THESIS 

                                             Jack Sprat
Prologue:

     I came out of the closet when I was in high school  I've always held 
myself in high esteem, and coming out was the best decision I ever made
Most people were astounded at my gay admission. They would have never believed 
it had I not told them. 

     I'm in college now, majoring in psychology. Many virgin closet gays 
take psychology and I find and help the shy ones have their first experience.  

     On campus, I watch for hints, other males attempting to silently 
communicate that they too are gay. It might be eye contact, rubs against my 
body, or the sudden presence of another wanting to become my friend. Few
will make an open proposition. 

     With this introduction, I am going to share a few cases where virgin 
closet gays have given me their fresh bodies, my helping them through 
their first male sex encounter. I hope to use some of this material when I 
write my psychology thesis. 

                                    *

                                   SEAN

     Sean showed his signals by becoming a fast friend. He said he wasn't gay
though I could read between the lines. Many times I saw him glancing at my 
crotch when he thought I was unaware. One day, while we sat on the campus
lawn under a tree, I popped the question. 

     "Doggone, Sean, I don't think it is my imagination, but you've been
sneaking glances at my crotch." 
     
     Sean tightened up and I noticed a little flush in his face.

     "I'm not gay."

     "You say you're not gay and you know I am. I know you jack off. Every
males does. We all have fantasies and sexual desires and finally we crave
more than our own hand. Do you have fantasies of another male. Perhaps me?

     Sean fidgeted uncomfortably and his face reddened. "I'm not gay."

     "O.K." I said. "But something tells me you'd like the experience.
Remember, everything is confidential, just between you and me. We have safe 
seclusion in my apartment. No one else will ever know. When you can can't 
satisfy yourself and need a companion, give me a call. Here's my phone 
number." 

     A week later my television was interrupted by Sean's phone call.

     "Hi! This is Sean. Thought I would stop by with a six-pack of beer if
you're not doing anything........." 

     "You've been thinking about the conversation we had under the tree?"

      There was a pause. "Yeah! he said hesitantly. "You promise no-one will
ever find out?"

     "This is our secret," I said reassuringly. "Come on over."

     My penis had risen in anticipation as I set the phone in its cradle. I
didn't want to waste time after Seans arrival less he got cold feet . I 
removed my clothes, draped my naked body in a dressing gown, and put on my 
slippers. I went to the bedroom, turned back the bed and dimmed the lamp. The 
stage was set. 

     At his knock, I opened the door taking the six-pack he held in front of
him. "Come on in! We'll take the six-pack into the bedroom. I led the way, 
Sean docily followed. 

     Setting the beer on the night stand, I turned and made eye contact, 
moving towards him until I had him in my arms. I hugged him tightly and held 
him. He struggled a bit at my fast come-on but became limp and I kissed him.  

     I dropped my robe and stood naked. Sean's arms wrapped around me his 
hands traveling over my bare back. I moved his hand to my crotch letting it 
explore my erection and my balls.  

     Sean raised his arms as I pulled his shirt over his head, bearing his 
smooth chest. He stood in front of me as I sat in a chair and worked his belt 
loose from his buckle. I always get excited undressing another male, 
especially when they stand in front of me with their hands on my shoulders. I 
unbuttoned Sean's fly, slipping his pants downward having him step out of 
them. Wearing only his tight white briefs with his erection pushing against 
the basket, I gently kneaded the material and what was underneath. My fingers 
reached inside his waistband and slowly pulled downward. His swollen red tip 
and open pee hole appeared first, followed by his shaft and hanging balls. 
With his hands still on my shoulders, I gave him a gentle feel. I turned him 
and softly swirled my fingers over his back flanks, progressing inwards to 
where they stroked his buns and then moved up and down his beautiful crack. I 
gently spread his cheeks, admiring the pucker buried deep within. I stood and 
we again embraced, our warm naked bodies pressing firmly against each other. 

     He was putty as I sat his bare body on the bed and swung his legs to 
where they laid atop the covers. I drew them up and spread them so his 
crotch openly displayed his manhood, a beautiful hard cut penis and sac 
holding large, firm balls. 

    I gently grasped his stem and slowly pumped, my other hand fondling his 
pouch. Lowering my head, I slipped his erection into my mouth, running the 
buds of my wet tongue over his sensitive tip. Moaning, Sean guided my head 
with his hands. 

    "Oh God! Oh God! I'm coming!"

    Splashes of hot cum hit the back of my mouth as his body quivered and 
bucked until the last drop was emitted.  
            
    I slid up, lifted his head, and put my mouth to his lips. He wrapped
his arms around me and his tongue probed deep into my mouth.

    Resting to recovery, Sean moved to my raging dick. I lay back, enjoying his
sucking and lapping tongue, knowing I was satisfying his long needed oral
craving, then climaxed into his mouth.
                
    Afterwards, we cuddled. Sean happily sobbed as I stroked his hair. He
had gone through rites of passage. I knew that we would be seeing each other
again.    
 
                                THE END