Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2016 13:47:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Specialty of the House

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The Specialty of the House

By Simon Peter


I work at a diner, waiting tables, after classes, from 4:00 in the
afternoon till closing time at 10:00. The money gives me this extra income
which I can use to pamper myself, since my college tuition is covered by
scholarship.

Jason prepares the food in the kitchen, and Sandy minds the register. Most
evenings, Randy, the owner drops by for a coffee around 6 or 7 o'clock and
checks out the business. All in all, it is a pleasant atmosphere and I like
working with Jason and Sandy. Actually, it's Jason that I am hot for. He is
hot.

I am gay, but not out yet. I have had a few experiences, mostly blowjobs,
but as far as real gay relationships are concerned, I am still green. Jason
is about my age and goes to the same school but in a different major. We
rarely see each other on campus, but I look forward to seeing him in the
diner every evening. I always come up with excuses to go into the kitchen
and try to get closer to him. He is quite nice and he strikes me as a
positive person who doesn't get mad easily, except when it comes to
disgruntled customers.

One such customer, perhaps the worst, is this lady who has been in the
diner a few times. Every time, there is something for her to complain
about: the coffee is not hot enough, the salt shaker is half- empty, there
are only two napkins in the napkin holder, just about anything and
everything that she can find, or sometimes makes up, she complains.

This evening, she walks in at around 6:30 and orders a burger with fries,
and "hold the onion." I take the order in to Jason and return to ask her if
she would like some coffee.

"Do you need to ask, young man?" she says with a sarcastic tone and
pouting, painted lips. "Don't I always take coffee with my meals?" I hate
it when people say what they need to say in questions.

Couldn't the bitch have easily said, "Yes, please"?

I pour her the coffee and return to pick up the burger plate from the
kitchen. I notice that Sandy is amused at my discomfort. When I serve the
plate and start to move away, the bitch says, "Hold on, young man!" Fuck
her and her "young man" stuff. Now what?

She lifts the top part of the bun, and, sure enough, there are two thick
rounds of onion right there on the meat. My heart skips a beat. Fuck you,
Jason. What have you done?

She looks up at me with a frown, and then back at the burger. "And what's
this?" she asks bitingly. I clear my throat ready to say something, but she
immediately continues: "What part of hold the onion did you not understand,
young man?"

The part that I would love to fuck your bitch mouth with my thick cock, I
think. Not really. I wouldn't feed her my dick for the whole fucking world.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," I say apologetically. "Let me get you another one. My
bad."

"Your bad, young man?" Oh, fuck her and her questions. "Are you going to
make it quick now?"

I take the plate and go into the kitchen, seething.

"What the fuck, Jase," I shout at Jason. "I marked the order without the
onion, and now the bitch is complaining about the fucking onion."

Jason smiles, takes the plate, removes the onion and gives it back to me.

"You could have done that at the counter, Mikey. Don't be so mad."

"Buddy, it's not you, it's her. The bitch! I can strangle her dead."

I take the plate and place it in front of her, making it a point to move
away and disappear from sight as fast as I can. From behind the counter, I
notice the bitch take a bite and chew on the food. Good. I am relieved.
Suddenly, her hand shoots up. Oh, fuck me!

I walk over. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Do you think I am stupid or have no taste?" she asks. I think she is
both. But I stand there silently waiting for the next question. "Don't you
think I can still taste the onion? Did you just remove the onion and bring
back the same burger? Is this how you treat your customers?  Shouldn't you
take this back to your lousy kitchen and lousy chef and make him prepare a
fresh burger without onion?"

Oh, I hate her with a vengeance. Her painted face, her painted lips, her
painted hair, she has probably painted her pussy, the cunt!

"Jason, you asshole," I say angrily as I enter the kitchen with the burger
lacking one bite. "She tasted the onion, the bitch!"

Jason laughs. "Ok, bro, I'll make her another with my very special garnish
added."

"Fuck! What do you have in mind? I'm sick of returning the bitch's plate."

"Watch this," he smiles. Into the meat patty, Jason unabashedly spits a
glob, and places the patty on the grill. "Let's see if she can taste this,"
he says laughingly.

"Oh, man," I complain. "This is so juvenile. I'm going to be dead for
sure."

I serve the burger. My heart pounds in my chest. The bitch gobbles the
sandwich and smacks her painted slut-lips. I release a sigh of relief. Back
in the kitchen, I find Jason with the same affable, cute smile on his
face. "Well?" he inquires.

"She is digesting the spit as we speak." I cannot help myself from
snickering although I still think this is gross.

"Next time," Jason says between snickers, "I have something more special
for her."

"What now? More spit?"

"Oh, no," his smile widens, and I could kiss him on the mouth for being so
fucking cute. But he grabs his crotch and says, "I'll garnish her meat with
the juice of my meat."

"You're going to pee in her food?" I ask incredulously. "Jesus, Jason, you
are one sick guy. She's going to taste the urine, man."

"Not pee, baby," he rubs his dick. "Meat juice, as in my jizz, my load."

Fuck! I can't believe what I am hearing. "You are going to ejaculate sperm
into the meat," I say with my eyes wide open, internally wishing that he
would ejaculate in my mouth instead. "You are going to jerk off over the
meat." Also I internally wish I could jerk him off myself. This
conversation sounds so unreal that I marvel at whether I have heard Jason's
proposition correctly or not. I shake my head at him, a lost cause, and I
walk back into the diner, almost sure that Jason has been kidding.

Nevertheless, the thoughts of his cum and his masturbating dick make me
horny as hell.

But can it be real? What Jason wants to do? This, in a sick way, has turned
me on. I can see Jason's hard cock on top of the meat, spewing sperm all
over. Jesus H. Christ. I am already erected. My cock throbs at the
prospect. I tell Sandra that I need a few minutes to visit the toilet and I
masturbate to the image of me jerking off Jason's dick and milking his load
onto the food. The load I shoot in the john is intense.

I step out of the diner, spent, and light a cigarette. I can't take the
image of Jason's cock shooting semen into my palm and seeping onto the
burger meat out of my mind. And although the load I have shot has been
huge, I maintain a semi-erection. Jason joins me and I make sure to stay
away from the proposal he has made. He doesn't mention it either.

At ten o'clock, we close up, and Sandy says goodnight after she finishes
balancing her register. I start on the diner clean-up, and Jason moves to
work on cleaning up the kitchen. By eleven we are both done. I brew a fresh
pot of coffee and call for Jason to come and get it. This has become a
welcome ritual after we finish our chores. We sit around the hot pot of
coffee and share stories and experiences. I love this break with Jason.

Out of the blue, as we sip on the hot coffee, I say, "I'm going to try it."

"Huh?" Jason looks at me questioningly. "Try what, Mike?"

"I'm going to try mixing semen with burger meat," I declare
unflinchingly. Why I have come up with this, I have no idea.

"And you are calling me sick?" Jason smiles. "You're not serious, buddy,
are you?"

"Not for the bitch," I explain, still gazing into his eyes and loving his
smile. "For me. I want to see if it makes any difference in the taste."

"Are you telling me that you are going to eat your own cum?"

"As if you haven't," I challenge. We all have tasted our jizz at one time
or another. Jason doesn't know it yet, but I have swallowed other guys'
loads a few times as well.

I can see that Jason has blushed a little. "Well, Mike, yea, but in the
meat?"

"We wouldn't know unless we try, would we?" Suddenly the image of Jason's
dick over the meat jumps vividly into my imagination and my cock hardens.

Jason considers this silently for a while. "I can do with a burger now,
Mikey," he finally looks up at me and says with his cute smile.

We rush to the kitchen. Jason takes out two patties from the fridge. "Whip
it out and shoot," he jokes.

He is already rubbing his crotch. "But I need to get a hard-on."

I drop my pants and my dick jumps out fully erect. "Whoa," Jason exclaims
as he looks at my hard cock.

"You are turned on by all of this, bro."

"So, are we going to do it?" I spit into my palm and stroke my cut cock
slowly.

"Fuck. Let's." He pulls down his pants and underwear and grabs his limp
dick. I can tell that he is fairly hung, even soft. A delicious thick patch
of pubic hair curls around the base of the cock. He strokes but doesn't get
hard. He looks at me and shrugs as if to say there is nothing he can do.

Without saying a word, I approach him, kneel in front of him, and take his
limp dick into my mouth. As I swallow the soft meat I can feel it start to
erect. I suck hard and deep. It takes a few slurps for his dick to erect in
my mouth and now I find it difficult to drive down all the way to the
base. The cock is big and thick. My mind reels. I'm sucking on Jason's
cock. The images I have had of this cock are nothing compared to the real
thing. Jason is moaning and pumping my mouth.

"Fuck, Mike," he moans. "Suck my dick. Yes, fuck, oh, yes. Eat it, buddy."
He is really fucking my face now, deep into my throat as I struggle to
fight the gagging back. He tastes so wonderfully that I can't bear to let
go of him. I am surprised by his response, pumping into my mouth and
fondling my hair.

Can it be possible that Jason is gay also? Or at least bisexual? I reel
with the thought and the potential prospects.

"Fuck the meat, Mike," he groans as I feel his cock thicken in my
mouth. "I'm shooting into you, man."

And with this, Jason lets got of a huge load down my throat. He cums
loudly. Squirting inside my pursed lips, he almost screams with the release
of his semen. I do my best to swallow the squirting jizz, salty, sticky and
deliciously Jason.

Finally, he settles and pulls out, his dick getting limp but glistening
with cum and spit. I give my dick a couple of strokes and shoot all over
the floor.

"There goes our garnish, Mikey," Jason laughs, tucking his cock inside his
jeans.

"Oh, man, that was intense," I pant as the final spasms of my ejaculation
recede and I taste Jason's juice on my tongue.

"Mike, you just sucked my dick and ate my semen," Jason declares, still
smiling. Oh, I could die for this smile.

"And you seem to have loved it," I counter, rising off the floor and wiping
my dick with a kitchen paper towel. Strangely enough, I am not embarrassed
by having to kneel between Jason's legs and suck on his tool and eat his
semen. It feels so natural.

"I did, buddy," he agrees. "I have never thought I would see my dick in
another guy's mouth. But, yes, Mike, I loved it. Are you gay?"

I nod my head. "Well, I am not," Jason responds. "But the way I have
enjoyed your blowjob, I am willing to try. Let's say I'm curious?" he
suggests.

"I can't make you gay or make you have sex with me," I tell him. "But I am
more than willing to have you share my bed tonight if this is how you
feel. Out of curiosity?" Hope against hope, I am praying, dear sweet Jesus,
let him say yes!

"I guess it would have to be you, wouldn't it, if I ever want to find out
about my curiosity?"

I let out a breath and I regard this supposedly-straight guy with lust. I
want him more than I have ever wanted any other guy. I can accept the fact
that he still considers himself straight and that he is doing this out of
curiosity. I am also flattered that he has decided to choose me for his
experimentation into gay sex, But I am careful not to try anything gay-ish
with him, like kissing or hugging, right from the beginning. But once I
have him in bed, I can make him go all the way with me. Yes, I will.

So it comes to pass that Jason will spend the night in my place. The
feelings I have are indescribable.

We close up the diner and walk the short distance to the small apartment I
have rented some six months before. I am dying with anticipation. I sense
that the easy-going Jason I have known and loved is not that easy going
anymore. I sense that Jason is probably having second thoughts and I dread
the prospect. The short walk to the apartment seems endless. I start to
sweat in spite of the cold breeze.

The conversation we hold is stop-and-start banalities of all topics except
the one at the top of mind, and I am fairly sure, at the top of Jason's
mind as well.

I lead Jason into my place. He walks around studying everything except
looking at me.

"Make yourself at home," I say trying to ease the tension. "Would you like
anything to drink, Jase?"

"What have you got," comes the immediate answer, as if Jason has been
waiting for a chance to break the growing tension.

"Nothing hard, buddy. Soda fine?"

"Soda fine," he smiles his cute smile and I take a deep breath of
relief. He follows me to the fridge and as I take out two cans of soda, I
can feel the heat emanating from his body. I hand him the soda, we pop our
cans open and we take satisfying gulps of cold, sparkling liquid down our
parched throats. We are both very nervous: I know I am, and I'm fairly sure
that he is too. The air is simply electrified.

Now, what? Do I touch him? Will he touch me? There is an understanding
between us that there will be some sex tonight. But how will it start? With
my other partners, it has invariably been a kiss, evolving to body
pressing, touching, and grinding. And things would develop naturally from
there.

With Jason, now, I have no idea what to do. I feel so clumsy. I could refer
to the blowjob back in the diner, but that might gross him out. He is not
being of any help either. Perhaps it's because he is nervous, also, and his
curiosity has never gone further than getting his dick sucked by me a
couple of hours ago.

Finally, we move over to the couch. There is no way I will turn on the
television set. That would be an unwelcome distraction and it's almost
midnight, already. I stretch my legs and sigh. He does the same, moving his
neck sideways, trying to relax.

"It's been a hard day, hasn't it?" I ask, to start some kind of safe
conversation.

"You don't know the half of it, Mike," he grumbles, straining his neck and
shoulders. "Trying to work the kitchen alone is hell on wheels. All my
muscles ache."

This is my cue, I think. I have to start something.

"I know," I turn sideways to look at him. "How about a massage?"

He considers this for a moment, and then he says, "Can I take a quick
shower first? Is that ok with you?

I stink."

"Hey, Jase, sure," I respond, getting up. "Let me get you a towel."

He walks to the bathroom as I quickly grab a clean towel and hand it to
him.

He closes the bathroom door behind him and I can hear him taking a whiz. My
heart is racing. He hasn't said no to the massage, but he hasn't said yes
either. I wish I could go into the shower with him. That would have made
everything easier. But I just can't make myself do it and besides, he
hasn't asked me to join him.

I strip down to my boxer shorts and stay without a shirt. Perhaps this will
work as a turn on for him.

Perhaps not. But I need to get things going. I will watch for his reaction
when he comes out of the shower, hopefully with just the towel around his
waist. I fetch some body-oil, a tube of lubricating gel, and a packet of
condoms, the latter two I place inside the side table drawer. I am being
very optimistic, aren't I?

He emerges. Oh, boy. I am stunned. He has the most beautiful man chest in
the whole, wide world. A thick patch of hair in the middle with a delicious
trail going south, a few long hairs around the pink nipples, pronounced abs
and a flat stomach. The skin is smooth and slightly tanned. I gaze with my
lower jaw dropped. I move my eyes down this Adonis-like chest, and yes, he
has a fucking erection tenting the towel. I notice that he doesn't even try
hiding his excitement in any way. Perhaps this is how he has thought of
introducing the action we have both been evading. This is a sight for sore
eyes.

All of this is topped by his cute smile. I just melt like jelly. My boxer
shorts tent, too, and I don't try to hide my erection either.

"Now, about that massage?" he approaches me, and I desperately hope that he
would poke me with his erection. But no. he moves to the couch and lies on
his stomach, the towel still wrapped around his waist.

I use some oil on his shoulder muscles and start a slow rubbing. He
moans. I can feel him relax. When I move down to his lower back I find it
difficult to rub him kneeling by the side of the couch. I climb on top of
him and squat across his thighs. My hands move up and down his back until I
reach the towel. I skip the attractive bubble butt and slide down to the
thighs. I rub the thigh muscles and then move inside into the inner
thighs. I grope up and find his butt under the towel and I massage the
bubbles feeling their firmness. He is grinding against the couch and I
realize that he is totally aroused by now, actually fucking the damned
couch.

I get off him and tell him to roll over. My heart is beating fast as I drip
some oil on his chest and stomach and start rubbing up and down. He places
his hands behind his head, revealing two hot, fairly hairy arm pits. Jason
doesn't shave his body hair, unlike me who although I get turned on by my
partner's body hair, I prefer to shave myself smooth all over. My fingers
feel the hot skin of his chest as I travel down the trail. His bulging
towel is so inviting that I have to fight against the temptation of ripping
it away and gobbling on the meat under it. I look up at his face as I move
to his thighs and see the cutest smile on his lips as he watches. My hands
are rubbing his thighs, into the insides, up under the towel, almost
touching his balls. His dick quivers under the towel. At this point, with
another partner, I would slide on top of him and kiss him full on his cute
lips as my hard dick presses on his erection. But I don't dare to do this
with Jason, as much I am dying to.

I know that Jason is straight, but he has admitted that he is also
curious. He has enjoyed my sucking his dick. Well? Will he touch me? Will
he bring himself to fist another guy's cock? There is one only way to find
out. I get off him and stand right next to him, with my erection almost
bursting out of my boxers.

He gazes at me, the smile gone, and with one hand reaches over and touches
me on my smooth chest.

Fuck! Shivers run through my whole body at his electrifying touch. I feel
like bursting a nut right there and then. He traces his hand down my
stomach until he reaches the waist band of my boxers. My cock is throbbing
like mad, angling upwards. Without taking his eyes away from my face, he
wraps his hand around my erection through the boxers. I inhale audibly and
arch my back. Slowly, he inserts his hand through the fly and palms my cock
shaft. I almost shoot. After a couple of gentle strokes, he fishes out my
throbbing dick through the fly and examines it.

"Boy," he exclaims. "You're hard as a rock."

"What the fuck did you expect? You are stroking my cock, Jase."

He strokes it a few more times, his other hand fondling my nipples.

"This is the first time I see another guy's erection, let alone stroke it,"
he admits, his voice getting husky.

"Well?" I look down at his sweet masculine face and, in my mind, strongly
will him to suck me. How does it feel for him, touching another man
sexually for the first time? Although I usually bottom, especially for a
hot straight guy like Jason, I now get more excited at the prospect of
being serviced by him.

As if Jason has read my mind, he slowly brings his face to my crotch and
flicks the tip of my cut cock head with his tongue. I moan. Holding his
head, I thrust forward and he wraps his lips around the mushroom head
pressing tightly around the ridge. My cock feels so right inside this hot
guy's mouth. I am hard and throbbing and I want to push deep down his
throat, into his stomach. He flicks his tongue around the head a few times
still pursing his lips around the ridge. Then he moves away and I sigh with
regret. Has he liked it? Will he stop and leave saying that he has
fulfilled his curiosity and that sucking cock is not his thing?

Jason stands up and removes his towel. He is beautiful and I take a deep
breath as I gaze at his hot nakedness. His cock erects vertically with the
hairy balls hanging low. I tremble with lust.

"Take off your boxers, Mike," he tells me as he stands in front of me with
his beautiful body fully exposed. I pull down my boxers shakily.

"Fuck," he exclaims as I step out of my underwear and stand up also totally
naked, totally excited. "You shave down there, too."

He reaches over and runs his hand where my pubic hair has been
shaved. "Fucking smooth, Mike," his smile returns. I can't hold back
anymore. I pull him to me and I kiss his sweet mouth. His response is
shockingly fast as he opens his lips and inserts his tongue into my
mouth. Fuck! Jason is fucking kissing me, deep, with tongue and all. I
press my hardness onto his and we get into a tight embrace. I can't believe
that this is happening. I have hoped for another blowjob, and perhaps for
Jason to give me a hand job. But this? Embracing like two lovers, mouths
locked, cocks pressing on each other, arms around each other? Fuck me! This
is beyond hot. This is sizzling. How far will he go? Will there be any
fucking tonight? My ass hole squeezes in anticipation. His cock looks and
feels so right for my ass. I crave for him to enter me and fuck me
senseless.

As we kiss in a tight embrace, I feel Jason's hands running over my butt
and down into my crack.

"You have a very inviting ass, Mikey," he mumbles between kisses. "It's as
smooth as a woman's."

I break the kissing immediately. Now is my chance. I turn around and bend
over the arm of the couch exposing my shaved butt totally to him. He kneels
behind me, opens my butt cheeks with both hands and proceeds to lick inside
the shaved crack. My hole twitches and puckers like crazy at the feel of
his wet tongue. A short while later, I feel his cock rubbing up and down my
crack. Oh, my God. He is going to fuck. Oh, yes. He holds my hips and
drives in. I have totally forgotten about the safety of the condom and the
lubing to ease the pain. His initial thrust is right at my hole and his
spit helps him to penetrate. He moans and drives harder, stretching me. I
realize that as a straight guy he knows nothing about anal fucking and the
preparations needed for it. But I will not stop the moment. I clench my
teeth and take the pain, waiting for it to turn to pleasure. Jason doesn't
wait. He just has no experience in fucking ass. He starts hard, deep
thrusting without letting my fuck hole get to accommodate to his invading
cock. I take it silently. Slowly, as my rim starts to get numb from the
invasion, I start to move back onto him to meet his thrusts. He fills
me. He is going wild. His grunts and moans are loud and in sync with his
pumping. Suddenly, he stills and I feel the spill of his semen inside me.

Finally, Jason pulls out of me and I slump weekly over the couch, the semen
seeping out of my body and onto my thighs.

"Holy fucking cow," Jason pants, his dick dripping. "Mike, oh, man, buddy,
this was the most intense fuck I have ever experienced."

"Jason, you fucked me raw and shot your load inside me," I whimper still
shaking from the intensity of his fucking. "That was stupid." I can't
believe I let this happen.

He tells me in a serious tone, "You have nothing to worry about, Mike. I am
clean and fucking you has gone way beyond my imagination. Will you be my
lover? Mikey? I'm serious."

I gaze into his eyes. I can tell that he is serious. "One fuck out of
curiosity and you ask for a serious gay relationship?" I ask him. I have to
be sure. This should not be an after-fucking proposal.

He nods his head and kisses me. "Let's shower together. I can see you still
have full balls."

I look down and notice my erection. He is right. In the heat of the fucking
and my concern for the bareback load emptied inside me, I have not
considered my own state of excitement. My dick quivers at the shower
request.

Under the hot water, we kiss. Jason erects against me and I can feel his
heat on my body. I silently calculate: this is his third erection
tonight. What a stud!

Slowly, achingly, he moves his lips down my neck, my shaved chest and flat
stomach, to reach my vertically erected cock. He wraps his mouth around the
head. I turn off the water and look down to watch this extremely handsome
supposedly-straight guy going down on me. His wet hair drips on my groin as
he swallows my cock shaft. Although I have been sucked before, this is a
new experience for me. It is not the actual sucking that is turning me on
so much, but the realization of this specific Jason swallowing my dick. I
explode in his mouth without warning. He gobbles, coughs, spits, and
swears.

"What the fuck?" he looks up at me from his kneeling position, his mouth
dripping water and cum.

"I couldn't hold back, Jason. I am sorry," I apologize although I am
quivering with the after-sensations of shooting my load inside his
beautiful mouth. He realizes that I am not sorry at all and slaps my butt,
still kneeling. Then, to my utter surprise, he takes my dripping semi-erect
cock back into his mouth and sucks the last drops of cum. He licks around
the head squeezing my balls, and his hand moves from my butt cheek into my
crack. He fingers me, still sucking on my semi-erect dick, and I moan in
response arching my back to shove more of my dick into his loving
mouth. Then he turns me around, making me lean on the wall, and lifting one
of my legs, enters my fuck hole. He shoves up and his entire manhood is
back inside me. My ass is sore and it burns as hell, but I don't
complain. Thankfully, his cock shaft and my ass hole are both soapy and
slippery.

Jason's fucking starts gently, but very soon becomes heated and rough. He
pulls on my hair as he pounds up into my ass. I try my best not to slip on
the floor of the shower, out of the weakness of the one leg supporting me
and out of the heat of my body as his cock invades me deeper and deeper,
slamming into me, ramming me. When he shoots inside me, he cries out with
each squirt of his manhood driven deep into my willing body. After a few
squirts, which I feel reaching deep into my bowels, he stills and flexes,
letting go of my leg. As I stand leaning on the wall weakly, he wraps his
arms around me and grinds against my butt, still deep inside my ass. Semen
seeps out of my hole and I shake all over. Finally, we break and his
beautiful cock slips out of me. My rim muscle puckers in regret at the loss
of this fantastically beautiful fuck pole.

After soaping each other and washing off, we towel each other dry. I am
astonished at the gentleness he treats me after the rough fucking he has
given me moments ago.

Back in the living room, towels around our waists, just-fucked expressions
on our faces, we lounge on the couch side by side.

"Mike, I think that my curiosity has changed," Jason says in such a low
voice that I could barely hear.

My heart races. "I'd love for you to be my lover, Jason," I respond
encouragingly.

"But fuck it, man," he is still complaining. "I'm not gay!"

"Yes, you are, baby," I laugh. "You sucked my dick and fucked my man
ass. If you don't call this gay, I wonder what gay is."

"You bastard," he smiles his cute smile. "You lured me into this. You gave
me such a fantastic blowjob back in the diner and brought me here with sex
on your mind."

"That I did, Jase," I smile back. "I surely wanted to get into your
pants. I have wanted this since we met. Now I have you, my gay lover."

He bends across and kisses me, fondling my nipple with his finger. I know
that he is trying to get comfortable with his new sexual status. I also
know that it can't be easy for him to do so. But I am so glad that it has
been me to draw him out. Do I see regret, fear, anticipation, or passion on
his face?

I study the expression in his eyes after he breaks away from the kissing
and fondling. What I see, most clearly, is fear mixed with passion.

I wrap my arm around his shoulders. "What are you afraid of, Jase?" I ask
him, looking straight into his eyes.

"I'm not afraid of anything," he says defensively, but, I think, a bit
weakly.

"Come on, buddy," I insist. "You look like a scared rabbit to me."

"Do I fuck like one, too," he tries to joke his way out of the corner I
have put him in.

"You fuck beautifully, Jason," I am serious. "I love the way you fuck. But
you are scared. Of what?"

He looks down at his lap. And then slowly, he slides his hand under my
towel and fondles my limp dick, gently. "Why is it that a guy should enjoy
the sex of another guy?" he mumbles, squeezing on my cock, which is now
starting to show some interest. "How can this be normal?"

Ok, the usual straight-people condemnation of homosexuality. "What is
normal is how you feel and desire without hurting others. Do you think that
by fucking me you are hurting me or yourself?"

"Judging by your moans and groans, Mikey, baby," his smile comes back, "I'd
say you were sort of enjoying it. The thing is that I have enjoyed sucking
your dick. Mike," he continuous in a more serious tone, "I have sucked a
guy's cock."

"And it was lovely," I try to be flippant but I realize that I should meet
his seriousness. Otherwise I will put him off. "That's my point, Jason. You
gave and received something pleasurable. Gayness is just a label. Are you
scared of other people knowing about this?'  "Well," he hesitates for an
instant, "yes. I don't want other people to think of me as a fag."

"Then don't tell them. It's no one's business, baby. Do you advertize your
age, or how much money you make, or how often you jerk off? This is the
same thing."

I can see his relaxation at my explanation. He fondles my balls and keeps
looking at me. "Does that mean that since I am now gay, you get to fuck me
also?"

As I have said before, I am usually a bottom. I really enjoy another guy's
cock in my mouth and inside my body. I am satisfied in gratifying my
partner even when sometimes my "top" doesn't react to my own sexual
needs. However, with Jason, it's different. The beginning of love? It looks
like it. So I come out and say it.

"Jason, I'm beginning to fall in love with you," I start lamely. "Hold on
for a sec. I'm not turning all mushy on you. Please, understand me. If you
feel you want me to fuck you, I will enjoy that immensely but only if you
do so also." I slide my hand under his balls and rub the area between the
balls and his crack. He bucks up giving me more access, and his breathing
quickens.

"Oh, man," he moans. "I want you to fuck me, Mike."

With this I realize that Jason has been able to break through all his
inhibitions. I push him down on his back onto the couch and lie on top of
him. I am already on fire, but when I look at his eyes, I still see the
fear, although now it is mixed with lust. I rub my finger into his crack,
massaging his hole. He tenses as soon as I try to insert the tip of my
finger inside, and I withdraw, maintaining the rubbing. I reach for some
lube and apply it inside his crack as we kiss. My body presses on him and
he feels so delicious under me, waiting to be fucked for the first time.

"Do you really want this, Jason?" I ask him after I try to probe inside his
hole with my finger and he tenses again.

"I don't know, Mike," he hesitates.

I probe again. This time, his hole sucks the tip of finger in and squeezes
on it.

"Hurting?" I whisper as I nibble on his ear.

"No, oh, fuck," he moans, "fuck, fuck, push some more," he squeezes harder
on my finger as I turn it around, trying to stretch his rim
muscle. "Please, Mike, do me, baby, fuck me," he starts to plead as he
responds to my finger fucking. I am a bit concerned about the fucking
because my dick, although shorter than average, around 6 inches long, is
quite thick. My cock shaft is an ass stretcher. This has not been much of a
problem yet since my partners have been more interested in my butt, not my
dick.

But with Jason? And he is a virgin. Fuck! This will hurt him like hell.

I try to be as gentle as I can, but Jason is not helping. He is extremely
insistent and passionate about the fucking part as if he is trying to prove
something to himself, or to me. Fine. I let him have it. My heart goes out
with his screams as I penetrate and thrust into him. But I have to give it
to him. Not once does he beg me to pull out. With every scream, he meets my
thrust with bucking onto my tool to get more of it inside him. I am
hopelessly turned on by such passion and I squirt tons of semen inside
him. When I finally pull out, I can see tears on his face cheeks that I
haven't noticed when I have been occupied with pounding his ass.

"Thank you," he mumbles when I crumble next to him, all spent. "Thank you,
Mike. that was really something."

I look at him incredulously and ask him, "You mean you didn't hurt?"

"I sure as fuck did, you fat-dick bastard," he responds, the cute smile
returning to his hot face. "I think you split my ass in half. But you know?
I actually liked it. And, yes," he adds as if it is an afterthought, "Mike,
I want to be your lover."

I draw in a breath of relief. This is my dream man. This is who I want to
have in my bed every night forever. We kiss, passionately, and get aroused
again. This time his pounding into my ass is merciless.

By the time he ejaculates inside me, I am almost fainted.

Jason and I are still together. We fuck, taking turns, depending on what
each of us is craving for the most. The sex is always intense, but the
relationship is very gentle and considerate. No one has caught onto our
relationship so far, and I do my best to keep it this way. I wouldn't want
to advertise my love since my lover will be hurt by that. I am willing to
keep it just between the two us and it is working fine.

We do mix both of our semen in the hamburger patty for the obnoxious
lady. She smacks her lips and declares, for the first time that we
experience, that this is the tastiest hamburger she has ever had.

Jason and I exchange smiles as we both know that there is a lot of that
special sauce for our dear lady: four full nuts of sauce, the specialty of
the house.