Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2022 13:28:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: James Teaches Me Gay Sex 4

Going downstairs at my family's house, I woke up fairly groggy, thanks
to the booze and weed. Still nude I did put my underwear on, and smelled
yes it was that. Coffee and cinnamon toast. James was still here after
last night. We hugged and he handed me a cup of Maxwell House. I got some
milk out, and sugar along with some aspirins. "This cinnamon toast is
really good James, thank you." It was a nice feeling to have a friend,
kind enough to make breakfast. Yet inside I was still stunned by the
fact, that now I had kissed another male, and also had several intense
sex sessions. So strange to think we fell asleep naked last night too. A
lot was changing, as he sat on the opposite side of the table. He wore
underwear and a t shirt. Smiling he caused me to as well, as I was liking
what we were doing. Ever since he had transferred from that other San
Marcos county high school, I had been happier in school, along with our
cross country practices and events. Plus we had a judgement free zone or
bubble going. I felt comfortable with him, despite his previous gay
relationships and experiences.
Growing up as a boy I knew I liked males. Long before the VHS tapes and
magazines too. Sure I was pretending the male porno star was me, getting
a blowjob from a guy, or that ass was a males, as I shot loads of cum
everywhere. Last night James asked me about furthering our sexual
experiences, but was so supportive, when I kind of freaked. It started
off when he asked me, "want me to suck you off, or when do you want to
fuck me?" I got soft and just kind of shut down. He caught this and
immediately apologized. Later on we grinded together and he reminded me,
"only if you want to and are ready." It was a lot to consider, and I
didn't want to disappoint him, I just wasn't sure yet. He was so kind
which I was glad for, but deep down I'd worry he'd leave me if I
didn't step things up.

We were spending a lot of time together, and I now realize I was falling
in love with him. Our conversations were high end intellectual, and we
just  had the chemistry that so many yearned for. He had originally grown
up in Washington DC, before moving out west with his parents. There was
no distinctive accent, but he moved faster than everyone I knew, and in
my gut I knew he needed a lover who would sexually satisfy him. Not
exactly sure how, yet it was obvious he wanted to kick things up a level
or two. Yet I pushed this back of my mind, and inquired about his DC
experience. He had it good living in the exclusive neighborhood of
Georgetown, that was at the west side of the nations capital. I was
fascinated by his growing up on the east coast, and was rapt with
attention, as he talked about presidential and other motorcades he
witnessed. Yet the nations capital wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
That drug was creating chaos and violence.

Here out in Cali he acknowledged "far more relaxing." Also as we sat on
the couch, my initial tenseness about trying new things, he was easing
off of it. Yet I did say "I'd like to kiss you again." It just came
out without thought, and our lips locked up. I liked it and he definitely
was far more experienced, and we both were hard. Yet I backed down again.
I pulled back. His body language and eyes indicated "it's ok." This
was a lot more intense than I initially had imagined. Finally we talked
about our running experiences. Our long distance runs we're getting us
prepared for track season, which both of us were more into. His quick 100
yard dashes and my mile events, that's where the excitement was. There
aren't really track and cross country runners, as you're one or the
other, despite participating in both at the high school level. We smoked
some more weed, and laying on his family room couch wearing nothing, I
noticed James eyeing my private parts. For some reason I just asked him,
"can we talk about your sex experiences with George?" They had been
lovers or more like fuck buddies, as he had burst James's cherry.

James was very open. His body language alone as he munched on pretzels.
That crunchy sound, he told me about his first time getting a blowjob. It
had started without warning as George basically had thrown him on the
couch, took his shorts off, before James entered a zone he had a
difficult time explaining. It sounded good though, as he said the warmth
and wetness, caused him to orgasm in George's mouth. Later that night he
gave his first one, but George agreed to warn him when he'd cum. It only
took a few minutes, but George explained to keep his tongue between his
teeth below, and lips as a seal above. Up and down he gently glided on
George's average sized penis, and said it was a salty, musky taste. I
was fascinated by how the precum came up, and James said this time he
spit it out on George's crotch. Then a little while longer, George
screamed "I'm cumming!" James watched in fascination as he jerked off,
and sure enough his thick white blobs of sperm had flown out really fast.
This was all new to me, as while I had dreamed about giving head and
anal, I felt a degree of embarrassment and humiliation. Yes deep down I
knew I was gay, and with mutual handjobs and minor kissing with James,
was feeling more comfortable. More confident also.

"How did the sex go James?" He blushed and his green eyes seemed to
dance. Yet he kind of, moved his hands around easily. Kind of minaret
like. I just smiled at him reassuring, letting him know that my curiosity
was open minded, and I think he wanted me to be honest. Yet we would get
down that chapter as needed. George had showed him what fingering was
about, and after James started to like this, he said "the first time
hurt, as did the second." Yet with each event "it got better," and
soon they were regular sex partners. Lots of lube was apparently
important, and I didn't know where to get that from. I admitted this and
James giggled playfully. Here we were two runners and friends. It was so
relieving to be honest about this subject, along with no pressure. Yet he
told me that he liked being pumped by his former lover. He said the best
feeling was the beginning as getting full was "mind blowing," and when
George orgasmed inside of him. Apparently he would also cum too, although
sometimes George had to blow or jerk him off. I was getting worked up
again, as was James, with soon our penises up against each other's.
Finally kissed him and his nipples. He did love this, and it was a big
step in the adventure of our male sexuality.

"Can I suck your balls Terry?" As he touched my testicles I couldn't
resist. Putting my feet up in the air made it an obvious yes, and the
warmth of his mouth was a feeling I had never experienced before. No one
has ever done this and here was my friend taking them into his mouth. The
feeling was overwhelming, as waves of pleasure went throughout me. As he
licked and sucked on my big balls, he jerked my shaft off. This was
amazing and I couldn't hold it any longer. This whole curtain of shame
was dissolving fast, as I was in another new world of higher than
expected pleasure. Watching his eyes and lips, I got super amped, with
cum exploding everywhere. Oh yes this was the best thing to happen to me.
I got his pretty penis off with my fingers, and we showered together,
before putting our clothes back on. It was tied to his family's imminent
return, and we kissed and hugged a bit.

To be continued