Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:05:21 -0800 (PST) From: Mark Stephens Subject: Who Am I? part 2 Frank smiles and reaches for his prize, gently rubbing my cock. I don't move or say anything, he has me now. We will have sex this afternoon, I know it and he knows it. I will have lost some of my virginity before I leave Frank's bedroom today. Is this really me? Would a good Catholic boy do this? Am I queer? Who am I? Part 2: This is so much fun! Frank continues to fondle me a little longer and then reaches up undoing my belt, opening the top button and then sliding my zipper down. He reaches in and grabs my package, firmly, but with a gentleness of passion tempered with caring. I am almost in a state of shock, but I don't want him to stop. Frank looks up at my face and asks me if I like it? My face flushes some and I tell him that I like it. "Kick off your shoe's Mark and get more comfortable." Not wanting to break the action, I toed off my sneakers. I have on my generic "tighty-whities". Frank knows that he is not going to get his hands on my cock through an opening in my brief, an opening that I often find difficult to negotiate when trying to take a piss. Deciding to advance his foreplay, Frank grasps my briefs at both hips and tells me to lift up my ass. As I comply Frank pulls both my pants and briefs down to my thighs. We have both seen each other naked in the showers at the gym, but I never had a hard-on in the showers. My legs feel almost like they are in a straight jacket with my pants wrapped tightly around my thighs, so I ask Frank to wait a minute while I remove them. Pulling them the rest of the way off, I kick them aside and then decide to add my sox to the pile. I had seen a few old porno films where the guy kept his sox on while fucking the girl, it looked lame and I didn't want to look lame. "Take your shirt off too", frank chimed in. As I was removing my shirt Frank got up and quickly stripped. We both got back on the bed completely naked, Frank reached out for my cock and at that point I decided I needed to be more of an active participant, I reached out to him. He smiled as I wrapped my hand around his cock. I had never touched another hard cock. It felt good; no, it felt great! Frank breaks our awkward jerk off session and sits up, folding his legs "Indian style" he directs me to follow suit. We resume jerking each other off. "Do you like this Mark" Frank inquires? "I like it a lot Frank." You're a virgin aren't you?" Blushing slightly, I admit that I am a virgin and Frank states that we have to do something about that. I am not sure what he plans to do, but I am excited. Maybe a little scared, but also excited. Again Frank disengages, gets up and goes to his desk. He retrieves a bottle of hand lotion from the bottom right hand draw and returns to the bed. He pumps the bottle twice and then slathers my cock in the lotion before repeating the process on his own cock. Tossing the bottle aside he grabs for my cock and again I follow his lead. "This feels great Frank; we need to get together more often." Frank laughs and speeds up stroking my cock. It won't be long now; I am starting to feel it. Frank senses I am about to cum; he tightens his grip and goes into overdrive. God, I know it is happening now and I love it, this beats the hell out of jerking your own cock. "God Frank, I'm cumming!" "Yes...yes...oh shit...yes! This is great Frank! Oh God...yes! Yes!" My sperm sprays out across my chest with a volume and force surpassing any of my solo masturbation sessions. I am now leaning back on my elbows, having long given up on Frank's hard-on. I slump back on the bed and Frank leans over and starts to lick up my cum. This surprises me, but it turns me on and my limp cock starts to return to its fullness. Frank scoops up some cum and feeds it to me. I have tasted my own cum before, but this whole scene was very erotic to me. Frank lies down beside me and starts to gently rub my chest and occasionally pinches one of my nipples. "Are you glad you came over today Mark?" "Hell yes! This has been a great time; I wish we had done this before. It scares me some Frank, but it felt great." I reach over and stroke Frank's cock. He rolls over my body, chest to chest, cock to cock and starts a fucking motion. I will later learn that this is called frottage. I just consider that he is fucking me without penetrating me. I know it isn't really fucking, but it excites me just the same and I move my hips in time with Frank. Totally unexpected, he leans forward and kisses me. I turn my head to the side in an effort to avoid his kiss. Frank laughs and extends his arms, grasping my head, twisting it back to its original position, he resumes his kiss. This time he probes my lips with his tongue. This must be "French kissing". Well, of course it is, I mean I know what it is, I just have never done it before. Then his tongue snakes its way into my mouth and he swirls it around the roof of my mouth and across the top of my tongue. Oh my God, this is fantastic. No wonder everyone always talked about "French kissing", I didn't have a clue until now. I enthusiastically respond, forcing my tongue into his mouth and mimicking Frank's actions. We continue to kiss and Frank continues to pump his cock against my groin. I am hard again, but I don't think I am going to cum anytime soon. Frank on the other hand appears to be headed toward ignition and liftoff. He picks up the pace and tells me he loves my body and he always knew I was queer and how he wants to fuck my ass and a whole raunchy stream of consciousness routine. I am taken back a little; "he always knew I was queer!" Whoa. I mean, well I know I have been conflicted but, he "always knew I was queer". Did I have a queer version of a "kick me" sign taped to my back? Did everyone "always know I was queer"? Was it only queers that knew I was queer? Wait a minute, who said I am queer? Well, am I? Maybe I am. Yes, I probably am queer. What do I do now? Suddenly Frank lets out a somewhat stifled scream and explodes between our two bodies. His sperm spreads out filling the tight space between the two of us. Frank pulls back and smiles a silly smile as he looks at me and then kisses the tip of my nose. He must be reading my thoughts. "You are queer Mark. You know that don't you?" "Yes, Frank, I know I am queer. I just can't go around letting everyone know it like you do. I have been avoiding thinking about it for a long time and I'm not ready to let people see that in me." Frank inquires if I want to continue to have sex with him. Of course I want to continue having sex with him, I have tasted forbidden fruit and it tastes so damn good! He smiles and we embrace side by side and slowly drift into a post orgasmatic blissful sleep. Is someone shouting? My eyes flutter open and then slam wide open as I see frank's older sister Susan in the door screaming something about queers. Oh shit, this is not what I wanted to happen today. Susan turns and leaves the room. Without thinking I jump up nude and chase after her. "Susan, Susan, you can't tell anyone about this! Unless you hate me and want to ruin my life please don't say anything." Susan tells me that she knew all along that I was a little queer like Frank. Then she laughs and tells me that I'm, naked. Suddenly I realize that I am naked and embarrassed, I retreat to Frank's room and get dressed. I run back to Susan's room to continue pleading with her. A nude Frank tags along. I tell Susan that I don't know if I am queer and if she tell anyone she caught me and Frank naked in his bedroom I won't get the chance to make that decision, or to at least discover it. I repeat my plea that unless she hates me and wants to ruin me, she shouldn't say anything to anyone, including her boyfriend. She always puts on the "tough broad" act with frank's friends, but I believes she actually likes me. Finally she says she won't tell anyone, to include her boyfriend. I kiss her on the cheek and she feigns disgust at being kissed by a queer. I turn to leave and she admonishes us to keep the bedroom door locked or she will take our picture with a Polaroid camera. Back in Frank's room he gets dressed while I try to tidy up my appearance. "Are you sorry about today Mark?" I told him I was sorry about the last part with Susan, but not about the sex part. He smiles and asks if I would like to travel across the border to New York next Saturday. New York state law allows 18 year olds to drink legally. "We could get a motel room, hit a bar for a few drinks and then go back to the room and have sex all night long." I smile and then laugh, telling him that that is the best plan he has had in the 2 years I have known him. "But there is one thing I want to know and you have a whole two hour trip to New York to tell me. What happened last year to cause such a dramatic change, switching you from fucking girls to fucking guys? And, why did you practically broadcast to everyone that you were queer?" Frank kisses me and pats me on the ass. I walk out to my car, happy with the turn of events in my relations with Frank. But, slowly the bad thoughts creep in to my head. What does this all mean for my future? Will people find out? Am I really queer? Who am I? To be continued... Has anyone caught you naked with another guy? Were you caught by a sister or brother, a parent or friend? Did anyone ever take pictures of you nude or having sex and then show them to other people? Were pictures you took of yourself or pictures that a friend took of you nude or having sex discovered by someone else? Have you ever discovered nude pictures of yourself posted on the Internet? Are they still on the Internet? Where? Oh come on, it's too late to be modest, let your online gay friends' perv you.