Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2005 23:07:38 -0400
From: The Gargoyle <thegarg0yle@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Weird Little Sex Life - Part 4

Contents of entire work:

Part 1:
AGE 5 (background, feet, mast)
THREE APPROACHES (mm seduction, no sex)
AGE 13-15 (mast, exhib)
AGE 16-17 (exhib)
OLD MACDONALD (M/F/m-teen, voy, first time)

Part 2:
HIGH SCHOOL (fant, mast, no sex)
OUT (mast, mm-teens, oral, first time gay)

Part 3:
[untitled] (M/m-teen, mast, feet, oral, anal)
GERALD (background, feet, M/m-teen)

Part 4:
LIFE WITH GERALD (MM, mm-teens, MMM, oral, mast, exhib,)

These chapters coming soon:
Part 5
THE INCREDIBLE TRAVIS (Mm, MMm, MMFm, exhib, feet)

Part 6
GERALD REVISITED (MMM, M/m-teen, exhib, group)

Part 7
WORSHIPPING TRAVIS (Mm, Fm, feet, exhib, oral)

Part 8
FATHER FIGURE (Mm, fm, mast, feet)
SERGE (MM, MMM, group, oral, anal, exhib)
EPILOGUE (MM)


My Weird Little Sex Life
Part 4

By The Gargoyle

The following content is absolutely true. I've altered most
of the biographical and geographical names in effort to
maintain anonymity and also to avoid duplication of given
names, which I know can be confusing.


LIFE WITH GERALD

   Gerald continued to visit me almost every night.
Sometimes we'd stay naked the whole evening, having sex
every so often - mostly sucking and jerking each other off.
He bought some very arousing porno tapes featuring 18-19
year-old actors and left then at my place. He still lived
with his parents.
   He had very prominent exhibitionist tendencies. One night
we slept over at our friend Pat's apartment (the same Pat
from part-2). We slept on a mattress on his living room
floor. The next morning after our host was up and about we
remained in 'bed' in our underwear.
   Gerald tossed the covers back, yanked down my undies and
jerked me off 'til I came. After a brief respite he did it
again, and then again! It seemed like he was determined to
keep doing this until Pat walked in and caught us.
Eventually he brought me to my fifth orgasm of the morning!
The volume I discharged wouldn't have filled a thimble. At
this point I think he was going for some kind of world
record but I couldn't take any more.

   We spent a night at a hotel in a neighboring city. Oddly
I can't remember what the occasion was. We went for a swim
in the hotel's indoor pool and then returned to the change
room. We were the only ones in there. I dropped my trunks,
dried off and sat on the bench with my towel in my lap.
   Without any word or warning Gerald squatted before me,
threw the towel aside, grabbed my dick and thrust it in his
mouth. He was a darn good cock-sucker and still is. He had
me on the brink in no time when suddenly we heard the door
open. Thank goodness, as with most dressing rooms there was
a short wall in front of the door to block the view from
outside the room. Gerald jumped away from me and I reached
for the towel. A man came around the corner before I could
cover up my hard-on. Whether he noticed it, I don't know.
The man used the urinal and left. Gerald took my hand, led
me into the sauna and finished blowing me.

   Another time we were alone in a different hotel pool and
we took turns sucking each other under the water. He could
hold his breath for more than a minute, which I found
astonishing!

   We found a much nicer apartment and moved in together. He
told me all about his somewhat unusual childhood. He'd
always been an exhibitionist and loved to streak as a kid.
He told me how he'd sneak out the back door at night, strip
naked and run all over town. He would dash across major well-
lit streets and creep down alleys. He would have a hard-on
almost all the time. He rode his bike naked through
residential streets. He did this constantly through all his
pubescent and teenage years. He was only caught once and ran
away as someone called to him.

   His first sexual encounter happened at 17 when he found
himself alone in a house with the 15-year-old brother of a
friend. The boy, apparently straight was nonetheless rather
uninhibited and seemed to have pegged Gerald as a homo.
While lying on the couch on his stomach he asked Gerald to
scratch his back for him. Gerald was more than happy to
comply as he found the kid quite attractive. He knelt beside
the couch and dragged his fingernails over the boy's shirt.
   "Gerry, I wish you were a girl!" said the kid, to
Gerald's surprise. He wasn't sure what to think.
   "Scratch my bum," he then requested. Gerald happily
obeyed, scratching the boy's firm ass through his track-
pants.
   "No, not like that."
   Gerald changed pace.
   "No," the boy protested, "Do it slow. Nice."
   Finally Gerald understood. He was no longer scratching at
all. He was rubbing the kid's butt with the palm of his
hand. It had become a rather erotic massage. The kid had his
arms folded below his forehead, burying his face.
   "Underneath," he mumbled.
   Gerald's heart skipped a beat. Had he heard that right?
He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of the track
pants. Taking a chance, he also slipped them beneath the
underwear. There were no objections. Soon he was liberally
groping the boy's firm narrow ass, skin on silky smooth
skin.
   The kid began to grind his pelvis rather subtly into the
couch. He reached back with both hands, took hold of his
track pants and undies and pushed them down a bit, then went
back to hiding his face. Gerald took up the task. He grabbed
the waistbands and tugged them down further, baring a
beautiful smooth butt. The boy raised himself, reached
beneath himself and freed the front of his pants from
'whatever' they'd been snagged on. Gerald was pretty sure
what appendage that might have been! He now feasted on the
sight before him while his fingers continued to rub, squeeze
and tickle the boy's smooth bare ass. Now and then he would
run his finger down between the kid's legs towards his
balls. The kid apparently liked that and spread his legs a
bit in encouragement.
   All of a sudden the kid raised himself and shifted,
rolling to his side so that he faced the back of the couch
and his butt faced Gerald.
   Gerald continued the exploration, now and then trailing
his fingers up over the naked hip prompting the kid to emit
a brief, barely audible moan. Now he was rolling over more
and Gerald peered over the bare hip to spy a beautiful hard
dick with a thin stream of ejaculate dangling from it.
   Gerald yearned to touch it but wasn't sure if his
caresses were welcome there. He instead crept toward the
testicles. He was indeed welcomed there. The kid finished
rolling over, keeping one forearm covering his eyes. His
butt was now buried in the couch, no longer accessible but
his lovely dick and balls were on display.
   Gerald fondled his balls, occasionally touching the root
of his dick. Finally he dared to run his fingers right up
the length of the erection and the boy emitted another quiet
moan. That was all the encouragement Gerald needed and he
began to lovingly explore the kid's hard-on. He couldn't
believe the amount of pre-cum flowing from the tip. Gerald's
hand and the boy's dick were soon coated in it. At the
telling of this story to me, Gerald referred to the boy as a
'pre-cum machine'!
   Gerald laid his head on the boy's flat belly so that his
nose was almost touching the head of the kid's gorgeous
dick. As a string of pre-cum began to descend he reached out
with his tongue to try to intercept it. The boy then spoke
up.
   "Slob my knob!" he ordered. Gerald was thrilled. He
opened wide and engulfed his first dick; a 15-year-old salty
cum-covered dick. He was instantly addicted. He'd never
given a blow-job before but was determined to thrill the
boy. He worshipped that cock as best he could and was soon
rewarded with a mouthful of warm cum.
   Resting his head on the boy's abdomen, he kept the cum in
his mouth along with the head of the slowly softening dick.
Some of the cum dribbled out of his mouth. He wasn't sure if
he should be swallowing it or not.
   Finally he pulled away, went to the bathroom and spit his
reward into the sink. He washed it down and rinsed out his
mouth. That was the only time he spat. He would become
forevermore a swallower with the next blow-job he would
give.
   He grabbed some tissues, returned to the boy and lovingly
mopped up his genitals. The kid had his eyes covered the
whole time.
   "You'd better go," he said, regret in his voice.
   Gerald left and rarely saw the boy after that. It seemed
he was avoiding him. Another day when he was visiting his
friend he went upstairs to use the bathroom. He saw the
boy's bedroom door was closed. He tapped on it lightly. The
door opened.
   "What do you want?"
   "I want to give you a blow job," Gerald whispered. The
door closed in his face. It wouldn't happen again.

   After Gerald and I had been together a couple years I
began to be aroused at the thought of his streaking and
asked for a performance. He was delighted to do so. Many
times when we were out late we'd stop at a public park or
some place. We'd go for a walk and he'd get naked and jerk
off. It's rather lucky we never got caught. In one sense I
almost wanted to get caught. What use was exhibitionism if
no one was around to see?
   One time while Gerald was sitting on the couch in a pair
of shorts I asked him if he'd ever fantasized about
exhibiting himself in front of live people - our friends or
what not. I'd been having those thoughts myself for a while
(of exhibiting him that is, not myself). Gerald responded by
pulling his dick out the leg of his shorts, waving it around
and playfully saying,
   "Oh, hi Pat, how's it going?" I was instantly aroused. I
knew we could find people interested in a show. Gerald had a
decent body; trim, somewhat sculpted and he'd been keeping
it smooth through electrolysis and shaving.
   We had started to chum around a little bit with a
neighbor; an older man named Phil who had proved our
suspicions true by admitting he was gay. Gerald had an
inkling the man was attracted to him. We put a plan into
action.
   Phil came over one evening for drinks. Gerald was dressed
in a pair of short shorts, no underwear, and we'd cut the
liner out! In our living room we had a couch against the
wall and a love seat in the middle of the room, facing the
couch. Phil took a seat in the love seat so Gerald sat on
the couch directly across from him. I sat beside Gerald. Our
plan worked perfectly. I made all the drinks that night
which gave me plenty of excuses to walk in and out of the
room by passing behind the love seat and thus seeing exactly
what view Phil was getting.
   It was quite a view. Sometimes just the head of his dick
was visible, sometimes more. I was told later that he would
get semi-hard whenever he'd spy Phil giving his crotch a
good look, but nervousness prevented him from going fully
hard.
   Eventually Gerald broke the tension.
   "Phil, I think Chad has something to ask you!" (Chad is
me, but not my real name of course).
   "You ask him," I said. I was too embarrassed to do the
talking.
   "Are you sure?" Gerald wanted me to have control of
things. He didn't want to go too far without being sure I
wouldn't end up jealous or regretful. But I was ready.
   "Yes. Go ahead. Ask him."
   "Chad has a fantasy about me being naked in front of
people. He wants to know if you'd be our audience."
   "Sure I would," said Phil with a grin. "I figured
something was up. But I'm out of smokes. Let me grab another
pack. I'll be right back."
   Phil left. I was feverish with excitement. I practically
tackled Gerald and we kissed deeply while I groped his dick.
He was hard in no time.
   "Are you excited about this?" I asked.
   "Of course. Are you sure you're okay with this?"
   "Of course," said I.
   "Okay, well stop that or I'm gonna cum already!" I
released him and went to make fresh drinks.
   Soon we were all reassembled in the living room.
   "Should I strip or what?" asked Gerald, looking at me.
   "No, I'll do it for you." Off came his socks. Off came
his T-shirt. I fondled his dick through the liner-less
shorts. He was good and hard. He lifted his butt. I dragged
the shorts off him. We had Phil's rapt attention as he
smoked his cigarette. I stroked Gerald's dick while he lay
back on the couch, arms folded behind his head.
   "Do you want to touch it?" I asked Phil.
   "I thought you'd never ask!" he replied. He snubbed out
the cigarette and came to sit on the floor beside the couch.
Gerald was wide-eyed. We'd never discussed the idea of
someone actually touching him.
   "Are you sure that's okay?" he said to me.
   "Yes. Everything's fine." Phil stroked Gerald's dick
while Gerald just lay back and soaked up the attention.
   "May I suck it?" asked Phil. Gerald went wide-eyed again.
   "Sure! Go ahead," said I. Phil sucked it. He took it all
the way. He was good at it, better than I. I could tell.
Gerald came in his mouth. He swallowed.
   Phil thanked us and left. I whipped out my dick and
jerked off as Gerald fondled my nuts.
   We had Phil over a few more times. Gerald rarely wasted
time stripping down for his hand-job and his blow-job.

   Gerald and I moved away. We bought a house together and
Phil only visited once before we lost touch with him, but we
found quite a few other friends who were happy to watch
Gerald's show, and in some cases to participate in much the
same way Phil did.
   Our home would also be the scene of a number of other
rather unusual encounters over the next 7 years...

To be continued.

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