4 comments/ 30700 views/ 16 favorites Three Boyfriends By: bjmichaels We sat on his couch, Tony was drinking beer; he had given me a glass of chardonnay. The night before he taught me how to play backgammon, and tonight I was winning every game. Beginners luck, he grumbled. Tony lives down the hall from me in the same apartment complex. We'd passed each other from time-to-time and our conversations became more frequent. We were about the same age, and he was awfully cute, but I was nervous about having a 'relationship' with someone who lived so close. I mean, what if people knew what we were doing? It was very hot inside his apartment. We live in a city in the upper midwest and not many of the less expensive apartments had air conditioners, and we were currently in the grip of a brutal heat wave and it was humid as heck. It had been just as hot last night and Tony had asked if I minded if he stripped to his boxers, and I said it was fine with me. I wondered why he hadn't done the same tonight. Maybe he was still embarrassed over the fact that he'd had trouble hiding his constant erection. When he asked me over tonight I made sure I wore my gym shorts, and Tony had said "go ahead" when I asked if it would be all right if I took off my tee shirt. As we sat on the couch, a thin layer of perspiration covered his face; he looked very uncomfortable. When I won the next game he said, "DAMN" and went to the frig for another beer. He brought back the wine and he filled my glass then threw away the empty bottle. Wine made me feel good, and I was feeling really good now. "Tony," I said when he returned to the couch, "...take your shirt off—you look like you're burning up!" He nodded and said, "Yeah, it's hotter than hell in here", and pulled off his shirt. "Ready for another game," I asked, "...I'm pretty good at this!" He smiled and shook his head, "Beginners luck," he said, "...want to make this more interesting?" "How?" I asked. He coughed and cleared his throat, "Well...ah, we could play for money!" "I can't afford it—not with what I make," I frowned. "Yeah, right...well, how about if you win I give you a hundred bucks?" he asked. "And what if I lose?" His face turned slightly red, "Well...if you lose you could do something for me." "Like what?" "Well...ah, you could give me a hand-job!" "TONY!" I exclaimed. "Well...it was just an idea...since you're so 'good' at this game...." he mumbled. His face was beet-red now. I thought about it--I could really use the money, and he hadn't beaten me yet, "Well...okay, but you can't tell anyone." His eyes lit up. "No-no—it'd be just between you and me—nobody will ever know." "Well...okay," I said. "We'll play the best two-out-three—the winner has to win at least two games, okay?" he said, he was getting excited. "Sure," I said. I snuck a look at his crotch and saw the bulge in his pants. I never considered backgammon to be a game of skill. I mean, you roll the dice and make your moves, right? But I soon recognized Tony was using 'strategy' when he made his moves. Had he 'set me up'? He won the first game easily. During the second game it became obvious to me that he was very good at playing Backgammon. He made quick work of beating me again, and put away the game. Before he returned to the couch he stripped off his jeans. The bulge in his crotch of his boxers was very pronounced now. He sat next to me grinning; his arm snaked around my shoulders and he pulled me closer to him. He stroked my shoulder and kissed my neck and whispered into my ear. "God you're a sexy boy...I get a hard-on whenever I'm next to you." My cock stiffened from his words and his hot breath in my ear. He took my small hand in his and placed it on his 'bulge'. My hand curled around it and squeezed. He groaned. I really liked Tony and was determined to make this good for him. I slid my hand beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers and found his flesh. I caressed his penis and moved my hand lower and fondled his balls. My hand moved up-and-down his excited crotch. I tugged at the waistband and he lifted his hips and pushed down the boxers himself. His six-inch cock sprang into my view. It was smooth and fairly thick. I wanted to kiss and lick it but didn't want Tony to think I was a slut. I didn't want him to know that I had done this before. I changed positions on the couch so I could stroke his cock with one hand while the other one massaged his heavy ball sac. He moaned and repeated, "Ohhh, baby—ohhh, baby—ohhh, baby..." When he kissed my cheek I turned my head and offered him my lips. He glued his lips to mine and the kiss sent electric sparks shooting through my body. Our lips were moist and hot and our tongues met for the first time. I felt his penis expand in my hand. "OOOhhhhhhhh, Johnnnyyyyyy...." He moaned into my mouth. I stroked his cock faster-and-faster. His hips thrust in time with my pumping hand. I rolled his balls with my fingers. His eyes were closed but mine were fixed on his cock. I loved watching a guy shoot his load. I smeared the pre-cum on his glans with my thumb. Now, a constant moan escaped his lips. I squeezed his cock harder and quickened the pace. Suddenly, I felt his balls contract in my hand and his hips jerk about wildly. "OH BABY---I'M CUMMING-I'M CUMMING-I'M CUMMING..." I watched his semen erupt from his cock-slit and felt a thrill run up my spine. My own balls ached for release. My hand was covered with his cum. "C'mon..." Tony said, and I followed him to the bathroom; he was still naked. We cleaned ourselves. On the way back to the living room he showed me his bedroom. He had a queen-size bed, much bigger than my double. I admired his buttocks as I walked behind him. I had been taking furtive glances at his penis when we walked; it looked long and slender—it was beautiful so I was disappointed when he scooped up his boxers and stepped into them. He sat beside me on the couch; our thighs touching. I was wondering if now that he'd gotten what he wanted, if he would make some flimsy excuse to get me out of his apartment. He put his hand on my thigh and said. "Johnny...do you want to spend the night with me?" My heart leapt with joy, but I showed him no emotion. "Ah, I dunno," I said, "...what for?" He blushed, but began to rub my thigh. My erection inside my shorts gave me away. His hand brushed against my hard cock. He laughed and said, "Your body is saying yes...." I smiled and leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "Okay..." I said softly. He took my hand in his and said, "Let's go to bed." I said, "It's a little early...I'm not tired—I don't think I can fall asleep this early." He smiled, "Who said anything about sleeping?" This time I turned a deep shade of red as he led me, hand-in-hand to his bedroom. We embraced by the side of his bed. We kissed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. It was thrilling to be held tightly by a strong man. I caressed his shoulders and back; my arms barely reaching around him. A dim light from a lamp on a table in the far corner of the room enabled us to gaze into each other's eyes. He pushed his boxers down then slid his hands into the sides of my shorts and pushed them down, as well. We stood naked; our lips and tongues locked in a passionate kiss; our stiff cocks brushing against one another. He pulled the bedspread back and guided me to lie down. I was surprised when he lay on top of me. He was forty pounds heavier than me and when I became accustomed to his weight, it felt exciting to be pinned beneath him on the bed. We kissed for a long time. Suddenly, he shifted his weight, his knees on either side of me and he moved forward until he was almost sitting on my chest—his hard penis was inches from my lips. "W-what are you doing?" I stammered. "Kiss it for me, baby...I want you to use your mouth on me...I want to teach you how to suck me," he panted. "Tony...I can't do that...using my hand is one thing, but this...." I said. "You can do this, baby...you wouldn't want your sister to find out what kind of guy you are, would you?" he said. No, I sure don't want her to know, I thought. I felt tears well in my eyes as I thought about my sister. "There-there, baby, don't cry...you just keep me 'happy' and she'll never have to know...kiss it, baby—kiss my penis," his voice was different—he was consumed with lust. I closed my eyes, puckered my lips and brushed them against his cockhead. "No-no, baby—not like that! Hold the shaft with one hand—hold my balls with your other—and really kiss my cock—don't just peck at it—KISS IT!" I closed my eyes again but he said, "Baby, I want you to look at my cock whenever you kiss and lick it—okay?" "Okay," I meekly said. "Give it a kiss, baby, kiss it from the tip all the way down to the bottom and back up again," he ordered. I did as I was told. I wet my lips and slightly parted them and slowly kissed my way down his hard cock. His flesh was hot and smooth; I felt a thrill deep within me as I covered his entire cock with kisses. My own cock was hard as a rock; my balls ached and my head was dizzy with desire. "Use your tongue, baby, lick my cock," he commanded; his breathing became irregular. When I pressed my tongue to his cock a thousand sparks of pure ecstasy shot through my body. I thought I was going to shoot my load then and there. When his cock was glistening from my saliva, he moved forward on my chest until his balls were dangling just above my face. "Lick my balls," he gasped. I was in no position to object; his body was heavy on my chest and I had difficulty breathing. I kissed and licked his scrotum. His balls were large and heavy. When he told me to take them in my mouth I could only fit one at a time. I licked and sucked his balls and his constant moaning excited me beyond words. He backed off and presented his cock to my lips. "Wet your lips and take my cock in your mouth," he instructed. I did as I was told. I licked my lips, opened them wide and slid them over his cockhead. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could without gagging. "Keep your tongue on my cock—move your tongue on my cock while you suck," he groaned through his clenched teeth. I did as I was told. The feel of his hot flesh in my mouth was incredible. I moved my head back-and-forth on his cock while my tongue lathered his velvety skin. My hand stroked his shaft while my other hand massaged his balls. I was lost in a fog from the sucking. The hard cock in my mouth consumed me. Animal-like noises escaped my throat. When my tongue played on his cockhead I tasted his pre-cum—it was delicious—my own cock throbbed. Tony held my head still and began pushing his cock in-and-out of my mouth. He fucked my face. His thrusting became more urgent. My hand stroked him faster-and-faster; I rolled his balls in my fingers. His hips pushed his cock deeper-and-deeper into my mouth—I gagged a couple times and was afraid I was going to choke. Suddenly, his balls contracted in my hand; I knew he was going to cum. I flattened my tongue on his cock-slit and waited for his orgasm. "AARRRRGGGGGG..." he screamed. "...OOHHHGOD-HERE IT CUMS-SWALLOW MY CUM BITCH-SWALLOW MY CUM...." I didn't have any choice but to swallow if I didn't want to choke on his cock as he pushed it far into my mouth. He shot his load directly on my tongue and I lapped it up and swallowed almost every drop. Suddenly, as he kept shooting his cum on my tongue, my balls exploded and my cum shot straight in the air and landed on his back and my thighs. We both flailed about wildly on the bed. When our breathing returned to normal, Tony, who was still on my chest, told me to clean up his cum. I licked his cock clean and buried my face in his pubes as my tongue lapped at the cum I had spilled. When he was satisfied I'd gotten it all, he collapsed on the mattress beside me. He softly chuckled, "You are one fantastic cocksucker, and don't tell me you never did that before—don't worry—as long as you do what I say your secret is safe with me." He couldn't see, but my face turned scarlet with shame. I moved close to him and laid my head on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat. He said he wanted me to move in with him. He wanted me in his bed every night. I told him I couldn't move in—it wouldn't 'look right'—people 'would know'. He laughed. I tried to kiss him, but he turned his head away. "I just came in your mouth—I can't kiss you now!" he said. I felt like crying but, strangely enough, I knew what he meant. As we lay there, I absentmindedly caressed his soft penis. After awhile, I felt his cock come back to life. This time he wanted me to kneel between his legs and satisfy him that way. I did as I was told. When he was through pumping his second load of cum into my mouth, he fell asleep immediately. I lay beside him listening to his snoring while I stroked my own cock. When I finally orgasmed, I fell asleep, too. Tony woke me early and had me kneel between his legs and suck his morning hard-on. I was amazed at how much cum he had me swallow considering the previous night. Tony became the second steady boyfriend I ever had. My twin sister, Jenny, and I spoke on the phone at least once a week, sometimes more. She was my best friend, my sounding board; she kept me grounded and focused. We talked about everything in our lives. Well, almost everything—I didn't want her to know how I felt about guys. I would die of shame if she knew what I did with men. When we spoke about our love lives, I invented girlfriends, or had just broken-up with my latest fictitious lover. Sometimes I would go on and on and create different scenarios that my pretend-girlfriend and I had gone through. After awhile, Jenny seemed to lose interest and quit asking questions. These days, she rarely asked if I was seeing someone. Jenny and I were the youngest of five kids. We had three older sisters. We were raised in a small town about a hundred miles from the city. Our father was the Pharmacist in the drugstore. He made a good living but our house was too small for the number of bedrooms we needed. Jenny and I shared a room until we were fourteen. We had to go to bed early, and we were never tired enough to go to sleep right away, so we talked and talked every night about our day, and what we thought of the goings-on in our lives, and our hopes and dreams. All of my sisters adored me; maybe because I was their only brother, but Jenny and I knew each other better than anyone else. After we graduated from high school, Jenny went to the college in our town, and I moved to the 'big city' to find work. We still spoke at least once a week and she would come to the city and sleep on my couch whenever it was possible. The first time she visited me I offered her my bed. She laughed and said, "No, thank you, little brother—I know what disgusting things you do in your bed!" She was referring to the time she caught me masturbating, shortly before my mom made her move in with one of our other sisters. I had suddenly discovered sex. My cock had developed a mind of its own and began getting hard at all the wrong times. Sometimes my older sisters would notice and point at it and giggle. My mom told them to mind their own business; that it was natural and normal for boys to react like this. At night, when I slipped on my pajama bottoms, my cock would spring a boner just from the feel of the material. I began touching it through the pajamas. One night I reached into my pajamas and took hold of it. God, it felt good! I stroked it a couple times and had my first ejaculation inside the pajamas. From then on, I waited until I could hear Jenny was asleep then pushed the bottoms down and stroked myself to orgasm. I was hooked on masturbation. It wasn't until I had moved to the city that Jenny filled me in on why she had to move out of our room. It hadn't been her choice, she said. "You know," she said one day on the phone, "...I could hear you every night...I pretended to fall asleep then I could hear you moving around in bed...you weren't very quiet...when you 'came' you tried to muffle your noises with your pillow—it didn't work, little brother!" Even though we were on the phone and couldn't see one another, my face turned deep red when she said the word "came", and I felt ashamed. She laughed it off. She went on to say that when our mother discovered the crusty stains on my sheets and pajama bottoms, she told Jenny, "It's time to give the boy some privacy." And that's why she moved out of our room. "You're going to be at graduation, aren't you?" she asked. "Of course," I said. She was graduating in a month; I was very proud of her—I wouldn't miss it for the world. Before we hung up, she said, "Little brother, mom is fixing-up your old room—try not to stain the sheets, okay?" and she laughed hysterically. I don't know if what Tony and I had going could be called a 'relationship'. He never introduced me to any of his friends, and if we went out at all, it would be some place on the other side of town where chances were slim he'd run into anyone he knew. I knew it was all about the sex, and even though he never touched my erection, I still felt a closeness to him that I'd missed since my first boyfriend, four-years earlier. When I got home from work every day, I would shower and shave and spend the night in his apartment and bed. For the first few days he only had me suck him. Then one night in bed, after he had me lick and tongue his anus until his cock was hard again, he had me stand at the end of the bed and bend over for him. I spread my legs and he lubed-me-up and roughly shoved his cock into me. It hurt like hell--I hadn't been fucked-in-the-ass in four years. Luckily, it excited him so much he came quickly and I thought it was over, but his cock didn't go soft. My sphincter grabbed and nipped at his cock and kept it hard. When he caught his breath he began sawing in-and-out of me again. This time, he fucked me with long, slow strokes and my own cock responded. He held my hips and pulled me backwards and impaled me on his cock. His cockhead bumped my prostate and I cried out in pleasure. This excited him even more and he fucked me harder-and-harder reveling in my cries of ecstasy. I emptied my balls on the bedspread before I felt his scalding cum filling my asshole. He pushed me on the bed and laughed at me. "You really are a dirty, little faggot, aren't you? I never even touched your cock and you still 'came'!" From then on I was forbidden to masturbate. He said I could only cum when he had his cock in my ass, and it was often, and I never failed to have a fantastic orgasm and shoot copious amounts of semen onto the bed. He made me clean my cum off the bedspread with my tongue. He called me names that degraded me, but I stayed with him. Deep down I knew he was right—I was a 'filthy little cum-slut'. I asked Tony if he wanted to go to my sisters' graduation, "Fuck-no," he said. He did, however, lend me his car and I drove the two-hours to my home town with nervous anticipation. I was wondering if I would run into my first boyfriend, Chip. I'd heard he moved back there after he blew-out his knee playing football for a big-time university. My mother and sisters were all hugs and tears when they saw me. Two of my sisters had gotten married and moved to different states but they'd returned for Jenny's graduation. My other sister had graduated from the college but couldn't find work in her field. My father had gotten her a job at the old drugstore where he used to work. My dad was his usual self. We shook hands and he told me I looked healthy. I told him I ate well and exercised every day. We made small talk about the city's sports teams then he excused himself; he had 'forgotten to do something'. It had been a long, long time since we had a meaningful conversation. Three Boyfriends I think I disappointed him. I think he thought I should be doing more with my life. I had the same job I had when I first went to the city. Whenever people asked what I did, I told them I was a "Material Handler in Receiving and Distribution for Women's Wear"—a stock-boy in women's lingerie—and I loved my job so much I took it home with me at night. It was funny a couple years ago. Also, I didn't know for a fact, but I suspected he knew what I was and it broke his heart. He was a man's-man and I knew he couldn't tolerate anything less from his only son. I felt ashamed whenever we were together. That was the main reason why I only came home once a year, at Christmas. Jenny and I stayed-up later than everyone else. Even though we spoke for hours every week on the phone, it wasn't the same as sitting next to each other. She filled me in on all the family and local gossip; she spoke of how happy she was and looking forward to graduation; that she might have a 'good job' already lined-up in the city. I asked about the kids we went to high school with and she told me tremendous stories of success and colossal blunders of failure of the kids we knew back then. When I asked about Chip Conner her face turned ashen white. "Why do you want to know about him? He was, and still is, a horrible, horrible man," she said. I thought I saw a tear in her eye. I made a joke to change the subject and we laughed. It was getting late and we were tired. I said something about how dad hadn't changed—that he still didn't know how to speak with his own son. A sad look washed over Jenny's pretty face. "He's never forgiven himself..." she softly said. "Huh?" I asked, "...for what?" Jenny looked at me like I was crazy. "Your decision..." was all she answered. A flood of emotions filled my mind. This was one area that I had completely pushed out of my memories. I felt my heart sink as I thought of it now. My father is a very proud man. His biggest accomplishment, according to him, was that he was able to send all his kids through college. He supported and paid for our three older sisters then it came our turn. He couldn't afford to send both me and Jenny to school. He had made a bad investment and the money he lost would have paid for both of us. Now only one could go. When the time came, he stoically told Jenny that he wouldn't be able to pay for her college. There was money enough for one of us, and because I was a male, he said I needed a college degree more than she did. I saw how crushed she was when he told her; I couldn't bear her disappointment. "Dad," I said, "...I don't want to go to college—let Jenny go." Jenny and I knew it was a lie. We had often talked about what we wanted to study—what we 'wanted to be when we grew up'. We were both excited to be going to college. I thought about the time I spent with him after I made my decision. He had changed. Jenny was right: It had been my decision that changed him into the morose and sad man he is today. "You might be right...." I told her. She saw the crestfallen expression on my face and hugged me. We both had tears streaming down our cheeks. Then Jenny whispered in my ear, "Mom says it breaks her heart to see him some days—for all the good he did in his life—he believes he is an absolute failure because he couldn't send us both to school." We regained our composure and said our "Good Nights"—the next day was graduation and it would be a busy day. We went into the house and upstairs to our rooms. It was dark—there was only a small night-light to help us find our way. Jenny stopped me before I opened the door to my room. I could only see the outline of her beautiful face. She whispered to me, "Johnny, I never thanked you for what you did for me...I resented you for a long time...I felt selfish for going to college while you couldn't...I know how you feel about me—I know you would do anything in the world for me—now I want to say 'thank you'—you are a wonderful brother—and I want you to know that I will do everything I can to help you become a happier person." She turned and went into her room. I stood there numb. Tears rolled down my face again; I went into 'our' room and went to bed. On 'Graduation Day' I was determined to spend as much time with my dad as I could. Mother needed some things from the grocery store so I went with dad in the car. It was hard trying to get dad to open up and talk. "Jenny says she's already received a heckuva job offer," I said; which was true. Jenny was graduating with a double-major. She'd be getting a BS degree in Math and a BS degree in Computer Sciences. Her first job out of college was going to pay her 90 thousand dollars a year. Fantastic! "...and she'd be in the city—you and mom could come see her and me more often," I added, knowing full well that they had never visited me in the city. He smiled wistfully at me, and said, "It won't be the same around the house...." "Yeah," I said, "...you won't have any more bratty kids crimping your swinging life style!" He laughed hard at that one. I really hadn't thought about it. When Jenny moves to the city my folks will finally be alone in the house. "Maybe you and mom can do some traveling now." "Yeah, maybe...." He said softly. We had to take three cars to the ceremony. It was a beautiful day and there were a hundred-and-fifty graduates. It took about an-hour-and-a-half. When Jenny's name was announced and she received her diplomas, we all stood and cheered. Afterwards, on the way to the car I told my dad, "I'm glad Jenny went to school—in this economy—the liberal arts degree I would have gotten wouldn't be worth anything." He looked at me thoughtfully and said, "Yeah, I'm afraid you might be right, son." Back at the house, I helped him grill the burgers, brats and hot dogs. He was relaxed; he was having fun. He even had a couple beers. The next day we all said our tearful 'Goodbyes' and headed back to wherever we all were going. I needed to gas-up the car and stopped at the convenience store/gas station. I looked across the street at the old garage where we used to buy all our gas. They only did auto repair work there now. I'd heard that Chip's father, who owned the place, had retired and that Chip was now running it. As I pumped the gas, I wondered if Chip was there now. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Out of the garage came a guy and he was heading in the direction of the convenience store. My heart suddenly stopped beating: it was Chip! I turned away so he couldn't see me. He walked by me and into the store. Good God, I thought, the years hadn't been very kind to him. We were the same age but he looked ten years older than me. He had a beer belly and was rapidly going bald. My car was filled with gas, and I got out of there before he came out of the store. All the old memories of him came back as I drove to the city. Chip had been the most popular guy in high school, and the quarterback of our football team—he was very good, too. He hung out with the other jocks; he and I spoke only if we were passing in the hallways. He was pleasant enough—we just didn't have much in common. One day out-of-the-blue, he asked me if I wanted to go to a ballgame in the city with him. The major league baseball team was starting a home stand, and he said he had two tickets. I jumped at the opportunity. It was a Saturday afternoon game and while I waited for him to pick me up, I felt both nervous and exhilarated. Good God--get a grip on yourself, John, I told myself. It's only a ballgame. Jenny went right to the point, as usual, when she'd heard of our plans. "Why the hell would Chip Conner invite you to a ballgame, little brother? You guys haven't hung-out since the sixth grade!" Yeah, I had to admit. It was a little strange, but hey, it was a chance to go to the city and see a live ballgame. Chip smiled at me as I got into his car and we headed for the Interstate. When he passed right by the on-ramp for the Interstate and drove underneath the highway I asked him where he was going? He just smiled and said he had a surprise for me. We continued driving until we reached a grove of trees. He turned the car onto a gravel road; then turned off on a flattened-down, grass pathway. The car came to a stop in a sunny field of grass surrounded by trees. "C'mon," he said and we climbed out of the car. He opened the trunk, took out a cooler and a blanket. He led me to a flat spot on the grass; he set down the cooler; then spread out the blanket on the grass. He stood in front of me; his strong hands gripped my shoulders. I looked up at him and wondered what was going on here. He was four inches taller than me and considerably heavier, but I didn't feel threatened by him. Why should I? He pulled me closer to him and began to unbutton my shirt. I stopped him. "What are you doing?" I asked incredulously. He smiled, held my head with his hands and kissed me on the lips. I felt a thrill shoot-up my spine, but I tried to pull away. "We can do this the easy way—or we can do this the hard way—but we ARE going to do this," he said with a menacing voice. He went back to unbuttoning my shirt; when it was open he jerked it off of me and threw it on the ground. "Take off your pants," he ordered. I froze. I didn't know to laugh or cry. With lightening-like quickness he grabbed my throat and squeezed hard. I felt the oxygen being cut-off from my wind-pipe. "I've seen you look at me in the shower after gym class; I've seen you staring at my penis--I think you like it—I think you want it! So I decided you're going to be 'my girl' today—whether you want to or not. You're gonna suck my cock and then I'm gonna fuck you in the ass. If you don't do whatever I tell you to do, I'll bring your stuck-up sister out here and make her do to me whatever you refuse to do." I wanted to cry, but fought back the tears. I had no doubt he could beat the living crap out of me—I didn't care—I'd give him a good battle, but when he said what he would do to Jenny, well, there was no way I could let that happen. I took off my shoes, socks, and pants. I stood there in just my tightie-whities. "Get those off, too," he said, and then I stood naked before him. He put his arms around me and caressed my shoulders and back. He pressed his lips against mine; I reached my arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him back. He took my hand and placed it on the bulge in his slacks. "Squeeze it," he said. I jerked my hand away like I felt fire. He reached down and grabbed my scrotum and squeezed hard. "AARRRGGGHHHHH," I cried out in pain. "We can play this game all day, if you want...but in the end—I'm going to use you like the queer-bitch that you and I both know you are...and next week I'll treat your sister the same way--now rub my cock!" With tears welling in my eyes I reached down and rubbed his hard cock through the material of his slacks. He kissed me again. I resigned myself to my fate and kissed him back. His lips were soft and warm; my penis stiffened; he pointed to it and laughed, "I knew you'd like it!" My face turned scarlet because he was right—I did like it—I liked it a lot! "Undress me!" he ordered, as I stared into his deep blue eyes. As I undressed him I wondered how he knew that I looked at him in the shower room. I thought I'd been careful—I didn't think he saw me. But he was right—I loved the way he looked naked, and I loved watching his cock and balls swing between his legs. When I masturbated every night I dreamed of Chip. I went to my knees to take off his shoes and socks. My hands trembled as I opened his slacks. I pulled the zipper down and his slacks fell to the ground on their own volition. "Pull down my boxers!" he commanded, as he looked down at me. There was a prominent bulge in the front of his shorts. My heart pounded as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts; I took a deep breath and pulled them down his muscular legs. My eyes opened wide when his hard cock popped into view. It was beautiful! It was better than what I had fantasized. Six-inches long and an-inch-and-half around; the plum-colored mushroom head was smooth and round. His shaft called out to me to touch it. The manly aroma from his cock and balls filled my nostrils; I swooned; I was lost in a fog of lust and desire. I lost control—I had to kiss it—feel it—caress it.... Chip didn't say a word and I didn't look up at him. I took hold of his shaft with my left hand, and cradled his balls in my right. I leaned forward—I had to kiss his cock—I needed to kiss it! I pressed my lips to his penis. I drank it in with my eyes; I pressed my tongue on his cock-slit and lapped up his pre-cum. It tasted wonderful! "OOhh God...oooooooo, YES!!" Chip cried out when my lips completely encircled his cockhead and drew it into my mouth. I had his cock in my mouth—I HAD CHIP CONNER'S COCK IN MY MOUTH!! My own cock throbbed as it stood straight out from my body. I wanted to touch it but I knew it would explode on contact. I held his cock away from his scrotum and my lips and tongue lathered his balls with hot kisses. I took one ball into my mouth and licked and sucked at it then performed the same ministrations to his other ball. His ball sac was smooth and hairless. I reveled in the musky aroma. His cock trembled and pulsated in my small hand. His hips began moving on their own. I took his cock into my mouth and began sucking the exquisite purple head. My hand brazenly stroked his shaft. My tongue slobbered up-and-down his majestic cock. A low, steady, animal-like groan came from my throat. I was lost in the sucking—the warmth of his smooth flesh drove me to a sucking-frenzy. My head bobbed back-and-forth and my hand stroked his shaft faster-and-faster. Suddenly, Chip's hands held my head still—he fucked his cock in-and-out of my mouth. I heard him moan—I heard him growl with lust. High-pitched whimpers of pleasure escaped his lips. His balls contracted in my hand; his hips gave a series of short, but powerful thrusts that pushed his cock deeper-and-deeper into my mouth. He screamed, "OH-GOD-I'M-CUMMING---I'M-CUMMING---I'M-CUMMING...." I had briefly wondered what I would do if he came in my mouth—not anymore—I swallowed--his cum covered my tongue as I sucked the jizz out of his cock-slit. I swallowed mouthful-after-mouthful of his creamy, delicious semen. I massaged his balls to coax every last drop of cum out of him. Chip fell to his knees next to me. My cock was throbbing in the air. As soon as he held it in his hand my balls exploded. I drenched his hand, and part of the blanket below us with my cum. He laughed out loud and I felt humiliated. "Oh yeah," he grinned, "...sweet-thing, you and me are gonna have one fun afternoon!" And he had me lick my own cum off his hand. He pushed me down on the blanket and lay on top of me. He kissed my cum-slick lips and I threw my arms around him and held him tight. The weight of his body on mine was suffocating, and thrilling! I couldn't move—I was pinned helplessly beneath Chip Conner—the boy I had been fantasizing about in my bed every night for four years. I had never felt this happy in my life. We kissed and caressed each other. I felt his penis stiffen against my thigh. He raised himself to his hands and knees and moved forward until his beautiful, hard cock was above my face, inches from my lips. He didn't have to say a word—my hands and mouth found his eager flesh and I pleasured him once again. I loved watching his balls sway back-and-forth above my face as I serviced him. When I knew he was close—when I heard him straining to cum—my finger traveled to his nether region and rubbed and stroked his anus. His shouts of joy sang along with the birds in the near-by sycamore trees. He tried to drown me in his cum, but my greedily gulping throat swallowed every drop. He collapsed beside me on the blanket gasping for air. "Oh my God," he said, panting, "...where did you learn that?" "I...ah, I don't know...it just seemed like a good thing to do...." I stammered. In truth, at night in my bed, I explored every area of my body and discovered touches that were very pleasurable—that was one of them. Chip walked naked to the car and brought back a radio. He tuned it to the baseball game. It hadn't started yet. "We better listen to the game in case our folks ask us about it," he explained. I smiled up at him—I thought he was a genius! He opened the cooler and brought out a big bucket of chicken, rolls and butter and a large container of potato salad. He gave me a bottle of water. I was impressed and flattered. He obviously had meticulously planned our day together; it could only mean that he had true feelings for me. I was giddy as a school-girl. We remained naked the rest of the afternoon. We casually ate and listened to the start of the ballgame. He brought out a cigar; it had been stored in a long cylinder-type tube. He smoked half of the cigar before he extinguished the burning tip. Then we lay side-by-side and kissed and caressed each other. I stroked his cock to another erection. He took hold of the base of my hard-on and gently fondled me. Suddenly, he had an idea. He had me lie on my back and pull my legs up to my chest. Then he said to pull my knees as far apart as I could. I felt a kiss of sunshine on my exposed anus. Curious, I watched as he opened a packet of melted butter and coated the cigar tube with the slippery yellow liquid. He got on his knees in front of me and rubbed the tube on my vulnerable anus. "OOhhhhhh..." I groaned, as the tube pushed past my sphincter muscle. He continued coating the tube with butter as he pushed it deeper-and-deeper into my virgin asshole. Twice he stopped to lean over and stroke my hair and told me to "relax". My penis began to throb with excitement. He pushed the tube into me until it bumped my prostate. "OOOHHHHH—GOD..." I cried out. I had never felt such extreme pleasure in my entire life. He worked the tube in-and-out of me. He fucked me with the tube. My rectum was slick with butter and the tube easily slid in-and-out of me. Chip began to caress my balls; he rolled them in his fingers. I was swooning with delight. His manly caresses made the cum boil in my balls. I was gasping for air; my eyes closed and my head rolled side-to-side on the soft blanket. A steady moan of pleasure escaped my lips. Suddenly, he took hold of my trembling cock and after four or five vigorous strokes my balls exploded and my cum shot out of my cock-slit and onto my chest. My screams of joy startled the robins and sparrows. I felt his hand gathering up the cum on my chest and I watched as Chip coated his hard cock with my cum. I shivered in anticipation. I knew he was getting ready to take my virginity. His strong hands tried to roll me over, and he said in a lust-filled voice, "Get on your hands and knees." I obeyed him. He kneeled behind me and I felt the large, smooth head of his cock against my anus. He pushed the mushroom-shaped cockhead into me and we both groaned. It was painful at first, but I kept quiet—I had fantasized about Chip Conner fucking me in the ass for a long time and I wasn't about to stop him. When he pushed his cock all the way inside me I closed my eyes and shut out the pain. Just as my body was getting accustomed to his size, he flexed his cock and it expanded in my asshole bringing a deep and long-lasting groan from my throat. He pulled his cock out to the tip then plunged into me again. He held my hips still—there was no escaping the sodomizing of my virgin asshole. My rectum was beginning to go numb—the pain was gone. When his cockhead bumped my prostate I squealed like a stuck pig. My hips thrashed about wildly but he held me in place and continued plowing his wonderful cock in-and-out of my deflowered asshole. Three Boyfriends We settled into a good rhythm; I pushed my hips back to meet his every thrust. I felt my own cock stiffen and begin to throb. He fucked my asshole for a long time. Our screams of passion and joy filled the air. His cockhead pounded my prostate with every thrust now and I was delirious with the extreme sensations that his cock had awakened within my body. We were grunting like animals straining to cum. He held my hips and fucked me like the bitch in heat that I had been transformed into. The cum churned in my balls; I was going to shoot a huge load of cum without him even touching me. I felt like a depraved, cock-slut, and I loved it! I felt his cock expand inside me and he screamed so loud I think he scared the birds. His hot jism filled my asshole—load-after-load of hot cum scalded the walls of my rectum. Suddenly, I cried out and my boiling sperm erupted from my cock coating the blanket below me with my viscous fluids. When his balls were drained, he collapsed on top of me. My belly was covered with my cum on the blanket. His cock slipped out of me and his cum dribbled out of my anus and onto the blanket. The smell of semen in the air was intoxicating. He rolled me on my back and held me tight. We kissed long and deeply. He gazed into my eyes and said, "You're the best lover I've ever had—you are one hot fuck!" I smiled and kissed him over-and-over. I was happy that I finally had a real boyfriend. Afterwards, we ate more chicken and then he lay back and I rested my head on his chest and we listened to the ballgame. During the seventh-inning stretch, I kissed my way down his body and kneeled between his wide-splayed thighs. I kissed and sucked his balls into my greedy mouth. I teased is anus with kisses and pushed my tongue into his asshole. He groaned and writhed on the blanket. I finally took his pulsating cock into my mouth and sucked him to an excruciatingly delicious orgasm. Afterwards, he kissed me on the lips and tasted his own cum. When the game ended, we were both tired, and we took a short nap. Chip had calculated we had a little over two-hours after the end of the game before we'd be expected home. We slept for an hour. He woke me with a passion-filled kiss. We lie on the blanket, kissing and stroking each others' chest and thighs until we both had rampant erections. He stood, helped me to my feet, and led me to the front of the car where he had me lay my head and shoulders on the hood of the car. My lower body was bent over with my legs spread wide. He enjoyed my bottom in this position. There was no longer any pain when he fucked me. His cock felt wonderful in my ass, and when he cried out and pumped his semen in my bottom-hole, I came with a shudder and unloaded my balls onto the grill of his car. Afterwards, we hugged and held each other tightly. I looked at his gorgeous face and wanted to tell him that I loved him, but something stopped me from saying it. I guess I didn't want to scare him. Deep down I knew we wouldn't be seeing much of each other after we graduated from school. We would be going our separate ways. He had a football scholarship to a big-time university, and I already knew I'd be moving to the city. We rode home in silence. There was a hint of sadness in the air; we both knew this was going to be a short-lived romance. To this day, I swear that we could smell my semen from the car's engine on the drive home. Just before we reached my house Chip said, "John, don't beat-off this week—I want you horny as hell on Saturday." That was a tough one, but I smiled and told him I would refrain from my nightly activity this week. Very little was said about our trip. As far as I could tell, everyone believed we had gone to the game. On Thursday, I saw Chip at school and he told me he would drive me home after school. My heart leapt with joy. On the way home he took a detour and we found ourselves parked by an abandoned farm house. I went into his arms and we kissed and I caressed his chest and thighs. He took my hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. I fondled his cock through the material of his slacks. I opened his pants and extricated his beautiful cock from its hiding place. I kissed and licked and teased his cock until he begged me to suck it. When he came, his whole body shook violently and I swallowed at least three mouthfuls of cum. On the way home he said he'd pick me up Saturday at the same time as last week. He told me the story this week was he was going to teach me how to play golf. The nearest golf course was forty miles away, so no one should get suspicious. Then he said, "Oh, by the way, I want you to wear a pair of your sisters' panties on Saturday." I furrowed my brow, and asked, "How am I supposed to get her underwear?" "You're a clever guy—you'll figure it out," he said; then he dropped me off at my house. I only had two nights to find a way to steal her underwear. After dinner that night, I was in the basement doing my homework. It was quiet down there and I could concentrate better. I just happened to look around and I noticed the laundry hamper. Well, I thought, Chip never said they had to be clean underwear. I listened to the movement upstairs and when I was satisfied I wouldn't be interrupted, I went to the laundry basket and searched through the clothing. Having three women in the house meant there was a lot of underwear in the basket. Jenny and I were the 'runts of the litter', so to speak. She was considerably smaller than my mother and sisters. I held the panties up to determine sizes, and when I found the smallest ones, I figured they belonged to Jenny. They were pale pink with a darker pink lace waistband. Chip will flip-out when he sees me wearing these, I thought to myself. "You're golfing with Chip...why?...you don't golf!" Jenny was rather incredulous when she heard my story. "I, ah...he's going to show me how...I've always wanted to learn the game," I lied. We drove to 'our place' on Saturday morning. It was another beautiful day in May and I spread out the blanket on the ground while he brought over the cooler from the trunk of his car. We embraced and kissed. I stripped for him while he stood and watched. His eyes opened wide when he saw me standing wearing only Jenny's pink panties. I saw the bulge in his pants grow larger. I dropped to my knees and satisfied him with my hands and mouth. When he recovered from his orgasm he peeled the panties off my hips and had me on all fours. His wonderful cock slid in-and-out of my hole a long time. Not having masturbated all week, my own cock trembled and throbbed throughout the fucking. Suddenly, he wrapped the panties around my cock and stroked me to an earth-shattering orgasm. He caught all my cum in the panties. He fucked me two more times that day. One time he had me stand and bend over and grab my ankles. I was afraid I'd fall but his strong hands kept me upright as he thrust into me with long, powerful strokes. Three times he stroked my cock with the panties while he fucked me in the ass, and three times I unloaded copious amounts of semen into my sisters' panties. By the time we had to leave, Jenny's panties were absolutely drenched with my cum. While we were getting dressed, I asked him for the panties. He smiled and shook his head and said, "No...I'm going to keep these as a souvenir of today..." I took that as the ultimate compliment, I smiled at him with genuine love in my heart. I had never cum more than once in a day until I'd been with him. I was tired and drained as he drove me home. We didn't talk. As I opened the car door to leave, he said he'd be in touch. That was the last time I saw Chip Conner outside of school. We only had two more weeks until we graduated and I spent every moment feeling bewildered and confused. I had no idea why Chip ignored me, and even refused to say anything to me the few brief opportunities we had to speak with each other. I was crushed; devastated. I sat next to Jenny at graduation. When Chip stood up to receive his diploma, it was all I could do to fight back the tears. "Are you alright?" Jenny asked me. "I'm fine...I'm fine..." was all I could say. I awoke from my reverie to concentrate on driving home to the city. The memories of Chip had stirred my emotions, and I discovered my prick had grown stiff in my pants. I fought the urge to stroke it. Instead, I thought about Tony. I knew he'd be all over me when I got to his apartment. When I knocked on the door and he opened it I went inside and into his arms. We kissed and embraced. I stripped to my gym shorts; I wasn't wearing my string bikini briefs and my cock immediately grew hard against the nylon material of the gym shorts. He was wearing his boxers. I began kissing my way down his chest but he stopped me before I fell to my knees. "Let's save this for later..." he said, "...I have a surprise for you, baby." I wondered what was going on as we sat on the couch. He'd never turned down a blow-job in his life. He opened a bottle of red wine and poured a glass for each of us. When he gave me the wine, he sat at the far end of the couch. I felt a little hurt. I heard voices coming from the tv and saw he'd been watching a movie. I focused and discovered it was gay porn; it was about three guys having a ménage a trois; we watched it in silence. My hard-on wouldn't go away. I could see the bulge in his shorts and wondered why he didn't have me suck him or bend over for his cock. He kept looking at his watch. I began to suspect what kind of 'surprise' he had planned. Tony was not a subtle kind-of-guy. When he looked at his watch again I snuck a look at the clock on the wall—it was almost eight o'clock. A few minutes later, when I heard a slight tapping on the front door I wasn't surprised. Tony opened the door and a young boy rushed into his arms—they kissed—longer than I thought appropriate. It was obvious they'd done it before—my heart sank in despair and jealousy. "Baby..." Tony said, "...I want you to meet Kyle." We smiled at one another. Then in a high-pitched, whiney-faggot voice Kyle cooed, "Oooo-looksie—a pajama party!" He quickly stripped off his clothes until he stood wearing nothing but yellow, diaphanous panties. I could clearly see his hairless penis and balls through the sheer material. I was stunned—and hurt. I wondered how long they had been seeing each other. Tony poured more wine. Kyle sat close to me on the couch. We watched a few more minutes of the movie then Tony moved to his leather chair that faced the couch. "You know, baby..." Tony began, "...I would love to see you and Kylie get to know each other better." 'Kylie'? Good grief.... Kylie immediately set down his glass and threw an arm around my shoulder. He took the wine from my hand and set that down, too. We gazed at each other—he stroked my hair. My heart beat faster. The moment of truth had arrived. What was I going to do? Was I going to accept this situation? Was I going to allow Tony to manipulate me into having sex with another guy? He is an awfully cute boy, I told myself. Just then he kissed me. His lips were soft and warm and he was a wonderful kisser. My cock throbbed in my shorts. Kylie took my hand and placed it on his semi-rigid cock. I squeezed his cock through the panties. It felt sooo good. I stroked it until he was hard as a rock. We continued kissing. We both moaned. "Baby, why don't you make Kylie cum in his panties...." I heard Tony's words floating in the air. I couldn't help myself. I rubbed Kylie's stiff prick through his panties. I remembered the exquisite feelings when Chip stroked me as I wore Jenny's panties. Suddenly, Tony was standing close to us. He pulled off his boxers and his hard cock bobbed in the air before our faces. "Why don't you boys take turns on my cock...." he said softly. I had one arm around Kylie while the other I was busy stroking his cock so Kylie took hold of Tony's cock and guided it to my mouth. I opened wide and used my lips and tongue on his purple cockhead. It was hot and delicious in my mouth. I stroked Kylie slowly; I wanted to tease him and make him beg for release. Kylie took the cock from my mouth and used his hands and lips and tongue to pleasure Tony. Kylie guided the action. He would suck Tony for awhile—then he would aim Tony's cock at my mouth and my head would lean forward to swallow his glans. The front of Kylie's panties became moist with pre-cum. I stroked him faster. Kylie took Tony's cock from my mouth and I groaned in disappointment. I heard Tony chuckling. Kylie sucked Tony and stroked his cock faster-and-faster. My cock throbbed and my balls cried out for release, but nobody was touching me. I felt Kylie's body stiffen—he filled his panties with cum and soaked my fingers. Kylie stroked and sucked Tony's cock faster and when Tony shouted out, Kylie removed his mouth and jerked Tony to orgasm. Kylie aimed Tony's cock at my face and shot-after-shot of hot cum covered my cheeks and nose and chin. No one touched my cock and I wanted to cry out in frustration. Tony presented his deflated cock to my lips, and said, "Baby, clean my cock." I used my mouth and lips to clean the cum off his cock. Then he directed me to kneel between Kylie's legs, remove his panties, and clean the cum off his cock. When I'd done that, he made me take Kylie's panties into my mouth and clean them with my tongue. I heard Tony whisper to Kylie, in a not-so-low voice, "See...I told you what a cum-slut he is, huh?" Kylie giggled and I lowered my cum-stained, scarlet face in shame. The boy sensed my feelings and fell to his knees before me. He had my shorts around my ankles before I knew it. He took my five-inch cock into his mouth and I shouted and gasped at the feel of his smooth tongue and soft, pliant lips. He sucked me for about a minute then Tony announced, "That's enough—let's go to the bedroom!" When Kylie released my throbbing prick from his mouth I cried out in frustration. Tony laughed and Kylie took my hand as I walked between them to the bedroom. I had to admit that I liked the boy. "How old are you?" I asked him. "Oh, I just turned eighteen—we had a wonderful birthday party last week—didn't we, Tony?" Last week? I wondered. The son-of-a-bitch had been cheating on me for at least a week. I didn't have time to dwell on it. When we made it to his bed he and Kylie lie on their backs and Tony made me kneel between his legs. He pulled back his legs exposing his anus to me. "Get me hard again, baby—then I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget!" Before I planted my lips on his puckered anus, I watched as Kylie caressed Tony's face and hair. Kissing and cooing at him. My heart was heavy with despair; I wanted to get up and march out of there. I cursed myself for being so weak as I curled my tongue and pushed it into Tony's asshole. When I got Tony hard, I figured his cock would finally give me relief—I was wrong. He had me kneel between Kylies legs and suck his asshole, too. Kylie eagerly spread his legs for me and I saw his beautiful, pink rosebud. I kissed and lapped at it. When I pushed my tongue into him I swooned at his sweet and delicious taste. I was too far gone with lust now to care what Tony had me do. I was finally bending over now at the end of the bed. Kylie was on his knees; he lubricated my anus with his tongue. "OOhhh God..." I groaned. "Kylie, sweetheart, take my cock and put it in his pussy," Tony said. I ignored the 'sweetheart' comment and braced myself for a good fucking. Tony didn't waste any time pushing his cock into me. I cried-out at the suddenness and pain as he brutally thrust his cock into me. His hands held my hips in place and I couldn't escape his lust-filled cock. Suddenly, I felt Kylies mouth swallow my cock and I moaned with pleasure. The pain disappeared from my hole and I felt nothing but pure ecstasy. Tony sawed in-and-out of me but it was Kylie's mouth that gave me the biggest thrill. I had to admit this kid was one helluva cocksucker. The cum was churning in my balls and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I pushed my hips back and met Tony's vigorous thrusts with my own. When his cock struck my prostate I exploded and Kylie sucked and swallowed a gallon of my hot cum. Tony shouted and I felt his jizz fill my asshole. When he pulled out, Kylie licked at my hole and devoured Tony's cum as it oozed from my hole. I collapsed on the bed. When our breathing returned to normal, Tony said, "Baby...this bed is too small for the three of us...why don't you go ahead and go home now." It was like I'd been hit with a brick. Kylie hid his face on Tony's chest. Tears welled in my eyes but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I fought the tears back, gathered up my clothes, and rushed home as fast as I could. I had barely slammed my door shut when the dam burst and I fell to my knees and cried. The tears gathered in a puddle on my living room carpet. 'Everything works out for the best'—at least, that's how I rationalized Tony dumping me for a younger and cuter guy. Jenny moved in with me the following week. She was starting her new job, and the way she figured, after two months of saving her paychecks, she would be able to move into a nice apartment of her own. I was very happy she was here. We fell into a nice routine. I got home from work an hour earlier than she did, and I had dinner waiting for her when she got home. She was surprised that I could cook. "I didn't know you were so domesticated, little brother," she said with a laugh. I explained that due to my low-paying job I couldn't afford to eat out much. "It's amazing the number of inexpensive recipes you can find on the Internet," I said. She'd been staying with me a few weeks when she walked into the bathroom one morning. I was brushing my teeth and I was wearing my black, string bikini briefs. She'd opened the door, giggled and then said, "Oooo, what cute panties." Then she left. My face flushed but with a mouthful of toothpaste I couldn't correct her. That night while we ate dinner we made small talk then I remembered the incident from that morning. "Oh, by the way," I said smiling, "...I don't wear panties...I buy my underwear in the men's department." Actually, because of my smallish frame I had to buy them in the boy's department, but she didn't need to know that. She didn't respond. I decided maybe it was time to break-out another fictitious girlfriend. "You know...I met a nice girl at work today—she just started working there—I think I might ask her out," I said. A sad, wistful smile spread across Jenny's face. "Sweetie..." she said, "...can we quit playing this game?" Huh? I wondered. "What do you mean," I asked. I felt my pulse racing and I was beginning to perspire. "Johnny...oh Johnny..." she whispered, she looked down at her food and continued, "...please stop lying to me...I know you like guys," she looked me in the eyes, "...that's okay with me—I just want you to be happy, that's all." OH MY GOD—SHE KNEW!! Tears welled in my eyes—I couldn't bear to look at her. She pulled her chair next to mine and placed her arm around me and pulled me closer to her. Her touch—the intimacy of her touch made the tears roll down my cheeks. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I'm so ashamed!" I cried. She stroked my shoulders and said, "No-no, don't cry—sweetie, there's nothing to be ashamed about!" I turned to her and took her in my arms and broke down. I cried on her shoulder. She stroked my head and cooed soothing words to me. When I finished crying I dried my face with a napkin. "I didn't want any of you guys to know..." my voice trailed off. She continued stroking my back and hair, and said, "Sweetie...oh Johnny...we all know!" Three Boyfriends My face turned ashen with fright. She sensed my horror and said, "You can't be ashamed of this—you can't be ashamed of who you are!" I gathered myself. We cleared the dishes from the table and she poured us both a glass of wine. My hand was shaking so much I had trouble not spilling. We sat next to each other on the couch. After a long, long silence I finally asked, "How did you find out?" I could see she didn't want to tell me. She looked away—took a sip of wine—and I noticed that her hand began a slight trembling. "Please," I said, "...how did you find out?" She took a deep breath and said, "Chip Conner told me." OH MY GOD, I thought. How could he? "Sweetie..." she began, "...he tried to blackmail me into having sex with him...he, uh...he showed me a pair of my panties that he said you stole...he said you wore them for him...he told me—in graphic detail, what you two did together...he said if I didn't have sex with him he would tell mom and dad..." I hid my face in my hands. Now my shame was complete! "Jenny...I'm so-so sorry you had to—" She cut me off, and said, "No, sweetie—I didn't have sex with him—I blackmailed HIM!...I told him if he didn't leave us alone I'd tell his parents and everyone at school—that he'd probably lose his football scholarship!" Why hadn't I thought of that? I wondered. But I knew the answer—I had wanted to be with him. A second glass of wine made me talk freely. I told her how I felt about Chip—she didn't understand how I could like him—but she listened with a sympathetic ear. I admitted my affair with Tony. She said, "Yeah, I can understand that—he's a good-looking guy." I told her how he dumped me for Kylie. "Yeah, I met him—he's a darling boy—younger than you, too," she said, and broke out in laughter. I laughed along, "Oh, I know—I'm just a broken-down old hag!" We talked for hours—it was wonderful. We talked about everything—but I didn't mention anything about the years between Chip and Tony. I told her I stayed to myself. I said I stayed home and worked on my writing—which was partly true. I couldn't tell her what I was really doing—some things in life a person needs to keep to themselves. It was late and we needed sleep. We kissed good-night and she asked, "You're not going to start borrowing my panties are you?" I looked at her and said, "I don't think so--mine are much prettier than yours!" We laughed and went to sleep. It was during my job interview with the department manager, Elaine, when she saw where I lived, she said, "Oh, you live close to 'Homo Heaven'—you go there much?" I didn't know what she was talking about but my face turned beet-red. "I, ah...no, I don't know—" She interrupted me, laughing she said, "I'm kidding...it's a park near where you live...at night, guys hang out there, if you know what I mean." A couple weeks after starting the job I was sitting at home one night. It was a Friday night and I was off work for the weekend and I was tired of staying home. I couldn't afford to go anywhere, so I decided to walk to the park. It was very dark except for a walking path that was lit up. I sat in the shadows for awhile and watched. Every now and then a guy would walk around the path and suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, he was joined by another guy. They spoke for awhile then headed off into the darkness. I watched several couples hook up and then I went home. The next night I wore a tee shirt and the skimpy navy blue gym shorts I had just bought. When I got to the park my pulse was racing wildly. I took a deep breath and headed to the walking path. The whole thing only took about two minutes. Before I knew what was happening a guy had come out of the shadows and was walking beside me. "Hi," he said, "...want some company?" He was older, maybe in his thirties. He wasn't handsome but he wasn't ugly, either. "Sure," I said, mustering up all the courage I could. "Follow me," he said. I walked behind him into the darkness. He found a secluded place on the grass and we sat down close together. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch—his cock was throbbing inside his pants. "What do you want to do," he asked. My heart pounded; I squeezed and stroked his hard-on and said, "I want to suck you." I became a regular visitor to 'Homo Heaven' until I met Tony. It was the one thing about me that I felt no one else in the world ever needed to know. Like I said, there are some things in your life that needs to remain private. Jenny found a great two-bedroom apartment and wanted me to move in with her. I thanked her, but declined her offer, and said, "Like a great and wise woman once said, 'It's time to give the boy some privacy'," we laughed and laughed. I worked hard on my writing. It was sort of auto-biographical, but not really. I used events in my life, but embellished the characters and dialogue. Many times I fought the urge to walk to the park. I wanted that part of my life behind me. One day Jenny called and said she got tickets to a ballgame from her company. I said, "Sure, I'd like that." I met her at the gate. She was with a co-worker of hers named, David. We found our seats and were having a beer. I was sitting next to David and he asked if I'd ever been to a game before. "Oh, sure..." I said "...about four years ago I—" I saw Jenny looking at me. "...well, not really, I was supposed to go about four years ago but I never made it." Jenny smiled and sat back. David was a fascinating man. I guessed him to be about thirty; he was handsome and in great shape. He said he worked out every day in the gym at work. We seemed to have a lot in common even though he had a PHD in Computer Sciences, and was the youngest person ever to head up the Research and Development department at their company. We spent more time talking than we did watching the game. After the game we had dinner at a nice restaurant. When David excused himself to go to the men's room, Jenny asked, "Well, what do you think?" I furrowed my brow and asked her, "Think about what?" "David, you ninny." "You mean—" She interrupted and said, "Yes, little brother, you're on a blind date—both of you are—I thought you might like each other." "You mean, he's—" "...as a three-dollar bill," she smiled. I was at home finishing up the last story for my book. I decided to call it, "Love, Deception and Lies: Stories of an Inhibited Young Man Growing-Up Gay." The phone rang—it was David. He asked if I wanted to have dinner. I said, "I'd love to." Jenny called right after David and asked if I wanted to meet her for dinner. Well, David just called—I'm going to meet him for dinner tonight." She softly laughed, and said, "WOW! What does that make this? Like your sixth date in two weeks?" "Seventh," I said, "...but who's counting?" She laughed then got serious, "He really-really likes you!" I smiled, "I know—I really-really like him, too—he's everything I ever dreamed about in a man!" "You're a lucky guy, little brother!" She loved to call me 'little brother' because I was born twenty minutes after her. "I'm a very lucky guy," I said, "...I might invite him back here to spend the night—we haven't---" "Whoa-whoa-whoa—TMI, little brother—Too Much Information!" We laughed and laughed and laughed....