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Silver heat
Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: First Time Gay Male, Author: riterman2, Source: xHamster
... would you like to go sailing?" "Sailing?" "Yeah, listen, down at the marina I have a sloop, a thirty-two footer. I'm here to tell you, once you've been. . . out. . . there, clipping along at a good pace, climbing the waves with the spray breaking over your face, mastering the wind and the sky and the sea. I'm telling ya. There's nothing like it. Nothing!" His face glowed with the fervor of a lover. I was really getting into this man. I wondered if this level of intensity flavored his “romantic” endeavors. "But I don't know anything about sailing. I am not athletic or anything. Why? Why would you ask me? Can I ask you a very personal question?" "Sure Neal, in fact, I will promise you right now that I will always tell you the truth if you ask me anything." "Are you, uh... er... uh..you know," "Gay?" "Yeah, that." "Well Neal, I have made love in my time to both men and women and I am not sure I could tell you which I prefer. Each is a totally separate thing, whole and complete unto itself. And each and every person with whom I have made love, is a unique and precious individual. Are you?" "You mean unique and precious?" Laughing loudly, "No I already know that. I meant Are you Gay?" I was blushing so heavily that I could feel heat at the roots of my hair as I tried to describe the ambiguity of my current orientation. I was already telling this man more, opening more than I had ever opened ...
... myself to anyone. Dare I tell him that I was yet a virgin? "Uh, I don't know," I finally murmured. "You don't know if you are gay? How can that be?" "Well, if you're gonna be like that," I accused, jumping up and beginning to move away. He grabbed my arm at the elbow, preventing my escape. Despite my display of umbrage, I liked the feel of his strong hands restraining me, was momentarily taken aback. "Wait, wait! Don't go! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I wasn't making fun. It really was an honest question." I looked down at him, suffused with confusion and shame. Those eyes caught mine. Dark and deep, almost black. Like deep pits one could fall into and never return. "Stay! Please?" "Uh, er, uh, Okay," I stammered, sitting, nearly falling back into my chair. Trying to look away. Finally looking down. "You needn't ever be afraid or ashamed to tell me anything. You can trust me completely. Do you believe me? Neal. Look at me. Do you believe me?" As he asked for my total trust, he had placed his hand on my naked forearm. The fine blond hairs stood up on my arms and on the back of my neck at the electricity of his touch. No one's touch had ever affected me in such a way. Who was this strange and compelling man who, 'made love to men and women', and asked for my total trust at our first meeting? I can't say, even now, what f***e drove me to surrender that trust, but I decided to do so. Whatever happened later, it was at ...