Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 17:34:57 +0100 (BST)
From: Joe Ferns <martalgran@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Gil's Opportunities - a very short history

Beginning with Craig ...

"Chastity in guys is a lack of opportunity," Harry Stowe remarked to the
group gathered with him round the bar for the usual after-work Friday night
drink.  They laughed in agreement.  Gilbert joined in the laughter but if
any of his companions had been listening carefully they would have detected
an air of bitterness in his mirth.  Although to describe himself as chaste
would be pushing it a little, as a gay man who kept his sexuality under
close wraps, lack of opportunity was rather a sore point with Gilbert.  He
did not look for sympathy, however.  That he was not 'out' was his problem.
He knew it, he lived with it.

He raised his glass to his lips, drank deeply and then, suddenly, smiled to
himself.  All the bitterness suddenly went; his mind had wandered away from
his frustrations and he had remembered Craig, the beginning of opportunity,
the end of chastity.

Gilbert had been brought up in a large villa behind a high stone wall which
encircled the garden.  Neighbourhood boys were not encouraged within this
precinct; Gilbert's mother had standards.  Further, his mother had decided
that the local school had a roll which was hardly exclusive and as a result
Gilbert was sent into the distant city to be educated at a more suitable
establishment.  As a day boy the travel meant that attendance at
after-school clubs or sports was difficult; in addition no fellow-pupils
lived within an easy travelling distance of the Galloway residence.  Having
two elder sisters but no brothers Gilbert was decidedly short of male
companionship.

When he was twelve Gilbert discovered masturbation by accident.  While
sitting in the lavatory he had idly rolled his penis between his palms; the
resulting sensation was not unpleasant.  The ensuing stiffness surprised
him, even frightened him a little but the feeling was good enough for him
to put his fear to one side and to continue his discovery.  It was some
time later that Gilbert discovered this was called masturbation.

About the same time much of the talk and many of the 'games' at school took
on a sexual variation.  The talk was crude and misinformed; the 'games'
consisted mainly of invented excuses to grab at crotches.  At lunchtimes
something of a more adventurous nature seemed to take place behind the
gymnasium but Gilbert knew nothing of the detail of this.  In fact when
talk or action appeared to take a sexual turn Gilbert was careful to absent
himself from the group.  The result, of course, was that Gilbert acquired
the reputation of being something of a prude.  The truth was that Gilbert
feared two things; exposing his ignorance of matters sexual was one but
more importantly he dreaded that he might inadvertently reveal more
excitement than was deemed appropriate.  You see, Gilbert sensed very
quickly that to grab at someone else's penis was to humiliate them not give
pleasure to yourself.  At least that was the charade that had to be
observed by the boys. Gilbert felt certain that he would give himself away.

It would be when he was perhaps fourteen that things took an unexpected
turn.  Gilbert decided one summer afternoon to take his packed lunch on a
bench near the janitor's cottage.  This was a quiet part of the school
grounds as there was no play area, no sports facility close by.  You can
imagine then his surprise when Craig Royston appeared and came across to
join him on the bench.

"Y'alright Gil?" Craig muttered as he sat down.

"Yup," was the gruff reply.

Craig produced his own packed lunch and they sat and ate in silence.

"Whatcha reckon that is?" Craig suddenly asked, pointing to the far side of
the grounds.

Gil turned to look in the direction indicated and, while distracted, Craig
Royston grabbed at his groin, got a grip round Gil's balls and released as
quickly as he had grasped.

"Gotcha!"

Gil turned to stare at his companion.  Craig grinned at the open-mouthed
boy.  Gil resumed the munching on his sandwich but he did not take his eyes
off Craig's face.  Craig's grin broke into a broad, confident smile.

With that, Gil reached over and grasped Craig Royston by the balls.  There
was no resistance, no attempted avoidance.  If anything Craig parted his
legs a little to accommodate the invasion.  Gil's hand lingered longer than
was customary with such games.  You see it was not only the warm mass of
flabby genitalia that Gil discovered.  Craig Royston was rigid, as solid as
a small tree-trunk.  Gil gripped the boy's rod and gulped.  Craig meanwhile
had reached across again to place his hand firmly on Gil's crotch where he
encountered a rapidly expanding member.

"Good one, Gil."

And that was the start...


"Hey, Galloway!  You off in wonderland or what?  It's your bloody round.
Try to keep up," interrupted Harry Stowe as he poked Gilbert in the ribs.