Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2019 12:46:56 -0700 From: Paul Landerman Subject: The Old Fag: Stuart and Raj Chapter One Thanks to the many readers who have sent me notes commenting on this series. I had a wonderful adventure during the writing phase and am pleased to be able to share this with you. Be sure to add a donation to Nifty.org to your list- Nifty provides space for hundreds of authors and thousands of original articles for your free reading pleasure. The following is an original story and is copyright by the author and no distribution or replication may be made except with the written authorization of the copyright owner. If you are not of legal age to enter this website you must leave immediately. Please send any comments or questions concerning this story series to: pjwltx9@gmail.com The Old Fag Book Four: Stuart and Raj Chapter One Mason Taylor's only nephew and only surviving relative, Stuart Warden, the handsome and brilliant chief legal counsel to the newly-elected Governor of California, was sprawled across the queen-size bed he shared with his lover Raj Acharya. Sated by a two-hour bout of intense sex, both Raj and Stuart lay semi-comatose staring up at the ceiling of their townhouse in Beverly Hills. "When do we have to go to Sacramento to go house hunting?" Stuart asked Raj. As the Governor's chief of staff, Raj was in charge of all of the arrangements for the transition to the state capital. "You and I are going a week before the Governor and his family; we need to be on the ground by Tuesday." "Tuesday? As in the day after tomorrow?" Stuart was now wide awake. "Tuesday. Pack lightly." Raj was laughing; he knew Stuart always packed as if he was going to climb Mt Everest. But in his mind, Stuart was recounting the years he and Raj had been together. They had met as a consequence of Stuart's uncle, Mason Taylor, being recruited by the then-mayor of Los Angeles; Mason was asked to head a citizen research panel to provide advice and counsel to the mayor on the direction the city should target in its economic programs. Although at that time Mason and his husband Mario were famous for their sex parties, Stuart and Raj had never participated in them. More to the point, Raj had never participated: Stuart had been good and deeply fucked and rimmed and jacked and blown and had given as many fucks as he had taken, prior to meeting Raj. Since they had come together, Stuart and Raj were head-over-heels bound together and had never cheated on one another. Which is not to say they had never had sex with someone outside of their marriage: Raj and Stuart were both cock-hounds, and three or four times a year they would hire Rent-Men "escorts" in town or would go on vacation and find a gorgeous man who wanted to play with them for a weekend. Puerto Vallarta was their favorite spot: easy to fly to from LAX, great weather, dozens of gorgeous Mexican men with enormous cocks and no inhibitions. But their unbreakable rule was, they never cheated: they always had sex with another man together. It was a great rule, and it also allowed them to stretch their sexual boundaries: they always came away from such experiences commenting afterwards on what new tricks they had learned, or how they had been pushed in a new direction. After their most recent trip to Puerto Vallarta, when they had engaged a gorgeous Mexican hunk with a 9-inch cock and had fuck sandwiches all weekend (Stuart fucked the Mexican while Raj fucked Stuart and then the Mexican fucked Raj while Raj fucked Stuart and then,,,) they discussed the experience. Stuart then asked Raj "You know, I have been wondering for a long time why you seem to be so sexually relaxed and why you seem to be so talented." Raj smiled and replied "Easy question. I had a mentor." "A sex mentor? A teacher?" "Yes, actually to both questions. He was my professional studies mentor at my college in India, and so we became close friends. He was also a distant relative of my father, so I knew him before I enrolled at the university. He taught me everything I knew about gay sex up to that time." "Wow, that's amazing. He must have been very good." Raj laughed. "Do you mean sexually? Well, yes, he was a walking Kama Sutra, so to speak, but he was also very gentle and never demanding." Stuart asked "Is that why you are so versatile?" "Yes. He always counseled me that sex is as much about giving pleasure as it is about taking pleasure. That is why even the first time he fucked me, it was pleasurable rather than painful." Stuart silently contemplated that for a moment. "I wish my first time had been like that" he sighed. "Why? What happened?" "Well, you know I grew up on a farm in eastern Idaho, and I was in the Boy Scouts, and one year when I was 16 and we went to summer camp up in the Teton Mountains in Wyoming, my tent-mate wanted to jack off together and then over the summer one thing led to another and he convinced me that I needed to get fucked so I let him and it hurt like Hell. No lube, no kissing, no passion, no romance, just wham-bam and he came inside me and I hurt for days." "And so what happened after that?" Raj asked quietly. Stuart replied "So then I waited until college, and in fact I waited until my second year; I found a nice quiet fraternity house off campus to live in, instead of the dormitory, and three of us in the fraternity were gay so we decided to show each other how to do it." "Was it better?" "Oh yes, oh Hell yes, the first time was not so great because I was so tense from the fear of having the summer-camp experience being repeated, but my friends got me through it and gradually, by the end of the fall semester I could relax and take a stiff cock in my ass without a lot of preparation other than just being clean, of course." Stuart smirked. He continued "But obviously it was nothing like what you experienced, I mean, I never got mentored, I just learned to fuck. And by the way, I am very grateful to your mentor." They both laughed. Raj seemed to have a far-away look on his face; Stuart asked "Do you miss him?" "No; he passed away several years ago. I was sad of course when he died, but I also realized I have my own life to live, and for the record, Mr. Chief Legal Counsel, I am delighted that I have it to live with you." Raj leaned over and kissed Stuart on the lips, a long warm passionate kiss. "Me too" Stuart retorted, and then rolling off the bed, said "I guess I better get started packing." Raj could not help laughing. "What? What?" "Nothing, Darling, just get packing." Raj went into the bathroom to take a shower while Stuart found his suitcases: Givenche, of course.