Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 11:01:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life Boat

Life Boat
by
Sin Titulo

	The title sounds dire doesn't it.  This story isn't
about a sinking ship, but rather something that
happend to me that didn't really involve a tragedy at
all.  At least not directly. In this case the life
boat I speak of was a raft of overwhelming
understanding that saved me from a life I wouldn't
have wanted to live.
	Although I didn't know it at the time, I was a gay
man trapped in a heterosexual nightmare with no role
models for a gay lifestyle to emulate, and my folks
urging and even insisting that I get married and raise
a family.  We all have those early pressures on us
right.  No news there.  My mother had picked out a
girl for me, whose name was Carlotta.  The girl
actually turned my stomach, but to keep the peace in
the house, and my sanity, we dated all through my last
year of high school.
	Since my folks were poor, there seemed to be little
prospect of any higher education for me at the time,
so I felt myself being pushed and dragged by both my
folks and Carlotta to commit to something I had an
unexplained horror of.  I spent as much time alone as
I could manage, trying to figure out what was wrong
with me.  Finally, I decided to go talk to a trusted
teacher.  The woman, Mrs. N. was a godsend.  I'd had
four years in her Art classes, and she respected my
talent as a painter.  When I explained the problem,
she understood that I was being forced into the space
between a rock and a hard place.
	She told me to try to relax and let her do some
negotiations for me to see what she could do.  I
hadn't a clue what she was talking about, but I
trusted her and left my problem in her hands.  One
Friday afternoon, I got a note while I was in my
Biology class, to come see her after school.  When I
arrived in her office, she was talking to one of the
male teachers of math.  He was a younger man in his
mid twenties, with short cropped hair, and a slight
body.  I'd never had him as a teacher, because he
specialized in advanced mathmatics for which I had no
talent or interest.  My art teacher introduced us, and
said that she had to deliver some paper work to the
principal's office.  Once she was gone, John H.,
suggested we walk out to his car, while we talked
about my problems.  He had to be at another school for
a meeting, and didn't have much time.
	Once we were in the deserted stairwell, headed down
to the teacher's parking lot, he asked me point blank
if I was gay.  I hadn't a clue if I was, but told him
I didn't think so.  We walked in silence for a bit,
until he asked me if I had ever had sexual thoughts
about other guys.  I screwed up my courage, because I
knew he was trying to help me, and told him that I had
had thoughts of hugging the school's star pitcher on
the baseball team.  John just nodded as we continued
down the stairs.  When we reached the parking level,
he asked me what I thought might happen if I told Jim
S, the pitcher, what I felt for him.  I replied I
thought I'd get punched out.  Again John just nodded.
At his car, he asked me if I wanted to ride with him
and hang out while he was in his meeting.  I agreed,
and we got into his car and drove out of the lot.
	"You know Darren," he said to me after we had joined
into the traffic stream.  You might be having these
thoughts about Jim, because you're a gay person.  I
looked at him in a kind of shock, but he continued.
	"Nothing wrong with being gay', he said.  "In fact
I'm gay.  My partner is teaching Phys Ed at
Jefferson', he said, using the name of a compettitive
high school across town.  I was still being shocked.
I'd never met a man willing to say so openly that he
was gay, and here I was in the car with one, who had
told me he had a male lover, teaching Phys Ed.
	"what. . .uh . . .kinds of things do guys do
together?"  I shocked myself with this question, and
stared at my hands folded in my lap, and hiding a
growing problem in my pants.
	"We take turns doing what each other wants sexually.
We both top and bottom when we fell the need."
	"What does that mean?"
	"What?  Top and bottom?"
	"Yeah."
	"Just like it sounds.  Sometimes I'm on top, and
sometimes I'm on the bottom."
	"You mean you put it into your partner or he puts his
into you?"
	"Exactly.  You get the picture."
	"Doen't it hurt taking the bottom?"
	"A little at first, but you get over it pretty fast,
and it feels great."
	"How did you meet your partner?"
	"Well, actually, we met in a bar near the campus
where we were both getting our teaching degrees.  It
was a little place where a lot of guys hung out trying
to meet other guys.  He asked me to help him with his
math class homework, and when we got to his apartment,
he grabbed me and kissed me on the mouth.  Things just
took their natural course from there.  We dated, at
his apartment for several weeks, and always ended up
having sex.  When we graduated, we decided to try to
stay together and find jobs if not in the same school,
at least in the same city.  So here we are, living
together in an apartment complex, where there are a
few other gay couples.  We try to keep a low profile
in the schools, because so many parents wouldn't
understand our relationship."  I nodded, but said
nothing.  My mind was racing with images of men doing
sexual things to each other, and my cock had grown
hard as rock.
	John pulled into the parking lot of the other school,
and parked his car in an empty slot near the entrance.
 He killed the engine, and asked me if I wanted to
listen to the radio while he was in his meeting.  I
said I wanted to think about things, so he shrugged,
and got out and shut the door.  I rolled the window
doawn, and watched him go into the building.  I needed
to find some release from the pressure our talk had
built up in my cock and balls.  I couldn't do
anything, because we were parked facing the building,
and I could see people moving around in the windows.
	I sat there and mulled over our conversation, and
gradually began to realize I needed to do something
about my thoughts about Jim the pitcher.  I hatched a
plan to ask him to go to a movie with me using two
tickets to a world premere I'd won in a radio call in
contest.  When John came back out, I told him my plan.
 He thought it was a good start, but warned me about
being too forward on a first date.
	Jim was happy to go to the movie with me especially
since one of the actors in the film scheduled to be
there for the premere, was a favorite of his, and he'd
never seen him in person.  We got there early, and got
good seats in the center of the theater, about three
rows from the stage.  Jim was excited by the idea of
being so close to the actor, and I was excited by
being so close to him.  Since I had provided the
tickets, Jim bought me a large popcorn, and a coke.
We shared the popcorn, and drank the coke before the
film started.
	It was announced over the speaker system, that there
would be an intermission half way through the film, so
the stars could come on the stage and talk to the
audience.  When the lights dimmed, Jim put his hand on
top of mine, and squeezed.  I nearly wet myself, and
imediately began to get hard.  I kept the nearly empty
popcorn bucket in my lap to hide my growing dick from
him.
	The first part of the film was so so, and Jim's
favorite actor, a big muscle bound TV western star
making his first Hollywood film, was pretty sexually
hot.  Jim would squeeze my hand everytime he came on
the screen.  At the intermission, we were at first
disappointed when the big muscular star didn't come
out to talk to the audience.  Several other actors
appeared, and answered questions and told a few
stories about the making of the film.  Finally, when
the audience seemed to be getting restless, the
moderator of the show, announced that the limosine
bringing the star, had finally arrived, we broke into
cheers.  The big man sauntered out onto the stage
dressed in the costume from the film.  We went wild.
Jim was bouncing in his seat, and squeezing my hand
tightly.  My cock felt like it was about to explode.
	The rest of the film, was so so, and when it ended,
we both sat there while the audience filed out of the
theater.  I looked down, and realized jim had a hardon
in his pants as big as mine.  We waited until nearly
the last of the crowd had filed out before either one
of us was soft enough to get up and walk.  Out front
of the theater, Jim asked me if I wanted to sleep over
at his house that night.  I felt my pulse quicken, and
told him I'd have to ask my mother.  She said it was
alright, when I called from a pay phone, and Jim and I
talked about the film and the actor all the way to his
house.  By the time we got there, his folks were just
leaving.
	"we're going out to dinner with friends," his mother
said.  "We'll probably go back to their place to play
cards for a while afterwards.  Don't stay up too late
hon, and don't do anything that might be dangerous."
Jim's father chuckled, and they got into their car and
drove away.
	Jim made us a couple of sandwiches, and helped
himself to his father's beer supply.  He offered me
one, and I took it even though I didn't like the taste
of beer.  In his room, we listened to the radio while
we ate our sandwiches, and drank our beers.  He showed
me his photo album of all the team victories he'd
pitched.  We talked about girls for a while, and then
he asked if I wanted another beer.  I didn't, but said
yes just so we could keep talking.  I was in seventh
heaven alone with him in his room.
	Once the second beer round was finished, he yawned,
and stretched, and announced he was ready to go to
bed.  I asked where I was to sleep, and he pointed to
his double bed.  "With me.  We don't have a guest
room. "  My dick began to swell all over again when he
told me that.  He went to the bathroom and brushed his
teeth, and offered me a fresh toothbrush since I
hadn't planned ahead and brought my own.  When I
finished brushing my teeth, he was already in bed,
turned away facing the wall.  I lifted the covers, and
got a shock to see he wasn't wearing any pajammas or
briefs.
	"Hope you don't mind.  I like to sleep in the nude."
He looked over his shoulder at me and winked.  "Get
the light before you get in;will you?"  I hit the
light switch, and the room was plunged into darkness.
I had kept my briefs on and hesitated about taking
them off, but decided against it remembering what John
had said about being too forward on the first date.
	I crawled in behind him, trying my best not to touch
his warm body.  He let me get settled, then backed his
butt up against my hip.  He wiggled it a bit, and then
turned over completely, and raised himself up on his
elbows.  He reached down and snapped the waist band of
my briefs once, and said that I didn't need them as
far as he was concerned.  I nearly choked, and felt
him start to tug them off me.  My cock sprang to life
in an instant, and I just knew when he realized it he
would kick me out of his bed, and his house, and his
life.  I was nearly rigid with fear.
	"What's this?"  He was holding my briefs up to his
nose in the dim light from the window.  "There's a wet
spot here that smells good."  I stammered a few
awkward sounds, and felt him reach under the covers
and grope my raging hardon.  I sighed too loud, and he
squeezed me hard.
	"I saw you get hard at the theater, and it made me
hard as well.  Feel."  He took my hand, and pulled it
down under the covers and put it on his own hardness.
I sighed again.  He leaned over me, and before I
realized what was happening, he was kissing me on the
mouth.  His tongue was probing and pushing to get
between my teeth, and I was suddenly opening up
everything for him.  He kissed me long and
passionately, and slowly began to stroke my cock while
he did.  I began to leak precum onto his hand, which
he would occassionallly bring up to his mouth and lick
off.
	"You ought to try mine," he whispered in my ear.  "I
taste it all the time."  I felt the pool of wetness on
the web between my thumb and forefunger and let go of
his hardness to lick it off.  It sent an electric
shock wave through me, and suddenly I wanted more.
	"You into sucking me man," Jim asked.
	"I'd like to try it.  I 've never done anything like
this before.  Have you?"
	"Oh yeah.  I've got a couple of buddies on the team
that are into cock.  We get together once in a while
for sex.  You know Mike G. and Tony D.?"  I recognised
their names and was surprised that either of them
would be gay.
	"Go ahead and get on my dick.  I'll talk you through
it.  I'd like to cum in your mouth, so if you don't
want it, just spit it out after.  There's a cup on the
night stand you can use."  I leaned down and looked at
his oozing cock in the dim light from the window.  I
wanted to see it better.
	"Do you mind if we turn on the lamp?"  I didn't wait
for an answer, but reached over and switched it on.
Jim was laying on his back raised up on the pillows
watching me.  His blue eyes sparkled in his ruddy
handsom face, and his sandy hair was mused in a sexy
way across his forehead.  He smiled as I took his
thick hard cock in my hand again.  I looked at this
object of my daydreams, and not infrequent night
dreams, and examined it closely.  It was about six or
six and a half inches long, and as thick as a banana.
The rosy head flaired wider than the shaft and looked
almost angry with its hardness.  A slick of precum
glistened across the pink expanse, before slipping
over the flair and down the shaft.  The shaft itself
was thick with bulging veins, and I could feel a
constant throbbing in my fist, and realized I was
feeling his heart pumping blood into his horny dick.
	"Go ahead man.   Take it in your mouth.  Watch the
teeth."  I followed his instructions and soon had the
salty tang of my first cock soaking in my mouth.  I
felt like drooling all over it.  "OK.  That's good.
Now start licking under the head, and bob up and down
a little bit.  Don't let it get too deep for a while,
or you'll gag. "  I did as I was told, and he let out
a long sigh.
	"Man, you were born for this.  How many cocks have
you sucked before?"  I pulled off for a brief moment
to tell him the truth.  He was my first and only
sexual experience with another person to that moment.
	"OK, then go at it a little faster, and try to get it
a little deeper in your throat.  If you gag, just pull
up quick."  He humped my face a little, and soon we
had a nice give and take going.  It seemed to me as if
we did this for fifteen minutes before his breathing
got more ragged, and he grabbed my head with his
strong hands and groaned that he was going to blow his
wad.  I hardly knew what to expect.  I'd seen my own
cum shoot out of my dick as I jerked off, and knew
that it could have some force behind it.  I tried to
prepare for what ever eventuality would happen.
	The first squirt, hit the back of my throat and left
a stinging sensation there.  I swallowed
instinctively, and pulled up until just the head was
still in my mouth.  He grunted, and tried to push my
head down on his shaft again, but I resisted.  The
second shot boiled out in such profusion, my tongue
was gummed up by the wad.  I swallowed again, almost
gagging on the cuantity.  The third shot, was weaker,
but still a lot to swallow, and by the time I got it
down, he was beginning to dribble cum into my mouth in
a thin stream.  I finished swallowing what he had to
offer, and finally, slightly out of breath, let his
softening cock slip out of my mouth, and sat up.  I
wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and crossed
my legs indian style on the bed and took hold of my
still hard cock.  I jacked myself a few strokes, while
he recovered from his orgasim.
	"Don't waste that," he whispered, and leaned over to
open the drawer of his night stand.  He removed a tube
of something called KY, and handed it to me.  "Slick
you dick up with this stuff.  I want to sit on it."  I
squeezed a bit of the clear gel onto the head of my
cock, and wiped it down and around my shaft.  I leaned
back on my elbows and watched him stand up and put his
feet on either side of my body.  He lowered himself
down until he could reach my cock.  "Hold yourself up
for me."  I took my cock at the base, and aimed it at
his crack.  He lowered himself until I could feel the
heat of his body through my cockhead.  Suddenly, he
was touching my cockhead with his butt.  The next
instant brought sensations I'd not been able to
imagine in my dreams.  The tightness and then the
smooth heat of his rectum slipping around my hard
flesh sent shivers through my body like I'd never
experienced before.
	After a moment, he was sitting astride my body fully
impaled on my six inch cock.  I was in heaven.  He
leaned down and kissed me probing my mouth with his
tongue.  I kissed him back, and slowly began to hump
his ass.
	"Yeah.  That's it baby.  Fuck me slow like that."
Before long, we were both sweating and slick with the
moisture on our skins.  I leaned up and took a deep
sniff of his underarm.
The smell was intoxicating far more than the two beers
I'd drunk.
	"Roll with me baby, and get yourself on top.  I want
to put my legs over your shoulders so you can fuck me
deep and hard."  We managed the manuver without
disengaging where it counted, and when it was
completed, I was in the perfect position to fuck him
the way I had dreamed of so many times before.  He
groaned as I took charge of the fuck, and let him have
all that I could give him.  I must have fucked him for
several minutes before I felt myself rising to the
occassion.  I grunted out that I was going to cum, and
he asked me to pull out and cum in his mouth.  I tried
to do as he asked but the cum started spewing out of
my cock, and he lunged to capture the head.  At that
moment, I leaned over him, and my cock plunged deep
into his throat, and I couldn't stop myself from
fucking deeply into his mouth.  I finished shooting
everthing I had, and realized he was turning blue
under me.  I pulled out of him, and he gasped for
breath.  I started to appologize, but he held up a
hand and waved me silent.
	"That was great!" he wheezed.  "Best fuck I've ever
had.  I'm going to have to introduce you to my
buddies.  They'll love getting nailed by your hard
dick."
	We laid down and tried to arrainge the covers over
our bodies, and after we were settled, he reached over
and wrapped his fist around my still semi-hard shaft.
He stroked me a few times, and as we lay there in
silence, he put his head under the covers, and took me
in his mouth again.  It took me longer to cum the
second time, and the third time seemed to take
forever, but I enjoyed every minute his mouth was
working on me.
	After the third time, I switched roles and sucked him
again, and then again.  By the time we had wrung
ourselves dry of cum, sleep was not far off.  I think
it was getting light in the window, when I felt him
spoon up to my backside with his hard dick pressed
into my crack.
He put an arm over my shoulder, and whispered to me to
get the KY out of the night stand.  I handed him the
gel, and before long, he was slipping his hardness up
into me, and I was fucked for the first time.
	The following Monday, after spending Sunday at Tony
D's house having sex in every imaginable position with
the other two boys and Jim, I stopped into John's
office first thing, and told him what had happened.
He just got up and came around the desk and hugged me.
 I had to go to my first class, and the tight soreness
in my ass told me all day that I had found myself.
	Later that day, in my art class, my teacher took me
aside, and told me she had some good news for me, and
to stay a moment after class so she could tell me what
it was.  When the bell rang, the rest of the students
bolted, since it was the last class of the day.  Mrs.
N, the teacher, waited until the last one was gone,
before coming to talk to me at my desk where I was
still working on a small painting in gouach of a
mother breastfeeding her child.  I'd used a photo from
National Geographic as my model.
	"If you would like, I have found someone who will
sponsor you at college."  I looked at her for a long
moment.
	"What does that mean?"  I finally could form a
sentence.
	"It's someone I've been talking to about you for
several months.  He and his wife are art lovers, and
had a son who was killed in a skiing accident before
he could go to college.  They have a fund they had
been creating for him, but since he can't be with us
to use it, they have agreed to offer it to you, if you
would like it."  She watched my reaction to her words,
while I silently took them in and continued painting.
	"Is there a catch?"  I finally asked.
	"They feel you should have a chance.  I explained
about you parents and their position about education.
The only catch would be that you do your best."
	"I always do my best."  I laid my brush down, and
hugged her tightly.  We rocked in that embrace for a
full minute.
	"I know you do," she said finally.  "I know you do."

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