Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2008 17:26:46 -0400
From: M N <vngam@hotmail.com>
Subject: chapter 5 gay/beginnings/not-a-matter-of-choice

This story, as are all in this series, is completely true.  I have changed
the names to protect identities and added meaningful dialogue to the best
of my recollection.  Thank you to all of you who have written and your
comments.  The best part of sharing these fond (and sometimes not so fond)
memories has been dialoguing with people who have written back to me.  So
if you want to hear more, then keep on writing back!

Chapter 5: An unexpected threesome

One day during the summer after my first year in medical school, I drove
back to my parents' house to spend some time with them.  The neighborhood
had a community pool that I used to frequent when I was younger.  It was
actually at that pool that I developed an interest in springboard diving,
which led me to join the high school diving team my sophomore year.  I got
to the pool mid afternoon and surveyed the scene.  There were a number of
kids playing shark in the deep end of the pool.  I smiled to myself as I
reminisced about playing that very game for hours in the pool.  To the left
of the deep end were the lanes.  No one was doing laps, but there were a
few adults with their young children horsing around.  A few people were in
the lounge chairs soaking up the sun, and the two life guards, both
young—likely late high school or early college—were on the stands.
They were tanned to a golden brown with light hair bleached out by constant
exposure to the sun and chlorine.  The girl was attractive but didn't do
anything for me.  The guy on the other hand was a knock out, and I found it
difficult not to stare at his rippled abs and wondering what sort of
treasure that light brown hair trail led to.  Sighing, I didn't let my mind
dwell on it too much.  There was NO chance I was going to get anything out
of the guy more than a cordial "good afternoon" anyways.

I walked over to a vacant lounge chair and put my few belongings down.  I
stripped off my shorts and stepped out of them, revealing my black size 30
speedos underneath.  Ever since I joined the diving team back in high
school, speedos were the only thing I wore for water sports.  Bathing
trunks were just too bulky and created too much drag for swimming.  Plus,
they took forever to dry out.  Speedos dried out in less than half an hour
in the sun.  Plus, I had a nice body and I didn't mind exposing it to
others' eyes.  True, I had gained that typical "freshman 15" pounds when I
was living in the dorms the first year, but I worked that off the next two
years as I lived with my grandmother and enjoyed her healthy cooking.  So,
I had a flat belly, but it wasn't cut out of marble like the life guard's
on the stand.  My pecs were smallish, but firm, and my arms were naturally
skinny.  I also didn't have the biggest package to fill out the front of
the speedos, but oh well.  I'm a "grower" more than a "show-er" and when
it's soft, my cock is this little dinky thing.  At least it gets to a
respectable although not awe-inspiring size.  Gotta make due with what
God's given ya I guess, `cause there isn't any other choice.

I jumped into the water, enjoying the rush of the chilly cold water when
compared to the hot muggy Houston weather.  Quickly getting used to the
temperature, I dunked my head underneath the water and came back up,
slicking my forehead-length hair to the back.  I slipped on a swim cap and
then goggles on top of it, and I pushed off the wall.  For those who swim,
there is something incredibly satisfying feeling your body knife through
the water.  My hands cupped the water with every stroke, and each downward
pull and kick of my legs brought me a few feet closer to the other edge of
the pool 25 yards away.  As the wall got closer and closer, I looked up to
get the timing of my stroke just right.  A few feet away from the wall, my
right hand made its downward stroke.  But this time, instead of following
with my left hand, I let my body follow my right hand's momentum, curling
into a ball.  Upside down in the water, my two feet hit the wall, and I
pushed out hard with my feet, both my hands outstretched in front of me,
catapulting my body into the start of the return lap.  After the initial
push, I allowed my body to assume a face down position and brought my right
arm up for the first stroke, simultaneously lifting my head to the side to
clear my mouth from the surface of the water, quickly gulping a breath of
air before putting it back into a neutral position for the left stroke.

Back and forth I swam, with a breath every four strokes.  After twenty
minutes or so, I felt I had swum enough, and I stopped at the shallow end.
I stood up, taking off my goggles and cap, and I looked around.  During my
swim, the life guards had evidently called "adult swim" for the last 10
minutes of the hour.  It was their opportunity to change positions or get a
drink.  So, all the kids were on the deck, and only a few adults were in
the water.  Two of them were now swimming who were previously lounging in
the sun when I started my swim.  They had been lying in lounge chairs next
to each other, but I hadn't given it much thought before.  Now that I saw
them in the water, they peaked my interest a bit more.  The two men seemed
to know each other better than your average guys.  It seemed they stood
much closer to each other than just casual buddies.  There was no overt
affection, but my gaydar started going off, and I wondered if they could be
a couple.  I decided to drift towards them and see if my hunch was correct.

As I got closer, I could make them out more clearly.  I'm nearsighted,
fairly badly I might add, and I don't usually wear contacts.  So, the guys
I saw were a bit blurry until I got to within ten feet of them.  They both
seemed in their mid forties.  One guy was more heavyset, with a balding
head and brown eyes, as well as a chest brushed with salt-and-pepper chest
hair.  The other guy was much leaner, with medium length hair, a smile with
crooked teeth, and a well defined body.  They both seemed friendly enough,
so I decided to engage them in some conversation.

"Hi guys, I haven't seen you at the pool before.  Do you live in the
neighborhood?"

"Sure," the heavyset guy replied.  "Joe lives on Elm, and I live two
streets over on Birch.  My name is Tim.  We haven't seen you here before
either.  You were swimming really nicely just now.  Do you swim for the
high school team?"

"No," I laughingly answered.  "My parents live in the subdivision on Maple
St, and I grew up here.  But I'm actually studying medicine in the medical
center.  I'm just here to spend some time with them and decided to go for a
bit of a swim.  My name is Minh."

Joe said, "You're going to be a doctor?  Boy, you look really young to be a
doctor.  I don't ever go to the doctor.  I think everything is working
alright."

"Well, I'm not a doctor yet.  I still have three years to go.  But I think
it's a good idea to be checked out by a doctor on a regular basis.  You
never know what's going on if you don't look.  If you want, I'd be more
than happy to come over and give you a physical exam some time."

Tim and Joe glanced at each other for a second.  Tim said, "Sure, that
would be great.  We can meet at Joe's house.  We've been together for
fifteen years, but I still like my space and he likes his.  We spend half
the nights at my house, and half the nights at Joe's.  It seems to work out
well."

So Tim answered my question about whether they were a couple.  I told them,
"I'm not a doctor yet, but I would love to practice my physical exam
skills.  Who knows, maybe I'll find something on the exam.  I'm having
dinner with my parents, but I'm basically free after that."

Joe said, "I don't know about Tim, but I'm looking forward to it.  Who
would have thought I would get an exam by a young, cute doctor?"  He smiled
coyly.

Tim chimed in, "Oh, I'm looking forward to it too.  It's not often we find
someone nice enough that we're interested in inviting over.  And you seem
really nice."

"Well, it's a deal then.  I'll stop by Joe's place after dinner with my
folks."  Joe gave me directions to his house on Elm St, which was just a
stone's throw away from my parent's house.

I shook both of their hands goodbye.  Before heading out, I did a few dives
off the diving board to practice my rusty diving skills.  I quit though
when I did a reverse flip that landed me within inches of the diving board.
That would not be a good way to impress my new-found friends.  I walked
over to my clothes, pulled my shorts back on, and slipped my tee shirt over
my head.  I could have sworn that Tim and Joe were watching me out of the
corner of my eye.  Hey, there's nothing wrong with a little looking, I
decided.  Let them have a bit of eye candy.  And I had to confess to myself
that a part of me was hoping maybe we'd all get to see one another with a
bit less clothes on sometime later in the evening.

I got back to the house in the late afternoon and cracked open the books to
get some studying in as my mother exercised her nurturing instincts and
fixed dinner.  She decided to make a dish I particularly enjoy: cubed beef
hearts sautéed with sliced onions served over white rice.  I guess to those
who have grown up with the standard American fare of spaghetti, pizza, and
hot dogs, beef hearts belong only on Andrew Zimmerman's show about exotic
culinary cuisine from around the world.  But, it's actually a wonderfully
flavorful dish if prepared appropriately and the meat is not overcooked,
causing it to get rubbery.

After dinner, I thanked my parents for the wonderful meal, and I told them
that I was going back into the medical center to study.  They thanked me
for coming by to visit them, and they gave me a hug goodbye.

Of course, I didn't go directly to the medical center.  I got into my car
and drove to Joe's house.  As I got out of the car, I collected all my
medical equipment.  Since the beginning of medical school, I always
traveled with my stethoscope and various sundry medical supplies, including
gloves, in my car.  I served as a Vietnamese translator for one of the
hospitals in the medical center, and I have also been the first responder
at car accidents.  Following the old boy scout adage, I tried always to be
prepared.  Luckily for me, this time, I was.  Along with my usual medical
paraphernalia, I added a small travel tube of Astroglide to my little bag.
For those who don't know what it is, Astroglide is my favorite sex
lubricant, with the same consistency as precum.  It's a bit runny, but it
doesn't gum up nearly as much as KY.

I went to the front door with my bag in hand and knocked tentatively.  A
few seconds later, Joe opened the door wide and ushered me in.  He was
dressed in pale beige shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt.  "Come in!"  He
smiled broadly and waved me in.  As I walked in, I noted that the house was
clean and well kept, done in a 1980's style.  It was in need of some
updating, but overall looked very comfortable.  It definitely was not a
typical bachelor's pad with mismatched furniture and beer cans strewn
throughout the den.  But of course, what would one expect from a gay man in
his early to mid forties?

Joe held out his hand, and I grasped it firmly.  "Thanks for coming by.
Tim and I have been looking forward to this since our time at the pool."

"I have too, actually.  I don't get to practice my physical exam skills
very often.  I'm stuck in classes most of the day."

"Oh come on, I bet you do this sort of thing all the time," Joe responded.

"No, actually, I don't.  This is the first time I've ever gone over to
someone's house like this.  I guess you could consider this my first house
call."

Joe laughed and put his hand around my shoulders as he led me in.  The TV
was on, and Tim was sitting on the couch, also in shorts and a tee shirt.
It was summer in Houston after all.  "Hi Minh!  I'm glad you came over.  So
this is Joe's house.  Mine is a few streets over.  Like I said, we spend
half our time here, and the other half at my place.  And when we each need
alone time, there's always our respective houses to go to.  I think it
keeps us sane."  Tim patted the place on the couch next to him.  "Come sit
here."

I obediently complied and put my bag of goodies on the floor next to me.
Joe sat in a chair closer to the TV and turned the TV down so we could
chat.  They asked about me and how school was going, and I in turn
questioned them about how they got together.  It seemed wasteful to have to
different houses for one couple, particularly since they had been together
for 15 years.  But it seemed to work for them, so why change a good thing?

After half an hour of talking and getting to know one another, I asked Joe,
"So, are you ready for your physical exam?"

"Sure!" He replied.  "This will be fun."  Joe scooted in between me and Tim
and sat down, our legs rubbing against each other.  He rubbed his hands
together and looked at me expectantly.

I took out my pen light.  "OK, now Joe, I need you to look right at my
nose."  I shined my light first into one eye and then the other.  The
constricted appropriately.  Then I had him follow my fingers with his
eyeballs.  I made a figure H in the air, and I watched his eyes move in
tandem with my finger.  Everything good so far.

"OK, now open your mouth and say, `Ah!'"  Joe did as I asked, and I could
see all the way to the back of his mouth.  Other than his crooked teeth,
slightly discolored from his previous years of smoking, I didn't see
anything unusual.  I then moved my hands down to his neck and felt his
glands.

"Hey, that tickles!"  He giggled.  Still, he let me finish the examination.

"Things are going just fine," I told him.  "Now, I'm going to lift up your
shirt and listen to your lungs."  His heart and lungs sounded normal, so I
had him lie down on the couch.  I lifted his tee shirt up and put my hands
on his belly, which was flat with a dusting of dark brown hair.  The
abdomen felt soft, and I didn't feel any masses as I pushed on various
parts of his stomach.  Next, I told Joe to sit up, and used the head of my
stethoscope to lightly tap on his biceps and patellar tendons.  His
reflexes worked well as his forearms and legs moved with my tapping.

Now to the best part, I told myself.  "Joe, would you mind standing up and
dropping your shorts?  I'd like to do your hernia check."

"Sure, no problem."  Joe got up and slipped his shorts and underwear down
to his knees, revealing a sizable flaccid circumcised penis.  It hung lower
than his scrotum, which were not that small themselves.  I gently took his
balls in my hands, and I rolled them around one at a time, looking for any
lumps on the testicles that would be an indication of cancer.  Then I
pushed my finger up each side of scrotum to find the inguinal canal and
told him to cough.  There was no bulge as he coughed, so I was confident
that he had no hernias.  Grabbing his penis in my hands, I felt first the
underside and the top, also looking for any lumps and not finding any.  The
final part of the penile exam was to start at the base of the penis and
strip it, looking for any discharge in the urethra.  Joe passed it all with
flying colors.  He didn't get an erection during the exam, but he did firm
up a bit.  Before the exam, he was over four inches soft.  By the end, he
had grown to over six inches, and it was clear he had a ways to go before
attaining maximum length.

"OK, Joe, now for the last part.  I need to have you turn around and bend
over.  I'm going to do your prostate exam."  Joe did as I asked and rested
his hands on his knees.  I put on a glove and smeared some Astroglide onto
my index finger.  Using my left hand to part Joe's left butt cheek, I
penetrated his rectum with my right index finger and quickly found the
prostate gland hitting the pad of my finger.  "How does that feel, Joe?" I
asked.

He replied, "It feels like I'm going to cum."  Joe was definitely enjoying
what I was doing to his prostate gland, and he bent his knees a bit more to
impale my finger deeper inside him.  I responded by pressing firmly on the
twin lobes of his prostate gland and moving my finger around both in and
out as well as in a circular motion.  By this time, Joe was making guttural
noises and letting me and Tim know how much he was enjoying this.  I was
enjoying giving him pleasure myself, but I wanted to move onto other
things.  So, I slowly withdrew my finger and pulled my glove off, setting
it beside the Astroglide.  When Joe turned around, I could see that he was
at full mast, and it was a beauty.  Joe was over eight inches in length,
and above average thickness.  He had those cock heads that I find
particularly attractive: substantial with a flaring at his corona, shaped
like a fireman's helmet.

"So Tim, are you ready to get your exam?"  I asked, as I pulled my eyes
from the sight before me.

"No, that's ok, I don't need one.  I go to my doctor, but Joe never goes to
one.  I'd really rather just get into bed, if that's ok with you.  You were
planning to stay the night with us, weren't you, Minh?"

"Well, I wasn't specifically planning on it, but I was hoping you'd ask.
Or at least we could have some fun, and then I could drive home."

"No, it would be great for you to stay the night.  We really don't invite
other people to share our bed, but you're a really nice guy, and you have a
great body.  Plus, it would be late before you got home, so you might as
well stay here."

"Well thanks," I said.  "I'd love to stay.  I've never done anything like
this before."

"It's not like we never have had anyone share our bed, but it's pretty
rare, and it's been a long time since we have," Joe said.  "Tim and I
talked about it before you came, and we agreed that we would like you to
stay if that's what you want to do."

Tim cut in, "It's settled then.  Why don't we go to the bedroom and get
more comfortable?"

I followed them into the bedroom down the hall off of the den, and they led
me to the king sized bed.  Tim and I started taking our clothes off, but
Joe finished before either of us since he was already half naked.  He
climbed into bed first.

"Here, lie in the middle," he told me.  I took off all my clothes except
for my underwear and got into the middle of the bed.  Tim then got on the
other side of me.  Tim got some massage lotion out of the nightstand beside
the bed and he warmed it up in his hands before slathering it onto my pecs,
kneeding them in a circular motion.  Joe then got some lotion as well and
worked on my right leg as Tim was working on my chest.  I had never had two
people work on me at the same time, and it felt great!  Tim was the better
massager of the two, but Joe wasn't doing a bad job by any means.

They both turned the heat up a notch.  Tim started to rub my nipples along
with my pecs, and Joe would lightly brush my underwear-clad cock when he
massaged my quads.  Finally, Joe said, "Pick your hips up."  I lifted by
butt off the bed, and he took each side of my underwear and pulled them
off, exposing my leaking hard on.  Tim and Joe both continued what they
were doing, but they each spent more time in my erogenous zones than
strictly massaging my muscles.  Tim decided to start licking my nipples,
and shortly after, Joe took my cock into his mouth.  He worked his tongue
in between my foreskin and the head of my penis, sending shivers up my
spine.

My massage was quickly forgotten as Joe and Tim turned their full attention
to giving me sexual pleasure.  At some point Tim's underwear had come off
as well, exposing his six inch cut cock.  We were all naked now, but Tim
and Joe focused the entirety of their energy on me instead of their own
needs.  They worked magic on my body with their hands and their mouths, and
all I did was moan my pleasure and reach out every now and then to fondle
Joe's behemoth or Tim's slightly less impressive but still more than
adequate member.

It didn't seem like long before I felt my body tense up, warning me of my
impending climax.  At that point, Tim had his hand wrapped around my cock,
while Joe was busy suckling my right nipple.  "I'm gonna cum guys," I
warned.  Right after I said that, my sperm shot out of my dick and landed
under my belly button, with the rest oozing around Tim's hand.  I continued
to convulse several more times and then collapsed into the bed.  "OK, that
was just great," I told them.  "Now what about you two?"

"Oh, we're fine," Tim told me.  "We really just wanted to make you feel
good.  We'll get ours later."

"Are you sure?"  I asked him.  True, I was tired and wanted to go to sleep,
but I didn't want to be completely selfish either.  But they assured me
that they had a lot fun making me feel good, and they didn't need orgasms
themselves.  Well, I wasn't going to argue too much about it.  So, we all
crawled underneath the covers.  I was in the middle, with Joe to my right
and Tim to my left.  We all slept naked, and every now and then, I would
reach over and touch the both of them as I quickly felt sleep overtake me.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a raging hard on.  Being young
and perpetually horny, I was ready for round two.  Both the guys were sound
asleep, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.  I reached over to my right
and grabbed Joe's crotch.  His cock was soft when I found it, but as I
started stroking it, it grew to its full glory fairly quickly.  Joe woke
up, but he wasn't upset at all.  He reached over to me and grabbed my erect
cock as well.  We stroked each other for a while, and I reveled in having
such a larger penis in my hand than my own.  It seemed I could stroke up
then down for miles.

I really wanted more than a hand job though.  I knew from Joe's exam that
he was a complete bottom, or that he at least really enjoyed a good
prostate massage.  And I was the one to give it to him.  "I'd like to fuck
you," I told him.

"Yeah, I'd like that," he replied.  He reached over to his night stand and
pulled out some lube and a condom.  I took the lube and put some on my
cock, and then I rolled a condom on, putting lube on the outside as well.
Joe was on his back, and he spread his legs wide and brought his knees
partially to his chest.  I got in between his legs and squatted down,
guiding myself into him.  I felt around and found his hairy asshole, and I
slipped the head of my cock into him.  It was tight, but there was not much
resistance.  Apparently, Joe had mastered the art of complete relaxation of
his external and internal sphincters at will.  (I would not learn this
skill until much later on in my life.)

I thrust in and out, enjoying the sensation of a tight ring of muscle
enveloping my six and a half inch cock.  I cannot now recall if this was my
first time to have anal sex, but I know it was one of the first times if
not the first one.  What I do remember is that it felt damn good.  I went
slowly at first, but gradually, I built up momentum.  Leaning over, I
rested my hands by Joe's sides, and I used my hips and abs to drive my
condom-encased cock deep into him.  I eventually got going at a rapid
pounding, lost in the pleasure starting at my dick and spreading to every
fiber of my body.

The whole bed was jostling back and forth by this time, which of course
woke up Tim.  He leaned over and rubbed his hands over the two of us, while
Joe made grunting noises with each of my thrusts.  Being young, I couldn't
hold out for very long, even though I had recently orgasmed a few hours
earlier.  I told Joe, "I'm gonna cum," as I picked up my ass pounding.  I
was pistoning in and out as I felt my climax build in the deepest part of
my gut.  It boiled out, and I could feel each squirt leave my body to be
collected in the condom.

I slowed down my thrusts and pulled out of Joe, drained.  But he had not
cum yet.  I couldn't tell because it was dark, and my vision was very poor
without my glasses anyways.  But Tim knew that his lover had not bust his
nut yet, so he reached over and stuck his finger into Joe's ass.  That man
moved his finger in and out in a blur; I don't see how anyone could have
handled such an assault on his prostate.  But Joe obviously liked it quite
a bit, because in no time his grunting changed character, and I could tell
he was having his orgasm.  I couldn't see it, but I knew it had happened.
So did Tim, so he slowed down and pulled out.

Joe and I both were wiped out, and we flopped into bed.  Poor Tim was the
only one left out, but neither one of us had the energy to take care of
Tim's needs.  He was a good sport about it though and didn't complain one
bit.  He got back into position on my left side, and we all cuddled
together for the last part of the night.

Early in the morning, I woke up and said my goodbyes to Tim and Joe,
thanking them for a wonderful night and a memorable experience.  They
thanked me for coming over as well, and they told me to come by any time to
see if they were around.  So, I got on my clothes and headed back towards
the medical center.  That was my one and only three way I have ever had.

I did go and visit Joe and Tim one other time.  I was still really
struggling with my sexuality at that time, so I was incredibly horny and
really wanted to get it on, but I was feeling terribly guilty about it as
well.  I knocked on Joe's door unannounced, and Tim answered the door.  He
was surprised to see me but waved me in.

There was a TV program going on, but Tim was the only one watching it.  Joe
was curled up on the rug by the TV, sound asleep.  Tim took up his place on
the couch, and I sat next to him.  We watched the TV for a while, then Tim
brought his hand up to my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.  I a sucker for
massages, so I just groaned and put my head down.  He took that as
acquiescence, so he put a hand on each of my shoulders and rubbed them
rhythmically.  I was really enjoying what Tim was doing to me, so I wasn't
going to complain.  Tim then took his hands and put them under my shirt,
rubbing my shoulder blades and shoulders directly.  I let my shirt slip up
to my back, and Tim gently pulled it off me completely.  From my shoulders,
he moved his hands to the front of my body and made circular motions on my
pecs, pulling me towards him.  After a bit, I gave up all pretense of
watching the TV program and just enjoyed the back and chest rub that I was
receiving.

I decided to lie down on the couch with my head away from Tim and my legs
draped over his thighs.  Tim switched from massaging my chest to rubbing my
upper thighs lightly.  He also reached over to rub my stomach.  Soon, the
hand on my stomach and the hand rubbing my thighs converged in the middle,
and my shorts were opened.  Taking out my erect penis, he stroked it up and
down lightly.

"Would you like to come over to my place?"  Tim asked me.

I was torn.  On one hand, I was really enjoying what Tim was doing to my
body, as evidenced by my copious precum leaking out of my cock and spilling
over my foreskin.  On the other hand, I was still struggling with my
sexuality and whether or not this was right.  In addition to that, I was
not really all that physically attracted to Tim.  His big belly and
moderate hairiness reminded me slightly of my counselor David, which
brought up mixed emotions as well.  At this point, I was several months
into my counseling sessions with David.  In the end, I replied, "Thanks,
but I'd rather not."

"Well, you didn't mind Joe that much," Tim said, with a bit of an accusing
tone of voice.

I couldn't put to words all the things on my mind at the time, and I didn't
want to hurt his feelings and say that I didn't find him that attractive,
so I kept my mouth shut.  To Tim's credit, he didn't get really upset and
kick me out.  He just continued to massage my legs and abs, and every now
and then stroke my now-exposed erect cock.  After a while, I didn't think
it was fair to him, and my guilt was overriding the pleasure I was
receiving, so I told Tim, "I gotta go."

I stuffed my six and a half inch cock back into my underwear and zipped
myself up. (I guess if there's any advantage to having an average sized
penis as opposed to a huge donkey penis, it's that one can get his erect
cock into his pants without bending it in two or wrapping it around his
waist.)  Sitting up, I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head.  As I
walked to the front door, Tim followed me.  "Thanks a lot," I told him, and
I gave him a hug.  Tim didn't reply, but he didn't seem that upset either.
Maybe he knew it just wasn't right for me then.

I walked out to my car as Tim stood inside the door.  I could see him
silhouetted against the entrance as I got into my car, backed out of the
driveway, and drove away.  I never saw Joe or Tim after that.  I've thought
about the two of them from time to time, and I reminisce about my one and
only three way.  I'm glad Joe and Tim were so good to me and so willing to
attend to my needs and make me feel wanted.  I hope they're doing well,
wherever they are right now.