Date: Sat, 31 May 2008 22:37:18 -0400 From: M N Subject: not-a-matter-of-choice chapter 6: My first boyfriend Thank you everyone for writing your encouragement. I have been enjoying reliving my memories thus far, and I look forward to sharing more. Keep on writing if you want me to continue. Not A Matter of Choice Chapter 6: My first boyfriend In May of 1997, I was finishing my third year of medical school. I had all of my core rotations done, and I was looking into electives for the final year as well as what I would do when I grew up. I had an idea that I would go into family medicine, as it seemed to fit my personality best. I didn't like the "hurry up and wait" pace of obstetrics. I got really cynical about mankind's basic goodness while working in the ER. I got depressed in neurology because most of the illnesses were incurable (multiple sclerosis, Lou Gehrig's disease, etc). I thought most of the people who went into psychiatry were a bit crazy themselves. And I found the surgeons I worked with to have a terrible god complex and were quite condescending. And, no offense meant to any physicians in any of these practices, especially if you're reading this story. I liked a bit of all the fields, but not enough to want to do it for the rest of my life. Plus, I really enjoyed getting to know a person and a family through the course of several years. At this point, I do think I made the right choice. I love my job (other than wrestling with the insurance companies), and there are some families where I see four generations in their family. It's like seeing 25 different friends every day. Finishing up my core rotations and planning for electives meant I had more time to take care of myself and unwind a bit after three grueling years in medicine. For me, that meant exercising more, especially running. So, I tried to run at least a few miles a day and keep in shape. I don't do well at running around with nowhere to go, so I usually chose a destination, ran there, rested a bit, and ran back. One place I occasionally ran to was Studz. Studz was a bookstore and porno arcade. It was different from the Crossroads Cafe in that Crossroads had regular books as well as gay magazines, while Studz was all porn. The front of the store was dedicated to soft- and hardcore magazines, both gay and straight, while the walls were lined with all the videos you could rent or buy. The counter and cashier were behind that, and to the right of the counter was a locked door. For a $6 entrance fee, you could go in the back and view whatever set of videos they were showing at the time. The arcade section was split into several small rooms, each with its own monitor and fold-up bench. Doors had locks on them, but half of them weren't working. Guys would mill about, leaning against the wall or facing a door. If a person found a guy they wanted to hook up with, eye contact was made, and the two would disappear into a room together. I rarely went into the arcade section, mostly because I was too cheap to pay $6 to get back there. $6 was more than I was willing to spend on lunch. I did a few times though, and I found that most of the guys there were older, overweight, and unkempt. So, I had to be desperately horny to waste $6 on someone there. One time, I asked to go to the bathroom, which was behind the arcade door. I did go to the bathroom, but I didn't come immediately out. I walked around the area, and I found a few guys that I messed around with for a bit, just jacking them off for a while. Then, the manager came in, grabbed me forcibly by the arm, and dragged me outside. "You said you were doing to the bathroom," he angrily said. "I heard voices," was my only lame reply. He snorted. "You heard voices. Yeah, right. Now get out, and don't come back." From that time on, I watched out for that guy so I wouldn't be in the store when he was there. Still, I used Studz as a running spot every now and then. One particular evening in May `97, I was out for a run. I made Studz my destination to give me a goal. I was going to run there, look at a couple of magazine covers, run back, and jack off in the shower. That's not what happened. The plan went smoothly all the way up to looking at the magazines. As I was milling about, I saw a guy behind the door to the arcade section. He was tall and handsome with blond hair and blue eyes, about 5 or 10 years older than I was. He motioned for me to come back to the arcade section. I went up to the door and said quietly, "I can't go back there. I was going for a run, and I didn't bring any money with me." He said, "Here," and gave me $4. "That's all I have. Maybe you could ask someone for the other $2." "Uh, sure," I replied. Now I had $4 in my hands and a cute guy who wanted me to come back. But first, I had to swallow my pride and ask people for money. That is _not_ something I typically do. Now, I had to not only ask for money, but ask it to be able to go back into a porno arcade! I was too embarrassed to ask the first guy who came up to the cashier, so he paid is $6 and went in. But, the second guy who came by I approached. "Excuse me, I know this is a lot to ask, but I was wondering if you might have a dollar or two you could give me." He looked at me quizzically. Here was a young Asian man in front of him clearly in exercise gear wearing a sweaty tee shirt and extremely short shorts asking for money like bum off the street. I quickly continued. "There was a guy back there who wanted me to come back, but he only had $4, so I was hoping to get the other two to be able to go back," I sincerely told him. "Yeah, OK," he replied. He gave me a one dollar bill. "That'll get you one step closer." I thanked him, and he went back to the arcade. I did the same thing with the next guy who walked in and asked him for a dollar, explaining my situation. To my delight he also agreed to give me a dollar. Now I had my requisite $6 to get back there. I paid the cashier, and he rang the buzzer to unlock the door and let me in. That cute guy was waiting for me as I walked in. He gave me a big toothy smile and took my hand. He led me into one of the rooms, closed the door, and sat down on the bench. "You are so damn cute," he told me as he rubbed his hands up and down my hairless legs. I was playing a very passive role in the whole thing, just standing there letting him grope me. I was excited, but not enough to have an erection yet. But as he continued to feel me up, I got harder and harder. He started to get bolder and ran his hands along my rapidly forming bulge. I didn't resist, so he went further. He grabbed the bottom of my shorts on each side and pulled my shorts down. The shorts had a liner, so I wasn't wearing any underwear. Now that my cock was free, it stuck straight up, hard as a steel rod. My foreskin was still mostly covering the cock head, but the increasing length of my cock caused the first quarter of the head to be revealed. He grabbed my cock in his hand and stroked me, watching my foreskin go up and down the head, completely covering it on the upward stroke and almost completely unsheathing it on the downward. I was moaning quietly as he pleasured me. He then leaned forward and put my cock into his mouth, bobbing up and down. Now, I have always liked a blow job, and this guy wasn't half bad. Not the best I had ever had, but anything warm and wet was fine by me. As he continued to blow me, I reached down and put my hands under his shirt, moving up to his chest and running my hands through the hair on his pecs, brushing his nipples with each pass. We started really getting into each other, and our movements got more urgent. He and I switched places, and I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. He had a nice cock, about six and a half inches, cut, and a bit thicker than my own. I don't usually do a lot of sucking, but decided this was one nice mouthful I didn't want to pass up. So, I grabbed the base of his dick and brought it to the level of my mouth. I let the head slide past my lips and continued downwards, all the way to the base, letting the cock head hit my tonsils. I gagged a bit at that point, so I moved up, stopping just short of my gag reflex. What is it about the feel of a cock sliding in and out of my mouth that I find so satisfying? I don't know. But that unique combination of a hard shaft covered with soft velvety skin, and then the flaring corona pushing my lips slightly outward before coming to the end...just thnking about it makes me hard. We traded blow jobs for a little while longer, but it was getting hot in the small cubicle, and we weren't very comfortable. The guy asked, "Can we go to your place?" "Well," I replied, "I ran here, so I don't have a car here. I was planning to run back." "I'll drive you back if you want." I wasn't in the habit of bringing back strangers to the house late at night, but I was really into this guy, so I agreed. We walked outside and got into a very nice black BMW with leather interior. "My name is Chuck," He said. "Minh. It's good to meet you." "Same here." We drove the few miles back to my grandmother's house without saying too much. When we got there, I pulled the key I had tied to my shoelace and let us in. My grandmother slept in a small apartment area at the end of the big back yard, so she was not in the main house. Chuck and I walked to my room, and we sat on my bed. He put his arm around me, and we turned our heads towards each other and kissed. Our lips parted, but our tongues remained in our respective mouths. Still, it was a deep kiss and passionate. I decided then I would give Chuck a treat. "Here, take your shirt off and lie down." "Why?" Chuck asked curiously. "Because I want to give you a back rub," I replied. Chuck took his shirt off, and lay down. I got my first good look at his chest and abs, and they were nice. It was clear that he worked out and kept in shape (I learned later he had been a national tennis champion). He had nice pecs that were definitely developed and defined, but not overly bulky. His upper chest was moderately covered with blond hair, and there was some hair on his belly with a darker brown happy trail disappearing down into his pants. I took some hand lotion from my desk and rubbed it in my hands, warming it up before putting it on Chuck's chest. I used long sweeping and circular motions to stretch his pecs out and continued to his biceps and triceps. I then had him turn over and worked on his neck and back. He would occasionally make grunts of pleasure as I hit particularly sore muscles and rubbed the knots out of them. I played particularly close attention to his rhomboids and lumbar areas. After I worked on his back then his legs, I told him to roll over. I rubbed his chest some more and then moved down. I unbuttoned his pants for the second time that evening, and he lifted his butt up for me to slide his pants off. I was mesmerized by his hard cock. It was just so nice. A perfect mouthful. I sucked him some more, this time grabbing the base of his cock and moving my hand in time with my mouth. We were both keyed up, and I could tell he was about to come. When he warned me, I took my mouth off his cock and continued jacking him with my hand. He moaned loudly and shot several jets of cum onto his stomach, finally relaxing into the bed. I went to the closet to get a towel to clean him off. After I did, he pulled me onto the bed and kissed me again. He had me lie down and helped me pull my shorts off. He sucked me a little bit, but mostly he jacked me until I came. It was great. We lay there for a little while in post-orgasmic bliss, but he said he needed to go. He told me he had a great time, and I told him the same. We exchanged phone numbers, and I walked him to the door and watched him drive away. I thought about Chuck constantly over the next day and the day after that. But I didn't want to call him. I didn't want to be too pushy or seem to be too needy. It wasn't seemly in my mind to call the very next day after a great episode of sex to look for more. But, oh, I wanted to. Every time I thought about our time together, I would get a hard on. Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I could only masturbate so many times reliving memories without wanting to experience the actual thing. So I called him. "Hi. Chuck, this is Minh. I just wanted to tell you I've been thinking about you a lot over the past few days and about what a good time we had." "Hi, Minh." I could hear the smile on Chuck's face. "I'm really glad you called. I wanted to call you the other day, but I didn't think I should the day right after we saw each other. I've really been thinking about you a lot too." "That's funny, because I was thinking the same thing about calling you, but I didn't think I should. It's good to know I wasn't the only one. I didn't want to look like I was stalking you or something. Can we get together some time?" "I'd love to. How about dinner after I get home from work, and then you can see my place?" "Sure! Give me a call any time!" I was so excited when I got off the phone with Chuck, and I couldn't wait to see him again. I was barely able to concentrate on my studying for the day. The day dragged on, but eventually, the evening came, and Chuck called as promised. I picked up the phone before the first ring had even finished." "Hello? Hi Chuck! So are we still on for tonight?" Chuck confirmed our date and set the place. So around 6:30, Chuck swung by the house and picked me up. We decided on Mexican, and we spent hours over a wonderful meal actually getting to know each other. As it turned out, we had much more in common than mutually satisfying sex. Chuck and I both went to the same college, although he graduated several years before I did. Amazingly, we both lived in the same school district during our high school years as well, although I went to one of the high schools and he went to the other—our school had a friendly rivalry being from the same area and literally right next to each other. I in fact swam and dove with kids from both schools since it was a combined team, and I even took my calculus class at the other school because of a scheduling conflict. For all our similarities, we still had plenty of differences to make life interesting. Chuck was a tennis star, while I dove. He was a very successful financial guru, while I was studying medicine. He was fairly established in his life with a house and nice car, while I was still living with my grandmother. But of all the differences, our sexual background was the most divergent. Chuck had been divorced for a few years when I met him. He was married to a Chinese girl for 5 or 6 years, but it didn't work out for some reason. Throughout his life, he had never considered having sex with a guy. He was not physically attracted to guys in any way. He was a one on the Kinsey Scale. It was only after his divorce that for some reason he started looking at guys in a different way. He found himself being more interested in guys' bodies, their asses and legs. He never could figure out where it all came from. He had always been interested in breasts and pussies and was happily married. Now he started fantasizing about cocks and balls. It was embarrassing to him to a certain extent, but there was no denying his feelings. Having never explored these new-found attractions, Chuck didn't know where to go. He did live close to Studz and wandered in. Although he had a few brief encounters in Studz, but he never went home with anyone or went out afterwards. This was basically Chuck's first date with a guy. He was alternately very relaxed and very nervous. I was just nervous. Still, we had a wonderful time. It was a good meal, and the conversation was stimulating and enlightening. Chuck was the first person I had ever met who suddenly started having homosexual feelings later in life. I found it fascinating, because I have had those feelings for as long as I could remember. It made me wonder if I would ever suddenly find women hot and want to maul their breasts and stick my cock into their wet pussies. I doubted it. We finished dinner, and Chuck drove us to his place, right by the Rice campus and only a mile away from my grandmother's house. As he parked the car, there was loud barking in the house. "Are you ok with dogs?" He asked me. "Sure, no problem for me," I replied. He opened the front door and invited me in. His dalmatian Ludwig was prancing in the foyer, barking incessantly and wagging his tail. "Ludwig! Calm down! Sorry, he's neurotic." "He seems really nice." I stuck out my hand with my fingers curled in to let Ludwig sniff me. After we got acquainted, he calmed down. Chuck put him into the cage in the back room and came out. "Sorry for that. My ex-wife and I got the dog together along with another one. She took the other dog, and I kept Ludwig. He doesn't meet too many people. I don't usually bring people home," he sheepishly said. He held his hand out and swept it around. "So, welcome to my humble abode." It was anything but a humble abode. The house was very modern in appearance, with an open kitchen connecting with a sunken living room. Bar stools under the white-tiled counter and a medium sized table gave sitting places. The color scheme was mostly blacks and whites, including a black leather sofa facing a large TV. I don't usually like a monochromatic color scheme, but it made the house feel very chic. It was clear Chuck had great taste, and the simple lines and comfortable furniture really appealed to me. He led me into the living room and sat one side of the couch, patting the seat to have me join him. I sat down on the far end of the couch. "You know, you don't have to sit so far away," he said. Chagrinned, I scooted up next to him. He reached out with his left arm and put it around me, pulling me into his chest. "Now that's better." I don't know why, but I was feeling very unsure of myself and how I should act. I guess I needed permission to express my feelings, and Chuck's arm around my shoulders gave me just that. I relaxed my body, just letting my head rest on Chuck's chest. Because of his taller stature and longer torso, I could easily rest in the crook of his arm without bending my back into an uncomfortable position. Chuck used his left arm to hold me to him, and his right arm moved up and down my chest and then through my hair. It was a tender gesture at first, but gradually built up in urgency. I hesitated for a moment, but quickly reciprocated. I started rubbing Chuck's chest on the outside of his shirt first, but I got my left hand under his shirt and rubbed his bare chest, enjoying the feeling of his chest hair (I have absolutely none, so I think chest hair is sexy) and his firm rounded pecs. Chuck took his right hand that he was running through my hair and brought it down to the angle of my jaw. He tilted my head up to his, and we kissed. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of his soft lips on mine. As we moved our lips around, his evening stubble brushed against my skin, causing me to tingle all over. I really like the feeling of a man's stubble on my face. It reminds me of the fact that I'm kissing a _man_. We took our shirts off and threw them on the floor. Now we could really enjoy having our chests together without the encumbrance of clothes. Our kissing and holding became more passionate. I enjoyed the tender beginnings, but right now, I wanted SEX. I moved from under Chuck's arm to get between his legs. He already had a bit of a bulge in his pants. I looked up at him and grinned as I undid his belt, button, and zipper. Then I moved down to take off his shoes. When I put my hands on his pants to shuck them off, Chuck lifted his butt to help. And there it was. Six and a half inches of cut cock surrounded by blondish brown pubic hair, begging to be sucked. I closed my eyes and took Chuck's prize possession into my willing mouth. Chuck half moaned, half sighed as I worked my magic on his cock. I truly believe that only a guy who has a cock and knows how good it can feel can really give good blow jobs. I have never gotten a blow job from a woman; I've never even had sex with a woman. But I don't think a woman can worship a cock like a man. I varied my stroke, going fast some times and then slow. After my jaw got tired, I came off of his cock and worked my way up his chest, licking his nipples. Chuck put his hands under my arms and lifted me up to his face and kissed me some more. After making out some more, we decided to take it to the bedroom. Chuck was basically naked, while I still had my pants on. When we got on the king-sized bed, Chuck helped me ditch my pants. We rolled around in the bed, trading places as the one on top. I pulled him tight to me and rubbed his back as he kissed me fervently. He then took one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked it back and forth with his tongue. I moaned, "Oh, that feels so good. I really like having my nipples played with." "Oh, you do, do you?" He moved to my other nipple, coating it with spit. I was practically writhing in the bed, it felt so good. Chuck then moved down to take my dripping six and a half inch cock into his mouth. We were about the same length, but he was a bit thicker than I was. Of course, I still had my foreskin which brought me much pleasure, while he lost his in an unfortunate accident as an infant. I mean, he was circumcised without any say in the matter. Chuck at first used only his mouth, but he quickly grabbed my cock with his hand while still sucking me off. I was 23 years old when I met Chuck, so I didn't have much control. It wasn't long before I told Chuck I was going to come. He pulled off my cock and continued to jack me off until I came onto my stomach and hand. I could tell Chuck really wanted to come as well, so I had him lie down and I sucked him like a demon, my mouth pistoning on his rock hard cock. It didn't take Chuck to warn me of his impending climax, and I too jacked him to completion. "That was great," he said. "Yeah, I thought so too," I replied. Chuck got up and brought over a towel to clean up our mess. After cleaning up, we got under the covers, and I rested my head on his chest with his arm around me. We both fell asleep that way. It was one of the most contented rests I had ever had. Before my time with Chuck, I had some one night stands where I ended up at a person's house and slept for a couple of hours before heading out. But before, I always felt like it was just sex. I got my rocks off and now I wanted to go home. I had no emotional attachment to the guy. Heck, after coming I half didn't care whether the guy did or not. Of course I finished him off, but it was more out of obligation than desire. With Chuck, I _wanted_ to make him feel good, even more than I wanted to feel good myself. I think before Chuck, I only had sex. But that night, I experienced for the first time what it was like to make love.