"I don't understand?" I asked Gerry. "Why did you say you had sex with other guys before if you hadn't?"
"I don't know. I guess I didn't think you would have sex with me. I wanted to convince you. I wanted to be sure."
"Yeah, well I'm pretty sure I would have done it anyway. You're kind of irresistible. But I have to say, some of that stuff you do in bed is crazy. Especially for a straight guy. Did you do that with girls? Is that where you learned it?"
"No, not really, mostly from videos, I've been thinking about it, having sex with a guy, for a long time. You just happened to be the first."
"It was impressive. I have to say that."
"Thanks," he said, and kissed my cheek. "It's different."
"What do you mean, different?" I asked, not sure what he meant. "Different as in better or different as in worse?"
"No, different in that there's another person. There's thoughts and emotions, and feelings. When you watch a video, it's interesting and exciting but you don't know the people on the video. It's more of a show, a physical demonstration of sex. When it's over you turn it off, and feel nothing really. With people, it's more complicated."
"I agree. It's much more complicated." I said thinking of my own feelings for him. We laid there for a while.
"Gerry, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
I knew this could ruin everything, but I needed to know. "When you first asked me to work with you on the project. Did you just do that for the sex? Was that all it was, an elaborate plan to get me in bed?" There, I said it.
Gerry thought for a moment. I waited.
"Yes," he said, and it hurt. "But let me explain. I had been thinking about sex with men, and I had heard about your dick and that you were gay from one of my girlfriends. I don't know how she knew, so please don't ask. Anyway, I had this idea, and, it all gets confusing at that point. But yes, it was about the sex." He could sense my disappointment. "I'm trying to be honest."
"Sometimes honesty hurts." I said, dejected.
"Let me ask you, did you say yes to working with me because you needed help with the project or because you liked the way I looked?" Gerry asked.
"As long as we're being honest, I suppose it was because you were so good looking. I didn't really need the help."
"So you see, in the beginning we both had our reasons."
"I suppose you're right," I agreed, still slightly irritated.
"Remember how I said it was different with people? Well, as we worked together, I began to like you, not as someone to have sex with, just as a person. Then we had sex and it was amazing and I felt I knew you deep down somehow and you knew me and there was some kind of connection. We understood each other in some unspoken way. And when I said those things, those mean things, I was scared of the feelings I had about you. Afterwards, all I could think about was how I hurt you and how you must feel and I hated myself for it. I hated myself for even having those feelings." He stopped.
"Gerry, it's OK to have feelings about people. Trust me." I said, as we lay there, then continued. "And you were right. I was mad at you, not just because of your words, but because I felt the same way about you."
We laid there in silence for some time. Eventually we got up and tried to put ourselves back together. Cleaning up and sorting through clothes. Gerry handed me my cummed up bikini from our first sexual adventure. The ones he had been using to catch his own cum when jacking off, thinking about me. "These are yours," he said.
"Why don't you keep them. We might need them next time." I said with a smile.
"And the next, and the next," he added.
True to his word, Gerry started taking me to the gym. Setting up a routine for me. Helping me with the machines and the free weights. His friends at the gym took it as a novelty, poking fun at Gerry. The big stud helps the scrawny skinny guy, but he didn't seem to mind. I was enjoying spending more time with Gerry. Doing something together other than school work. But like he said, the best part was seeing him all sweaty in his workout clothes. It really could drive a boy wild. It sure did me. And his friends in their tight workout clothes didn't hurt. Their arm and leg muscles weren't the only bulges on display.
We continued with the sex. Incredible sex. I finally got my chance to suck his meaty dick. Working that fat cock was worth the wait. I never tire of it. He also makes sure to have me start by working it through his underpants. He is quite a guy. He still loves having his nipples worked too, and of course his favorite, fucking me up the ass. At this point I had been fucked on my back, bent over, on top, sideways, and just about every other way.
