I have received some negative comments (mostly from male readers) about what some perceive as "gay stuff" in my stories. I cannot deny a scattering of m/m bisexual occurrences in my adventures. Yet every woman who has been a part of those moments has described great arousal at my being relaxed enough with my sexual orientation to open myself to less-traditional male experiences. And, I enjoy it. As any woman will tell you, sucking a man's cock gives you a feeling of power over him and a sense of accomplishment when you bring him to orgasm and swallow his cum.
That said, this chapter is about Ryan, a gay man, who shared his love and his body with me. There would be no way to tell this story without "gay stuff." Yet this first time was among the most loving and fulfilling sexual experiences of my life. I hope my telling of it can do justice to experience.
I rarely ask directly for comments, though I always welcome them. In this case, I am asking for honest feedback, including, if you are comfortable doing so, your chosen gender identity. I will respond to all feedback that is not "anonymous."
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When my wife first mentioned what she called, The Dallas School Girls, I thought of them as simply a clique of women, and one gay man, all in their 60s who had stayed close friends since middle school. I met most of them at parties or dinners. They were all smart, successful, and quite beautiful.
It wasn't until after my wife passed away that I learned the real secret of the Dallas School Girls.
I suggest reading at least the intro to this series to help get things started. -Emmerson
Having sent a text saying he was on his way up to the hotel room the Dallas School Girls secured for their blatant sexual use of my body and my skills, I began preparing for Ryan's visit, picking up dirty clothes and selecting clean ones. I choose to wear the same lavender shirt and loose tan cargo shorts I had worn to the orgy the night before, since I hardly had them on long enough to take them off.
Ryan was the sole male member of the Dallas School Girls. We had met several times and I liked him a lot. Contrary to the flamboyant stereotype of a gay man, Ryan was soft-spoken and warm with a dry humor and gentle, open manner. When my wife and I accompanied him to his favorite corn dog cart for lunch, I got a snap shot of Ryan holding a large corndog to his wide-open grin, as he pointed at me with a mischievous look in his eyes. It's one of my favorite photos.
As I opened the door, I saw that he had also chosen to wear cargo shorts, though his were already bulging at the crotch. Ryan was tall with thinning blonde hair, a pale complexion and a ready smile. We hugged and he pushed his crotch into mine.
"It's good to see you," he said, hitching up his shorts.
I took the cue and rubbed the bulge, "So it would seem. The rest of the Girls are here to see if I eat pussy as well as my wife did. I take it your experience with her was different."
"Somewhat. Let's get comfortable." He opened his pants as he walked to the mini-bar. His pants dropped as he bent down to retrieve a small bottle of red wine from the short fridge. His ass was pale and nearly perfect. He looked back at me and flexed his cheeks open, then closed. "Caught you looking, naughty boy."
He removed his shirt and sat on the bed, leaning against the pillows propped at the headboard. Deciding I was more conspicuous dressed than otherwise, I quickly took my shirt and shorts off as well. Like Ryan, I had not put on any underwear. I filled a glass with the last of the sharkbite from the pitcher and sat next to him on the bed, purposely close enough so our thighs touched. He patted my thigh near where the head of my cock lay limp.
