Date: Tue, 07 Jun 2005 00:55:01 -0400
From: The Gargoyle <thegarg0yle@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Weird Little Sex Life - Part 6

Contents of entire biography:

Part 1:
AGE 5 (background, feet, mast)
THREE APPROACHES (mm seduction, no sex)
AGE 13-15 (mast, exhib)
AGE 16-17 (exhib)
OLD MacDONALD (M/F/m-teen, voy, first time)

Part 2:
HIGH SCHOOL (fant, mast, no sex)
OUT (mast, mm-teens, oral, first time gay)

Part 3:
[untitled] (M/m-teen, mast, feet, oral, anal)
GERALD (background, feet, M/m-teen)

Part 4:
LIFE WITH GERALD (MM, mm-teens, MMM, oral, mast, exhib,)

Part 5
THE INCREDIBLE TRAVIS (Mm, MMm, MMFm, exhib, feet)

Part 6
THE INCREDIBLE TRAVIS CONT'D (feet)
GERALD REVISITED (MMM, M/m-teen, exhib, group)

These chapters coming soon:

Part 7
WORSHIPPING TRAVIS (Mm, Fm, feet, exhib, oral)

Part 8
FATHER FIGURE (Mm, fm, mast, feet)
SERGE (MM, MMM, group, oral, anal, exhib)
EPILOGUE (MM)


My Weird Little Sex Life
Part 6

By The Gargoyle

The following content is absolutely true. I've altered most of the
biographical and geographical names in effort to maintain anonymity and also
to avoid duplication of given names, which I know can be confusing.


THE INCREDIBLE TRAVIS CONT'D

   Eventually Lois, Carson and Gerald went to bed leaving Travis and I alone
at the fire, he still naked and sitting very close to me on the bench. I had
been softly rubbing his shoulders, back and neck the back of his head. I
adored every minute of it and took long looks at his flaccid dick, not
worried whether he noticed my gaze or not.
   I let the fire die and asked him if he was ready for bed. He wanted to go
for a walk first. Perhaps he wished to walk off some of the drunkenness and
avoid throwing up as he was somewhat prone to do. He climbed into boxers
despite my assurances that we wouldn't be seen and that he was welcome to
streak.
   On our walk we came to the tennis courts. The gate was unlocked and we
went inside. He took a barefoot jog around the court before grasping onto
the tall fence and beginning to climb. I rushed up behind him worried he
might fall. Under the guise of spotting him I caressed the back of his
smooth legs as he climbed.
   "That's far enough, buddy! Come on. Come down," I urged. He obeyed, thank
goodness and descended. As his butt was even with my face he seemed to start
to slip. I suspect he was well aware of my proximity and was purposely
initiating contact, but I'm not sure. I immediately threw my arms around him
without thought to where I was grabbing him. As it were, my right arm
wrapped around his waste, the left slipped between his legs and I clamped
onto his package, dick, balls and all! I held him in this awkward and
intimate way and guided him to the ground.
   We made our way to the shore - a different spot then before - not by the
dock. Here there was a picnic table on the narrow beach. He sat on the top
of it, feet on the bench. I sat on the bench beside his feet. We both faced
the water. We talked about serious things - relationships, sex, religion,
goals in life - things he would never talk about when sober. I eventually
worked my way around so that I was facing him. I caressed his foot, his
slightly fuzzy shin, his cute knee and eventually, his smooth thigh. He
didn't seem to mind.
   Finally we returned to the lodge. We didn't have to discuss sleeping
arrangements. He went straight to my bed and sat on it. Gerald, his bed in
the same room, awoke. We didn't like to sleep in the same bed - at home or
at the lodge. This was no symptom of relationship problems as some
dull-minded associates would allude to. One gets a better night's sleep with
a bed to one's self. It's common sense.
   Gerald conversed with Travis as I fetched a rag and soaked it. I returned
to the bedroom as Gerald left for the bathroom. I carefully wiped the boy's
dusty feet clean. He then stretched out on the bed and scooted over to the
far side - by the wall. It warmed my heart that he simply assumed we would
sleep together and had no objection. I climbed in beside him and lay on my
back. After a moment Gerald returned.
   "Is he asleep?"
   "I dunno. Travis, you asleep?" No answer. The poor thing had crashed
instantly - unless he was choosing not to answer. Gerald dropped to his
knees and gently sucked each of Travis's toes before returning to his bed.
   I rolled over to face my young bed partner.
   "Good night sweetie," I whispered. "I love you." I put an arm around him.
I silently shed some tears. They were neither tears of joy or of sorrow - or
perhaps both. I just felt so much love for him that the emotion overwhelmed
me.

   Perhaps it was two weeks later when Travis came to the lodge for another
overnighter. There was no skinny-dipping, no nudity. At bedtime we retired
to my bedroom. Gerald hadn't come this weekend so there was no reason for
Travis and I to share a bed. But for the moment we both sat on Gerald's bed
and talked quietly. We hadn't drank all that much that night so I was
nervous about trying to initiate any contact. We talked about the old soccer
gang and some of the trouble and good times we'd gotten into. We laughed
quietly.
   Pulse racing, I slid a tad farther away from him on the bed and reached
for his shin. I tried to lift his leg but he held it firm for a moment,
somewhat alarmed, not understanding what I was up to.
   "It's okay," I said and tried again. He allowed me to move his leg so
that his bare foot was on my lap. I lovingly massaged his small feet,
alternating every ten minutes or so while we talked and laughed into the
night. Finally I gave him a hug, wrapping my arms and hands around his bare
back and shoulders and then went to my own bed. I had desperately wanted to
kiss his feet during the massage but didn't have the guts. But I was clever.
I knew how to get across this barrier.

   Returning home that Sunday Gerald was all ears as I recounted Travis's
visit. When I told him of the foot-rub, I told a lie. It was a good lie, a
fun lie, a necessary lie. I told him that each time I was about to switch
feet, I would give the sole of his foot a brief kiss. In essence, I had told
him I'd been kissing Travis's feet while Travis was sober and he hadn't
objected. This gave Gerald the impression that oral contact with Travis's
feet was sanctioned territory.
   A short time later we entertained friends at our home, Travis included.
He was the last to leave. When the others had gone, Gerald took a seat on
the floor in front of the couch, scooped up Travis's socked foot and began
to rub it. So I, sitting next to Travis, grabbed his other foot, pulled it
to my lap and did likewise. We continued to chat and watch TV. I stripped
off the sock and was thrilled all over again to have such a cute warm naked
foot in my hands.
   Gerald did likewise with the other foot. And then, believing it an
established routine, Gerald kissed Travis's naked foot! It turned me on
immensely to see this. Over the course of the next hour or so we competed to
give the boy the best foot rub. At one point I leaned forward and took
Travis's small toes in my mouth and sucked. Travis squealed and pulled away.
I released him.
   "Don't do that," he said.
   "You didn't mind a couple weeks ago at the lodge," I pointed out to no
reply.
   Though he objected to the toe-sucking he didn't seem to mind the kissing
and so we both kissed his feet - top and bottom - on several occasions.
Finally we surrendered his cute feet, not wanting to push the envelope too
much. We put his socks back on for him and soon after he left for home.
Gerald and I were both entirely turned on and immediately jerked off
together as soon as Travis left.
   This was the beginning of a pattern that would last for years. Gerald and
I - or more often, just I - would give him foot rubs almost every time we
got together; at our house, his apartment (he moved away from his mom's
house), even at other friend's houses in front of an audience! To this day I
still give him the occasional foot rub and still kiss his feet or toes. He
still has soft smooth little feet.
   But there were also times that I got to explore other parts of his firm
young body!


GERALD REVISITED

   Gerald and I continued to explore our exposure kink. He was a very good
house painter and he did some painting for our friend Pat - the somewhat
older fellow that I met my second time out to the gay support group and who
became a very close friend.
   Gerald did the painting in the nude while Pat hung around and later they
lounged in the living room talking, Gerald still naked, lying on the couch,
his dick often hard while Pat stayed fully clothed.
   On another occasion Pat slept over in our guest room. We left our bedroom
door open and Pat discovered us having sex with the light on when he got up
to use the bathroom. We invited him in and he was full of compliments for
Gerald's body and felt him up liberally before returning to the guestroom.

   Owen was a cute younger fellow who we met while he dated a friend of
ours. After breaking up, Owen severed ties with our circle of friends except
for Gerald and I. One evening as he visited us in our home the conversation
kept turning to sex and Owen seemed to be the instigator.
   "If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to engineer a
threesome!" I said.
   "But I am!" he said with a sweet grin. That was all it took and Gerald
and I began stripping him naked. He had a very smooth sturdy body, cute
feet, and as we pulled down his boxer shorts we found he had a very big
dick. Gerald, the more expert cock-sucker went to town on it and Owen
continually begged him to be rougher. He was not at all sensitive. He liked
his dick nibbled and loved it when I rubbed it against my unshaven jaw.
   Gerald eventually got naked but I preferred to stay dressed as I usually
do when a partner has a nicer body than mine. To me sex is rarely about
reciprocation. It's all about the worship of the beautiful one. I did take
out my dick though and jerk off while we played.

   I came home from soccer one night and saw a strange pair of shoes by the
front door. I went immediately to the bedroom and was thrilled to find
Gerald and Owen going at it in the dark. I joined the fun. At one point
Gerald took Owen's smallish foot in his hands and began to lick his sole and
suck his toes. I came immediately.

   My first real boyfriend, Ted - still the only partner I've ever had great
two-way reciprocal sex with - came back into our lives when he moved back to
our city. Gerald was talking to him on the phone one evening and he told me
to pick up the other extension. I did. Gerald was telling Ted how jealous he
had been back when Ted and I were dating because he had such a crush on both
of us. It became a rather explicit and sexy conversation. Ted was in a
relationship but an 'open' one and soon we arranged a date for a threesome.
   It was great fun. Ted still had a great body. We all stripped each other
and took turns getting worshipped by the other two. I sucked Ted while
Gerald rimmed his ass. They put their lips together with my dick between and
basically blew me simultaneously while four hands explored my chest and my
balls. It was a wild sensation.
   Gerald loved it. It was a fantasy finally come true for him. He took
photographs of Ted and I going at it but the photo store wouldn't print
them. He still has the negatives.

One evening Ted and two other friends ended up at our place at the same
time. The other two friends had both at one time or another been privy to
one of Gerald's naked 'performances'. Whether they had shared this
information with each other I don't know. We put together a spontaneous
dinner and afterwards just relaxed at the table, opened more wine and beer
and got nicely buzzed.
   Gerald disappeared for a moment and returned wearing just a pair of
shorts. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I reached back
and felt my way to his zipper.
   "Hey, what are you doing?" he cried playfully.
   "He's taking off your shorts, what do you think?" stated Ted, clearly
game for what we had in mind.
   "But I'm not wearing underwear!" said Gerald.
   "So!" said Ted. I eyed our other friends. One looked like he was into it.
One looked a little nervous. Ted was all smiles. I turned in my chair and
swiftly deprived Gerald of his pants. He was naked. He played shy and tried
to hide behind me. I kept reaching back to touch him.
   Finally at Ted's encouragement he moved slightly to one side and rested
his hardening dick on my shoulder for all to see. I caressed it. It grew
harder. I guided him closer to the table - beside me. I played with his dick
for an audience of three.
   "Kiss it!" urged Ted. So I kissed it.
   "No!" said Ted, "Kiss means to suck it!"
   So I did. I sucked his dick in front of three friends. Ted left his seat
and came around to fondle his ass. He reached around and touched his chest.
He grabbed the chair Gerald had been sitting in, pulled it far back from the
table and sat down. He grabbed Gerald and pulled him back on to his lap. He
reached around and jerked Gerald off until he came. It was all quite erotic
- at least to four of us. The one guy wasn't too sure what to think.

   Gerald got into the gay chat rooms online. He 'met' a fellow named Eric
who claimed to be 16 and who lived in the neighboring town - not too far
from us. They agreed to meet. I didn't believe this person was really who he
said he was and was surprised when Gerald informed me they'd met.
   Not only had they met, but Gerald had given the kid a bare-foot rub and
later sucked him off. I was impressed to say the least.
   "But is he really only 16?" I asked.
   "No," said Gerald. "He'd lied about that online. He's only 15!"
   One night Gerald brought Eric to our home for a visit. He was a strange
kid from a broken home. He was thin and blonde. He was a smoker. He had a
nice body. He continued to get blowjobs from Gerald but the two of us didn't
hit it off particularly well. There was no real problem. Just a chemistry
thing. We talked about having a threesome some time but it never
materialized. Like I said, he was a bit of a weird kid and he talked about
maybe trying to get into the porn business! He wanted to do an audition
tape. His best friend was a girl his age who knew he was gay and she had a
video camera (her parents' actually) but they both lived at home of course.
   One evening Gerald showed up at our place with Eric, his girlfriend and
the camera. With very little embarrassment, the kid stripped naked, lay on
the couch and jerked himself off in front of the three of us while the girl
filmed it.
   He never did get into the porn business. He's now a young drag queen.

   We heard about a bar called the Crow's Nest that held a 'naked night'
every Friday. Supposedly patrons were welcome to strip naked on these
special nights. It sounded too weird to be true and not entirely legal.
Although, in hindsight the law does afford nudist groups the opportunity to
practice their customs in private settings. In fact I once showed up early
for a soccer game to find naked people of all age and gender having some
kind of gymnastic event at the arena. It was quite an eye-opener and a
turn-on too I must admit. The arena was city property so I must assume this
was all legal.
   The Crow's Nest was known as a leather-bar - not anything Gerald or I
were 'in' to, but nakedness we certainly were. We showed up on Friday to
find a fair crowd of which only two or three guys were naked - that is, they
were wearing nothing but shoes. They were significantly older gentlemen I
should add. There was a check-in guy who was very smiley and urged us to
check our clothes. I wouldn't dream of it but Gerald happily started to
strip. All his clothes went in a big plastic bag and I pocketed his chit.
   We walked around the bar. I was quite turned on seeing Gerald exposed to
such a crowd of dressed people. We got a lot of attention. I started playing
with his dick and he was rock hard in no time. Several admirers took great
notice of us as the crowd in the bar grew bigger.
   Now and then other men would grope his dick or his ass. A group of
teenagers came in but stayed clear of us. There was one who was very cute
and young-looking. Gerald and I both were attracted to him.
   At one point I went to the bar to get us both drinks while Gerald saved
our seats at the other side of the room. The bartender had been generous
with our drinks on account of Gerald putting on such a good show. While
standing at the bar I sensed someone come up beside me and I heard a voice
say:
   "Why do you keep hanging around that naked man?"
   I turned around and it was none other then the cute boy we'd been looking
at!
   "Because we're here together. He's my lover!" I said.
   "Oh."
   I asked what he was drinking and ordered him one on my tab. He smiled a
very sweet smile and thanked me and walked away.
   Later in the night a different youth approached Gerald and they talked
for some time. I couldn't hear them over the music. Finally the kid left and
Gerald turned to me, all smiles.
   "His name's Peter. Cute, isn't he?"
   "Yeah I guess. Not exactly my type."
   "Well, guess what, I know who IS your type. The one you talked to at the
bar. He's Peter's friend. His name's Nathan and he's 18 and he thinks you're
hot!"
   "Fuck off," I said and I meant it. Years ago I would have believed it
because I used to be very popular at the bars. But those days were gone.
   "I'm serious. Peter says that Nathan thinks you're the hottest guy in the
bar!" Now I was getting mad. I didn't believe this shit for a second.
   Peter came back to us with Nathan in tow. He introduced each of us to
Nathan and then resumed his conversation with Gerald while Nathan and I
stood together awkwardly. I simply could not believe this was going on.
   Nathan asked if we could go somewhere else to talk. I followed him to a
hallway where we were basically alone. We made small talk for a bit. I was
nervous. I still couldn't comprehend what was going on.
   "You know you're the hottest the guy in the bar tonight!" he said with a
big smile. I laughed out loud.
   "First of all, you must be crazy because I certainly am not. And
secondly- you're the hottest guy in the bar - by far!"
   Nathan stepped closer to me, grinning. "No, you are. And I don't know why
you want to hang out with that naked man!"
   "I told you. He's my lover."
   "Yeah well, he's going home with Peter tonight."
   "I don't think so," I said matter-of-factly. "He's not leaving me here!"
Nathan stepped closer still. His cute face was right in mine.
   "You can come home with me!" he said, and the next thing I knew we were
kissing. His lips were wonderfully soft. His tongue was delicious. I pulled
away.
   "I can't go home with you unless Gerald comes too." Nathan shook his head
in response. "I want to fuck you!" he announced.
   "No. I'm sorry. I don't do that. I wouldn't even undress in front of
you."
   "Why not?" he pouted.
   "'Cause you're beautiful. It wouldn't be right," said I.
   "What WOULD you do?"
   "I don't know. I'd like to see YOU naked!"
   He started kissing me again.
   "You're an awesome kisser!" I said. "You're making me hard." He took my
hand and placed it against his crotch. I wasn't the only one hard. Now I was
really turned on. I rubbed him purposefully. Our tongues did battle.
   "Christ, you feel big," I blurted. He undid his button and sucked in his
flat belly. I went down the front of his pants. No underwear. I found the
base of his hard dick and held it.
   Suddenly Gerald was there with us. Nathan immediately buttoned himself
back up. Gerald wanted to go home with Peter and wanted me to go home with
Nathan. I resisted. I wanted a threesome with Gerald and Nathan or else a
foursome. But nobody else wanted that. I finally conceded.
   We all piled into Gerald's car. He dropped Nathan and I off at a
townhouse complex and promised to be back in a couple hours.
   We went inside and a handful of other teenagers - guys and girls were in
the living room.
   "These are my roommates," he announced. "Guys, this is Chad." We all said
brief hello's and then Nathan led me to his tiny bedroom. It all seemed
rather strange and awkward.
   He was into art in a big way and his walls were covered in his own
drawings and paintings. I spent a while admiring them.
   He had a little couch in his room. No bed. Perhaps the couch was a
pull-out. I don't know. We sat on it and cuddled.
   "Let's get naked," he said.
   "I told you, I won't. You get naked."
   "We'll see!" he teased. We cuddled some more. We kissed. He was very
cute. I loved it.
   "Do you want to see my bum?" he asked suddenly.
   I laughed. "Yes!"
   He stood up, stepped to his desk and picked up a great coil bound book.
It was a sketchbook. He flipped to a drawing of a young man, lying face
down, naked. He certainly had a nice bum.
   "That's you?"
   "Yep!"
   "How'd you draw yourself?"
   "From a photograph!" He rifled through some belongings, turned up a photo
and surrendered it to me. It was definitely Nathan and he definitely had a
nice ass.
   "Are you sure that's you?" I teased.
   "Yes," he laughed.
   "I don't know, I think I'll need to see the real thing to be sure!"
   "Alright!" He leaned back and reached for his button. I stopped him.
   "Let me."
   He lay there passively while I undid his pants and tugged them off of
him. I eyed his big dick. It was a handsome one. Nathan stood and turned his
back to me. I touched his two sweet globes. I rubbed them, pinched them and
squeezed them. I leaned forward and kissed them. I sat him back down. I
knelt before him. His dick was hardening. It was a big one. I wouldn't be
able to take it all. I would embarrass myself for being a third-rate
cock-sucker. But I had to try.
   I fondled his dick. I stroked it. I loved the feel of it in my hand. I
kissed it. I licked it. I licked it some more. I went down.
   I sucked on the head of it, gave it lots of tongue. He was vocal,
appreciative. He ran his hand through my hair. I went for broke. I plunged
down further. I let it slide right down my throat. And I didn't gag!
Amazing. My first time suppressing the gag reflex. Gerald would be proud. It
was the best blow-job I'd ever given.
   I think Nathan liked it. His dick got really hard. I felt a subtle pulse
in his dick. I backed up so just the head was in my mouth and I grabbed the
shaft with my hand. Fluid poured on to my tongue. I drank his come. I sucked
him some more as he softened. Finally I released it from my mouth.
   Nathan was all tired now and wanted to just lie in my arms. I wanted that
too but made him takes his shirt off. He resisted because he had come. He
didn't feel as sexy any more. He was embarrassed. But I made him get naked
and we cuddled. I held his sweet nude body in my arms.
   Finally he got dressed and we went outside and sat on the curb. Gerald
eventually showed up and took me home. Nathan had given me his phone number
but I never called it. I don't know why I didn't. I never saw him again.


To be continued.

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