Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2005 15:12:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fundamental Principals IV

	Holly invited me to crash at her place, since it must
have been obvious that I was dog tired.  After we ate
dinner, we left Belle talking to a nice looking black
man she had met at the bar, and headed back to her
place.  She wanted to know everything Buford had said
during our meeting.  She squealed with delight when I
told her he wanted me to come work for him personally
in his house.
	"James told me over the phone, that Gil was leaving
to go spend some time exploring Europe."  I
acknowledged that Gil had told me the same.  "Gee, you
come out of the closet with a bang boy."  She pulled
into her driveway, and we double checked the car was
locked properly before heading up the stairs to her
apartment.
	"I can sleep on the couch Holly," I said, woozy with
lack of good rest.
	"Not on your life butch.  There's plenty of room in
my bed, and I don't mind sharing it."  I let her lead
me to it, and she helped remove my clothes.  When I
was down to my briefs, she didn't hesitate to pull
them off, leaving me naked.  I rolled across the bed
to the side she indicated I could have, and pulled the
down comforter over my tired body.  Holly puttered
around the kitchen area for a few minutes with me
paying less and less attention to her as I drifted off
to sleep.  I never realized she had finally come to
bed.

	I woke in the early dawn hours, with a piss hard and
found her snuggled next to me with her right arm
draped across my chest.  She looked drawn and tired
herself.  I wondered how well she had slept with me in
the bed.  I lifted her arm, and slipped from under the
comforter, and padded barefoot to the toilet.
Afterward, I tried to get dressed without waking her.
I carried my shoes down the stairs, and sat at the
bottom to put them on.  As quietly as possible, I
unlocked and opened the door to the parking lot.

	I decided to grab some breakfast and take another
look at my new apartment before heading back to start
packing my few belongings.  Gail answered the door
when I rang the bell a little after seven.  Birds were
singing in the trees that shaded the house, and he
invited me in.  He was still wrapped in a terry-cloth
robe, and had wet hair.  I suspected he'd just gotten
out of the shower.  I asked where Lonny was, and he
said he had to be at work by seven.  I told him I
wanted to check out the apartment again, but had left
my key in my apartment back home.
	"No problem.  I'll pour us a couple of mugs of
coffee, and we'll go look again."  He busied himself,
asking how I liked my coffee.  I told him black, and
he returned with two steaming mugs.  He selected a
ring of keys hanging on a hook behind a pantry door,
and led the way out the front door around the rear
past the bed of irises blooming violet in the morning
sun.  At the rear, he started up the stairs ahead of
me to the second floor which was my place.  Unlocking
the door, he stood back to let me enter first.
	We walked through the rooms, and while I made mental
notes of where things I owned could go, Gail leaned
against the arched door way between the kitchenette
and the dining-room area watching me.  When I had a
good picture of the layout, I thanked him for the
trouble, and we locked the door as we went back down
to his and Lonny's place.  I finished my coffee, and
he automatically refilled our mugs.  He acted like he
wanted to talk, so I joined him in their living room.
	"Lonny would kill me, if he found out about this," he
said.  "But I've had the hots for your bod ever since
you showed up to see the place the first time.  I
prayed you would come back and take it.  And here you
are. . ."  He gave me a look, and set his mug down on
the floor beside the chair he was sitting in.  "Do you
think it's possible?"
	"What?"  I sipped hot coffee.
	"Well," he hesitated.  "I like getting fucked by big
dicked men.  I don't know why, but I live with Lonny,
who has the smallest dick I've ever seen.  He also
doesn't like to fuck at all.  I have to find my
pleasures anywhere I can."
	"You mean now?"  I set my mug down on the coffee
table.
	"Why not?"  I thought it over for a second before
shrugging.
	"Sure, why not?"  He grinned, and stood up taking my
hand in his and pulled me into a standing position.
He led the way to the back bedroom of their apartment.
 The queen-sized bed was still unmade.  He let his
robe drop off his shoulders, and was naked beneath it.
 I started pulling off my clothes, getting harder as I
went.  I liked his tight little body, and was looking
forward to having him under me.  He climbed onto the
bed, and reached for my now hard cock, as I stepped
out of my briefs.  He pulled me onto the bed, and
began licking my chest, finding my nipples with his
tongue and teeth.  I sighed, and let him do what he
wanted.
	I lay back on the pillows, and my cock was standing
upright.  Gail crouched over me and sucked my
stiffness for several minutes.  I put my hands on his
bobbing head, and felt good.  After he had me sopping
wet, he straddled my hips with his feet, and using his
left hand to balance himself, found his hole with my
cock-head using his right hand as a guide.  Once on
target, he just sat down on me hard, impaling himself
on my hardness.  I groaned under him, and grabbed his
shoulders tightly.  I rolled him over, and he raised
his legs up and locked his feet behind my hips.  I
felt him tightening his muscles around my shaft, and
we rested like that for a minute, until he whispered
in my ear he needed to be fucked long and hard.
	I rocked my hips into him, and he grunted, snaking
his arms around my neck and began kissing my ear
whispering for me to fuck him good.  I started humping
him with long deep strokes, and he started a low moan
that never let up.  I raised myself up on my arms, and
started pounding his hole with all I had.  I watched
his face, and saw his eyes closed and his eyelids
fluttering with each stroke I put into him.  His head
began to wobble from side to side, and a little drool
seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
	I kept it up for another ten minutes, and he started
grasping my back with his hands, raking his
fingernails across my skin.  While he didn't draw
blood, he left trails of irritated skin there.  I was
getting close, and I suspected he was as well.  I told
him I was going to cum, and he let out a long groan.
I shuddered, and my cock throbbed, pouring my first
shot into his gut.  He felt it, and with a long drawn
out gasp for air, he began to unload across his chest.
 We both shot several spurts of cum, the room filled
with the smell of fresh semen, which I was beginning
to love.
	Finished, he lay beneath me still impaled on my
softening cock, while I pushed myself upright, and
began to run my fingers through his still warm jism.
I tasted it from time to time, and when my cock
finally slipped out of his ass, I leaned down and used
my tongue to lick up all the traces of his cum.  He
remained there with his eyes closed, while I cleaned
him up.  By the time I was breathing normally again,
Gail was still in his revery.  I told him in a quiet
voice that I had to go.  He patted my leg, and smiled,
but said nothing.  I dressed while he lay on the bed
watching me with a serene look on his face.
	"I'll be back on Saturday morning with my stuff.  I
got a job yesterday, and I start work on Monday."
	"That's great John.  I can't wait until you're here
full time.  With that cock between your legs, I don't
think I'll ever go hungry again."  I laughed.  Holly
had been right.  Once I stepped out of the closet, my
sex life had become almost continuous.  I kissed him
on the cheek, and left him sprawled nude on the bed
and let myself out the front door.  Atlanta was going
to be an interesting place.

	The trip home was uneventful until I pulled off the
highway to use the facilities at the one rest stop
between the city and home.  I parked my car, and
headed for the men's room.  When I entered, a young
black man was standing at the trough urinal, and I had
no choice but to join him.  I pulled out my member and
began to urinate, but noticed that the other guy was
just standing there holding his dark meat.  He turned
his head toward me slightly, and seemed to sway back
away from the trough, letting me get a good look at
his cock.  He was good looking in a Sydney Portier
sort of way, and I glanced at his face.  He smiled at
me, and began stroking his hardening cock.  I turned
and watched him sliding his hand up and down his
substantial piece of flesh.  He still had his
foreskin, which I did not, and so far, I had not
encountered anyone with their skin intact.  I was
fascinated watching the large purple head emerging and
vanishing in its skin cowl.
	He looked about nineteen or twenty years old, and his
body had a nice firmness to it as if he worked out or
something.  He was dressed casually, but not poorly.
He wore dark slacks a white shirt, and a pull over
sweater in dark green with a tiny red pattern in bands
across his chest.  I smiled at his smile, and he
motioned with his head toward the stalls at the rear
of the room.  I looked at them, but hadn't a clue what
he was indicating.  I shrugged.  He walked to the end
stall, without putting his now hard member away, and
stood in the door of it still jacking himself.  I
started to follow, but just at that moment, the outer
door opened, and a man and two boys entered the
toilet.
	The black man entered his stall, and shut the door.
The father, sent his two boys to pee, and he stood
there eyeing me closely, wondering what I was doing
staring at the black man I suppose.  I walked to the
sink and washed my hands.  There were no towels to dry
them with, so I wiped them on my levis, and walked
outside.  I stood there for a long moment, stretching
my legs, and breathing fresh country air, when the
black guy came out.
	He glanced at me, and walked out behind the toilets
into a patch of woods where I could see a few well
worn paths leading into the trees.  I watched him go,
and shortly, the man with the two boys came out.
There was a swing set at the far end of the parking
area, and they headed that way.  I waited until the
father had set the two boys swinging, then took the
nearest path following the black man.  I hadn't gone
too far along the path, when I saw him standing in a
clump of kudzu vine that had completely draped itself
over a small tree.  He saw me, and then stepped behind
the vines from sight.
	I walked to where I had seen him vanish, and saw the
path continued into the vines.  I stood there for a
moment, looking around, and noticed the father of the
two boys was strolling up the path into the trees
smoking a cigarette.  He made me nervous, and I stood
there waiting to see what he would do.  As he drew
near, he smiled at me, and adjusted himself.  It
occurred to me it was a signal, but I really didn't
know.
	"Nice day," he said.  I nodded.  "You come here
often?"
	"Not really.  I'm just returning home from Atlanta
and needed to stretch my legs."
	"I'm taking my kids back to their mother's house.
I've had them for school break.  A week."  He finished
his smoke, and flipped the butt away.  He dropped his
hand to his crotch, and groped himself suggestively.
I knew then what he was looking for.  I jerked my head
toward the Kudzu covered tree, and stepped behind the
screening vine.  Inside the grotto the light was much
reduced, and insects were buzzing through the dark
air.  Leaning against the tree, the young black was
still stroking his hardness.  I smiled at him, and he
at me.  The father of the kids came into the bower
right after me, and immediately began unzipping and
hauling out his member.  The young black stepped over
to me and began fondling my growing cock with his free
hand.  The father, leaned down and began sucking the
black cock.  The black kid hauled out my cock, and
bent to suck me as well.  I saw the father was hard,
and beginning to ooze pre-cum, so I leaned down and
took him into my mouth.  The three of us sucked with
passion, until the sound of a kid crying reached our
ears.
	"Fuck," the father said, dropping the black cock, and
straightening up.  "Man I need to get off.  One of you
or both, suck me quick.  The black kid dropped to his
knees, and swallowed his member whole.  There was a
brief struggle and hump, and the father, let the air
in his lungs gush out as he emptied his balls in the
throat of the kid.  When he was dry, he pulled his
spit slick cock out and zipped up.  He crashed through
the Kudzu screen, and was gone.
	I turned back to the kid, who was still on his knees,
and he swallowed my shaft as he'd done to the
father's.  I started fucking his face, as he jerked
his own meat.  I loved the feel of his hot mouth on my
member, and let him do what he wanted.  I wasn't long
in reaching my edge, and then I filled his hot throat
with my skimpy load, having cum earlier in Gail's
hole.
	The kid was splashing his load on the ground as I
finished, and then stood up brushing his knees off.  I
put my cock away, and zipped up.  The kid cupped my
crotch with his hand, and said it had been nice.
"Yeah," I said.  "I liked it a lot.  You from around
here?"
	"I work over in Cville," he used the nickname for a
village not far from where I'd lived all my life.
	"What do you do there?"
	"I work for the minster, keeping the church clean and
such."
	"Baptist?"  I hadn't heard of blacks being anything
but.
	"Yeah.  I want to be a preacher one day, and the
Reverend is helping me with the book learning."
	"But you like dick?"
	"Yeah. . ."
	"Isn't that a problem?"
	"Hasn't been yet.  I suck the Reverend at least once
a day.  Every once in a while, he fucks me up the
ass."  I nodded.
	"Yeah, my preacher fucks me too."  He smiled at me.
"Listen, it's been fun, but I got to hit the road.
I'm moving to Atlanta this weekend, and I've got to go
tell my fiancé that the wedding is off."
	"You wouldn't want to trade phone numbers would you?"
 He looked like he really wanted mine.  "Except for
the Reverend, this place is the only other chance I've
found to get what I need."
	"Sure," I said.  He pulled out a pad and pencil, and
wrote his name and number down.  He ripped it out and
handed it to me.  I told him my new address, but told
him I didn't have a telephone number yet.  We parted
ways while still in the woods, and I was in my car
backing out when he appeared at the edge of the woods.
standing there, watching me leave.  In my rearview
mirror, I caught sight of a burly truck driver headed
up the path toward Jim, as his note identified him as.
 I looked over my shoulder quickly, and saw Jim turn
and vanish into the woods.

	I phoned Bill first when I got home to let him know
how things had gone in the city.  I needed to work up
my nerves to tell Sheila it was off.  I also had to
figure out how to tell my parents.  Having a gay son
would just kill them I was sure, but I was determined
to stay out of the closet as Holly had put it.  Bill
invited me to come by for a beer, so I drove out to
his place and went in.  He got us both beers, and we
talked about how I could handle the job I faced.
	"Sheila will be easy, just tell her the truth.  She
will be out of you life afterward, and you won't have
to worry about how she takes it.  Try telling her in a
restaurant or some place public so she doesn't start a
scene, just because she's a wronged woman."  He put
his hand on my knee as we sat side by side on the
couch.  "Do you still have feelings for her?' I
nodded.
	"Well then just hint to her that you've experienced a
lifestyle changing incident and let her guess.  She'll
blab it all over town; in no time your parents will
hear."  I swallowed beer.
	"Maybe I ought to tell mom and dad first.  Dad will
kill me, and the whole thing will be over anyway."
	"Nonsense.  Your folks raised a fine boy.  They'll
want him to have a happy life.  Of course you should
tell them first, because they are the people you care
about most.  You'll see they may not like the news,
but they will still love the bearer of it."
	"How did you tell your parents when you figured it
out about yourself?"
	"Flat out.  Sunday dinner.  Me my folks and two
sisters.  None of them  spoke to me for a month or
more, but when they did, it was like nothing had
changed.  It took them that long to get over it.  One
Friday my older sister called and invited me to her
place for dinner, and when I got there, the whole
family was there, including my two uncles and aunts.
They all just hugged me, and we sat down to eat.  It's
never been mentioned again."
	"Um. . .I better go.  I've got a lot on my plate, and
tomorrow's moving day."
	"You're good with this?"
	"As good as I'll ever be."

	My dad had retired the year before, and my mother had
never worked a job out-side of the house.  When I
pulled into the driveway, my dad was in the back yard
running the lawn mower.  I could smell my mother was
baking pies.  I walked into the back yard, and asked
my dad to come into the house because I had something
to tell them both.  He shut off the mower, and wiping
sweat off his face with a towel he had stuffed into
his back pocket, he followed me inside to the kitchen.
 My mother was already pouring lemonade, having seen
me in the yard with my dad.  We all sat down at the
kitchen table.
	"I'm going to split up with Sheila, " I said bluntly.
 My mother sucked in her breath, but said nothing.
"I've been searching my soul for a long time about
this, and I know marrying her would be the biggest
mistake of my life.  It's not even that I don't love
her, it's just that. . ." I searched my mind for
words.
	"What are you trying to tell us John,"  My father's
gruff voice buffeted me.  I looked at him, my eyes
stinging.  I turned to my mother, and she was looking
at me intently.  My statement had shocked her.  She'd
been looking forward to the wedding.
	"I've been offered a good job in Atlanta.  I guess I
quit or maybe got fired from the hardware store.  I'm
not sure which.  I spent the last day and a half in
Atlanta.  Got myself an apartment, and a job.  I'm
going to start my life over on the track that's right
for me.  I just couldn't. . ."  Tears welled up and
ran down my cheeks.  "I just couldn't live the rest of
my life knowing it was a sham."  I wiped the tears
away.  My mother put her hand on my cheek.  It felt
cool.
	"Listen son," my father said.  "What ever the road
you have to travel to be happy, you always have our
love.   You can count on it."  He put his hand on my
forearm. to comfort me.
	"I don't know how to say it to make it any easier mom
and dad.  I can't marry Sheila, because I am a
homosexual."  I let my eyes drop to the table,
expecting an explosion of indignation.  It didn't
come.  My dad's hand moved from my arm to the back of
my neck.
	"You talked to Reverend Allen?"  He massaged my neck
with his rough hand.
	"I have.  He told me it was my life, and I should
live it according to my sense of who I am."  Images
swirled through my mind, the Rev naked and pounding my
ass, getting strapped over a barrel, taking cock in
both ends.  I said nothing about these, because I knew
the Rev had to make up his own mind.  It was not my
place to expose his secret life.
	"So what's the plan?"  My mother had not spoken until
then.
	"Some friends are helping me move to my new apartment
tomorrow.  I start work on Monday."  I told them about
Buford's big house in Buckhead, about the cooks and
the butler and so on.  My mother marveled at what
money could buy.
	"Well, honey, you always know where we are if you
need us.  I've never quite believed the Lord was so
harsh on people he made that way."
	"No,"  my dad said.  "I don't think so either.  The
world takes all kinds.  My best friend in the Army was
a homosexual.  I think I was the only one he ever
told.  He was an unhappy man all of his life.  He
tried to be a good Christian, but there were things in
him he just couldn't make work the way he was told
they ought to."
	"What happened to him?"  I wiped my eyes again, and
swallowed some lemonade.
	"Well, the last I heard, his sister sent me a letter
telling me he'd taken a bunch of sleeping pills and
didn't make it.  She said he chose that way to go
because the Bible doesn't mention pills as being a
sin.  I guess they didn't have pills back in those
days, or they would probably have been on the list of
don'ts as well."
	"I'm sorry dad."
	"Yeah.  Me too.  He was a good ol' boy.  I miss
talking to him once in a while.  He had a different
outlook on life."
	"Mom, dad, Can I invite Sheila to supper tonight?  I
haven't told her, and if we're all in this together
maybe it will hurt her less."
	"Of course.  Go call her right now. Tell her I'm
making chicken and dumplings, and I have a berry pie
for desert."  I poured myself another glass of
Lemonade, and took it into the living room.  I heard
the screen door slam shut on its spring, and shortly
heard the lawn mower kick over.  My mother was humming
a hymn in the kitchen as she went about her work.  I
took a deep breath, and picked up the phone.
	Sheila turned out to be OK with it.  She was having
second thoughts herself, not about her sexuality, but
about wether or not we were actually in love with each
other.  When I told her why I had made my decision,
she just laughed, and said, "It takes all kinds."
	We ate a fine meal, and played cards for a couple of
hours before I finally stood up and hugged all three
of them one at a time.  "I've got to get.  I haven't
packed a thing, and I'm moving tomorrow."  They all
walked me out to my car, and kissed me before I got
into it.  They stood on the lawn waving good-bye to me
as I drove away into my new life.

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