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Making Me
Date: 12/27/2016, Categories: Anal First Time Gay Male, Author: riterman2, Source: xHamster
Making Me By Robert Reams© Les, my closest friend now that Mike has been killed in Iraq, sits quietly on the couch listening intently as I tell him my life story as a way to cement our blossoming. I tell him about growing up in an alcoholic f****y. About the stupid, life wrenching four years I have spent walloping pots and pans in the Air f***e, about my opposition to the war and how I have grown into it. About my buddy, John Cormier, who let me drive his 65 Mustang, but re-upped and died in the Nam when a mortar tore through the mess tent and landing in his soup pot! At last I recross my steps and tell him about Mike and me. How our friendship led to explorations in that scout tent so many years before. It is a thing most highly to be wished that I share this side of my personality with Les. If I fail to share this with him, I live a lie with him. And I rob him of the opportunity to show his love and trust by accepting me. Somehow I feel confident that he will accept me for who I am. So I tell him everything. How my relationship with Mike had grown far beyond experimentation. How our experiences had left me shaken, doubtful about my sexuality, but oh so excited. About how I believe I had "loved" Mike in a way that was very close to the love I had felt also for women. About how my grief for him is so very much deeper than that for a lost friend, for indeed he was my lover. And I tell him about Griff, my friend and almost lover from my Air f***e days, whom I came ...
... about two inches from fucking one summer night on a white gulf beach in 1963. There is a long pause as I stand over him, hoping his reaction will not be too harsh, that he will not think ill of me, will not cease to be my friend because of my "queer' feelings for Mike and Griff. Les rises, stands still for a moment, looks straight in my face, then leans forward and kisses my lips lightly. I stand in shock, not knowing what to feel, my face tingling where his coarse beard has touched. He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. I stand near the door, mute and paralyzed, my emotions in an uproar, watching as he lights several candles and turns on the steaming water. I feel like a virgin on her first date as Les begins slowly unbuttoning my shirt. My breath catches in my throat as my pants puddle at my feet. A huge lump forms at my solar plexus as he kneels to doff my shoes, his face inches from the monster, his breath hot on my thighs. I want to scream at him that I don't want this, that I am "not that way", but my voice won't work and my loins are afire. Hand gentle on my lower back, Les firmly guides me toward the steaming shower. "Get in", he says, "relax." The hot water on my neck and shoulders relieves the tension a bit. "I shouldn't go through with this," I keep telling myself, but I seem powerless to act. Several uncertain minutes pass before Les slides in behind me. I feel his stiffening manhood bobbing around behind me, between my ...