Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2017 06:37:55 +0200
From: Harry Brown <likehair@mail.com>
Subject: Beginner's Instincts

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I graduated right after I turned 18 and got my first summer job because my
girl friend Sally put in a good word with her boss at the local pharmacy
for me. She was a cashier there and had been there for a while and she
really liked Mr. Reynolds who owned the store. Sally and I had been going
together for a year or so, but even though we would make out and get all
excited she said she didn't want to go all the way. I was from a pretty
conservative family so that seemed OK to me, and as long as I could do it
on the sly I could take care of my "needs" and I figured that I was like
most of my friends, though to hear some of them talk they had fucked their
way through every girl in town. Anyway, I lived in a small town and so the
pharmacy was actually one of the mainstays of the local economy, kind of a
general store with a pharmacy in the back and a place where people liked to
meet and greet. The old soda fountain was long gone, but Mr. Reynolds had
kept some of the signs up and put a couple of sets of tables and chairs in
for people to sit and talk if they wanted to.

Mr. Reynolds was in his late 20's and single. He lived above the pharmacy
in an apartment that had been his uncle's before he had died and left the
store to his nephew. He was the kind of guy that everyone liked, tall and
handsome, friendly and kind to everyone, especially his older clientele,
and the old ladies were always trying to set him up with some "lovely"
daughter or niece or friend, but he would just laugh and say he was too
young to settle down and too old to rock the boat. I had known him since he
had come to town about 5 years ago and liked him. My older brother Terry,
who had just finished his sophomore year at University knew him better than
I did and called him by his first name, James. They liked to hike and shoot
hoops and mess around with some of the other young guys in town. Anyway,
when Sally suggested I apply for the stock boy position and I went in and
talked to him it was pretty much a shoo-in, with Sally's recommendation and
his knowing my brother already.

After I figured it all out I kind of enjoyed the job, it wasn't rocket
science and it was steady enough not to be boring, plus almost all the
customers were people I knew. I was a good worker and Mr. Reynolds let me
know he was pleased with how I was doing.

One afternoon not too long before closing time something happened that
changed everything for me. Our little town, though dinky, was still
something of a tourist place because it was situated in the foothills of
the Rockies at the mouth of a canyon that had a scenic road winding up it
to a beautiful state park, and that particular afternoon a couple of
tourists came in the store for a few supplies before going up and camping
in the mountains. Ordinarily I didn't make too much of the tourists but
these two guys happened to be a couple of the handsomest and fittest men I
had ever seen. I wasn't sure why I cared that they were handsome or fit,
but I was to learn a lot that day. What was odd to me was that Mr. Reynolds
saw them from across the store and almost tripped over himself getting to
them to see if he could help them. He seemed kind of nervous or worked up,
and I could tell he was looking these guys over really well. They
appreciated his help and were having a nice interaction but to me it seemed
that Mr. Reynolds looked kind of introspective with the look of longing on
his face. Maybe he was wishing he was going camping or something, but now
that I reflect on it, I remember that he always seemed a bit more animated
when he was working with the male customers who came in, at the time I just
figured it was his natural friendliness and didn't give it a thought. This
time, though, after the two guys were gone, Mr. Reynolds seemed really
wound up, his face was a little flushed and he went right away back to the
Men's room. I was a little put out because I needed to piss, but just
hadn't quite got there in time to beat him to it. The Men's room was just a
small room with a toilet and a sink, so only one person could go in at a
time. I got busy with other things while waiting my turn and it seemed to
take a while for him to finish up, but finally he came out, still kind of
distracted and flushed and went into his office. I went to the bathroom and
took my piss, then went to wash my hands and that's when I noticed a blob
of white stuff on the side of the sink. At first I figured it was just
soap, but when I saw the soap was green I was confused. Actually it looked
a lot like cum, but I couldn't believe that's what it was. Neither could I
believe it when I actually scooped it up and put my fingers to my nose, and
when my nose told me it smelled just like my own cum, even more
unbelievably I tasted it and sure enough, it tasted just like my own
cum. (Ok, what guy hasn't checked his own cum out?) Suddenly my heart
started racing and my cock almost instantly stiffened up as I realized that
Mr. Reynolds had just dropped a load in there, and it seemed pretty obvious
that the handsome men had set off something in him that required a
release. I then noticed some paper towels bunched up on top of the waste
basket, and again, unbelievably, I pulled them out and opened them to see a
big glob of more cum. Did I need to smell it and taste it to be sure? No,
but I did, anyway, and it tasted and smelled so damn good that I undid my
pants and whacked one out in a matter of seconds. Then reality hit: my boss
apparently was turned on by good looking men, and I was apparently very
turned on by that and by my boss being a handsome man himself with a hard
dick and the urgent need to choke out a load right there at work.

I guess you could say I had always known about homosexuality, shit, you
almost had to talk trash about fags, homos, etc. to fit in with the male
adolescents I hung around, but it had always kind of been a taboo to think
about it. But then, having just experienced what I had, I realized I had
thought more than once about other guys' cocks, had obviously seen my
brother's cock, both soft and with morning wood, other guys in the showers,
even my Dad's a time or two, and maybe, just maybe had fantasized about how
nice the sweat of one of the guys on the wrestling team smelled when I had
jacked off a time or two. But with my heart racing like it never had before
and the sexual frenzy I had just gone through I realized why I had never
really felt a lot of urgency to fuck Sally or any of the other girls I had
made out with. I didn't want to fuck a girl, I wanted to fuck a boy, and
the sooner the better. I was really upset then, and suddenly I got sick to
my stomach and puked up some bile into the sink. I was shaky and weak-kneed
as I rinsed the cum and the vomit down the drain of the sink, closed my
pants and washed my hands, then left the Men's room.

I must have looked pretty bad as I walked in a daze back to where I had
been redoing one of the displays because Sally was helping a lady find
something and saw me and rushed over to see if I was OK. I really couldn't
say anything, and by then Mr. Reynolds had noticed something was going on,
came over and made me go into his office and sit down. He got me a bottle
of water and sat down across from me, very concerned and asked me what was
going on. As much as I wanted to tell him, I couldn't. Instead I could see
him in a whole new way, not as a nice man who was a good boss, but as a
handsome very male being with a cock still dripping cum and wearing way too
many clothes. He had a nice cologne on, but I could also detect his male
scent radiating from his armpits and ever so lightly from his groin and my
new awareness that my pheromone receptors were in high sensitivity was a
bit overwhelming. He was looking at me with alarm, and I looked back at
him. Then, and I don't know where the courage came from to do it, I looked
at him directly in the eyes and whispered "Are you gay?" Mr. Reynolds eyes
widened and I probably would have shocked him less if I had hit him, his
mouth opened but he didn't say anything. He kind of looked around like a
trapped animal then stuttered, "Wh...wh...why on earth are you asking me
that, and why are you so upset?" I just blurted back "Because I was just in
the bathroom and I found your cum after those cute guys were here." He
looked stunned and frozen in place and then he reached behind him to close
the door and I said "Because if you are, then I think I am, too! And I ate
your cum and liked it." I reached over and grabbed him by the hand, looking
at him, shaking like a leaf, but knowing I would not let go until I had an
answer. Mr. Reynolds got up, walked over and closed the door to the office
and as he turned back to me he took my other hand, whispered "Yes", and
then I was in his arms. We both started sobbing quietly and he held my
shuddering almost grown man body close to his muscular frame with a
tenderness that I didn't know how to register. We stayed like that for a
couple of minutes, then he moved us apart, gave me some tissue to wipe my
eyes and drippy nose off, went to the phone and made a call. I was shocked
when I heard him say Terry's name and I made a lunge for the phone, but he
just pushed me back and told Terry to come over as soon as possible. Then
he told me to sit down and stay there, went out of the office and closed
the door. I couldn't imagine what was going to happen, or why in hell he
had called Terry of all people. Not that I had a problem with my brother,
he was cool and we got along really well, but I sure as hell didn't need
him to know I had just realized I was a "fag" and a "homo" and suddenly had
a great need to suck my boss's cock! I had to stay where I was because I
couldn't explain my breakdown to Sally or any of the customers either, so I
just kind of faded into a hopeless place, wondering what the hell would
happen when Terry got there.

About 10 minutes later, there was a knock on the office door and Terry and
Mr. Reynolds came in. "Thanks, James", said Terry, and he walked over to me
and hugged me. "James" left the office and closed the door. Then a story
came out of my football hero hunky brother about how he loved me, and how
he was gay, too, and that he and James were better acquainted than anyone
else knew. We talked about how his life had been since he knew he was
different than the other guys in this conservative little town, and how he
had blossomed into his real and best self when he and James had fallen in
love. That had all happened last summer, and they had been in touch all
school year, and got together on semester breaks. He didn't think anyone
else knew and he had wondered sometimes about me, but never had worked up
the nerve to talk to me about it.

After a while James knocked gently on the door and came in, said that
everyone was gone and he had closed the store and cashed out the
register. He looked at Terry and me, then motioned with his head to follow
him, and the three of us went to the back where the stairs to his apartment
were. Terry was holding tight to me and I kind of stumbled up the stairs,
James coming behind and then we were in the living room. It was nicely
decorated and very comfortable, and it was obvious that Terry felt pretty
much at home there, because he went to the refrigerator, took out three
beers and handed ours to James and me, opened his own and took a big
swig. "Well, little bro'," he said," Quite a deal, huh." Then he snickered,
then James' started laughing, and then I couldn't help but join in, that is
until I started crying again, then laughing, but eventually I felt both a
huge sense of relief as well as fatigue. James made some supper that I
don't remember, Terry let the folks know we were hanging out for a while,
not telling them the real reason was because I was scared and I didn't know
what would happen if I had to see them then.

Later, when I had to take a leak I walked back into the living room and saw
James and Terry kissing each other. I couldn't help but draw in a big
breath and bump into a chair, and they backed away from each other
apologetically. Again, where the courage came from I don't know, but I told
them not to apologize. In fact, I told them I not only wanted them to love
each other but to show me how. They were astonished at me and tried to tell
me that too much was happening too soon and I didn't really know what I
wanted, and made motions as if to bring everything to a close, when I just
yelled out "No, I want you to fuck me now!" Their jaws dropped and they
looked at each other as if they didn't know what to do, but when I said it
again, in a slow and very deliberate low voice, they turned to look at me
again and a look began to dawn in their eyes that held the message that
they knew the urgency of my need. And I could see that they wanted to fill
that need, no matter the consequences. Their eyes seemed to darken as they
looked at each other, then again at me, and I didn't have to say what I
wanted again. In tandem they walked toward me, their arms on each other's
shoulders, came up to me and pulled me into their embrace. From that moment
on my life exploded into wild sensations one after the other. Terry reached
for my polo shirt and pulled it up over my head at the same time as James
pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. The sweat I had smelled
earlier was riper now, mixed with that cologne, and I could see his armpit
hair was damp as he slipped the shirt off. He pulled on Terry's T as soon
as he had his own shirt off, and within moments the three of us were
touching our bare chests together. I had never felt the skin of another man
against my own, and the muscles of my brother's hairless chest were hard
and soft at the same time, while James' chest was like an animal pelt, long
dark hair curling across his pecs and surrounding his nipples before
trailing down to his pants. Terry and James seemed to be able to open each
other's pants almost automatically, and I knew it was only right for me to
try to keep up, and I had my jeans open and moving down in seconds. My cock
was as big in my boxer briefs as I had ever remembered it being and the big
wet spot was right next to a kind of dried one from before. I couldn't
believe the beauty of the two men who stood before me as they finished
getting out of their pants and socks. Terry had apparently been going
commando, because I didn't see any underwear around him and his cock was
pointing toward mine, seeming bigger than those piss hard-ons I remembered
and James' cock was outdoing both of us brothers, practically ripping
through the sexy bikini briefs he had on. But not for long, because I found
myself reaching out and pulling them out and down, away from the dripping
monster between his legs. His hairiness from above did not stop at his
waist, and his crotch was covered with nicely trimmed pubes, the hair on
his legs glistening as they caught the light coming from behind him. Now we
were all three trying to see whose cock could get the closest to the other
two and I seemed to be instinctively aware of what to do, when to do it and
how. I knew that I wanted to be on my knees and taste my brother and his
lover and even if I was clumsy I was certainly enthusiastic as I covered
their lovely cocks with spit, trying to get them both in my virgin mouth at
the same time. They were heating up on each other and moaning into each
other's mouths as they let me explore, each one had a hand on my head,
petting me and encouraging me in my explorations. Then they broke apart,
picked me up and together carried me into the bedroom where they lay me
down and started petting my whole body, working as a team and telling me
how beautiful I was and how happy they were to be the ones with me at this
important time in my young life. I could only writhe and moan since each
touch was something new and exciting, and the love they were sending me
through their touch was almost unbearable--I said "almost"--but I bore it
and wanted more. After a while I pushed their hands away and onto each
other and I moved over to watch as Terry lay on his back and welcomed his
lover onto his sweating muscular body. I could hear him groan with ecstasy
as James' hairy chest made contact with his smooth one. The nipples on both
sensational chests were hard, standing tall as if reaching for the touch of
the other's. Their kiss was hot and slippery, and I reached out to touch
James' sweaty back and his dripping armpit as he moved on my brother. Then,
since nothing would have prevented it anyway, Terry's legs moved out and
up, clasping James by the back of his thighs and his ass cheeks spread open
to receive his lover's cock into his sweaty asshole. It slid in with ease,
and I could only stare in wonder at how ecstatic my big brother seemed to
be in that moment, wondering if I would be able to take a cock that well,
and how it must feel so good. My ass seemed to pulsate as I watched, and I
knew that I would not allow these two beautiful mentors to leave me a
virgin that night.

It was a lot, and very fast, and nobody in their right mind would have
suggested two grown men bring out an 18 year old kid within hours of his
first moment of truth, but from the second I had first tasted James' cum in
the bathroom I had known who I was, what I wanted and I was so seriously
out of my "right mind" that I was going to get it, and as much of it as I
could as quickly as I could. Apparently, as I alluded to before, being a
man who loves other men involves a certain amount of instinctive responses,
because as I watched my brother's lover fuck him with passion and joy, the
smell of their hot sweaty bodies, the smell of swollen cock piercing a
slippery ass, I knew what to do. In a trance I moved over to where my face
was above where James' thrusting buttocks were and I buried my face in his
ass crack, my tongue automatically lapping at the sweat and musk and the
soft round hole that was spasming with each of his moves. I heard him shout
and I could tell immediately that I had done the right thing, except it
might have brought things to a head, so to speak, a bit sooner than Terry
might have liked, because James' butt cheeks clenched together pushing my
face away as he unloaded deep inside Terry. Then Terry began panting more
and moaning louder and as I slid off James' ass I could see my brother's
cock shooting an enormous load onto the glistening hair on James'
belly. There was no way I was going to let this happen without my own load
joining them and I fisted myself to the best orgasm I could remember, well,
at least since earlier in the Men's room downstairs, and I shot my own
volcano onto their heaving sides as they collapsed onto each other.

After all that there wasn't a lot of talking, each of us trying desperately
to regain our breath, only wordless sounds of overwhelming pleasure coming
out of our mouths, our hands gently stroking each other's arms, backs,
stomachs, sensitive, slimy cocks and asses until we all three just lay
there exhausted.

I won't bore you with the matter of my virginity being lost, I suspect you
understand that. I won't worry you with questions such as was it too much,
too soon. I suspect you understand that also. All I will say is that all
was well, very well. Everything, and I do mean everything changed for the
better for me that day, and that was something I know you understand.