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  “So, tell me, Brent,” he asked, interrupting my reverie, “do you feel like you were just raped?”

  Startled, I looked around to see if anyone could have heard what he said. There was no one that close to us, and those who were nearest were obviously engrossed in their own conversations. I took a swallow of my drink and thought about his question. He sat there with a pleasant look on his face, waiting for my answer.

  “No, not really. What is it they say, you can’t rape the willing? But how did you know I’m gay?”

  He grinned. “My gaydar is infallible.”

  “Really? I’ve heard of gaydar, of course, but I always suspected it was a myth. What was it that tipped you off? I’ve tried all my life to hide it.”

  He nodded his head. “I thought so. And you don’t seem gay, don’t act gay, for sure. It’s more a matter of vibes with me. And I’ve never been wrong. Well, there was that one time,” he continued, chuckling, “but I’ll spare you that sorry story. Now, I have a question for you.”

  “Okay.”

  “You said you’d always tried to hide being gay. Have you had much experience?”

  I knew what he meant. “Would you be surprised if I said this was my first time ever?”

  “Not really. I could see what looked like panic on your face when I led you back to my office. I figured you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to go ahead with this or not, so I determined to get down to basics as soon as I could.”

  I grinned and hoisted my glass to him. “You devil!”

  When Miss Perky brought our meals, we went through the usual routine about where we were from, where we went to school, what our families were like, and all that. His biographical data don’t matter much at this point, but I was surprised to learn he was twenty-eight, Gabe’s age, though he looked more like twenty-two.

  When asked about our dessert preferences, Guy said, “Brent, you have to show me there are no hard feelings. Either you let me pay for this dinner, or else you have to come back to my place for dessert and coffee. I’ve got vanilla ice cream with raspberries and chocolate chunks in it. What do ya say?” He had such an eager look on his face, I couldn’t refuse. Besides, I was enjoying the afterglow, so to speak, and Guy was both great to look at and pleasant to be with. So we split the bill and went back to his car.

  I’m not sure how we got to his apartment. It was in a different neighborhood from mine, and it was still snowing, heavier than before.

  When we got inside and he’d hung up our coats, he took off his sneakers, so I did the same, leaving them by the door. He made the coffee, dished up the ice cream, and nuked some fudge sauce to pour over it. We sat at his kitchen table facing each other, enjoying our dessert like a couple of old friends.

  “Brent?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’ve already done something that could have made you really pissed with me. But we’re cool, right?”

  I grinned. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

  “Super! So what do you say I give you some more lessons? You call the shots. Tell me what you want to do. We won’t do anything you don’t want to. And I’ll sort of coach you through it.”

  My body screamed at me, “Yes, yes!” My conscience said, “But there’s Gabe.” Another voice asked, “Wouldn’t it be better if you ever get together with Gabe if you’d had some experience first?”

  “Yeah, Guy. I’d like that, if you’re willing. But a hot guy, woops, no pun intended—”

  He laughed. “No problemo, Brent. I get that all the time.”

  “Okay, then, I don’t understand why you’d be interested in me. You have the perfect body.”

  “That’s what a lot of guys think. But, see, I’ve always wished I were taller and thinner. You have a very sexy body, and, face it, you’re one of the handsomest men I’ve ever seen. You should have been a model.”

  “I can’t believe that.”

  “Believe it, man!” He took our dishes, spoons, and mugs, rinsed them, and put them in the dishwasher. “Time for lesson number two.” He held out his hand. I gave him mine, and he led me to his bedroom.

  Like his office, his whole apartment was compulsively neat. The bedroom was in some ways what I’d always thought a typical jock’s room would look like. The wall above his dresser was covered with medals. There were lots of photographs on the walls, showing him in his singlet or whatever they call it, on the parallel bars, the rings, and doing his floor routines. And there were several pictures of him with other guys who looked like his clones, obviously team mates in moments of victory, arms around one another, smiling.

  “Any requests?” he asked.

  “Pardon?”

  “What would you like to do now?”

  “Well, I should pay you back, I think.”

  “Brent, that’s not the question. What would you like to do?”

  Sheepishly, I said, “I’ve dreamed of having a cock in my mouth for almost as long as I can remember. And from what I saw in the shower, yours looks delectable.”

  He chuckled. “Delectable, huh? No one’s ever called it that before. But if that’s what you want, stud, you got it. Let’s not rush into things, though. We’ll get there when we get there, okay?”

  Getting into the spirit of things, I said, “You set the pace.”

  He stood close to me and put his hands on the bottom of my sweater. I raised my arms above my head, and he took it off. Then he just stood there, arms at his sides. Getting the idea, I began to unbutton his flannel shirt very slowly, looking into those cobalt eyes as I did. I was already hard. When I took off his shirt, I tossed it on top of my sweater. For a moment I was afraid he might want to hang everything up, but he didn’t seem bothered by the growing pile of our clothes. I put my arms over my head again, and he pulled my T-shirt from my jeans and removed it. I did the same for him. Then he slowly unfastened my jeans and pulled them down, this time leaving my boxers in place. My hard dick poked through the fly of the boxers, though, and he gave the tip of it a swipe with his tongue as he lowered the jeans. I had to raise each white-socked foot in turn so he could snatch them up and put them on the clothes pile. I did the same to him. He, too was wearing boxers, and his cock, now considerably longer than when I’d seen it in the shower, was tenting them out.

  I was ready to drop to my knees and jerk his underpants down, but he must have sensed that. “No, not yet, stud.”

  He began to finger my nipples. It never felt that good when I’d tried it, and I let out a groan. He grinned. “Ya like that, do ya?”

  “Oh, yesssss!”

  “How about this?” He began to lick and then suck on my nips, a feeling I had never experienced. Afraid I’d get too aroused again, I pushed him back on the bed, got on all fours above him, and leaned down to take his big pink nubs into my mouth, alternating between them. It was instinctive, I suppose, and soon he was telling me how good it felt, what a ‘natural’ I was. Letting instinct continue telling me what to do, I licked my way to his navel, pausing there for a while as he alternately moaned and verbally encouraged me. Then I followed his thin trail of blond hair down to his slightly-darker pubes. I had to hold his hard penis out of the way as I did so.

  Guy’s cock was a lot bigger by now than it had looked in the shower. I stared at it.

  “It’s okay, Brent. Just lick it like a sucker for a while. Then you can take it in your mouth if you feel ready.”

  My first taste of cock was better than I had ever imagined. I have no idea how to describe the sensation of having that hot, smooth, hard thing on my tongue and quickly in my mouth. It was so good that I tried too hard, as many beginners do, and gagged.

  “Easy, man. You don’t have to take it all. Just suck and lick. Do what you know feels good to you. And watch the teeth, okay?”

  Being careful to cover my teeth with my lips, I went back to work. Soon I had him being less verbal. I understood from his groans I was doing it right. I never deep-throated him that night, but he did come in my mouth, and I discovered that his cum tasted better than my own, wonderful in fact.

  I crawled up and lay beside him. My prick was hard and drooling again, even though it had only been a few hours since Guy had sucked me in his office.

  He turned on his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “An A for effort, B for performance. For a newbie, ya done good, Brent.” Before I could thank him, he continued, “Now, in our next lesson, we’ll see if we can’t take care of that problem.” He looked at my cock, which was lying against my belly, or actually lying parallel to my belly but not touching it.

  “You want to suck me again?” I asked.

  “I’d love to, but I have something else in mind.” He rolled over and took a plastic bottle and a package of condoms out of the bedside drawer. “Here.”

  I must have looked perplexed. “You do know what these are, don’t you?”

  “Oh, yeah, even I recognize rubbers and lube. I just wasn’t sure who’s doing who.”

  He smiled. “Man, I just came. It’s your turn again. So you put on the rubber, okay? And put some lube on your dick before you roll the rubber over it.”

  As he watched, I did what he had instructed me to do.

  He turned over onto his hands and knees. “Now, stud, put a fair amount of lube on two fingers and work them into my ass.”

  I had always had a fascination with guys’ asses, and I had fantasized about what he had just asked me to do. My first instinct when he stuck his muscular butt up in the air was to put my mouth on it, but I did what he asked me to. I was surprised by how hot it was inside him. I’d never figured on that.

  Once I’d worked some lube in, he said, “That’s good. Now, put some more on your dick.” When I’d done that, he said, “Okay, stick it in slowly. Don’t worry about hurting me, but take it kind of easy.”

  I put the tip of my sheathed cock against his cute pink anus. Worried something so big would go into a hole so tiny, I hesitated. Then I remembered the size of some of the toys I’d had up my own ass.

  My brief reverie was interrupted when he said, “Brent, this won’t be the first time a cock has been up that hole, and some of them have been bigger than yours. Just push gently.”

  I pushed. Then I pushed a little harder, and the head of my dick popped through a ring of muscle. I waited, then pushed again. Guy grunted but didn’t say anything. Almost at once, my cock slid all the way in. Again, the first thing I noticed was how hot it was inside him.

  “Okay, professor-stud, you’re in the driver’s seat. Go ahead.”

  I think every man must instinctively know what to do in a situation like that. He felt tighter than I’d imagined, but thanks to all the lube, I slid in and out easily. I began slowly, but as the intensity of the feelings grew, I began to move more rapidly. So this is fucking, I thought. Fabulous!

  “Fabulous, man!” Guy said, echoing my own thought. “Fuck me! You’re doing great, babe.”

  Since I had come only a couple of hours earlier, it took me a while before I could come again. That was good, for I wanted to prolong this pleasure as much as I could. Guy continued his encouragement and his assurance that it felt good for him, too. I reached around and grabbed his cock. It was steely hard again, so I believed him.

  When I finally came, he flattened out on the bed, and I lay on top of him, neither of us saying anything. Soon, my shrinking cock popped out of his hole.

  “You’re a quick learner, Brent. Now, let’s have a shower.”

  “I could just go home and shower there.”

  “Nah, you don’t want to put your clothes on like that, do you? Besides, it’s still snowing. Why don’t you just spend the night? I’ll take you back to Kling to get your car in the morning.”

  “You sure?” I’d never slept with anybody before in my life, but the thought of snuggling up with this hot boy/man seemed appealing.

  He stood up, took my hand, and led me to the bathroom. I chuckled.

  “What’s funny?”

  “Oh, just that you’ve got this way of leading me around, and I follow like a little kid.”

  “That’s good. I’ll never lead you astray, Brent, I promise. Now, let’s get clean.”

  We did shower together, though it was close quarters. There was nothing overtly sexual as we washed each other, but it was very nice, another of the several wonderful new experiences Guy had given me that evening.

  I slept like a baby, waking up much later than usual, to find Guy spooned up behind me with his arm around my chest. I didn’t move because I didn’t want to disturb him. Then, when his hand began to move down past my navel toward my cock, I said, “Good morning, coach.”

  “Good morning, Brent. How’s my prize student this morning?”

  “Never better, coach.”

  “Then would you like to have one more lesson before we have breakfast?”

  I knew exactly what he meant.

  “Uh, Guy?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Would you be insulted if I didn’t? Want the next lesson, that is?”

  “No, of course I wouldn’t be insulted. But if you’re afraid it will hurt, I promise you—”

  “No,” I hastened to assure him. “It’s just that, well, I’d like to save that. You know I was a complete virgin before yesterday in your office. And I’m really grateful for what you’ve done for me and with me. You must be an excellent coach. You surely did guide me through all this perfectly. You’ve introduced me to sex with another man, and, let me add, one of the handsomest, sexiest men I’ve ever seen. I can’t tell you what that means to me.”

  He laughed. “Okay, okay. You’ve thanked me. Just remember, that you’re one beautiful man, too, Brent, and I’ve had as much pleasure as I’ve given, for sure. But if you’re saving your anal virginity, it must be because there’s another guy.”

  I started to say something, but he said, “Gotta piss!” He jumped up and ran to the bathroom. When he came back, he pulled a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt out of a drawer and put them on. Then he put on a pair of clean white socks.

  “Sorry, Brent, but my pants won’t fit you. Too short. I think we’ve got about the same size waist, though, so you can have some clean underwear and socks to wear home.

  His T-shirts were a size larger than mine, but we did wear the same size boxers. The socks stretched, so that was no problem. I pulled on my jeans and sweater. He went to the kitchen, got a grocery bag, and brought it back to me. “This is for yesterday’s clothes. Come to the kitchen when you’re ready.”

  I used the bathroom, swishing my mouth with some of his mouthwash, and found him getting out stuff in the kitchen. He handed me a glass of orange juice to drink while he made coffee. He set out bowls and a pitcher of milk. Then he got out a big jar and poured something from it into the bowls, something that looked as if it should be fed to horses. He must have seen the expression on my face.

  “Try this. It’s got a third of your daily fiber requirement, and it’s nutritionally balanced, not too many carbs, not full of sugar like most cereal. If you don’t like it, I’ll fix you eggs and bacon or something.”

  Not wanting to offend him, I tried his horse feed. Surprisingly, it wasn’t bad.

  As we were eating, he said, “Now, let’s get back to what I was saying before.”

  I knew what he meant, but I wasn’t sure how I wanted to reply.

  “Is there some guy in your life, Brent?”

  I had only known Guy since the previous afternoon, but on the strength of the intimacy we’d developed, I decided I could trust him.

  “You won’t be angry if there is?”

  “No way. We have just had some good sex, and I’d like it if we could do it again sometime, but I’m not looking for a relationship. So if you’ve got someone, that’s no problem for me. I just hope what we’ve done hasn’t made one for you.”

  Struck by his perceptivity, I decided to be honest with him. “There’s someone I think I could actually love, maybe do love, but I don’t know whether he’s gay or not.”

  “Why don’t you ask him?”

  “I’d love to, but I’m scared he’d run.”

  “Does he live around here?”

  “Yeah, he works at the university.”

  “Maybe I know him.”

  “Look, I don’t want to do anything to spook this guy. I’ll take him any way I can get him, and if he’s straight, I still want a friendship with him. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  “Sure. What you’re saying is that you want him so bad you’ll deny who you really are to be around him.” I was about to respond to that, but he continued. “If you’ll tell me his name, like I said, maybe I know him. If he’s one of the ‘family,’ I probably do. But I promise not to tell anybody what you tell me.”

  “You’re sure?”

  He grinned and said, “Cross my heart.” He even made the motion with his hand.

  “You did say your gaydar is infallible, so maybe if you’ve met this person, you’ll have some sense of whether he is or isn’t.”

  “Probably.”

  “Do you know the senior electrician in Buildings and Grounds?”

  He laughed. “Sure do. Everybody knows Gabe Sutton.”

  I frowned. “How do they know him?”

  “He’s Johnny-on-the-spot every time there’s an electrical problem, so we’ve all ogled the hunky electrician. And he IS gorgeous!”

  “So, what does your gaydar say?”

  “Oh, he’s gay.”

  “You sure?”

  “Honey,” he said, camping it up, “I know!”

  “You know?”

  “Yes, Brent, I know. From first-hand experience.”

  I felt sick from jealousy when I heard that. Then, as I thought about it, I realized I wasn’t sorry about just having had sex with Guy, so I couldn’t begrudge the same to Gabe. Besides, if Gabe was gay, as Guy said, he probably wasn’t living the life of a monk, as I’d been. So what if he’d been to bed with Guy?

  I swallowed. “Will you tell me this?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Do you know whether he’s had sex with a lot of guys?”

  “I don’t know for certain, but I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure he’s not a player. I’ve never heard any rumors about him. He and I had sex a couple of times last fall, not long after I got here.” He paused. Then he got a gleam in his eye. “If you can catch Gabe, you’ll be a lucky man. And, like I said, I’ve never heard any rumors about him sleeping around. I will say, though, he knew exactly what he was doing when we were together.”