Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2008 05:29:43 +0800 (CST)
From: Mark Stephens <sunspots2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who am I?

"Frank kisses me and pats me on the ass. I walk out to my car, happy with
the turn of events in my relations with Frank. But, slowly the bad thoughts
creep in to my head. What does this all mean for my future? Will people
find out? Am I really queer? Who am I?"

Part 3: New York here we cum!

All week I am a wreck. Work is a pain, but it's also a distraction which
helps the time go by quicker. I jerk-off at least twice a night thinking of
what Frank and I did last Sunday at his house. However, as we get closer to
the weekend I decide I should back off masturbating and save it for our
trip to New York. I called Frank a couple of times in the evenings, but
quit after I got Susan one time and she asked me if I had sucked any cocks
lately. She can be a bitch, but I still like her on some level. I am just
afraid she is going embarrass me big time somewhere down the road and that
scares the shit out of me. In spite of what she might think, I never sucked
a cock and nobody has ever sucked mine. However, I hope that will all
change this weekend, so it seemed pointless to argue with her over
something which is really more of matter of when, not of, no way man!

Finally, it is approaching 6PM on Saturday and I will be off work until 8
AM Monday morning. I punch out and almost race to my car. I have my
suitcase in the trunk and I am going to swing by, pickup Frank and hit the
Mass Turnpike entrance not too far from his house. Then I just crank up the
car and race to the New York state line. We decided to find a motel in East
Greenbush, although not right at the state line, it is a little closer to
Albany and could offer some additional diversions if we ever decide to get
out of bed.

As I approach his house I see Frank waiting for me. I had begged Frank to
wait outside; I was too embarrassed to run into Susan again. I get out and
open the trunk so that Frank can deposit his suitcase and we can hit the
road. As I open the driver's side door to get back in I see Susan in an
upstairs window. I smile and wave. She smiles back and makes the universal
sign for jerking off. I give her the "finger", we are both smiling. Frank
hops in the passenger side carrying a paper bag. The bag contains
sandwiches and a couple of Polar brand Orange Dry flavored "tonics"
(sodas); Orange Dry was my favorite flavor, at least for this month. Oh,
and sometimes I like Birch Beer flavored soda. Then of course there is
Cream Soda flavor. Well, OK then maybe Orange Dry was my flavor of the
moment. It's all good, just like sex. Ok, I don't know much about sex, but
I'm trying to learn. I do know my sodas though.

We drive up to the turnpike toll booth and the attendant gives us the toll
ticket. I pull out and head down the "West" access ramp and join the
traffic racing down the highway. Scanning down the ticket Frank quickly
locates our exit; it's the last one -- West Stockbridge. Actually, I guess
it is really the first exit because it is exit number 1. Frank reaches into
the bag and brings out our supper. I hold onto the sandwich between bites,
but Frank has to open the soda cans with a church key and hold the can for
me in between gulps. Sometimes when I am alone in the car I have to squeeze
the soda can between my thighs in between drinks and that usually ends up
embarrassing me with a wet crotch.

The sandwich wrapper and empty soda cans were returned to the paper bag,
which was then deposited on the floor behind the seat. Frank looked like he
was getting ready to take a snooze, but I was not about to let that happen
-- I was on a mission. "OK Frank, you promised me that you would tell me
what happened last year to turn you from an active heterosexual into a
flaming homosexual."  Frank laughed a kind of hesitant, nervous laugh and
then smiles and proclaims that he will tell me because by tomorrow I will
be a cocksucker like the rest of the queers. Now it was my turn for a
nervous laugh. But, I know I really want to suck Frank's cock tonight, so I
might as well admit it to myself and to Frank. "OK Frank, let's get it over
with; I admit that I am now pretty sure that I'm queer too!" Now he laughs
loudly, "God I hope so or this is a wasted trip". We both laugh at that and
Frank reaches over and gropes me. I'm hard immediately and admonish him
that I want to save it for the motel.

"Ok, here goes"; Frank now begins to let me know what happened that so
dramatically changed his public persona from straight to queer. Frank said
he had sex with a guy in high school, even though he was dating girls at
the time. The sex was exciting, maybe because it was forbidden fruit (pun
intended), but exciting never-the-less. In his senior year he had sex with
a girl and enjoyed it a lot, perhaps because it seemed to say to him that
he was straight. But, he soon discovered that the pull of sex with other
guys was too strong to ignore by fucking girls.  He had a lot of sex with
several guys over the summer before entering college. But, he resolved to
go straight once he entered college.

Starting college he met Brenda and they seemed to click, they started
dating. Living too far from the school's campus to enjoy some of the
college's weekend activities, Brenda stayed at Frank's house so they could
attend the Fall Festival weekend together at the college. Brenda stayed in
Susan's room while she stayed at a friend's house. After Frank's parents
went to bed Brenda quietly slipped into Frank's room and a heavy petting
session ended with a subdued but exciting fuck. In the succeeding weeks
Frank and Brenda snuck away from college to repeat the performance a number
of times. A chance meeting at Kennedy's Clothing Store with a high school
buddy and former high school sex partner changed everything. John invited
Frank to follow him home when he finished shopping. Frank accepted, and
although nothing was said or even hinted at about having sex, Frank knew in
the back of his mind that sex with John was going to be the end game.

At John's house they each chugged down a couple of Narragansett beers. As
they started the 3rd `Gansett, John started a sing song rendition of the
Narragansett advertising jingle; "Hi Neighbor, have a `Gansett".  Riding
the wave of a serious buzz, Frank joined in and they both went on a
laughing jag interspersed with the Narragansett jingle. At some point John
started massaging Frank's shoulders and worked his hands down to the crotch
and Frank's now hard cock.

John began massaging Frank's hard-on with more pressure and then he started
to mold his hand around it. Frank sighed and laid back, signaling the brief
seduction was over and he was ready to begin serious foreplay. Frank
encourages john with moans and wiggling his body in time to the
manipulating hands. John reaches over and unbuttons Frank's pants, sliding
his zipper down and spreading the fly open. Frank then reaches out and
begins to run his fingers through John's hair. "Oh yes baby, you know what
I want. Suck me John! Suck me!" John sits up and reaches inside the waist
band of Frank' briefs and pulls them to his thighs along with his jeans.
Frank's 6" cock catches briefly in his pants and then smacks hard against
his stomach, ready for action.

John lowers his head and starts to lick the underside of Frank's cock like
a hungry kid trying to devour an ice cream cone before the summer sun melts
it away. His tongue starts below Frank's balls, raking across them on its
path up his cock to the crown and back down the spine tingling trail. Frank
is squirming and encouraging John with murmurs and obscene vocalizations.
On one trip, with his tongue licking and darting around Frank's taut spongy
corona, John greedily engulfs Frank's cock and starts bobbing up and down
in a frenzied race to bring him off. Frank follows the pattern of most men
and boys worldwide by notifying his cocksucker of his impending ejaculation
too late for John to do anything but accept a mouthful of sperm. However,
this is an event John not only accepts; it is an event that he loves and he
passionately swallows his "rice pudding" reward. Frank feels no shame and
is only somewhat conflicted; something in the back of his mind tells him he
prefers this guy-on-guy sex to sex with Brenda. Not necessarily sex with
John as opposed to Brenda, but sex with other guys as opposed to other
girls. He accepts this newer version of his life, but he is only thinking
in the moment.  Future implications of what this queer adventure might have
on his life do not even register in his over stimulated brain as he
prepares to return the favor on John's ever so ready cock.

As I listen to Frank describing sex with another guy, I am rock hard and
leaking. I find it exciting and I feel like I am a member of a secret
society. A society whose initiation rites are scheduled for tonight, in
East Greenbush, New York. I smile as I think about a group of ermined caped
society elders watching Frank and I having sex. Welcoming us into the Queer
Society, they impart queer wisdom and teach us a special handshake to use
when jerking off our queer partners. A small giggle escapes my lips as I
replay that vision in my head; Frank looks expectantly at me with a
somewhat quizzical expression.  My mood changes and a thought breaks
through my sex driven trance, am I thinking right now with my big head or
my little head? I start to wonder, if given the choice, would I prefer sex
with Brenda, or Gail, or Joan, or Ann, or Sandra, or Mary Lou? I haven't
scored with the girls, but would I rather be heading down the Mass Turnpike
tonight with a girl instead of Frank? Beyond the immediate sexual
gratification, do I really want to have sex with Frank? When I said that I
was pretty sure that I was queer, did I really believe that or do I just
want to get off? What is happening to me? Who am I?

To be continued...

Note: Narragansett Beer, a Rhode Island brewery, was the number one beer in
New England in the 1950's and 1960's, with 65% of the market. However, the
brewery was purchased by Falstaff and in the face of increasing national
and international completion, sales declined and the brewery closed in
1981. The brand was recently purchased by local entrepreneurs and a new
Narragansett brewery began selling the regional favorite again in 2005.
http://thephoenix.com/article_ektid4251.aspx
http://www.narragansettbeer.com/default.aspx

When you were in high school or college did you go off with a boyfriend to
a motel? Did you ever end up in a motel with a friend and through discovery
end up with a boyfriend or a sex partner? Do you have any funny or sexy
stories to tell us about sex in a motel with another guy?

Did you ever drink Narragansett beer? I know that the Pawtucket Red Sox are
selling `Gansett at the ball park in Rhode Island, are the Boston Red Sox
selling it again at Fenway? Do you have any stories to share with us about
sex that includes Narragansett beer?