Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2002 12:12:58 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Terms Of Living - Chapter 5 Gay/Bi - A/Y

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Terms of Living
By Tom Cup
Chapter 5
Old Dog, New Trick

"What shall we do today?" Andrew asked no sooner than we had broken from
your hello kiss.

"Well, hello to you too."

"Hi, what should we do today?"

As I have mentioned, boys this age can remain marvelously focused when the
subject matter interests them. To be fair, however, the same question had
occurred to me. I don't think heterosexual couples think of sex, in general,
in the same way that homosexual couples do. This may seem obvious on the
surface but it is not, at least it wasn't to me.  With Connie there were one
or two common ways to engage in sex: the missionary position or if I was
being particularly daring on our sides facing each other. Both were joyful
unions for me. Connie and I always made love slowly and tenderly. We simply
enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies. It always surprised me when she
clenched at me with her hands, eyes squeezed shut, panting breathlessly; I
shortly followed receiving the most thrill when my lover was fulfilled. I
never thought of other possibilities, or positions, in our love play.  But I
was in a new world, with new rules of play.  There were more possibilities
to explore.

For instance it never occurred to me to massage my wife to orgasm as I had
Andrew.  I had masturbated myself occasional during our marriage but it
always left me with a tang of guilt, like I snuck and ate the last bit of
ice cream without sharing it. Such enjoyment I felt should be shared. But my
new terms of living set no such conditions.  I was free, expected, to
explore my sexuality with and without my lover by my side. -- I discovered I
loved to massage my testicles and pinch my nipples, the action sent wave
after wave of pleasure rippling through my body. -- Also, the use of the
mouth as an instrument of delivering pleasure seemed, well, unnatural during
my marriage but with Andrew it was a sacred act I trembled to commence. Of
course there was anal sex, which I was not ready to explore -- more out of
fear of hurting Andrew -- but was also on the list of possibilities.  It
simply seemed that when males engaged in sex with one another that
exploration of different realms of pleasure was mandated.  This added an
electrifying expectation to the love play. Nothing was assumed. There was no
worry about the time of the month. If one party was aroused there was little
chance of the other not becoming aroused. At least in my brief experience
this is what I was learning.

"I don't know," I answered, "Why don't we sit and cuddle for awhile."

"I have a better idea."

Andrew booted the computer.  I was again surprised at what I saw. We sat and
looked at various pictures of males engaged in sexual activity with one
another.  I didn't ask how he found these sites but I was curious as to how
he got into them.

"These are clubs," he told me, "They're rules are different from the pay
sites and pay sites are usually rip offs anyway.  I got some passwords to a
couple of them from a guy I was chatting with online and..."

"Chatting?"

"My God John, would you join this century?" he laughed.

And so another crash course in computing began.  He taught me how to do
searches, what keywords were, how to join groups, how to create folders and
download the pictures that I enjoyed, how to initiate chat and how to post
on bulletin boards. My mind was a blur and I again marveled at this
generation that so many said lacked the ingenuity and work ethic of mine.
This generation's ingenuity and work ethic dwells on a different plain, I
discovered. My generation measured these things in the concrete. This
generation's efforts dwelt in the abstract. It took work to find and
understand where they were going.

"What's crazy is that the day we bought this computer it was already
obsolete," Andrew said, "Technology is moving really fast. By the time I'm
your age the mouse and keyboard will be a things of the past."

"Then how in the world will you type anything?"

"You won't. You'll just talk to the computer, tell it what you want and it
will do it. Dad's working on that. They have the prototypes, they're just
trying to make it affordable."

I stared at my young mentor.  He was as amused as I was when I first started
teaching him to play chess.  If learning new things kept you young, I
thought, then I would live forever.  I continued to play with the new
knowledge that Andrew had given me while he went off to prepare something
for us to eat. My eyes burned and were weary by the time he called me away
from the computer and still I did not want to leave.

"OK," Andrew lectured as we ate the lemon chicken with cream sauce over a
bed of pasta, "You got to limit yourself. That's one thing about the
computer it never gets tired. It won't say, `John I'm tired we should get
some rest.' It will keep going, letting you explore, read or whatever as
long as you sit there. So I have an egg timer in my room. I have to set it
to remind me when I need to get off, especially when I'm gaming."

"Gaming?"

"Yeah, they have some really cool games online but they suck you in if
you're not careful. Man, you think you've been at it only a few minutes and
look up and it's been hours.  I'd never get my homework done if didn't have
the egg timer."

I found that the games didn't really interest me but enjoyed seeing this
side of Andrew's world, and agreed that the play was quite fascinating.  The
games Andrew preferred challenged reason; they were advanced puzzles and
mysteries in virtual three-dimensional worlds. It almost seemed that one
could step directly into those worlds. I was in awe of the technology.

"It's really the software that is doing it," Andrew said, "not the
hardware." He then explained the difference to me.

I was exhausted from the lessons I learned, and I was excited. I eagerly
explored more of this virtual world, this thing called the web, and the
Internet, after Andrew and I parted for the night.  I was a kid again
exploring a new toy given to me by my favorite uncle. I was the
sixteen-year-old out for the first time with my Dad's new car. I was so
overjoyed with my new found talents that it was well past three in the
morning before I realized how correct Andrew had been in his warning. I
forced myself away from the keyboard and put myself to bed, smiling warmly
over my lover's instruction and wisdom.

*****

"You stayed up later than you should have, didn't you?" Andrew chastened.

"Yes, you were right. It can become quite addictive."

He laughed hopping up onto the dining room table.  I didn't bother telling
him how improper it was to sit on the table. He knew. He tilted his head and
smiled at me, the look said, `aren't you going to say anything?' My response
was to move into him and kiss him passionately.

"You're a bit wound up today," he smiled. I laughed.  As a matter of fact, I
was feeling quite aroused. "So what did you get off the computer last
night?"

I was a bit flustered by the question and embarrassed by some of the
pictures I had downloaded. I was never the porn type but now found I
couldn't get enough of looking at the beautiful bodies of the young men that
I found on the web. I hesitated a bit longer than Andrew liked. I sighed and
he said, "John this is part of it, we share." I relented and we walked to
the computer and I opened the file for him to view. I had of course download
a lot of single model sets but he only glanced at those briefly before
moving on to the couples. He commented as he went along with, "I like that
one," or "Yeah, seen that one," or a simple  "Hmmmm."  I watched him more
fascinated with his reaction than what he was viewing. I saw him reach for
his groin a few times, which caused my own member to draw my attention.
Finally he turned to me and said, "I want to try that." I looked at the
screen and there was a picture of two men engaged in fellatio. They're heads
were in each other's groins at the same time. Andrew told me it was commonly
known as '69.' I understood the reasoning immediately.

"So can we," he asked shyly.

My `yes' came as a hoarse whisper.  Andrew stood, took my hand and led me to
our bedroom. I was trembling as he undressed before me. I copied his
movements, removing the articles of my clothing that he removed. We stood
staring at each other in the nude, both fully aroused, and smiling
bashfully. Andrew slid in the bed first and I followed suit. We cuddled for
a time, both unsure of how to get things started. The warmth of our bodies
mingled. We stroked each other for a time, receiving pleasure from the
stimulation of each other's touch while our mouths explored one another's
mouths. Andrew again initiated our progress. He slid under the covers and I
felt the current of his hot breath on my penis. It sent an electric thrill
through my body. I had to concentrate to maintain control; the thought of
what was about to transpire with my young lover was pushing me close to
orgasm. His feet appeared at my head.  He continued to position himself
until his groin area was visible to me. I felt his nose brush the base of my
penis; I breathed deeply savoring the warm smell of his adolescent
pubescence. I rubbed my face in his groin hearing him moan beneath me. My
cheeks caressed his organ. He was throbbing, as was I. I licked his under
sac and felt him beginning to kiss up and down the base of my shaft. Oh! How
wonderfully delicious I felt. I took the tip of his penis into my mouth. His
body stiffened for a moment, his legs straightened and his buttock became
tense. I could hear him panting. I circled my tongue around his cylinder and
he relaxed. I felt his hand circle my penis and guide the head into his
mouth.

The taste of him was miraculous, the fluid that leaked from him a gift from
the gods, no, the very drink of the gods themselves. I sank on his shaft as
he slowly rotated his hips and bathed mine with the inner workings of his
mouth. His pubic mound became wet with the liquid from my mouth. I lapped at
him, taking in as much of him as I could, loving his fleshy hardness. He was
attacking my member with the determination of a wild beast in for the kill.
Pressures like nothing I had ever known built in my loins. His penis grew
harder in my mouth. He released my penis and groaned a lengthy, "Oh..." He
spasmed and jets of creamy liquid coated my tongue. I used the liquid as
lubricant as I continued suckling him, enjoying the feel, and the taste of
his orgasm. As his penis continued to throb and the tide of his orgasm
subsided he again filled his mouth with my organ. This time it was my turn
to groan aloud. The joy of his fulfillment overwhelmed me. My testicles drew
into my body and I released myself to him, eyes closed, in a trembling wave
of grunts and pantings.


*****

We sat nude, chatting in bed, holding each other and analyzing our play.
Andrew told me that the next time he wanted to go first, he wanted to have
me come and then be suckled by me.

"I liked it," he said, "but it's kinda distracting to do it while someone
else is doing you, especially at the end, cause I couldn't take it anymore."

"Oh," I said, "I suppose. I liked it nonetheless. I enjoyed the sensation of
taking you over the edge."

He laughed, punched me lightly, lovingly, and blushed a bit. "You dirty old
man," he teased.

"I suppose I am," I replied, "Indeed, I suppose I am."

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