Two Guys Find Gay Love

You could say this is part two of my first story but can be read as a story of its own. Like I said, a lot of straight guys from my section of Brooklyn don’t have any problems with having a queer suck their cock. I found out, that I don’t have a problem with it either.  Unlike the straight guys in the neighborhood having my cock sucked by a queer was more than just another sexual option.  It was having sex with another guy that was more important to me.  I found out I was queer that day I put my cock in another guys mouth.   A lot of guys have a problem, once they figure out they’re on the cocksucker side of the equation.  I didn’t.  There was just something right about me having sex with another guy.  If I have a problem, it is the fact I just don’t want anyone to know. In my neighborhood once you were known as a queer everything changed, big time.The only smart move for a any guy in my neighborhood, who is queer, is to move away. Staying means you are pretty much a whore putting out for any guy that wants his cock sucked. Strange fucking culture but that is the way it is. Some guys like being whores, nothing wrong with that, but there are plenty of places where being a queer and/or a whore is fucking OK, like over in Manhattan or up in Boston on Beacon Hill. It was only a matter of time before I ‘m out of here. I sure as hell not going to be giving out blow jobs to the assholes around here.Amazing, that only onetime was all it took for me to know I liked having sex with other guys.  After that first time, when Kenny sucked my cock, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I felt. I was awake half the night, going over and over what had taken place. I got hard thinking about the look in Kenny’s isvecbahis eyes as he looked up at me with my cock in his mouth. The intensity of that look surprised me. Like he knew I wasn’t like the others, at the same moment I didn’t know I wasn’t like the others. What I felt at that moment was a heighten sense of sexual arousal, somehow I was pleased and relaxed with the idea of having sex with another guy. I liked it very much. It was more than just getting a blow job to me. After the sex we talked for awhile. I actually liked Kenny.We met the next day for an encore. This time I brought an old pillow for him to kneel on. Kenny enjoyed cock sucking and I didn’t want his kneeling on the cement floor to take away from his pleasure or mine. During first few weeks we would meet in the basement for sex, sometimes twice a day. Outside our basement rendezvous we pretended not to know each other. There was no reciprocation on my part in the beginning. Kenny didn’t seem to mind. Kenny understood what it took to give another man pleasure. He was an expert. His ability to use his hands, lips, tongue and mouth, way better than I have ever experienced. It surprised me when I recognized love in his eyes, when he would look up at me, as he loved and worshiped my cock. I started to have feelings for him. I responded, gently stoking his head, touching his cheek, talking dirty or sweet to him, until one day I let it all go. I pulled him up and kissed him. I couldn’t believe what I was doing but I didn’t want to stop. I kissed him with passion, I was filled with sexual heat. I realized I had unconsciously took his hard cock in my hand. He was holding mine. We were sharing.I had never touched another guys isveçbahis giriş cock, ever. My attention was divided between the hot, horny kisses and his hard cock in my hand. I liked it, fucking A, did I like it. Oh, Yeah! I did. It was incredible. I started having feelings of love. I couldn’t fucking believe I was me. It was like I had no control. In fact, I had no control. I broke the kiss for a second, yelled OMG, OMG, our mouths met, tongues fighting, as we stroked each other. I shot my load in multiple pulses. I felt like I couldn’t stop shooting cum. It seem to last forever. When I shot my last drop I was happy.I kept kissing Kenny. Unlike the norm, when a guy shoots a load and checks out of the action, I was still engaged. While we kissed, I jacked Kenny off. I wanted to make him cum. He had been making me cum for weeks and got nothing in return. I could feel him getting ready. His letting go was making me excited. He let all go with his body shaking. He actually screamed as he shot cum everywhere. It felt good knowing I had brought him to that place. When he was finely spent he held me tight and cried.At first I didn’t understand but I held him anyway stoking his head. When he calmed down we talked. He had been giving guys blow jobs for so long in a neighborhood where all you got in return was being a outcast. Nobody had ever loved him back. Being queer was becoming complicated. I had dealt with a lot of things, I could deal with being queer.I got a little something going, couple of things really. Don’t ask, all you have to know is I have enough money do what I want and then some. I knew that the basement wasn’t going to do anymore. There are parts of Brooklyn, like any isveçbahis yeni giriş city, where people mind their own business. I rented a room in a old brownstone, a third floor walk up. It was a kind of efficiency really. It had a bathroom, an alcove kitchen, and a bay windows. The room was big enough for a king bed and couch. I had the money so I got a nice sound system and 42 inch plasma TV. Believe me, I did every thing I could do to get all the goodies in without being seen. There were more bad people in this neighborhood than I cared for but anonymity has its price. Knowing how to protect yourself keeps the price low.I had spent a few days getting the place ready. Kenny wanted to help but I wanted to do it myself. We might have been “going out” but we weren’t married or whatever a gay couple does and I wanted this place to be mine. As I said, I got a little something going on, so money was no object. I painted the walls. I got nice sheets and bedding, I expected we would be spending a lot of time in bed. I spent quite a few hours choosing a good selection of porn, gay porn. Of course I watched a lot of it. It was educational, very educational, for a guy eager to get into gay sex. Kenny and I were going to have some fun. I hoped Kenny would enjoy the kind of reciprocation I had in mind.I was looking out the window and saw Kenny coming down the street. He looked different then I got it. He was dressed like he was on his way to a rave. I hadn’t bothered to dress myself, why bother, so all I wore was a pair of loose fitting thin white cotton drawstring pants. I expected sex was on the menu and you don’t ware close to bed. It hit all at once, Kenny saw our relationship changing and this place as special. I opened the door, OMG, did he look good. He wore a silk top that did not hide his aroused nipples. I could feel arousal between my legs. His jeans were low cut and tight. He was a sexy party boi, my party boi.