From: NewsGrabber@hotmail.com (NewsGrabber)
Subject: TRUE STORY: My first blow job. (and he was straight!) (t/t)
Date: Sat, 07 Mar 1998 07:14:43 GMT
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This story is true. In the past some of the stories I've posted to
other groups, people have written back saying "It needed to be more
violent." Well, that's not how it happened. I believe that knowing a
story actually happened and that the facts are as close to reality as
I can remember should be a turn-on for guys, it is for me. It's great
to read stories but for me 14" penises and orgies every night isn't
realistic. Being able to picture an actual happening, that it actually
really happened, to me is much more exciting than exaggerated details.

If you like this story, let me know and I'll post some other things
that I did with him.

So, my story.

I'm in college now, but a few years when I was in high school, I had a
really good friend, Nick. I had actually sought out his friendship
because he was damn hot. Nick's a carefree individual. Friendly to all
social groups. This story takes place my junior year, but to give you
an idea of how hot he was when we were seniors he was voted "most
handsome," "friendlies guy" and homecoming king. Now, he's trying to
get into modeling. Well, we had a couple classes together and for our
AP American History class we had to do group projects. We grouped
together with a few other people and chose to do a video project about
some local history. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with
Nick so I suggested that we get started. This is a strange thing for
me to suggest, since I am one of the world's biggest procrastinators,
but I was horny. Nick was naturally build well, a rather large upper
torso tapering to a small waist. In my opinion, he has the ideal body.
Not huge bulging muscles, but when he let me feel the "rockets" (as he
called them) on his arms, it felt like was holding a softball. He must
be of scandinavian descent because his hair is light blond and he has
blue eyes.

No one else in the group besides Nick and I felt like we should start
so soon, and I was relieved-- I would have him to myself! He had no
idea about my orientation, but I knew that if I ever told him, he
would most likely be "ok" with it, or at least say that he was and
keep it a secret. We planned to meet this saturday at his house. So,
when saturday came I drove the relatively short distance to his house
and tried to prepare myself to not look TOO obvious. Quick check, ok,
no drool. Good. Although my dick had been hard all morning and had
some drool of it's own. I have a curvy dick that likes to point up.
I've found this shape has come in handy to more easily conceal that
I'm erect. We set up camp in his basement, where we would usually go
when I went over there. Nick is a sports fanatic, he's played tennis,
baseball, basketball, however recently his knee has been getting too
bad that he can't play or it'll dislocate. But, of course, he still
loves sports and was looking at a sports gear catalog that had come in
the mail. He started laughing at something in the magazine.

"What?"

"Oh, look." He held out a page of men in swimwear. I didn't know what
he was laughing at though... but I laughed anyway. "Look at how small
that guy's package is!"

I was only a bit confused -and partially excited- but went along with
it. "Yeah, he is pretty small." This type of conversation wasn't too
out of the ordinary, he always talked very candidly whatever the
topic. My face had gotten hot. I loved to hear straight guys talk
about penises!

"Not as small as you though!" He lightly slugged me in the arm and
laughed. "Of course I'm kidding."

"Nick? You think I'm small?" I had some loss of pride with that
comment, and he picked up on that.

"I've never seen you, Paul, I wouldn't know. I was just kidding!
Sheesh!"

"Well, I'm NOT small. I'm probably bigger than you."

He stared at me and then just started laughing. "For a second there I
thought you were being serious!"

My expression didn't change. "I am serious."

His laughter slowed as he watched my unchanging expression. "Paul, no
offense, and I don't mean to brag, but I'm quite large." There was a
silence as we just stared at each other. "Ok, pull 'em off." He jumped
to his feet.

"Pull what off?"

He started undoing his belt, "Your pants. There's only one way to
resolve this." In one swift move his jeans and his boxers were to the
floor, and I just stood there staring. "Come on." And in a funny
authoritarian voice, said "Off with your pants!"

I still couldn't move, I was absolutely stunned. I hadn't had much
male conversation about penises, and I surely had never had any one
ever tell me to take my pants off, aside from the nurse at the
doctor's office. Was this normal? I, of course, try to see everything
as an indication of homosexuality possibly just so that I wouldn't be
alone in my problem. With his pants around his ankles he waddled over
and started undoing my pants. This was a dream come true, until I
realized that I had a raging hardon under there. I pulled away, with
the excuse "I can do it myself..." I slowly undid my pants thinking as
fast as I could, "Actually, you know what? You win, yours is bigger."
I thought I was so smart! Looking back, it wasn't that difficult to
think of, but considering the pressure I was under... I started doing
my pants back up.

"Oh, no! You're not getting out it that easy. I showed you mine..." He
lunged at me, "you're going to make me force you?" He pulled my back
up against his chest, I could actually feel his fleshy mound pressed
against my ass! This did not help me to lose my erection! He hugged me
from behind, holding my arms in place, then with his right hand he
went for my zipper. With my limited abililty to move, I kept trying to
push his hand away, but ... wham! His whole hand went right against my
hard dick. There was no doubt that he felt it. He paused, and felt
again. I closed my eyes, wondering what this would mean. Was I going
to be kicked out faster than I would know what was going on? Was this
going to be the big rumor around school? My mind raced and thought up
every worst case scenario in what couldn't have been more than a few
seconds. He spun me around to face him. My eyes still closed. "Is that
what I think it is?" I could tell by his voice that he was smiling,
almost laughing. I stood motionless. Before I knew it, my pants were
around my ankles too. "Yep, it IS what I thought it was!" I still
didn't know how to interpret this. I peeked my eyes open to see him
sitting there smiling, "I see, you're not playing fair! Of course your
hardon will beat my mush anyday."

What? Was he letting me out of the most stressful situation of my life
without making me think of any excuse? He was awesome! Or absolutely
stupid.

"Well, let me catch up to you..." he started to massage his dick. "Or,
did you want to help me?" Ok, I really couldn't take much more of
this. I was beyond confused.

"No! Nick... what are you talking about?"

"Paul, I know you're gay, now do you want to help or not?"

"What? I'm not--" I stopped because he was smiling and pointing at my
dick.

"I've been wondering for a while, and today gave me all the evidence I
need."

"Evidence?"

"Don't worry, I don't mean that I'm going to tell anyone..." I let out
a sigh.

"So, Nick, are you gay?"

"Nope, sorry big guy. I'm straight, just non-discriminatory." (I know
that you're thinking no one would ever say 'non-discriminatory' in
every-day conversation, but I wouldn't have written it here if he
hadn't said it.)

"Meaning what exactly?"

"Well, meaning..." he tugged my shirt and pulled me closer to him "I
love women, but I don't think I'd mind it if a guy gave me head." He
took my right hand and placed it on his slightly swollen member. 

"So you've never done this before?"

"Not with a guy, no. I've been wanting to ask you for a while, but I
was never 100% sure until today. I've noticed the way you look at me.
I could tell you were thinking about jumping me."

"What?"

"Oh, come on Paul."

"Well yeah, I was. I just didn't realized I was that obvious." 

He laughed, "Oh, yeah you were. But, all the girls that have blown me
did it because they knew I'd like it. But I can tell that you think
about it A LOT. DREAM about it. It just seems like you'd be able to do
an incredible job."

"Sheesh. Nick, I've never done this before. You're kinda putting some
pressure to perform on me."

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't mean it like that. I know you're a rookie,
and I figured that you might want to get some practice with someone
who will try to help you give the best head ever. Trust me, I'll help
you figure the best ways to do it."

"A win-win."

"Exactly, I get blow jobs and you get experience. So... you wanna get
started?"

"Sure, what do you want me to do first?"

"Whatever the hell you want to. My body is completely yours." He
thought for a second and then clarified "Well, not my ass!" He
laughed.

"Can I take off your shirt?"

"My body is yours. I mean that. Whatever."

I undid his button-down and caressed the mounds on his chest.
Excitement shot through my body. Along with disbelief. Here I was,
doing something I had only dreamed of. And he was asking ME to do it.
I placed kisses across his chest.

He sighed and asked "You want to go to my bed, it may be more
comfortable."

"Sure!"

He took the pants from around his ankle off but left his socks on,
which at first I thought was kinda weird, but later I realized that I
really liked it. I removed the rest of my clothes.

He turned off the overhead light and clicked on his desk lamp. "So,
how did you want me?"

"However you think is best. You know more about this than I do!"

He got on the bed and was propped up on his side. "When you dream
about this, how am I?"

I grinned. "Drunk."

"What?" He laughed, and patted the bed.

I sat next to him. "I figured that was the only way I could ever do
anything with you."

"Well, I'm sober and I'm waiting for you to take up where you left
off. You were right ... here." and he pointed to a spot on his chest.
He laid on his back, sighed and closed his eyes. "By the way, you're
doing a great job so far." I got on his side, started caressing his
chest, my left hand slipping down to his six pack. Oh, it felt so good
to touch him! I put my mouth to his nipple and swirled my tongue
around and did little nibbles. "That's nice, Paul, but my nipples
aren't as sensitive as some guys."

"Ok, sorry."

"Don't apologize! It may drive the next guy you do absolutely wild! It
just doesn't for me." I got up on my knees and positioned myself to be
sitting on his thighs, close to his knees. I leaned forward to lick
his stomach, and I could feel his hardening dick pressed up against my
chest, I inched up slowly, hovering over him with my arms at his
sides. "Uh, Paul..."

"What, you don't like this?"

"No, no, I like it a lot. But when you moved up, your cock's coming
close to my ass."

"I wasn't going to fuck you..."

"No, I know... but if you could keep your cock from touching me, I
think I'd enjoy it more."

"Sorry."

"I'm not mad, Paul. I'm just not into that. I'm the one who should be
apologizing." I got on all fours, with my ass higher than anything
else, to make sure nothing touched him that shouldn't. I began kissing
his neck and up onto his face. "Paul..."

"You probably don't want me to kiss you, do you?"

"Sorry bud. One step too far."

"I understand." I rested back with my butt between his legs. I moved
back so that my mouth would be at cock level. I placed kisses on the
left of his cock, then I swirled my tongue around the base of it. I
licked the skin from his asshole to his scrotum. I sucked each ball
into my mouth, and saturated his scrotum with my saliva. I manouvered
my tongue around the base of the shaft, holding it out with my right
hand, his cock had a curve upwards as well. I licked along the tube
from the base up to the tip, but didn't touch the head at all.

"oooh... Paul, are you SURE you haven't done this before?" I chuckled.
"No, dude, I'm serious. If you were to stop right now, what you've
done so far is far beyond what the girls think of doing!"

I placed the tip of his cock in my mouth very softly. Taking my tongue
and exploring the ridges and the hole that was leaking some sweet
tasting fluid. Now, for my surprise. I was going to take it all at
once! I took a breath, and tried to gulp him all down. Now remember,
he has a big cock. I only got half of it in and it was curving upwards
and hitting my soft pallet. He let out a moan. This wasn't the way it
was supposed to be!

"Sorry, Nick."

"What the hell for? That was great!"

"I was trying to deepthroat you."

"It was still fuckin' awesome! I don't have a clue why you're
apologizing!"

I sat and thought for a second, I wanted it to curve down my throat,
so the only way to do that was to do it upside down. (Now I realize
that many readers will see this as an obvious answer, but this WAS my
first time! I thought I was being inventive.) I reversed my direction
and positioned myself with my hands on either side of his waist, and
the rest of my body laying down. I took my left hand and held out his
cock for my mouth. I slipped it in, and just kept letting it go down
until my chin could feel pubes and my nose was burried in his scrotum.

"Holy SHIT! PAUL! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! OOOhhh, man..." Now that I knew
it would fit this direction, I picked up the pace a bit. He continued
to make noises of enjoyment and then he put his hands on the back of
my head and began to lift his hips off the bed in rhythm with my
motions. He forced his cock in me over and over, I really was no
longer doing very much, just providing a throat to fuck. His speed and
moaning increased until he suddenly stopped for a second, obviously
restraining himself "Did you want my cum? I'm going to pop."

With my mouth full of his cock, I hummed and "uh-huh."

"Get ready." He started thrusting even more vigorously and then after
only a few more times he pulled me all the way down and held me there
as he let out a gasp and a moan, he pulled my head up and down a
little more but each time his entire body jerked. He pulled me off and
left a trail of cum on the way out. Hmm, I think like the pre-cum
better, but the thought that I was tasting the hottest guy's cum made
any bitterness 100% worth it. His cock began to soften just a bit and
kept squeezing out more cum onto his stomach.

I was interested, "Did you like it?"

He just gasped for air, nodded his head, and held up his index finger,
letting me know he'd get to the question in a minute. I put my fingers
into the cum on his stomach, then rubbed some on the head of his cock.
His whole body convulsed, he pushed my arm away. "Very sensitive.
Don't touch." His breathing slowly began returning to normal. "Would
you be my girlfriend?"

"What?" I laughed.

"Shit... Paul do you have ANY idea how much better you are than any
girl that has ever blown me? For one, they would NEVER let me cum in
their mouth!"

"I barely tasted it, it was all down my throat. I only tasted it when
you pulled out."

"Huh... I guess that makes sense. Actually that's another thing, no
one has ever been able to deep throat me. But wow, Paul. WOW! I don't
think I'm going to be able to help you improve any. If you could do it
even better than that, I just don't think it's humanly possible...
I've had experienced girls, who I thought did an excellent job...
nothing, NOTHING compared to what you just did. You've reinvented the
orgasm."

"Alright, Nick. Thanks for the compliments and all, but you're going a
little overboard. 'Reinvented the orgasm'?"

"Ok, ok. I just don't know how else to explain it. Words cannot
express..." He pulled me close to him, my head on his chest. I could
hear his quickly beating heart and his slow breathing. He held my head
in his hands, playing with my hair. "How can I repay you for that?"

"I was just about to ask you the exact same thing..."

He sat us both up, faced me, stared into my eyes, leaned in... looked
ready to kiss me, then changed his plan and just gave me a quick peck
on the cheek.


TRUE STORY: Nick and I
sequel to: my first blow job -- and he was straight)
Chapter 2 (t/t)

For those who didn't read the first posting or may have forgotten,
this is about me and a friend of mine (who insists he's straight) when
I was a junior in high school. I'm now a junior in college. 

This all has happened, I know the outcome. But I'll try to write it as
if it were happening, not knowing what is going to happen next. I
think it makes for a more... suspenseful(?)... story. For example: if
I were to have started it with "Nick, a straight guy I used to give
blow jobs but now he won't talk to me" then you would KNOW the outcome
before you started. 

(Luckily, he IS still talking to me, although we now go to colleges in
different cities.)

Enjoy!
------


Nick and I ended up having only a couple more blow job sessions over
the next couple weeks. Then, something terrible happened.

I came over and we went to his basement. He had a distressed look on
his face.

"What's wrong, man?"

"ehh, nothing."

"No, really, Nick. Something is bothering you." I went over to him and
started to undo his pants, "Nothing that I'm sure I can't fix... I'll
get you cheered up."

He took my hands away. "I can't, Paul."

I was stunned, concerned. "Ok, what's going on, Nick?"

"Sit down." We sat on his couch, which was where we had our most
recent encounter. All I could do was think of him laying back, naked
on that couch. His legs apart ready for me to attack his cock, his big
smile and all the cute things he'd say. But that wasn't going to
happen, he had something on his mind.

"Nick, you're scaring me."

He sighed. "I guess there's no other way to say it than to just say
it. Paul, I got a girlfriend."

"What? Between last time and now?"

"Well, yeah. You know Kristin, we've been kinda going out and we kinda
made it official two days ago."

"Ok, so that means..."

"That means that we can't do ... this ... anymore."

" 'This' meaning me coming over?"

"No, no... I still want you to come over. We still have to do our
project. We're still friends. We're still GREAT friends." Then he got
a grin, "We just can't be *AS* good of friends, you know."

"I guess. You know she won't do it as good as I do."

He laughed, leaned his head back and groaned at the thought. "I know.
I know..."

"One last time?" I moved a little closer, and raised my eyebrow.

"I'm really sorry, Paul. I just wouldn't feel right about that."

My heart sank. I had gotten myself all mentally prepared to have his
cock in my mouth, taste his cum, feel his body...

I couldn't help my devasted expression, he tried to ease the pain.
"But, Paul. I'll promise you this. The very SECOND that we break up,
I'll have you on the phone. And you can come over and help me get over
her, k?" His voice was playful and upbeat, yet still with a sense of
seriousness.

"Ok."

We were silent for a while then got to work on the project. Several
days passed and I couldn't stop thinking about him. I would lay awake
at night, thinking of his face, the way his mouth opened, how his
eyebrows raised just as he was about to cum. How his whole body would
shake at even the slightest touch of his cock afterwards. The way he
would pull my head to his chest and play with my hair while we just
sat there after we were done. Not a word being said. Just listening to
his heart slow down and smelling the cologne on his skin. I almost
felt like crying.

I really hoped that their relationship wouldn't last long. That's when
my mind started working on a plan. A plan to break them up. Over the
next couple of days, developing my plan was all I thought about. I
really started to hate Kristin. When I would go over to Nick's
sometimes she was there. I couldn't help my expressions, everytime I
looked at her, I got really mad. After I had gone home from one very
obviously hateful encounter, I got a phone call.

"Paul?"

"Yeah."

"This is Nick. Are you busy?"

"No, why?"

"Is it alright if we go out for a bit?"

"Sure. Sounds good. What about Kristin?"

"She went home. I'll be over in a few minutes, k?"

He came and picked me up. I was silent as we drove.

"Paul, this isn't working."

"What isn't? You and Kristin?" I got excited.

"No, things are great with her. I mean with *YOU* and Kristin."

"What do you mean?"

"Paul, stop it. I see the way you look at her. You look like you're
ready to rip her head off!" I chuckled. "Paul, it's worrying me." He
sighed. "And frankly, you're acting like... like a jealous girl."

I took offense to this. I don't consider myself to be effeminate and
don't like being called a 'girl.' "I'm sorry Nick... It's just
that..." My eyes started to tear up, quite unexpectedly. "Oh shit...
I'm sorry."

"Are you crying?" He kept glancing at me then back to the road.

"I feel like an idiot." I wiped the small tears away. "I'm sorry. I
don't normally get like this. I'm not a freak."

"I don't think you're a freak, Paul." Then he thought for a while, "I
just didn't realize how much this affected you."

"No, really I'm fine. Really."

"Is there anything I can do?"

I laughed. "You mean besides breaking up with her?"

He didn't laugh. He just sat there, silent for a while. Then proceeded
with his thoughts very slowly, "You know, since you're a guy, it
really can't be considered cheating. I mean, it's like, I'm straight,
I'm just doing it for you, as a friend. It's not as if we're like
dating or anything. Masterbating isn't cheating, is it? And really,
all we're doing is just you masturbating me, right?"

I really didn't think he was making any logical sense, but he was
trying to rationalize our continued sexual involvement... so I didn't
point out his logic gaps. "Right, you are absolutely right." I became
aware of our surroundings, we were just to the east of his housing
development. We snaked our way through the roads until we reached his
house. We went inside, into his basement and into his bedroom.

I joked, "It's been so long... I hope I can remember how!"

He laughed. "I'm counting on it."

He kicked off his shoes and motioned me over to him. "I'm yours."

What a great day this had turned out to be, completely unexpected! I
went over to him and hugged him tightly. "You don't know how much I
love to hear you say that!" I sat him on the edge of his bed, me in
front of him. I pulled his shirt off and pushed him back onto the bed.
I undid his button fly, I could feel his cock hardening beneath. I
tugged his pants down. It felt so good to be touching him again! His
pants were around his ankles and only his soft white CK's were between
us now.

I felt his erection throught the fabric and I lifted the band and
pulled it down to expose his pulsing hardon. 

As a side note: after the first time we'd been together, I had stopped
removing my clothes so I wouldn't have to worry about my cock touching
him, to fulfill his request. Most times I would still take my shirt
off since he didn't care if our chests touched, but I knew that it was
a one-way pleasure. That's why it surprised me so much when he pulled
off MY shirt. But Hell! I didn't question it.

I began to take his cock into my mouth, very gently. then, I figured
that since he was in such a giving mood, wanting to lift my spirits, I
could get away with more. "Nick, will you let me try something new?"

"Sure... do whatever." I flipped him over onto his stomach with his
fleshy buttocks staring at me. "Uh, Paul... I had better not hear your
zipper..." He joked.

"I'm not going to fuck you." I positioned him so that his butt was in
the air, but his knees and shoulders touching the bed. I put my face
into his crack and did a test lick. I was expecting to taste shit, but
I didn't. He was pretty clean. I had only heard of rimming, but had
never actually done it before. I placed each hand on a cheek and
pulled them apart.

"Paul, I really don't know what you're doing."

"That's ok," I laughed, "I really don't either."

"Great."

I stuck my tongue slightly into his anus. It was met with a GREAT deal
of resistance from such a tight ass, it was almost as if he were
trying to keep me out. "Relax a bit, Nick." I stuck my tongue in
again, this time getting a little further. I began to be able to stick
it in and out faster and faster, getting in deeper each time.

"Oh, wow. That's really strange!" He thought for a second. "I really
like it!"

So did I! I really had no idea what it was going to be like, and was
very surprised with how little I could taste and how much fun it was!
Then, I barely put my index finger in and just swirled it around,
forcing it up against the interior walls of his ass. I began to put my
finger in deeper and deeper.

He quickly turned around, my finger being pulled out. "I think ... I
think you should stop."

"What? Why? Didn't you like it?"

"Yeah. I did." He said, more seriously than I would've expected.

"I don't understand then, if you liked it..."

"I don't know. It makes me nervous... or something."

"I'm not going to fuck you."

"I know that. I think it may just be a few too many steps for me."

"What's that supposed to mean? I don't understand, Nick."

"Neither do I, Paul. It confuses me, I can't explain. I just think we
should stop."

"Stop completely?" My heart sank.

"Just the stuff with my ass. Ok? Anything else is fine." I was
confused, and apparently so was he, but I decided to honor his
decision. I stuck his cock back in my mouth and swirling my tongue
around the head. "You know what? Paul, you never get to cum. Why don't
we both just masturbate." Now, I was really confused. I just looked
into his eyes. I gave in.

I pulled off my pants and boxers and we both lay back on his bed,
propped up against the large pillows at the top. We just sat there
pulling on our own cocks for a while. But, I couldn't get into it.
Instead, I was trying to figure out what was going on. He started to
quicken his breathing, and his jerking was getting faster too. I put
my head on his chest with his cock aimed right at me. His first gush
hit my cheek and spread back to my ear. The second got my upper lip.
The rest weren't strong enough to hit me and just fell onto his
stomach.

I stood, wiping the cum from face and licking my fingers, "Well, I'd
better get going." I went to the adjoining bathroom to finish up the
clean up.

He called out from the other room, "What? Aren't you going to
masturbate?"

"No, I just don't really feel like it." I came back into the bedroom
after I was done.

"I'm sorry if I ruined it for you."

"No, no. Not at all. I had fun." 

"No, you didn't. You keep forgetting that you aren't good at lying,
your face gives everything away. Well, I am sorry."

"Thanks." 

I left and the next day at school things were different. He seemed
standoff-ish. Not rude though, just pulled back. Things were like that
for a couple of days and it really made everything worse for me. So,
that weekend, I stopped over at his house, his car was out front, and
"the bitch's" wasn't. I went around to the back side of his house,
which because of the sloping landscape had a door to the basement. I
could see him through the blinds in the window sitting on the couch
alone, just watching TV. I knocked, he answered.

"Oh, hey Paul! What's up?"

"I don't know. Can I come in?"

"Of course." He clicked off the TV and we sat on the couch.

"Nick, you've been acting strange lately. I just want to know why. I'm
not mad or anything. I just don't know what happened to our
friendship." Nick's face drew serious and he sighed, avoiding eye
contact. I continued, "I mean, one minute you ask me to be your
*girlfriend*, now I know you were joking. But what it means... we
something really good. We were having fun. Then, last time I was over
you freaked out on me, and you have been acting strange at school.
Distant. I just wanna know what's going on. Do you want to stop being
friends? Is that it?"

"No! No, Paul. Not at all. It's just that... I don't know." He sighed
again. "Paul, don't take this the wrong way. I mean, I really like
you, I have *REALLY* enjoyed the times we've spent together... and I'm
not talking about just the sexual stuff either. But, I'm not gay."

"I know that... what are you talking about."

"I mean... I think I'm scared... Scared that I like it too much."

"And you're worried that means you're gay."

He nodded. "Not to be rude to you, I am 100% ok with your...
gayness... but *I* don't want to be gay."

"You don't have to be gay. Just because you like what we do doesn't
mean that you're gay,  Nick. You still prefer girls right?"

He thought for a bit. "Oh, shit, this is hard to say... But, sometimes
when I'm with Kristin, ALL that I can think about is YOU giving me the
blow job, instead of her."

"But you don't look at guys and get turned on by them."

"No. I don't."

"Then there you have it."

"It's not that simple, Paul."

"Why not? If guys don't turn you on, then you aren't gay."

"I worry that the more stuff we do together, the more I'll like it...
and maybe I'll end up gay. The other time, when you ... put your
finger in, for an instant I thought of it as your dick and -- to my
surprise -- that thought didn't bother me at all! Like I think it
should have."

"You're saying my dick is only as big as my finger?"

He laughed, "Paul... you know what I mean. That thought though, of you
inside me... " he got angry, "I just shouldn't have liked it at all!"

"But you did."

"Yes, and then, when I see you at school. I start thinking about it.
About everything. I usually end up with a woody."

"You get boners at school thinking about me?" This news was such a
shock!

"Yes, and it scares me. I can be at my construction job and all of a
sudden, I'll think of  my cock in your mouth... and my pants get
tighter. I can be out with Kristin..."

"Are you hard now?"

He looked away, bit his lip. "Yeah, a little. And I don't want to be
gay, Paul. I'm NOT gay." He shook his head. "This is actually really
embarassing to talk about."

"Well, I'm glad that you told me. I thought you had started to hate me
or something."

He laughed, "It's not that at all!" We stared at eachother for a bit.
Nick put his right leg onto the couch (he was sitting to my left) and
pulled me by the arm so that I was between his legs, with my back
facing him, my head just under his chin. He put his arms out and they
met in front, at my stomach. "You just feel so good."

I put my hands on top of his, "So do you."

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