THESIS 3

                                                  Jack Sprat
Prologue:

     I came out of the closet when I was in high school. I've always
held myself in high esteem, and coming out was the best decision I ever made.
Most people were astounded at my gay admission. They would have never believed 
it had I not told them. 

     I'm in college now, majoring in psychology. Many virgin closet gays 
take psychology and I find and help the shy ones have their first 
experience.  

     On campus, I watch for hints, other males attempting to silently 
communicate that they too are gay. It might be eye contact, rubs against my 
body, or the sudden presence of another, wanting to become my friend. Few 
will make an open proposition. 

     With this introduction, I am going to share a few cases where virgin 
closet gays have given me their fresh bodies, my helping them through 
their first male sex encounter. I hope to use some of this material when I 
write my psychology thesis. 

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                                   SAM

     Sam was very athletic, about six feet tall and muscular. He was a
macho man, self centered, and talked down to many who he considered not to be 
his equal. Girls loved him because he was so good in sports. He dated
frequently. I didn't particularly like him because of his attitude.

     Earlier, I had loaned Sam several computer disks containing a textfile
psych lecture. I needed to review this material and wanted the disks. I asked 
Sam if I could pick them up Saturday afternoon, for this was convenient for 
me. Sam Agreed. 

     I arrived at Sam's dorm and entered his room. His roommate was gone
for the weekend. Sam was alone. He offered me a beer from his small 
refrigerator which I accepted. He had never been this hospitable. 

     Sam was wearing a very loose white T-shirt and tight blue jeans. He
sat in a swivel chair turned away from his desk, his spread legs showing a 
very large bulge. 

     "How's your love life. You got a lover? I know you're gay," he said
rather brusque.

     I became uncomfortable  and a little angry.

     "Everyone knows I'm gay. What's your interest in my love life?"

     "Because if you're hard up, I want to suck your cock."

      Sam's statement stunned me.

     "Hold on Sam. I dropped by only to pick up my two computer disks. I
didn't come to offer my body. I'm out of here."

     I started to leave when Sam's muscular hand gripped my shoulder and
turned me. He made eye contact.

     "Please!" He pleaded. "I'm really need a cock."
       
     "You're gay, Sam?"

     "I've been craving a man for a long time. But... oh God,
 p-l-e-a-s-e... don't tell anyone. I'd be ruined. What would I do?."

     "And since you knew I was gay, you figured I would be an easy mark?"

     "What else could I do? Who else could I turn to? I felt you would 
understand." 

     Sam made more eye contact, then pulled me closer.

     "KISS ME!"

     I was shaken by this sudden unexpected encounter. Sam's lips met mine.
Squeezing me tight, he ran his tongue through my mouth and his hand reached
to my crotch. I had no idea Sam was a closet gay. I would let him continue. It 
would be good for him. 

     Sam yanked his T-shirt over his head, unbuckled his belt, and in one 
pull, dropped his pants and shorts, then stepped out of his loafers. He stood 
completely naked. It had taken him only seconds to remove his clothes.

     His body ran straight down. Rippling muscles showed on his stomach.
His erection stood straight up, a very hard, cut, fat penis of about seven 
inches. 

     I docily stood and let him undress me. After he removed the last of my 
clothing, he picked me up and lifted me to his bed. His mouth moved over my 
penis like he was a starving suckling baby. From his actions, he was releasing 
pent up fantasies and had somewhat lost control. I let loose a large wad of 
cum which he savored and swallowed. 

     He rapidly moved to my balls, licking and sucking each one, rolling each 
in his mouth. His lapping tongue moved lower, licking downward to my asshole. 
I spread wide and pulled back my legs, his hands lifting my buttocks to allow 
deep rimming of my pucker. 

     I was flipped over, his hands grabbing my stomach lifting me to where
I rested on all fours. A spittled finger was immediately shoved up my ass and
frisked around. After its removal,  his thick prick pressed for entry. 
It pushed in and up until I felt his pelvis and balls resting against my
butt. Then, with brute force, my butt was slammed about as his rod slid rapidly
back and forth trying to delve deeper with each thrust. Finally, there was a
pause. My cheeks were pulled tightly against his body and firmly held as his 
penis unloaded inside me. 

    I was lowered to prone. Sam gently kneaded my shoulders and stroked my 
hair. I was rolled me over for a kiss. 

     "Please don't tell anyone this happened," he begged.

     "I won't," I promised. "Today you released a lot of pent up desires.
You'll feel better now. It's confidential, just between you and me." 

      
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