Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 17:13:29 EDT
From: ballmusic69@hotmail.com
Subject: That Was Then ... But This? Part 3.

Disclaimer: The is a gay male story continuation. Is contains explicit
male consensual sex. Anyone underage or that is offended by such
writings should exit now.

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    You're damned right I was furious! I could hardly see the road from
the tears in my eyes. I must hurry, though. I was way past my curfew
and had to straighten my face before facing my mother, for being late.
I parked the car. From one look at me, she knew something was wrong.

    "My Lord," she exclaimed. "What's the matter. Were you in a wreck?
Are you all right?"

    "Nothing's wrong! I'm fine. I had a big fight with Brenda and we
broke up". I lied. "I really don't want to talk about it, right now. I
just want to go to bed.

    This apparently satisfied her and I escaped her wrath and
inquisition. I went to my room, literally tore off my clothes and dived
into bed, burying my face in my pillow.

    "Tonight, never happened. This wasn't true. I didn't actually see
what I saw", my mind kept racing over and over.

    The night and the rest of the weekend was going to be long. I defin
itely was not going to call him tomorrow or Sunday. I wanted HIM to
call me and offer some kind of explanation. God, please don't let this
be happening. Not now!!

    Saturday morning...no call. Saturday afternoon...still no call. By
8:00, I had given up. I asked my mom if I could borrow her car and
maybe go to a movie. Movie, hell! I wanted company. Someone I could
talk to. I thought about driving downtown to the local Rathskellar, the
nearest thing we had to a gay bar. I was only 18, and too young to
drink, but I could have a pitcher of Coke and a German Sausage sand-
wich.

    The place was jumping when I arrived. Saturday night and a big
rollicking crowd. I didn't see anyone I knew. The tables were all
filled and someone was banging out showtunes on the old upright piano
sitting on a rostrum. So I decided to stand at the bar and order my
sandwich.

    At the corner of the bar, I saw a face I recognized. It was Dan Hal
pern, a local TV personality. He was tall with dark hair, nice skin,
about 35 years old and the most handsome man I had ever seen in person.
He could make you forget Rock Hudson, with his looks and charisma. I
was a big fan. I had seen him act in several Little Theatre productions
, and yes, looking at him could give me an instant hard-on.

    He looked at me from afar and smiled, the cordial "local star"
smile. I managed a smiling nod. Man, how I wish HE were my friend. I
wish I  had the courage to walk to the end of the bar just to meet him.
The people thinned out between us and I slowly edged toward him as each
person moved or left. Finally, we were side by side.

    "I've never seen you here before," he offered to me. Are you a
University student?"

    "No," I replied, sheepishly. "I graduate from high school next
month."

    "You look much older than high school. Oh, by the way, I'm Dan."

    "I know," I gulped. "I'm Mark."

    "Wanna beer?" he asked.

    "No way. I'm only 18. I've never even tasted beer before."

    "If I order a pitcher, will you have a glass with me?...Don't
worry, no one will say anything. Everyone knows me in here."

    "Everyone knows you, everywhere," I managed. "Sure, I'll try a
glass if neither you nor I get into trouble." He laughed and order my
"first".

     "Cheers," he toasted.

    I took my first sip and almost gagged. It was bitter and tasted
like Ivory Dish Soap smells. But I smiled and said, "Thanks. It
tastes good," I lied. "You know, I watch you all the time or Channel
seven, and I've seen you in about a half-dozen plays. You are a good
actor. (pause) That's what I would like to do, some day...act." I
figured I was so good at lying, I was a "natural" for the stage.

    "What did you see me in?"

    "I saw you play Reuben in 'Dark at the Top of the Stairs", my
favorite play, "Horace, in "The Matchmaker", Frank Elgin, in "The
Country Girl", Howard in "Picnic", I rattled off.

    "You do know your plays! And you want to be an actor? Have you done
anything?", he asked, politely.

    "Yeah, I played the leads in both my junior and senior plays. I did
Bo in "Bus Stop" and last month I was, Shoeless Joe in "Damn Yankees".
I sing, too." I answered proudly, to my newly found idol.

   "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't I buy us a six-pack and invite you
over to my house to listen to some Original-Cast albums? I have just
about every show you could think of," he said in a very friendly way.

    It only took about two seconds for me to accept his invitation.

    "Are you driving?"

    "Yeah."
    "Then follow me home in your car."

    We left and my heart was fluttering. I KNEW he wasn't gay, but I
had been invited to a "celebrities" house and I couldn't wait until
Monday, to brag to my classmates. I pulled in his driveway and followed
him into the dark house. He turned the lights on, offered me a seat on
his sofa, went into the kitchen, brought our two cold cans of Coors and
asked, "What would you like to hear?"

    "You surprise me," I replied.

    He was gone about two minutes and then I heard a piano and harp
beginning to play an Overture. He told me it was a popular off-Broadway
show, called, "The Fantasticks". I loved it. Each song reminded me of
Lance, our relationship, there were even songs that reminded me of our
families.

   Dan turned the lights down and very quietly, Rita Gardner and Ken
Nelson (whom I would later meet) began to sing, "Soon It's Gonna Rain".
It was beautiful. My eyes were welling up. He leaned toward me and
lifted up my chin to view my tears. And this, I didn't believe...he
came slowly toward my mouth and kissed me. It was the most beautiful
and tenderest thing that had ever happened to me.

    When he moved away, he whispered, "Was that all right?"

    I must have swooned like a school girl. All I could say was "Uh,
huh". Then once again he kissed me, this time putting his tongue in
my mouth and exploring. I responded with a huge sigh.

    "Wanna go to bed with me" was the next endearment I heard.

    Again, I managed a timid, "Uh huh".

    He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I started to undress,
but he stopped me by saying, "No, I want to do that."

    Slowly and carefully he took off my clothes, not to break the mood.
Then he undressed. He moved me gently to his bed and eased me down. We
were both naked, and he lovingly placed his body on top of mine and
gave me another of those kisses of kisses.

    His hands cupped my face and he looked into my eyes with his deep
"blue" encased in long black eyelashes and said, "Now here are the
rules...You are to do nothing to me. I just want to make love to you."

    I whispered, "OK", reminding me of the way Betty Hutton had looked
into Howard Keel's eyes in "Annie Get Your Gun".

    And then that magical tongue of his started exploring my body, as
if he were Magellan and I was the Pacific Ocean. He licked down my neck
and sternum, all the while, breathing a sensuous trail of warm breath.
He nibbled on my earlobes, my left nipple, then the right. And as if
in a flash, he hurried to my armpit and licked them dry. I thought I
must be dead because, this couldn't be happening to me...then back to
my chest and he edged downward toward my navel, ever so slightly put-
ting his tongue in it. He moved again and I felt that breath following
that path of tiny hairs that led to my pubes. He buried his face in my
pubic hair and began to lick the upper base of my shaft, licking all
the way to the tip of my straining cock.

    He placed his lips encasing my glans, twirled his tongue and slowly
lunged forward taking my whole 7 1/2 inch prize. Up and down he went,
increasing the tempo each time he leaned forward. I could feel myself,
actually going down into his throat. He let me go, only long enough to
take my whole ball sac in his mouth. I thought he was going to swallow
it. Then he found that wonderful inch between the balls and the rose-
bud, tickling it with tongue flutters. Moving again, he buried his face
between my asscheeks and entered my private of privates with that hard,
hot tongue. This was all new to me. He continued on licking down the
inside of my thighs, my calves, he twirled his tongue on the bottom of
my heel...then he licked my feet and sucked my toes, one by one by one.

    He looked up at me and said, "NOW, I want you to give your cock to
me. ALL of it. Every inch. In a quick thrust, he engulfed my bulge and
began to suck with long, strong strokes.

    "You better stop," I warned. "I'm ready to shoot".

    "That's what I want," he said in a solid command. "I want every
last drop of you!"

    I came in a frenzy. I shot...again...and again. Never had I been so
excited or able to cum this much. He swallowed, licked, swallowed some
more......I was totally drained. He caught his breath and came toward
my face again, with a long passionate kiss, letting me taste the juice
from my flow.

    "God, you were good" he said between kisses.

    I lay there, feeling guilty that HE had had nothing done to him. I
reached down and grabbed his hard cock in my hand and asked, "Can I do
you, now?"

    "No," was his answer. "Some other time. Would you like there to be
'another time'?"

    "Whenever you want me" I said

    "Oh, I want you...and a lot of you", he replied.

    "How about now?" I asked. "I really want to "get you off" before I
go home."

    (silence)..."Would you let me fuck you?" he asked."I'll be gentle."

    Now it's confession time. In the three years that Lance and I had
been having our rendezvous', we had never had anal sex. I was still a
virgin. (So was Lance in that area).

    After the thrills and delights, I didn't see how I could refuse
Dan. I had often wanted to try it with Lance...but here was my first
chance with an older more experiences "lover" who knew how to do it.

    "You'll be my first. How often do you get a "cherry" offered to
you?".I asked...timidly, not knowing what I was about to experience.
Would it be wonderful or hurt like hell as I always imagined?

    He left them room and came back with several items. It looked like
he was preparing for surgery. He had a folded sheet which he wrapped
in a towel. A handtowel and a can of something I could read the label
marked "Albolene". This was the same make-up cleanser I had used at
school to take off my greasepaint. He made me get out of bed while he
got everything ready...(for my sacrifice). The toweled sheet was placed
in a manner to elevate my hips, while protecting his satin sheets. He
"arranged" me on just the  "right" spot..lifted my legs and began to
grease my crack...then applying some at my asshole...inside with one
greased finger, then two, finally three.

    God, that wasn't so bad. As a matter of fact it felt good. He stuck
his middle finger all the way inside me and began to massage my a lit=
tle deeper until he was stroking my prostate. I got the biggest hard
on, of my life, and goddamned, I was cumming again! He laughed, lean-
ing forward and cleaning me with his mouth. I guess I was ready.

    He leaned down and delicately whispered to me, "Now I want you to
roll on your right side and raise your left leg toward your chest. This
is the easiest and less painful position for your first time."

    He slid in the bed, his body was warm and sweaty next to my back.
He moved his left arm over me and pulled me closer, cradling me. I felt
his erect member beginning its probe in my ass crack. He hugged me and
kissed the back of my neck. I could feel the tiny hairs just below the
back of my skull, react and stand at attention to his kisses and warm
breath. He blew a slightly cool breeze with his lips across my neck and
shoulders. Then he pushed his cock between my cheeks. I could sense
perspiration beginning to run down the back of my thighs. He was at the
tip of my entrance. The head of his cock couldn't have been more than a
half inch in...then... another half inch. So far, no pain. The excite-
ment of the moment had numbed me all over.

    "Are you okay", he asked...the same inflection in his voice, a nurs
e might have had.

    "Sure". I really wasn't lying. I was loving this.

    Once more he pushed and edged in further. Wow, now here comes the
pain. It did hurt, but now badly. I had a very high pain tolerance.
I'm the only person I ever knew that liked to have a tooth filled with-
out Novacaine. I would get a thrill, almost like a climax, every time
the drill would hit the nerve. Everyone thought I was crazy. Even the
dentist's hands would shake, for fear he was hurting me. No, I'm not in
to S&M, this is just a quirk of mine. Some pain feels good, and some
pain feels good when it stops. But what Dan was doing to me was the
"feel good" kind.

    He was about 3 1/2 inches or "halfway" in, now and he waited for me
to respond..either positively or negatively. I respond, all right. In a
sudden motion, I pushed my hips backwards as hard and fast as I could.
I wanted ALL of him, and ALL of him, now.

    "Oh, God," we moaned, at the same time. We had found the greatest
sensation, together, in different perspectives.

    "Is it all the way, in?", I asked.

    "You better believe it!"

    "Then, do it to me! Fuck me!"

    "I don't want to "fuck" you. I want to make love to you, so you'll
always remember your "first time".

    He began his movement, ever so slowly. Who was this man I had met
only a few hours ago? How did I wind up here, in HIS bed?...A complete
stranger, loving me and making love to me...the greatest moment I had
ever known.

    He began pumping, harder and faster. I could feel him hit my pros-
tate with each deep plunge. God, was I gonna cum again, without even
being touched?...Probably.

    Then, he became caught up in the moment and started pushing as hard
and fast as he could. He wanted to reach his climax. His moans became
groans, and he was beginning a chant of, "Oh! Oh! Oh!...Almost...Almost
...Almost...THERE!".

    With his last thrust, I felt him filling my insides with a gush
must have reached every foot of my intestines. We were both drenched in
each others sweat. He gasped and let out a long sigh.

    "My God, you were wonderful!...Did I hurt you?"

    "Only when you stopped."

    He pulled out, rolled me on my back, and kissed me so tenderly.

    "You are a real "find", he said.(whatever that meant).

    Then, like Cinderella, I asked, "What time is it?"

    "Almost, 11:30".

    "Shit, I have exactly thirty minutes to get home, before my mother
squashes my pumpkin."

    He laughed, and said, "Let me clean you up."

    He went into the bathroom and brought out some wet and dry towels.
He wiped me with a hot wet towel...dried me and took a bottle of splash
and rubbed my entire body, cooling and soothing me. I, hurriedly put my
clothes on. He took my hand and led me to the door.

    He turned me and gave me a "good night" kiss and quietly said,
"Thank you."

    "No, thank you...I don't know what or how it happened, Dan, but I'm
glad it did and I'll never forget it."

    "Hold on, Ella," he joked, "You're not leaving a glass slipper with
-out telling me how I can reach you, or without promising me that we
can do this again."

    "I don't know", I said, "I'm sorta involved, or at least I thought
I was before last night." This is the first time my thoughts had re-
turned to Lance.

    "Will you be at the Rathskellar, next weekend?"

    I thought a long time before answering, "Sure...I'll be there, Sat-
urday night, around 8:00."

    "Great", he smiled and gave me one final peck.

    I don't remember driving home. I think I floated home in a hot air
balloon. Mother was watching TV. She looked up and asked, "Where did
you go?"

    "Oh, I met Mike Curtis from school and we went to the movies."
Lying again to my mother? This was beginning to become a trend. But,
shit, if I told her the truth, she would have a stroke and have me com-
mitted. Maybe, some day, at the rate I was going, I would win an Oscar
or a Tony.

   I went to bed, still dreaming of the "ball" (That was a joke). I
laughed at it, though. Sunday, was a wistful day. I was still filled
with wonderment. Sunday night came, I went to bed, but about 10:00, the
"shock of recognition" hit. Tomorrow, I would have to face Lance.

   Lance...Kyle...Lance and Kyle...Dan...DAN! I was so fucking confused
as I dreaded the next day...

(to be continued)