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It was Christmas break and we were off from school. I was 18 and in my senior year of high school in the mid-60s in Southern California. I was a pretty good looking guy I think, 5'9", slim, cute face. Of the groups at school I was considered one of the brains and hung out with other kids that were in the advanced classes. My parents were divorced and I used to live with my mom until a year ago, but she died and I now lived with my dad in an apartment near my high school. He had remarried, but his wife was living in a retirement area now while he continued to work.
When I lived with my mom, the house was always a mess (she was always a poor housekeeper and when she was ill she did very little). The apartment my dad and I lived in was nice, but very small. Neither place was a place where you would want to have friends over, so I didn't have a lot of friends. I never went to the parties at school. I never had either the clothes or the transportation, so I stayed home. I was generally perfectly happy at home with a good book and some nice music.
So since I didn't date, I was still a virgin and likely to remain that way for a good while. Was I queer? (gay wasn't a term we had back then) I didn't know. I knew I was excited by boys' bodies. But then I like str8 porn I was sometimes able to get my hands on. On camping trips with the Boy Scouts, some of the guys used to do things in tents, but I never found out what because they never invited me to join them. I think I was too "clean" and too brainy for them – not that I ever put anyone down, it's just the way it was. So except for masturbation (which I did a lot), I hadn't had any kind of sex.
To get to the story, my older sister had joined the army about a year before and had been discharged about 6 months later. It seems she was a lesbian and I guess the army found out. So she had moved in with another girl she knew in Brooklyn and was living there and working in New York. I guess she missed me, because she invited me to come out at Christmas and spend my Christmas break with her. Her place was big enough and I had a bed to myself. She and her roommate worked, so I took care of my own meals during the day and we'd meet in the evenings and often go to a show. I prowled all around New York, mostly by myself. I tried to find some porn theaters that I could go to, but I guess they couldn't advertise and I didn't know where they were (and they probably wouldn't let me in anyway), so I spent most of my time riding the subways and shopping for things.
One night though, we got home and a guy they knew from somewhere was going to spend the night. He was a sailor on leave and was about 20. He was slim and very good looking and I was extremely attracted to him. He moved so smoothly and had a really cute grin. He was about 2 or 3 inches taller than me. It was late when my sister and I got home, so I didn't get to talk to him much. But he was going to spend the night on the couch in the living room and then move to a friend's house for the rest of his leave. As usual, I read until 1 or 2 am and then went to sleep.
The next morning when I woke up about 9, my sister and her roommate had gone to work and I was left home alone with him. I was wearing pajamas back then and looked in on him before I had some cereal. He was sleeping in his briefs and I could see his chest and flat stomach moving up and down as he breathed. He had only a little hair on his chest and the hair running down from his navel into his briefs. I watched him for a few minutes, wishing he would wake up, but he kept sleeping. I returned to my room in my pajamas and lay in bed reading.
After about an hour, I heard the noise of the bathroom door closing and then the toilet flushing, so I knew he was up. Then there was some noise in the kitchen and a few minutes later he was at my door with a glass of milk.
"Hi Greg," he said.
His hair was tousled and he was still just in his briefs. He still looked sleepy, but his body was sooooo nice.
He said, "I didn't really get a chance to meet you last night and I'm not going to be here long today, but I'd like to get to know you a little. Do you mind if we chat for awhile?"
"No, sure," I answered. "Pull up a chair. I'm not doing anything special."
This was certainly true, but more importantly, it gave me a chance to look at him some more. Not only was his face very attractive, but his chest was well-defined, although not muscular, with a small patch of hair in the center and a thin trail of hair leading from his navel down into his briefs. His legs were long and attractive, again not muscular, but well built, more like a runner's legs. And lastly, I couldn't take my eyes off his briefs. I really couldn't see anything, but for some reason, I was terribly turned on by looking at them. I tried not to be obvious about looking at his body, but it was hard for me to look anywhere else.
He picked up the chair by the dresser and brought it over, sitting close to the head of the bed with his knees almost touching it. I was still in my pajamas of course, but not under the covers. I put my book aside and sat up, leaning my back against the wall, my pillow on my lap and laying my arms on it.
He asked me about where I lived and so on and I gave him the basic details about my life. He was a great listener and he was very easy to talk to. All the time though, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Not only did his legs turn me on, but his chest and arms were so damn sexy. I longed to be able to touch him, but I just wasn't sure how he'd react.
"So," he went on, "what did your sister tell you about me?"
"Not much," I answered. "She just said you were a guy she knew who was on leave from the Navy and needed a place to stay for the night."
"She didn't tell you how we know each other?"
"No."
"We met at a club for gays and lesbians," he smiled. "We don't have a lot in common but when I said I'd need a place for tonight, she offered to let me stay. She said her kid brother would be staying with her and that I might like to meet you. Besides, she knew I liked young guys like you."
"You mean you're gay?"
"Yes," he said, "does that bother you?"
"Uh, I don't think so, I ... I don't know. I've never met a gay guy before. You mean you have sex with guys? Blow jobs and things like that?"
"Well, yeah, I've done things like that. A friend introduced me to gay sex when I was 16 and I've never regretted it. But back to you for a few minutes if you don't mind a personal question. You're a very good looking guy, Greg, but I noticed you haven't said a word about dating or sex at all. Don't tell me you're a virgin?"
"Uh – yes, I am," I said sort of embarrassed. "It just hasn't worked out for me to do much. I don't have any transportation and all the intelligent, pretty girls already have boyfriends."
"Do you go to school parties or other activities?"
"No, I just pretty much stay at home and do things with my father."
"Then your father isn't doing you any favors, Greg. By the time I was your age, I had had sex at least 10 times. You're certainly old enough and you ought to be doing something about it. You're at the age when you ought to be having sex regularly – and with your looks it would be really easy for you. Sex is a really great thing and unfortunately you're missing out."
"But what can I do about it? I just don't have any opportunities," I answered.
He smiled. "You have many, many opportunities. Become friendlier with the girls, flirt with them, go to parties, just socialize more. It isn't easy and like most things it takes practice before you get good at it. But if you never try, you'll never get any better. So do it."
