Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006 19:46:24 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: closets, gay male, adult friends, chapter nine

CLOSETS

CHAPTER NINE

This is a work of gay erotic fiction.  It contains graphic descriptions of
sex between adult consenting males.  Do not read it if such scenes are
offensive to you, if they are illegal where you are, or if you are underage
in your jurisdiction.  None of these events or characters are real.


A HAPPY COUPLE

	It was 5:00 before the last of the guests departed.  The catering
crew had been a big sensation with their barbeque and trimmings, and they
rolled off taking all of their paraphernalia with them, including dirty
dishes.  Ruth Ann, Otis, Lonnie, Calvin, and I packed up extra food, bagged
trash, and straightened up in amazingly short order.  All evidence of the
reception was eliminated by 6:00.

	We were all exhausted, however, after such a trying day.  Otis got
out a bottle of J. P.'s best single-malt, and we kicked off our shoes and
sprawled onto the comfortable leather furniture of the family room to
unwind a bit together.  Lonnie had been behaving a bit mysteriously during
the clean-up-checking his watch, looking apprehensive, straightening his
new clothing self-consciously.  After we sipped a few moments, he abruptly
disappeared from the room.  But in a few moments, he reappeared, looking
shy and hesitant again.  He had something behind his back.  With all eyes
on him, he strode purposefully toward Calvin, and knelt on one knee at his
feet.

	"What are you up to?" demanded Calvin.

	Ruth Ann's eyebrows rose, and Otis looked positively bewildered.

	"I forgot my speech I had planned," Lonnie stammered.  "But Calvin,
I've been thinking on this for a long time.  Today, I thought, why not.  I
wanted to look my best for me, and Jamie, and for all of us today, I wanted
not to let any of you down.  But I got the haircut for you, Calvin, to show
you I'm ready for this."  He pulled a small box from behind his back and
popped it open dramatically.  It contained a gold ring.

	"I'm asking you to marry me."

	There was a long, leaden silence.  Ruth Ann's eyebrows went higher,
and Otis' joined them.  Both stared at the handsome, lanky man in his best
suit kneeling before their son's chair, then at Calvin's bemused
expression.

	"Um, Lonnie, this is South Carolina," stated Calvin hesitantly, as
if that were a closely-held secret.

	"I know, dammit.  That Unitarian woman will do it, the lesbian
minister."

	"I'm only half way through school."

	"I'll never get in the way of your schooling, Calvin.  I know how
important that is.  Besides, Jamie's paying for it."  He glanced
appreciatively back at me.  "I hope you don't mind this, Jamie."

	"You have my sincere best wishes."

	There was another long pause.

	"Lonnie, you big cracker.  You haven't given me a good reason why
you would want to marry me."

	"Oh.  Yeah.  That's the part of the speech I forgot....  I love
you."

	I was stifling a snigger at Lonnie's incompetent earnestness and
Calvin's pretended seriousness.  It was a good thing Lonnie could not see
my expression cracking behind his back.  Calvin glanced at me and began to
smile.  He slid off the armchair onto his knees in front of the
supplicating Lonnie and took his hands.

	"You said the magic words, you incurable romantic.  Yes, Lonnie, I
will marry you."

	Lonnie sighed.  After a slight pause when I thought he was going to
break down, he shook himself and removed the ring from the box.  Gently and
purposefully, he slid it onto Calvin's ring finger.  Then he grasped
Calvin's shoulders and drew him to him, kissing him gently and lovingly on
the lips.

	"Well, this has been quite a day," said Ruth Ann wonderingly.

	"I've never known one like it," agreed Otis.  "This will take some
getting used to.  I don't know when I've had such a surprise.  Yet I guess
I could have seen it coming, if I had just noticed."

	"We're all having to adjust to a lot of changes lately, aren't we,"
I offered.

	"And there's more, Jamie," began Ruth Ann.

	"I've decided to retire....It was time anyway.  You'll need some
help with this big house, but I know you'll find someone right for you.
Now, it seems I have a wedding to plan!"

	"And I was about to tell them they could have the reception here!'
	"Well, we haven't set a date yet," Calvin inserted.  "We've got
plenty of time to work all of that out. Thanks for the offer."

	Lonnie wanted to take us all out to dinner, but I begged off.  I'd
had quite enough to eat for a while, and what I really needed was a chance
to get some exercise.  I said I'd be at the club for a while, then home to
rest up for my trip to the lake with Bryce tomorrow morning-unless I got
lucky, I confided to Lonnie and Calvin, in which case I might stay out
late.

       "With you, it isn't luck, Rambo. It's pure sex appeal.  You could
put a sack over your head and still get any guy in the room."

        As the others were in the process of departing, however, Lonnie
sidled up to me with a request.

	"Say, Jamie, would you mind a whole lot if Calvin and I stayed the
night in one of those front bedrooms that never get used?  We have a lot to
talk over, you know, and during summer he has to live with his folks, and
I-I guess I hadn't mentioned this yet- I sleep on the sofa in a decrepit
trailer with three straight white men."

	Lonnie overheard that last, and added, "Of course, that's only one
of the reasons we've been hanging around with you the whole time you've
been here."

	"I think those rooms have twin or double beds.  Tell you what, you
two take that guest room we were in last night, and I'll move on over into
the master.  No point in putting if off any longer."

	They were more than happy with that idea and went off smiling,
determined to win Otis and Ruth Ann completely over to their marriage idea
before the evening was ended.

	I got out of the rest of my dress clothes and flung on just a pair
of athletic shorts, a tee shirt, and a pair of flip-flops, knowing that I
would not be wearing even those to exercise at the club.

	I decided to try out the running track, since that would be the
quickest way to burn off the extra calories I had consumed in the past
couple of days.  I had noticed earlier that the guys running up there were
"barefoot all over," and I wondered how they did it without shoes.  I found
that the track, along with several other areas in the club, was surfaced
with a tough but springy material sort of like the soles of running shoes.
It made for perfect barefoot running.  So leaving behind my clothing at my
room, I walked naked through the corridor to the track entrance, which was
on the same level as check-in, the locker room, and my own room.

	For a few laps, I had the track to myself, but I could entertain
myself by watching a naked half-court basketball game going on at one end
of the court below, and naked volleyball at the other.  Gradually, more men
joined me on the track, a wasp-waisted fellow in his thirties, a couple of
middle-aged guys still struggling valiantly against middle-age spread, and
finally, the two young marines I had watched (one of who had sucked me off,
the other Bryant) two nights ago.  They had a buddy with them, a very
well-built black man, just as marine-butch as the first two.

	When the lighter-haired one passed me the first time, almost
sprinting, he smacked my ass lightly and said, "You got a Marine ass on
you, buddy, very nice."

	Judging from the firm, swelling mounds of butt on these three, that
was a compliment.  Not many guys my height (6' 1") have true bubble butts,
and I'm kind of proud of mine.

	This guy who spoke was about 5' 10".  His buddy from the other
night was maybe 5' 9", and the new guy was more like 5' 11".  They were all
strong and lean.  While I jogged around at a five-minute-per-mile pace,
they were mostly running wind sprints.  I wondered what the other guys in
the base shower thought of their evenly tanned bodies, or if it was even
unusual for a marine to have an all-over tan.

	We finished about the same time and wound up in the shower
together.  I, of course, could have gone to my own shower, but I wanted to
enjoy the sights in the group one.  I was not disappointed.  These guys
were very attractive to look at, and not at all modest.  It was pretty
clear that they had spent some time naked together before.  I decided to
break the ice.

	"I really enjoyed that blow job you gave me the other night," I
said to the blond.  "You were great.

	"Glad you liked it.  I can't pass up a dick like yours.  Even in
the Marines, I don't see many like that!"

	"Help yourself, any time," I invited.

	He glanced sideways at his buddies, grinning.  They giggled and
punched at one another.

	"Well, you think you could take the three of us on?"

	"I'd like that.  I have a room."

	"We were going to go down and get a couple of beers."

	"I have beers."

	"Rubbers?"

	"Got 'em."

	"You bottom?"

	I nodded slowly, but decisively.

	He shrugged.  "What's not to like about that?"

	We dried off and headed just down the hall to my room, where I
punched in Dad's birth date and opened the door.

	"I wonder if this TV gets the porn channel."  I pushed the button,
and immediately the screen was filled with a clenching butt grinding a
huge, condomed, cock into a softer ass.  "Guess so!"

	I opened the night stand drawer and set out a tube of lubrication
and a box of regular condoms, since none of these dudes seemed to be quite
in the Magnum range.  The four of us crawled onto the bed, and the action
began immediately.

	The black fellow was named Jamal.  He lay on his back in the middle
of the bed, and I crawled up over his midsection and began to suck his
dick.  It was dark and uncut, and it had a smooth, sweet taste.  It grew to
about seven inches immediately, maybe five around.  The dark-haired,
smaller guy introduced himself as Jack, and he wormed up between my legs,
on his back also, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and began to lap at my
dangling cock.  Jamal slid a pillow down for him to support his head on, so
that he wouldn't have to keep it lifted up all the time.

       That wouldn't be a big problem with me, though.  I'm hung big enough
to be both a grower and a shower.  I hang about six inches all the time,
(which, incidentally, makes for some interesting looks, since I never wear
underwear.  I'm kind of militant in the view that men should be as free to
show the outline of our endowment as women are with theirs.)  Anyway, Jack
caught the head of my loose-hanging cock like a large-mouth going for a
spinner, and he was immediately hooked.  As my shaft extended to its full,
fat nine inches, I began to slow-fuck his mouth and throat.

       That left the blond guy, Bryan, to fuck me.  He stepped right to the
task, applying a quick smear of lube and donning his condom while the rest
of us were getting settled.  I felt the bed shifting behind me while Jack
was taking my dick in his mouth.  Then, almost immediately, I felt Bryan's
cock slide up my chute in a single, smooth motion.

       That was fine with me.  He only had about six inches by four, which
is technically maybe a tad over average, but for me, just enough to feel,
but not enough to make me feel really good.  I can enjoy getting reamed by
that kind of dick all night long, not ever having a great prostate massage,
but not getting any soreness, either.  He was a vigorous stud, though, and
he did give my butt a good beating.  He was a strong, masculine young guy,
and he clearly took pride in his workmanship.  I could tell that being an
expert cocksman was important to his ego.

       In fact, over the evening, I found out that these three guys had an
attitude toward man-sex that is curious to me, and that I hadn't run into
before.  They most certainly would not describe themselves as being gay.  I
think they would even have some trouble with the term "bisexual."  I guess,
by one definition, if you have sex with any man, you have to be bisexual.
But they had a different attitude.  They saw themselves as virile, highly
sexual male animals.  They had strong needs that had to be satisfied.  They
also loved to go naked and show off their manly young bodies.  They took
their sexual satisfaction wherever they could find it.  While they admired
strong, manly male physiques in other men, they did not see themselves as
lusting after them.  They just enjoyed using whatever holes were offered
them, male or female, as long as they were worthy of their attention.  They
were great admirers of big-breasted, nubile female bodies, but they also
had a great reverence for a muscular, masculine body sporting a very large
dick, which symbolized to them the ultimate in male sexual prowess.  (My
performance on strip-pool night, I found out, had impressed them deeply
with me.  They almost held me in awe.)  Having a manly male submit to them
sexually was a major turn- on for them.  It made them feel like true
conquering warriors.

       They made it clear that they never kiss men.  Real men-Marines-don't
do that.  All their touching was of the male bonding sort, plus the basic
minimum required for copulation, and at that they were completely
uninhibited.  Among themselves, they drew the line at sucking, which they
defined as a good Marine helping out a buddy.  I was privileged to have
them include me as one of their buddies.

       In the mirror over the headboard, which tilted down a bit, I could
watch Bryan go at me.  He started to turn very red in the face.  Next, he
was blowing on exhalation like a miler nearing the finish line.  As Bryan
approached blast-off, Jamal pulled his dick out of my mouth and rolled over
to the edge of the bed.  He unrolled a condom onto his dick and got in line
behind Bryan.  Very soon, Bryan unloaded his semen in half a dozen jabbing
thrusts; immediately, he pulled out and sprawled over on the side of the
bed panting.  Jamal jumped right up where Bryan had been, rammed his
slightly larger dick up my ass, and began pumping with vigor.  Beneath me,
Jack released my dick from his mouth and slid up the bed until his hips
were beneath my head.  I leaned forward and took his six and a half inches
all the way into my mouth down to the curly hairs.  I held him there, dick
head inserted into my throat, for a long time, enjoying the sound of his
whimpering pleasure.

       Jamal fucked like a machine. He also made blowing sounds as he
exhaled the deep breaths necessary to keep up such an energetic motion.
These hot guys-they fucked like a relay team!  His greater thickness gave
me more prostate stimulation than Bryan had, and my dick got hard as a rock
beneath me.  Bryan reached over and grabbed it and began to pull at it.
After a short time, though, he gave that up and slid up under me where Jack
had been, and I went to fucking his throat in earnest.  As Jamal was
picking up his momentum to spew his nut in the condom within my ass, I
matched his pace, and I felt the sap beginning to rise in my tree, also.
We came together, Jamal stabbing at my ass, and me squirting my load down
Bryan's willing throat.  He swallowed repeatedly around my dick to take the
full dose.

       Meanwhile, Jack was getting his raincoat on.  As Jamal pulled out in
back, he was ready to take up the battering.  Bryan slid forward for me to
suck him, and Jamal dutifully took his place beneath the milk-bull to clean
up any left-over drops.  In no time, he had me at full hardness again, and
I did the same for him as I had done for Bryan: as Jack filled the skin in
my rectum, I filled the mouth clamped around my cock.

       I could have anything I wanted from those guys after that.  Two cums
in such a short time impressed them mightily.  I didn't tell them I could
keep cumming as long as they could keep sucking.  They were all breathing
hard and sweating.

       I directed Jack to the fridge to pass out beers as he was discarding
his slimy rubber.  All Grand-daddy had was import, which I thought might be
a little pretentious for these dudes, but they turned up their Heinekens
with pleasure.  They were gone within five minutes.  I was lying on my back
on the bed at this point, and Bryan seemed to think it was his turn again.
He tossed his bottle into the trash and crawled up between my legs, pulling
them back toward my shoulders.  Jamal handed him a condom, which he rolled
on smoothly, and then he hurled himself at the backs of my knees without so
much as a by-your-leave.  I allowed myself to smile, but not to laugh, at
his serious task- orientation.  There was fucking to be done, and he was
the man to do it.  He wouldn't permit himself to lie atop me, though.  That
put me in too girly a position.  He was fucking a MAN, dammit, and he was
going to fuck me like a man.  My feet flopped over his shoulders with his
rhythm.

       It took a little longer this time, but he reached his goal soon
enough.  Again, Jamal was set and ready to follow him.  Bryan rolled off to
rest, and Jamal rolled on, not even letting my legs down for a stretch in
between.  Jamal maintained steely eye contact with me all the way through.
No conversation, just intense gazing.  He seemed to be after, and almost
achieved, mind-meld.

       I felt his dick flexing in my bowel.  He shuddered, thrust three or
four more times, shuddered again, gritting his teeth throughout the
ejaculation, and then held his position, cock thrust deep within me, for
several seconds.  Jack was getting suited up, and as Jamal rolled off,
again the next man took his turn.  Bryan helped himself and Jamal to
another beer while Jack fucked, then got up and fetched on for him as soon
as he came to his own shuddering climax.  The difference was that Jack was
more of a talker.  He carried on a monologue of dirty talk most of the time
he looked into my eyes and pushed his dick into my ass.

       I declined a second beer, and we all lay in a row on the bed for
half an hour, facing the foot and watching the porn, which the guys
critiqued expertly.  They would have preferred a straight film, they said,
or at least bi.  But seriously, they lamented, why did it have to have such
fruity guys in it?  They were hung, alright, but they fucked like girls
(ultimate put-down).

       I knew they were just jackin' me, and I ignored their youthful
machismo.

       I felt Bryan fingering my asshole.  At least this time, he asked
permission.

       "One more time?"

       "Sure, why not."

       "OK, just lay right there on your side.  I want to watch the TV,
too, this time."

       Rubber in place, he slid up behind me, this time resting his hand on
my upper bicep and pressing his smooth chest against my back.  As opened up
as I was, his dick just slid easily up my butt, finding its own.  He
watched two young guys fucking smoothly on the screen intently while he
flexed his own hips to their rhythm.  The top on the screen shot his load
all over the backside of the bottom, and Bryan let loose in me at the same
time.

       "You're going to be out of rubbers after this," commented Jamal as
he moved to take Bryan's place behind me, the third-to-last rubber already
on his hard cock.

       "I'll put them on my shopping list."

       He drilled into me and started hunching.  He also seemed somewhat
dependent on the action on the screen to keep up his sexual focus this
time.  His thrusts were more irregular, as he shifted around looking for
the best sensation.  Then, at last, he began to thrust deeply and
regularly, slapping against my butt wetly.  He stopped abruptly with one
deep stab as his nuts let loose heir third delivery of the evening.

       "Whew, hope I can pull this off," said Jack.  "I'd never hear the
end of it if you two get one up on me."  He was unrolling his rubber onto a
three-quarters erect dick.  I winced, thinking this could take a while this
time.  But by the time he pulled some blood into his dick and got it
wiggled up inside of me, his natural instinct to fuck took hold, and he had
no further trouble with erection.  He reached around and tweaked my tits as
he jabbed roughly at my ass.  Now, I know man guys are heavily into
tit-play.  I have, I must say, really cute little brown tits, but for the
most part pinching at them doesn't do a thing for me.  And if it hurts
them, it is downright counterproductive-my dick seems to worry that it
might be next, and tries to hide.  Jack didn't hurt them, though, he just
stimulated them intensely.  It seemed to hel him, too, and in a few moments
he was gasping and jerking in eruption.

       I felt quite the little 'ho, having been fucked nine times in a
matter of three hours.  These guys had tried to drill me a new hole, and it
was not even midnight.

       Jack remained inside me as long as he could.  He cuddled against my
backside and kept his arm around my chest.  The other two were intently
watching the fuck film, but Jack and I dozed a few minutes.

       Then Jamal slapped Jack's butt firmly, awakening both of us with a
start.

       "We have to be on base at oh-six-hundred," he announced.  "We better
hit the road."

       Jack hopped up and the three of them said their brief farewells.  I
stood, and they actually shook my hand.  I always feel very strange shaking
the hand of a man who has just had his dick up my ass or down my throat, it
just seems incongruous.  But there you are.

       They had nothing to put on or gather up, so off they went to the
locker room to shower and dress.  Their leave was up, so they'd be away now
for quite some time.  I felt pretty lucky to have encountered them on their
last night in town.

       This time, I did use my own shower to clean up, because I was not
exactly cruising for another partner this night.  After I dried off, I just
wanted to get home and in bed to rest up for my day with Bryce tomorrow.  I
really did not want to wear clothes.

       "Aw, fuck it," I said to myself.

       I took the stairs down to the exit at the end of the building on the
other side of the track and gym, which opens just opposite the lot where my
car was parked.  I peeked out.  Once I closed the door behind me, it would
lock and there would be no going back.  But this was small-town Friday
night, just at midnight.  There didn't seem to be anyone at all on the
street.  Car key and wallet in hand, I opened the door and stepped out into
the dim light of the street lamp nearer the corner.  I peeked around the
corner of the building No one in sight anywhere.  I walked briskly, jaybird
jaywalking, across the street to my car, opened the door, and slid in on
the cool leather seat.

       Driving home was no problem at that point, though I did pass a
police car halfway there.  I was obeying all traffic laws, and he paid no
attention to me at all.  I parked in the garage, hopped out, and slipped
upstairs.

       There was a light on in the guest room, but the door was closed.  I
went down to my new room, the master suite, and looked inside.  Lonnie and
Calvin had brought all my stuff down while I was getting stuffed by the
Marines.

       Glancing about, I made the decision right then that I would have
this part of the house redecorated right away.  I wanted to make it mine if
I was to live here.  That made me feel much better immediately.  And while
I was at it, I thought, I'd trade the Caddy in for a younger man's ride.

       I slipped into the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.  I'm sure I
had a smile on my face, Bryce's beautiful, smiling face swimming before my
closing eyes.  Tomorrow could turn out to be a disaster, for all I knew.
But with the foolish confidence of lovers everywhere, I dared to hope for
the best.  Tomorrow, I was sure, would be a fabulous day.