The Coming Out in Miami

When I was 18, I had a job opportunity in Miami. They paid the expenses so what did I have to loose. I packed everything that I owned in a '72 Chevelle (that shows how much I owned) and headed south! I arrived two days later at the apartment my company had arranged for me. It was like a scene from Paradise Island. I was constantly on the lookout for the little midget in the white tux. The pool was surrounded by the building on three sides and the fourth side had a wall with many different kinds of plants blocking the view of the parking lot. It was all very tropical and the neighbors were more like family than anything else. In a matter of weeks I knew every person in the complex.

Almost everyone in the complex was either a pilot, a flight attendant or retired from flying. I fit right in as the blonde and blue eyed country boy that they all felt compelled to protect and watch over. I was soon befriended by the landlord who was a retired Eastern pilot and obviously gay. He was what I now come to realize to be a "flaming queen, once gorgeous".

He had taken two of the nicest upstairs apartments (overlooking the pool) and combined them into one large apartment. He had five other pilots that split the rent 5 ways. It worked out great cause never more than two or three of them were in town at the same time and he got the privilege of bunking with them. They were not gay but, I did hear a couple of his roomies talking about how they often run around the apartment naked just to keep his blood pumping.

On the other side of the complex was another communal apartment with pilots in and out all the time. Several gorgeous men were part of the regulars that appeared and disappeared constantly.

It was SuperBowl Sunday and it was HOT! I was not used to the heat in the winter, but I did love every minute of it. Everyone, everywhere seemed to be having some sort of SuperBowl party. I had been at the pool all day in my candy-apple-red Speedos and I had gotten a lot of sun. I had a very deep dark tan and still I had gotten a bit red. My skin was extra sensitive. A simple breeze would cause cold chills to race up my spine.

The sun had gone down and everyone had dispersed from the pool and headed back to their apartments. I went up to my place and had a small easy-to-fix dinner and watched some M-TV. Reluctantly I decided that it was time to do laundry. After all, I could not even change out of my Speedos cause I had NOTHING clean. I had a small portable TV that I took down with me to the laundry room. I did change out of my Speedos and into a very loose pair of Nike shorts with no underwear. I didn't want to wear anything that was the least bit binding due to the excess sun I had gotten that day.

The complex had a small, two washer, two dryer, laundry room on the first floor in the corner of the building. I had washed two loads and was waiting for them to dry. Someone had left a Playskool shopping cart there and I was sitting in it, legs spread, watching TV with my back to the doorway and not paying any attention to what was going on around me. Suddenly, I heard one of the washer lids close and turned to see this fan-fucking-tastic looking guy putting quarters into the first washer. He had thick brown hair, blue eyes, arm muscles that rippled with every movement and the most beautiful hairless chest I had ever seen. All he was wearing was a pair of shorts and flip-flops.

"Hi." I said, trying my best not to get caught staring at his perfect physique.

"Hi. are you going to use this other washer?"

"No. I am finished washing. I'm just waiting for my stuff to dry."

"Cool." he said and walked out of the room.

I'm telling you that my heart was up in my throat and beating a thousand miles a minute. I had never felt such an instant attraction to anyone before in my whole life. I remember sitting and staring out the doorway into the darkness waiting for him to return.

A few minutes later another guy comes in. He is shorter than the first with a very hairy chest and fewer muscles. He was also wearing only shorts. He walked directly to the washer that's running and lifts the lid.

"Somebody is using that one." I blurted out in protection of my new-found adonis' clothing.

"Yeah, I know. That's my roommate Alan." he replied.

"Oh." I replied shyly.

"He asked me to put in the fabric softener." He said with a smile.

"I always forget to put in that stuff. I have not had april fresh clothes since I left home."

"Oh? Where is home?" he asked with a laugh.

"I'm from Lu-vull Kin-tucky." I replied with my thick country draw.

"Hi, my name is Greg." He extended a hand to me.

"Hi, I'm Jamie."

Well, the small talk went on during the entire dry cycle and even into my folding. I found this guy to be cute but, nothing like Alan. If only Alan had payed half as much attention to me. Greg had a great personality but did nothing for me sexually. I noticed that he had been checking out my crotch the whole time. Finally I finished and packed everything into my basket and headed out the door.

"See ya." I said.

"Okay, maybe we can have a drink sometime?"

"Sure, that would would be cool." I said as I walked out the door.

I had just finished putting away the last of my clothes when there was a knock on my door. I opened the door to see Greg standing there dressed in jeans and a nice shirt holding my TV.

"Did you forget something?" he said holding out my TV.

"Oh shit! Yes, thank you very much." I said taking it from him.

"So, how about that drink?"

"Now!"

"Sure, why not?" He smiled a tempting smile.

"Okay, but you have to let me take a quick shower."

"No problem. I will wait for you down at the pool."

My heart was racing, this time for different reasons. I had an idea what this guy was up to and I was still swooning over Alan. I knew that the odds of me having my first gay experience with Alan was about the same as an ice cube in hell. I still had a glimmer of hope though. Greg was not my type but he was attractive. He had a full chest of thick curly black hair. I much preferred the smooth, tall, muscle type with just small strategically placed patches of hair. Looking back I'm not sure why this hair thing was so important to me but, hey, I was a kid.

The fantasies were racing during my shower. The warm water beating down on my sunburn gave me a wonderful tingling sensation. My dick was slowly rising to attention. The crisp white of the soap suds were a stark contrast to the dark reddish-brown color of my skin. I massaged my swelling cock, pinching my nipples lightly with my other hand. Visions of Alan were dancing in my head. I imagined what his dick looked like longing to have him there with me in the shower. Seconds later I shot my load.

I got dressed and headed for the pool. Greg was waiting for me. We decided to go in his car, a 280-ZX. (Yes I was impressed) We drove through Coconut Grove, a very old and beautiful part of Miami. The conversation was very light and easy going. I felt so comfortable with this guy. Suddenly he said, "Did you know that this part of Miami has a very high rate of gays living here?"

"Oh,...really?" I replied as the blood rushed from my head.

"Yeah, I have seen guys walking on the street holding hands."

Well, the conversation went fast and furious from there. Soon we where sharing our inner-most thoughts and feelings that we had never shared with anyone before. Come to find out Greg, even though he was older than me, was at the same place as I was sexually speaking. We had a lot in common.

We became best friends in a matter of weeks. Soon we were living together, as roommates. Our apartment was in the same building. I could tell that Greg was very interested in having sex with me even though I had made it clear to him from the start that I did not feel the same about him sexually. He would make every advance he could when we were alone and this was starting to annoy me. He would come into the shower with me and feel me up while we showered together. We would usually come in the shower by masturbating each other but that was as far as I would let it go. I knew that this was not fair to him or me but, it did feel great and I was a horny teen.

Alan and the rest of the gang took to me right away. I would hang around that apartment as much as I could. It was like a college frat house. Guys were in and out all the time. Taking showers between flights, changing clothes for dates and crashing for the night seemed to be the main purpose of this place.

I had a favorite chair that I liked to sit in that allowed a perfect view straight down the narrow hallway which had the bathroom on one side and the bedrooms on the other. As soon as Alan would get into the shower I would make sure I was in that seat to see him come out. Usually he would be completely nude due to the limited view that only I had access to. Alan was very proud of his body anyway and never really tried to hide it. I would watched him walk the short distance to his bedroom, trying my best not to get caught. After the first couple of times he started to notice. I thought he might be on to me but that did not stop me from looking.

Then one day he was in the shower and the living room was full of guys and gals including Alan's girlfriend, Brook. Brook was a gorgeous, shy, petite brunette with long hair to her waist. She was the kind of girl that liked everyone, and everyone liked her. She was always smiling. I would be smiling all the time too if I had that hunk to fuck anytime I wanted to.

I was perched in my favorite seat when I heard the bathroom door open. Alan stepped out into the hallway nude and dripping wet. He proceeded to stand there and dry himself off,...slowly,...bending and stretching to give me a private show,...just for me! I could not take my eyes off of him. His smooth, hard ass was pointed directly at my face as he bent over to dry his feet. The view of his long and fat circumcised dick with huge balls swinging between his legs was almost enough to take my breathe away.

After a couple a minutes of this, he suddenly disappeared into his bedroom. I could feel my heart beating like mad. As the ringing in my ears began to subside I noticed the pain in my crotch. Yes, pain! I had on tight Levi's and my rock hard cock was screaming for space. If it did not get some release soon it was going to break in half.

"Jamie! Come here a minute" I heard Alan shout from the Bedroom.

"What?" I replied in disbelief.

"Come Here, dickhead!" he snapped.

Oh, shit! My head was spinning now! Was he going to call me a faggot and beat the shit out of me? Maybe he would just blackmail me to the rest of the world for the rest of my life. At least the rest of the living room was completely ignorant to any of this. The pot they were smoking was the topic of conversation and an atom bomb would not interrupt that. I did not smoke anyway, which made my out-of-the-way seat all the more appealing to me.

Slowly I walked to the bedroom the way a death row inmate walks to the guillotine. As I opened the door I saw Alan standing at the foot of the bed still nude.

"Close the Door" he said.

"What's up?" I asked with a shake in my voice.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked sitting on the bed to give me a clear view of his semi-hard cock. He was putting on a pair of clean white socks and looking down to his feet. My knees were getting weak and my dick was ready to snap if it did not get some relief from the tight jeans. As I grabbed my crotch to rearrange my meat Alan looked up and saw my distinctly outlined boner.

"Well, say something. You don't need your lawyer present." he said with a smile.

"Uhm,...yeah,...I mean YEAH!" I stuttered.

"I know what you're all about. Greg is my best friend ya know? He puts up a real good front but, I've caught him looking at my cock too."

"But I'm not...I mean we are not..."

"Just shut up a minute and let me finish. I don't care what you are or what Greg is. I am not the kinda guy to judge anyone. Greg, Bruce and me have been through a-hell-of-a lot together. We have even gang banged together more than once. I love those guys like they were my brothers and I know that Greg cares a whole lot about you. That is the only reason that I'm telling you all of this because it looks as though you are becoming the fourth Muskateer. We would do anything for each other and we don't kiss and tell so just keep this whole conversation to yourself."

"Sure, man. I'm not gonna say shit about this." I said as I watched him finish getting dressed. My heart rate was finally slowing down but, I was still not sure were this guy was going with this. I had this sinking feeling in my gut that I was "being let down easy". I guess I thought I was lucky that he didn't beat the shit out a me.

Alan put on his baseball cap and walked over to me putting his arm around my shoulder. "Listen, I like to get my rocks off as much as you do." he whispered with a shit-eatin-grin on his face. "I'm not flying tomorrow so, why don't you come over and we'll talk about this some more.

"Cool." was all I could say.

YES!!! My prayers had been answered. He wants me to come over and 'talk' when no body else is going to be home? My cock started stiffening with just the thought of what might happen.

"I get up about 10:00 so why don't you come over about 10:30 and we'll have breakfast." He said.

"Okay, I'm up by then."

"So, it's a date. Now, let's join the others before they start to think we're 'FAGS' or something." We both laughed and went back into the living room.

I was up at 9:30 the next morning...and it was Saturday. I never got up early on Saturdays but, this was going to be worth it. I climbed into the shower and began to soap myself up. My stomach was spinning with anticipation. I felt like a kid on Christmas eve. My cock had been semi hard all night. I quickly finished, dried off and threw on my sexiest shorts and a T-shirt and headed out the door. I'm walking down the steps to the parking lot just as a car is pulling in... GREG!

Oh shit! Greg is home from work. I forgot he told me that he would be on stand-by in Miami. Quickly I turn and dash behind the wall that surrounds the pool area. I hear the sound of the car door closing and foot steps crossing the pavement. Then I hear the shh...shh...shh of his dress shoes climbing the stairs. Good, he did not see me.

I ran around the back of the pool and went up the stairs on the other side of the complex. I could see our front door from here and it was closed so that meant that Greg was inside already. I walked down to Alan's apartment. The door was standing open. This was common because he did not use his A/C that often and the best breeze came in through the front door.

I knocked on the door and yelled, "Hello, Alan?"

"Yeah, come on in." I heard him yell from the shower.

"Greg just came home." I yelled to him.

"What? I can't hear you. Come in here."

The bathroom door was standing open to release the steam. Standing in the doorway I could see his foggy reflection in the mirror.

"I said that Greg just got home."

"Oh yeah? Listen it's too fuckin hot today. Why don't you close up the apartment for me and turn on the A/C."

"Sure."

I went into each room and closed all the windows and turned on the A/C. I also closed and locked the front door. The last thing I needed was for Greg to come and visit.

"You want a beer?" Alan asked.

I turned to see him standing right behind me naked, drying his hair with a towel. This was all happening so fast. My heart was beating like mad.

"Sure. Do you want one?" I asked walking to the kitchen.

"Yeah. A little bit of the hair-of-the-dog can't hurt."

He walked over and turned on the TV and sat down on the couch covering his crotch with the towel.

"Man, it is going to be a hot one today." he said.

"I was thinking about going to the beach later." I said.

"I have a friend that just bought a new Jet-Ski and he asked if I wanted to go and try it out with him today. You can come along if you want."

"I wanted to rent one of those at the beach but, they cost $20 for 30 minutes and I'm not gonna pay that much. I would love to go, thanks." I said, handing him his beer and taking a seat next to him on the couch.

"What about breakfast? I don't think this beer is going to fill me up." I said smiling.

"The beer is just to get you ready for breakfast. I thought we could have some sausage for starters." He never took his eyes off the TV. I knew he was waiting to see my reaction.

"I don't care what kind of sausage we have as long as there is enough to fill me up. I'm real hungry." I too kept staring straight ahead.

"Brooke is on the rag and I haven't had any in days. Why don't you start in on this sausage." he said as he grabbed his dick through the towel.

I looked him right in the eyes, almost as if I was checking to see if this was all one big joke. His eyes were crystal green. He returned my stare. It was sincere. My dream lover was finally at my finger tips. I didn't wait for him to ask a second time. I pulled off his towel and threw it on the floor.

His dick was already semi hard. I leaned over and began to lick one of his nipples. Gently I flicked it with my tongue. I took his cock in hand and slowly, lightly squeezed and messaged it. It was a beautiful specimen of maleness, at least 8" long and so fat that my thumb and fingers could just barely fit around it. I could feel it growing in my palm. How much bigger could it get? I continued licking and kissing his chest slowly working my way down to his navel.

Alan reach over my back and grabbed my shirt tail. He pulled my shirt off over my head and with one swift motion pushed me backwards on the couch. He then grabbed the waistband of my shorts and underwear and roughly pulled them completely off. My cock sprang free smacking my stomach hard.

I could not believe that he was being so aggressive. At best I thought that this might turn out to be a "you-do-me and I won't tell". He was definitely in control and I was loving every minute of it.

"Turn over on your stomach boy. I want to see that baby-soft ass of yours" he said as he grabbed my legs and flipped me over. He buried his face between my legs sucking and licking on my balls. I lifted my ass slightly so he could have better access. He slid his hands under my waist and lifted me up to my knees. I could feel the cum welling up in my balls already. He reached around grabbing my cock. I moaned loudly, letting him know that I was close to cumming. He got the hint and released his grip focusing in on my ass. Spreading my ass cheeks to the max, he tickled my rosebud with the tip of his tongue.

"Ohhh, shit that feels great!" I moaned.

Then suddenly, he forced his tongue inside me, sliding it in and out. A pleasure sensation ran through me like a tidal wave. My dick was twitching and smacking my flat stomach. I had never felt such pleasure.

"I'm going to cum. I can't hold it." I moaned.

Without touching my cock I shot a tremendous load. I felt him groaning with his tongue still deep in my ass. The vibrations made my whole body tighten. I looked down between my legs and could see that Alan was cumming too. Stream after stream of white hot cum shot from his huge meat.

"How was that kid?" he asked with a smile.

"Shit man, I can hardly breathe." I said as I stood and cleaned myself and the couch with his towel.

"Do you like having something up you ass?" he asked. "How about if I put my cock up your tight ass?"

"I don't know man, your dick is pretty big." I replied as I watched him disappear into the bedroom. He returned with a tube of KY. I was surprised to see that his cock was still hard.

"Lay down on the floor. I will get you so ready my dick will slide right in." he said as he opened the tube and squirted a glob into his palm.

He knelt down on the floor next to me and smeared the goo up and down my ass crack. Slowly, he pushed his finger tip into my hole rotating it this way and that. My cock was feeling the effect and was rising. The feeling was great. It was not painful at all. Soon his finger was all the way up my ass. Then he touched my prostate. I went crazy with pleasure. I could not lay still. I was rotating my ass and pushing against his hand. I felt him slide in a second finger. The stretching of my hole instantly made my dick rock hard. Without warning he removed his fingers and plunged his dick in. The surprise of the pain was tremendous. He laid down on top of me with his mouth next to my ear.

"Just relax." He whispered. He did not move his dick. "You will get used to it in a minute."

He licked and kissed my neck, bitting gently on my ear. Soon the pain was gone and I began to wiggle my ass. He took the hint, moving his huge piece of meat in and out very slowly. When he was sure that I was feeling nothing but pleasure he pressed his cock to the limit. I was in heaven. He rammed me hard with every inch of his manhood. He was fucking me hard and I was loving it. I never imagined a big dick up my ass would give me such pleasure.

I looked up at his sweaty body. He was gorgeous. My dream had finally cum true. Our eyes met just before we both came. His deep stare was something I will never forget. I knew at this point that I was his.

We came at least two more times before Greg eventually knocked on the door. We dashed to get dressed and threw the lube and towel under the couch. Greg came in and Alan immediately announced that he was just getting into the shower. Greg sat down on the couch next to me. As he sat there flipping through the channels with the remote he said with a smile,...

"Smells like sex in here."

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