If you read part one of my story you know that I lost my virginity just before I turned 16. While the loss had not been unexpected the way I lost it came as a total shock. After striking out with my girlfriend I'd been seduced by a college guy who had picked me up horny and hitchhiking.
It would be a total lie if I said that I hadn't completely enjoyed my first blowjob. As a matter of fact for months afterward it was the only thing I could think about when I jerked off (which at that age was as often as four times a day). At the same time the whole situation freaked me out. Without that event I might have gone on to explore my sexuality in a number of different ways, but in what I suspect was an adolescent reaction to male-on-male sex I became totally homophobic. Not that I went out queer bashing or anything so vile, but I became obsessed with being a man's man. I joined a gym and built up my body. In my last year in high school I finally fucked a girl and went on to fuck any wet and willing female orifice I could find straight through college. I developed quite a reputation as a stud, being admired by the coeds and envied by my frat brothers. The few guys ballsy enough to proposition me received ridicule and verbal abuse. I'm ashamed to admit that I put down gay guys at every opportunity, thinking that by tearing them up I was some how making myself into more of a man.
While my sexual prowess was admired on campus it didn't translate too well in the real world, at least not with women. Instead of stud I was more often referred to as a dog. Outwardly I didn't mind and my male friends still praised me. The trouble was that no really decent woman wanted anything to do with me. Sure I still got my fair share of pussy, but the bimbos I was fucking really didn't do it for me. I actually was beginning to prefer jacking off to fucking. I still enjoyed a good blow job best of all, but with the exception of a very select few most women couldn't even come close to doing the job the way Pete, the college kid, had. I was also kind of lonely. The older I got the fewer of my male friends were available to party with. One by one they were all settling down with one woman, getting married and raising families. I was approaching 30 and my personal life was totally unfulfilling.
Fortunately my professional life was much better. Since getting my MBA I'd been working for a large insurance company in Hartford, Connecticut. I'd done very well and by the time I was 28 I was a department head, with prospects of even more advancement in the future. In a way my dog ways helped with that. I was a good worker and produced for the company, but in addition to that I'd provided my 40-something boss with extracurricular entertainment. Turns out he loved getting good head as much as I did and I turned him on to the best cock sucking slut I knew. Hell on a few occasions we'd even had threesomes with the two of us sharing her in my apartment. I'll admit it was some of the best sex I'd ever experienced and I think he thought so as well.
So when it came time for him to choose a new department head from among three qualified staff members I had the definite advantage. I mean if you've been naked together fucking a chick back and front door at the same time or if you've been lying naked side by side while the broad switches back and forth sucking you both off there's a certain bond that the competition just can't match.
I guess that's why he gave me the special assignment that leads to the point of this part of the story. Seems the company's CEO had a nephew who had just graduated from college and was going to go to Yale for his MBA. To please his wife happy he decided that nephew should be given an intern's position in one of the departments. My boss, a division manager, volunteered my department as the perfect place for the kid to learn the ropes.
As he explained it to me, "the kid's supposed to be very bright and you can bet your ass he'll be on the fast track once he's got his MBA. It won't do us, you and me, any harm if we treat him right and make him happy. The old man will be pleased and the kid could one day be our boss. I know you can teach him a thing or two about the business and I figure any 21 year old male will also be interested in the kind of other things you can provide him with." He winked and gave me his best lecherous grin.
I shot right back at him, "so do you want me to arrange a foursome for us?"
"Don't be a smart ass, you're single and get away with that sort of horse play. I can't let the old man know I fool around on my wife, even though he probably does the same thing. No, while the kid is here for the summer I'll give up my place. You show him a good time and that will be enough. Once he starts school he'll only be working one or two days a week, if that.
"I know he'll be in good hands both at work and at play. Just teach the kid everything you can on the job and keep him happy."
So that's how I got hooked into being the mentor for the boss's nephew. Little did I realize that my whole world was about to change. I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't the person who my boss brought into my office on a Monday morning in early June.
Tucker Lloyd Garrison IV (known to his friends as Lloyd) was one of those rare individuals who is totally blessed by the gods. He was handsome of face, with finely chiseled features, a winning smile with dazzling white teeth, a thick shock of flaxen blond hair and eyes the color of a clear mountain lake. His body was perfectly proportioned and even a business suit couldn't camouflage his muscled physic. To top it off, after a brief conversation, it became apparent that he was just as smart as he was good looking and just as nice as he was smart.
I'd been prepared to dislike a spoiled rich kid, instead I found myself instantly drawn to him and looking forward to having him around. He made it perfectly clear that he was there to learn and that he wanted me to be as tough on him as I'd be on the newest, lowest level employee in the place.
"I appreciate the opportunity my uncle is giving me and I want to learn. If I didn't, I'd just hang out at the beach all summer. My parents have always indulged me and I'm taking this job because I want it, not because I have to please anyone. So just treat me normally, please."
Lloyd was very open about himself and his family. His mother was, as he put it, a hippy-chick who his dad had totally flipped for. Though the family didn't originally approve of her she had totally won everyone over. "So we are now the only liberal-Democratic wing of an old conservative-Republican family. I know my aunt and uncle are hoping to save me from my wayward upbringing, but I can tell you that's not going to happen. Actually I'm hoping to spend as little time with them as is diplomatically possible. Because I'll be living with them for the summer that means I'll be glad to accept late night work assignments."
"I can arrange that with no problem." Then with a grin and a wink I added, "I can even provide you with some cover if you'd like to pursue some alternative night-time activities."
Lloyd laughed and said, "I might have to take you up on that."
Over the next couple of weeks Lloyd shadowed me around and I discovered that he was a quick study and eager to help and please. By the end of the first month I'd come to depend on him as my right hand man. I'd also grown to like him very much, it was as though there wasn't nearly decade between us, and it almost felt as though we'd grown up together. I think he felt the same way.
We ate lunch together nearly every day, went our to dinner on a few occasions, but for those first few weeks that was about as far as our social relationship went. Then I happened to mention that my racket ball partner was on a month long business trip and that I missed our 7 AM sessions. Lloyd said that he loved to play racket ball and that if I didn't mind he'd be happy to fill in for my missing partner. We met the next day at the gym and played a number of sets in which he beat my ass thoroughly. The kid was as good at the game as he was at everything else. Then the following Friday we had an unexpected project that kept us in the office until well after midnight. I suggested that bunk the night at my apartment rather and that we get up in the morning and get in a weekend game.
"That would be great but I don't want to put you out, and I don't have a change of cloths other than the sweaty gear I wore at the gym this morning."
I assured him that there was no problem. "I have two bedroom apartment and since we wear about the same size you can just borrow what you need."
"OK, sounds like a plan."
"It's set then. Are you hungry? There's a pizza joint that delivers up to 2AM on Fridays and Saturdays and I have beer and wine stocked."
"I could eat some pizza," he said, "and some wine sounds even better."
I was pleased. I was hungry and though I don't drink much beer I do enjoy a good bottle of wine, especially when I'm unwinding with a friend. The mellow buzz that wine gives me was just what the doctored ordered after the long work session we'd finished.
We decided to leave Lloyd's car in the employee's lot and travel to my apartment in just my car. I could drop him off at his car in the morning after we'd finished our game. The trip to my place, at that hour took only about 10 minutes.
The first thing I did when we got into the apartment was to order the pizza. Then I announced that I was going to take a shower and change into something more comfortable. I told Lloyd he could do the same in the guest bathroom while I used the bath in the master bedroom. I showed him into the guest room, got him a towel, a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and went off to do my thing while he did his.
When I walked out of my bedroom, freshly showered and changed into sweats and tee shirt I was surprised to see that Lloyd had taken the initiative to set two places at the table with plates, napkins and wine glasses. I was even more surprised to see him sitting at the table wearing nothing more than the towel. His hair was damp and tousled and he exuded what can only be described as raw sexuality. He looked as though he might have just finished a hot, sweaty round of lusty sex. I thought to myself that the guy would be able to have any woman he wanted. For the first time it struck me that over all these weeks the guy had never mentioned women or sex. I decided that he was just too reserved to do so. Then it hit me that, quite out of character, that I hadn't raised those issues with him either.
Before I could go any further musing about this topic the door buzzer interrupted, the pizza had arrived. I opened the door and the boy withdrew the box from the insulated sleeve that was keeping it warm and handed it to me. I turned, took the few steps back and placed it on the center of the table and then returned to the door to pay for the pie. I handed the kid a five and ten dollar bill for the $12 pizza and told him to keep the change. I could see he was looking over my shoulder at Lloyd and suddenly he gave me a knowing grin, thanked me for the tip and said, "you two have a good time." His voice was tinged with sarcasm.
At first I thought the guy was a little lame and I just stared after him as he disappeared into the elevator. Then it suddenly struck me what he'd been inferring. I was instantly pissed the old homophobia rearing its ugly head. I turned toward Lloyd and just blurted it out.
"That little mother fucker thinks we're a couple of fags ready to get it on."
Lloyd looked up at me, smiled and very calmly said, "that's not an entirely unreasonable assumption. I mean I'm sitting here practically naked, we're two good-looking guys, it's Friday night and instead of being out with women we're here together about to share a pizza. He's probably seen that scenario hundreds of time. Why care what he thinks?"
At that moment I felt like an idiot. I'd over reacted and felt I should some how explain why. "I guess I really don't care. It's just because of something that happened to me a long time ago I sometimes loose it if somebody thinks I might be gay.
"Oh? That sounds like it would be an interesting story." He said it matter-of-fatly, but then casually added, "why don't we eat before the pizza gets cold? And I think we could use some wine."
He opened the pizza box, peeled off two slices, placed one on my plate and the other on his own. I got a bottle of Merlot out of the kitchen, uncorked it and poured some into each of our glasses. We clicked our glasses together and began to eat and drink in silence. The absence of conversation was almost uncomfortable and I realized that the delivery boy's assumption combined with my reaction had for some reason place a pall on the evening.
Half a pizza and a wine refill later Lloyd broke the silence. "So am I going to get to hear that story?"
I'd never shared what happened with Pete with another living human being, nor had ever intended to. For some reason now, with Lloyd, I felt almost comfortable with the thought of doing so. Still I was reluctant.
"I've never told anybody about it, not even my best friends. It's not something that I particularly want anyone to know about me. I mean it might change the way you feel toward me."
"When did you say this happened?"
"It was almost 14 years ago."
"And you were how old?"
"15, almost 16."
"Hell, give me more credit than that. We all do things we aren't necessarily proud of, and whatever it is the fact that you were just a kid makes it meaningless, except maybe for you. But, if you don't what to talk about it though that's cool. If you do, know that nothing between us will ever be shared with anyone else, at least not by me. I have a few skeletons in my closet as well and I'd expect the same consideration from any friend I disclosed them to. I know that whenever I've shared something like that with a good friend I always feel better afterward.
"OK, but let me think about it, maybe it is time I did exactly that, but let's wait until after we eat."
The conversation moved on to other things and we sat there until the pizza was gone and the wine bottle empty. Then while I cleared the table Lloyd went into the guest room returning dressed in shorts and tee shirt, his hair tamed and combed.
"So do you have any pot?'
His question surprised me, though I don't know why. He was only 21 and from California.
"As a matter of fact," I said grinning, "I happen to have some killer weed. Would you like to smoke?"
"That's why I asked." He said with a grin.
I went into my bedroom, opened my stash drawer and removed a baggy of already clean dope, and a new pipe, retuning with both to the living room. Lloyd was already seated on one end of the sofa behind the coffee table. I took a seat on the opposite end, put the grass and pipe on the table and proceed to fill the pipe's bowl with a good pinch of dope. I lit it, took a toke and passed it to him. We passed it back and forth a few time until it was burnt out. I tapped out the ash into an ashtray and refilled it. This time I handed him the unlit pipe along with the Bic. He held it in his hand and turned toward me and lifted his legs on to the sofa so that he was sitting with his knees at chin level and facing me.
"So do I get to hear the story?"
"OK," I said slowly, "but you've got to promise me that this goes with you to the grave." I said it very seriously, but I meant it and he knew that I did."
"Like I said anything between us stays between us, just us."
"OK." I said as I too brought my legs up on the couch, mirroring his posture and facing him. I began my story as he lit the pipe. It went slowly, interrupted by tokes and refilling of the bowl. I began with the beach party and how I was trying to loose my virginity with my girlfriend Donna. I drew that part out as long as I could, reluctant to get to the part about Pete. I'll admit being stoned helped and the more I smoked the easier it became. Also I was getting horny both from the memory of the story and the pot (grass always horns me up). Finally I just told him the whole tale and how it had kind of screwed me up with regard to sex.
While I'd be recounting the events of 14 years earlier I'd avoided direct eye contact with Lloyd, but now that it was completely out I looked up, directly into his eyes in an attempt to learn if I'd lost his friendship and respect. A slow grin crossed his face and I saw no sign of hostility or disgust in his expression, much to my relief.
"You eastern boys sure carry a lot of guilt over a very little thing. If you lived in California it wouldn't have bothered you for a minute. You think that's a dark secret? Hell I was only 14 the first time I got hummed by a surfer-boy."
"For real? The same thing happened to you?"
"Many times. Why waste a load jerking off if you can get a great blow job?"
"You have a point there. I guess you're right; I just let the guilt thing get the best of me. Now that I've told someone it does seem kind of trivial."
"Better fill the bowl one more time, 'cause it's my turn to tell you a secret."
He'd just told me he'd gotten blowjobs from guys when he was a teenager. What, I wondered could his secret be if that was something he shared so easily?"
I lit the pipe again and passed it to him. He took a deep toke, held it in and let it out slowly. I could tell he was nervous. He'd been casual up until now, but I could see he was apprehensive.
"I guess you could say this is a secret in two parts. The first isn't really a total secret since my parents and a very few good friends know about it, the second part is known only to me and in a minute you. If this changes the way you feel about me I'll understand and I'll even quit the job if it bothers you, but you have to promise to keep what I tell you between us."
At the moment all I could imagine was that he was going to confess killing someone. I knew that wasn't very realistic so I said, "I've already promised, whatever it is stays between us."
"Cool. OK, here goes. I'm gay."
I'll admit I almost fell off the couch in surprise, but strangely, at least for me, it didn't really seem to bother me. I was not freaked out as I might have been just a few hours earlier. I almost instantly realized that I liked Lloyd and the fact that he was gay hadn't changed that.
I looked at him, smiled and said, "I can live with that. You're still the same guy and I still think you're a pretty great one."
"Great, the second part might be a bit harder for you to deal with. The fact is that over the past month I've developed a real big thing for you. I know that there's no chance of having a relationship with a straight guy like you, but I'd really like to do for you what Pete did. There, is that shocking enough?"
He was right. I was shocked. Not, as I say, at his being gay, but that he'd find me attractive. I mean here was this guy, gay or straight, that could have his pick of any woman or gay man he wanted and he'd just admitted to wanting me. I was nearly 9 years older, not nearly as good looking, and while I had a good body it sure wasn't a match for his. For years I'd been looking for a woman who was the female version of this guy and hadn't come close to finding her. It was a cruel trick. A great guy who wants me and I didn't want him, at least I was sure I didn't. I hadn't even considered the implication that he'd just offered me a blowjob. I was just too preoccupied with the rest of his revelation. He of course was, at the moment more interested in getting between my legs and was wondering if he had a chance.
"Well what do you think?"
While trying to take in the full meaning of his statement I'd been staring down at my feet, I looked up at him, my face completely void of expression. I really wasn't tuned into what he was really asking, but I responded as best I could with honesty.
"I really don't know what to say or what I'm thinking."
He smiled sheepishly and then sort of shrugged his shoulders. "Well at least part of you knows what it's thinking."
I stared at him blankly having no idea what he meant. Then he slid his foot across the cushion that separated us and with the bottom of his bare foot caressed my cock and balls that were obviously bulging out the front of my sweats. I can honestly say that it was only at that point that I became aware of the fact that I had a massive hard on. Not just a typical boner but a throbbing, granite-hard cock desperately craving attention. Again I didn't know what to do or say.
I heard him whisper. "I'd love to take care of this for you," as he again rubbed his foot over my straining meat.
Grass had always made me horny, but this was more than that. I was big time turned on sexually and realized that I was desperate for relief. I thought about just running into my bedroom and jacking off, but for some reason I didn't want to, I rationalized that I didn't want to hurt or insult him that because I genuinely liked him a great deal. Though in part true, the real reason was that I wanted something to happen.
Lloyd continued rubbing his foot gently on my swollen manhood making it throb and sending shivers up my spine. I could feel the pre-cum flowing over the engorged head of my cock. His eyes were locked with mine and he smiled. It was a gentle, loving smile and it conveyed the sense that he genuinely wanted to give me pleasure. I slowly parted my knees, spreading as wide as I could without loosing balance, but more than wide enough to give Lloyd's massaging foot total access to my groin, signaling my full compliance with whatever else he might wish to do.
It didn't take him more than an instant to read the message. He withdrew his foot and then with mercurial ease he slid from his cushion to kneel in front of me. He grabbed my legs, pivoted me around until he was kneeling between my outstretched legs. He reached up taking my tee shirt off, and then he moved his hands to the waistband of my sweats peeling them from me as I lifted my ass in the air. Since I'd gone commando I was now totally naked, my cock standing up ramrod straight pumping out copious flows of male nectar.
Lloyd took it in his firm grip and using my pre-cum as lubricant stroked me with a light, silky touch that sent electrical charge through my body making me want to shout out in ecstasy. Lust overtook me and I gasped at him. "Suck me off, please, I need it so bad."
Except for jacking off I hadn't had sex in over a week. That however didn't nearly explain the sate of need I was in. Lloyd grinned looking very pleased. "My pleasure." With those words he pulled my cock toward him, leaned in and swallowed me to the hilt. Them he began his magic.
I've had my share of good blowjobs, even several I'd classify as great ones, but this was in a totally unique category. As it began I could only throw my head back, close my eyes and moan with sheer pleasure. Never had a sexual act provided me with such pleasure, not merely physical, but psychological as well. As I became accustomed to these incredible sensations I wanted to watch was providing them.
I raised my head and opened my eyes to gaze down at Lloyd. He seemed totally lost in what he was doing. He was beautiful pumping his head up and down on my swollen phallus, laving his tongue over my tight-drawn balls, moving his lips over the sensitive skin of my cock-head. His entire being was focused on me. It was apparent that he was making love to me through my cock and balls. His mouth, lips and tongue explored every sensitive area between my legs and seemed to me to be everywhere at once. It was as though every sensitive nerve ending in that most sensitive part of the human anatomy were being ministered to simultaneously.
I reached down and began caressing Lloyd's head in what I can only describe as an act of love returned. I felt a phenomenal urge to pull him up to me and kiss him. I tried to erase such an idea from my head, but the compulsion overcame me. I knew that the only way to avoid it was to gain release. Cumming would not be a problem; I'd been fighting it since soon after he'd begun. I was torn; I wanted this unique pleasure to go on forever. At the same time I knew the effect it was having on me. If I didn't want to do something I was afraid I'd regret forever I needed to forget what I was feeling and just satisfy my animal instincts.
I drew my hands away from his head, closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on nothing more than the physical pleasure. I began to pump into his mouth, trying to match the downward movement of his mouth with the upward thrust of my groin.
That was enough. After the third such stoke I felt the damn burst as I went over the top. I lost count and nearly my senses after the fifth volley. I don't have any idea just how much male mile I shot into his mouth, but it was without doubt the most intense orgasm of my life. From moan into a crescendo of masculine growls filled the apartment followed by helpless whimpers. I was totally drained. Still Lloyd nursed my softening member in his mouth, seemingly unwilling to release it.
"Please let me go, I can't take any more," I gasped.
He looked up at me and I could see fear in his eyes. I could see that he'd misunderstood, that he was afraid that after the glow of orgasm had ebbed regret had set in and that I was pushing him away.
There was no way I wanted him to think that. I looked down at him, smiled and told him it was the greatest sexual pleasure I'd ever had. He rose up and brought his face close to me. I thought he was going to kiss me and I decided that I was going to kiss him back, Instead he took hold of my chin, lowered my head down, lean forward and ever so lightly brushed his lips on my forehead.
"You could not possibly have had more pleasure than I had in doing it. Now I think we'd better get some sleep. If you want to talk about this I think it would be best in the morning."
Without saying another word he stood and walked into the guestroom and shut the door behind him. I couldn't help but notice that his shorts were tented out obscenely. I was more than obvious that he was sexually stimulated to his maximum. I thought about following him into the guestroom. It occurred to me that the least I could do for the guy was maybe hold him while he jacked off, maybe even give him a couple of strokes. After what he'd dome for me it was the least a guy could do. It didn't make me queer, just a little guy-to-guy thing, kid's stuff.
Instead I sat there trying to regain some physical strength; finally I just got up and walked slowly into my room, closed the door and got into bed. It was going to be a night of very little sleep and liberating revelations.
To Be Continued. . .