Where it happened: hometown
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I knew I was gay from the time I was in grade school. The gravity of what that meant wouldn’t hit me until my senior year high school. Oh, there were the little sexual experiments between those years- but they were the usual “you show me yours and I’ll show you mine” and the discovery of ************. But I am talking of actual full on sex!
During my summers away from school I worked in a local market, behind the butcher’s counter. It’s a small New England town, so everyone knows everyone. Its a friendly atmosphere- but it forces a lot of secrets remain secrets.
One May morning a hot stranger walked in the market door. He was about 5′ 10″ swimmer’s build, and curly blonde hair. He wore a pair of tight jeans, a tight white t-shirt covered by a leather jacket. I think I knocked two of my fellow clerks out of the way in order to make sure I was the one to help our new customer. I learned, as I took his order, that his name was Robert and was 25 wears old. He had just moved here from Boston. He worked
around the corner in a florist shop. I made beeline for the shop that afternoon. I didn’t have a reason except that my attraction to this
guy-who I figured to be another of my straight crushes. I ordered some flowers for my grandmother, made some small talk, and left feeling horny
and frustrated. It set a pattern which I followed carefully.
A month later, the owner of the Flower shop was in the market. He came over and mentioned how thoughtful I was, well-buying all the flowers for my grandmother, aunts … I laughed sheepishly, a blushed a lot. Ted (the owner) who was in his thirtes, very athletic, and married with two kids knew my family-and me since I was 10. As he mentioned my visits to his shop it seemed to me that he knew more than he said. Now there were
always rumors about him being bi, but I never thought about it as I was dealing with my own horniness and he was forbidden fruit.
It was time for more flowers, so I went to pick something out for my sister’s birthday. I walked in the shop and saw Robert and Ted talking in the area behind the register. Ted looked at me and said something in Robert’s ear. They both smiled as Ted said “Hello” and left on deliveries.
I was nervous after this exchanged and almost left the store. But it really was my sister’s birthday! I picked out the first thing I saw and was going to leave. Robert stopped me and started to talk about how it is to be in a small town. He said it felt strange being new and gay in a strange place. I said I would feel the same when left for college next fall. That’s when he asked “What new or gay.” I had to say it -“Both.” I shock myself as hear the words come out of my mouth. He laughed to himself and told me to stop around closing time and he would be happy to fill me in. I didn’t know what to expect but I’d be there.
I told my parents that I was going to staying at a friend’s house- after all, I was 18. Robert was waiting in front of the Flower shop at 5:30 pm.
We both say “Hi” at the same time, laugh and walk a few yards to the door that leads to the upstairs apartments Once in his apartment,
Robert tells be to have a seat as he goes to get some things to show me about Boston. I sit on the couch and look around his modest digs.
It’s not bad and I wonder what my place will be like – when I get a place.
Robert comes back with a stack of albums and brochures. What’s more importtant is that he wearing a pair of worn cut-offs and nothing else!
I stare at the beauty of his well developed chest and abdomen. A thin trail of hair starts at his navel and disappears into his shorts. As leans over to put down the pile in front of me I can’t help but notice the I see the bare skin of his a** through the torn back pockets.
He sits next to me and tells me to “Ask anything”. There is a lot I want to ask- but I keep thinking what if I got this wrong. He then starts to talk about himself-growing up in Boston and realizing he was attracted to guys. He says “yeah guys like you”. His hand travels up my thigh and the other across
a heaving chest. His lips find mine just as his grip tightens around my stiffening c*** through my jeans. As his tongue tangles with mine, I loose
all thoughts of fear or resistance. In no time I am raising my arms as he pulls off my shirts. My pants are next, along with shoes and socks. He stops our liplock for a moment while he pulls off his shorts. My eyes stare at his hard 8″ ****. At 7″, I am not bashful, but this is the first time I am naked
with a guy. That’s not counting the locker room. He asks me if I ever hab a *******. I shake my head as head as he lowers his into my crotch. I spread
my legs as he works my shaft. I don’t realize how loud I gasp as his tongue works my balls. He suddenly stops and says “Now show me
what you learned”. No sooner are the words out of his mouth that I am down on his tool. I work fast and furious to please. Robert encourages me as he holds my head. I gag a few times- but soon learn to control the reflex. He pulls me up and leads me to the bedroom. We collapse on the bed as he positions me into a “69” postion. We both worship the respective shafts. He stops to put put a finger into his mouth. I soon feel the digit working it’s way into me. I’m soon use to it when i fell a second and third being introduced. I am breathing heavily as he pulls out from under me and in me. I am shocked to see Ted standing in the door frame, His muscular arms on each side of the door jam. Robert smiles and tells him “You are going to love this”. He looks at me and says “Hey, the new teacher is here”. Ted guides my head to his hard c***. It’s longer and thicker than Robert’s, but I am ready for the challenge. The beds hold all three of our twisting bodies. I have Ted, Robert has me, and Ted has Robert. I loose track of time and surrounding I suddenly realize that I am now on my back as Ted feeds me his d***. Robert is between my legs which rest on his firm shoulders and he says”I’ll go first”. I feel pain searing up my a******. I then feel a pleasure I hope never what to stop. I can’t yell as my throat is full of Ted. The pumping becomes harder and faster. As quick as it began, I see my teachers change positions. The pleasure continues for what seems-and I hope, is hours. It goes back and forth. I shoot up and out well passed my head. The hot liquid fills my throat as Ted lets out a yell. In seconds Roberts moans and collapses on top of me as I feel the heat burnining deep inside of me. We are one big sweaty muscular pile of satisfied flesh. My strength returns as I look out the window to see dawn. I pull myself out. As I dress, covering up the collage of dried fluids, I smile knowing I’ll back for more instruction- or at least a final test!
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