started jetting out of his cock! Oh, he shot, and shot, and shot, until I was certain I’d drained him completely. But then he seemed to get a second wind and he was shooting some more of that heavenly stuff into my ass! It went on forever, it seemed, and all the while he was grunting and sobbing and carrying on. You’d have thought he was undergoing the Chinese water torture! ‘I’d,have been concerned about him except that I could feel his cock leaping about and spurting out hot, come and I knew that he was feeling pleasure, not pain.
“‘I’ve never, had an ass as good as that!” he cried out when at last he’d finished coming and he’d pulled his cock from my ass. “I’ve laid some sweet men in my time, but that was the greatest ever!”
“Let me tell you, I never heard anything from Ellen which was a tenth as welcome as those words I heard from Gerald the first time he fucked me in the ass. And I never felt anything in my entire life that was nearly as exciting and satisfying; all at the same time, as when I felt his big stud-horse prick begin shooting come up my ass. Feeling him come, listening to him, having him in me, was simply the best thing that bad ever happened to me. At last, I felt from the bottom of my heart that I’d really given sexual pleasure to someone else. I felt this pleasure and satisfaction so strongly that it was almost incidental when I began to get my own come.
“Yes, Gerald was still jacking me off as fast as he could and my prick was responding with a tremendous climax. The sperm shot up between us, squirting up onto his chest and shooting all over mine until we were both bathed in the stuff. I’d never before been really fond of feeling the hot, sticky stuff on my own body but now, once he was doing, it to me and I was enclosing all his tremendous, lovely cock in my ass, I hadn’t mind it a bit. I just laid there and shot off all over both of us.
‘Lovely come! Beautiful, hot, sticky, thick come!” he breathed, looking down to see what he had brought about. “What a shoot! Freddie, when I get off you I’m going to lick every drop of that delicious come off your chest and belly.’ “Fortunately Gerald isn’t one of those guys that detests the sight and feel of sperm. There are some men that way, you know.-They’re just really hot to have you suck them off, or maybe to fuck you in the ass, but as soon as they pop their nuts they’re through with you. It’s almost as if they were ashamed of having gone so far. You couldn’t get one of those fellows to suck you or to let you fuck them in the ass for anything in the world. Gerald’s different. He’s simply a total sexual being and he’s ready for just about anything that’s sexual, when he’s ‘in the mood. Anything I can suggest, he’s ready for it.
“I’ve tried fucking him in the ass a couple of times. It’s all right, I suppose, but I only did it because he insisted that I try it. For me, the supreme pleasure is having him inside me. I suppose I’ve got an essentially feminine point of view. Certainly I’d much rather play the woman’s part when we get down to sex play. Sometimes Gerald’s in the mood for a blow job and of course I’m always only too happy to honor his wishes in that respect! Mostly, though, we just keep on with what has already worked so well for us-him packing’ my ass with his mammoth cock. That’s still the best solution I’ve found for handling the sexual drive and it’s one that I’ll always love.
“There’s only one drawback to anal sexuality, as far as I can tell, and that’s the soreness. Yes, even now, after he’s been up my butt for who knows how many times, I’m still pretty sore the morning after. That isn’t such a great problem, fortunately, because the soreness is almost always gone by the next evening. And since Gerald’s sex drive has diminished somewhat, he very rarely wants me in the morning, after we’ve’ made love the night before. If he’s exceptionally horny I usually give him a blow job and he’s satisfied with that.
I’d gladly lie there and let him wallop the prick to me again in the ass, but he knows how sore I am, so he never suggests doing it that way. He’s so considerate and thoughtful! “Mostly we do it the way he did it to me that first time around-you know, with me on my back and him lying over me. That’s the most satisfying way that I know of, since it allows us to see’ each other, to catch all the fleeting expressions of love and joy as they pulse through our bodies. Occasionally he’ll have me kneel and he’ll come into me from the rear, reaching around so he can jack me off. That’s not bad but most of the time I like it better when we’re face to face.
“I think one of the reasons we get along so well is that neither of us is really dedicated to the ideal of faithfulness. I mean, if Gerald sees a likely piece of ass, he’ll take it if he’s in the mood and it’s the same with me. We mainly keep it for each other but we’re not dominated by the idea, you understand. Occasionally we’ll get together with another friend or two and things will get a little more complex.
“Just last week, for example, we had this very nice young man in for dinner and we had a little party afterwards, just the three of us. He was only twenty or so and extremely virile. I sucked him off a couple of times while Gerald watched. He’s something of a voyeur, Gerald is! Once we’d performed enough to get Gerald’s cock as stiff as it could ‘be, he mounted me from the rear. Teddy, the other fellow, lay on his back with me over him so that we could eat each other as Gerald fucked his big tool ‘into my asshole. It turned out that Teddy had a sensitive ass too and so I finger-fucked his ass while I was going down on him. He ate me at the same time and we were all creaming together after a while. That was an incredibly erotic evening for all of us. I must have come three times at least and Gerald was simply incredible. He stayed in my ass for I don’t know how long, just fucking away like a mad boar, and after he’d shot me full of come, Teddy persuaded him to have another round. That time he got on Teddy and shoved it up his ass! I was so exhausted and weak from the climaxes I’d already had that I couldn’t move at all, so I just lay there and watched them go at it. Altogether it was a very satisfying evening’ and it’s one that I’ll remember for a long time.”
Homosexual marriages, whether formal or informal, are not noted for their longevity. As Dr. David Reuben remarks, male homosexuals who stay together for extended periods “are mighty rare birds among the homosexual flock… Live together? Yes. Happily? Hardly. The other part of these ‘marriages’ that doesn’t fit in with happiness is that the principals never stop cruising. They may set up housekeeping together, but the parade of penises usually continues unabated. Only this time, jealousy, threats, tantrums, and mutual betrayal are thrown in for good measure. Mercifully for both of them, the life expectancy of their relationship together is brief.” (Reuben, Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex, p. 143.) Freddie’s relationship with Gerald would appear to have a slightly better chance for lasting happiness than the average homosexual liaison. The main reason for offering this judgment is the readiness with which both of them gratify their wayward impulses and display no overt jealousy toward the other partner’s “cruising practices.” This willingness to accept occasional infidelity in the partner suggests a slightly higher level of maturity on their part and thus indicates a somewhat better chance for a continued sexual relationship.
Chapter Three
“Sure, I know all about that ‘all-American, Corn Flakes girl’ look. I’ve been hearing it all my life, I think. But you know what the funniest part of it all is? I wasn’t even in the country for nearly all the time I was growing up! What I mean is Mom and I moved out to Libya to be with Dad when I was four. From then until I was thirteen, we just moved with him from one job to another. All that time, except for some vacations, we were never in the United States! But still I’ve got this blonde hair, these blue eyes. Why, when I came back to the States to start in that boarding school, I even had pigtails and freckles! I can’t help coming on that way, but you’ll have to admit that it’s only skin deep underneath I’m quite a different person.
“Those camps where we spent most of our time weren’t really so bad. I mean, they weren’t nearly as bad as Mom let on. I think she did it mostly to be complaining and to give Dad a hard time. They didn’t fight or argue all that much but, every once in a while, they’d really let their hair down and let everything get out in the open. Sure, some of the camps were pretty primitive-most of them didn’t have running water and you were lucky if you had an enclosed place where you could take a crap. We stayed in a lot of places where you just had to hang your ass over a trench and let it go. But, I still don’t know why Mom complained so much about it all. She was always pretty big on camping and the outdoor life. Maybe she just wanted something to piss and moan about.
“Maybe she was just taking it out on him because he knocked her up again. See, they hadn’t originally intended to have any children at all and then they’d had me. That nearly ripped it for them. That’s when Mom went back to the States and she wouldn’t go back to Dad till I was almost four. Right after they got back together again,
