Saturday, May 30, 2009

My Life -- Part Two: Eddie

I met Eddie Romano in my sophomore year through a mutual friend, Joey. Joey and I had gone to elementary school together for a couple of years at Holy Child School until his family moved and took him out of the school. They later moved back to the area but I didn’t meet him again until the first day of sophomore year in a gym class. Towards the end of the school year, Joey introduced me to Eddie and the three of us started hanging out all the time.

That summer we would often going swimming in Joey’s pool to cool off. We three were sometimes joined by other friends of Joey’s and every now and again we did what lots of teenaged boys do, we skinny-dipped. There was nothing sexual about it at the time, just boys being boys, but I had to work very hard at not getting hard around Joey and Eddie when we were naked together. I knew I liked guys, but Joey? Not a chance; he was way too into girls. And Eddie didn’t seem all that interested either. If only I had known then, I might have done something sooner. As it turns out, nothing happened between me and Eddie for more than half a year.

Gran had decided that I was much too old for the second-hand child’s room furniture I had been using since I started living with her after my Dad ran off and my Mom decided to drink herself to a slow death. Since I was going to be seventeen at the end of the summer, Gran decided to give me an early birthday present, new bedroom furniture. But there was a catch -- I would have to clear out the room and paint it.

Not a problem. The day before I was to paint to make the room ready for my new furniture, I cleared out everything with the exception of my bed, night stand and bedside lamp. I had asked a couple of buddies to help me paint my room, but only one was able to, Eddie. That day, a Saturday, he arrived a little after ten in the morning. I can remember what he looked like as clearly as if it were yesterday -- black Nikes that had seen better days, faded jeans with a hole at the left knee, a faded red, white and blue striped tee-shirt and a Yankee baseball cap. His unruly and very curly black hair fell to nearly his shoulders and the mustache on his upper lip was whisper thin. He smiled a toothy, sexy smile and came in. After saying hello to my Gran, Eddie and I went up to my room to work. A couple of hours in, Gran called us down for lunch. She made sure we ate well; she had remarked that Eddie seemed rather thin, and twenty minutes later we were back in my room, painting. The temperature outside had reached the high eighties and there was hardly any breeze; my room was stifling. Both Eddie and I were sweaty so we both took off our shirts. It only took another hour or so and when we were done, we were tired and splattered with paint. Eddied took a seat on my bed and I went into the bathroom to wash the brushes and roller out.

I left the cleaned brushes and roller to dry a bit by the sink and went back to my room were Eddie waited.

“You got a nice sized room,” he said. “Big enough for two.”

“Not with all the stuff I have coming in here.”

“What I wouldn’t give for a room of my own. I have to share with three brothers. No privacy at all.”

“What’s it like, having brothers?”

“Most of the time it’s not so bad, but once in a while they just get on your nerves.”

We sat there, on my bed, in silence for a few seconds.

“It’s quiet,” Eddie said.

“Gran must have gone out. Shopping, I guess.” I was sweating harder and my heart was pumping loudly in my ears. This would be the perfect opportunity to make a move, but I still had reservations because of what had happened with Mike a couple of weeks earlier.

“Have you ever thought about fooling around with a guy?” Eddie asked out of the blue as if reading my mind. What had he noticed?

“Once or twice,” I admitted.

“Well, you wanna? Nobody’s gonna know if we do it.” He put his hand on my thigh and gave a little squeeze. “Whadaya say? It’ll be fun.”

I licked my dry lips and swallowed. “Sure.”

By silent consent we both stood. I had been around other guys who had been half dressed or totally naked in the locker room after gym, but this was different. It was like I was looking at Eddie for the first time. He was an inch or two taller than me, and stocky. And while he had this mop of dark, curly hair on his head, there was even more fanning across his chest and down his stomach until it disappeared inside his jeans. On the other hand, I only have a light dusting across my chest and down my abs.

We slowly undressed -- shoes first then jeans, tossing them carelessly aside. Before we went any further, I went to the door and, on the off chance Gran wasn’t out, closed and locked it. Then off came our underwear. We were naked except for our socks.

I reached for his cock and he reached for mine. I can’t really describe what it felt like to hold another guy’s cock in my hand; it felt so different from my own cock in my hands when I jerk off -- sort of rubbery and warm.

Eddie sank to his knees facing my cock. I maneuvered to the bed, sat and opened my legs as much as I could, giving him room to play. By this time I was already rock hard. He wrapped his hand around the shaft of my cock and slid it up and down a few times before opening his mouth and tickling me with his tongue. Then he started to lick my cock and my balls as his hands found their way to my chest. He sucked my balls and played with my tits. I was in heaven, or thought I was. Then he wrapped his lips around my cock and started sucking! It felt so good! I moaned and groaned and bucked my hips, trying to push my dick further down his willing throat. But after a few seconds, I knew I had to stop or I would cum and I didn’t want to cum so soon. I pushed him off me and slid off the bed onto the floor where I could get at his cock.

Eddie’s cock still had its foreskin. While I had seen one or two in the lockerroom showers, I had never really seen one up close and personal. I was fascinated by it and played with it a little. Soon enough his hard cock demanded more than just my hand and I took his musky cock into my mouth and began sucking.

There we were on the floor of my room sucking each other like you see in any porn flick. We must have been going at for nearly twenty minutes, just sucking cock, licking balls, fingering ass when Eddie stopped, pulled out of my mouth and got on all fours.

“Fuck me,” he said, looking over his shoulder at me. “Fuck me now. I want your cock in me.”

I didn’t need any further convincing. I got on my knees, and aimed my cock at his waiting hole. It slipped in without much effort and I began humping him like a randy dog in heat. After only a few minutes, I pulled out and stood.

“Get on my bed,” I told him.

He quickly did what I said and lay on his back, putting his legs up automatically. I started fucking him again, humping him deep and hard. Sweat was dripping down my face, chest and back. It wasn’t long before I came, I was that close. I grabbed his hips and pulled him as close to me as I could, burying my cock deep in him. Then I lost it and my cock exploded in him. As I came, Eddie started to cum.

After I pulled out of Eddie’s ass, I climbed onto the bed next to him, fully expecting Eddie to want to fuck me. But he didn’t.

“That was great man,” he said. “I haven’t been fucked like that in weeks.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know?” he asked, fingering my left tit.

I shook my head.

“You were a virgin?”

I nodded mutely, too shocked to say anything.

“Sweet!” he whispered to himself. Then he turned to me and kissed me, the taste of my own cock still on his lips.

A few minutes later, we went into the bathroom and showered together, each of us getting to lather up the other. And although nothing more happened that day beside a little soapy hand fun, we had loads of fun other times over the next year until Eddie moved off to college in Florida.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Hot Guys

I'm trying to figure out how to download video clips of guys I think are hot. In the meantime, I'll offer these delightfully hot guys.






Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Monday, May 25, 2009

Memorial Day

Let us take the time to remember those men and women who died for our freedoms.



The Korean War Veterans Memorial in Washington DC.



Part of The Vietnam War Veterans Memorial in Washington DC.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

My Life -- Part One

In my first post I mentioned my Dad running out on Mom and me when I was seven. I thought I would take the time to fill you in a little on my background.

My dear ol' Dad is Irish and German, but his family has been here in the States since the time of the Civil War. He was the third child of five and the eldest son. My father and both of his brothers served in the military, but only he came out alive, if you want to call it that. He had addiction problems and suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or Syndrome or whatever the hell they're calling it these days. Like I said in yesterday's post, he ran out on me and my Mom when I was little. The less said about the sod, the better.

Mom’s Italian-American and was Dad's high school sweetheart. Her folks came to New York sometime around 1890 or little before, Gran’s a little fuzzy on the details, and settled in Brooklyn.

Both Mom and Dad were a little too young for the '60s counter-culture scene but were right there for the sex-drugs-and-alcohol-induced haze of the disco '70s. They were there in Studio 54 quite a few times and in her more lucid moments, Mom told me stories about that place, which if half were true, would make for some interesting footnotes in the biographies of quite a few famous people.

I was born in Jamaica, Queens in August of 1985 where my parents had moved after they married, and spent the first few years of life being an adorable little guy. I was my parent's only child and, later when I was in school, would sometimes wonder what it would have been like to have a brother or sister since. I had to content myself with my rarely-seen cousins for that. I did much better with friends.

Despite my parents fucking up their own lives, I guess they did right by me as much as they could. Granted, I often wished I could have had a perfect family -- you know, house in the country, lots of money, parents who were sober and not high all the time -- but they did what they could. I have come to terms with my crappy childhood.

After Gran took me in it took years to undo the damage the ‘rents had done to me, but with Gran’s love and patience, I made it. I was not a stellar student by any means until mid-way through High School, then it was bust my hump to graduate on time. Math was always a problem for me, so Gran got me a tutor. Mike was a Senior when I was a Junior. He was suggested to Gran by the head of the Math Department as a way of getting my grades up. I already knew Mike. He was on the basketball and swim teams and he had been in my Spanish 3 class.

Now, this was at about the time Gran helped me admit to myself that I was much more into guys than girls. Since I knew Mike, I liked him, he may have been a jock, but he wasn’t stuck up, he was one of the guys. Besides, I had my sights on a member of the baseball team. I can’t remember his name, Steve something, but I sure do remember the curve of his ass in that uniform! Talk about bubble butt!

Anyway, Mike came over Gran’s house twice a week every week thereafter and we worked on my math. Two weeks into those tutoring sessions I got my first passing grade on a math test! That test hung on the refrigerator for the rest of the semester as a reminder of what I could do. Mike continued to work with me and by April I didn’t need his help anymore, but he still came over, always after practice smelling of sweat. My dick often got hard sitting there next to him. That’s when I made a major mistake in judgment. I told Mike how I felt. His response: “You’re a fucking faggot?” I never felt so low. He said I was lucky he didn’t beat the crap out of me for wanting to suck his cock and make him a faggot too. Then he said he wouldn’t say anything to anyone ‘cause it would hurt his reputation. That’s when he left and I never saw him again outside of school. A couple of months later he graduated and was gone for good.

The whole Mike experience taught me I needed to be careful who I came out to. Thank heaven I didn’t pay attention to that lesson when it came to Eddie.

More about him next time.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Welcome

It's my first post.
What is sure to follow will be a rambling through my disorganized, somewhat sex-crazed and horny gay thoughts on everything from my relationships and sexcapades to some of my original erotic fiction.
 
First, a little about me. My name is Garth. I am currently single, but attached to my two best friends and fuck buddies, Ian and Billy. I live at home with my 81-year old gran, whom I love. Both my 'rents are out of the picture. My dad skipped out on us when I was seven, so it wasn't the happiest of childhoods. Dad skipping out caused Mom to drink and drink she did. Most of the time she drank until she just pass out on the couch. But on occasion she was so blitzed out of her mind she would talk to the lamp as if it were my dad. Pathetic, eh? Around the time I was ten I had skipped so many days of school that Child Services had to be called in. If it weren't for Gran taking me in, I would have been bounced from foster home to foster home. I love that old lady. She straightened me out real good with love and the occasional whoopin'.
Sometime around the beginning of High School I realized I wasn't that into girls. Now Gran had seen quite a bit in her years, she was even a chorus girl at one time so she knew something about boys and girls and she was actually the one who told me why I wasn't that into girls. Bless her heart, I guess it was hanging out with all those dancer fellas that she recognized in me what I had just begun to question about myself. And even though she was very open-minded about it all, it confused the fuck out of me for a long time. It wasn't until Junior year that I actually lost my virginity with a friend named Eddie. Maybe I'll tell you all about it someday.
 
I like to travel. Visiting other places is a blast, especially hooking up with some of the local guys. They know all the hottest places and when you have sex, no one expects a long-term commitment. It's just fuck and suck, take a shower, dress and on to the next guy.
 
I am a voracious reader. It started with comics (of course) and now I read just about anything I get my hands on. I am currently reading Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott, first published in 1819. I only started it the other day, and at first it felt like I was reading something for a college lit class, but I'm getting into it.
 
I also enjoy my fair share of porn. Watching all those hot men gets me all hot and horny. Here's a pic of one of my favorite porn stars, Colt man, Carl Hardwick.

I love the movies. The last non-porn thing I saw was Star Trek. That Chris Pine reminds me of Micheal C. Hall, the guy on Dexter who plays a Serial Killer who kills killers. Great show.



Speaking of Dexter, I don't have Showtime, but I saw season one when it was on CBS a couple of years ago during the writer's strike. I read the first three books by Jeff Lindsey and am waiting the forth book.
 
When I'm not working, reading or watching movies, I love hanging out with my friends. Of course, I love having sex, too. Especially hot, sweaty sex with my friends.
So, until next time, it's been fun.