Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 17:34:57 +0100 (BST) From: Joe Ferns Subject: Gil's Opportunities - a very short history Beginning with Craig ... "Chastity in guys is a lack of opportunity," Harry Stowe remarked to the group gathered with him round the bar for the usual after-work Friday night drink. They laughed in agreement. Gilbert joined in the laughter but if any of his companions had been listening carefully they would have detected an air of bitterness in his mirth. Although to describe himself as chaste would be pushing it a little, as a gay man who kept his sexuality under close wraps, lack of opportunity was rather a sore point with Gilbert. He did not look for sympathy, however. That he was not 'out' was his problem. He knew it, he lived with it. He raised his glass to his lips, drank deeply and then, suddenly, smiled to himself. All the bitterness suddenly went; his mind had wandered away from his frustrations and he had remembered Craig, the beginning of opportunity, the end of chastity. Gilbert had been brought up in a large villa behind a high stone wall which encircled the garden. Neighbourhood boys were not encouraged within this precinct; Gilbert's mother had standards. Further, his mother had decided that the local school had a roll which was hardly exclusive and as a result Gilbert was sent into the distant city to be educated at a more suitable establishment. As a day boy the travel meant that attendance at after-school clubs or sports was difficult; in addition no fellow-pupils lived within an easy travelling distance of the Galloway residence. Having two elder sisters but no brothers Gilbert was decidedly short of male companionship. When he was twelve Gilbert discovered masturbation by accident. While sitting in the lavatory he had idly rolled his penis between his palms; the resulting sensation was not unpleasant. The ensuing stiffness surprised him, even frightened him a little but the feeling was good enough for him to put his fear to one side and to continue his discovery. It was some time later that Gilbert discovered this was called masturbation. About the same time much of the talk and many of the 'games' at school took on a sexual variation. The talk was crude and misinformed; the 'games' consisted mainly of invented excuses to grab at crotches. At lunchtimes something of a more adventurous nature seemed to take place behind the gymnasium but Gilbert knew nothing of the detail of this. In fact when talk or action appeared to take a sexual turn Gilbert was careful to absent himself from the group. The result, of course, was that Gilbert acquired the reputation of being something of a prude. The truth was that Gilbert feared two things; exposing his ignorance of matters sexual was one but more importantly he dreaded that he might inadvertently reveal more excitement than was deemed appropriate. You see, Gilbert sensed very quickly that to grab at someone else's penis was to humiliate them not give pleasure to yourself. At least that was the charade that had to be observed by the boys. Gilbert felt certain that he would give himself away. It would be when he was perhaps fourteen that things took an unexpected turn. Gilbert decided one summer afternoon to take his packed lunch on a bench near the janitor's cottage. This was a quiet part of the school grounds as there was no play area, no sports facility close by. You can imagine then his surprise when Craig Royston appeared and came across to join him on the bench. "Y'alright Gil?" Craig muttered as he sat down. "Yup," was the gruff reply. Craig produced his own packed lunch and they sat and ate in silence. "Whatcha reckon that is?" Craig suddenly asked, pointing to the far side of the grounds. Gil turned to look in the direction indicated and, while distracted, Craig Royston grabbed at his groin, got a grip round Gil's balls and released as quickly as he had grasped. "Gotcha!" Gil turned to stare at his companion. Craig grinned at the open-mouthed boy. Gil resumed the munching on his sandwich but he did not take his eyes off Craig's face. Craig's grin broke into a broad, confident smile. With that, Gil reached over and grasped Craig Royston by the balls. There was no resistance, no attempted avoidance. If anything Craig parted his legs a little to accommodate the invasion. Gil's hand lingered longer than was customary with such games. You see it was not only the warm mass of flabby genitalia that Gil discovered. Craig Royston was rigid, as solid as a small tree-trunk. Gil gripped the boy's rod and gulped. Craig meanwhile had reached across again to place his hand firmly on Gil's crotch where he encountered a rapidly expanding member. "Good one, Gil." And that was the start... "Hey, Galloway! You off in wonderland or what? It's your bloody round. Try to keep up," interrupted Harry Stowe as he poked Gilbert in the ribs.