Date: Mon, 13 Mar 00 06:47:43 -0500
From: Phil Savage <psavage@voicenet.com>
Subject: Biz Trip (suck, first-time, true)

BIZ TRIP

All true. I was a late learner.

I was attending a convention in Boston - in those days I was a junior
faculty member with no $$, so I pigged it at the Y on Huntington Avenue..

And I went in to take a shower.  The arrangement was a long stall with a
shower head at either end.  And this other guy was showering too.  And I
was more or less minding my own business, except that I wasn't, if you know
what I mean.

He was good looking with a lithe body and tight ass and a large creamy
cock, which I took a good look at - you know sort of under the shower
beneath a headful of shampoo while he was definitely not looking my way.

Then I saw that he was getting hard.  And I remembered the tents at summer
camp, where we'd fooled around a little, sort of checking out each other's
plumbing, as teenagers will.  And with the sight before me and the memory,
my own cock began to swell.

I could have, should have, simply turned on the cold water, rinsed off,
grabbed my towel and headed back to my room.  But I wasn't even close to
rational.  I was the rabbit mesmerized by the snake.

He rose to full mast.  I was harder than I had ever been in my life. The
French slang for `harden' in the sense of throw a hard-on = 'bander' = the
bow strains against the bowstring.  That was me.

He came over and sank to his knees, and when he slid me deeply inside I
nearly blew my load.

He said come to his room.  Even his hoarseness was aphrodisiac.  I went,
sweating and shaking.  And the delights he taught me corkscrewed into my
spine and brain and altered my DNA forever.

The recriminations were harrowing.  It was stupid.  It was wrong.  It was
dangerous.  God, he was a fag!  And I was a married man with one kid and
another on the way, who made some promises at an altar to a wonderful woman
who is the light of my life.  Never, ever would this happen again!

A couple of months later I was in NYC and found an all-male theatre on
W. 46th Street.  The porn was electrifying and I was so caught up that I
really didn't notice that someone had sat down beside me.  And, well, you
can guess the rest.

Phil
psvage@voicenet.com