Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2013 05:25:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: The Reluctant Gay chap 9

The Reluctant Gay by Boris Chen

Chapter 9, Josh Finishes Medical School.

We returned to Palm Springs in March for the big gay dance party at the
Rainbow Inn. We made reservations and bought plane tickets in October. We
couldn't get the suite again like last time. I'm almost 21 now. He's nearly
25, still plugging away at medical school knocking down test after test,
clinicals and performance exams. He submitted his FBI papers and drug
screens to the university. Looks like he'll do his residency in Amarillo
and should graduate at age 30 as a board certified family practice
doctor. It's so far away, yet it still seems like a fantasy or a dream but
not something that could really happen. I'm as supportive as I can be for
Josh.

Even the times he came home from the hospital all cranky and tired I just
comforted him as best I could and got him to bed as quickly as
possible. Luckily for him, he is a good sleeper.

Like last year his mom came to visit for an hour or so on December 26th,
brought cash again for the both of us and actually spoke with me smiling
and acting like a real person, not a police detective. Her visits have
dropped to once a year. She looks well, hardly aged at all.

I'm still plugging away at my Masters of Botanical Sciences working towards
eventual employment with the US Forest Service. We're trying to find a
place for both of us to work after school so we can both work in our
professions and keep the good times going.

We made it to Palm Springs the day before the party started, we arrived
late in the afternoon. This time we went to the WW2 Aircraft Museum then
went out for a steak dinner. We split a porterhouse and a baked
potato. Back to our room around 10pm we stopped to get some wine and never
went for a swim or left our room. We were in bed asleep after a shower by
midnight, like two old people.

The next morning we took a cab for breakfast at the same place we went last
time, it looks like a 1950's Denny's inside. They have great omelets.

By 10am we were pool side on two loungers soaking up the sun. It got to the
low 80s today in a warm spell for the area. We tanned both sides with our
swim suits on. There were about twenty guys scattered around the complex
with more checking in hourly. We ordered delivery for lunch and also placed
an order for dinner with the driver from the same place and tipped him
well.

We ate pool side at 1pm then went for a swim. Around 2pm we shed our
suits. The pool was starting to get crowded as the crowds swelled. The
music started at 3pm in the next court yard over from ours. The place
seemed a bit more crowded than last year. There were more older guys and
not as much groping either.

I sat on the edge of the pool nude for a couple of hours while Josh swam
laps. One guy was walking the perimeter of the pool in the water checking
out every dick seated at the edge of the pool. When he came to me I pulled
back my stomach encouraging him to check out my junk. He gently took hold
my my limp dick and tweaked the head between his fingers and smiled at
me. Then he poked a finger into one of my nipples and slid it side to side
then moved on to the next guy. People that didn't want him to check them
out simply left one hand over their junk so he moved on without any fuss.

One younger looking guy came up and sat right next to me, he reached over
and rubbed my back. He was wearing a swim suit but he had a really nice
chest and larger arms. I reached over and rubbed his back too then reached
over and squeezed his upper arm. He twisted a little to show his chest to
me, sitting up straight to demonstrate his belly muscles and beautiful
inny, about the same as mine really.

I tweaked his nipple and poked a finger into his inny, he did the same back
to me. My dick started to wake up. Just then Josh came by and rested his
arm on my thighs. The young guy slipped into the pool and moved on. Josh
leaned over and started sucking me off in front of about thirty other guys
in and around the pool, we were the only ones doing it publicly.

He wasn't trying to make me cum seriously really, just giving me
pleasure. I knew him well enough that this blow job was not a quickie.

More and more guys gathered close by to watch us go at it. One of them was
rubbing my back, someone else was doing my left arm and my chest too. A guy
in the water reached in front of Josh and started jerking him under the
water but he kept up his up and down motion on my dick.

Without warning he switched to cum mode and picked up speed concentrating
more on keeping the head of my dick on the roof of his mouth. Nobody in the
gathered crowd of spectators knew he was about totally deaf. There were
guys cheering us on.

When I felt myself get close I gently tapped his head, he pulled off my
dick holding his open mouth a couple inches from my head. I shot four ropes
of cum into his waiting oral cavity the rest dribbled down my dick onto my
groin. We got cheered loud enough to drown out the music, then the crowd
dispersed as I slid into the pool where he hugged and sucked my tongue
sharing my jizz between his mouth and mine.

I love this place really. I held Josh firmly in my arms twisting side to
side as we stood in the pool in neck deep warm water making out in front of
the slowly dissipating crowd, with the dance music booming in the next
courtyard. Josh can easily tell if my hugs say, 'I Love You,' or something
less significant. This was a love-hug, which he returned, changing his grip
during our embrace. We talk lots without actually speaking.

A couple hours later we had dinner in our room with the door open listening
to the music and watching the boys dance. And we could see the action at
the hot tub too. After eating we went to the other courtyard to dance until
bed time.

-+-

Sunday was a repeat of Saturday.

We tanned all morning in the nude. While I was on my back some older guy
came by gripping my dick briefly then walked off. Then I got hard so more
guys were checking me out, whistling and giving me a quick squeeze. I think
I ended up having a boner for about 90 minutes and got goosed by dozens of
strangers as my dick laid on my stomach near my belly button hole. They
would walk up and give it a short friendly yank. One guy got on his knees
and kissed the entire length of my dick then left.

Our loungers were right by the main walkway so dozens if not hundreds of
guys saw my junk laying out on display. I had my eyes closed most of the
time. While we were by the pool it was close to the office so my dick was
about the first sight they got after arriving. The hotel should have paid
me!

The dance party went from 2pm to 11pm. We stayed near the hot tub. This
time Josh sucked me off till I came and I fucked him publicly too. We did
it standing in the hot tub for a while, then laying on the lounge recliner
by the tub. Again, we attracted an audience of maybe a dozen guys.

Several of them goosed my butt cheeks while we fucked, him on his back feet
in the air, me in missionary position. One guy sucked Josh's toes.

I pulled out and came on his chest. He left it there on display as people
walked past to see what we were doing. Later on I jerked him off, also
spunking on his chest to add to the mess and display.

While I was jerking his dick two guys came by and pulled theirs out and
joined in the party, neither of them came on Josh but did it into their
empty beer cups. I wondered as they walked off how much spunk they had
collected during their rounds to the various couples offering to donate cum
to collectors.

By 8pm I think about half of the guys in our court yard were naked but most
of the dance crowd had shorts on.

I secretly kept an eye out for Max and Tony but never saw them.

We did it three times that day in the courtyard. We spent minimal time with
the dance boys over in the next courtyard. Between our second and third
sessions we went dancing, leaning back, grinding our dicks into each other
while holding each others upper arms, staring into our eyes. Shorts were
pulled down below our nuts so we could do the dick grind with our boners
pressed into each other as we danced to Madonna, Erasure, Corona, and Janet
Jackson. We even saw several lesbian couples there too.

There were two slow dances while we stayed, so we pressed our boners into
each others stomachs holding each other tightly in a romantic face sucking
slow dance. I prayed for some magical ability to cum on command right there
dancing with hundreds of other guys by the DJ platform. The sound system
was blasting away with about 1000 watts per channel. The bass was
amazing. I was on a natural high, smiling uncontrollably.

We landed in Amarillo about 4pm from Denver. He left his car at the
airport, took us almost an hour to get back home due to the traffic. Yes,
there is a little rush hour in Amarillo.

-+-

We finished our school year, Josh was taking clinicals at the hospital this
summer. I had a class to attend for my Masters work that put me in
Nashville TN for three days in the mountains collecting plant samples and
doing a few odd jobs for the USFS. It hurt to be apart from Josh.

Josh's mother came down when he completed pre-med with cash gifts. He was
now truly in doctor school and spending most of his time up in the city on
the west side. His classes were mostly all in the hospital now, his stuff
was mostly what we called 'clinicals.' This means it's working under the
direct supervision of a doctor dealing with patients, sort of like a Nurse
Practitioner.

During his residency time, which lasts two years, our times together got
scarce, but he was home like six nights a week. On days when he had two
consecutive shifts, he stayed in a dorm room there at the university
hospital in Amarillo.

 -+-

I went home for the holidays since Josh was on the schedule and his parents
were both coming up while I was gone. Turns out I should have stayed in
Canyon.

I drove home in a car I bought off a used car lot in Amarillo. It was in
much better shape than the clunker I drove down here in. I should have
never gone.

I was met at the door by Stain, my little brother Peter, aka Pete, aka
Petey, aka Stain. He was now about one inch taller than me and looked like
he started lifting weights the day I left and never stopped. He was months
away from graduating from high school, first string defensive end for the
Battlin Billies, and it showed.

He slammed his hand into the door frame while he leaned into the other side
blocking my entrance. Stain looked into my eyes with an evil grin on his
face then asked me what I wanted?

S: "What you want there fag boy?"

I had my backpack over my shoulder and duffel bag in my right hand standing
in the door way.

Mom: "Peter, honey, who's at the door?" I heard mom yell from the kitchen.

He stood there staring me down, or at least trying to. I never spoke.

After a little while he dropped his arm, turned sideways so I could pass,
but he stared at me as I walked past him, turned right, down the hallway
and into the kitchen into the waiting arms of my mother.

M: "You need to call off your dog mom, I didn't care for the reception at
the door."

Mom: "I'll look into that. Have you lost weight?"

M: "No, mom. I haven't lost any weight. I'm still 155 lbs, same as the day
I left for school. How's dad?"

Mom: "Your father is fine, he had things to get done in the office since it
would be empty he could work without being disturbed."

M: "Is anyone else coming home for dinner tonight?"

Mom: " I don't think so. Should be just the four of us."

M: "What's for dinner?"

Mom: "Your favorite honey. Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, beans,
cranberry sauce, gravy, and dinner rolls."

M: "Yeah, the turkey smells great."

Mom: "Honey why don't you go take a shower and watch some football, make
yourself at home."

M: "Thanks mom." I gave her another hug, turned walking down the hallway to
the guest bathroom and started getting ready for the shower.

Mom: "Pete, would you come here honey." She yelled down the hallway towards
the bedrooms.

A moment later the tall-wide former stain-maker walked down the hallway
towards the kitchen. Rounding the corner.

Pete: "Yeah mom?"

Mom: "Honey, I want you to cool it with your brother. He's a guest in our
house and should be treated with the same respect he shows us. Understand?"

P: "Yes mother, if he touches me or looks at me cross I'll flatten him."

Mom: "I'm sure he'll be just fine, you need to just take a chill pill and
get off his back, he's only here for one night so be nice, okay?"

P: "Grrrrrrrr," he growled as he walked back towards his bedroom, which no
longer smelled like urine.

I finished my shower getting new underwear but keeping my same jeans and
shirt on. I had a change of clothes with me and three pair of underwear and
socks.

In the TV room I switched the set on to watch the college football game,
The Aloha Bowl was on, so was the Blue-Gray Classic. I bounced back and
forth for an hour trying to watch both games.

Around 3pm my dad came home. He was much nicer than I was prepared for. We
met with a short hug and handshake in the middle of the living room. Stain
was still hiding in his bedroom, my guess was he was also watching
football. Mom must have talked to him about harassing me.

Around 4pm Dad came out to his recliner and asked for the remote. He
started changing channels and found some older Lawrence Welk shows on PBS
running back to back. I about puked in my mouth.

Walking into the kitchen I patted my mom on the back offering to help. She
had me peel about ten medium size potatoes for cooking and mashing. It kept
me busy helping her until dinner was ready. Around 5:30 Stain returned to
the kitchen standing in the door way glaring at me again. I didn't make eye
contact but I could see he was watching my every move. Mom pretended not to
notice. Dad was absorbed in the TV nostalgia show.

We sat down to eat about 6pm. The dinner was excellent, my mom's normal
performance. She is a good cook. I stayed in the kitchen to help mom with
the dishes, dad returned to nostalgia TV and Stain back to his bedroom.

Around 7:30 Stain left with his girlfriend under his arm, but they left in
her car. Dad did his typical act falling asleep in front of the TV. I
crashed in my old bedroom, the mattress was the same but it felt all stiff
and lumpy.

-+-

I got up with the sun, around 7am, heading for the bathroom to pee. The
door was slightly open, I walked in to find Peter standing in his underwear
trying to pop zits on his face. He suddenly backed away from the sink
turning to glare at me. He was caught off guard and un-prepared to act or
look mean towards me.

M: "I gotta pee really bad."

P: "Don't let me get in your way dude." He stepped back as if to say I
should go ahead and piss while he was in the room, but I was also still
able to recall his calling me fag boy yesterday at the front door. So I
took a chance, passed between him and the sink to the toilet, whipped it
out and emptied my bladder of a huge load of piss. He moved back to the
sink to look for more black heads to squeeze. My guess is all his time in
sports in the shower with other boys made him less shy about letting others
see him in his undies. Never mind that I changed his diapers and taught him
how to pee in the toilet in the first place.

On the way past him I checked out his bod on the way out the door. He had a
coiled outy, like a comma. Six-pack abs, a huge chest with tiny flat nips,
and it looked like maybe he might be a body hair shaver too since his arms
were bald and showed no belly hair above his waistband.

I got to my room, changed into clean underwear, got dressed into today's
clothes and headed for the kitchen. I passed Stain in the hallway, he
elbowed me into the wall as he went past.

M: "Jerk." Was all I mumbled as I bounced off the wall. Around the corner
and into the kitchen where mom was making breakfast.

By 8:30 I was full of food, had two bottled waters packed, took the
envelope my mom gave me for Christmas but didn't open yet. I hugged her,
left via the front door. Nobody else came out to say bye, so I got in my
car and left for Canyon. I got back to our apartment at 5pm. The place was
empty of people, namely the Johnson family was nowhere to be seen.

There was no note, no sign of where Josh was.

At 6pm the phone rang, Josh was on the phone telling me he was in Stonewall
at his parents ranch. We talked for a while then got off the line.

I got on my winter duds and went for a walk in the dark to sort out my
thoughts. Traffic on Christmas Day was light. I could have laid down on 4th
Avenue for a while. A truck passed and hit his brakes. It stopped on the
roadway then slowly pulled to the shoulder. We were right by the university
sports complex at the east end of the campus.

Turns out it was Steve, my work buddy from Pizza Hut. He motioned for me to
get into the passenger seat. It felt nice to get inside the warm truck. We
shook hands sitting on the side of the road in the dark.

He asked where I was headed, I told him I was just out for a walk really,
no specific destination. Maybe out to the creek then back home but I was
getting cold already.

S: "Wanna come over to warm up?"

M: "Sure, why not?"

S: "You do anything special for Christmas?"

M: "I just drove back from my parents place, you?"

S: "Nah, same old stuff really. I'm on my way home from a friends place in
town."

M: "Is this your driveway?" I said pointing at the entrance to Riverview
Estates.

In the driveway, to the spot by the front of his mobile home.

We walked inside. There was no hint of Christmas, no odor, no signs really
that anyone actually lived in this place. He was either a serious
housekeeper or he lived somewhere else and only used this place for a
hideout. My guess is on his Pizza Hut paycheck, it was his only residence.

I sat on the sofa, he switched on a light in the kitchen which lit up the
entire living room too. We left the stereo and TV off. He walked past me
towards the bedrooms. I stayed watching the snow start to fall looking out
the living room window, the outdoor fixture lighting up the snow as it
gently fell from the clouds above.

A couple minutes later Steve returned to the living room wearing a knee
length bathrobe holding a pot pipe and a baggie of dope in his hands. He
sat next to me offering some smoke, which I declined again. He sat next to
me and took two hits off his water pipe. As he moved around the flaps of
his bathrobe slowly opened to show higher and higher up the space between
his thighs.

He looked like he had almost no clothes on under his robe. Steve set down
the pipe and dope next to him, leaned his head back and closed his eyes
letting out a big sigh, then coughed a few times.

I sort of lowered my chin to my chest and tried to relax while he unwound
from his day. Steve reached towards the edge of the sofa pulling himself to
standing, walked into the kitchen shutting off the light but turning on a
small blue lamp on a table by the front door. I was expecting him to turn
on the TV or stereo but he never did.

Steve slowly walked back to the sofa, untied his robe, displaying his
nudity underneath. He was limp. Looked like maybe he lost a few pounds from
last time I saw his belly. He had no more hair than last time.

Steve sat back right next to me on the sofa and pulled apart his robe
putting his dick on display but never saying a word. He leaned his head
back on the sofa so I reached over placing my hand over his trimmed pubes
slowly gently pinching the base of his dick between my thumb and first
finger. He took in a deep breath.

I slowly slid my hand up his shaft as he suddenly went from limp to hard in
less than a few seconds. I leaned forward to check out his bod.

With my left hand I reached over to spread his robe open over his chest and
belly. I was staring at his nipples and belly button getting hornier by the
second wanting badly to feed on his inverted nipples. His were puffy and
oval and rather large for a man.

I slid my hand from his dick up his belly to rub and inspect his belly
button. I leaned over placing my face on his tummy hole and licked it
out. Then up to his left nipple taking it firmly in my mouth and began to
suckle. He raised his hands to the back of my head holding me gently to his
breast. I could feel his breathing slow and deepen.

After several minutes I slowly kissed my way to his stomach then took his
boner in my mouth working him from the side slowly up and down. Again his
hands returned to the sides of my head to speed me up. It didn't last more
than a minute or two before he spunked in my mouth. Not much volume really,
but I could feel his dick twitching in my mouth as his orgasm shook his
entire body with each pump of his prostate.

I paused for a few seconds then let his limpening dick fall from my lips
onto his lower belly. I slid my face sideways to his belly button and
proceeded to tongue fuck him there as well, but this was more for my
enjoyment than his. I secretly wished Josh had a belly button like Steve's.

Eventually I arrived back at his chest to breast feed on his left nipple
while I finger tip played with the other one.

He slowly stood up off the sofa, sliding out from under my tongue and body
weight. He stood offering me his hand, pulling me gently towards his
bedroom.

It wasn't the master bedroom but a smaller one, maybe seven feet wide and
nine feet deep, with a window at the far end. It felt cool but cozy. We
climbed onto the bed which was a twin with only a fitted sheet, nothing
more. I heard his furnace kick on and was met with a cold blast of air. It
sounded like the furnace was one of those wall units in the back hallway.

He pulled me up to laying next to him. I moved into position by his
side. He laid on his back while I laid on my stomach to his side, then
re-started breast feeding on his rather large tits. We stayed like that
until my mouth was too sore to suckle any more. I rolled into 69 position
with him taking his limp dick into my mouth, he did the same but I was
hard.

We worked each other for a while. He slowly got hard again. Next time I
made him cum was about 45 minutes after his first, I had yet to fire a
single shot.

Eventually I came on his chest, then licked up the mess. We never discussed
him swallowing so I pulled out before I came, just in case. He drove me
home around 1am, we parted from his front seat with a quick hug.

Josh came home. He called me ahead of time asking if I could pick him up at
the little Tradewind airport near central Amarillo. I heard him mention it
but never saw anyone actually get on or off one of those private jets. He
said it was a Cessna CJ2, it was based at the airstrip by his parents
ranch.

 With a little jet that runs at over 600mph they can hop all over the state
in less than 90 minutes since their place is near the center of the
state. I've never been in one of those things, only the large commercial
jets.

I told him about my holiday, he said his was boring as hell since only him
and his mom sign. He said the DVD player on the airplane wasn't working
either.

We did it that night on the sofa.

-+-

By the end of his time in residency Josh had become like a different person
towards others. At home he was mostly the same but lots more serious. He
became more impatient with everyone including me. Sometimes I would remind
him about how normal people act, he would apologize every time.

I was becoming more of a plant geek since my masters was almost done and my
thesis was already turned-in. We would graduate at the same time. My
parents had no idea, we seldom talked. I hadn't talked to any of my
brothers except Stain in almost seven months. At least Stain was pleasant
by email.

I finally got to fly in the business jet after he finished medical
school. We flew to his parents place for a large party. It was outdoors,
looked almost like a wedding reception. I met several people from his high
school class and more of his cousins. Seems most of the people at the party
had the last name of Johnson. There was a very large portrait of his great
grandfather hanging in the living room of the guy, the former president
after JFK. I thought I heard someone say it used to hang in the White
House.

I heard mixed stories about LBJ, but decided to act dumb and keep my mouth
shut and pretend he was alive 100 years ago instead of just forty years. He
was dead before Josh was born and all his cousins too. Their family was
huge and everyone kept their name.

I had completed my schooling and was courting the regional USFS office
looking for a job.

I had a talk with Josh's mom about work and where we wanted to end up
living and working. She told me to write a letter to my congressman and
mention her name in the letter. Nine days later I had an interview and a
job offer managing a forest service office in the Balcones Canyonlands
National Wildlife Refuge near Lake Travis and Austin, Texas. Josh got a job
in a doctors office complex near St David's Medical Center, near UT-Austin.

We bought an older house near Lake Travis about halfway between where we
worked. His mom gave him the down payment. Technically, the family company
bought the house I think. We made the payments. For a graduation present
his mom asked me for my student loan account numbers and nearest office. I
have no idea what she has planned.

On August 1st we moved from our old apartment of seven years in Canyon
Texas.

-+-

Two days before we moved Josh was up in Amarillo at the hospital for a
going away party, I went to Pizza Hut to offer my resignation. Only a few
of them know me any more since I only worked like one shift every two
weeks. Luckily Steve was there. He took me into the bathroom and pulled my
face into his and kissed me bye, came as a big surprise. I almost got hard
during that ten second smooch.

-+-

Three weeks later we were taking the garbage cans to the street in front of
our new home on East Park Street in Cedar Park, Texas on the far north-west
side of Austin. It all seemed like a dream to me, all this stuff going on,
being semi remotely managed by his mom. I just went along for the ride
mostly. It was Josh's pick of the homes we looked at. I suppose I wasn't
that motivated to live in any particular area as long as we were together
and his mom was at a safe distance.

Luckily, there were no airports as close as the one in Amarillo was to our
apartment.

I started my new job, he started his. We both had to leave for orientation
classes. He went to Austin for one week of meetings with the medical
director's office and I flew to the Forest Service office in Washington DC
for my classes. In addition to directing research as the administrator I
was also the accountant and head of HR as well as director of the interns
and summer school class projects. I was gone for two weeks.

For our homecoming we went to a hotel in downtown Austin, the 'W' in the
Extreme-Wow Suite with the enormous hot tub with the wrap around
windows. Everywhere we walked there were signs and things named after his
great grandparents. I snickered to myself at the name 'Ladybird' but kept a
straight face in front of Josh. Made me wonder if there was any sexual
meaning behind that pet-name LBJ had for his wife.

Boy oh boy did we do it that night and the next. After the first day we
never left the room. We relied on room service for about everything except
semen. He even ordered a tube of sex lube via room service!

-+-

Months turned into years and our relationship turned into what we saw with
the older couples in Palm Springs. We seldom fought or argued. We seldom
saw his mother either, usually only over the holidays.

Three months after we moved to Austin my student loans were mysteriously
paid off.



Next chapter I take us to the present day and the end of this book.