Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2023 14:24:14 -0400
From: Ww Ww <er14990606@gmail.com>
Subject: Opening the Closet Door - Chapter Four

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OPENING THE CLOSET DOOR -- Chapter Four

Ryan began work after the first of the year.  He could wear what he
chose, so he bought several tightfitting tees to show off his physique.
In a vintage clothing store, he found a Rolling Stones tee with the
famous tongue and lips, and he cut off the sleeves to showcase his biceps
when he wore it.  He bought a vest to wear open and bare-chested to show
off his pecs.  Finally, he decided that in hot weather he would work the
bar shirtless.

Ryan's appearance extended beyond his wardrobe.  He stood in front of
the bathroom mirror one morning deciding whether to shave his private
parts.  "I'll look like a porn star all smooth and hairless," he
thought to himself with a smile.  Then he remembered how shaving his face
every day was a bother to him, so his decision was to trim.  When
finished he had hairless balls and a small short bush at the base of his
cock.  He loved the looks of his dick, and he didn't want it hidden in a
hairy mass.

Ryan moved from an environment where everyone was assumed to be straight
to a place where everyone was assumed to be gay.  At The Hole in the Wall
he was like a young boy in a candy store wanting to try every flavor.  He
vowed to himself to be reasonable, but it did last long.  While at break
on his first day, he got a blowjob from a high school baseball coach
while sitting in a car in the parking lot.

Tony had warned Ryan that as a new and good-looking employee, he was
going to get a lot of attention.  Some guys were direct and
straightforward with a proposition.  Others would just hand him a
business card with their personal phone number on the back.  Still others
tried to charm him with conversation.  As for Ryan, his favorite tactic
when someone caught his fancy was to serve them their drink accompanied
by a cocktail napkin with his email address on it.

Ryan was determined to take what sex came his way, but he wanted no
entanglements or commitments, so he vowed not to have repeats.  His vow
was soon broken when Robert, the baseball coach, pleaded with him.  He
was only slightly older than Ryan, being in his first year of teaching
and coaching.

He said, "Help me.  I'm going nuts seeing those naked guys in the
shower.  And you look so much like my first baseman.  You're my
substitute"

Ryan could not refuse.  It helped his decision that the coach had an
athlete's body, something that always turned him on.  To add to the fun,
Ryan pulled out of his dresser an old shirt from high school.

Robert knocked on Ryan's apartment door.  Ryan called out, "Come in,
the doors unlocked."

Robert entered to find Ryan's room empty.  Then the bathroom door opened
and out came Ryan with no pants, sporting a hard dick.  He wore a shirt
that read "Brown High Baseball."

Robert exclaimed, "Fuck."  He dropped to his knees ready to suck.  He
looked at Ryan and his baseball shirt, pointed at Ryan's rigid dick, and
said, "You certainly have an impressive bat there.  Come here and let
the coach take care of it."

Ryan stepped forward and Robert took Ryan's dick into his mouth and
began to suck as he bobbed up and down on the shaft.  He was a man
excited and in a hurry.  Ryan put his hand on Robert's shoulder and he
relaxed and slowed down.

The two were playing the role of the coach and his player and after a few
minutes, Ryan pulled on Robert and said, "Hold on, Coach.  Stand up."

Robert rose and stood before him, still fully clothed.  Ryan reached and
put his hand on Robert's crotch and felt the erect dick in his pants.
He said, "Coach, can I see it?"

Robert dropped and stepped out of his pants and underwear.  Ryan played
the role of the timid student, standing before Robert looking at his cock
and then looking at Robert's face.

Robert said, "You can touch it."

Ryan smiled and wrapped his hand around Robert's dick and began to
slowly jack it.  Then he dropped to his knees.  He said, "Teach me how
to do it, Coach"

Robert said, "Run your wet tongue up the shaft to get a taste of it.
Then wet your lips and put them over the head.  Then slide your lips down
and when your mouth is full, you suck it."

Ryan did as he was instructed for several minutes before he rose.  In
silence the two walked to the bed, pulled off their shirts, and laid head
to toe.  They enjoyed minutes of pleasure before bringing each other to
climax.  Their balls empty, their stomachs filled with cum, they laid
there staring at the ceiling, enjoying the bliss of the moment.

Later as they dressed, Ryan playfully said to Robert, "Coach, you told
me how to suck, but you didn't tell me what to do with a mouthful of
cum.  I had to improvise.  I swallowed."

Robert laughed and said, "Smart boy."

After the enjoyable role play, Ryan thought he would see Robert again
soon, but he didn't show up again at the bar for nearly a month.  When
he finally sat down at the bar again, Ryan greeted him with, "Hello,
stranger.  Long time no see."

Robert replied with a smile on his face, "I've been busy."

The look on Robert's face demanded a second question.  Ryan asked,
"What has kept you so busy?"

Robert's smile grew into a grin, and he said, "My first baseman.  He
can really fuck."  The two guys laughed.

One evening Ryan was not busy and was leaning against the back of the
bar, thinking of Will fucking his ass.  Will did not like to go downtown
to visit Ryan, and Ryan vowed to avoid visiting the campus.  So Ryan's
relationship with Will ended.  With Will on his mind, Ryan saw a guy walk
in.  Suddenly there was a knot in his stomach.  It was lust at first
sight.

The man looked Ryan's way and their eyes locked.  He stood there looking
at Ryan as his companion looked around for a table.  Ryan was pulled away
to serve a customer.  He looked back and saw the two guys sitting and
talking.  Then the handsome stranger looked again at Ryan and held his
stare.  This time the stranger was pulled away to talk with his friend.
They finished their drinks and left, but two days later the handsome
stranger came again, this time with a different companion.  He sat at the
same table and locked eyes with Ryan across the room.  Then the handsome
stranger got up and walked to the bar, and stood in front of Ryan.

Ryan said, "You look even better up close."

The stranger said in response, "It's inevitable.  I am taking you to
bed.  When is it going to happen?"

The man's name was Jeffrey.  Two days later Ryan arrived at Jeffrey's
condominium.  The doorman summoned an elevator, and he was soon in a
beautiful apartment overlooking the city.
Jeffrey was a twenty-eight-year old fashion model with fair hair and blue
eyes.  He had appeared in magazines, mail-order clothing catalogs, and
had walked the runway at male fashion shows several times.  He spent a
lot of time in New York and California.

Jeffrey had hors d'oeuvres and offered Ryan a variety of drinks.  Ryan
chose beer, and Jeffrey gave him one along with a bottle of water.  He
said the water was his favorite and was from France.  They talked and
Jeffrey was entertaining, full of funny stories about his work and
travels.  Before they finished their beer, Jeffrey reminded Ryan again to
finish his water.

Finally, the object of their meeting came forward.  Jeffrey put his hand
on Ryan's thigh, gave it a rub, leaned in, and kissed him.  Then he
said, "I like to play in the shower.  Okay with you?"

"Sure," was the response, and within a minute they stood naked in
Jeffrey's large glass walled shower.

There was a bench along one wall with two shower heads, one issued water
like a rain shower and another one was on a hose, detachable with varied
sprays.  They soaked themselves, laughing and holding each other's
cocks.  Then Jeffrey pulled Ryan away from the streaming water and they
embraced, their hard cocks pressed together between them.

Suddenly Ryan felt it, it was warm and wet.  Jeffrey was peeing, and the
hot urine was coating their two stomachs.  Ryan understood now why
Jeffrey offered the beer and water.

Jeffrey's bladder was empty.  Still embraced, Jeffrey asked Ryan, "Can
you piss?"

"I'll try,' was the reply.

Jeffrey stepped back and knelt.  Ryan closed his eyes and took his hard
cock in his hand and squeezed to lessen his erection.   After a few
moments Ryan released his water.  It was weaker than normal because he
was half aroused but his bladder was full.  The first of the stream hit
Jeffrey's chest and he moaned.  Ryan directed it downward, hitting
Jeffrey's stomach and then soaking Jeffrey's cock and balls.

Ryan looked up and saw Jeffrey with his mouth open, eager for Ryan's
pee.  Ryan raised his cock and directed his water into Jeffrey's open
lips.  His mouth filled and the excess spilled over his chin and down his
chest.  Jeffrey swallowed and took more.  Then he waved Ryan forward.
Jeffrey placed his lips softly on the head of Ryan's dick and drank
until Ryan's bladder was empty.

Next they explored each other's body with soapy hands:  legs, cock and
balls, pecs, arms, pits, back, ass.  Jeffrey took Ryan's dick, slick
with soap, and slid it between his wet thighs and grabbed the head as it
emerged below his ass.  Ryan slowly fucked.

Jeffrey kissed Ryan and said, "Thank you" expressing his appreciation
for Ryan accepting and participating in his special desire.  He said
further, "I'm yours.  Whatever you want."

Ryan, who liked it all, answered Jeffrey with a question of his own,
"What do you want the most?"

Jeffrey replied, "I have a stomach full of your piss.  I want more.
Fill my mouth with your cum."

"Then fuck me and fill my ass with yours."  Then Ryan turned around,
bent at the waist, and braced himself against the shower wall.

They fucked there, their soapy bodies splashed by the shower.  Jeffrey's
dick felt great in Ryan's ass, as he knew it would.  Jeffrey held
Ryan's ass as he steadily worked his hips, causing Ryan to utter a moan
each time Jeffrey's stroke reached its deepest point.  Ryan's dick hung
between his legs, dripping precum.  He ignored it, saving it for
Jeffrey's mouth later.

Jeffrey humped faster and harder, and when his climax came, he grabbed
Ryan's shoulders and pulled his body back into him as he washed Ryan's
insides with his seed.  Jeffrey was not finished, and as soon as he
squirted the last of his sperm, he withdrew, pulled Ryan around and
sucked his cock into his mouth.  He was a great cocksucker, but little
was needed for Ryan to release a gush of cum into Jeffrey's mouth.
Jeffrey hummed approval as his mouth filled.  He swallowed, adding more
of Ryan's bodily fluids to his stomach.

*****

People read the message Ryan had left on the fraternity bulletin board,
and he received several emails, mostly short notes of best wishes.  No
one mentioned Ryan's new employment.  As Ryan expected, he heard nothing
from Casey.  He wondered how Casey felt now that everyone knew he lived
two years with a gay guy.  If he was uncomfortable, Ryan thought, Casey
deserved it because he was such a shit.

When Ryan's email showed a message from Adam, his dick began to thicken
even before he opened it.  It was a chatty message, much like the talks
they had had over the past two years.  Adam talked about school and
sports.  He said he missed watching old movies with him.  There was no
mention of where Ryan worked.  Adam was no less charming in his message
than he was in real life.  Ryan had fallen under Adam's spell when they
first met.  Ryan laughed to himself about the irony of life.  He had
access to many men but the one he most wanted to bed, Adam, was
unobtainable.

The next week, Ryan got another email.  It was a cryptic message from a
fraternity brother and it said, "Good luck, from your close friend,
Jimmy.  We are closer than you think."  What puzzled Ryan was that they
were only casual friends.  They were not close at all.  The mystery was
answered that night when Ryan saw Jimmy come into the bar.

Jimmy found Ryan and sat down on a bar stool, and Ryan served him a
beer.  After the niceties of conversation, Ryan asked Jimmy about his
message.  Jimmy answered, "We are the same.  I could be working here and
fit right in."  Jimmy had been just as good as Ryan at playing
straight.  One might think that such a revelation would lead to something
physical, but as life would have it, neither Ryan or Jimmy had desire for
each other.  Later that evening, Jimmy left with a muscled fireman with a
nice sized uncut cock which Ryan had previously seen up close and
personal.

By April, Ryan had settled into his new life.  He enjoyed his work, and
the schedule varied. He regularly visited the public gym in the
neighborhood to keep himself in shape.  When not enjoying the pleasures
of the flesh, he read and watched sports on TV in his room.  As for his
further education, he had finally made a decision.  He had applied to
transfer to the teachers' college in town, beginning in September.  He
wanted to teach history in high school and be a coach.

It was the second week of April and Ryan had his head down as he sorted
beer cans in the cooler under the bar.  He heard "I'll take a
negroni."

Ryan looked up to see a handsome face smiling at him.  The man was a
light skin black guy with a shaved head, sexy brown eyes, and thick black
lashes.  Ryan smiled back and nodded his head, acknowledging the
request.  This was a drink that Ryan didn't know, so he turned and began
looking at the recipe book on the back of the bar.

"Do you know this drink?" the stranger asked, and Ryan admitted his
ignorance.

The man lifted his hand toward the bar and asked, "Can I show you?"
Ryan agreed and the customer walked around the bar and stood next to
Ryan.  "I'm Brian," he said as he extended his hand.  Ryan replied
with his own name and a firm handshake.   Ryan noticed immediately
Brian's clothes immediately.  He had on a suit, white shirt, and tie.
The suit looked expensive.  It fit perfectly on his wide shoulders and
was tampered to accent his smaller waist.  Ryan was dressed quite
differently with shorts, a sleeveless tee cut short to showcase his
six-pack abs, and an Atlanta Braves baseball cap.

Brian's smooth manner matched his clothes.  He talked with Ryan as he
made the drink, adding gin and sweet red vermouth to a glass of ice
before he reached his long arm up to the top shelf above the bar and took
down a bottle of bright red liquid that had never been opened before.
"This is Campari."  He finished with a piece of orange peel.

Brian slipped it, snapped his lips and said, "Good."

Then he gave the glass to Ryan and said, "Now you."

As Ryan took the glass their fingers touched.  He slipped, and said "I
like it."

The conversation was easy as Brian sipped his negroni.  Brian was a
lawyer in a large firm.  He didn't give his age, but Ryan figured it was
around thirty.  They talked of many things but a bond was made over their
mutual interest in sports.  They had both been athletes in high school,
and Brian had gone on to play basketball on his college team.

Ryan said, "I bet you were good."

Brian smiled and replied, "I wish, but at least I was first off the
bench."

Several evenings later Brian appeared again.  Obviously coming from work,
he had his suit coat over his arm, his tie was loose and his shirt collar
unbuttoned.  Ryan saw him at the door and by the time Brian walked the
length of the room to the bar, Ryan was ready and set a prepared negroni
down in front of him.

Brian's white shirt was tapered, hanging close to his body emphasizing
his physique.  The sleeves of his shirt were rolled to his elbow and his
biceps filled the sleeves above.  Everything about Brian radiated
sexuality, even his hands.  Ryan had noticed them at their first
meeting.  Large hands with long fingers.  Their conversation was engaging
as last time, and Ryan returned to continue it each time another
customer's wants took him away.

On Saturday of that week, Ryan had an early shift and was tending bar
about 4:30 pm, when Brian came in.  He had come from the tennis court and
was dressed in white, which accented the beauty of his brown skin.  His
armpits were wet from the heat and exercise, but what grabbed Ryan's
attention were Brian's white tennis shorts.  They were skin tight,
showcasing his muscular legs and full rounded ass.  The bulge in the
front was noticeable.

Ryan was interested in Brian beyond conversation but had refrained from
any obvious expression.  He sensed that Brian felt the same way.  The
sight of Brian today caused all Ryan's caution to disappear.  He looked
at Brian's engaging eyes and sensual mouth and said, "Do you fuck?"

Brian was surprised by the question and stared at Ryan for a moment as
the full meaning of the question was processed in his brain.  Realizing
what it meant, Brian smiled and replied, "Like a champ."

It didn't happen until the next evening in Ryan's apartment.  As they
met, they embraced and kissed, and then both their hands moved down,
seeking a cock.  They both found one hard and ready to play.  They
stripped, and Ryan saw a handsome muscled man before him, aroused, and
holding a tube of lube.  Brian had come with a mission.

On the bed, Ryan gave full expression to his oral desires.  He licked and
kissed and sucked all over Brian's body.  Then it became Brian's turn
to pleasure Ryan.  Brian's head went down and Ryan felt a wet and warm
mouth surround his dick.

After a minute, Brian released Ryan's cock and gently turned Ryan onto
his side.  Brian moved closer, and the two were spooning, back against
chest, crotch against ass, legs against legs.  Brian's arm reached over
and across Ryan's chest and held him close.  Then Brian put his finger
to Ryan's lips and pushed softly to be admitted.  Ryan opened his mouth
and sucked Brain's finger like he had sucked his dick.

Then Brian raised Ryan's leg, giving access to Ryan's puckered hole.
The saliva eased the entry and Ryan felt the long sexy finger inside
him.  It moved around and explored before moving back and forth, end and
out.  The fingering was just preliminaries.  Soon Ryan was on his hands
and knees, feeling Brian's lubed cock pressing at Ryan's backdoor.  The
entry was easy and Ryan moaned as Brian sank his entire shaft in one long
slow movement.

To Ryan every fuck was good and every fuck different.  The thing he will
always remember about Brian was his endurance.  Brian fucked with a
steady rhythm minute after minute after minute after minute.  The dick in
his ass had already taken Ryan to the edge, and he knew he was ready to
climax but he waited for Brian to get there too.

Finally, Brian began to fuck faster and harder.  His hips were like a
piston, and the room was filled with the sound of Brian's body slamming
into Ryan's ass.  Brian grabbed his dick and whacked it hard and fast.
It exploded with a shower of cum on the bed sheet, and soon after Brian
announced his own victory with a loud and sustained "Ahhhhhhhhh."

They laid together quietly both staring at the ceiling as Brian caught
his breath, and Ryan enjoined the lingering euphoria of his climax.
Finally, Brian asked, "How was it?" wanting to know if Ryan got what he
had hoped for.

Ryan replied, "I have been truly and completely fucked."

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