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First Training Session

Brad asked, "Are you ready?", and I confessed that I was so charged that I could cum at any moment. "Alright then, you need to tell me when I need to back off. Foreplay is fantastic, I love it, it's great, but it's only the prelude to creating a totally fulfilling orgasm for both of us. Both of us, he repeated. We need to make it work together, OK." He pulled me to him and I felt that I was melting in his arms, submitting completely to him. Once again his hands began to explore my body, first my shoulders, then my back and finally my butt. Oh, how I wanted him. He knelt up, felt my hard cock through Mike's silk bikini and then slowly pulled it off. "Easy, easy", he counseled, "we have a way to go." He slid off his boxers and laid on top of me, our cocks pressed together. It felt so good as he kissed me and I welcomed his tongue as it explored my mouth. Mike had taught me about frottage, but this was so extraordinarily stimulating that I had to tell Brad to wait. I wanted more, much more. I took some deep breaths and told him that I would cum if we continued. He then pulled me to the edge of his high bed. "You can't wait, can you?" "No", I responded, "I want you now. Please."

I watched as Brad lubed his hard cock and couldn't help comparing it to Mike's. It was longer and a bit thicker, but totally smooth. I was anxious if I could take it. I wanted so much for this to be good. My entire pelvis was primed for him. When I felt his cock on my asshole I took some deep breaths thinking he would penetrate me, but then he leaned over and kissed me so gently." Are you ready, pretty boy?" he asked. "Oh God, yes", I replied. " I want you!"

Brad was slow and methodical. His hands continued to explore my body as I felt the pressure of his cock on my hole. He took hold of it and rubbed it up and down my crack. I begged him to fuck me, fuck me hard. He rolled me over on my back facing him, my legs up and my willing asshole waiting in anticipation. His cock pressed harder against me, his penetration was smooth. Once in me, he advanced slowly, both of us savoring the incredible experience of anal sex. I loved every moment of it and looked forward to the climax that I knew was coming. Brad grabbed my cock and started stroking it to the rhythm of his strokes in my hole. I was close, ready to explode. Brad picked up his pace and with a few hardy plunges came and I did too. Oh man, what a wonderful orgasm! I collapsed in his arms. "Thank you, Brad", I said.
 
The two week financial training program ended at noon with a final luncheon. Afterwards, someone from Human Resources met with the eight of us individually to get feedback on the program and, surprisingly, to learn where we would likely be assigned. Mike was thrilled because he heard that he would be assigned to the company's headquarters in Seattle. I was not so lucky. I was actually hoping to stay in San Francisco. Brad said he hoped I would, which obviously influenced me. But, no! They expected to send me to their new office in Salt Lake City. I asked the HR guy if it was because I was a Mormon. He said that he couldn't comment on an employee's religion but the company wants their people to be in a comfortable environment. "It's good for business too", he said. Shit I thought to myself. A gay Mormon in Salt Lake City isn't what I'd call a comfortable environment.

The financial training program was over but that night I discovered that Mike had yet another of his own training ideas for me. After dinner back in our room Mike asked, "How did it go with you and Brad? Did he fuck you?" "Yes", I said, then "No! He made love to me and it was fantastic." "You then a confirmed bottom,....or ever even thought about being on top?" he replied. "I don't know about that", I said. "Versatility in bed opens many more opportunities. This is our last night. I want you to fuck me. Want to?" Mike didn't wait for my response. We kissed. He felt my rising cock through my pants. "That's my boy" he offered. We stripped quickly. Mike was wearing a black thong and looked so sexy. He released my cock from my underwear and stroked it gently a few time. He handed me some lube which I applied, this time to my own swollen cock. I wasn't sure about this and feared that I couldn't sustain an erection to fuck him. I wanted to please him. Mike leaned over the bed and pulled his thong away from his crack. "Come here, I want to feel your cock", he whispered. I ran my hard cock up and down his butt. It felt good. The pleasant sensation moved quickly from my knob down my shaft to engulf my entire pelvis. I pressed on his ass hole and before I knew it I entered him. I loved the feel of his ass muscles tightening and squeezing on my cock. It was so hot! I needed to cum. Without instructions, I began to pound his ass. Mike moaned repeatedly. "Fuck me baby", he exclaimed. I came quicky, the sensation was exhilarating. I pulled out which was probably a mistake because Mike was still real hard. I went down on him, intent on returning the favor he had given me. I sucked. He came. It was wonderful!

Two great "training" sessions - one financial, the other sexual. Quite a two weeks. I had learned alot and so quickly. Now what was I going to do about being a gay Mormon in Salt Lake City? I jerked off in the airplane restroom on the flight home, the first time I needed to jerkoff in the last two weeks.
 
Matt18 said:
Great story Todd! Is this the end?
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Hey, Matt!

Yeah, "First Training Session" is complete. It was a bit longer than I expected. Not sure if I should continue on with a sequel about being "gay Mormon in Salt Lake City". I appreciate your interest and support. Will wait and see if other JUBers are interested in more about my sexual awakening and fulfillment story.

Todd
 
OK. My first training session was over but the learning for this novice gay continued.


The company gave me a week off to get settled in Salt lake City before starting my first real job. What a hectic week! I bought a Subaru Outback with 112,000 miles on it, but the hard part was finding a place to live. Rentals seemed so expensive even though I was earning a very good salary. After five days of striking out I got lucky and found a nice furnished duplex near the university and not far from my office. The owner, recently widowed, lived in the other side of the duplex and treated me like a son complete with homemade cookies the day I moved in.

My sexual outlet that entire first week consisted exclusively of jerking off each morning in bed or in the shower. Shit, I felt like I was back in high school. Like Mike said, when your first sex is real good it's all you can think about. I sure did! I found my self wondering every time I saw cute guy if was he gay. How do you know? Then I discovered an alternative newspaper that had personal ads for men looking for men and also ads for a number of gay clubs in Salt Lake City. Most of the personals either contained obvious red flags or didn't give enough information to go on. One, however, looked pretty good - "GWM, late 20s, trim, discreet, professional, looking for serious relationship" - and he sounded good on the phone. We met once. He was more like 40 and a bit pudgy, but I was so horny I ended up sucking his cock and having him cum on my shirt in the back seat of my car. Never heard from him again which was OK with me. I went to a gay club one night, nervous at first, but got a number of cute guys hitting on me which I liked and left with a grad student, or so he said. We went to a nearby park. In a wooded area away from the path we groped around briefly, both obviously hard.
He slid down my jeans and briefs, pulled out his big cock and entered me without even a pause. The penetration hurt. He pounded my ass for about five minutes, groaning all the time and saying what a nice tight ass I had before he finally came, leaving me to stroke my cock till I did too. He drove me back to my car and while I was getting out said, "Any time you need your sweet ass plugged you know where to find me. Great fuck. Thanks." This was not what I wanted. Not at all. Sex, yes....but much more, a genuine relationship, someone I could share with. I found it where I least expected.

I joined the ward near my home. That's like a Mormon church parish. I felt welcomed and secure within the culture I knew and loved all my life. People were all very friendly. I volunteered for a number of church activities and played basketball with other young, some not so young, guys in the ward. That is where I first met Josh, playing church ball. He was almost a caricature of a Mormon boy - blond, blue eyes, Eagle Scout, All Star high school baseball player, recently returned missionary and now in his senior year at the U. The girls all fawned over him. Quite a catch I thought, but not for me. I liked Josh and never dreamed he might be gay until I noticed him checking me out as we changed clothes one day after basketball. It wasn't the only time either. I couldn't help wondering though but thought "no way", he's straight and the model Mormon. Nonetheless we became best friends and enjoyed weekend hikeing and biking together. Josh invited me to join him over Spring break at the U to go backpacking in southern Utah. Of course, I agreed.
 
So it seems my hard-on is going to linger longer, only now in SLC.
 
I was able to get off work early on Friday and off we went in Josh's pickup to southern Utah for a weekend of backpacking. It was a four hour drive to the trailhead, but well worth it. The canyon was spectacular with a small stream starting about a mile into the canyon as it narrowed. We didn't see a soul on the hike to our campsite so had the whole place to ourselves. The weather was perfect so we decided to sleep out rather than setting up the tent. After one of those dreadfully bland freeze-dried dinners Josh cooked on his tiny Primus stove we rolled out our Therarest pads and sleeping bags on a sandy spot near the stream. It couldn't get much better than this I thought....or could it?

Lying on our backs and looking up at the stars we talked, exchanged jokes and laughed. Josh elbowed me in the ribs. I returned it playfully and we started wrestling on the sleeping bags. I ended up on top of Josh, pinning him. Without even thinking, I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips and was totally surprised when he eagerly returned my kiss. Quickly our hands wandered sensuously over each others body as we rolled together on the sleeping bags. I could tell that Josh had an erection, an impressive one too, straining in his shorts. I unzipped them and began stroking his hard cock. He laid still, breathing heavily for a couple of minutes, then suddenly pulled my hand away. "No", he said. "It's wrong. We can't do this." He moved away and for what seemed like an eternity we just laid there without a word. I didn't know what to do. Finally, he broke the awkward silence saying, "I'm sorry. You're my best friend, more than just a friend, but I just can't do this" and then after a long pause, "not yet anyway." We said nothing the rest of the night. I can't remember how long I laid awake thinking about Josh and wondering if I had just made a big mistake.

The next morning neither of us even mentioned what had happened the night before. We set up the tent and put most of our stuff in it before spent all of Saturday day-hiking and exploring the beautiful main canyon and a few neat side canyons too. It was a great time, but I kept thinking about what had happened between us. I knew now for sure that Josh shared at least some of my desires, but the last thing I wanted was to screw up a wonderful friendship. But then, what did Josh mean when he said "not yet" after saying he couldn't continue what I had started. I was confused, uncertain, and didn't know what to do about it.

After another one of those "tasty" freeze-dried dinners we built a fire. Josh started, "About last night", but I interrupted him saying, "We don't need to talk about it. I made a mistake." He responded immediately, "Yes we do! It wasn't your fault. I have feelings for you, feelings I don't want, but can't help." He moved from the opposite side of the fire and sat next to me. We stayed up, feeding the fire periodically, and talking well past midnight. I told him about my struggles with my sexuality and my own difficulty trying to reconcile them with my Mormon beliefs. At his urging, I shared with him my so recent initiation into gay sex with Mike and Brad. Josh seemed interested, probing for details not for any tittilating reasons, just anxious to learn more and maybe make some sense of his own needs and desires.

Since I had done most of the talking, more like confessing I thought, I asked Josh if he ever had sex with anyone, expected him to say no. To my surprise he admitted that he did....once, while on his mission. Now it was my time to probe. I didn't go on a mission, but I knew the expectations so asked, "What about your mission companion? Aren't you two always together?" "He was a nerd, a fat jerk", Josh said. "It was our last week and he was intent on buying stupid souvenirs which were probably made in China for his four brothers and his sister. I walked on the beach alone while he was shopping. I met a native boy about my age who was wearing a very skimpy bathing suit, like a Speedo. He was beautiful. He caught me staring at him. He smiled and waved me to join him in an area off the beach which I did. He cupped his crotch and asked in Spanish if I wanted it. I did. I felt so awfully guilty afterwards. Still do. I've never told anyone about that before. "

We slept in the tent that night. Nothing happened. Josh was sure on my mind and I hoped that he was thinking about me too.
 
really enjoyed your story hope there is more to come .
 
The whole next week Josh and I kept on pretty much our usual routine. We spent some time together and talked on the phone often. We talked about how great the camping trip was but I was disappointed that he never even mentioned what happened, or almost happened, between us that one night, or about his feelings he said that he had for me. I was so frustrated with him that Friday night I returned to that same gay club. I met Hector, a really hot Mexican, and went with him to his apartment. The sex was a little rough but I liked it, probably because while he was fucking me my mind was focused on it being Josh tenderly making love to me. Hector was a bit odd. He kept asking about how much I liked his big brown cock in my tight white ass. Guess he was into white boys. Hell, it was lots more satisfying than jerking off in my bed alone.

Late Sunday night Josh called me and asked if he could come over. I said "Sure. When?", and he said "Now." "Hey, it's late and I have to go to work tomorrow, can't it wait?" "No" Josh replied, "It's important", so I said fine. I was working on a report for a client, still in my tight white trunks and T-shirt, when Josh knocked. When I let him in I noticed him briefly staring at my bulge and he gave me a silly little grin. "OK, what's so important?" I asked. He sat down, took a deep breath and told me that he had talked for a few hours with two guys from the Gay Mormon Support Center and that he had been thinking, thinking a lot. He said "I'm not sure, how can anyone be sure I guess, but for the very first time I believe that the feelings I have, sexual feelings, are not abnormal. That's just how I am, how I was born, and despite what the church says, it's not wrong. It's me and I think I'm OK with it. I hope so."

I sat down next to him. Our eyes met, he smiled broadly and kissed me. I didn't hesitate to eagerly return his kiss and in seconds we were embracing on the couch with his hand on my rapidly growing bulge. "Wait! Let's get comfortable" I suggested, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. "You know that's the first time I ever touched a guy's balls", then added, "Well, second time. I told you about the boy on the beach." Laughing, I told him that he didn't seem properly dressed for the occasion. "Too many clothes", I kidded. He quickly kicked of his flip-flops, pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts. I was very surprised to see him wearing a skimpy blue bikini which outlined his balls wonderfully but was obviously inadequate to completely contain his hardon which was sticking out over the top. "Hey Josh, no Mormon garments?", I teased. "Cut the crap. I bought these today. Like you just said, I need proper dress for the occasion", he retorted with a big smile.

We laid on the bed, kissing and touching each other passionately for awhile. Josh proceeded to slide down my trunks and caressed my balls and cock. He laid between my legs and took my cock in his mouth and started sucking vigorously. I pulled his head off my cock and told him, "Hold on, man. No teeth. Let me show you." We switched positions and I took his cute little bikini off. Josh was smooth with a nice thin trail from his navel down to his blond bush. His knob was wet with pre-cum which I licked. Remembering my first training session with Mike, I started on his balls, then slowly up the inside of his shaft. When my lips surrounded his cockhead and my tongue swirled around it he shivered and loudly moaned his approval. I slowly took all of his beautiful six inches into my mouth till my face was buried in his fuzzy pubes. I sucked and sucked and within a few minutes he shouted, "I gotta cum" and he pushed my head off and shot a huge load of juice on my face and neck. Josh was still breathing hard when I straddled his chest and began vigorously stroking my cock which was literally inches from his face. I was so excited I came quickly, spraying pulse after pulse of cum on his face and chest. Exhausted, we collapsed into each others arms. When our passion subsided Josh kissed me and told me that for the first time he felt really honest about himself and not guilty about who he was. When he said that I couldn't help but recall that I had the very same thoughts after my first time in bed with Mike. And that was not much more than a month before.
 
I always love a story about a religious conversion, particularly when it involves a total emersion baptism in cum, or as we call it a good facial. Thanks this is a fun thread to follow.
 
Well told - thanks for carrying on with this great story.
 
This is a great story. I hope there is more to cum! Thank you Todd.
 
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