Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 16:34:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Blaine' New Life - Chapter 15

Blaine's New Life
By Rebel
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Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between
Males.  If material of this nature offends you, then you should not read
this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states
you are not allowed to read this story by law.

All of the other disclaimers from previous chapters apply.

Thank you all very much for the encouragement.  I really appreciate
everyone who has kept after me to continue the story.  I DO answer all
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Chapter 14 -- Strange New World (Continued)

Once we got close, I was starting to come out of my stupor and wondered
which side `she' would go into.  Much to my surprise, Kelly kept leading me
right on into the men's room and up to a urinal.  "Look, I'm sorry, I've
been coming here for so long, I just kinda figured that either you knew by
yourself, or that Michael would have said something.  I saw you watching me
earlier, and I wanted to meet you.  I sure didn't mean to mislead you."  As
Kelly was talking, I heard a zipper open, and a piss stream started.  I so
much wanted to look down, but I knew that would be extremely rude.  I think
Kelly could see my quandary because `she' said, "It's ok, I don't mind.
Have a look."

It's all I could do to NOT look, but my curiosity got the best of me and I
looked down to see that Kelly had turned toward me and had the front of his
pants open.  In his hand there was a nice-looking, slender, about 4-inch
long, circumcised cock.  I also saw some odd looking underwear and I
watched as he deftly tucked himself back inside the sleeve, and then pulled
the string around his waist which effectively pulled his cock into the area
between his legs.  As I watched the zipper being pulled back up and the
belt buckle being fastened, all I could do was shake my head.  Even though
I knew the truth of what I'd just seen, but I'll be damned if he didn't
look like a woman down there once he was fully dressed.  "Do you need to
go?" Kelly asked.

"Uuhh... no, I'm fine, but I sure could use some fresh air.  Is it possible
to go outside and come back in without having to pay another cover charge?"
I asked as we headed for the door.  I think the most amazing thing to me,
well, other than what I'd been shown standing at the urinal, was that fact
that nobody gave us even a second glance as we maneuvered through the club
from the "men's" room.

"Sure, let's grab our drinks and head out to the patio," she told me as she
herded me around.  "Guys, we're gonna head out on the patio for a bit," she
told Michael and Dennis, "Poor Blaine has had quite a `shocking revelation'
and needs some air."  I think I heard the guys giggle as we headed across
the floor to the patio door.

The outside air was refreshing from the stuffy staleness inside the bar.
Even though California passed their anti-smoking laws, it was still a
confined place with lots of people, and the outside evening air smelled
good as I inhaled deeply, trying to make sense of everything that had
happened during the evening.  Kelly was patient as we found seats around
one of the tables and she just waited for me to talk.  It wasn't a strained
silence, I just felt like she was giving me space to figure things out for
myself.

"Is Kelly your real name?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound not too
harsh.

She smiled over to me and said, "Yes Blaine, Kelly Evans is my real name.
I'm 25 years old, graduated at 20 from Stanford with a degree in Political
Science.  My parents were a product of the `Love' generation of the 60's,
and I have three moms and two dads, three sisters and four brothers.  I've
often wondered if my parents had some inclination about how I'd turn out
when they named me, but looking back at it, all of us kids have non-gender
specific names.  Because of my friendship with the family, I was lucky
enough to get in on the ground floor of the campaign to get Bill Keats
elected.  We hit it off right from the start, and his partner thought that
I would make a good assistant to him while he's in office.  I'm usually
dressed in a business suit and running my ass off around the capitol
building trying to get things done.  I just enjoy dressing up like this
once in a while to drop all of that other nonsense and become someone new.
Now that you have me in a nutshell, could I ask you a question?"

"Sure, ask away... and I think I owe you an apology for the way I acted
earlier.  That was rude of me, but thank you for being patient.  All of
this is so new to me, and it's more than a bit overwhelming," I tried to
explain.

"Don't worry about it hot stuff, I thought your befuddlement was kinda
cute," she said allowing a little giggle to creep into her voice.  "Anyway,
you mentioned earlier that this was your first time in a gay bar.  Does
that mean that you're just coming out, or what?" she asked.

"Well, I think it's the `or what' category," I told her and proceeded to
give her a brief rundown of my life including my marriage and divorce, but
being careful to leave out the details concerning Dillon and Garret, and
their dogs, but I did mention Jerry.  I was careful to leave out any
reference to their ages because I didn't want to lie, but I didn't want
that little detail to get out.  She listened patiently, asking a couple of
questions along the way.  I felt really comfortable sitting there chatting
with her like an old friend.  It was easy to think of her as a female
friend when she was dressed the way she is now.  I just wasn't too sure
what it would be like to relate to `her' as a male.  All I knew for sure
was that I did want to see Kelly again, and learn more about this
fascinating person.

"You two seem to be getting along well," I heard and I looked up to see
Michael and Dennis, drinks in hand, joining us at our table.

"So what's goin' on with you guys?" I asked, I guess trying to mask my own
nervousness at this strange situation.

"They're starting to set up the stage and runway for the drag show, so
everyone's kinda taking a break for while.  Uhh... Blaine, it's almost ten
o'clock -- in case you're interested," Dennis reminded me of my date with
Steve.

"Really?" I asked, looking at my watch.  "Damn, time flies when you're
having fun," and everyone laughed at my usage of that old line.

"Why?  What happens at 10 o'clock?" Kelly asked.

"That's when we close the dining room," I heard a deep voice behind me, and
then felt a pair of hands on my shoulders as I sat there.  "Ok wench, are
you trying to steal my date for tonight?"  `Oh shit!' I thought, `what's
gonna happen now?'

"NO, NO, kind sir, I would never do that!" and I saw Kelly raise her hands
in mock surrender.  "How are you doin' tonight Steve?  Get over here and
give me a kiss."

Steve dutifully stepped around my chair and leaned down and gave Kelly a
kiss on the proffered cheek.  "Well, just see that you don't.  I just
stopped by to make sure that none of the vultures around here had their
hooks into Blaine here, but I find that he's in good hands.  After all the
grief that Tony was giving me, I wasn't sure if you had maybe left," he
said looking back at me.  He giggled as he said, "I don't know what you
said to him, but I've never seen him so pissed."

I related the story of Tony's actions when I went to pay the bill, and
everyone had a good chuckle.  "I didn't mean for you to pay for dinner
tonight Blaine," Dennis said after things quieted down.

"I wanted to guys, it's my treat in return for you taking me under your
wing like this and showing me an extra special good time.  I've met several
very interesting people tonight along with two special people who I want to
see more of," I said to the group as I reached out and took the hands of
both Steve and Kelly.  "Besides, after I knew the score, I just had to rub
things in when I left a tip and emphasized that I would be coming back.  I
take it that you haven't been paid your tips yet from this evening," I said
looking over at Steve.

"No, not yet, Tony just started clearing the till when I stepped out here
looking for you.  Why -- what did you do?" he asked, concern showing in his
eyes.

"Let's just say that I don't think you're gonna have much more trouble with
him.  Now you need to run back in there and finish up so we can go.
Oh... I thought you couldn't go in the bar because of the liquor laws," I
told him.

"Uuhh Blaine, in case you haven't noticed, this is the patio.  I can come
out here; in fact we often serve guests out here during the day.  But
you're right; I don't want to stay any later than I need to.  I'll see you
in about an hour, ok?" he asked.

"I'll be waiting.  I don't know exactly where I'll be, but I'm sure you can
find me," I smiled and squeezed his hand.  He squeezed mine back, and then
leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before he headed to the
outside patio door to finish up.

"Talk about puppy love," and I turned back around to see three smirks on
three faces that started me to blush.  "Oh, and he blushes so nicely too,"
Kelly followed up.

"But... but... but... whaddya mean -- why would he be in love," I
sputtered.

"Not him darling... YOU!" she said and all three of them just roared.  I
felt my blush go up about ten notches.  `Shit,' I thought, `is my lust for
this kid that transparent?'  I knew that no matter what I said, it would be
wrong, so I just sat there and let them laugh.

Dennis saw my desolation as I was sitting there and immediately sombered
up.  Him stopping laughing had a similar effect on the rest.  They turned
and looked at me and Dennis slid his hand over and took mine.  "Blaine, I'm
sorry.  We were just having a little fun... but... obviously it was at your
expense and I apologize for that.  It was unfair of us "long term gays" to
take advantage of you that way."

"Oh shit, I never thought about that," Michael added.  Poor Kelly was
looking back and forth between all of our faces, trying to figure out just
what had happened.  Michael saw her questioning look so he explained.
"Kelly, this really is Blaine's first time in a gay bar... and being so
close to us.  Although Dennis and I have been openly partners as long as
Blaine and he have been forming the company, we've never really socialized
much.  It wasn't anything like obvious avoidance; it was just that we moved
in different circles.  Monday, Blaine approached Dennis and wanted to know
more, so we suggested that we take him out tonight for dinner and dancing.
Us just being us, and bantering back and forth like we usually do has
caused problems for Blaine, and we were so inconsiderate of his feelings."

The light dawned in Kelly's eyes and she looked over at me and took my
other hand.  "Then these guys don't know as much about your epiphany as
you've told me then," she said.  I saw the look of lack of understanding go
between Michael and Dennis as I could just nod my head.  "Well Blaine, I
think I'll leave you to talk with your mentors.  I have really had a great
time with you tonight, and you're the first man I've danced with in a long
time who knew how to dance -- and a waltz at that.  I certainly hope that
we can be friends, and I'd like to talk to you again sometime.  Here," and
she handed me a business card, "Call me and we'll set up lunch or
something, ok?"

"Uuhh sure, I really enjoyed myself too, and I'd like that.  I'll call
maybe the first of the week," I said as I started to get up.

"No, just keep your seat; you guys need to talk.  And for what it's worth,
I hope you enjoy your night with Steve.  He's really cute, he's got a
gorgeous ass, and he's legal," she said with a twinkle in her eye as she
squeezed my shoulder and walked back inside.  All I could do was watch her
sashay her way back to the cluster of people at the door, and then I turned
back around to two expectant faces.

`Oh boy, how do I explain this?' I thought.

"Well, I have to agree with her on one thing -- Steve DOES have a nice
ass," Michael chuckled, and then sat back as if waiting for `the rest of
the story'.  Dennis looked more than a little uncomfortable at this turn of
events, and actually squirmed in his chair.

"Dennis, it's no big deal.  We just hit it off so well, I just started
telling her about everything that's happened since I got back from Germany.
It's no big deal; it's not like it's a secret or anything, we just haven't
had a lot of time around the office in the last three days to talk about
anything but that damn Denver project."  I could see that Dennis was
getting more at ease and nodded at my comment about the Denver problem.  So
I started in by telling them both about Donnie and my teenage years, and
then followed by a brief coverage of high school and college, meeting and
marrying Cindy, then the separation and divorce.  As the details unfolded I
could see that I had the undivided attention of both Dennis and Michael.

Then I got into the `meat' of the questions and gave them most of the
details about my last week.  I'm sure they could read between the lines
because they both seemed to get the same self-satisfied look on their face.
"So now you know all of the `dirty little secrets' about my double life," I
chuckled.

"I don't know about Dennis, but you're the first person that I've ever met
who came to that realization so late in life," Michael said as he reached
for his drink.  "Most everyone I know, including me, had some idea they
were attracted to boys about the same time that puberty hit.  About the
only thing I can offer is that learning about your gay side is a continuing
process.  Often times gays are their own most outspoken critics; but
usually in private or in clubs where you can be safe.  Try not to be to
thin-skinned and let a lot of what you hear or see in a venue like this
just roll off your back."

"Blaine, we didn't mean anything bad by giving you a hard time about
getting with Steve.  For me at least, the drastic change in you from the
Blaine I thought I knew for what, 5 years, has been a little fast to
follow," Dennis explained, and what he said made a lot of sense to me.  I
knew there were going to be big changes in my life when I realized that I
was attracted to guys, but all of this is more than a little overwhelming.

"Sorry guys, I didn't mean to be such a downer for you tonight.  I really,
REALLY appreciate you taking me out tonight and helping me make this first
step.  And one of the best things is having a cute 18 year old chase--"

"EIGHTEEN!!" they both said rather a little too loudly.  All I could do was
nod, as they started chuckling again, but this time rather than getting
upset or worried, I saw the comic relief in the situation and chuckled
right along with them.

"Well... what can I say?  I must be a magnet for the younger guys," I said
and I thought Dennis was gonna loose it right there.  We had to pat him on
the back after he tried to inhale his scotch, much to the amusement of
Michael.

"Yes... you definitely are NOT the man I knew a month ago before you left
for Germany," Dennis finally was able to get out.  "I kinda like this new
Blaine better -- he's sure a lot easier to talk to."

"Guys... I keep hearing all these old show tunes playing over the speakers;
does that mean the Drag Show has started?" I asked hoping to change the
subject.

"Oh... yeah," Michael replied and got to his feet.  We drifted back to the
patio door and had to squeeze inside to a standing room only crowd.  Dolly
was onstage belting out a rendition of "Hello Dolly" in a surprisingly good
lip sync to Ethel Merman.  I found that I enjoyed her/his performance with
all of the overly exaggerated gestures and movements as she moved around
the stage.  Following her three or four songs we were treated to Liza
Minnelli singing "Cabaret."  These entertainers were quite good, and except
for the occasional Adam's apple or hefty thighs, you would almost think
they were the real thing.  I was so involved watching the show, I didn't
see the cute little number clad only in a skimpy little thong sidle up to
me with a tray in one hand.

"Hi handsome," he gushed to me and I looked over to see a wildly exotic
makeup job on his face -- not distasteful, just exaggerated.  "Steve asked
me to let you know that he was waiting for you at the patio door; and
booyy... did he hit the jackpot," he said turning to move off but also
sliding his hand down my front to gently grope my package.  I was so taken
by surprise, it took me a few seconds to recover and look around for
Michael and Dennis, but found that they were both looking at me only a few
feet away.  I made my way over to them to tell them that I was leaving.

"I take it that that was the first time you've been groped in public?"
Michael asked.

"Ahhh... yeah... it was unusual, to say the least," I replied.

"Well, you can expect it whenever you go out sweet thing, especially as
luscious as you look," he told me.  "I take it that he delivered a
message..."

"UUhh... yeah," I almost had to shout to be heard over the loud music.  "I
want to thank you both for a great evening, and I'll see you tomorrow at
the office," I said to Dennis.

"We had a great time too Blaine, and don't worry about being late tomorrow;
I'll tell Debbie not expect to see you before noon," and his eyes fairly
twinkled as his lascivious mind took over.

I thought about what he'd said and decided to take him up on his offer.
"That'd be great, and get your mind out of the gutter, you slut," and I
slapped him on the back as I moved past.  Michael grabbed me in a hug and
kissed my cheek, winking as I started for the patio door.


"Whew!" I said as I pushed past the final hurdle and escaped the oppressive
heat and confinement and all but fell into Steve's arms when I got out of
the door.

"Is it always so crowded?" I asked as we moved away from the exit, heading
toward the gate in the outside fence.

"Yeah, pretty much every Wednesday," Steve replied as we made good our
escape and headed to the parking lot to retrieve my car.

"Do you have a car here?" I asked him, "Wanna follow me over to my place?"

"No, I just live a few blocks down 21st Street so I usually just walk to
work," he replied as we walked.

"Good!" I said, causing him to raise an eyebrow at my emphasis.  "Would you
drive us to my place?  I've been drinking and I'd rather not spend the
night in jail and have a DUI to face in the morning," I explained.

"Sure," he said, taking the keys from my outstretched hand, "Which one is
it?"

"Just push the red button on the key fob and the car will wink its lights
at you," I told him.  Oh, the glories of these modern cars; they even tell
you where you parked and unlock themselves so you don't have to fumble with
a key.  Steve pressed the button and we headed off in the direction of the
flashing lights.

"Damn Blaine, this is nice," Steve said as we walked up on the car.

"You wanna put the top down?" I asked him.  "It's a nice night."

"Sure, that'd be wild.  Thanks for trusting me with your new car Blaine; I
promise I'll be careful," he said as we stowed the top in the back and got
in.

"Don't worry about it Steve, it's insured.  Hehehe, besides, it's my ex's,"
I chuckled which got a dazzling smile from my `designated driver'.

We buckled up and Steve cautiously backed out of the slot and headed for
the exit.  "I live about eight miles from here and the easiest way to get
there is to turn left and head to the Interstate," to which he nodded that
he understood.  After checking for traffic in both directions, he pulled
out and got up to speed with the flow of traffic.

We hadn't traveled three blocks when suddenly flashing red and blue lights
lit up the night behind us and a bright spot light lit up the interior of
the roadster.  I could see that it visibly shook Steve, so I put my hand on
his leg and said, "Don't worry about it.  Just pull over and relax."  He
pulled to the curb as quickly as he could find space in the next block and
the cruiser pulled up close behind.  I told him to turn off the ignition,
but to just keep his hands on the wheel so the cop could see them.  "And
above all, don't give him any lip.  We don't need you in jail tonight
either," and gave his leg a reassuring squeeze.

I looked back over my shoulder into the bright light and saw a tall,
slightly heavyset city cop saunter his way up to the driver's side.  I
noticed that he took great pains to check out the license plate, and then
stand with his feet apart and one hand on his holster.  I guess he must
have thought we were on the `most wanted' list or something.  "I wanna see
your license and the registration for this fancy car, gay boy," he spit out
at us.  As Steve reached for his wallet in the pocket of his slacks, I
opened the glove compartment, retrieved the registration, and handed it to
him.  He in turn handed both documents to the surly cop.  He read both and
then stepped back to verify the license plate number before resuming his
threatening posture beside the car.

"Weeeelll... Mister Will-yams... you seem to have a problem.  The name on
this license doesn't match the registration.  Did you steal this car, GAY
BOY?"  Before Steve could answer, I handed over my license that I had
retrieved along with the registration.

"But it will match the name on my license, Officer... Myers," I read off of
his nameplate as I leaned over Steve.

"And who are you -- his trick for the night MISTER Rawl-yns?" his surly
voice asked.  Although I was wanting to pound this jerk in the face, I knew
that that was a `no-win' scenario so I just sat still.  "The reason I
pulled you two GAAAY boys over was that I saw you tear out of that parking
lot of that GAAAAY bar back there, and saw you weaving down the road.  How
much have you had to drink tonight GAY boy?" he asked Steve but was looking
at me.

"Nuth... nothing sir, I just got off work there and was driving--"

"Then you won't have any objection to a breath-alyzer test then will you,
GAY boy?" he interrupted.

"Officer, I'm the one who's had too much to drink and drive," I told him,
"That's why this young man volunteered to drive me home," I tried to
explain.  "And I'm sure he won't have any problem blowing in a balloon for
you if you REALLY think that's necessary.  The young man is a waiter at the
restaurant back there, and he'd not old enough to drink, and to the best of
my knowledge, he hasn't had a drop to drink."

"Ooohhh, and who do you think you are that I should take your word for it?"
he spit in my direction.  I wanted to tell him that I was the asshole who
was gonna kick his redneck ass for him, but decided that that probably
wasn't the best approach.  I then remembered Kelly's card that I had in my
pocket, so I decided to try something.

"Well, if you don't believe me, we can all go back to the club and you can
ask State Senator Keats instead.  That's who I met for dinner, and I'm sure
he's still there, so why don't we just head back there and ask him?"  I
noticed that the name did mean something to him because I saw his shoulders
stiffen and his hands started shifting around looking for someplace to be.

"Yeah, I'll bet," he said, but I thought I could hear a lot less bravado in
his voice.

"Well, here's the card of his personal assistant that I was given to
contact him tomorrow," I told him as I reached inside my coat and pulled
out Kelly's card, and handed it to him.  I had looked at her card, and it
was quite impressive with the State Seal embossed on one side.  As he read
the card, his entire demeanor changed.

"Uuhh... That won't be necessary Mister Rawlins, I'm sure the situation is
as you say it is," he said as he handed back the card and my license.
"Uuhh... Mister Williams, I must have been mistaken about the weaving.  I'm
sure your story is correct," he told Steve as he handed back his license
and the registration.  "Please excuse the intrusion gentlemen... Have a
good evening," and he rapidly retreated back to the cruiser.

It's always been my experience that cops leave those damn annoying lights
on forever, long past the need for them has passed, I guess just to draw
attention to the driver they have pulled over.  Well, this guy sure didn't.
Just as fast as he got back to the car, the lights went out, he backed up,
and pulled out into traffic, making another car screech his brakes.  Steve
and I looked at each other and started laughing.

"Was the Senator there tonight?" Steve asked.

"Damned if I know, I've never met the man," I told him as we both just sat
there and chuckled at each other.  "I know that Kelly was, and obviously
our redneck cop friend didn't want to find out.  I'm not surprised by the
cop's reaction though, he's been in the news a lot over the last couple of
years trying to champion hate crime legislation, especially gay bashing.
I'm sure the cop didn't want to meet him.  In fact, right about now I'm
sure he's shittin' his pants because I said his name, and he's really
hoping I don't make a report about all this.  I think it will be a very
good reason for me to give Kelly a call tomorrow," I chortled as we pulled
out into traffic, again heading toward the Interstate.


Steve is a good driver, and following my instructions, we pulled into the
driveway and I reached over and pushed the garage door opener for him to
pull in.  As the door rose, I saw a folded piece of paper flutter out and
float down.  Steve stopped the car and I got out to retrieve the note, and
he pulled on into the garage stall.  As I was walking in, I saw that the
note was signed by Garret, one of the little boys who spent the weekend
before teaching me about my new life.  I folded it and stuck it in my shirt
pocket; I'd read it later.  "Wow, that's a beautiful old Corvette there
Blaine," Steve's comment brought me back to the present.

"Yeah, that's my car, where this one was Cindy's.  I got it a few years ago
and really enjoy driving it, but I use the T-Bird for my usual driving," I
told him as I reached up for the button to close the door.  "C'mon, let's
go inside," and I led him into the kitchen from the garage.  He came in and
was looking around as I turned on lights and made the house more welcoming.
I also flipped on the pool lights and they had the desired effect.

"Wow, that's a great looking pool," Steve said, "It's about the same size
as my folks have."  He opened the glass door and stepped out onto the deck.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked him.  "I do have beer if you'd
like one."

He chuckled at my invitation but said, "Nah, I'm fine, I had a Coke before
I left work, so I'm good."  I grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge thinking that
I'd probably had enough alcohol for one night, and joined him on the deck.
As I came up behind him he turned and took me into his arms.  I didn't
resist his advances but fell into a tight embrace that led to a long
make-out session while we stood next to the water.  I could feel that he
was just as hard as I was and I was anxious to see what he had.  I
remembered very vividly the tube I had stared at earlier, and I really
wanted to feel it for myself.

I slid my hand around between us, by try as I might, I could NOT undo the
fastener at the front of his pants.  Steve chuckled and pulled back from
me.  "Malcolm had these especially tailored for us to cling to all the
right spots and they are a bit difficult to get out of."  I was intrigued
and watched carefully as he pulled on a flap at the side that was held with
Velcro and then a slide fastener directly over the zipper.  The tab of the
zipper was fitted into a pouch in the band and had to be lifted up to
release.  After that, they came open in the normal fashion.  When he saw
the look of amazement he told me, "With all of those Nellie queens that
come in, sometimes they get more than a little free with their hands and
try to grab whatever they can.  Malcolm said that he's had guys actually
accosted while they were standing there trying to take an order.  So he had
these made up so that it's a lot more difficult for them to get hold of a
zipper or button."

Once they were open, I saw that he didn't have any undies on and the pants
lay open but didn't drop; they were too tight and well tailored.  Steve
quickly helped me off with my sport coat and reached for my fly.
Momentarily we were embracing again and I had easy access to where I wanted
to be.  He had moved his cock from the downward pointing position that I
first remember and I found it lying off to his right side.  I felt a thick
shaft and nice firm balls directly in front, and then I started to ease my
hand up to find the cockhead.  I started off slowly, but after a few
moments of sliding my hand up, I still couldn't feel the edge of his
corona.  `My god,' I thought, `how long is this snake?'

I finally felt like I was getting close when I felt that his cock was
entangled in the waistband and the inside pocket of his trousers.  Steve
had been doing the same thing to me, but he had released my cock from the
confines of my boxer briefs, and I felt my cock surge in his hand and I
knew I was precumming profusely all over his stroking hand.  It felt great,
but I was getting continually frustrated with my effort to free him from
his clothing.  I finally had to pull back and actually look down to see
what I was doing.  I found that in my haste, I had wedged his cock in that
area of his trousers that just was not going to give way.  Steve chuckled
at my frustration and released my cock so he could take his in one hand
while he lifted with the other to get himself untangled from the clothes
that had conspired against me.

When his cock finally popped free, I was dumbstruck.  It wasn't overly
thick, but it had to be about 12-inches long and had a beautiful pink head
looking back at me.  His circumcision scar was quite long, but in
proportion to that huge piece of meat.  I was mesmerized by what I saw, and
very gingerly slid my hand over the entire length, eliciting a long, low
moan from Steve.  "Oh god, I've waited all night for that," he cooed into
my ear.

"Me too baby, ever since that first moment you caught me staring in the
restaurant," I replied while I maintained paying homage to his beautiful
penis.  I increased my grip and pulled up again, getting another moan from
Steve, but accompanied this time by a shudder as he started to spasm.

"Can we go to your room?" he asked, "It isn't going to take much."  I
realized how close he had come to shooting out his load, so I immediately
turned loose and stood up straight, looking into his eyes.  Wordlessly, I
took him by the hand and led him through the house to my bedroom.  I turned
the lights on low and maneuvered him to the edge of the bed.  He hooked his
pants on both sides as he sat down, and I took them by the bottoms and
pulled them down his smooth, shapely legs.

I stood and threw the pants over a chair, then walked around to the other
side of the bed, and stripped out of my clothes in record time.  As I
looked up, Steve had moved to the headboard on the other side.  Smiling at
each other we reached down together and flipped the bedding back.  He
giggled as I plopped my butt onto my side of the bed, so he did the same
and jumped up a little bit, turned in the air, and landed on the fluffy
mattress next to me.  I knew he was on a hair trigger, so I pointedly
ignored his beautiful cock and diverted my attentions to his nicely formed
pecs and his erect nipples that looked like they were just aching for
abuse.

I was getting so turned on by this boy, I momentarily flashed back over the
past couple of weeks, and how much my life, especially my sex life, has
changed.  My married life was good, but by comparison, this was so much
more -- and what I was finding out, has been what's been missing all this
time.  I was gently massaging Steve's beautiful chest, paying particular
attention to his already erect nipples.  The darker brown of his
quarter-sized nipples contrasted nicely with his tanned pecs, which also
contrasted with the whiter band around his hips where he was obviously
covered by a skimpy Speedo while tanning.  `Wow, he'd sure look good in an
all-over tan,' I daydreamed, but then sighed as I remembered the Victorian
mores of our general society that thought the human form was something to
keep covered and hidden away at all times.

I leaned down and licked first one nipple and then the other.  "Ooohhhh
gawd Blaine, that feels soooo good," Steve moaned in my ear as I feverishly
worked over his nips, gradually sucking on them and lightly biting the
tips.  Steve liked his nipples worked over just as much as I did.  As one
hand worked on the nipple that wasn't in my mouth, the other was feeling
all over his lower abdomen, balls, and perineum; anywhere I could reach
without actually stroking his leaking cock because I knew he'd blow almost
instantly, and I wanted this to last.  I finally slid my hand up over his
balls and firmly encircled the base of his rigid dick that was waving like
a flagpole with my thumb and forefinger.  As I slowly but firmly slid up
that magnificent tool, enfolding my remaining fingers around the shaft,
milking an awesome amount of precum from the engorged glans which oozed
over the top of my fingers.

"Damn Steve, that's gotta be a foot long," I whispered as I watched the
show.

He chuckled and said, "No, not quite.  The last time I measured, it was
only about 10 ½" long... but it's so damn skinny," he lamented.  `Poor
boy,' I thought, but I wasn't about to let it escape my grasp.  I had been
lazily humping again his leg as I explored, and I was getting close so I
decided that maybe we had better get this first cumming taken care of, then
maybe later we might find enough energy for more fun and games.  I knew
there was no way in hell that I was gonna be able to take that monster
entirely in my mouth, but I was determined to give it a good try.
Remembering back to what the boys had taught me, I swung around so that my
hips were close to Steve's head, allowing him the opportunity to do to me
whatever he wanted as I went down on him.

I eased myself up onto Steve's hip, repositioning one arm between his legs
while I could still use my other hand to hold the base of his cock for my
onslaught.  As I ever so slowly slid my hand up and down his rigid shaft, I
could feel that there was absolutely no excess skin to move; thank god for
the copious amount of precum he was producing.  `The doctors who practice
the barbaric disfigurement of circumcising boys ought to be drawn and
quartered,' I thought as I watched intently.  I couldn't hold off any
longer; I HAD to have this magnificent specimen in my mouth.  I opened my
mouth wide and engulfed the entire head, not touching any of it, but just
getting it inside my mouth.  When I felt it touch the back of my mouth, I
clamped down with my lips and tongue, suctioning as tightly as I could.

"OH FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!!" escaped from Steve as I was rewarded with his
surprise at the warm, wet entrapment.  I almost instantly felt Steve's
mouth slip earnestly over my cock and start to slurp frantically.  I knew
that neither of us would last too much longer, so I started to go down as
far as I could without gagging, trying to give him as good as I could with
my limited experience.  It felt like only a couple of minutes before I felt
the telltale tickling start deep within me, but I was still trying my
damndest to hold back and bring him off first.  I slipped my middle finger
deep inside his waiting and wanting hole, determined to get him to shoot
first.  I lost my quest as I felt my orgasm explode throughout my loins and
electrify my entire body as I felt my sperm travel up and out of my cock.
If I could have screamed, I would have, but I found that about all that
could escape my very full mouth were guttural moans and grunts.

Much to my surprise, since I was in the throes of my orgasm, my mouth and
throat were flooded with the hot sperm shooting out of Steve's cock, and I
found myself on autopilot as I swallowed as fast as I could, not wanting to
waste even one precious drop of his sweet-tasting honey.  I suddenly found
myself being ONLY aware of Steve's cock in my mouth and the fantastic
feeling between my legs.  Everything else faded from existence as I fell
headlong into the vast chasm of sexual delight.  I lost all track of time
and space, concentrating on my feelings, my brain franticly trying to fit
it into my library of my past experiences -- and losing miserably.

It could have been an hour for all I know before I gradually came back to
the `here-and-now' of my existence.  I could feel a warm scraping sensation
on my cockshaft and was finally able to realize that Steve was licking me
clean.  I swallowed the remnants in my mouth, worked my tongue around
Steve's cockhead to get everything, and then pulled off to find that even
with my most concerted efforts, my hand and his pubes were covered with his
cum.  I instantly set about doing to him what Steve was doing to me,
wanting everything deep within my stomach.

We mutually finished and I rolled onto my back, but still lazily played
with his balls and lower shaft as he was doing to me.  I still had no
concept of time before I felt Steve swing his legs away from me, spin
around, and come up over the top of me.  We just looked into each other's
eyes, but I could also see that his entire lower face was still wet,
presumably with what he had taken from me.  I briefly wondered if I looked
as sloppy, but found that I really didn't care.  I just slid my hands up
his back and pulled him to me, planting my open mouth on his.  He felt so
warm and wonderful in my embrace as we slowly explored each other's mouths
without the urgency that we had felt earlier.

I felt Steve's shoulders tense and he lifted himself off me, pulling back
far enough that we could look at each other without going cross-eyed.
"Wow, that was... the best," he simply said.

"For me too Steve," I responded easily.  `Funny how this boy put me so at
ease with the situation and my own participation in it,' I thought as I
lazily played with the few hairs between his pecs.

"It was a long shift Blaine, and a great time here with you.  Would it be
alright with you if we just got showered and called it a night?  I promise
I'll make it up to you in the morning," he blurted out and I could see a
tinge of fear in his eyes.

"Sure baby," I told him, "And don't worry about `making anything up' to me;
you wore this old man out, you little minx," and reached down and squeezed
his firm butt cheeks.  I saw relief flood his features and he smiled down
at me.  I sensed that he was exhausted as I was so I said, "Let's just go
to sleep and leave the shower `til morning.  I don't have any problem with
being snuggled up next to a gorgeous, cum-covered, smelly boy all night.
I'm sure I don't smell all that fresh either."  We maneuvered around,
grabbing the bedclothes as we moved, and finally were stretched out in the
right direction and leisurely holding and lightly stroking each other.

"You're really a fantastic person Blaine," he said looking at me from his
pillow, "How come I haven't seen you in the club before?  Did you just move
here?"

I chuckled as I responded, "No, that's the first time I've ever been to a
gay nightclub.  The guys I was with are my business partner and his
partner.  When I talked to him Monday about the gay lifestyle, he suggested
that they take me out tonight; and boy, am I glad they did."

"I can't believe that last night was your first time in a gay club.  Where
else have you been meeting guys?" he asked, kinda taken aback at my
statement.

"Uh, well, up until about a week ago, I didn't realize that I was gay," I
said matter-of-factly.  I saw his eyes get big so I followed up with, "And
I was married before this, so there really wasn't much of a reason for me
to go."  I could see the gears turning in his head and knew that he was
gonna start asking a lot of questions.  "Let's talk tomorrow -- it's been a
long day for me too."

Steve just smiled, rose up, and moved over to give me a warm kiss.
"Anything you say, ooldd mmaannnn," and he giggled as he nestled into my
embrace with my limp cock resting comfortably between his warm ass cheeks.
`I think I'm gonna like this new life,' I remember thinking as I drifted
off to dreamland.

To Be Continued...