THESIS 3
Jack Sprat Prologue:
I came out of the closet when I was in high school. I've always held myself in high esteem, and coming out was the best decision I ever made. Most people were astounded at my gay admission. They would have never believed it had I not told them.
I'm in college now, majoring in psychology. Many virgin closet gays take psychology and I find and help the shy ones have their first experience.
On campus, I watch for hints, other males attempting to silently communicate that they too are gay. It might be eye contact, rubs against my body, or the sudden presence of another, wanting to become my friend. Few will make an open proposition.
With this introduction, I am going to share a few cases where virgin closet gays have given me their fresh bodies, my helping them through their first male sex encounter. I hope to use some of this material when I write my psychology thesis.
SAM
Sam was very athletic, about six feet tall and muscular. He was a macho man, self centered, and talked down to many who he considered not to be his equal. Girls loved him because he was so good in sports. He dated frequently. I didn't particularly like him because of his attitude.
Earlier, I had loaned Sam several computer disks containing a textfile psych lecture. I needed to review this material and wanted the disks. I asked Sam if I could pick them up Saturday afternoon, for this was convenient for me. Sam Agreed.
I arrived at Sam's dorm and entered his room. His roommate was gone for the weekend. Sam was alone. He offered me a beer from his small refrigerator which I accepted. He had never been this hospitable.
Sam was wearing a very loose white T-shirt and tight blue jeans. He sat in a swivel chair turned away from his desk, his spread legs showing a very large bulge.
"How's your love life. You got a lover? I know you're gay," he said rather brusque.
I became uncomfortable and a little angry.
"Everyone knows I'm gay. What's your interest in my love life?"
"Because if you're hard up, I want to suck your cock."
Sam's statement stunned me.
"Hold on Sam. I dropped by only to pick up my two computer disks. I didn't come to offer my body. I'm out of here."
I started to leave when Sam's muscular hand gripped my shoulder and turned me. He made eye contact.
"Please!" He pleaded. "I'm really need a cock."
"You're gay, Sam?"
"I've been craving a man for a long time. But... oh God,
p-l-e-a-s-e... don't tell anyone. I'd be ruined. What would I do?."
"And since you knew I was gay, you figured I would be an easy mark?"
"What else could I do? Who else could I turn to? I felt you would understand."
Sam made more eye contact, then pulled me closer.
"KISS ME!"
I was shaken by this sudden unexpected encounter. Sam's lips met mine. Squeezing me tight, he ran his tongue through my mouth and his hand reached to my crotch. I had no idea Sam was a closet gay. I would let him continue. It would be good for him.
Sam yanked his T-shirt over his head, unbuckled his belt, and in one pull, dropped his pants and shorts, then stepped out of his loafers. He stood completely naked. It had taken him only seconds to remove his clothes.
His body ran straight down. Rippling muscles showed on his stomach. His erection stood straight up, a very hard, cut, fat penis of about seven inches.
I docily stood and let him undress me. After he removed the last of my clothing, he picked me up and lifted me to his bed. His mouth moved over my penis like he was a starving suckling baby. From his actions, he was releasing pent up fantasies and had somewhat lost control. I let loose a large wad of cum which he savored and swallowed.
He rapidly moved to my balls, licking and sucking each one, rolling each in his mouth. His lapping tongue moved lower, licking downward to my asshole. I spread wide and pulled back my legs, his hands lifting my buttocks to allow deep rimming of my pucker.
I was flipped over, his hands grabbing my stomach lifting me to where I rested on all fours. A spittled finger was immediately shoved up my ass and frisked around. After its removal, his thick prick pressed for entry. It pushed in and up until I felt his pelvis and balls resting against my butt. Then, with brute force, my butt was slammed about as his rod slid rapidly back and forth trying to delve deeper with each thrust. Finally, there was a pause. My cheeks were pulled tightly against his body and firmly held as his penis unloaded inside me.
I was lowered to prone. Sam gently kneaded my shoulders and stroked my hair. I was rolled me over for a kiss.
"Please don't tell anyone this happened," he begged.
"I won't," I promised. "Today you released a lot of pent up desires. You'll feel better now. It's confidential, just between you and me."