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Hang-ups
Offered by Jack Sprat (no address provided)

***

A straight guy who is always so nervous around women 
is seduced into a gay affair. (MM, 1st-gay-expr, 
penis-envy)

***

"You've got to learn to get rid of your hang-ups," 
Bill said.

Bill and I had just returned from a movie. We were 
sitting outside my house in his car talking. I had 
cultivated Bill's friendship. I knew he was gay. I 
don't know where in the hell I stood. I'm eighteen 
years old and never had sex with anything but my hand. 
I've always felt more relaxed around men and thought I 
would be more inclined to first try it with another 
male.

I've had fantasies about doing it with a female, but 
communication with girls has not been my forte. I've 
dated them only to find out they tease, get the 
giggles, put you down and take every advantage of you 
that they can. I feared a girl might cruelly humiliate 
me and I don't know how I would ever get over it. This 
was why I was in heavy conversation with Bill. I was 
revealing to him my many hang-ups.

"I want sex, but I am so self-conscious about my body. 
I even hate to shower at school. You've probably seen 
me hurriedly towel off and dress, withdrawn, and not 
talking to anyone. I just don't feel comfortable with 
anyone seeing me naked.

"Yeah," Bill quietly replied. "Shame, guilt, self-
conscious and embarrassed." 

I nodded.

"When I was fourteen, I was caught jacking off by my 
Dad and got a severe scolding. He told my Mom too. 
They told me it was shame-shame to even erotically 
feel myself. My Dad said that if he caught me doing it 
again, he would take me to the doctor for a 
circumcision. That's how boys were punished for 
masturbating. They got circumcised. If this happens, 
they find it very uncomfortable to masturbate without 
a foreskin. In the gym, I actually thought that all 
circumcised men had been caught doing things and had 
been punished by being cut."

"I can see why you have hang-ups," replied Bill. "But 
you know that circumcision is not for punishment."

"Yes," I replied, "But it still did its psychological 
damage."

Dammit! I was taught that I would do nothing to my own 
body or mess around with anyone else. It was dirty and 
sinful. But told, after marriage, a beautiful sexual 
relationship with my spouse would keep us happy 
forever."

"Shit!" Bill replied.

I nodded in agreement. "But it still made me so 
uptight that I haven't had sex with anyone. My body is 
screaming for relief. I still don't know if I can 
handle it, even if I try it with a male."

"You've got to get over these negative feelings," Bill 
replied.

"You're missing out on life. There's no reason you 
can't take care of your sexual needs without guilt. Do 
you realize that everyone is a sexual person? Nature 
made it that we all have sexual desires. Religion came 
along and screwed everything up. Yeah! A lot of people 
have hang-ups. Those who don't get over them can be 
miserable."

Bill moved next to me and put his arm around me. I 
froze. Bill sensed my frigidity. "Boy! You ARE 
uptight!" Bill said this in a kindly, understanding 
manner. "I'll tell you what, I'm not a shrink," he 
said, "But I think I can work with you and help you 
over this. I'll be real patient, and if you feel I am 
going too fast, tell me, and I will back off. Do you 
want to give it a try?"

"Please, Bill. I need help."

I didn't feel comfortable as Bill stroked my hair and 
hugged me. He pressed his mouth against my tight lips 
which I would not open. Bill pulled back, then gently 
traced his finger over my closed lips.

"You've never kissed?"

"No."

"Do you want to learn?"

"Yes!"

"Just open your mouth where it's comfortable, relax 
and let me do the rest."

I felt Bill's tongue move about my outer lips then 
move into my mouth. I was squeezed tighter while his 
tongue entered deeper, exploring all about. There was 
something about the warmth of his body pressed against 
mine and his tongue movement that made me start to 
kiss him back. I became erect. Bill moved his hand 
down to my crotch, pushed down, and stroked. Through 
my pants, he gently squeezed my peter from bottom to 
top checking its size. I knew I couldn't let him take 
it out. I was too apprehensive and uptight.

"That's enough for tonight," Bill said softly. "Do you 
like it so far."

"I'm not sure," I replied, but in a way, it did feel 
good.

I left the car erect, hot, and bothered. I went right 
to bed and masturbated until I passed my last drop of 
sperm. Fantasies ran through my head. If I could only 
let things happen. Maybe next time I would relax and 
let Bill do more. In the meantime, it was real safe if 
I just jacked myself off.

***

The next night, sitting in Bills' car again, I was 
more receptive to his kisses. I found myself exploring 
his mouth with my tongue. I hugged him as we kissed. 
Bill's hand again ran down to my burning crotch and 
rubbed my throbbing bulge through my pants. I kind of 
froze but didn't say "no" as my belt was tugged and 
flipped open. My top button was unsnapped, my zipper 
pulled down. 

My shame and modesty wanted me to tell ask him to 
stop, but the intense feel of passion overcame my 
negative thoughts. I gave a start as his hand slipped 
under the waist band of my briefs and gently gripped 
me. I momentarily grabbed his wrist, but after his few 
strokes I relaxed. His slow exploration was causing an 
indescribable exotic feeling that made me crave more. 
I raised my butt so my pants and shorts could be 
slipped down further.

Bill's spittled finger fully explored my whole tip, 
turning to fire all of the sensuous nerves that my 
penis held. My penis throbbed, my cum moved upwards 
from deep within. With gigantic spasms I came in large 
spurts, hitting my face, my shirt, as well as the 
ceiling of Bill's car, and partially dripped back 
down. I was embarrassed by the mess and the damp spots 
on my clothes. "Don't worry," Bill reassured me. "How 
was it?" 

I replied with a moan of pleasure, also happy that I 
had actually allowed someone to do it to me.

Bill moved my hand to his crotch and closed my fingers 
around his exposed stiff cock. I grasped his warm, 
hard, throbbing penis but wasn't really sure what to 
do. "I don't know how," I muttered.

Bill told me to just feel it, explore it, and pump it. 
Also to rub my spit on its tip, just as he had done to 
me. I did. It was fun and different to feel and fondle 
his balls. After a bit, with my jacking and fondling, 
Bill started to moan and wiggle. His jism shot out 
covering the both of us.

We cleaned ourselves up then hugged and kissed for a 
long time.

Bill asked me if everything had been okay. He hoped I 
was getting more pleasure with less trauma. "It feels 
good," I replied. "But I still have a lot to deal 
with."

"You want to be shown more?" Bill asked.

"Yes, Bill." I want you to teach me everything. I'll 
do my best to try to handle it."

***

I was becoming more relaxed and looking forward to 
more of Bill's leasons. I trusted Bill and appreciated 
his patience. I thought I'd never be able to let any 
one play in my crotch, but it was okay when Bill did 
it. I was also getting more comfortable playing with 
Bill, feeling him and jacking him off. Bill really 
appreciated this.

The three day Labor Day holiday was approaching. Bill 
suggested we go to Lake Tahoe and take a room where he 
would show me more. He said that I would be very 
knowledgeable when we returned and he thought my final 
hang-ups would be gone. I would, however, have to 
agree to let him show me everything if I wanted to 
reach a final breakthrough.

I wasn't exactly sure what he had in mind. I had mild 
apprehensions of being alone with him for several 
days. However, he had been an understanding friend and 
teacher so far. I agreed to make the trip.

***

It was a nice drive to the lake. Bill had reserved a 
room with a lake view. The room had one double bed. As 
soon as the door was closed and our suitcases 
unpacked, Bill said that we should shower. I started 
to undress and also saw that Bill was removing his 
clothes. "Oh! You're going to shower first?"

"No," Bill replied. We are going to shower together.

I'd never seen Bill completely nude before. He was 
smooth, slim, cut, and had a nice shaped tight butt. I 
became semi-erect.

Bill saw my erection but temporarily ignored it. I 
stood under the shower as he washed my hair, my neck, 
my shoulders and back. Finishing, he soaped his hands 
real good and reached for my crotch. My balls rolled 
through his slippery fingers, sliding with the soapy 
lubricant. He gently slipped back my foreskin and 
softly washed away the bits of smegma that had formed 
under my tip. 

He had me turn around, spread my legs and lean against 
the shower wall. His warm soapy hand delved into my 
crack, moving up and down as he cleansed me. A finger 
pressed against my asshole, gently washing its 
topside. He moved to my outer butt, washing each cheek 
then kneaded both. I'd never let Bill mess around with 
my butt before. This felt real good.

We stepped from the shower. Bill asked me to dry him 
off. He got erect as I toweled his crotch and ass. I 
got erect too. Then it was his turn to dry me. He 
carefully and slowly ran the towel up and down my hard 
dick, then over each ball. He had me turn around and 
dug deeply into my crack, pushing against my asshole 
to make sure all the water was removed.

"Now, we'll go to the other room," said Bill. I want 
you to lie on the bed and present yourself.

"Present myself?" I didn't know what was wanted but I 
lay naked and submissively on the bed, drawing my legs 
up, spreading them wide. Bill sat beside me, fondled 
and jacked me, then slipped my penis into his mouth. 
This was the first time I'd had my cock sucked. The 
sensation was wild. Bill moved to a 69 position. His 
hard red-tipped cock was right at my face. "Will you 
suck me?," Bill asked.

I slipped his tip into my mouth then slid it back so I 
could feel it deeper in my throat. I found his cock 
pleasant and satisfying. I kept licking, sucking and 
jacking. The finale was when his warm sperm filled my 
mouth. I rolled it about, savoring its taste, then 
swallowed it which gave me a sense of love and 
satisfaction. Both spent, we snuggled our naked bodies 
against one another and napped.

***

When I awoke, I was hard again. I wanted more. Bill 
stirred. I put my leg over his, then took his hand and 
guided it downward. Again,

I experienced complete ecstasy as Bill fondled me. I 
wanted this feeling forever. I never wanted to say no.

Bill turned me over and had me get up on all fours. He 
had me pull my legs up as far as possible and to 
spread as wide as possible and to crouch as low as 
possible. This left my butt fully exposed for easy 
access to whatever what was going to happen. I felt a 
bit embarrassed in this position, feeling Bill's 
staring inspection of my asshole and dangling balls. 
It was exciting and erotic too.

My balls were gently grasped and pulled downward. I 
wasn't ready for what happened next. Bill tugged my 
balls while he licked my asshole. This drove me 
bananas. I clawed the sheets. He licked for a real 
long time, jacking my prick with his other hand. I 
emitted a startled erotic gasp as my body spasmed with 
most intense pleasure as my sperm spotted the bed 
sheets.

I wanted to drop down to prone position and rest, but 
Bill told me to stay as I was, my butt and asshole 
still staring him in the face.

Bill opened a jar of Vaseline. Swishing his finger 
around, he pulled out a large glob. His greased finger 
started to move up my asshole. His first knuckle 
passed, then his second. His finger was all the way in 
and tickling around. It started to rub over an area 
that made me want to piss and come at the same time. I 
could only stand so much of this. It was too intense. 
Clear fluid had dripped from my dick. Bill said this 
was prostate fluid and it was my prostate that made me 
go bonkers, then Bill continued his work.

My asshole was stretched wider. Two fingers had been 
lubed and were slowly twisting up me. After they moved 
about for a while, Bill asked me if I could tighten 
down. I tried to clamp my asshole but nothing 
happened. My asshole was fully relaxed and limp. I 
could no longer flex.

Bill removed his fingers and pushed his prick against 
my asshole. I knew I was going to get butt fucked. My 
already limp asshole stretched even wider as his prick 
squeezed in.. It hurt a little, but not so much that I 
had to ask him to stop. It kept sliding until I felt 
crotch hairs rubbing my butt cheeks. Slow stroking 
followed, moving all of the way in, then pulling all 
of the way out, again pressing open my asshole muscles 
for full re-entry. 

Feeling a prick slip against my muscle walls, then 
stuffing me as it delved deeper, was really a turn on. 
It was a big finale when Bill started to cum and 
rammed his large hot piston rapidly back and forth, my 
butt stinging from his pelvis slaps. When everything 
was over, I was really spent and relaxed with a very 
satisfied feeling that I'd never experienced.

The next morning, Bill said we would review all we had 
done, plus a little more. This day, along with 
everything else, I licked Bill's asshole and fucked 
his butt until I was exhausted.

Driving back to San Francisco, I snuggled to Bill all 
of the way. I felt reborn. I now understood the full 
meaning and feeling of sex. On this trip I had lost my 
virginity and now felt fulfilled. My hang-ups were 
gone. I knew that I could now find a male lover and 
live happily ever after.

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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