"You're gay, aren't you?"
It wasn't a question; it was a matter-of-fact statement.
I wasn't sure what to say, so I answered with a question: "Are you?"
"I asked you first," Art replied.
He grinned at me, as if he knew. For as long as I have known him, he was incredibly perceptive. I sat on the couch opposite him admiring his beauty. He was fairly tall with delicate features and a slight build. If he were a girl, he would be called pretty, even beautiful.
When Art was in high school, he used to come over for help with his writing assignments or just to chat. He and his family lived a few houses down from me, but they had never really maintained what one would call a friendship with me. They were a family, and I was single. It seems as if we didn't have much in common; I was an outspoken atheist, and Art's father was a Baptist minister.
Art came over often for help on his college essays because he believed his writing still needed work. His writing didn't need any of my help of course, but I enjoyed his company, and I know he enjoyed mine.
He was a freshman at the local college where I teach classical Greek and Roman history and mythology. His older sister was a student in one of my classes.
I replied, "I don't think of myself as 'gay' or anything else; I enjoy any kind of sex. If it feels good, I'll do it."
"My gaydar tells me you are gay; don't try to deny it."
"Your gaydar?" That was a word I had never heard before.
"Gay radar." He chuckled coquettishly. "Then tell me about the first gay experience you ever had, or the most interesting you've had."
"Well . . . if you insist. I had many gay experiences through high school, but none of them went beyond mutual masturbation. Occasionally I had taken a penis in my mouth, but no one had actually ejaculated in my mouth. That is, until one day during the summer after my friend Don and I had just graduated.
"We were at his house, and I had been helping him with his yard chores. His parents were gone for the weekend, so we weren't in any hurry to finish. Eventually we had called it a day because it was hot, and we were sweaty. He suggested that we shower together rather than take turns. I had no problem with that.
"As we undressed, he mentioned that he was horny. I told him that I, too, was. We chuckled, and we both entered the shower with hard-ons. I stared at Don's circumcised cock; I was fascinated by it. He noticed my staring, and he ran his hands along the length of it. In the shower Don offered to wash my back; as he did so, his prick rubbed against my bottom, and he held onto my hips and rubbed his hard prick along the crack of my ass cheeks. Then he reached around and grabbed my prick and pulled my foreskin back and forth. I turned around and grabbed his thick, hard cock. It was beautiful, long, and very hard. I rubbed him vigorously a few more times, but I found it difficult masturbating a prick without a foreskin. I knelt down in front of him in order to pump his cock more comfortably. As I was pumping him, I stared at the large, bulbous head. I couldn't resist taking his prick into my mouth. I took only the head in at first and swirled my tongue around it. It was a wonderful feeling, but I felt as if I would choke on it because he wanted to push his entire cock into my throat. By this time Don was moaning softly while he held my head firmly in his hands. He was trying to hump my mouth. Then I got the idea to hold the shaft in both hands and suck aggressively on the head. This was less tiring, and I loved the feel of the hot glans in my mouth.
"After sucking vigorously for several minutes, he shot several spurts of hot jism into my mouth. I had to swallow fast, but I got it all. I held his softening prick in my mouth, but I continued to exert more sucking pressure. After several minutes, I stood up, and we hugged while rubbing each other's cocks. We didn't speak; we just kept rubbing, but he was rubbing my prick with more vigor. He let go of me, and our cocks rubbed along our bellies simultaneously as we open-mouth kissed. Then I tensed up, and I came in several spurts all over his belly. He kneeled down and took my softening prick in his mouth and sucked until it was completely soft."
"Then what happened?" asked Art.
Before I could continue with the story, I noticed that his trousers stuck out in front. Mine were too, and he was staring at my crotch. He then stood up to stretch.
When he did, I said, "Well, let me see." I reached over and touched his trousers. I could feel his erection through the material.
"It's small," he protested.
