Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2004 01:07:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc McClean <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Right Time, Part 1

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If you are
offended by such material, too young to read such, or it is illegal in
your community, stop here and find something that won't get you in
trouble. Otherwise, please enjoy! If you do, please drop me a note at
mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com Thanks!

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THE RIGHT TIME

by M.J. McLean

So this is what it's all about, is it? I was on my own, independent for
the first time in my life. I was out of school, in a new town with what I
thought was a great new job. I had come out to my parents and survived,
mostly. My life was about to begin and I ....

I was shopping for a man in the back of a magazine.

Maybe there were better things I could be doing. Getting ready for a date
or calling my boyfriend to see if we were still on for the movie or
looking at internet porn. The thing is, I wasn't sure how I was going to
find a date in this new city, I had never had a boyfriend and I was bored
with the hot naked men on my computer.

That by itself was surprising. The day I unpacked my computer last week,
the day I moved into my new apartment ready to start my new life, I
couldn't wait to fire up all those websites I'd been afraid to look at
for more than a few minutes at a time, nervous always that one of my
roommates would return and catch me.

So I clicked and clicked, all in full view of, well, me. How proud was I?
I worked my way through picture after picture after video and every now
and then, I stopped to jerk off, right there at my desk instead of
huddled in the bathroom.

And after a couple of days, it actually got a little old, partly because
I was too poor yet to pay for the good stuff, but mostly because this
solitary activity served to remind me that despite my newfound freedom,
despite my plans to take chances and live my life, I was still alone and
still a 24-year-old virgin who only wanted to get laid but wasn't sure
how.

I tried to remind myself of all the roadblocks I'd cleared to get here: a
strict religious upbringing in a strict religious environment. Lots of
peer pressure to grow up "normal." A church mission. Four years of
college during which I came to terms with who I was but couldn't quite
figure out how to use those terms in a real-life situation.

But what do I do now? Which is how I decided I might do better if I took
baby steps. I didn't know if I had it in me to strut into a bar in a new
city and try to land someone for a quickie and to be honest, I wasn't
sure I wanted to do that. I put a couple of profiles on-line, reducing
myself on one site to 'GWM, brown/brown, 5-11, 165, cyclist's build,
hairy chest but in a tasteful (and tasty) way. Inexperienced but willing
to learn from the best.'

I'd answer me, but I wasn't sure who else would. I suspected most guys
wouldn't want to waste a night with someone whose only man-on-man
encounter was a few handjobs with Kip Jarman in his mother's basement.

Then I stumbled across the men in the back of Echo, Phoenix's gay
magazine.

They were the "massage" ads, of course, a few of which were offering real
massages, most of which were not-so-subtle fronts for sex, none of which
I knew at the time. I scanned the ads and the photos. They were
intimidating: pictures of hot, hard guys, ads promising 9 inches of
pleasure, outcall only. Still, I needed to take a chance, right?

My hand shaking, I dialed the number for "Tony, Italian stud." I got his
voicemail. "Hey there, guy," a voice growled. "You wanna have fun? You
think you can handle me? Leave me your number and don't play games."

I hung up quickly and decided it was all a bad idea. Wait! I thought.
Don't be such a wuss! I looked through the ads again and spotted one near
the end: Experience counts. Let my hands show you how. Mature gent, 50,
ready to give you chills with a nude massage in your home. $60. He
sounded safe, reassuring, perfect for someone who just wanted to feel the
touch of another man, maybe get a handjob from someone other than Kip
Jarman.

I called, left my number and within 15 minutes I was talking to "Jim." I
told him I was interested in the massage. I hoped I was asking the right
way. He said he had an opening in two hours if I was ready. I blurted out
my address before I could chicken out and Jim told me to take a shower
before he arrived so I'd be relaxed and clean.

For the next hour, I thought of reasons to cancel, but I didn't. I took a
quick shower 10 minutes before I expected him and I was still towelling
off when I heard the knock. I looked for some clothes, then thought, I
guess I'll be naked soon enough, so why worry. I tied the towel around my
waist and opened the door.

"Hey there Nic, honey, I'm Jim," said the man at the door. "I see you
followed my directions. I liked that in a man. You ready?"

I nodded and stepped aside. Jim was handsome. His hair was light blond,
he had green eyes. He was trim, not overly muscular, probably around
6-foot and maybe 175. He was dressed in a white tank top and canvas
shorts and carried a nylon bag.

"Which way to the bedroom sweetie?" he cooed. I detected a slight
southern accent, which I found cute.

I pointed the way and he followed me. Just as we walked through the door,
Jim reached out and grabbed my towel, exposing my bare ass. He grabbed
one cheek and giggled.

"You don't need that darlin'. Lie down on the bed and wait for me. I'll
be right with ya'."

I was a little stunned and more than a little nervous. I was standing
naked in front of another man in my bedroom. There were no lockers, no
gym. Something could happen. I looked down at my cock, which had
shriveled in fear. Shit, I thought, I hope I can do better than that.

Following directions, I lay down on the bed, face down. I closed my eyes,
still scared. I heard Jim walk in.

"Good, good, but y'all need to scoot around so your head is down here.
Makes it easier for me to get atcha."

I complied. I head Jim rubbing his hands together then a moment later,
felt them on my back. I nearly jumped off the bed. Jim noticed and
chuckled. "Just relax, sweetie, it's gonna be fine." He began to knead my
back muscles. I could feel the oil on his hands. The feeling was amazing.
I began to relax as he worked up and down my back.

"Hon, you've got a lot of tension in these muscles. You needed me sooner
than this," Jim said. He contined to rub my back, then worked my
shoulders and then my head. I was in heaven. I heard him reach for his
oil again and then felt him climb on the bed.

His hands landed on my legs. He was straddling the right one. He worked
his way up until he reached my ass, then swtiched to the other leg and
did the same. This time, he kneaded my ass checks and slipped one hand
between them breifly, sending chills through me. I twitched even more
when I felt the other hand reach under and tug on my cock, which had
recovered and then some.

"You're enjoying it, I can tell," Jim said. He returned to my ass and
then moved up across my hips and then up my back again. He leaned forward
as he approached my shoulders and as he did, he lowered his body on to
mine. His naked body.

Oh shit, he was naked? I shifted a little to see if he was wearing shorts
... nope. I could feel his cock against my ass. Definitely naked.

"Um... are you ... um ... naked?" I asked stupidly.

"Of course, sweetie, how else would I do nude massage? You didn't think
... wait a minute, you did, didn't you? Honey, is this you first massage
like this?"

I hesitated a bit.

He jumped in: "I knew it. You seemed green. You have been with a man
before, haven't you?"

Again, I said nothing.

"Oh lordy, I didn't know that," Jim said. He hugged me and kissed the
back of my head. "Bless your heart, honey, callin' me for your first
time. But I don't think I've got what you want."

I twisted around, which was slightly unfortunate because it put my cock
against his and I wasn't ready to see that. "No... no... no, I really did
just want a massage ... and, well, maybe ... but... but not everything.
I'm ... I'm just working through things and I needed ... to feel
someone."

Jim smiled and tugged my cock again. "Oh, sweetie, I'm flattered. Well,
then feel someone you will. Just relax again, close your eyes ... "

I felt Jim moved back. He began rubbing my feet, working his way up my
legs. He was good at this. I was relaxing in ways I didn't think
possible. His hands hovered over my cock, then he moved up and began
rubbing my stomach and my chest. He tweaked my nipples a little. I felt
my cock harden to its full seven and-a-half-inch length.

He moved to straddle me, sitting on my thighs so he could reach my cock.
I heard him pour more oil on his hands. He began to stroke my cock with
one hand and my balls with the other. The warm oil and soft touch put me
in a place I never knew existed. I continued to stroke. I decided to take
one more chance.

"Could you ... uh ... ?" I began. "You don't have to, but I'd like to,
um, you know, feel yours against mine while you ... "

Jim smiled. He reached down and stroked himself until he was mostly hard,
then scooted forward. He wrapped his hands around both our cocks,
stroking slowly. I melted and without being aware of it, I began to come.
My hips bucked a little as I shot. The orgasm rocked my body. The cum
splashed us both. I had never felt this way before.

After a minute or so, Jim reached down for a towel and cleaned us both
up, then he went into the bathroom. I heard water running and when he
emerged, he was dressed again.

I was a little disappointed. "What about you?" I asked. "Shouldn't I ...
can't I ... "

"No, honey, I'm fine. And I shouldn't be your first, not that way. I'm
just the hired help. Just tryin' to give you some pleasure."

"Oh, you did that and then some," I said. I leaped off the bed and
reached for my wallet. I pulled out three twenties, paused, then pulled
out a fourth. I'd scrimp on lunch. I handed him the money. He smiled and
tucked it away, almost as if it were distasteful.

"Honey, do something for me, OK? Find yourself someone to do it right.
It's time for you." And with that he left.

He was right, about being time and about finding someone to do it right.
The pleasure he gave me was incredible, but I still felt a little ...
empty. It wasn't really what I was looking for. It'd do for tonight, but
not much longer.

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Maybe it was the release from Jim's magic hands, maybe it was the effects
of moving and unpacking, but I slept better that night than I had in
weeks. I woke up around 10, still naked -- I'd begun sleeping naked since
moving, fulfilling at least one fantasy I never dared live at home or
even at college. Patrick, one of two roommates my senior year, slept nude
and tended to walk around the apartment that way a lot, somethin else
that I'd always wanted to try.

So this morning, I decided to stay naked all day. I wanted to try new
things, right? So no clothes in the new apartment. I busied myself with
more unpacking, happy and naked. Around two, there was a knock at the
door. I peered through the spy window: It was the cable guy. I thought
about opening the door naked, thinking of the stroke book stories I'd
read about hot sex with the cable guy or the UPS man, but at the last
minute, I scrambled for a t-short and shorts.

The guy hooked up my TV and left, all without any hot sex. I stripped
again, but the novelty was wearing off and I did need to go to the
supermarket later.

That night, I fired up the computer again and surfed a few porn sites. I
also signed into a chat room for Phoenix guys, but didn't seem to attract
much interest. I figured my profile was too tame: I wanted to chat with
someone, maybe cyber a little, but I didn't think I was ready for a quick
hook-up.

I flipped on the TV and was looking for something good on my new cable
lineup when my computer pinged.

A chat window popped up on my screen.

"Hey there, howzit going?" mjb80 asked.

"OK, just kicking back, looking around. U?" I winced at what I passed off
as a reply.

"Kewl," mjb80 said. "U in PHX? How old?"

"Yeah, central PHX. I'm 24," I said.

"Me 2. Just moved here last month. U a longtimer?"

"No. I moved into apt this week, new job Monday. U'r the longtimer here!"
I typed.

"LOL," mjb80 said. "So you got a pic?"

I panicked for a minute. This was why I rarely went into chat rooms. The
guys expected naked photos and I was always too nervous about sending my
uncovered self into the cosmos. I hesitated, then decided it was time. If
I was going to push ahead, I had to push.

"Can you wait a sec?" I typed. "The disc is in another box still. Hold
on." A bit of a white lie. I didn't have the disc with my head shots. But
it bought me time.

I found my digital camera and set it up on the kitchen table. I tried to
decide what pose would look sexy. I decided casual was best. I aimed the
camera at an archway. I stroked my half-hard cock until it was fully
hard.

The computer "pinged" again. "U still there?" mjb80 said.

"Just a sec," I replied. "U got e-mail?"

I set the camera for timed exposure, then dashed into the archway. I
leaned against one side, my arms folded, my cock sticking straight out.
The camera flashed. I grabbed it and hooked it up to the computer,
downloading the image. Not great, but for now, it'd pass.

I copied the e-mail address mjb80 had sent and sent the picture. Then I
waited. And waited. Oh, god, he thought I was hideous. He was gone.

"U there?" I typed. "You get it?"

"Um ... " mjb80 began. "You've got a great body, but I was expecting just
a face shot. Your profile sounded like you just wanted friendly chat ...I
could just use a friend tonight."

Shit, I thought. My new life and I'd already fucked it up.

"Wait," I typed quickly. "I'm sorry. Always seems like that's what guys
want and I didn't think. I'd love to just chat ... new here too and could
use a friend."

Nothing for a minute, then another ping.

"From the top, then: Hey there, howzit going?"

I relaxed. "OK, just kicking back. U?"

His name was Mitch. He had recently moved to Phoenix from California. He
lived alone. And he was a doll, based on the G-rated photo he sent. Dark
wavy hair, dark eyes, a killer smile, cute dimples. We chatted for the
better part of three hours and found we had a lot in common.

For one thing, he was a virgin too, a disclosure he made with a little
less trepidation than I did. We also shared the same religious
background, which explained the first part. He was not yet out to his
parents or even most of his friends, but wanted to work on that. We
talked about how I did it.

Sometime around one in the morning, I realized that I needed to report
for orientation at 8 sharp -- they'd be taking the photo for my ID badge
and if I didn't want bags under my eyes for the next five years I needed
some beauty rest. Mitch understood. He told me to meet him in the same
chat room the next night.

Thursday dragged. All I could think about was that I'd made my first new
friend here and he was gay and like me and he was cute as hell. I was
nervous that evening when I logged on, worried that he wouldn't be there.
And he wasn't. Then again, I was early, excited as I was, and about 20
minutes later, I heard the ping.

"Heya Nic," he typed. "You survive basic? Howz your pic?"

"Heya, Mitch, good to see you," I replied. "Good day. Good pic. Kept my
clothes on this time."

"LOL. Still can't believe you took a naked pic just for me," he said.
"Can just see you trying to look sexy for me..."

"Yeah, well, you're one up on me now. You've seen me naked. Maybe someday
... "

There was an awkward pause again, then a reply: "Dream on, sailor."

I laughed out loud, for real. We went on to chat for another two hours,
covering dozens of topics, but returning often to our shared experiences
of upbringing, religion, coming out late. About 11, he typed something
unexpected:

"U wanna take this live, to the fon?" he said. "My hands are tired ... "

"And just what are you doing with them, buster ... " I typed.

"Being witty and that's all, you perv. So you wanna talk for real?"

I didn't even hesitate, typed in my phone number and told him to give me
five so I could refill my diet Coke and get comfortable.

I grabbed the phone on the first ring. "Hello?" I said. "Hey sailor," I
heard a voice say. "Got any nekkid pictures of yourself." I burst out
laughing and we were off. Mitch had a smooth voice that put me at ease.
It fit him well. We talked like we'd known each other forever, hopping
from one subject to another: music, movies, books, our church missions (I
went to Portugal, he went to Florida).

It was close to two in the morning again when there was a pause. Then
Mitch spoke.

"Can I ask you something personal?" he said.

"You can try," I said playfully.

"Seriously," he said.

"OK, go ahead," I replied. "Anything."

"How come you're still a virgin. You're hot looking, you must have had
chances. You clearly get horny ... Why haven't you gone for it?"

I paused. "I could ask you the same question," I said.

"I asked first," he replied.

"Fair enough. I just wasn't ready. I took so long to come to terms with
being gay, I was surrounded by family and friends and the church and I
guess for a while, I thought if I didn't do it, I might not be that way.
Then when I accepted it, I still wasn't ready. I didn't want to have to
hide or worry. I'd like for it to be with someone I really like, so it'll
mean something, but mostly I want to be ready."

There was silence. "Are you ... ready yet?" Mitch asked.

"I think maybe, but until it happens, I won't know," I said.

"I guess I feel the same way. I don't want to do it just to get it done.
It needs to mean something."

We talked for a while longer about what that meant. Then another
question:

"So do you have fantasies?" Mitch asked.

"Of course," I said. "Who doesn't?"

I heard him breathe. "Tell me one?"

"Really?" I asked.

"Really," he said softly.

Wow, I thought. This is getting intense. "OK. Here goes." I took a
breath. "One of my fantasies is to be with a guy outdoors, in a secluded
meadow, where no one would find us. We're there with a picnic lunch, all
spread out on a blanket. It's warm, sunny. We eat. We feed each other
grapes or cheese or something and drink some wine. We're close on the
blanket."

I breathed in again. Mitch said nothing. My heart was beating a little
faster. "Finally, we kiss, just lightly at first, then longer, with some
tongue. We kiss and our hands begin to roam. I feel his hand move inside
my shirt, caressing my chest, my nipples. He pushes me down to the ground
and we kiss some more. Our arms are all over, our legs are tangled. We
kick each others' shoes off. I feel him against me and we're both getting
hard."

I paused. I was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts and without really
thinking, I pushed my free hand into them, stroking myself as I told this
man my secret fantasy.

"Go on," I heard him say. His voice sounded breathy.

"Um ... we undress each other, our shirts first, then our pants. We're on
the blanked in our underwear. I roll over on him and start licking his
chest, his nipples. It makes him crazy. I do it some more. I'm licking
his abs. His hands are in my hair and he's moaning. He pushes me back and
I land on the grass. He sucks on my nipples and I moan. I feel his hands
move lower and he pushes my shorts down. I'm hard now. He strokes me,
then moves a little and takes my hand and puts it on his shorts. He's
hard too. I help him get naked."

I breathe faster now and I can hear something similar on the other end of
the phone. I don't say anything for a minute, stroking my cock to a full
hard-on. I kick off my boxers.

"Now we're both naked and we're all tangled, kissing and hugging. We do
that for a while, just making out, naked in the meadow. I feel him start
to thrust his hips against mine. We're both hard. I reach down and stroke
our two hard-ons together and it drives us both crazy."

I heard a slight gasp. "Mitch, are you still there? Are you OK? Should I
stop? I don't want to weird you out or anything. Is this bad?"

"Nic, no, don't stop. Sorry. I'm ... sorry, just go on ... "

"Mitch, are you ... doing what I think you are?"

A long pause. Shit. Did I ruin it? Then: "I am if you are, " he said. I
laughed a little.

"OK. I'm stroking us and he's moaning and then he slips down and all of a
sudden, I feel his mouth on me and he takes me all the way and starts
sucking and it's so incredible ... I mean, I know it must be, right? He's
sucking and I'm writhing on the blanket. He starts to move around until
we're, you know, sixty-nining. I manage to take him in my mouth and I
start to suck and we find a rhythm and we're sucking ... "

I was so hot and hard now and stroking, forgetting what I was doing. I
could hear rustling on the other end of the phone.

"We suck each other, there in the meadow, naked, until we're both close
to shooting. It's like we know we're both there because we both stop and
roll on our backs and I stroke him and he strokes me and we're staring
into each others' eyes and then ... we shoot... "

I hear another whimper, louder, then a moan. "Unh... unh... ogawd ... unh
... unh ... " That was all I needed. One more stroke and I was coming,
shooting on my chest. I was breathing hard and I remembered.

"Mitch? Are you OK?"

Nothing at first. Then: "You can't be a virgin, Nic, that was too good."

I smiled. "I've got a good imagination. Wish it was from experience.
Maybe some day, huh?"

"Maybe some day," Mitch said slowly. "Wow, Nic, I can't believe what we
just did. I didn't plan on that."

"Me either. But it was good, wasn' it?"

"Yeah," Mitch said. "It was good."

Still, there was a certain hesitance in his voice. "You sure you're OK?"
I asked.

"Better than OK. But I need to sleep now. We can talk more tomorrow ...
oh, crap, no we can't. I'm going up to visit my parents for the weekend
right after work. Monday, OK?"

"You sure I didn't do something I shouldn't have?" I said. "I think we
could be friends and I don't want to mess it up."

"Relax, slugger. I'm fine. Just tired. And dreading the visit. We'll talk
Monday, I promise."

We said our goodbyes and I stumbled off to bed, not sure what to think.
Was this the right time? How would I know? Do I need a friend or a
fuck-buddy? I fell asleep not sure of any answers, but not afraid to ask
the questions anymore.

TO BE CONTINUED