Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2002 16:17:31 +0100 (BST)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: FINDING OUT

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.


WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

FINDING OUT

Hi my name is David and I am 24 years old and live in
London. I grew up in the city and went to school there
but was a great disappointment to my family. Unlike my
sisters Miriam and Ruth who were both brilliant and
successful, I was not very bright academically,
preferring to play games and swim rather than study.
No doubt psychologists would put this down to the
death of my father when I was 11 but I just don't
think I ever had the ability and that's that. My
father had been a successful doctor and my mother was
a therapist, one of my sisters is now a lawyer and the
other an accountant. I drive a delivery lorry for a
large retail store and love it! It is not very taxing
and leaves me free to pursue my other interests, which
needless to say now centre on sex! Recently things
have begun to look up in that direction and, despite
my mother's great desire to have grandchildren, I have
found an ideal partner in my oldest friend.

My family lives in a fashionable part of North London
and I grew up in a close family atmosphere. My father
was a very orthodox and observant Jew and so was the
rest of my family. I was part of all the great rituals
and enjoyed them fully. Although many in the
neighbourhood were Jews our immediate next door
neighbours were not. I was about four years old when I
first met Bob and we immediately bonded as young kids
do. We were always in and out of each other's houses
and playing together. Our parents also became friends
and it was not unusual for us to stay over or attend
events together as we got older. So from time to time
Bob would come to my house for the ritual Friday meal
and on a couple of occasions came for Passover and I
went to his house for Christmas parties. I went to his
confirmation and he came to my bar mitzvah. I also
liked Bob because he was clever but I could always
beat him at sports. We formed an interesting double
act.

Just before my father died he had arranged for me to
go to a local private day school and I was pleased to
learn that Bob was going there too. I guess this was
about the age when we both began to notice changes in
our bodies, although I was still very inhibited about
dressing and undressing with other people. In fact it
was not until we were both about 13 or so that I ever
saw Bob naked. We had been swimming and the place was
crowded but there was one cubicle left and we both
tacitly agreed to share it. We locked the door and I
wrapped my towel round my waist and proceeded to dry
myself as best I could. There was not much room in the
cubicle but I was amazed when Bob just pulled his wet
swimwear off and stood naked in front of me. As I
suspected he was uncut and his foreskin more than
covered the end of his quite fat cock. He saw me
looking and smiled and I smiled back. I decided to
throw caution to the wind and led my towel and speedos
fall to the floor also. Bob knew I was circumcised
because of my faith but this was the first time he had
seen my dick. He smiled at me and nodded. Neither of
us said anything but continued to dry ourselves and
get dressed.

A few days later we were alone in Bob's house and
messing around when I felt something hard pressing
against me. I knew immediately what it was and it made
my dick go hard too. Sex was one thing Bob and I had
never discussed but I knew that today we were going to
talk about it. Bob initiated the process by whispering
to me,

"I've never wanked off with anyone have you?"

"No, I haven't either", I replied.

"Shall we?"

"OK"

We unzipped our jeans and each produced a hard dick
from inside. Bob began to wank himself off and I
followed his lead. After a second or two he said
quietly,

"Can I feel your dick and you can feel mine, if you
want to."

I nodded and we each took hold of the other's dick and
felt round it. I was fascinated by Bob's foreskin that
rolled off the head and back again but his cock felt
as soft and silky as my own. Bob ran his fingers over
my spongy head and then began to wank my shaft. It was
the most wonderful feeling having someone else's hand
on my dick and I began to masturbate Bob's cock as
well. When wanking on my own I normally took a long
time to cum but that day each of us was ready to fire
very quickly. My cum began to shoot all over Bob's
hand and a moment later his own cream was covering my
fingers. After he had finished and we were cleaning
ourselves up Bob said,

"Thanks, Dave, that was good. I enjoyed it."

"Yes, it was good fun wasn't it?"

Despite our apparent enjoyment, we never repeated the
experiment. Bob was good looking and soon found a
string of girl friends and the occasion for a repeat
wank session never arose. My mother was anxious for me
to find a 'nice Jewish girl' to go out with but being
tall, with a very dark complexion and not very good
looking as well as self conscious and not very
interested, things never worked out. I remained best
friends with Bob and we were always each other's best
friend and confidante. The one thing I could not tell
him was that I suspected that I was gay. I had not
just enjoyed our wank session together I had loved it
and wanted more. I was not sure how he would react if
I said all this so I kept quiet.

To my mother's horror I left school at 16 and got a
job in the local departmental store, working in the
warehouse. Bob stayed on at school and did very well,
eventually going on to University. By that time I was
already leading a double life: attending youth clubs
and other functions and having gay sex. I also gave up
all pretence at being religious especially when I
discovered that you got extra pay for working
Saturdays! This also worried my mother but she was
tolerant and understanding of my decision.

I started work just before my seventeenth birthday; my
mother had tried and failed to get me to re-sit my
exams. I enjoyed the life in the warehouse and the fun
of moving the stock ready for collection. One day I
was asked if I wanted to help with some deliveries.
Despite a strange look from the supervisor I agreed.
It was a decision that changed my life and I am glad I
made it. The supervisor agreed I could do it but said
grimly as he did so,

"OK Dave, you can do it, but be careful. I'm going to
have to put you with Stu and remember what I said, be
careful!!"

I did not understand what he meant but nodded
agreement. I knew Stu by sight but I had never had any
dealings with him before. He was about 20 years old,
tall with fair hair. The supervisor took me over and
introduced me to Stu,

"Stu, this is David. He's going to be your assistant
today. Look after him and no funny tricks."

"Sure thing, boss", grinned Stu and then turning to me
he said, "Come on, Dave, there's work to be done."

Delivery was fun but quite hard work. Lugging large
parcels and furniture, TVs, freezers and fridges into
people's homes. The morning went quickly and Stu
suggested that we stop for lunch. We found a quiet
spot and parked the lorry and we both opened our
sandwiches. I guess by way of conversation Stu started
to ask questions.

"So, Dave, you got a girlfriend?"

"No, not at the moment. Have you?"

No and never had one either. How about you?"

"Me either", I replied.

"So, Dave, looks like we are both slaves to the right
wrist", said Stu giving a simulated wanking motion
with his hand as he spoke.

I blushed slightly but nodded.

"How often do you wank off then, Dave? I do it at
least twice a day!"

"Yeah, about twice a day is how often I do it as
well", I replied wondering where this conversation
might lead. I didn't have long to wait, as Dave
continued,

"Funny thing, I didn't have my early morning wank
today and I'm really ready for one now. Want to join
me?"

I wanted to refuse but my dick was getting harder by
the second and my jeans were really bulging so I
simply nodded.

"Great!" said Stu, "There a nice space just behind the
driver's compartment we can do it there and not be
seen."

Stu climbed over his seat and I got my first close up
look at his bulging jeans as he did so. As soon as he
was settled I followed him. We sat opposite each other
and Stu was already unzipping his jeans and sliding
them off his hips as I settled down. Next came Stu's
boxers and I got my first sight of his beautiful uncut
cock. The head of Stu's cock was only partially
covered by the skin and as he started to wank the skin
went right back off the head and exposed his glans. I
had by now unzipped my jeans and pulled them to my
knees and then pulled my underwear down exposing my
rather shorter cut cock. We each watched the other as
we wanked our cocks and Stu was the first to cum.

"Oh yeah, that's better!! It feels great cumming and
being watched!!" said Stu as he shot his load.

The sight of Stu's cock spraying his spunk into the
air was enough to finish me off and I was soon doing
likewise. Stu produced a large piece of absorbent
paper tissue and wiped up the mess and then offered me
some to do the same. When we were ready, we re-dressed
and resumed our deliveries. As we set off, Stu grinned
across at me and said,

"I like the look of that dick of yours. I don't often
see cut dicks. I hope we can do it again."

I grinned back and nodded adding,

"Sure thing. I'd love to."

At the end of our shift Stu and I reported back to the
supervisor who seemed pleased with our work. The
supervisor looked at me hard and said,

"You enjoy it? Have a good day? No problems I hope?
Would you want to do this job regularly? Happy to go
out again with Stu?"

I replied firmly,

"I had a great day. I loved the work and I had no
problems whatsoever. I'd love to do it regularly and
eventually drive my own van but in the meantime I'll
gladly ride along with Stu."

"OK", said the supervisor, "I'll see what I can do?"

Over the next few weeks I had several days of delivery
with Stu and on each one his seduction of me
progressed a little further. On our second day, Stu
asked if I would like to wank him off and he would
wank me. We sat as before facing each other but much
closer together and I grasped hold of his cock and
gave it the best wank I could, given my limited
experience of wanking other people. Stu was much more
expert and he was clever at varying the speed of his
wanking hand to drive me to the point of no return and
then let me lose it until I finally had to beg him to
finish me off. I followed Stu's example and we were
both very excited by the time we shot our creamy loads
over each other's hands and legs.

I looked forward to going to work not just because of
the work itself, which I enjoyed but also because of
the fact that I would almost certainly have fun with
Stu. I was a bit upset when I was told that I would
not be working with Stu for a while but pleased to
learn that this was only temporary while Stu had his
holiday. Two weeks later Stu was back and we were
re-united in the cab of his delivery van. As I climbed
up beside me, Stu gave my prick a gentle squeeze and
said,

"Miss me Dave?"

My dick gave him the answer as it swelled at his
touch. So Dave said,

"OK let's get going and then we can have an early
break."

We did a couple of deliveries and I tried to keep my
dick under control as much as possible but I was
really ready for Stu's welcome hand. After about an
hour we stopped and Stu said,

"Let's get in the back."

I was first over the seats and unzipping myself as he
joined me. Stu looked at me and said,

"Want to try something different today?"

I nodded and Stu reached over and started to pull down
my jeans and underwear. Then, to my surprise, he
leaned forward and began to lick the head of my dick.
A thrill of electricity went through my body and I
became aware that his wet tongue was tracing around
the underside of the head of my dick and down towards
my balls. I moaned and crooned with delight and then
he swallowed the whole of my prick into his mouth and
gently played with my balls. Instinctively I began to
fuck Stu's mouth and he slightly nodded his head to
show that this was what he wanted. I had never
experienced the feeling like the one that I was having
then and I was soon cumming. I said something and
tried to pull out but Stu trapped me inside his mouth
and I shot a fountain of creamy teen cum into his
mouth. My prick pulsed and twitched and shot and Stu
took every drop and licked it clean. I had never felt
so good in all my life and Stu had just sucked me off
and swallowed my cum!! I wondered if he expected me to
do the same but I was not sure whether I could do such
a thing. Stu sensed my nervousness and told me to
kneel down and wank him off and point his dick at my
face. I did as he told me and he was soon ready to
cum. When his spunk shot out it went over my face and
I got to taste some of it. It tasted OK and I lost my
fear and knew that next time I would get to taste the
full amount. This is indeed what happened a couple of
days later as I got to suck Stu's big cock and eat his
cum. As I took his cock into my mouth I began to wank
myself off and as he shot his load into me I covered
his legs with my own creamy spunk.

It was shortly after the first time I sucked Stu off
that I was introduced to the idea of sixty-nining. It
was simply an extension of the position we had taken
when we had first wanked off in the delivery van.
Instead of sitting with our hands in each other's
crotch we now lay with our faces in each other's
crotch. It was a bit uncomfortable lying on the van
floor but the discomfort was offset by the pleasure we
were each giving to and receiving from the other.
After the first time we sixty-nined as often as we
could, although some days when we had a lot of
deliveries we hardly had time to do more than eat
lunch and have a quick fumble. I was gaining more
experience and more fun delivering than I ever thought
possible.

A couple of months later we were driving back towards
the depot at the end of a long day when Stu asked me,

"What are you doing on Saturday night?"

"Not much", I replied.

Well, I'm 21 this weekend, would you like to come to
my party?"

I nodded my agreement. I was unsure what to wear and
decided to go in quite decent clothes. Stu had given
me directions and I found the place easily enough. I
rang the bell and Stu opened the door and ushered me
in. I was slightly overdressed for the occasion! In
the room were four or five guys dressed very casually.
They all smiled at me as I came in and I was
introduced around to them. It soon became clear that
the main purpose of the party was to have sex. Stu led
the way by unzipping one of the other guy's trousers
and taking them off. The guy's large uncut cock was
clearly visible before Stu engulfed it with his warm
mouth. The guy lay on his back and pulled Stu on top
of him so that he could suck the birthday boy's
equally hard cock. As I was watching this I felt a
hand on my crotch and knew that one of the other guys
in the room was feeling my prick. I began to feel his
dick in return and soon we had joined Stu and his
friend in enjoying each other's company. Soon the
whole room was engaged in sexual activity and the
noise and sounds were amazing. I could not be certain
but I think I was the only circumcised guy in the room
but no one seemed to bother either way. Soon the room
was filled with the noise of people cumming and the
tangy smell of cum filled the air. Stu's friend had
been the first to shoot a load and this allowed Stu
the opportunity to watch the rest of the orgy going on
around him. My partner came second shooting his cum
down my willing throat. Eventually everyone had spent
their first load of ball juice and we all sat back
naked but resting. Stu put on a video of guys fucking
each other up the arse and this soon got everyone hard
again. The guy to my right rolled over and indicated
that he would like me to shove my prick up his arse. I
had never done this before but decided that I would
say nothing and picking up tips from the video I
managed to penetrate him. His arse hole was easily
invaded and I was soon pumping in and out of his hole.
He gripped me firmly as I pumped. As I was doing this
I became aware that someone was trying to push his
cock up my arse. I wanted to say that I was a virgin
but thought better of it. I guess he knew because he
was very gentle and although it hurt at first I soon
got used to it. So there I was in the middle of a fuck
sandwich: I was fucking the guy in front and being
fucked by the gut behind. Then I noticed that Stu was
doing much the same thing and that of the two
remaining guys one was sucking the guy I was fucking
and the other the guy that Stu was ploughing. The
sound of grunting and groaning increased as the
inevitable climaxes were reached, although this time
they took longer than before. I felt the dick lodged
deep inside my arse begin to throb and he moaned
louder and yelled that he was cumming. I tried to
squeeze his cock with my muscles but the effect of his
cumming was to set me off and I unloaded my own cream
deep inside the guy I was fucking. This guy came into
the mouth of his sucker who was also shooting his cum
high into the air. A similar scene could be observed
just a short distance away as the other group also
reached their mutual climax.

We all lay back exhausted after that and I guess I
must have slept for a while but was awakened by the
feel of Stu's familiar cock brushing against my lips.
I opened up immediately and began to suck the birthday
boy off with as much energy as I could muster. Stu
added his own encouragement,

"Oh yeah Dave suck my cock!! Suck me dry you cock
sucker!! You love the taste of my dick in your mouth
don't you Dave? Suck me off real good!! Make this a
birthday gift to remember!!"

I looked up into Stu's eyes and smiled my response and
intensified my sucking efforts. Stu face fucked me
slowly and I relished the taste of his cock and the
chewiness if his loose foreskin and then I began to
tease the sensitive area just below the head of his
dick. I knew from previous experience that this drove
him wild and he was begging me to make him cum and so
I relented and he unleashed a fountain of birthday boy
cum into my mouth. He grinned at me and thanked me but
did not offer to finish me off so I lay back and
gently squeezed my own hard prick, which was covered
in oily pre-cum. I later discovered that Stu had been
round every guest and had either delivered a load or
had a load delivered to him by way of a birthday gift.
I also discovered that this party was not only his
birthday party but also his farewell as he was leaving
his job the following week and going abroad.

The next week was really bad, as we had to go on
working together and having sex every lunchtime but
knowing that it would soon end broke my heart. On the
other hand the supervisor had told me that with Stu
going I was in line for promotion. So that is how 5
years later I am chief supervisor of the delivery
staff and get to choose who I go out on deliveries
with. At present there is a dearth of talent but that
doesn't matter because something happened about couple
of years ago that changed my life once again.

In the year or so since Stu left I had not really had
any regular partners but had not gone short of casual
flings or one-night stands. On the particular evening
my life suddenly changed I had got home from work
tired and decided on an early night. I guess it was
about half-one in the morning when I heard the
doorbell. Having cursed and sworn under my breath at
this rude awakening I went to the door and could have
been bowled over by a feather when I saw Bob standing
there. Bob stumbled in,

"I--I didn't know where else to go and when I tell you
why I'm here you'll probably not want me either", Bob
spluttered as he stepped inside.

"Jesus, Bob, what is the matter?" I said.

"Get me a stiff drink - large one - and you'd better
get yourself one as well you're going to need it."

I did as I was asked and brought two large glasses of
whisky. Bob slumped down and began to tell his story.
The early part I knew already but he seemed to have
forgotten that we saw each other regularly. He had
done well at school, got a good degree and got a good
job in the City but now he would be ruined. All except
the last bit I knew and my mind speculated on whether
he had lost countless millions on the stock exchange
or in currency speculation. But this was not the case.
His parents had been on holiday and he had taken
advantage of their absence to invite some friends
round. Unfortunately Bob's father had been taken ill
and they had decided to return home. They arrived to
find Bob cavorting naked around the house and being
chased by a teenage boy of barely sixteen. Bob's
parents had had a fit, thrown the boy and Bob out of
the house. The boy had vanished and Bob could think of
nowhere to go but my flat.

"Now you know, your best mate is a queer and a
paedophile", Bob moaned at the end of his story.

I moved closer to him and put my arm around him.

"It's OK Bob. It could have happened to me as well -
well maybe not the young teenager bit - but I could
have been caught like you were."

Bob looked up at me blankly slowly what I said began
to register so I went on,

"Yes, Bob, I'm gay too and do you know what I've
always wanted to have sex with you. Remember that
first wank we had together. I longed to do more with
you but I thought you were against it and never wanted
to experiment again."

"Against it, Dave! I loved it but I felt guilty and
was sure that you'd hate me if I suggested we try it
again or go even further."

I was right beside Bob now and had my arm around him
and I drew him in close to me. I slid my hand down
towards his crotch and gave his flaccid cock a gentle
squeeze before helping him to his feet.

"Come on Bob, let's go to bed. We've got a lot of
catching up to do."

Bob and I made love several times in several different
positions that night and in the morning we agreed that
we should share the flat. Everything would be fine:
all we had to do was to tell our respective parents
that we were now officially 'a couple'. This proved
easier than either of us could have imagined. So now,
two years later, we are still together and are really
glad that although it took us a long time to find out
about each other, we eventually did do so and we
haven't regretted a moment since.

Hope you liked the story. If so, please let me know
cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk