Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2022 00:42:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: James Teaches Me Gay Sex Fun

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As a junior in high school, I spent hours reading Penthouse, along with
watching porno tapes I found here and there. Being so young and also with
parents working all the time, it was easy for me to cum five servings per
day. The expression of "lead in the pencil" was so correct looking
back. Young, dumb, and full of cum. It was a fun time to have my
formative years in the late 80's, as the music and movies were epic.
I'd goof off with my high school friends, occasionally smoking grass,
and also going to our hangouts. That drivers license was our Willy Wonka
golden ticket, and I so miss that 85 Dodge Daytona. Playing hair metal
while driving, we'd talk about girls, our high school football team, and
then someone would have a bong. Also we'd TP peoples houses, along with
other mischief.
Now 17 I was in great shape. 6'1 and lean, my body was filling out a
little more finally. As a long distance runner on the cross country team,
a lot of my friends were athletes. While I had considered football, I
knew my scholarship was going to be through my feet. Years later this was
proven, as I went to Stanford, and tried out for the Olympic team.
Although I didn't make it, smiling as I gave it my best attempts.
Looking back upon memory lane, I would be remiss not to first talk about
my desire to look ay pornography. This was a time of so many hormonal
changes. I had kissed and felt up a couple females, but watching the
movies, I was always focused on the guy in the scenes. That or the
pictures of a wet penis after a centerfold has sucked on it. While yes I
jerked off a lot, I was definitely into the idea of being with a male.
Yet how would I do this?

In our high school, being gay or bisexual was difficult, due to the
heavily religious community we were surrounded by. My parents made me go
to church when younger, and I felt so much of it was wrong. Not just the
bashing of gays, but slavery, and so much more. I was spiritual to a
degree. Still am. Yet to think a creator who was perfect, would cause
pain and also allow hatred, didn't and still doesn't sit well with my
core values. We are all humans, and should love rather than hate or deny.
Sure I looked at Jane at Sunday School, who was so pretty with her long
blonde hair and very stacked chest. Yet in the shower after cross country
practices or meets, I'd discreetly look at my fellow athletes. So many
of them were handsome, and I loved seeing a guys ass in the shower. It
was like breathing, as I just couldn't help myself.

No lightning bolts hit me, and the heavy bells at church, didn't fall
upon me. School was going well though, and my grades were all A's. My
Monday through Friday routine was school, practice mostly taking the
three mile runs, showering, and going home. There I would bring my porno
tapes on, and imagine sucking the strong men off, or putting my cock
inside them. Countless thick globs of white sperm came out of my eight
inch penis. For whatever reason I didn't feel hung, as it seems all guys
have a penis inferiority complex. Now I know better, but in the shower, I
didn't understand how I measured up. When I didn't have a movie, or my
folks were home, I'd masturbate in my bed before sleeping. Yes sometimes
it involved Jane, but more often it was the naked classmates in the
shower. I so dreamed of even feeling up another guy. Sure I knew I wanted
more, yet how does one get to the beginning of something fun?

Late in the cross country season, we got a transfer student from the high
school across town. James had with his parents moved mid year which was
strange, but it did happen here and there. He was more of a sprinter
type, that would join us to practice for upcoming track season. Our coach
Mr Thomason's initial review of him was correct. "James will be our
schools fastest sprinter." That became true as he broke several 40 yard
records, and others as he and I were teamed up to increase our teams
competitive edge. Him and I started with painful wind sprints. He was a
year younger, but this sophomore showed potential, and we worked also on
long distance stamina. Also we guzzled countless water and Gatorade
bottles, and became good friends in no time.

James like me had no brothers or sisters. He also was an introvert too,
but had a fun streak which I appreciated. Eventually I was able to get
him to join a few of us smoking weed, and we all spent time at a local
park. One time him and I tried Larry's acid, and saw all kinds of stuff
out of the trees. It was a strange and surreal experience, so we went
back to good old Acapulco Gold and Jamaican Red. Joints or bongs it
didn't matter, and Kevin was able to regularly supply us with high
quality liquor from his dads bar in the family room. Fall was still warm,
and our parents had given up on curfews, due to them working for
intelligence agencies or military subcontractors. That was fine with us,
as we loved the freedom it provided us. Even with our cars now, we still
took to the woods with our dirt bikes. Sometimes we even fished, and
illegal fireworks were always fun.

One night James lit off a mortar, and all of us were drunk and high. Yet
we were cognizant enough, to realize it was time to clear out of the
park. Sure enough five minutes later flashlights and blue lights were
everywhere. The projectiles he shot must have gone all over Lake Avenue,
and it was in the newspapers crime reports two days later. Yet due to our
youthful vigor the police didn't catch us running away in the dark. The
guys I'm still in touch with, it's still among our favorite
experiences. All the fat cops had no chance against youth that were fast.
Actually one of our classmates joined this department, and is a pretty
good officer, having earned the rank of lieutenant. Life does have funny
circles and jokes, as a part of the ride.

A lot of weekends my parents were who knows where. They had conferences
to go to. It was like their family was Uncle Sam, and I had to fend for
my own. I still only know limited details, but it involved satellites and
the cold war. Now that Russia it's screwing with Ukraine, again the
circle of life has returned. James's parents also were AWOL, although
not as much. His mom was a warm and kind person, although his father was
a domineering prick. Everyone knew it, and being around him, made others
feel as if they were walking on eggshells. James good looks came from his
mom. He was 5'8 or so, with really bright blonde hair and blue eyes. His
mom used to order us pizzas, where when he visited my house for a night,
the money was on the table from my folks. We'd order pizzas or go to
Mickeys Sub Shop. When James and I were in college, he went to USC, it
burned to the ground due to arson. The owner was charged and convicted
over insurance fraud. Yet to us we loved the meatball and pepperoni subs,
and their French fries were the best.

A lot of times, whether at his family, or mines house we'd smoke weed
out back. His dad didn't give a shit, and as sweet as his mother was,
she had no clue what we were up to. At my spot we could do whatever we
wanted to, and would spend hours playing the Nintendo. Later it became
the Sega Genesis, as we loved the basketball games. NBA Jam was the name
of it I think, and we spent months probably competing in this. Our games
went on for hours. Then we'd light up joints and smoke them. One of
these Saturdays, as we both wore our usual athletic shorts and shirts,
the subject of porn came up. James told me how he liked it, and one day
wanted to do it as a job. We both laughed a lot. He was right, "get paid
to get laid."

When we went inside the family room, I asked him if he'd like to watch
some. I was high as a kite, and he probably was too. "Sure." Going to
my bedroom, and under the mattress, I pulled out a tape. The first scene
was two lesbians. A Latin girl with dark nipples on those big breasts,
and a blonde chick with small ones and a nice athletic frame. The music
was cheesy, but on the tv they looked good. Watching the next scene was a
hot Asian chick with long dyed blond hair sucking and fucking her
boyfriend. His big penis was deep inside her vagina, and I was transfixed
looking at his balls hanging out.

Looking over I could see James was hard in his shorts. I was also. There
was this tension. The lady kept riding his penis sand screaming out in
pleasure, and then the man came on her face. The next scene was a dark
brunette lady sitting on a weight bench getting nailed. It was so damn
hot. James and I didn't say a word, but it was as if we somehow moved
closer to each other. I was reaching down my shorts surreptitiously, and
he also was touching his groin through his shorts. The temperature was a
million degrees. It was if the sun had landed there in the room, and no
matter what SPF or safeguards we took, there was nothing to prevent being
burned by this churning star. All of the cosmos was surrounding us, but
this brilliant star was kicking any inhibitors away. Finally I just
announced, "I have to take my shorts off, as I'm hurting down below."

James seemed kind of stunned, but didn't say anything to this. It was
like he was paralyzed, and I slid my red shorts off. My penis was raging
hard in my tighty whities, and I slid them down my lithe legs. Being buck
naked and watching this new lady with lots of makeup and big breasts,
suck a mans penis off was really making me horny. I could feel my factory
producing seeds at an alarming rate. Plus in the slightly dimmed out
room, I was turned on to be liberated naked in front of my friend. He was
looking at my hard penis a bit, but not really reacting other than
watching a huge cock het vacuumed by this on screen scarlet. She was
moaning and we could hear the slurping, and as she touched his testicles
with her pink nails, he screamed in pure pleasure. Before I knew it,
James was nude too. He even took his shirt off. He had a really nice
looking body, and seeing him naked made me feel like a pent up bull in
the ring. Tonight was going to be the night, as it was time to start the
exploration out, instead of just dreaming about it.

Yet my jaw dropped almost multiple times when James said, "Terry I hope
it's okay with you that I'm gay. I have to tell you the truth." "Can
you say that again?" He did and we started talking, and I felt really
comfortable with him. This was because he told me about his experiences,
and although I felt stupid and to a degree inadequate, I explained to him
my quandary. His smile was so reassuring, plus getting this out, was a
weight lifted. We soon we're talking more about gay sex, and I asked him
"could you help me learn more?" He smiled and suggested that we "start
slow." I was scared admittedly, but he asked permission to touch my
penis. My legs opened immediately. No words were needed. He told me watch
the movie, and the sensation incurred was absolutely incredible. Never
had I been touched by another man or woman there. This was so
outrageously good, and it was like living in another dimension as his
fingers were wrapped around my shaft going up and down. The adrenaline,
sweat, and smell of our maleness. I could hear myself moaning. His
fingers and hands were magical, as I got even harder. He knew what he was
doing, and I didn't want this to ever stop. I was his clay melting, and
as he felt my balls up, my whole back and body arched up in undeniable
bliss.

It was the best feeling of my life, and he grabbed my large hardness, yet
squeezed it gently. Up and down his fingers went. I got turned on
watching his hands on my private parts. He had me completely under his
spell. It was as if everything else had disappeared, and he had my legs
open with his hands manipulating my sex organs in ways they'd never
felt. I was in a whirlpool of electricity, and as I leaned back again I
caught sight of his very pretty penis. His wasn't as big as mine, but
seeing him erect made me go crazy. James noticed and said, "do you want
to touch it?" "Yes." It wasn't a loud yes but like a serene whisper.
Feeling his cock up, this was a first too and I liked it. Touching him
and being touched by him were even hotter. I liked the feeling of his hot
hard penis in my hands, and his balls felt like eggs in my palms. They
were definitely full. This much I knew, as now we were on the couch
together and our hands explored each other's dicks.

Soon he started to pull my penis up and down. It was a gravitational
change in perspective, and his other hand was on my balls. Oh I just
couldn't believe this was happening, as I started jerking him off. His
throbbing manhood pulsated in my hands, and I loved how his pubic hair
felt. This was all new ground, and it was the gay walking on the lunar
surface. Finally I knew what another guys penis was like, and as the
movie continued on, I felt him convulse, scream, and his wet liquid was
all over my hands. James kept at my cock and soon I was dizzy. An elixir
of hormonal rage, as my penis got still and all of a sudden, large globs
of my sexual fluids came flying out. It was the rocket launch of my gay
urges, and I shot a load into the air far above me. Touching his now
getting smaller penis, we both put our clothes on. There was a lot of
silence for awhile as it was like being lost when I knew where I was.
Finally James said "what do you think?" "I like it." We talked more
and I was so glad, that not only did I have a good friend, but one that I
had no doubt I'd learn and experience a lot with."