My name is Michael. I am gay. Seriously gay. Not bi-sexual, not curious. I know what I want. Cock. I want cock in my mouth and I want it in my ass. I want my cock in other guys' mouth and ass. No girls allowed. I couldn't imagine touching a vagina. Eww. How dudes put their face in there, I'll never know.
Anyway, I am tired of reading stories about guys trying to tell you they aren't gay, they just want to experiment, or that they are married and it only happened once. Not for me.
And if you want to be my lover, you better be totally out. Experiment somewhere else, please. I prefer my men to know what they want and they better want it to be some serious cock sucking and ass fucking. If you are in the closet, don't come round looking to "explore," I am not interested.
I knew I was gay since about 12. Figure it out on someone else's time.
I didn't used to be this militant about it, but the last closet case I took on cost me some serious heart pain. He didn't do it on purpose, and I hope he is well, but I am not trying to help a guy figure it out, again. Too painful.
I miss him.
I was 34 at the time. He was introduced to me by an old lover, Dave. This kid was 21. He was Dave's new roommate. I asked Dave why he wasn't trying to hook up with him (Dave was much older, around 45 I think) and he said the kid wasn't really interested in men.
Dave's gaydar must have been on the fritz or something. This kid may have been confused, but he definitely was on our team. His name is Bill. God, he was hot. He stood about 6'7" tall with big blue eyes, dark brown hair, and he was thin, but not skinny.
His ass was to die for. And as for his package. Those jeans were tight enough to show the outline of a monster cock. I am about a foot or more shorter. I have curly brown hair and brown eyes, and have been told I was cute. I think I do OK, I would fuck me if I had the chance, and honey, I have had the chance. Anyway, this boy had one of those attitudes that said he had no idea how truly sexy he was.
Dave met him at work, Bill needed a place to stay and Dave needed a roommate. It worked out well for Dave since he had a dog. The kid could watch the dog for him while Dave went on a long haul. He was a trucker for the company they both worked for, and was gone a lot. Bill was a mechanic at the shop fixing the trucks that needed it. He relied on Bill to help with his dog.
He was hoping Bill would help lube his ass too, but Bill was not the least bit interested. Dave point blank asked him if he fooled around with men, and Bill said no. But Dave was cool and let him keep the room. They enjoyed each others company when they were around, so I guess it worked out.
Bill worked two jobs, he was a bartender at night so he was gone pretty much all the time, but would go in between jobs to check on and take care of the dog.
So here we were at a rare night off for Bill, Dave in town, and Dave wanted to get with me for some alone time. Bill was bored and asked if he could tag along with Dave, not realizing Dave was on a mission.
Dave didn't think it would be a big deal to ditch him later, I was cool with it, figured we could eat dinner then somehow split up afterward.
Bill was hilarious. He had a very dry sense of humor, and as we watched various patrons at the restaurant, Bill would crack jokes and not even smile, and I would bust a gut. He could be very bitchy. Finally after the check came, Dave and I were ready to get down to some action, and that was when Bill put two and two together. "Sorry guys, didn't mean to cut in on your 'date'."
"No problem, but we are going back to my place." I said. and so Bill took Dave's car and we were going to ride in mine to my place, and then I would get Dave home later. It wasn't far. Then I got in my car and it wouldn't start.
We flagged Bill down as he was leaving the parking lot."Hold on, we can't get my car started." I said. He parked again and started rummaging around under the hood. I watched from behind, and the curve of that ass was starting to get my motor started. He jiggled a couple of thingys, had Dave try a couple of times to start it, then finally it started running after they did various things.
"You have a bad fuel line issue. Either a pump going bad, a filter clog or something. I can take it with me to the shop tomorrow and check it out, and get it back to you between shifts. Just bring Dave back tomorrow and we'll swap it out. It'll run now, but I am not sure if I can get it going again if it stops. I will leave it at work and walk home from there. It is only two blocks from our place."
I agreed. For two reasons, It gave me a chance to see him again, and to maybe repay him. And get my car fixed, because this wasn't the first time I had issues. Dave and I jumped in Dave's car, and I started pumping him with questions.
"So what's his story?"
"He's a good kid. Quiet. Only works. I have only seen him go out on occasion, never brings anyone home, boy or girl." Dave said.
"And you asked him if he was gay?"
"Yeah, and he said he never tried anything with a guy."
"That's different. Did he say specifically he was straight?"
"No. Why? You interested?" Dave asked.
"Hell yes, did you see that ass?" I replied. "Honey, I could spend weeks in there."
"You should see him naked. And good Lord, he is hung. He walked from the shower to his room a couple of weeks back, thinking he was alone. He was semi-hard, I bet it gets to be 9 inches." Dave was smiling at me.
"Did you try anything?"
"That's when I fucking asked him! You don't let something like that pass you by. I said, 'You wanna fool around?' and he just got real quiet, apologized for being naked and ran in his room. He came out later dressed, and said he was sorry again. I said it was no big deal, but did he ever try it with a guy.
"He got real red and said 'No'. I let it alone. If he were interested, when he was there naked in front of me would have been a fine time to try something, but I aint gonna push myself on anybody. I get enough action as it is."
"Man, you are clueless." I said. "He turned red. Straight guys laugh or get angry. They don't turn red. I swear, no wonder you come after your old lovers"
"That and you are a great piece of ass."
The next afternoon I took Dave back to his place, and just as promised, there was my car in the parking lot, with the keys and a note in the apartment. He fixed some filter thing and said "No charge Should run great for now." Bill was no where to be found. He must have gone to the second job that night. Dave said he was going on a ten day trip the next day. I asked him Bill's schedule.
"During the week, he works 7-3 every day, 8-1 on Saturday. Then the club varies. It is never the same two weeks in a row. He must be working tonight. I never ask." Clueless.
