The Talk

"Hello?" 

 "Mom?" Walt spoke into the phone. 

 "Hi, Walt. What's going on?" his Mother replied. 

 "I was wondering if I could drive down and see you today." 

 "Sure; I'd be happy to see you anytime. Nothing's wrong; is it?" 

 "No. No. Nothing wrong. I'll see you in a little while." 

 Walt, a 30 year old man with an athletic build, hung up the phone with a great 
deal of apprehension.

He dressed and hopped in his truck to drive the 70 miles to his Mother's house. 
The long drive would give him time to practice what he was going to tell her. 

 *** 

 Walt thought it best to just blurt it out; short and quick. Like ripping off a 
bandaid. 

 After arriving at his Mother's house he knocked and upon entering, made small 
talk for a few minutes. 
 

"I have something to tell you," he started. 

"What's wrong?" his Mother inquired. 

"No. It's just that I've met someone and we are talking about moving in 
together, but I wanted to talk to you about it before I did." 

"Well, these days living with a girl before marriage isn't that big of an issue. 
Your brother lived with his girlfriend for years before marriage. What's her 
name and when will I meet her?" 

"It's not a girlfriend," Walt stammered a bit. "It's a guy and his name is Ray." 

 Walt's Mother looked perplexed. "I don't understand. You're getting a roommate? 
Aren't you too old for a roommate?" 

"Not a roommate. Ray is my boyfriend. We've been dating a good while now and I 
love him." 

Walt's Mother didn't say anything and just looked more confused. 

Walt blurted 
out, "Mom, I'm gay." 

With those words, Walt's Mother stared to cry. "If your Father weren't already 
dead, this would have killed him." 

The cruel words slapped at Walt, but he continued. 
 
"This isn't something I can change. I've been seeing a psychiatrist for several 
years now and I've learned to accept this part of myself." 

"Where did you two meet?" 

"We met in a gay bar." 

A torrent of tears flowed from his Mother. 

Walt felt terrible and relieved all at 
the same time. 
 
"This doesn't make me any different and I don't want to hide this part of my 
life from you. I have to be honest with you. 

Walt continued, "Ray is a really good guy. You'll like him." 

"If you get AIDS, I want you to tell me," his Mother muttered. 

"I'm not sick. I've been tested. I'm healthy as a horse." 

His Mother had a surprised look on her face. 

"Is this your first?" 

"First?" 

"Relationship. Your first relationship?" she clarified. 

"No; not my first relationship. The first where I want to move in with a 
fellow." 

"This doesn't make sense. You've always had girlfriends. Girls always loved 
you." 

"I've had friends that were girls. There's a big difference," Walt replied 
patiently. 

"Look, this is new stuff for you. I've had years and years of therapy 
to sort this out. It's hitting you all at once." 

His Mother grabbed a tissue. 

"It will be alright." 
 
Walt went over and hugged his Mother as she continued to cry. 
 
"I love you. I just couldn't lie to you." Walt continued to hug her. 

"Is there anything else you want to know before I drive home?" 

"Don't tell the rest of the family," was all she said. 
 
"If that's what you want." 

 That was a promise that Walt wouldn't keep for long. Once that closet door 
swings open, it's hard to close it again.

It's been a while

I've posted 4 articles in 3 years. 

My bad! 

Seriously, I thought I had more time to write here but there never seems to be enough time. 

I've change jobs since starting this blog. People have left the new workplace leaving us short staffed with no plans to replace them. I just learned that my department is getting transferred to a new institution and going to be responsible for 2 divisions without an increase in staff. What fun! 

All this without an increase in pay since 2007. Are other companies screwing over employees like my company? I hope not. 

Anyway I hope to do better about the blog. If you have an idea that you'd like me to address, feel free to comment. I'll do what I can. 

Thanks for your patience 

Role Model

When I was a little kid, I thought I was different from other boys.



I didn't know exactly why I felt that way, but I did.



I was a sickly child so I stayed home a lot with my mother watching daytime TV. There was an early talk show that was hosted by Mike Douglas. On one of his shows, he had a guest who warned mothers not to baby their sons or they'd make them effeminate.



I didn't understand all the man said, but I knew he was talking about me. Warning mothers not to make sons like me.



Luckily, my mother was busy doing her house work and wasn't really paying attention to the TV show.



This was the mid-60's and there weren't a lot of gay role models back then. I'd watch Bewitched and hope to see Paul Lynde's character, Uncle Arthur.  Somehow, I thought I would be like him when I grew up.



I didn't particularly like Paul Lynde, but he was the only person I saw that I thought was similar to.



But Lynde was ok because he could do magic. Maybe, when I grew up, I'd do magic too.



I know, but I was very young.



But about that same time I saw Truman Capote flounce across the TV screen to promote a book. Truman appeared in a floppy hat that looked like one my mother wore on the rare occasions she went to church.



Even at that young age, I was repulsed by Truman. I didn't want to grow up to wear floppy hats and talk like him.



I would have given anything to have had a positive role model when I was a kid. The 70's were a little better.



I watched Match Game every chance I could. There I saw Charles Nelson Reilly who was so funny. Ascots aside, he was a great role model; biting wit and smart.



Now, I look back and wonder "what if there had been a gay athlete that I could have looked up to when I was a kid?"



I'm not bitter but so thankful kids have a greater variety of role models to look up to and emulate.

Beach Story

Michael got off work from the graveyard shift working as a dispatcher at an oil company. 7:00 AM and the sun was already warm on his skin as he walked to his rusty old Chevy Nova with two surfboards on the roof rack; the two gleaming boards worth more than the car that carried them.

He took the god awful third shift job so he could spend his days surfing on Wrightsville Beach. He’d nap a while on the beach then surf the rest of the day only to head back to his night shift job again at 11:00.

It wasn’t much of a life, but Michael needed time to sort out his career options. He recently graduated from college and had been accepted to grad school, but didn’t feel he could face more education right then.

It was 1978 and a down economy limited job prospects. Job opportunities didn’t look much better with a master’s degree; besides, he earned more than he could spend working the dispatcher job.  

His needs were simple: Zog’s Sex Wax for his boards, a couple of swim suits and a pile of t-shirts. He’d even started wearing the swim trunks to work. Hell, who cared? There was nobody in the plant to see him at night.

He parked at the north end of the island; grabbed a seven foot, soft rail board from the roof and started walking north along the beach. The board was perfect for the smallish, 4 to 6 foot, waves at Wrightsville and it was his favorite. After walking about half a mile, he headed into the dunes.

The dunes, covered with scrub brush and sea oats would make perfect cover while he slept; not that anyone ever ventured up this far. There would be an occasional jogger, but they’d stay down near the water line.

Michael stripped off his t-shirt revealing sun darkened skin that still had the smoothness of youth. At 5 foot 9 inches, he was under weight for his height. He had a surfer’s build; broad, muscular shoulders from paddling the board through waves but his body dropped off to a 29 inch waist from which he slid off his trunks.

He became aware of the wind off the ocean as it tickled the hairs on his scrotum. It felt really good to be free of the fabric of the swimsuit and he got semi-erect while watching the sun glint off the ocean. He muttered to himself, “this won’t do” thinking that he was going to be full mast very soon. At 21, it didn’t take much to make him hard.

He quickly surveyed the beach before lying down. “No one in sight” he thought. Soon, the warmth of the sun combined with the cool ocean breeze lulled Michael into a blissful sleep that lasted for hours.

***

Bill padded along the beach in obvious discomfort. He wasn’t a beach person, but two friends talked him into an excursion. His yellow board shorts made his pale skin look even paler. He was uncomfortable without a shirt since it showed off his soft belly; not fat, but not “in shape” especially compared to the surfers he saw all along the beach.

When he first got settled on his beach towel, he couldn’t help but stare at one surfer glistening with salt water, as he came on shore to add more wax to his board. Long brown hair fell in tangles down to his broad shoulders; pecs formed perfect rock hard muscle pairs on his chest; and Bill realized that he was getting an erection.

Bill needed a distraction. Not a very strong swimmer, he decided that best way to while away the time was to walk the beach. And walk he did; far from the crowds where his friends were sunning; all the way up to the north end of Wrightsville Beach.

It took him about 90 minutes of walking before he realized that he really needed to pee. He looked out at the rough breakers and considered peeing in the ocean, but the surf was too rough.” It’d be safer to head into the dunes,” he thought.

Bill slogged through the soft sand up to the dunes and was startled by the naked young man he found lying there.

“You ok?” he called out in surprise.

“What a dumb thing to say,” Bill thought, but it was too late.

Michael heard him and groggily began to move. “Sure… Sure… I’m fine… What time is it?” He didn’t seem particularly shy about being naked and didn’t try to cover himself; merely shielded the sun from his eyes as he tried to identify who was talking to him.

***

Before he knew what was happening, Michael realized that the man was kneeling beside him and touching his chest. Gently; softly a finger moved from near his left nipple to the center of his chest, then followed the thin hair down to his navel.

He looked up into the man’s eyes. The stranger’s face seemed lost in thought. Michael had no fear. The stranger’s gaze moved from Michael’s navel to his eyes. Eyes locked; breathing deepened and grew steady. Michael realized that he’s penis was rock hard and pulsed in rhythm to his heartbeat.

Bill’s hand continued its exploration, moving lower just to the beginning of Michael’s pubic hair. Bill looked down at Michael’s rock hard cock; then back in Michael’s eyes. Not seeing an objection, Bill lowered his head toward Michael’s groin; gently parting his lips and kissing the head of the object of his desire.

Michael’s hips rose involuntarily as he slid half the shaft into Bill’s mouth. A blue vein ran along the top of the shaft and Michael saw it disappear into the eager mouth of the stranger.

Bill relaxed his throat as he slowly tried to take in more of the cock. Feeling himself start to gag, he backed off a bit, but eagerly tried again swallowing more of the shaft with each stroke.

Bill felt Michael’s balls coming closer to his body; felt the tightness of the muscles; and knew he was about to shoot his load. Not wanting the experience to end so soon, Bill slowed his sucking. He grabbed Michael’s balls and gave them a tug toward the young man’s feet.

Michael moaned in surprise and delight as he lifted his head, raised his upper body to rest on his elbows and stared down at the head bobbing on his manhood. Bill glanced up and caught Michael’s eye once again. Bill let the cock slip from his mouth but kept his lips firmly closed around the head using his tongue to tickle it and lick up the salty pre-cum.

Michael caught his breath a bit and regained control. He knew that he was in the hands of a master who wouldn’t let him cum until the other man was good and ready. He felt his balls relaxing as they fell back between his legs. He was breathing hard as he let his head look toward the sky and his back relaxed back on the sand.

Bill once again had taken in the full shaft into his mouth, but wasn’t moving much. Instead, he alternated between sucking hard and relaxing. It was like a vacuum had hold of the cock and Michael once again thought he’d lose control.

Bill used his throat muscles to massage the head of the cock as he sucked harder and faster. Again he felt Michael’s balls moving closer. They touched the corner of his mouth and almost retreated into the young man’s body. Bill didn’t hesitate, but knew Michael was about to blow his load.

Michael involuntarily arched his back, lifted his hips to shove every inch of his cock into the eager mouth. His body tensed as his pelvic muscles spasmed as he shot cum in warm waves down the stranger’s throat.

Exhausted and out of breath Michael relaxed his body as his hips fell back to the sand; his cock already growing limp. Bill didn’t let go immediately, instead teasing the cock with a few more tugs; a few more sucks to get every last drop. Michael shivered as his already too sensitive head got its final, pleasurable torture.

Bill stood and gazed back down at Michael. Their eyes met a final time as Michael asked, “Who are you? Can I see you again?”

Bill smiled back then turned and plodded back down the beach from whence he came.