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I was 19, a second year student at the University of Delaware. Like all
college guys, I could always use some extra cash. I had seen an
advertisement in the campus paper for sperm donors. The ad was up front;
it said that donors could earn as much as $150 a week that averaged $50 a
pop. I could do that and besides I wasted more than that when I showered.
So I called for an appointment to go through the screening process. I was
treated well. Although they seemed very interested in my background, the
screening process was very clinical and almost unrelated to the ultimate
goal of making babies! They tossed out terms lie -- sperm count, motility
rates, viability -- almost like exam questions. I passed!!!
I had been able to tell the screening rep that I had had no previous sexual
experiences with another person, that is. The rep said that this made
things easier, since I should abstain from sexual release for three days
before my donation appointment. I had never really given sex with another
person any kind any serious thought. Most of the guys in the dorm were
crazed over getting laid. The main focus was on girls. I never thought
about girls that way. Now guys, that was another thing. But I had never
really gotten past the fantasy stage. But when the opportunity arose, I
got myself off. The screening rep explained that guys who had girlfriends
sometimes had to disappoint their girlfriends a couple of days before their
donation days, and this sometimes created problems.
I knew that lesbians and infertile women used the center. I would have
preferred to know the women who would used my sperm, and to know something
about the c***d, but understood that this was not possible. The donation
center kept donors and recipients apart, even scheduling appointments for
the two groups on different days.
I always looked forward to my appointments at the clinic. I couldn't beat
off several days before donating; so my appointment at the clinic meant
that I would at least get some sexual release.
On my scheduled appointment day, I almost ran to the clinic after class.
At the reception desk, I signed in and was asked if I needed any "visuals."
I said no.
This day, a young good-looking technician appeared and told me to follow
him. I followed. The clinician was deeply tanned and I noticed the
contrast of his skin coloring with his white lab coat. The technician took
I down a long hall, to a fairly large room. The room had been remodeled
and did not look clinical. There was a bed with a somewhat "homey" faded
cover. A modern painting of a naked Adam and Eve hung on the wall. There
was a bookshelf full of "stroke" magazines.
Even in the midst of this clinical, somewhat impersonal setting, I was
already hard just anticipating my release. I knew that I would have
absolutely no problem getting off. But I yearned for more. Some physical
touch by another guy would be nice. I wanted to be with someone. Where
were these thoughts coming from? I had never needed this before.
I was brought out of my daydream when the technician said, "I guess you'll
be OK?" I picked up on this response. The question seemed almost
inviting. I sat on the bed, and said, "Hey -- it'll only take a short time
-- please stay." I feared that the technician might say, "No way dude." I
also didn't know exactly what I wanted. I knew that I was at the clinic
for a very singular purpose, but the desire for human contact, even at this
most personal moment, overcame my hesitation to voice this request.
In a very deep and low voice, the technician told me that he'd never
watched before. I realized that the young technician had given me
permission to proceed. So I pulled off his pants and jockeys in an
instant. My 19-year-old cock was at full attention now. I settled down on
the bed. The young technician moved closer and broke the seal on the
plastic collection container and handed it to me. "My name's Peter," he
said, breaking his anonymity. I could feel a degree of humanity in this
very inhuman setting. Suddenly my mind relaxed. I closed his eyes; my
mind went into the same sexual fog that it did when I beat off in his dorm
room.
Peter looked down at me. He was nervous, but also excited. Out of his own
personal habit, he put some saliva in his hand, and placed his hand on my
cock. He felt me tense up, but I did not draw away. I opened my eyes and
looked up at Peter. I had this urge to kiss him. I had only kissed girls
before, but Peter's lips suddenly looked more inviting than the lips of any
girl i had kissed before. I thought of the potential consequences of what
I wanted to do.
At the same time, Peter started rubbing my cock. Suddenly Peter felt a
part of a process that he had felt left out of, previously. In some ways,
he felt as if he were actually giving life or at least assisting in the
life process. As his hand increased in speed and frequency, he looked down
at me. I was only dressed in my college sweatshirt. Peter sensed that this
very self-assured, intelligent young man needed physical contact and
assurance. His lips met mine as he continued to pump me.
I felt the usual primeval urgings and cravings and arched my back of the
bed. I felt Peter's tongue, and allowed it to enter my mouth. I responded
with my own tongue. Suddenly, I felt my body nearing orgasm. He pulled
his mouth away from Peter's, and said "I'm coming." Peter removed his hand
from my cock, and picked up the sterile container. Placing it under my
cock, he was amazed at the amount of semen collected - perhaps 6-7cc..
Peter felt my body as it relaxed. This whole brief sexual sequence had
made Peter feel a part of the process.
Both of us regained our composure. I put on my pants, and sat up on the
bed. The entire process had taken less than two minutes, but a feeling of
total satisfaction came over me. My sexual and physical needs had been
met. And I no longer wanted to jerk off again. The closeness of another
male body was fantastic. Peter was great and his kiss....
"Well I'll get this on ice right away," Peter said. I knew that this was
the beginning of something new in my life. I did not know what that
beginning was, but I was drawn to Peter and wanted to know him better. "I
have a psyche class to get to. I really enjoyed your company. Thanks.
How would you like to get together in my room for pizza later tonight?"
After an awkward pause, he answered, "Sure there are some things about what
happened today that I'd like to talk about." "Great, see you tonight!" I
looked forward to this new adventure. I knew my life was going to change.
Maybe after tonight, I would know what I really wanted in my life.
-=*=-
After the sperm donor episode with Peter I was hooked on guys. We met in
my dorm room as planned. But all we did was talk about guy sex. We both
got hard talking and stroked each other through our pants. But Peter
wasn't sure if he wanted to do more. That was his first time, too. We
were both unsure of what we wanted to do. Well, one of us was unsure. I
knew that I was hooked on guys and also knew that Peter did not want to
explore this new awakening with me. So I decided to explore my options. I
went trolling for some more action. Since classes were out, I could narrow
my focus on a few guys, instead of going crazy trying to pick one out of
the thousands walking to class.
I was a show off when it came to my body and used to love to go out to the
pool in my levi cut-offs. There were still a few guys who stayed on campus
during the summer. I had a nice chest and firm abs, but what I liked to
show off was the thick crop of hair that ran from my navel, on down. So
most times I proudly displayed this by leaving the top couple buttons open
on my cut-offs.
One day a guy came to where I am lying on the cement and he squats down to
talk for a while. He introduced himself as Chad. He was what I'd consider
a real stud. As he's talking, his cock falls out the leg of his nylon
joggers. I mention this to him and he said "I don't mind, do you? I'm sure
you have seen a guy's tool before and I bet you have one just as big.!" I
noticed that the head of his cock began to swell slightly and that started
a response in my cut-offs. Before long, the swollen head of my cock had
begun to peer out from the slit of my fly. We talked for an hour or so.
All this time, his cock was hanging against his thigh and I could even see
the veins of his shaft under the thin material of his running shorts and by
this time, my prick had formed a small pool of pre-cum on my stomach which
had run down and filled my navel. Chad finally invited me to his room to
show me his new stereo set-up. I can remember walking across the pool area
with my towel strategically placed to conceal my hard-on which was now
standing well above the waistband of my cutoffs. We stepped through the
door of his dorm and he immediately slid his jogging shorts off and turned
to me and asked if I wanted to shower the chlorine off... I did not say
anything... I was transfixed. I was staring at an awesome hunk with the
perfect V-body, deep tan, just the right amount of body hair and the most
incredible cock I had ever seen to date! He smiled and simply walked to the
bathroom and turned the shower on and said, "Come on!" I took of my clothes
and joined him. I stood under that warm water for what seemed like hours
while he soaped and caressed my body. But he did not once , touch my
fully-hard cock. We got out and dried each other off and he led me to the
bedroom and laid me on his bed and proceeded to kiss every inch of my body,
again, everywhere; except my cock! He then straddled me and gently ran his
cock over my chest, my face, my legs, my stomach, even my toes. He then
asked if I would like to see him cum... I almost whispered, "Yes!" He
stood at the side of the bed and put on a real show for me. He was feeling
his cock and hard pecs and running his open hand over the ripples of his
stomach. He then asked me to touch him. I reached around his thigh and
placed my hand just under his butt and gave his muscled leg a slight
squeeze and then he threw his head back and began breathing very deep and
fast. His cock began spewing forth a load of cum, He literally covered me
with his man-juice and as his orgasm subsided, he dropped to his knees and
took my cream-covered cock into his mouth. I had never felt a guy's mouth
on my prick. He swallowed my cock to the base and held it there while he
wiped globs of his cum from my stomach and chest and massaged it into his
own chest. My balls tightened and I began to pump my load deep in his
throat. We collapsed on his bed. Hours later I got up to head home and he
kissed me deeply and I will always remember how that kiss felt and
tasted. God, the guy sex is really great, I thought out loud. Chad said
that there was a lot more that two guys could do together. Or if I was
ready, a group of guys. "Hell yes," I yelled. "I want to learn more,
all." "Sorry guy you're really hot and I love to show you the ropes, but
no can do. But I'll give you the names of some of my buddies. I'm sure
they would be more than happy to further your education." Then he told me
that he was going back home and transferring to another college. I was
really bumbed out, but I had next semester to look forward to. Besides, I
was heading home too to visit my folks and was going to see my best friend.
I always had a crush on Tony. I wondered how he would react to my news?
Exploring these new awakenings was easy to do with strangers far away from
home. I figured it was my duty as a straight-appearing man to let everyone
know that gays are not just a bunch of fairies looking for any dick in a
storm. Well not all of us are. Anyway when I went home to visit my parents
and see a few old surfing buddies, I was prepared to tell them exactly what
was going on in my life. Some I knew would be cool others I was worried
about. One of those was my best friend, Tony. Tony spent his days at the
beach, working as a lifeguard. He was your typical California surfer, a
perfect blonde hunk. That Saturday night we were sitting around his place.
He was home alone. His parents went out to dinner and his sister was on a
date. After we drank almost a case of beer between the two of us, I was
feeling good and it was then I said, "Tony, I have to tell you something."
He smiled and said, "Sure, guy, whatever." "Tony. I'm Gay." "No way! Not
you! Did something happen in school. I mean one thing doesn't mean..." I
interrupted him. "I'm gay. I'm sure." He looked at me and I tried to read
his thoughts. I remembered the time we cruised by a local gay bar and Tony
leaned out the window to yell, "Fags!" I waited. Because I expected him to
tell me to get the fuck out of his house. I waited for him to say
something to me, but all I got was silence. Finally I asked, "So, what do
you think?" He answered in a low, quiet voice, "Can't you tell?"
I answered, exasperated, "No! Tell me!" "Look at my shorts." I looked; I
didn't see anything.
He continued, "I've always had a fantasy for a long time about making it
with you or Robby. I want you to prove to me that you're really gay. I want
you to do to me whatever gay guys do to each other." I looked at his shorts
again. Now I saw it. A big, hard cock was just poking its head out from
under the material. I couldn't believe it. Tony, Mr. Super Straight Guy
had a fantasy for me. But I knew it was impossible; and I wasn't going to
fall for the oldest line in the book about "proving it," I told myself.
But I did. I got right down on my knees in front of him and ran my hands up
and down his thighs. He gave out a little moan as his cock jumped around in
his shorts. It was not content to just lay along side his leg any longer.
I grabbed his shorts by the waist band with both hands and yanked them down
while he lifted his ass to off his seat to make it easier to slip them off.
There, staring me right in the face was one of the best pieces of man meat
I had ever seen. It was about 8" long and nice and fat. Tony looked into
my eyes and pleaded, "please suck my cock, I've wanted this for so long." I
was only too happy to comply. I slurped that big cock into my mouth and
took him as far down my throat as I could. I wanted to please Tony like
he'd never been pleased before. I played with his balls as I stroked his
cock with my lips. I soon felt him swell and then heard him moan as he
dumped load after load of his hot cum into my suctioning mouth. I didn't
miss a drop, even when he started to pump his cock deeper as he held my
head in his hands causing the last spurts to bypass my mouth and go
directly into my stomach. As we cooled down we heard his front door
open. His sister was home so we quickly composed ourselves and promised to
continue getting together until I had to head back east. I'm so lucky to
have such an understanding friend.
As I was leaving, he walked me out to my car. I got in and he leaned in
through the window, gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "That was
awesome, but next time I want to try things with you. OK?" I almost
shouted out but caught myself and said that it was not only OK but I was
looking forward to getting together again. Up until then, all my
experiences were brief ones. I wanted to explore with someone that I felt
comfortable with. Being a student, I decided to study the subject of
homosexuality. I went to the local porn shop and rented every kind of gay
movie they had. Who knew there were so many different ways to please a
guy. I made a list of all the positions and actions that I wanted to try.
I intended to try them all and more than one at a time. Learning can be
fun, when you're properly motivated.
New experiences and new friends will enrich your life.
college guys, I could always use some extra cash. I had seen an
advertisement in the campus paper for sperm donors. The ad was up front;
it said that donors could earn as much as $150 a week that averaged $50 a
pop. I could do that and besides I wasted more than that when I showered.
So I called for an appointment to go through the screening process. I was
treated well. Although they seemed very interested in my background, the
screening process was very clinical and almost unrelated to the ultimate
goal of making babies! They tossed out terms lie -- sperm count, motility
rates, viability -- almost like exam questions. I passed!!!
I had been able to tell the screening rep that I had had no previous sexual
experiences with another person, that is. The rep said that this made
things easier, since I should abstain from sexual release for three days
before my donation appointment. I had never really given sex with another
person any kind any serious thought. Most of the guys in the dorm were
crazed over getting laid. The main focus was on girls. I never thought
about girls that way. Now guys, that was another thing. But I had never
really gotten past the fantasy stage. But when the opportunity arose, I
got myself off. The screening rep explained that guys who had girlfriends
sometimes had to disappoint their girlfriends a couple of days before their
donation days, and this sometimes created problems.
I knew that lesbians and infertile women used the center. I would have
preferred to know the women who would used my sperm, and to know something
about the c***d, but understood that this was not possible. The donation
center kept donors and recipients apart, even scheduling appointments for
the two groups on different days.
I always looked forward to my appointments at the clinic. I couldn't beat
off several days before donating; so my appointment at the clinic meant
that I would at least get some sexual release.
On my scheduled appointment day, I almost ran to the clinic after class.
At the reception desk, I signed in and was asked if I needed any "visuals."
I said no.
This day, a young good-looking technician appeared and told me to follow
him. I followed. The clinician was deeply tanned and I noticed the
contrast of his skin coloring with his white lab coat. The technician took
I down a long hall, to a fairly large room. The room had been remodeled
and did not look clinical. There was a bed with a somewhat "homey" faded
cover. A modern painting of a naked Adam and Eve hung on the wall. There
was a bookshelf full of "stroke" magazines.
Even in the midst of this clinical, somewhat impersonal setting, I was
already hard just anticipating my release. I knew that I would have
absolutely no problem getting off. But I yearned for more. Some physical
touch by another guy would be nice. I wanted to be with someone. Where
were these thoughts coming from? I had never needed this before.
I was brought out of my daydream when the technician said, "I guess you'll
be OK?" I picked up on this response. The question seemed almost
inviting. I sat on the bed, and said, "Hey -- it'll only take a short time
-- please stay." I feared that the technician might say, "No way dude." I
also didn't know exactly what I wanted. I knew that I was at the clinic
for a very singular purpose, but the desire for human contact, even at this
most personal moment, overcame my hesitation to voice this request.
In a very deep and low voice, the technician told me that he'd never
watched before. I realized that the young technician had given me
permission to proceed. So I pulled off his pants and jockeys in an
instant. My 19-year-old cock was at full attention now. I settled down on
the bed. The young technician moved closer and broke the seal on the
plastic collection container and handed it to me. "My name's Peter," he
said, breaking his anonymity. I could feel a degree of humanity in this
very inhuman setting. Suddenly my mind relaxed. I closed his eyes; my
mind went into the same sexual fog that it did when I beat off in his dorm
room.
Peter looked down at me. He was nervous, but also excited. Out of his own
personal habit, he put some saliva in his hand, and placed his hand on my
cock. He felt me tense up, but I did not draw away. I opened my eyes and
looked up at Peter. I had this urge to kiss him. I had only kissed girls
before, but Peter's lips suddenly looked more inviting than the lips of any
girl i had kissed before. I thought of the potential consequences of what
I wanted to do.
At the same time, Peter started rubbing my cock. Suddenly Peter felt a
part of a process that he had felt left out of, previously. In some ways,
he felt as if he were actually giving life or at least assisting in the
life process. As his hand increased in speed and frequency, he looked down
at me. I was only dressed in my college sweatshirt. Peter sensed that this
very self-assured, intelligent young man needed physical contact and
assurance. His lips met mine as he continued to pump me.
I felt the usual primeval urgings and cravings and arched my back of the
bed. I felt Peter's tongue, and allowed it to enter my mouth. I responded
with my own tongue. Suddenly, I felt my body nearing orgasm. He pulled
his mouth away from Peter's, and said "I'm coming." Peter removed his hand
from my cock, and picked up the sterile container. Placing it under my
cock, he was amazed at the amount of semen collected - perhaps 6-7cc..
Peter felt my body as it relaxed. This whole brief sexual sequence had
made Peter feel a part of the process.
Both of us regained our composure. I put on my pants, and sat up on the
bed. The entire process had taken less than two minutes, but a feeling of
total satisfaction came over me. My sexual and physical needs had been
met. And I no longer wanted to jerk off again. The closeness of another
male body was fantastic. Peter was great and his kiss....
"Well I'll get this on ice right away," Peter said. I knew that this was
the beginning of something new in my life. I did not know what that
beginning was, but I was drawn to Peter and wanted to know him better. "I
have a psyche class to get to. I really enjoyed your company. Thanks.
How would you like to get together in my room for pizza later tonight?"
After an awkward pause, he answered, "Sure there are some things about what
happened today that I'd like to talk about." "Great, see you tonight!" I
looked forward to this new adventure. I knew my life was going to change.
Maybe after tonight, I would know what I really wanted in my life.
-=*=-
After the sperm donor episode with Peter I was hooked on guys. We met in
my dorm room as planned. But all we did was talk about guy sex. We both
got hard talking and stroked each other through our pants. But Peter
wasn't sure if he wanted to do more. That was his first time, too. We
were both unsure of what we wanted to do. Well, one of us was unsure. I
knew that I was hooked on guys and also knew that Peter did not want to
explore this new awakening with me. So I decided to explore my options. I
went trolling for some more action. Since classes were out, I could narrow
my focus on a few guys, instead of going crazy trying to pick one out of
the thousands walking to class.
I was a show off when it came to my body and used to love to go out to the
pool in my levi cut-offs. There were still a few guys who stayed on campus
during the summer. I had a nice chest and firm abs, but what I liked to
show off was the thick crop of hair that ran from my navel, on down. So
most times I proudly displayed this by leaving the top couple buttons open
on my cut-offs.
One day a guy came to where I am lying on the cement and he squats down to
talk for a while. He introduced himself as Chad. He was what I'd consider
a real stud. As he's talking, his cock falls out the leg of his nylon
joggers. I mention this to him and he said "I don't mind, do you? I'm sure
you have seen a guy's tool before and I bet you have one just as big.!" I
noticed that the head of his cock began to swell slightly and that started
a response in my cut-offs. Before long, the swollen head of my cock had
begun to peer out from the slit of my fly. We talked for an hour or so.
All this time, his cock was hanging against his thigh and I could even see
the veins of his shaft under the thin material of his running shorts and by
this time, my prick had formed a small pool of pre-cum on my stomach which
had run down and filled my navel. Chad finally invited me to his room to
show me his new stereo set-up. I can remember walking across the pool area
with my towel strategically placed to conceal my hard-on which was now
standing well above the waistband of my cutoffs. We stepped through the
door of his dorm and he immediately slid his jogging shorts off and turned
to me and asked if I wanted to shower the chlorine off... I did not say
anything... I was transfixed. I was staring at an awesome hunk with the
perfect V-body, deep tan, just the right amount of body hair and the most
incredible cock I had ever seen to date! He smiled and simply walked to the
bathroom and turned the shower on and said, "Come on!" I took of my clothes
and joined him. I stood under that warm water for what seemed like hours
while he soaped and caressed my body. But he did not once , touch my
fully-hard cock. We got out and dried each other off and he led me to the
bedroom and laid me on his bed and proceeded to kiss every inch of my body,
again, everywhere; except my cock! He then straddled me and gently ran his
cock over my chest, my face, my legs, my stomach, even my toes. He then
asked if I would like to see him cum... I almost whispered, "Yes!" He
stood at the side of the bed and put on a real show for me. He was feeling
his cock and hard pecs and running his open hand over the ripples of his
stomach. He then asked me to touch him. I reached around his thigh and
placed my hand just under his butt and gave his muscled leg a slight
squeeze and then he threw his head back and began breathing very deep and
fast. His cock began spewing forth a load of cum, He literally covered me
with his man-juice and as his orgasm subsided, he dropped to his knees and
took my cream-covered cock into his mouth. I had never felt a guy's mouth
on my prick. He swallowed my cock to the base and held it there while he
wiped globs of his cum from my stomach and chest and massaged it into his
own chest. My balls tightened and I began to pump my load deep in his
throat. We collapsed on his bed. Hours later I got up to head home and he
kissed me deeply and I will always remember how that kiss felt and
tasted. God, the guy sex is really great, I thought out loud. Chad said
that there was a lot more that two guys could do together. Or if I was
ready, a group of guys. "Hell yes," I yelled. "I want to learn more,
all." "Sorry guy you're really hot and I love to show you the ropes, but
no can do. But I'll give you the names of some of my buddies. I'm sure
they would be more than happy to further your education." Then he told me
that he was going back home and transferring to another college. I was
really bumbed out, but I had next semester to look forward to. Besides, I
was heading home too to visit my folks and was going to see my best friend.
I always had a crush on Tony. I wondered how he would react to my news?
Exploring these new awakenings was easy to do with strangers far away from
home. I figured it was my duty as a straight-appearing man to let everyone
know that gays are not just a bunch of fairies looking for any dick in a
storm. Well not all of us are. Anyway when I went home to visit my parents
and see a few old surfing buddies, I was prepared to tell them exactly what
was going on in my life. Some I knew would be cool others I was worried
about. One of those was my best friend, Tony. Tony spent his days at the
beach, working as a lifeguard. He was your typical California surfer, a
perfect blonde hunk. That Saturday night we were sitting around his place.
He was home alone. His parents went out to dinner and his sister was on a
date. After we drank almost a case of beer between the two of us, I was
feeling good and it was then I said, "Tony, I have to tell you something."
He smiled and said, "Sure, guy, whatever." "Tony. I'm Gay." "No way! Not
you! Did something happen in school. I mean one thing doesn't mean..." I
interrupted him. "I'm gay. I'm sure." He looked at me and I tried to read
his thoughts. I remembered the time we cruised by a local gay bar and Tony
leaned out the window to yell, "Fags!" I waited. Because I expected him to
tell me to get the fuck out of his house. I waited for him to say
something to me, but all I got was silence. Finally I asked, "So, what do
you think?" He answered in a low, quiet voice, "Can't you tell?"
I answered, exasperated, "No! Tell me!" "Look at my shorts." I looked; I
didn't see anything.
He continued, "I've always had a fantasy for a long time about making it
with you or Robby. I want you to prove to me that you're really gay. I want
you to do to me whatever gay guys do to each other." I looked at his shorts
again. Now I saw it. A big, hard cock was just poking its head out from
under the material. I couldn't believe it. Tony, Mr. Super Straight Guy
had a fantasy for me. But I knew it was impossible; and I wasn't going to
fall for the oldest line in the book about "proving it," I told myself.
But I did. I got right down on my knees in front of him and ran my hands up
and down his thighs. He gave out a little moan as his cock jumped around in
his shorts. It was not content to just lay along side his leg any longer.
I grabbed his shorts by the waist band with both hands and yanked them down
while he lifted his ass to off his seat to make it easier to slip them off.
There, staring me right in the face was one of the best pieces of man meat
I had ever seen. It was about 8" long and nice and fat. Tony looked into
my eyes and pleaded, "please suck my cock, I've wanted this for so long." I
was only too happy to comply. I slurped that big cock into my mouth and
took him as far down my throat as I could. I wanted to please Tony like
he'd never been pleased before. I played with his balls as I stroked his
cock with my lips. I soon felt him swell and then heard him moan as he
dumped load after load of his hot cum into my suctioning mouth. I didn't
miss a drop, even when he started to pump his cock deeper as he held my
head in his hands causing the last spurts to bypass my mouth and go
directly into my stomach. As we cooled down we heard his front door
open. His sister was home so we quickly composed ourselves and promised to
continue getting together until I had to head back east. I'm so lucky to
have such an understanding friend.
As I was leaving, he walked me out to my car. I got in and he leaned in
through the window, gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "That was
awesome, but next time I want to try things with you. OK?" I almost
shouted out but caught myself and said that it was not only OK but I was
looking forward to getting together again. Up until then, all my
experiences were brief ones. I wanted to explore with someone that I felt
comfortable with. Being a student, I decided to study the subject of
homosexuality. I went to the local porn shop and rented every kind of gay
movie they had. Who knew there were so many different ways to please a
guy. I made a list of all the positions and actions that I wanted to try.
I intended to try them all and more than one at a time. Learning can be
fun, when you're properly motivated.
New experiences and new friends will enrich your life.
Jeannie
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