Introduction to Men
I got married at an early age, 21; to the only woman I had ever fucked who was 19 at the time. She went to work after college to support us while I finished my university degree. At her work she quickly made friends, one of whom was a gay man about 35. We didn't socialize together but we did share a freezer order of beef. It was my job to pick up the beef and going to Larry's house split it up evenly, giving him his share to put in his freezer. This was the first time I would have ever been close to someone I knew was gay and I was interested in seeing what he was like.
I picked up the meat, already cut packaged and frozen at a local farm butcher and went to Larry's condo apartment. "Ring, ring" went the lobby phone as I called up to let him know I was here. "Larry, it's Sandy," I said as he answered. "Can you come down to the lobby? We'll separate the meat in the trunk and I'll help you carry your share back upstairs."
"Ok, I'll be right down," was the reply. "Hmmm" he doesn't sound 'gay' I thought. Larry breezed into the lobby and I was struck by how good looking he was. He had short hair, piercing blue eyes and while not muscular in build was nicely shaped – for a man that is.
Taking my hand he shook it with a firm handshake, "Hi Sandy, good to finally meet you," he said.
I returned the pleasantries and we headed out into the parking lot to get the beef. We had previously agreed on sizes of portions so it was really only a job of counting out 50% of each cut and gathering Larry's into two of the boxes. We each grabbed one and headed back inside.
"Sandy, we're having problems with our elevators and the maintenance company is working on them. I'm afraid we'll have to walk up," Larry told me.
"Ok, not much choice I guess. By the way which floor do you live on?" I responded.
With a sheepish smile Larry said, "The eighth. Sorry."
God, I thought to myself, I'm going to be wiped when we get there. I was not very athletic and though I wasn't at all overweight I knew my stamina wasn't great. This flashed through my mind as we started trudging up 16 flights of stairs. After about 10 minutes I was beginning to puff and I could hear Larry with a slight wheeze in his breathing.
"Everything ok Larry?" I asked.
"Sure Sandy, just a little out of breath, only one more flight to go though, I'll make it," he replied. We crested the last flight and entered the hallway carrying our boxes which felt suspiciously like they had gained 50% in weight since we started the climb.
"Whew, glad you weren't on the 15th. Larry," was all I could croak out. We entered Larry's apartment and he quickly dumped all of the meat into his apartment-sized freezer.
"I'll sort it out later Sandy," he said. "Do you want a drink?"
"Sure, a beer if you've got any," I replied.
He retrieved two beers and we collapsed into chairs in his living room. Silence reigned for a few minutes as we savoured the first sips of ice cold beer and regained normal heart and breathing rates. I glanced around Larry's condo and he sure had a good sense for decorating. Everything seemed to have been selected for its effect on the room, and everything was top quality. Not at all like our place which still had that newlywed student second hand look to it.
"You've got a very nice place here Larry, I like all of your decorating," I complemented him.
"Thanks Sandy, I like it and so does Dick," Larry replied.
"Who is Dick?" I asked.
"Well he's my partner; you did know I was gay right?"
"Of course, Jackie told me that and I have to tell you it doesn't make any difference to me."
"Great," Larry replied. "Dick doesn't live here he just comes over for dinner and maybe stays the night a couple of times a week." A sudden vision of two men having sex flashed through my mind as Larry described his relationship.
"Tell me Larry, what's it like?"
"What's what like Sandy?" replied Larry, he was playing a little dumb and wanted me to spell it out.
"What is it like to be with a man, sexually I mean," I stammered in response. "I've only ever had sex with Jackie and of course I masturbate as well. She isn't really into sex all that much." I knew that I was blushing at talking about the intimate details of my own sex life even though I had just asked him to tell me about his.
"Well Sandy does Jackie ever go down on you? Suck your cock I mean," Larry asked.
"No she doesn't, she doesn't like sucking on me and she definitely doesn't like the taste of semen. When I cum in her, she jumps out of bed and rushes to the bathroom to flush out her vagina," I answered.
Larry nodded knowingly. "So do you masturbate a lot? And what turns you on when you stroke yourself?" he asked.
Now I was getting really embarrassed but I nodded "Yes I probably masturbate every day we don't have sex. We only have sex at most once a week at most and it's usually only every two weeks. I can't stand it, I feel like my balls are going to explode so I just have to jerk off. Jackie doesn't like it, won't watch me doing it and leaves the room when I start!"
"And what turns you on when you stroke yourself Sandy?" Larry persisted.
