Date: Thu, 04 Nov 2004 21:06:01 +0530
From: John Debb <john_debb@hotmail.com>
Subject: Coming-Out-2

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Coming Out 2

"Uh, yes... I'm coming... Uh... Uh... I'm-" Suddenly I woke up. Shit! It
was a dream!  Damn! I wished I hadn't woke up at all. It was so good. Mark
and I were having a great session together. I looked down at my shorts. It
was wet and my semi-hard cock was clearly visible thorugh the sweat-soaked
cloth. This was the first time in my life that I've ever 'dreamed' of a
guy. God!

I had to stop this before I go crazy, but I'd already started the game and
hoped that it goes on well. But still the pessimist in me immediately drew
horrid images of Mark shouting at me, glaring at me... Stop it! I swung my
legs off the bed and reached for the bathroom to clean up the mess I've
done in my dreams.

Damn! This guy's making me crazy, and I'll have to get myself out of it
before I become full-blown crazy.

'Why don't you go to the Guys?' A voice inside me spoke up.

'What?' Where did that come from? To the 'Guys'? No I couldn't go there.
Going there would mean exposing myself. Oh no! I'm not going there, I told
myself.

'That would help you forget Mark. It'd take your mind off from him.' The
voice spoke again.

I wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but it seemed good to me. Whom am I
afraid of? What if people know I am a gay? It'd rather be nice if they knew
that I am a gay.  I hate it when nurses rub my thighs from under the table
in the canteens, trying to lure me into one of the restrooms. At least they
wouldn't do that if they know I am a gay. I took in a deep breath and
stepped out of the shower.

'Going to the Guys? Wow! A Nice way to start the weekend.' The voice spoke
up again. I smiled and neared the full-length mirror. 'Not bad, Chris. You
look good.'  The voice encouraged me. But you gotta work on that stomach,
which might grow into a belly soon.  I noted that in my mind and got
dressed - as usual a jeans and tee shirt.

Without more ado, I got into my car and tried to avoid looking at Mark's
house. I drove to the Guys. I'd never been to the Guys - the gay club,
before (obviously). But have seen it from the outside on my way to
hospital. It looked like any other club from the outside, and the hall
looked decent too. But inside, I heard, it's pretty hot. I never knew what
it meant. Anyways I'm gonna find out in a few minutes. I parked my car in
the lot and entered the club that looked normal, filled with men of
different categories, chatting, drinking, and enjoying the weekend. I
stepped into the hall tentatively. A man dressed in black and white, with a
black bow tie, neared me and welcomed me into the club. I said I was new to
the place. The guy nodded and showed me to a table. I looked around the
hall and couldn't believe myself. I was in a 'gay' bar! I felt slightly
apprehensive and almost jumped out of my seat when I felt a hand on my
shoulder. I turned around to see a chubby guy look down at me. Hey! I know
this guy! I've seen him in the hospital. I suddenly felt like running out,
with an explanation that I'd come to the wrong place, but I didn't do so. I
simply stared up at the man.

The guy seemed to sense my nervousness and said, "Hi! I'm Jon Pickles. I've
seen you at the Newton General." The guy extended his chubby hand. I took
it and shook it, introducing myself. My palm was slightly sweaty.

"Shall I have a seat?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah sure." I blurted, still not sure if the idea of coming to a
gay bar was a wise one.

"I see this is your first time?"

"Y-yes, it is."

"I know it's difficult for you the first time. You'd feel as if you've
taken a wrong decision."

Hey! Does this guy know mind reading or what?

"But no man, you've taken the 'right' decision. We gays shouldn't be
ashamed of ourselves. We haven't chosen to be gay. God has made us gay. No
one chooses their sexuality, man. If god hadn't liked gay men, he wouldn't
have created them.  So please don't feel you've done the wrong thing." He
smiled at me across the table.  The waiter arrived and I ordered a coffee
and Jon ordered the same.

"That was so good, Jon. Thanks." I smiled nervously at him. He was all fat.
His shirt was unbuttoned till his midriff, exposing his flabby, hairless
breasts.

"So, what brought you here?" He asked sipping his coffee.

"Um..." I wasn't sure what exactly brought me here. Why was I here? To find
some fuckbait so that I could get Mark out of my mind?

"I think you came here for some fun, huh?" The guy seemed to have read my
thoughts again.

I stared at him, my mouth almost forming an 'O'.

"Hey! Don't be surprised! I don't know no mind-reading. It's just that I
came here the first time for the same. They have a sauna in there, a pool,
and lots more.  Wanna come in?"

"Uh, I... Y-yes." I blurted and he took my hand in his and dragged me to
the rear end of the hall. He opened a door and led me in. I almost gasped
at the view. Man! This place was reeking of raw sex! The door led to a
bigger hall with a large pool at the centre.  There were couches around the
pool where men were having sex. 'Everyone' was naked!  There were twosome,
threesome, foursome, n-some... Guys were everywhere, in the pool, in the
couches, on the floor... Oh My God! I've never imagined I'd be in a place
like this ever.

"Hey! First free yourself of your clothes in the dressing room and then
this room is all yours." Jon dragged me into the dressing room and started
stripping. I wasn't sure if I should do the same. "C'mon! What are you
staring at? Strip down!"

Tentatively, I got out of my clothes and folded them and placed them in one
of the compartments. Jon's beefy hand dragged me back to the hall. My cock
was now seven- inch hard and leaking precum. No one seemed to notice
me. Everyone was busy with their mates. "Choose your guy." Jon said and
disappeared into the pool the next moment.  Two guys were kissing each
other in the center of the pool. Three more were attached to the guy to the
left and one to the guy to the right. Jon joined the guy to the right,
immediately thrusting his five inch shaft into the guy, as if it was
something that he did everyday. I stared at them wide-eyed. Was this the
right thing I was doing?  I asked myself.  Before I could find an answer to
that, I found a muscular stud, his back facing me, standing in front of the
pool. He was staring at the seven-some in the pool and jacking himself
off. Every muscle in his body rippled with the movement of his hands. I
looked around the hall once again. No one was watching me. I walked slowly
towards the guys and pressed my cock against his back and placed a kiss on
his neck. I half expected the guy to turn around and slap me, but part of
my expectation was right. The guy did turn around.

Wow! My heart almost skipped a beat. This guy was gorgeous! Not too much of
muscles peeking up like a bodybuilder and neither was he an ordinary
muscular guy like me. He was perfect! I looked down at his stuff and
believe me or not, it was damn thick and a full eight inches, dripping
precum. He gave me a heart melting smile and took my now throbbing cock in
his and shook it lightly, "Hi! I'm Ray Cook." His voice was deep throated
and like that of a military commander.

I wondered how no one noticed this hunk of a man here standing near the
pool. 'May be he was reserved for you', that little voice in me
said. Suddenly, an idea crossed my mind and I crouched on my knees, took
his thick shaft in my mouth and sucked it gently once.  He moaned
lightly. I smiled up at him and said, "Hi! I'm Chris McConnell."

"Wow! Nice intro." He grinned down at me.

I stood up and smiled at him. I took time to study him. He was six-foot
high with broad shoulders, his well-built chest (lot better than mine) was
covered with thick black hair, his rosy nipples, barely visible. The hair
thickened towards his navel and then continued down to his pubis. His balls
were hairy too. Tufts of hair peek out of his armpits.  There was a thin
layer of hair on his head that seemed to have been trimmed lately. His
clean shaven face looked like a perfect man, with those blue eyes and
heart-melting smile.

"Y-you're gorgeous, man." I couldn't help myself from not saying that. He
was so gorgeous that even Mark would have turned gay on looking at
him. 'Shit! Mark again!  Get him the fuck outta your mind', that voice
warned me.

"Thanks dude. You look great too. Work out a bit on that stomach and you'd
be an Adonis."

I grinned at him sheepishly.

"First time here?"

"Yes."

"Shows." Ray smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder. I took the signal and
neared him, smelling in his manly scent. Mmmm! I'll never ever repent
coming here, I told myself.  I crouched again and kissed the head of his
cock.  "Mmmm..." He gave me an encouraging moan. Then I licked his salty
precum.

This was the first time I ever tasted someone's precum. I loved it and I
slowly took him inside my mouth. It was a bit difficult for me as he was
too thick. I tried not to bite him but I guess my teeth grazed his skin as
I heard a soft cry as my teeth bit him. But with few sucks, I learned to
keep my teeth out of way.

"Oh yeah man, suck me... yeah... you're doing great for a first timer, man.
Urghhhh... yesss..."  He placed his hands on my hand and pushed himself
into me, and rotated my head gently in a rhythm.

I licked his head like a lollipop and massaged his ballsack while my right
hand massaged up and down his hairy right thigh.  Ray moaned as I started
to suck his dick again, "Oh yeah man. Do it! Yes. I feel great inside you."
If you continue that, I'm gonna cum in your mouth man! Oh yeah man. I've
been sucked by many, but you're damn good at this... oh
yeahhhhh.... Urghhhh..."

I didn't care. I just wanted him to cum inside me. I had tasted my cum
before, so I didn't hesitate. I started sucking faster. Ray now started
thrusting his member into me like a crazy piston. I was surprised that I
was able to take the whole of him inside me. His thick, long, pubic hair
tickled my nose with every thrust and it turned me on. I felt heady with
him thrusting inside me crazily. He started breahing like a crzy hound. I
didn't want this to end, but I guess Ray couldn't handle it anymore, as I
felt his balls were drawn up towards his cock and his huge dick swelled in
my mouth, spurting the fist shot of cum into my throat.  Then followed
another and another and another and another.

With every shot of the cum, he literally banged on my face. I swallowed his
cum as fast as I could but he was too fast for me and by the time he'd
exhausted his cum into my mouth, I felt completely fagged. Ray leaned over
me, his hands clutching my weak shoulders.

"Man! That was the greatest suck I've ever had!" He said in between his
gasps.

"Thank-you." I breathed out heavily and looked down at my own cock that had
leaked the cum onto the floor, which I only realized now. Ray collapsed
beside me and leaned over me. I looked over at the pool. The crowd had
reduced to three. The Two were still kissing each other deeply. I wondered
if they'd ever break it. The guy to the left was bonded by a lean man, who
was greedily exploring his fuckbait.


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