Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 11:13:48 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "A Gay Study"

				A GAY STUDY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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A knock at my door had me stumbling through the living room in my
underwear, my eyes bleared over. It was nearly 10:00am, but I had been out
late the night before (Friday night) and a Saturday morning knock was not
very welcome. If I didn't like who I saw through the peephole, I wasn't
answering.

Harmony. Harmony Jefferson was at the door. A hell of a name for a hell of
a good-looking stud. His mother and father had been hippies back in the
1960's which explains the name, and not his chosen career as an
actor. Well, sort of an actor. Black haired, a chiseled chin, sharp, clean
cheekbones with velvet-soft skin and liquid-dream blue-green eyes, all of
this atop a body whose muscles had been carefully sculptured for mass
sexual appeal, just the slightest touch of androgynous beauty overlaid over
all. When this vision smiled out of the big screen or small screen, you
damned near creamed in your briefs. Too pretty, that was Harmony's real
problem. Hollywood uses them up, then spits them out. If they're lucky,
they remembered to save some of the money coming in while the getting was
good, and they manage a decent life after that, teaching college classes or
such. If not, you find them in a cheap motel room, dead of a drug overdose.

But Harmony was still on his way up. Working at a cater-waiter and/or car
valet part-time here and there, and performing as extras when he could, and
trying out for part after part, and getting small parts here and there, a
couple of lines on a TV show that ended up on the cutting room floor,
leaving him only five seconds in profile, a short scene on a cop drama
playing Punk #3, a single line of dialogue. Nobody can build a career on,
"Hey, whassup?" no matter how much he wants to. So Harmony was still
trying.

Why was he knocking on my door at ten o'clock on a Saturday morning? He
knocked again and I opened the door partway. Let the door hide me.

"Hey, Mack, I need your help."

"On what?"

"Turn me into a gay man. Show me how to love men instead of women."

I had to grin at that. "Oh, how long I've waited for you to say that! Come
on in, and we'll get started right now!" And I opened the door so he could
see me wearing only my rather worn-out pair of briefs.

"I knew you'd understand." Harmony said.

Unfortunately, I did. Harmony wasn't asking me to take him to bed and love
him out of being a straight guy. God, only I wish! "So what's the part?"

"The gay neighbor on a television pilot." Harmony explained. "Kind of like
a gay Kramer on Seinfeld, they tell me. A bit quirky, with revolving
boyfriends to keep things stirred up."

"Sounds good." I said charitably. Television pilots...well, let's just say
that the odds are heavily against them. There's like a hundred of them shot
for every half-dozen they actually put on the air. Most of them are never
even seen. But if he was lucky...yeah, Harmony would be on his way up.

"So teach me how to be gay." Harmony said. "Like, how do I act around other
guys, just like with girls, or is it different?"

"Jesus, I don't know." I admitted. "I've never tried it with a
girl. Nothing to compare it to."

"Aw, come on, you've seen how we straight guys act. On television and
such. What's the difference?"

I sat there on my couch in my underwear while a vision of male beauty sat
on the chair next to me and thought about the difference. "Not that sure
there is one. Except...well, sometimes you're on the make, and sometimes
you're the one being made. Sometimes it's going on both directions at
once." I concluded. "I mean, a guy sees you, and you see him, maybe he's
not quite your type, so you keep looking, and then there he is at your
elbow, trying to act cool and laying a line on you." I smirked, and
continued, 'Did it hurt? You know, when you fell out of Heaven to be here
with me?' That sort of thing." I laughed. "There's a reason girls sometimes
break out laughing when you lay that on them."

"But what about the touches?" Harmony went on. "I mean, when I see a girl I
like and her back is to me, I'll give her a soft touch on her shoulder,
stroke it down and let go before she can turn around and be really offended
by it."

I thought about it. "That'd work on a gay man, too."

"What about that grope at the crotch I've seen in the movies?"

"Some of the bars can be rather sexual in nature." I agreed. "Especially
late at night, you can have guys dancing shirtless on the stage and guys
kissing and grinding against each other all over the place...."

"That's what I need!" Harmony said. "Can you take me to a bar like that?"

"You want to go to a gay bar? You sure about that?" I mean, I take Harmony
into a place like that, I'd have to beat them off with a stick, they'd be
all over him like flies on a cow dropping!

"Yeah, sure!" Harmony said. "Look, I have to go into work now, but I'll be
off at ten o'clock. Can you meet me after and take me out on the town, gay
style?"

"Who am I, a tour guide?'

"No, no, I want to spend the night just as if I were a gay man."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll flirt with the guys, dance with them, heck, I'll even let them
grope me, and do a little groping back."

"Whoa, man!" I said. "You sure about that?"

"If I want this part, I have to know how a gay man acts."

"Well..." I said. "I guess we can get away with it if I play your
lover. Things get too heavy, I can step in and play the offended lover and
pull you away."

"Great!" Harmony said. "I knew I could depend on you." He got to his
feet. "You're great, Mack, really. We'll go out tonight, watch the crowds,
hell, we'll even sit and make-out a little bit, you and me. I'll see you
tonight at ten, then."

And he left, leaving me sitting on the couch. "Yeah." I said to the empty
chair. "Sure. Tonight." That was the loneliest Saturday I ever spent in my
life.

I tried to dress like I always do for a Saturday night on the town. Damned
if I know if I did it right or not. Too much bling on my chest? Three
chains, I always wore three. Two of them were thick, one thin, was that too
much? I had my shirt unbuttoned three buttons down. Would I unbutton three
if I was going with a man I loved? Maybe only one. Nah, that didn't look
good. Two, then. Hmm, maybe I should still go with three. Or take off the
chains. But if I did, I'd look like a priest, with the black shirt and
black pants. I needed the bling to make the clothes work! Jeez, maybe if I
went with a different color shirt, a purple one. And a black vest.

I finally ended up at Harmony's work wearing a sea-foam green shirt with
charcoal colored pants and vest, and one very large chain on my neck.

Harmony came out the back door and all I could think was what I said. "Oh,
my God!"

"How do I look?" Harmony wanted to know.

"Like the trashiest queen I ever met." I said. "Jesus, Harmony, you got
anything else to wear?"

"What's wrong with it?"

I tried to explain that the supertight, low-rise jeans were not only
outdated, but they showed the crack of his ass. Not that I didn't feast my
eyes on that a bit before I admitted it to him. The shirt didn't appear to
have any buttons on it at all, it was open down to the waist and what he
wore around his neck was not a chain, it was a necklace, you know, like a
woman dowager would wear to a dress ball. He'd done his hair up into a 'do
I can only call effeminate.

I dismantled it as best I could. He put back on his black pants from the
waiter's job and lost the chain. The shirt, which genuinely was button-less
(the top of a karate gi!), we kept but tucked it in much more tightly. A
quick job with the comb to dismantle that frou-frou hairdo and we were
ready to hit the town.

At first, Harmony was quiet. Watching the guys dancing, drinking some
drinks, just a guy out on the town enjoying himself. About eleven o'clock,
things started getting hotter, the boys were ready to start getting serious
about finding their catch of the evening.

I came back from the bathroom to find Harmony with a guy sitting where I
had been. The two of them were kissing all-out, I mean wrapped around each
other kissing. I was dumbfounded. Harmony's partner was a pretty
good-looking stud, I had to admit, but even so....

"Harmony?" I said when I got to them.

"Mph!" was all I got, Harmony kissing the guy.

"Harmony!"

"Mph, mmh, oh, oh, hi, Mack!" Harmony said to me. He didn't let go of the
guy.

"Just what the fuck are you doing?"

Harmony smiled, and when I saw that smile I realized that Harmony was
pretty well intoxicated. I hadn't thought he'd drunk that much, maybe some
drugs had been slipped in by Harmony or someone else here while I wasn't
looking, or something. But he was definitely out of control.

I decided to play the offended lover. "Get your fucking hands off my
boyfriend!" I demanded of the other guy.

"Why should I?" the other guy asked.

"Come on, Harmony, we're going home!" I said. "Now!"

"But I want to stay here!"

Now I was really upset, mad, jealous. How dare Harmony come in here and
throw himself at this guy! He was with me, dammit, me! "We'll talk about
this when we get home, now get your butt up from there, now!"

"Hey, Mack, I'm sorry, really, we were just talking while you were gone and
then he kissed me and I just sort of...well...." Harmony shrugged,
smiled. "I kind of got into it."

I snatched Harmony's arm and yanked him away from that guy. How dare he
kiss that guy when he was going to do that with me! He hadn't even danced
with me! Shit, what kind of friend was he, anyway!

I dragged Harmony all the way outside and into the parking lot. "Mack,
Mack, slow down, hey, man, what's the problem?" he wanted to know.

"The problem? I go to the bathroom, and when I come out, you're wrapped
around this guy! What's the problem with you, that's the problem?"

"Hey, I came here to find out what being gay is like!" Harmony said. "I
figured, hey, this guy was coming on to me, I could see what it's like to
make out with him."

"But you weren't supposed to do that with him! You were going to do that
with me!"

"You?"

"Me! You said this morning that we'd go out, we'd dance, we'd even make out
a little, you and me. That's your exact words!"

"Jesus, Mack, I didn't mean... Yeah, I said that but..."

"But what?" I demanded. "I'm not good enough for you?"

"Of course you are!"

"Then why didn't you make out with me tonight, like you'd said you would?"

"I was going to. Maybe."

"Maybe! Maybe! Christ!" I screamed out. Okay, maybe I'd drunk a bit too
much, myself, or maybe the guy who'd slipped something in Harmony's drink
had done the same to mine. Some people do the damnedest things at these
bars. All I know is that I was screaming mad at Harmony for kissing that
guy.

"I want to find out what being gay is like...."

"So you go to a bar and make out with a stranger?" I said. "Being gay is
nothing about that. That's just sex, just sex like you can find at a
straight club. Being gay is nothing like that!"

"So what is it like?"

"Come home with me and I'll fucking show you!"

"Okay, okay!" Harmony agreed. "Jesus!"

We drove to my place, only a mile away and were back into my place. "Okay,
here's what it's like to be gay. Let's say that you and I were out on the
town and had a nice time just being together, you and me. No noisy dance
music, no shirtless guys up on the stage, just you and me and a nice
evening, and now we're home."

"Okay." Harmony agreed. "What happens next?"

"Well...I'd offer you a drink." I said. "Would you like a drink?"

"Not really, not after the bar." Harmony said.

"Okay." I said. "So we'd sit down next to each other. Then it's pretty much
just like it is with a woman. You want the guy, he wants you, so the rest
just kind of happens."

"Who reaches for who?"

"It just sort of happens." I said. "When you're at this point, both guys
know what's going to happen, one takes the plunge and the other just plays
along."

"You mean like this?" And Harmony leaned in and his face went toward mine.

I kissed him back, hell, yeah, I did! There was the taste on his mouth of
the drinks he'd had, plus something else, probably that other guy he'd been
kissing. Bleah! But it wasn't much, and the rest of him was pure
Harmony. And he wasn't hesitating, for a straight guy who was an actor
studying for a part, Harmony was kissing like a guy who wanted to kiss
another guy! I mean, lips meshing, a bit of tongue-play, the hands doing
their part on my back and arms.

After some unknown amount of time, maybe a minute, he let me go. "How did I
do?"

"Pretty good!" I panted. "You sure know how to kiss like you really mean
it."

"So do you think I'll get the part?"

"You ought to. Still, a bit more practice couldn't hurt." I said and
reached for him again.

And he met me again, this time, his tongue did more than simply brush my
lips, it dug into my mouth with probing force. I had a sudden image of this
tongue diving into my ass and I quivered, groaned, thrust myself up against
him, lifting myself up onto the couch, I got a knee on it and now I was
bearing him down, he shifted to rest his head on the armrest and his own
leg came up onto the couch, I chased it with my other leg and then we were
grunting and grinding against each other.

After five minutes or so of kissing his mouth, I reluctantly left it, not
that I had tired of it, but to seek out the rest of him. I wanted so much
to kiss that soft cheek, that delicate lobe of his ear, the tender flesh of
his neck. My reward was to hear Harmony grunting, feeling the hard rod of
his erection in his pants pressing against my leg.

"How am I doing?" Harmony asked me. "Am I doing this like a gay man would?"

"Yeah, you're doing great." I panted heavily. "I'm totally
convinced. You're a very good actor." Oh, God, he was acting! I was making
a fool of myself while he practiced his art!

"So far, nothing here I would do as a guy making it with a woman." Harmony
said to me.

I gulped hard, striving to return this to a more educational level. "Well,
sure, kissing and hugging and stroking aren't really all that
different. It's when you get down to the main event it really starts
looking and being different."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I affirmed.

A short pause. "Then we ought to take this to the bedroom so you can show
me what's different then, shouldn't you?"

I gulped hard. God, I was trembling. "Are you sure you want to? I mean, so
far, we haven't done anything we can't back out of. We go in there, I'm not
going to want to stop, if you see what I mean."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." I realized Harmony was panting, too.

"Sex with a man isn't like with a woman." I warned. "You sure you want to?
I mean, really sure?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure."

"Okay, then." I got to my feet, barely able to stand erect, my cock jutting
out in front of me. Harmony's eyes were fixed on them, glazed, his mouth
open, eyes widening. "Are you sure?" I asked him again.

His response was to lunge forward and gnaw at my basket. I could feel his
teeth biting at my rod, too much cloth to hurt, but oh, God, oh, God! I
reached down with my brain throbbing and I pulled him up to stand with
me. "Come on, let's go!" I panted.

We practically raced to my bedroom, Harmony was in the lead, and when he
saw the jumble of covers on my bed, he yanked them off my bed at its foot
to form a puddle there, and, stripping off his clothes with a speed any
fireman would envy, he bounced onto my bed, the purple sheets setting off
his pale white skin with an exotic flair. I was still in pants and shorts
at that point, I got them off and stepped over to the bed more
deliberately. The highest point of Harmony's beautiful body was his cock,
but every part of him begged me, begin here, here, no, here.

"Oh, man!" I breathed in my indecision and Harmony responded by reaching up
and grabbing hold of my cock.

"Come on, get in here." he urged me and I could only comply. He held onto
me as I laid my body on top of him, and by lying partially on one side of
him, I was able to grasp him as well. We kissed, our hands hanging tight to
our erections, verifying that yes, yes, it was there, it was still there.

"So what's next?" Harmony asked me.

"Depends on what you want." I said. "Sometimes, the guys just whack each
other off, just like when you were kids."

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about that, what else?"

"There's oral sex, one of us sucking the other, or us sucking each other at
the same time."

"Yeah, that might work." Harmony said.

"And then there's anal sex." I concluded. "You know, one of us fucks the
other in the butt. We could trade off on that. And there's...."

"Wait." Harmony said. "Fucking each other. Yeah, that's it."

"You want to fuck me?" I asked.

"Yeah, I want to fuck you." Harmony agreed. "Can I do that, Mack? Can I
fuck your ass, feel what it's like to ram a guy's ass. Can I do that?"

I barely hesitated. "Yeah, Harmony. You can fuck me."

"Thank you." he said to me, the simple gratitude.

"There's lube in the nightstand." I said. "Get yourself slicked up. Or do
you want me to do that?"

"I'll do it." Harmony said. He stroked his cock while smiling down at me,
me grinning up at him like a jack-o-lantern from the feel of it.

"Use plenty of it." I warned him. "I want this to be the greatest fuck I
ever got."

"I'll do my best." Harmony agreed as he moved to get into position. "I've
never done this with a guy before, remember."

"I remember." I sighed. "But the main action is the same. Just fuck me like
you would a woman's pussy, that'll do it."

"You got it, Mack." Harmony said. There was a fumbling time, I was trying
to get us face to face, with my legs over his shoulders, but he couldn't
quite manage it. After a time, I settled for rolling onto my side, and that
let Harmony see what he was doing. That got his cock into my butt, and I
groaned as that hard schlong slid into me. God, I wanted this man so bad,
my body just let it slide into me, no real resistance at all. He'd done a
good job of lubing his cock, but even that wouldn't make it pain-free,
anyone can tell you, this had to be the work of desire on my own part.

"Oh, oh, yeah, oh, yeah!" Harmony moaned when his dong was buried in
me. "Man, this feels good, better'n any cunt, man, better, God, better!"

"Yeah, I love it, too." I groaned. "Come on, get to fucking me, I need that
straight cock of yours pumping my gay butt, come on, buddy, let me teach
you what gay sex is all about, come on, buddy, get that ass of yours
bobbing, come on, come on!"

"Oh, man, yeah!" Harmony began to fuck at me, tentative and gentle at
first, but at my urging, he began to get more and more energetic. "Man,
most women would be screaming by this time." he grunted as he plunged in
and out of my ass. "Is this what gay men do?"

"You don't have to pamper a man." I gasped. "We men, we like sex just for
what it is, all raw and sweaty and hot. Woman get it all mixed up with love
and romance and you have to treat them like they're made of tissue
paper. Me, I want a man to really pump at me, come on, ride me, Harmony,
ride me hard, buddy, you aren't going to break me in half, give me a good,
fast fuck, buddy, fuck me hard, man, fuck me hard!"

"Oh, man, yeah, God, yeah!" Harmony was humping me frantically now. He was
getting really turned on, the thrill of exotic sex for him, of course, for
me, the hot man that was attached to this prong in my butt, He was panting
over me, his face flushed with his passion, his cock a hard throbbing rod
in my ass, and then there was the building staccato sounds of rising joy,
the catch, the hesitation, and then the long, guttural moan as Harmony's
cock released its load into my ass, a hot, fast flow that gushed into my
bowels. I looked up at that face contorted in its magnificent ecstasy and I
closed my eyes, sighed, and felt my own climax rushing up into my
brain. Not the same as an orgasm in my cock, this was one from my ass, it
builds up and kind of softly, smoothly brings itself into my mind, I hit my
climax, and my cock ejaculates, but it's more internal, more integrated. I
shot my spunk onto the bedding and Harmony collapsed on top of me, panting
hard, and I grunted, turned and got him into my arms.

Man, oh, man." he gasped out. "Did you come? I felt something hot hit my
arm."

"Yeah, I came." I agreed. "Really nice, when that happens."

"Yeah, but...but how?" Harmony was baffled.

"Take it as a compliment." I said, kissing his cheek. "You were fucking my
ass and that felt so good, having you inside me, it just sort of happens."

"Really?" He needed reassuring.

"Yeah, really." I said. "Your ass can be a source of a lot of pleasure once
you get used to it. Takes a lot of getting used to, though. You have to
have a lot of gay sex for that to happen."

"Oh." Harmony said. "Well, then, if that's what it takes, we'd better get
started on it, then. I got all day tomorrow free, if you don't mind
teaching me how to do it."

"I don't mind at all." I confirmed.

"Great. This will really get me into the part." Harmony enthused.

"I love a man who believes in suffering for his art." I said as I kissed
him good-night.

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