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. 

                                    *

                                 JASON

     The student body president? I'm utterly amazed at the number of closet
gays. It is said that one out of ten are gay, I believe it is more. My
research on gays would have never come about if I had not openly admitted
my own orientation. I'm approached frequently with propositions from those
still in the closet. They always end with, "But promise not to tell anyone."

     Jason is the student body president. He's very intelligent and also very
rich. He owns a Trans-Am and has his own apartment in a real nice area of 
town. He comes from Wisconsin. I'd guess he's of Nordic descent with his  
blue eyes and blond hair. He's very handsome.

     I was on the student body board of directors. One night, we were elated 
after a very successful meeting. Jason suggested he and I celebrate with burger 
and fries before we called it a night. This was O.K. with me.

     It was a Friday night, and after downing our burgers and finishing our 
rap, Jason invited me over. I thought I'd seen an attempt of eye contact, but 
I had never noticed any previous signals or hints. As we drove to his place, 
Jason talked and gave himself away. 

     "You know Billy Benson? I saw him in the gym shower yesterday. God, he
has a real cute butt."

     "I didn't know you were interested in boys," I replied.

     "Kind of," Jason replied. "That's why I wanted you to come over. I wanted
to talk about it. You understand these things and I'm all messed up."

     Arriving at Jason's, we sat, rapped, and sipped wine. Jason related his
story.

     "I'm secretly interested in males. I've always been this way but have hid
my feelings. I go out with girls but never become sexually excited by them.
In fact, sometimes they scare me to death when they make advances."

     "Have you ever had male sex before?" I asked.

     "Not really. When I was about ten, a neighbor kid and I used to drop
our pants up in the tree house and diddle each other. That's it. I haven't
messed around since. I'm afraid of people finding out."

     "You know I'm gay. Did you bring me over here with the idea of sex?" 

     "Kind of... I come from a very wealthy social family. Everyone in my town 
knows us. My brother and sisters are married and very active in the community. 
I think I've been successful setting a good image here, but what would happen 
if the college found out their student body president was gay?...I'm hard up 
and I'm scared!" 

     "You needn't be scared, Jason." I replied. "This is between you and
me. I can help you with relief and no-one will be wiser.  

     A sense of relief appeared on Jason's face as he continued.

     "I've really been spoiled all of my life. Since we're rich, many
people put us on a pedestal. I feel guilty. I want to serve someone else.  
I want to give you my body and let you do anything you want. PLEASE!" 

Jason began to sob with his revelation and need. I could see his hormones were 
high with his body needing relief. He was asking me to dominate him which 
would psychologically release his guilt if he was "forced" to obey. 

     "All right. Take off your clothes. NOW!"

     Jason slowly undressed to where he was only wearing his white tight
briefs. 

     "Pull them down and step out of them," I ordered. "Then walk over and
stand in front of me. Put your hands on my shoulders."

     Jason started to sniffle, perhaps he wanted to change his mind and 
say no, but his need overpowered any resistance.

     He stood in front of me spreading his legs, showing his smooth naked 
body. His penis was soft, hanging in a nest of blond hair. A bag of two 
beautiful balls hung below. I grasped his soft stem, gently tugging it back
and forth feeling it grow, pushing my fingers wider as it expanded in 
my hand. I examined its red tip, running a spittled finger around its crown 
and pushing my wet thumb up its backside. My other hand fondled his balls, 
gently grasping both, then exploring each singly. 

     "Turn around. Spread your butt. Show me your asshole!." 

     Jason modestly turned and opened his cheeks, allowing my eyes to roam 
over his light brown pucker. Running my finger up and down his open crack I 
pushed gently inward against his hole. 

     "Now lie on the carpet."

     I firmly grasped his ankle and lightly moved my finger across the sole of
his foot. Jason tried to pull back.

     "You're ticklish!"

      I grabbed his foot again and he tried to jerk away. I grabbed the other 
foot and tickled it too. After wrestling his naked wreathing body, I went for 
his arm pits, continuing until Jason begged for mercy. 

     "Will you mind me?"

     "Stop!.. Stop!.. Yes,.. I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

     "Good boy! We're going into the bathroom. I'm going to get your body 
ready." 

     I watched Jason rise, and walked behind him down the hall, admiring his
beautiful butt which would soon be well used.

     I plugged the bathroom sink. While it was filling with hot water
I searched the sink drawers finding scissors, a comb, and a safety razor.

     "Sit on the toilet seat. Slide down and spread your legs. You're
going to get trimmed and shaved. I want a well presented crotch" 

      Tickling his tip to keep him hard, I took the comb and scissors and 
snipped about his crotch until only a short patch of golden hair remained. 
Soaping him well, I shaved around the hair patch. Tightening each ball 
against his sac, my sliding razor removed all scrotum hair, leaving a clean 
smooth pouch clearly outlining his two solid balls.  

     I don't want to see your shit, so where's your enema bag?

     "I don't have one," Jason stammered.

     "Then I'll have to improvise. I'll be right back. Don't you move."

      I went to the kitchen and looked through the drawers, searching for
something I had in mind and vola!. I found it...a meat baster with a large
bulb. I examined its long shaft with the tapered tip. Its width would fit,
but would be a little tight.

      Jason gasped when I returned and held it in front of him.

     "Get down on your hands and knees, drop your head, and spread your 
legs as wide as you can." 

     I found some Vaseline and greased my finger, liberally lubricating and
massaging his hole until it relaxed.  Refilling the sink with good hot soapy
water I squeezed the baster bulb, sucking up a good amount. Pressing the tip
against his pucker, I slid in the taper, the large shaft followed, stretching
his hole to its fullest. I was satisfied when his butt received about six
inches. Slowly squeezing the bulb, the water pushed out and disappeared.

    "It'll take six to eight insertions for a good cleansing purge.
There will be six to eight additional insertions for a fresh water rinse." 

     My calculations were right. Jason emptied himself after the eighth bulb. 
Finishing, he obediently repositioned himself, again with his butt again in 
the air, awaiting the feel of the baster's rinsing re-insertions. As I 
squeezed the bulb with my right hand, my left handle fondled and tugged his 
newly shaven balls. With each entry, I was not sure if I heard moans of 
distress or ecstasy. 

     Finishing by giving his butt crack a final soap wash, I ordered him into 
the bedroom. His pucker was soft and pliable from the hot water and 
insertions. I was going to make it even more so. I ordered him on all fours on 
the bed, and to drop and turn his head to where his cheek rested on the 
pillow. With his legs widely spread and drawn to his chest, his back was 
curved, fully presenting his soft, wide open butt cheeks. 

     Never before had my tongue rimmed such a warm, pliable asshole. It gave 
way as my tongue circled and licked and invitingly opened. My own dick was now 
roaring for relief from my own passion. I slapped it with spit and pushed it 
into his hole, feeling the warmth of his inner body as it entered. I wanted
to hold my climax, but shortly nature gave me no choice. My cum moved
through me then erupted in streams from my pulsating prick. What a fuck! 

    I removed my now soft penis, rolling Jason over and hugging and kissing
him. Jason wrapped his arms around me, and our tongues explored each others
mouth.

     "I loved it, I loved it," Jason said softly. "Please do more."

     I did do more, and as the night passed, Jason followed all of my
instructions pleasing my own body to its fullest.

      Jason had found a safe haven for sex.