Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2023 00:06:19 -0400
From: Ww Ww <er14990606@gmail.com>
Subject: Opening the Closet Door - Chapter Three

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OPENING THE CLOSET DOOR -- Chapter Three

Ryan awoke at 7:30 in the morning to an empty bed.  He assumed that Casey
had gone to the bathroom.  When time passed, he thought perhaps Casey had
gone for coffee.  The morning went by with Ryan alone in their room.
Ryan became concerned and wondered what had taken Casey away for so long.

It was past 2:00 in the afternoon before Casey reappeared.  Ryan was at
his desk, and turned around when Casey came into the room.  Ryan
immediately realized that something was wrong.  Casey's normal demeanor
was gone.  He seemed anxious.  The perpetual smile on his face was now a
frown.  He was a person in distress.

Casey stood in the middle of the room, pointed his finger at Ryan, and
said, "Let's get something perfectly clear.  There is only one gay guy
in this room and that is you."

Ryan immediately realized what had happened.  Last night, Casey and Ryan
had made love.  They had been tender and affectionate.  Casey had kissed
a man, sucked a dick, and fucked a male ass.  He had been tipsy, but he
knew what he was doing, and he had enjoyed it.  Now, he feared what that
meant.  His response was to deny it.

Ryan was quick to give a reassuring response.  "You are right. I never
thought otherwise."

There was a moment of silence as Casey stared at Ryan.  Ryan continued,
"It's like you said before, I like dick, and you have a cock that wants
to get off.  It's just that simple.  I need dick and you have one."

Ryan paused.  Casey's tension seemed to diminish.  Ryan continued,
"You're a ladies man.  You get more pussy than anyone I know.  But if
there is no girl around and you have a need, think of me as a
substitute.  A friend with benefits.  All you have to do is tell me when
you need it."

Casey resembled his old self.  "Good, we understand each other."  Then
he turned and busied himself on his desk, effectively ending the
conversation.

The rest of the day and evening was as it always was.  They studied, ate
together, talked and laughed.   That evening, Ryan was in bed, his part
of the room dark, while Casey finished some last minute preparation for
class the next day.

Casey turned his chair around and looked in Ryan's direction.  "Are you
asleep yet?"

Ryan replied, "No, just laying here, waiting for sleep to come."

"I've got a problem," said Casey.  "My dick is hard.  I've tried to
ignore it, but it won't go away.  Do you think you can be a buddy and
tame it for me?"

Ryan had worried all day whether his physical relationship with Casey had
ended, so his heart leaped when he heard Casey's question.  Ryan felt
like jumping up and shouting, but he maintained his cool and said calmly
"Sure."

Ryan crawled out of bed, walked across the room, and knelt in front of
Casey's chair.  Casey sat on the edge of the chair, lifted his hips, and
slid his shorts and underwear to his ankles, exposing his rigid cock
standing at attention.

Ryan "tamed it" as Casey had asked by jacking it, licking it, and
sucking it.  Ryan had admired and desired Casey for the past two years.
They had their first sex last night, but this morning it all seemed
lost.  But now heaven was restored.  He had Casey's beautiful hard cock
in his mouth. It tasted so wonderful.  It fit his mouth so perfectly.
Ryan was happy again, but mindful of the morning conversation, Ryan kept
his shorts on and ignored his own cock.  Casey gave his approval of
Ryan's work with frequent moans.  When Casey was near, he wiggled on the
chair and began to hump his hips, saying, "Here it comes."   Ryan was
rewarded with a mouthful of cum.

Casey said, "Thanks.  I needed that."

Later in the darkened room as Ryan heard the  rhythmic breathing of his
sleeping roommate, he slid down his underwear and jacked his cock to
climax.  He laid there with sperm puddled on his stomach and thought
about the conditions Casy imposed on their physical relationship.  He
could accept them.  He still could have Casey's dick, and this made him
happy.

It was two weeks later, and Ryan and Casey were packing for the Christmas
break.  Since Ryan's first sober encounter with his roommate, Ryan and
Casey had had sex nearly every night, but the elation Ryan felt then had
now changed to despair.  Over the past weeks, Casey became increasingly a
different person--arrogant, demanding, condescending toward Ryan.  He
spoke to Ryan in a demeaning way and demanded for Ryan to repeat his
words.  Ryan had seen this side of Casey before, with fraternity pledges
each fall and the student in the library bathroom.  Ryan disliked it, but
he seemed unable to say no to Casey's demands for sex.

 Casey closed his suitcase, turned to Ryan and said, "You're not going
to get my dick again until after New Year's.  I'm going to give you a
real good fucking."

Casey dropped his shorts and stepped out of them.  He pulled off his tee
shirt and threw it aside.  Ryan was sitting on the edge of his bed,
shirtless, with a cock that was growing longer and harder.  Casey stood
before Ryan.  He took his hard dick and slapped Ryan's face three times
with it.

"You're not getting it until you ask for it," Casey sneered.  "Tell
me what you are and what you want, faggot."

Ryan looked up at Casey and said what he had been trained to do.  "I'm
a cocksucking faggot, and I want to your dick in my mouth."  Ryan parted
his lips and Casey put his hand on the back of Ryan's neck and pushed
his face into Casey's crotch, his cock hitting the back of Ryan's
throat.

"Suck it," Casey commanded.

Ryan did as he was told, resenting Casey's manner but at the same time
loving the feel and taste of Casey's dick.  After a few minutes, Casey
grabbed Ryan by the hair, pulled him off this dick, and said, "Tell me
what I like to hear."

Ryan said, "I'm a pussy boy, and I want your big dick in my ass."

"That's right.  Now get in position," Casey replied.

Ryan stripped off his shorts and knelt on the edge of his bed with his
ass in the air and his face on the mattress.  Ryan's hole was at the
perfect height for Casey's cock as he stood on the floor.  Casey slapped
Ryan's ass cheeks hard three times before pushing his way into Ryan's
hole and burying his dick deep inside.

Casey said, "I'm going to punish your hole."  He began immediately
with hard thrusts, his body slapping against Ryan's bottom.  Casey used
Ryan's hole while Ryan jacked his dick.  Minutes passed before Casey
shot his wad in Ryan's ass, and Ryan emptied his balls onto his sheet.
Casey withdrew and, ignoring Ryan, walked across the room, turned out the
light, and went to bed.

As Ryan laid on his bed, he finally resolved to remove himself from this
toxic environment.  He did not intend to become the pathetic boy in the
library bathroom who after being abused by Casey asked to meet him
again.  That night Casey called fucking Ryan as "punishing his ass."
Ryan didn't want punishment, he wanted affection.  Deep in his heart he
hoped for love.  This was not it.  Besides the situation with Casey,
Ryan's long time doubt about the legal career his father had chosen for
him required a decision.  Ryan's solution was to leave school, to take
the spring semester off.  He needed a break and time to think.

Ryan spent the next morning packing.  After lunch he went downtown.  He
had a destination that was long overdue..  It would be the first step in
defining his new life.  He found the place.  It sat in the middle of a
city block.  On the left was a three story warehouse.  On the right was a
small two story apartment house with four doorbells at the front door.
Ryan's destination was in the middle, a single story windowless building
sitting in the back of a long narrow parking lot.  Over the door was a
sign saying Hole in the Wall.

Ryan entered and took three paces in before stopping and looking around.
It was a rectangular room with well-worn wooden chairs and tables.  It
was empty of customers.  In the far right corner was a bartender who was
taking glasses out of the dishwasher and putting them on a shelf.  The
bartender looked up at Ryan and then continued his work.  A few moments
later, the bartender looked up again and saw Ryan still standing at the
same place.

The bartender called out, "Do you know where you are?"

"Yes, the Hole in the Wall," was Ryan's reply.  Ryan then walked
through the room and took a seat at the bar.

The man behind the bar was named Tony.  He was in his 60's and had owned
the place for twenty-three years.  Like all successful bartenders, Tony
was a student of human nature.  He could read people.  He knew when to
talk and when to be quiet.  He was intruitive and thought he knew why
Ryan was there.  He said, "Is this your first time in a gay bar?"

Ryan replied, "Yes."

"Then this calls for a beer--on the house."  Tony pulled two cans out
of the cooler and said, "This is a celebration.  I'll join you."

The two strangers exchanged names.  Ryan complimented the cold beer.  And
then Tony said, "Okay, Ryan, what's your story?"

The guarded nature of Ryan's personality had been left behind when he
entered, and Ryan poured forth with information about himself and his
decision to leave school.  He ended with "So, I need a job and a place
to live."

Tony, in turn, took time to talk about himself and his establishment. He
also owned the apartment house next door.  Ryan had not come to the Hole
in the Wall looking for employment, so he was surprised when Tony offered
him a job tending bar as well as the chance to rent an apartment next
door.  An employee had just left, so there was a job opening and an
apartment vacant.

Ryan expressed disbelief.  "Why me?  And I have no experience being a
bartender."

Tony said, "I like you, and I am a good judge of character.  Besides,
your needs match my needs.  And furthermore, a goodlooking guy like you
behind the bar will be good for business."

Tony assured him it was easy.  "It's basically beer and wine and
whiskey on the rocks.  Sometimes they ask for a martini or manhattan.  I
will show you those.  There's a drink book behind the bar, but you
won't get any requests for fancy drinks.  This is not that kind of
place."

By this time another bartender had come to work, so Tony and Ryan went to
see the apartment.  It was a large room with a queen bed, a table with
four chairs, a sofa, a kitchen along one wall, and two doors.  One door
was a closet and the other was the bathroom.

Tony said, "It's furnished along with sheets and towels, and there is a
washer and dryer in the basement."

Ryan accepted the offer of the job and the apartment.  Then Tony said,"I
have a question, and your answer, yes or no, has nothing to do with your
employment or your renting the apartment."

Ryan was puzzled and silent but his face showed he was ready for the
question.  Tony said, "Do you want a blow job?"

Ryan chuckled to himself.  He had been out in the world for two hours and
he already had a proposition for sex.  The offer came from a man who was
likely the age of Ryan's grandfather.  Ryan had never been with a man
this age, and he said, "Yes."

Tony dropped to his knees and Ryan dropped his pants.  Ryan's cock was
just starting to grow stiff when Tony took it into his mouth, where he
sucked on it until it was rigid and at full length.  Ryan's eyes were
closed as he focused on what was happening between his legs.  The feeling
was fantastic.  Tony had sucked countless cocks.  He had over forty years
to perfect his  technique, and it was doing its magic.  It didn't take
long, and Ryan gave a warning, moaned, and emptied his balls into Tony's
remarkably warm, soft, and talented mouth.

Ryan's dick started to soften, and Tony stood up.  Ryan said, "That was
fantastic.  It made me cum early.  I'm sorry."

Tony smiled and said, "I take it as a compliment."

Tony saw a smile on Ryan's face and a twinkle in his eye, and then he
heard, "Pull down your pants."   Ryan kneed down.

Tony was maybe five foot ten inches tall.  He had a decent body but was a
little thicker in the waist than when he was Ryan's age.  The hair
around his cock was curly and gray.  Sucking Ryan's dick had made
Tony's dick hard, and it stood straight out from his body.  There was a
bead of precum on the tip.  Ryan stuck out his tongue, touched it, and
moved his head back.  A string of precum stretched from Tony's dick to
Ryan's tongue.  Ryan sucked it into his mouth and his lips now encased
Tony's cock head.  Ryan then took all of it in his mouth and attempted to
suck dick as good as Tony had done.

Ryan was beginning a new life, and Tony had lived that life for forty
years or more.  The dick in Ryan's mouth had been in hundreds of other
mouths.  That thought excited Ryan. It was a dick with experience, a
veteran of suck sessions too many to count.  It, in a way, was wise.  By
sucking Tony, Ryan was seeking all that.  He was elated when it came, a
mouth full of sweet tasting cum.

Ryan left with cum in his stomach and the key to his new apartment in his
pocket.  At his dorm he packed, not just for the school break but for his
departure from school.  The next day he went by the fraternity to post a
note on the bulletin board to tell his brothers about his decision.

It was a piece of typing paper.  He had drawn a heavy rectangle with a
black marker to make it noticeable.   Within the rectangle he wrote that
he had withdrawn from school, and he included his new address, his email,
and telephone number.  Under that he said he was working as a bartender
at The Hole in the Wall, followed by the bar's address.  There was a
subtlety to his message.  Some of the brothers would recognize the name
of the bar and understand its significance.

MORE TO COME