Out of the Closet - Inter-generation revelations

[Autolycus]

James finally admitted to himself that he was one hundred percent gay. It was a chance encounter at a party last evening that set the seal on his sexuality. His first actual sex with another man. Twenty years of age, he was spared the ordeal of coming out to his parents as they had both died in a traffic accident a little over a year ago. An only child he was alone in the world with no other living relatives that he knew of.

He had not really thought much about his sexual orientation although as a youngster he had lingered in the changing rooms at school fascinated by the sight of older boys who sported body hair and had firm muscular bodies unlike his own prepubescent softness. When he was given a part in a school play and allocated a costume to wear that the first startling sex thing happened. He took the costume home that Friday evening and tried it on. While he was posing in front of a mirror that he realized that the same outfit had been worn in a previous production by one of the seniors he particularly liked to see in the showers. This realisation caused him to get an erection.

Pulling down the costume pants and his underwear he took his pulsing penis in his hand and stroked it. New untried sensations ran through his body, and these swelled the more he played with his hard on. The surge of his first ever ejaculation shook him from head to toe and he was quick to clean up the sticky mess before his mom got home from work. Masturbation became a regular part of his daily life thereafter but always alone and in secret. He dared not discuss it with anybody and it was only when he saw another boy of his own age sporting a hard cock while at a scout camp that he was satisfied that he was not in any way abnormal.

In his late teen years, he escorted Mary Langholm to various functions, but their relationship was entirely platonic. She moved in to kiss him on more than one occasion, but he always managed to avoid her advances. He gave himself the excuse that her front teeth were slightly crooked and in any event her breath never seemed to be quite fresh. In truth he never ‘fancied her’ and he only went with her so as to appear to be keeping up with his classmates who were all ‘girl crazy’.

So last night’s party. He had been invited to the twenty-first birthday celebrations of Jack Swainson, a member of the amateur theatre group to which he belonged. Other members of the group were there, as were some folk he had never met before. In particular there was Lucas who was introduced to him as Jack’s cousin. James took an immediate shine to Lucas and both young men were completely at ease in one another’s company. As the evening drew on they talked and found they had many interests in common. It was when the party began to break up that Lucas invited James to come to his place so that they might continue their chat. James willingly agreed and followed Lucas down to the car park.

It was only a short drive to the condo where Lucas was the proud tenant of a third-floor apartment in the modern building. ‘I’ve only lived here for three months,’ Lucas explained as he led James into a sparsely furnished living room. ‘I am slowly buying stuff; so far I have made the bedroom good and equipped the kitchen. As I tend to watch TV in bed, this room is not my number one priority.’ James was able to take in the whole of the furnishings at a single glance as there was merely a shabby looking couch and a well-worn rug on the floor in front of it. Both items must have seen better days maybe two decades or more ago. Lucas caught James’ look of disgust and laughed. ‘What did I tell you, my bedroom is the place to be,’ he said. ‘This way.’

James stood in the doorway to the room and was taken aback by the contrast with the dowdy living room. Just as Lucas had said, this room had received his undivided attention. The king-sized bed dominated the space, while other furnishings and fitted wardrobes completed the picture. A large mirror had been put on the ceiling and the walls were adorned with quality framed photographs of naked men in a variety of lusty poses. As he admired the setup, James had moved into the room and then watched Lucas as he slowly stripped down to a pair of Andrew Christian briefs with a cut out rear. With his butt cheeks thus exposed Lucas was a good match for the hunks that adorned his bedroom walls.

‘Are you a top or a bottom?’ Lucas asked James who stood open mouthed gaping at the sexy guy before him. ‘Err… Hard to say as I am very much a virgin when it comes to sex,’ the wide-eyed James replied. ‘You mean you have never had a man before?’ Lucas exclaimed. ‘I haven’t had a woman either, come to that,’ James replied blushing.

‘Then it will be my privilege to initiate you into the finer aspects of man-on-man sex. For starters get those clothes off and we’ll share a shower as I prepare you for the time of your life,’ Lucas said with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

[To be continued]

 

[bs29697]

Re: Out of the Closet

Great opening chapter Autolycus. Hope there will be many more to this story.

Brian

 

[Autolycus]

Re: Out of the Closet

Chapter Two - a Strange Assignment

Next morning James sat at his desk, his thoughts on anything other than work. His boss, always the last to arrive at the office walked past his desk and looking down at him said “Good morning James, you look as though you have lost a dollar and found a dime!’ Without waiting for a response, he walked into his private office and slammed the door shut. Known for his sarcasm and homophobia, James was glad that his boss could not read minds. James’ thoughts were entirely on what had transpired last night.

Played out like a movie in his mind was the recollection of the new and untried sensations to which he had been subjected. Lucas was adept at so many things that were new to James and which he longed to try out again. It had kicked off with the shower they took together. It reminded James of the many times he had ogled the bodies of seniors in the showers at school and how he longed to touch them. Lucas allowed him to do just that and is it was weird to hold a cock in his hand that was not his own. Just as Lucas jerked on James’ cock. James realised that when he masturbated his feelings were not merely in his cock but also his hand. In the shower as they jerked each other’s cock it was quite different both for his hard-on and his hand.

Lucas, referring back to his ‘top or bottom’ question taught James how to clean out his butt and having never used a douche before James resolved to buy himself one without delay. Who could guess that a douche enhanced dump could feel so very satisfying?

It was at this point that James’ reverie was interrupted by the telephone. The next five to ten minutes were spent dealing with a query from a client. The call ended he was able to get back to recalling how Lucas had taken him to bed and sucked his cock. Afraid that he might cum on Lucas’ mouth he called a halt. Then following the technique that Lucas had used he returned the favour. Lucas was not one for calling a halt and James eventually discovered what it was like to have a load spray his tonsils.

That dammed phone again. This time it was an internal call. The boss wanted to see him in his office.
‘Sit down James. Remind me, how long have you worked here now?’

‘Two and a half years, more or less, sir’ James replied.

‘Hmm. You seem quick to learn and accurate in what you do and so a very satisfactory employee. However, what I am going to ask of you is a very personal favour and one that I do not want you to talk about.’ James shuddered, was his boss coming on to him, he wondered while dreading the thought.

‘My son Peter is probably a couple of years younger than you and is about to complete his education before going on to university. Last night he dropped something of a bombshell. The stupid boy told his mother that he thought he was gay. Now I can’t have him starting at university with that kind of an idea in his head as all manner of things could happen. What I am asking you is if you would kindly spend some time with him and show him what it means to be a straight, normal, non-gay kind of guy.’

James was dumbfounded. This was like asking the lunatics to run the asylum, but he could not tell the boss he was gay himself as that was sure to lead to immediate dismissal. He may not think much of his boss, but he liked the job, the money was good. Also, what he was being asked to do could well lead to promotion and even better money.

‘Err… I am flattered, sir but do you really think that it is something that I should be doing. I, err… am not a qualified counsellor or anything like that.’

‘Why else did I ask you, of course I think you could do what I ask. He won’t listen to me, but you could be some kind of role model. Come for dinner tonight and I’ll introduce you and you can take it from there.’ Unfortunately, for James he did not have any plans for that evening that he could use an excuse to cry off from such a scatter-brained proposal, so he accepted the invitation and returned to his desk.

All to soon the dreaded time arrived when he had to knock on the boss’s front door and meet what could almost be classed as his Nemesis. Mrs Boss was a bird-like fussy little woman, such a contrast to her robust domineering husband. Peter turned out to be refreshingly different from both his parents. A very presentable, good-looking dusty blond with engaging blue eyes that seemed to peer into to James’ soul. Did he suspect the truth, James wondered? The meal went well considering the pressure James felt himself under and as the last morsel was consumed Mr Boss suggested that Peter take James up to his room where they could talk.

‘So, you are my guru who is going to straighten me out,’ Peter said once they were alone. He had said little during the meal and James had not got the measure of him, apart from the fact that he found him so attractive. Peter was not effeminate and like himself, James did not think that he would immediately register as being gay. He detested the phrase ‘straight acting’ but one’s sexuality needs not be written on one’s forehead. James had been thinking hard about this moment and had decided that honesty was the best policy even if it meant risking his job prospects.

‘I have a confession to make,’ he began. ‘I am here under false pretences. Fearing that your father would sack me if I refused and told him that I too am gay made me accept this crazy assignment.’

Peter’s face lit up with a smile that would have charmed the birds out of the trees. ’Oh my God!’ he exclaimed. ‘You mean to say that my homophobic parent actually employs a gay man without knowing it. I am so pleased to hear that, serve the old misery right!’

‘So,’ said James, ‘where do we go from here?’
‘Neither of us wants to go straight, I guess,’ Peter said. ‘Let’s keep up the subterfuge, I’ll pretend to be going straight under your tutelage and your position in the office will be secure. Tell me about yourself.’ Seeing no alternative, James embarked upon brief description of his first truly gay experience of the previous night. It was when he got the point where he described how Lucas had introduced him to anal sex that Peter began to ask all manner of questions as to how it felt, was it better to ‘give than receive’. ‘How come you have so many questions?’ James asked.

‘It’s funny in a sad kind of way,’ Peter replied. ‘Like you I have so far satisfied my urges by being a voyeur with one exception. A boy I knew in grade school went out on our bikes together one day and we ended up on a disused farm. He took me, or should I say lured me, into a run-down barn where he immediately pulled down his shorts and boxers to show me his pimpled, white moon of a butt. It was not a pretty sight. Whether he expected me to follow his example and show him my butt or make some gesture or comment, I do not know. I just remember grabbing my bike and riding home without him. I have had limited access to gay porn on the web and know that butts can look good. In those videos guys seem to do all manner of things without any prior preparation. You have been able to set my mind at ease with your description of what you did with this guy Lucas. I would love to meet him.’

There was a knock at the door and Peter’s mother popped her head into the room. ‘You boys have been chatting for quite a while, maybe James wishes to go home now. Why not exchange cell numbers so you can meet up again another time.’

The two newly established friends exchanged grins as well as numbers and taking Mrs Boss’s advice James said his goodnights and headed home, his head filled with more questions than answers over this odd meeting. What he did know was that he wanted to spend more time with Peter, and yet there was still that urge to meet Lucas again. What if they could all get together……. That would be something to remember!

 

[Autolycus]

Re: Out of the Closet

James lay on his bed enjoying a slow pleasurable hand job. His cell phone on the adjacent nightstand rang. In two minds whether to answer it or just let it ring out to voice mail, with reluctance he left off playing with his cock and picked it up. ‘Hi! James here,’ he said.

‘It’s Peter, what’s up?’

‘Nothing I dare to talk about,’ James answered. ‘How are you this morning. still going straight?’ he added with a grin.

‘That’s what I want to talk to you about. We’ve got a cabin up by the lake and dad said we could use it at the weekend to continue your powers of persuasion to get me to give up my gay urges.’ Peter explained.

‘That sounds good to me, I have nothing planned. Will we have it all to ourselves?’

‘Sure. The place is very secluded with a private lakeside beach, a small sailboat and mom and dad are going to visit friends in Minneapolis, so there’s no chance of them barging in on us. Dad thought it best if I were with you rather than be left to my own devices as I could be tempted to go astray.’

‘I’m happy to have the opportunity to keep you on the straight and narrow path, do I need to bring any supplies?’ James asked.

‘There’s a well-stocked freezer up there. A few beers would not go amiss, I can pack some other things. What say you pick me up from home at nine-thirty or so on Saturday morning. It will only take an hour to get there, and we can come back early on Monday morning, if that’s OK with you.’

‘Great! See ya on Saturday then,’ James replied. Peter rang off and James looked for a tissue to mop up the pre-cum that was trickling down his leg. Having lost the urge to continue his morning wank, he went into the bathroom for a shower instead.

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Saturday dawned warm and fair and having picked up Peter at the appointed time, they were on their way to the cabin. ‘Has your family had this place long?’ James asked.

‘Oh, it’s been in the family for ages. My grandfather bought the site and had the cabin built; it was luxurious in its day but somewhat dated now but still OK for weekends in the summer. It’s secluded and an old guy who has a similar plot further along the lakeshore keeps an eye on it for us. Dad always seems to be a bit in awe of him, for some reason as though Jeff, that’s the old man, has some kind of hold over him.’

‘Is he likely to be a problem – you know about the secret we have between us?’ James asked.

‘No, we probably won’t even see him. If he does appear, I can handle him,’ Peter replied.

Just as Peter had predicted, the trip took just on an hour and they quickly set about opening up the cabin, taking down the shutters and letting fresh air into the building. ‘Fancy a swim before we have lunch?’ Peter asked. ‘Sure,’ James replied, I’ll unpack my swim-shorts.’

Peter laughed, ‘Don’t bother; as I said this place is secluded, we can skinny dip and lay out on the deck to dry off in the sun.’

The pair stripped off and ran down to the water’s edge where there was a small dock with a diving board. Peter was quick to take the plunge and called out to James to join him, ‘Come on the water’s fine!’ he said. ‘Race you to that marker bouy out there,’ he added and set off with a strong overarm stroke. James was no slouch when it came to swimming having been on the school swim-team and they arrived at the bouy almost simultaneously. This was the first time that the pair had been naked together, as at their first meeting they had merely talked. Being blond, Peter’s body appeared almost hairless but as the hot the shore the sun glinted on the water droplets clinging to his pubes and fine hairs on his arms and legs giving him an ethereal look.

James, on the other hand had dark hair and he sported a splendid treasure trail from chest to pubes. They lay downside by side breathing hard from their exertions in the water enjoying the warmth of the sun as it dried their skin. They were both dozing off when they heard a voice call out, ‘Hey, what are you young varmints doing there?’

AS one they sat up and looked for the source of the interruption to their rest. A small rowboat pulled up to the dock and after tying it up, an elderly man approached them. ‘Hey, it’s me Peter, don’t’ you recognise me?, Peter called out.

‘Why so it is, and don’t you look like your dad when he was your age!’ Jeff said.

‘You know dad when he was young?’ Peter asked as the two young men grabbed towels to cover their nakedness.

‘You don’t need to cover yourselves on my account. Your dad used to have plenty of naked friends swimming here in the old days.’ Jeff laughed at their obvious embarrassment.

‘You mean girls?’ Peter asked.

‘Lord no! In those days Leon was very much into guys and if I were to describe some of their sexual antics it would make your hair curl’. Jeff continued.

‘I can’t believe that; dad is such a homophobe.’ Peter said.

‘Well, that must be due to what your granddad did when he discovered just what was going on here.’ Jeff said as he sat down on the deck beside them. ‘The old man was a strict member of his church and he sent young Leon off to a place upstate where the conducted what is called conversion therapy. I don’t know what went on at that place, but rumour has it that there were beatings, electric shock treatments and all manner of ways to drive out the evil that was the root of homosexuality. Whatever went on there, Leon came back a changed man. He dedicated himself to the family business, married your mom and you were born.’

Peter was speechless after hearing this explanation and James put an arm around his shoulder to comfort him. ‘I’ll leave you boys to enjoy the sun, just make sure your dad doesn’t catch you doing anything I wouldn’t do!’ Jeff said as he made his way back to his boat and pulled away from the shore and finally disappear from view.

‘Can you believe all that?’ James asked Peter. ‘It is hard to take in, but he has no reason to lie to us, has he?’

‘Your dad’s not likely to turn up is he?’

‘No, they have quite definitely gone away for the weekend,’ Peter replied. ‘Let’s go indoors, I am feeling vulnerable out here.’ He continued as he stood and wrapped his towel around his waist. They both walked into the cabin and sat on the couch in the large living room. James moved close to Peter and placed a comforting arm around his shoulder. ‘Your dad must have gone through hell at that place, no wonder he is as he is now. At least he has not decided to put you through such an ordeal; he must have his reasons. Meanwhile we may as well enjoy this weekend as we had planned and then see what the new week has in store when we get home.’
After a few moments of contemplation, Peter turned and looked into James’ eyes. ‘You are right. What the heel! We’ll make the most of our time together.’ He then kissed James firmly on the lips. Their arms encircling one another, they kissed deeper and more passionately, their hands pulling away the towels that had covered their nakedness to reveal growing erections. James, the more experienced of the two leant down and ran his tongue around Peter’s cockhead before taking it fully into is mouth. ‘Oh my God!’ Peter groaned, ‘I never knew I could feel this good.’

James continued to blow Peter until he said, ‘You’d better stop or I’ll cum in your mouth. Let me do it to you.’ James lay back on the couch and Peter took hold of his erection. Looking up at James for approval before bending over and cautiously taking the hard tool between his lips. James placed both hands on the back of Peter’s head and so took control of the speed in which the novice performed. What seemed like a lifetime but was only a few minutes, James said get on your hands and knees. Peter obliged wondering what to expect next. He let out a gasp as he felt James’ tongue brush his hole as his friend’s hands parted his butt cheeks.

‘Oh my God! That feels so good,’ Peter said, his voice matching the trembling he felt right through his body. ‘I want you inside me,’ he said. James had slicked Peter’s hole with gobs of saliva, and he opened him up with a probing finger. His further stretched Peter’s boy pussy with an additional finger before carefully lining up his cock for a final assault on the target. Then he was in. Peter was tight and the grip on James’ erection was electrifying as he partially withdrew and pushed back in again. Setting up a steady motion the air was filled with the slapping sound as his balls hit Peter’s butt together with the Peter’s groans of ecstasy. By this time James felt his erection grow harder and harder as though it were cast from finest steel. His climax was starting to build so he slowed down his thrusts to prolong the time before he shot his load.

Peter moved and together they dropped down so that they were laid on their sides, James still able to ram home his erection. Neither quite know how they achieved the next manoeuvre but with Peter on his back and James kneeling between his widespread legs, Peter jerked on his throbbing erection and shot a load all over his abdomen and chest. James pulled out and with seconds had added his own wad to the puddle surround Peter’s navel.

Both trembling from the climax of their coupling, the friends lay side by side on the bed, gasping for breath. After a few minutes, Peter put his arms around James and hugged him close, kissing him on the lips and saying, ‘Thank you for such an amazing experience.’ James smiled and said, ‘Next time you can do the honours and I will be the bottom, meanwhile I feel pretty exhausted but full of joy.’
Peter pulled the bedsheet over them, and they both dozed off as eh sticky mess they had created started to dry on their entwined bodies; a great reason for the shared shower that would follow. Their waking hours will be filled with thoughts of the new information to which they had been made privy about Peter’s dad.

 

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Those two chapters were great.

Peter and James learn a lot from Jeff about the father and boss respectively that they didn't know about how he was in his youth.

Brian

 

[Autolycus]

Re: Out of the Closet

Thanks for the comments, Brian. Feedback always appreciated. What those young men can do with that knowledge is the puzzle

 

[Autolycus]

Re: Out of the Closet

James was feeling very apprehensive when he arrived at the office at the start of a new week. He had had a wonderful few days with Peter, days in which they had both explored new and exciting things, learning on the way how to gain maximum pleasure from one another’s fit young bodies. Now, this morning could be crunch time. The boss was sure to want a progress report on his son’s ‘normalization’. What could he possibly say without lying about the whole weekend?

It was as he sat at his desk thinking along these lines when his desk phone rang. Picking it up he got the dreaded summons to the boss’s office. He rose from his seat and walked the short distance to knock on the door and hear the familiar shout of ‘COME!’. He entered and to his astonishment saw that Peter was seated in the front of his father’s desk on one of the two strategically placed visitor chairs. ‘Sit,’ the boss commanded. A nervous James did as he was told.

‘So, I take it that you both enjoyed your weekend together.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Peter and James replied in unison.

‘And did you happen to see anyone else during that time?’

The two young men exchanged glances and James stammered, ‘Yeee…s.’

‘I see,’ said the boss. ‘Can I assume that somebody was the old guy from the next property?’

This time it was Peter that replied hesitantly in the affirmative.

‘S….o, I assume by your way of answering my question, the old rogue had been spilling some beans. I’m not surprised. In fact, I was hoping he would turn up and have something to say to you, as it makes my position a little easier. James and Peter both expected the hammer blow to fall at this point. Instead, Leon smiled and said, ‘At last my secret is out. Doubtless he told you how my dad sent me on a conversion therapy course. A posh title for a form of torture that no human being should undergo. There is little doubt why so many men committed suicide after such an experience.

For me, I took the coward’s way out and gave my dad the impression that I had indeed been converted and was a straight as ever he wanted me to be. That meant I had to act out the role of a homophobic throughout his lifetime and the habit has stayed with me until this day.

I did not want Peter to go though such an ordeal but had to be sure that he was not mistaken about his own sexuality. Many people think that homosexual attraction is merely a phase, it might be for some, who knows? Tell me if I am wrong, but I think you are both certain that you are gay and content to be so?’

‘What made you think I was gay?’ James asked.

‘One of the benefits of being a fake homophobe is that I still have full use of my gaydar.’ Leon explained. There were times, when I was away on business trips that that skill came in very handy. The last thing I wanted to do was to approach the wrong guy and have my cover blown.

‘So, what now, Dad?’ Peter asked.

‘You are both free to do whatever you want, either stay in the closet or come out to the world. As for me, I am free of the yoke that my father placed on my shoulders, his religious friends and their ilk can go to hell so far as I am concerned. I’ve been a coward for all these years and regret it.’

‘What about Mom?’ Peter asked. ‘How is she going to take it?’

‘No problem, she has always known. We have been happy to make a home together. She did not want continual sexual demands from her husband, I was able to provide a stable home with a decent income and we have loved one another in our own special way. Unless you have any further questions, I suggest James goes back to his work and you Peter can prepare to go to university with my blessing. Oh, and one last thing. The cabin is at your disposal any time you want it.

 

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Re: Out of the Closet

WOW Autolycus The ending was unexpected. I loved reading your story and hope you write another story soon.


Brian

 

[Autolycus]

Re: Out of the Closet

Thanks again Brian.