed distant with everyone at the club. He wanted to talk over pizza. "You seem to be disturbed about something," I began. Looking very dejected, he spoke, "My parents think I'm gay." "Gay???" I questioned. "Yeah, they had a long talk with me about it....I don't think they believed me when I told them I wasn't." "Why won't they?" "I think it's because of my best friend in high school and college room-mate." What's he got to do with it?" I asked. "About two years ago he told his parents and all his friends he was gay." "How did that make you feel?" "I was really hurt and mad....it was like he had lied to me all those years....he saw me naked all the time....we even slept in the same bed....he could have touched me." "Did he?" "No.....at least he said he never did." "How do you feel about that now?" "Oh, I'm okay with it now, we talked a lot about it and I understand more than I did......but it makes me sad he doesn't go to church any more.............and now my parents think I'm just like him." "Have you ever considered you might be?" I slowly asked. "I don't know....I don't think so but I have been doing a lot of thinking about everything lately." I couldn't miss this golden opportunity, " Well Ken....I hope you understand what I'm about to say and please don't panic......If you ever want to find about gay love or sex, I hope you'll give me a chance because I really do like you a lot." His mouth dropped open, "What????" "You heard what I said...................I'm gay and I really like you......I think about you all the time ........I would like to be your first.....that is if you ever.....you know what I mean.....I would never try anything unless I thought you really wanted it.....I mean I want to be your friend also.....not just sex...."
The words finally registered, "I never even suspected that you..............", as he blushed. "But, you were married.....kids and all..........???????" "Yeah, well I didn't know myself....it just sorta happened one day and my wife caught me.....it took a while for me to sort things out and I'm not totally sure I'll be this way forever but at this time in my life, I am.......I really doubt I could ever change back....what do you think???" "Okay I guess....just a little shocked.....I mean we can still be friends and all," he answered.
The next day at the health club, I was a little surprised when shower time came. I expected him to keep his back to me.....I couldn't have been more wrong....he stood facing me as he soaped his beautiful body. I'm sure it was my wishful imagination but I thought his soft 5" had lengthened a little from the warm water and soaping. I had to turn away and increase the cold water.
Our relationship continued for the next 18 months as if nothing had changed, we both confided our deepest thoughts. I heard all about his problems with Carol and even helped him through two more breakups because of sex. He always wanted to know about the people I had met and if I was going to have a relationship. Once when I dated someone for about five weeks, he began to act jealous. Needless to say, that pleased me very much.....just maybe he was beginning to care more than he thought.
Breakup number, who knows....Ken was very depressed this time. Carol made it plain to him....she was tired of waiting and it was her intention to find someone to have a Complete relationship with....She even suggested he might be gay. Within two weeks, she had a new boyfriend. Ken was more depressed than ever. He decided he needed to move to a new apartment...just too many painful memories. Of course I helped him move as I wanted to help him pickup the pieces of his life.
It was a hot Saturday....it took many trips with my pickup before we got all his stuff moved. On the last trip we had stopped at a Quick-Mart for sodas. I got a six pack of beer. After everything was set up, we retired to his patio for refreshments. He with his can of diet and me with the hops. Actually, he didn't allow my consumption in his place. It didn't take long for me to polish off all six cans. He was surprised I wasn't drunk but insisted he couldn't let me drive in my condition. Since he only had a loveseat for a sofa, I would have to share his king size bed. Who was I to argue. I had just enough alcohol to throw caution to the wind and hope for I wanted so much.
After we showered, separately of course, we lay in bed talking about all his troubles. At one point he was in tears, I put my arm around him giving him a little hug. He hugged back for a couple of minutes until he composed himself. He moved to his side of the bed and I to mine. Sleep soon followed.
It was about two hours later, I awoke needing to beer piss. He was asleep as I stumbled towards the bath. When I returned, Ken was laying on top of the covers. The moonlight filtering through the window bathed his huge hard cock protruding thru the fly of his boxers. My heart was pounding as I realized he was offering himself to me `while he slept'. I quietly slipped onto the bed and just stared at the object of my long desires. Slowly, I inched closer. His breathing was so light, I felt sure he was partially awake...waiting for my touch. My hand stealthily moved to his stomach, pausing for a minute before lightly brushing the tip of his rock hard cock. It appeared to be at least 9 or 10". My hand glided lower, lightly encircling the heat. He moaned lightly, readjusting, slightly moving one leg to open his groin further. My hand gently moved lower, lower into the opening, lightly contacting the hair of his hanging nut sack. His legs opened more granting easier access. His huge balls contracted to my touch. My heart was pounding so hard in anticipation, I thought the bed was shaking. I inched closer, allowing my head to rest on his stomach lightly, my lips brushing the tip of his love muscle. Again, he shifted slightly in his sleep, his hand moving to my head, fingers stoking my hair softly. I moistened my lips as they wrapped the head is moistness. His cock pulsed even harder as I sucked ever so lightly. His fingers seemed to urge me further down. I felt his short easy thrust as I engulfed half his length. I wanted it all but knew I didn't have the experience to get something that big in my throat. I began to suction as I slid up and down his hard pole, being careful to be gentle. I was actually worshiping his virgin being and making love in the most sensual way. For long minutes, I slowly moved my eager lips up and down, slowly...ever so slowly. I didn't believe it possible, but his steel was getting even harder and larger. His breathing deepened....I thought I was ready....I was not....the gush of hot sperm blasted out in heavy thick mass. "Oh....Oh" escaped his lips as the torrent of cum flooded me. I gagged as I tried swallow, not wanting to lose a drop. He bucked...almost ramming into my throat...... "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?????????????"
My head was roughly shoved away as he tried to get away....he fell off the side of the bed as he tried to get to his feet.... hurdling against the wall as he stumbled in the dark. I turned on the lamp. He was squeezing his cock trying to stop any additional juice from escaping. Tears were streaming down his face, "What have you done to me........(loudly sobbing)....I saved myself all the years..(sobbing).....you've taken it from me..(sobbing)....you've ruined my life......"as he slid to the floor, huddling like a child against the wall. I tried to go to him but was roughly pushed away. "I'm sorry...." I tried to explain I thought you wanted it. "I thought you were my friend.....I can't believe.....you've ruined me........."
I quickly dressed and slipped into the night, alone with my confusion and guilt.
Ken did not appear at the club for two weeks. I tried calling him at work but he wouldn't take my calls. One day I used a false name, he hung up as soon as he recognized my voice. About a week later, I saw him at the club....he ignored my greeting or existence.
A few days later I was doing my weight routine....a blond God walked in. He appeared to be about twenty four, maybe 5'10", 175 with the body to die for. His hair was cut close on the sides and flat on top. His steel blue eyes sparkled. His upper body looked like it was sculptured by many hours of heavy weights. The generous volume of his crotch was accented by the tight work-out shorts. I did my best not to stare, settling for sneak peeks in the mirrors. This guy was absolutely HOT !!!!!
I was taking a breather after a heavy set when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me, would you mind spotting me on the bench?....I'm Dax," as the blond held out his hand. Hi...I'm James....Dax is a rather unusual name," I responded as we moved towards the bench. "Yeah, I think I was named after some character in a book my parents read."
I was amazed at the amount of weight this young man was pressing. From my spotting position I could safely admire his stunning beauty. I instantly wanted him.
"You must be new," I casually observed. "Yeah......just joined today............had to leave my last club because some damn Faggot was trying to put the make on me!" he answered.
Ken strolled past the area on his way to the showers. I would swear the expression on his face was jealousy.
The End
Watch for new spin-off story with Dax and James - "To Faggot, With Love"