Martin grew up in a real small town where there were just three kinds of guys. The first kind was the one who always had a girlfriend on his arm. The second kind hung around with his buddies drinking beer, being loud and silly and were generally to be avoided. And then there were freaks like him who didn't fit in. At least, that was how he saw himself.
Martin knew that he didn't want a girlfriend. Neither did he want to hang out with the macho guys and talk about sport and cars, although he often fantasized about these very same guys. And once, when he walked by a group who loved teasing him they had turned around and mooned him. How his heart had pounded and his face flushed as he drank in the sight of those pale, smooth and firm bubble butts. Two or three of the guys had pulled their cheeks apart so Martin was able to see right into the crack. The sight of those little rosebuds nestled in their nest of fur with big fat balls hanging below had made him go weak at the knees. He'd stopped dead in his tracks, even though he knew it was dangerous to do so, but his legs just would not move. It felt like hours that he stood there memorizing each ass but it was only seconds and the guys soon pulled their shorts up and made some rude comment.
What Martin wanted was a man. He wanted a man that loved cock and ass, a man that would hug him and kiss him and hold his hand and poke his hole. And in his little town there seemed precious little chance of finding such a man so he was terribly isolated. And the more isolated he felt the more he withdrew from anyone trying to be friendly.
And then he met Rob. Rob was new to town and he had stopped Martin to ask for directions. Martin's lust glands went into overdrive as he took in the sight of this beautiful dark eyed stud with his sexy, hairy legs, well developed chest and arms and incredibly fine, shapely ass. When he smiled Martin felt like he was the only other person in the world. Those beautiful white teeth dazzled him and took him into a daydream so deep that Rob had to gently tap him on the shoulder to get him back to the real world.
It wasn't long, however, before Rob had linked up with the band of beer drinking buddies. The first time Martin walked by and saw Rob hanging out the guys his heart sank. But Rob waved and called out to Martin to come over. Martin was torn. He loved the attention he received from this handsome stud but the other guys made him uncomfortable.
'Don't you know that guy is gay?' one of the guys asked Rob.
'Who cares?' he shot back, and to prove his point he put his arm around Martin.
It was simply a protective, defiant gesture but Martin felt faint. He had to get away before he got a hardon. He made his excuses and left.
About three days after that Craig, one of the macho studs that Martin had always found attractive, approached him in the street.
'Hey Martin,' he said 'are you really gay?'
Martin just blushed, unsure how to answer.
'I've got this friend.' Craig said ' he told me he let a gay guy blow him once.'
Martin just blushed deeper red. Craig was the guy who filled his dreams most often. He was big and buff and blonde with big, blue eyes and a face that was pretty, rather than handsome. Even though he was twenty he hadn't yet started shaving and his cheeks looked satin smooth; his lips were the most amazing sezy shape and of a cherry red ripeness. The only flaw Craig had, in Martin's eyes, was that his butt was a little too big. He was probably quite aware of it because he always seemed to wear his shirts over his shorts and when he wore jeans it was like there was two hogs having a tussle back there, bouncing up and down as he walked.
'You guys are all such macho studs' Martin said with all the sarcasm he could muster, 'I don't see why you need to be having sex with guys. I though chicks jumped when you snapped your fingers.'
'Don't believe a fuckin word of it.' Craig said. 'I've never even been laid yet. I don't think the other guys have either. Not really. They all just lie about it.'
