Two-Step Cowboy Dances Disco, Ch. 1
David has first time, gay sex with two men, Chad, and Troy.
Down and out after losing my job, out of money, and without a car, no longer able to afford the rent for my apartment, I found myself living in Austin, Texas with my gay, younger brother, Daniel. Not an ideal situation, embarrassed that I needed to move in with my brother but, hopefully, a temporary one.
As soon as I find a job, I'll move into my own place and buy some new furniture. With Texas so big and everything far away, unlike Boston where I could walk or take the public transportation to everything, I'll need to buy a car, too. For now, living with my brother will have to do. Thank God, with him a lifesaver, at least I had somewhere to go and a place to stay.
I love my brother. He's my best friend and we've always been very close. It doesn't matter to me that he's gay as long as he's careful and stays safe. Thank God AIDs is no longer the crisis that it was but it's still a threat.
Daniel has always been into men in the way that I've always been into women. He had a rough time of it in high school. It's not easy being gay when living in Texas. Better that he stayed in Boston, but he made a choice to live with his father instead of his mother. Never having admitted it to anyone, I've always been a little bit, bi-curious.
Not that I'd have gay sex with a man but, especially when watching porn movies, I stare as men's naked penises as much as I stare at women's naked breasts. Not that I'm sexually attracted to penises, I'm not. I'm just curious about the size and the shapes of men's erect, naked pricks. Admittedly, now that I sometimes think about cocks, perhaps, the gay gene runs in the family. Perhaps, I'm a latent homosexual.
Again, not that I'm gay but it was then that I wondered how common it was to have brothers or identical twins who were both gay. Yet, something I'd never do, if a man gave me oral sex, I wouldn't feel obligated to return the sexual favor and give him oral sex, too. Unless I was in prison and forced to sexually service another man, I'd never blow a man. Gross. That's so gross to me just to imagine sucking a man's prick and allowing him to cum in my mouth. I'd never do that.
Nevertheless, not that I'd want a man to suck my cock, but I always wondered how different it would feel for a man to blow me instead of a woman blowing me. I wondered if a man blowing another man was more sexually exciting than a woman blowing a man. I figured that another man would know what more a man wanted than a woman would. With many women who don't suck cock and if they did suck cock, they may not allow a man to cum in her mouth. I imagined a man would give a better blowjob than a woman.
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I imagined the same thing applied to lesbian sex. I figured that a woman eating another woman would give a woman better oral sex than would a man. Instead of not knowing what to do and haphazardly licking her and incorrectly fingering her, women would inherently know how to lick and finger a woman. I'd be the first one to admit, I have no idea what I'm doing when eating a pussy. Perhaps, once I've had more experience giving women oral sex, I may enjoy that more than I do now.
Yet, the bottom line, as long as my brother is happy, I'm happy for him. No one should be alone. Everyone should have someone. Everyone needs someone in their lives and he's blessed with many friends, albeit gay friends. Unlike me, I've always been a loner. I can count the number of friends that I have on two fingers, my brother and me.
Grateful that he took me in, hoping that I didn't disrupt his homosexual lifestyle, he could have said no. Instead, as I hoped he would, he welcomed me, his big brother, with open arms. Yet, feeling depressed and feeling sorry for myself, things could have been worse. At least, I wasn't homeless. At least, I wasn't living on the streets and begging for spare change.
Thanks to my brother, at least, I had food to eat and water to drink. I had the basic necessities of life to help me soldier through this unemployment patch. I had a bed to sleep on, a shower to clean myself, and a toilet to use. What more do I want? What more do I really need?
Nevertheless, with me at my lowest point, only up from there, as soon as I found a job, I'd be better. As soon as I had money enough to rent my own place, buy some furniture, and buy a car, I could entertain women. Already having gone a long time without sex, as horny as I'm sexually frustrated, I needed to get laid. I can't remember the last time that I had a hand job or a blowjob.
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My accommodations aren't so bad. Certainly, they could have been better, but they could have been much worse. My brother lived in downtown Austin, Texas, a high crime area. Yet, I could have been living in a roach and mouse infested motel. I could have been in a housing project with single mothers with crying babies, men dealing dope in the halls, and shootings outside my front door.
Even though my brother's neighborhood is not the safest of neighborhoods, at least his house is nice. Once I close and lock his doors, because of his double paned windows, with the noise, gunfire, police, fire, and ambulance sirens not filtering in, the crime stays outside. I don't hear anything. It's peaceful compared to all of the shit that goes on outside.
Living with my brother, I have my own bedroom with an extra-long, twin bed, albeit a bed that feels too much like an army cot or a prison bed. With my kid brother working all day and gone all night with his homosexual friends to gay bars, he left me alone to do my own thing. Actually, with him seldom home, I feel as if I live alone. Then, when he's finally home to crash before leaving for work, with resume and references in hand, I'm already out of the house knocking on doors and looking for a job.
Not an unusual thing with him, when living the single life, sometimes gone for a day or two, while staying with friends, I never know when he'd return home or what the Hell he was doing. I imagined that he was having sex, lots of gay sex with lots of different men. I wondered why gay men had so many sexual partners.
Most straight men don't have as many sexual partners as gay men. Somehow, gay men can immediately tell another gay man. As soon as they give one another the eye, seemingly, they're on their knees sucking one another off.
Different from straight men, gay men can have sex with multiple partners in a single day. I've never had sex with two different women in a week, never mind having multiple, sexual partners in a single day. I'd be exhausted.
Moreover, I'd want to have more than just sex. I'd want to have a relationship. I'd want to fall in love. I'd never have sex with a woman in a bathroom or in a bus terminal in the way of Jon Voight did in the movie, Midnight Cowboy.
Yet, this living situation was ideal for the both of us. I cooked whenever he was home. I cleaned the house and did the laundry. I fed and changed the cat's pee and poop pad and watered his plants.
I babysat his house. In the meantime, I looked online for available job openings. He was free to do whatever he sexually wanted to do with a variety of men without worrying if his house was being burglarized while he was away overnight having sex with one of his friends.
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The first day that I was there, my brother introduced me to two of his friends, Chad, and Troy. Sounding too fabricated, no doubt, Chad and Troy weren't their real names but their gay names. Yet, they seemed friendly enough and not standoffish in the way that straight men are when meeting one another for the first time.
"Hi, pleased to meet you," I said shaking Chad's hand.
He was young, my age, about 25-years-old. He had dyed, blonde hair, and big, blue eyes. A good-looking man, he was about 5'9" tall and slim. If I didn't know that he was gay, I'd be trying to fix him up with my sister.
With me taller than my brother, Daniel, who was six feet, two inches tall, Chad gave me an approving eye while staring up at me and shaking my hand. Troy was about the same age and shorter than my brother and I, about 5'10" tall. He had black hair and brown eyes. He was as good-looking as his friend.
"Are you gay, too," asked Troy with a sexy laugh, no doubt, hoping that I was?