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Is he or isn’t he? The men in this second volume of stories discover and describe in their own words the thrill of surprising seductions and unexpected sexual encounters with men who at first seemed straight.
Jack Hart is the editor of the bestselling books My First Time, The Day We Met, Heat and Straight?
"Advance!" the deep baritone voice commanded. "Very good. Now thrust and glide. Not bad, although you look a little uncomfortable. It would feel more natural to you if your body were in the proper position. Let's take a break and then try it again."
I took off my face shield and sat down on one of the outdoor benches. I was only into my first day of fencing lessons, but already I felt the workout my muscles had received. I'd been intrigued by fencing most of my life but never thought I'd get an opportunity to learn the sport. Then, when I was booking my vacation to Spain, one of the travel agents happened to mention fencing while going over different itineraries I could choose from. I couldn't say no. So here I was. I looked around at the other individuals practicing their stances and attacks. Most of them looked much more coordinated than me. Still, as I thought back over the day's events, I began to realize this vacation was working out better than I'd expected.
I had arrived a couple hours before my first lesson was to begin and was shown around the resort and then to my room. I was asked to meet my instructor at 11 A.M. in Fencing Area 3. He would give me further instructions and my gear.
I arrived a few minutes early and wandered around the fencing area, looking at all of the premarked footprints on the pavement. It reminded me of when my parents had signed me up for dance lessons when I was a kid-a terrible mistake, I might add. I was following the steps when my instructor walked up behind me.
"Consiguiendo una ventaja, veo." The voice came from behind.
Startled, I snapped around and almost lost my balance. "Oh, hi." I managed to say. My face was a little red from embarrassment.
"Mi nombre es Miguel." he paused, looking a little embarrassed himself. "I apologize. I didn't realize you were American until you turned around. I'll be your personal instructor for the next few days." He paused again. "I'm Miguel."
"Hi." I repeated as I walked up to him. "I'm Bill."
Miguel was already in full dress, his face shield resting in his arm. I shook his hand and noticed the firm, tight grip. He looked to be slightly taller than six feet, almost five inches taller than me. His body, hidden by the whites, looked solid and well-built. Miguel had a dark olive complexion, his face rough with morning stubble. His dark hair was shoulder length and still damp from his morning shower. When he smiled, two of the most amazing dimples formed on each side of his face.
"I'm pleased to meet you." He was still holding on to my hand. "Here are your whites. Let me show you where the changing rooms are." We walked into a small building that connected several training areas. "As you can see, we have plenty of lockers to choose from. The showers are to your left." He pointed in the general direction and then continued. "You will work up quite a sweat during our lessons."
"Thanks." I walked over to choose my locker. I've never felt comfortable in locker rooms, so I picked one nearest the showers. It's not that I'm ashamed of my body. I've always taken pride in my tight, hairless swimmer's build. My long blond hair and blue eyes have also been remarked upon by men I've met. I guess I've just worried about getting a hard-on around straight men, so I've made it a point to always shower and get out as quickly as possible. Miguel leaned up against the lockers as I began to undress.
"It's always best to wear as little as possible under the whites." His voice seemed to carry a sense of unease. Then he added quickly, "Clothes can sometimes restrict your movement."
His eyes moved nervously around the room as he waited for me to change. "Are you vacationing with your wife?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"No," I replied as I pulled my shirt over my head. "Actually, I'm gay and traveling alone." The cool damp air of the room surrounded my body. My nipples became erect.
"Oh." He fell silent. "I hope you didn't mind me asking. I just like to get to know my students a little better, before we begin the lessons." He cleared his throat. "My wife always tells me I can come across a bit ... how would you say, forward?"
"You're married?" I surprised myself with the question. I had just assumed-or actually hoped-that he was gay. The thought of seeing him without his whites on would have been a definite motivation to do well.
"I've been married six years. She and I met in college and were married within a few months."
I didn't know what to say, so I remained quiet as I finished getting undressed.
"You've got a great body," Miguel remarked. "What I mean is that it looks like you keep yourself in good shape. You should have no problem keeping up with the pace of my training."
I stepped into my pants and then put on my shirt. I fumbled several times with all of the snaps and hooks. "This is going to sound stupid," I said, looking over at him. "But how are these things suppose to be put on?"
Miguel walked over to me and laughed. "Here let me help. These whites can sometimes be difficult to put on when you're not used to them." His left hand trembled as it slid into the front opening of the chest to push the left inside flap behind the right. He looked up at me with those dark-brown eyes and smiled as his hand brushed across my erect nipple. With the folds of my whites properly in place, his hands made their way down in front of my crotch. He began fastening the hooks. His fingers grazed over the band of my underwear as he moved up my stomach and finally to my chest. "There. Now you're ready. Let's get started."
As we walked into the training area, Miguel began explaining the basics. "One of the most important parts of fencing is your initial stance. This is called en garde." He took his position opposite me. "You always start out standing sideways from your opponent-like this." He moved his body to demonstrate. "Your feet should be perpendicular to each other, the knees slightly bent. The arm that's holding the weapon should also be bent. The off hand should be held behind you at an upward angle." He positioned himself as he had described. His gracefulness was impressive. "Let's see you try it."
I watched his stance closely as I tried to get my body into position as he had done. With my feet perpendicular to each other, I began to bend my knees. The movement was awkward, and I lost my balance. "Shit," I muttered quietly. "It's harder than it looks. "Let me try this again." I relaxed as much as I could and placed my feet in the proper stance. I could tell I was losing it again and stopped.
"Don't worry. You'll get the hang of it." Miguel started toward me with an amused expression. "Let me help guide your body." He stood behind me and pressed his body against mine. "All right. Just relax. Let me put your body into the proper position. Don't worry if you feel off balance-I'm holding on to you." He wrapped his left arm around my stomach. The roughness of his unshaven face brushed against my skin. "Now move your feet to the proper stance. Good. Now slowly bend your knees. Yes, that's it." His body bent with mine, as if we were dancing to our own private music. His right hand moved down my arm. The strength of it surprised me as he gripped my wrist. "Bend this arm slightly, but don't let the elbow rest against your body."
We stood silently for what seemed minutes as he touched and moved my body. As he spoke he turned his head in my direction, and I felt the warmth of his sweet breath against my neck. My mind wandered, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. My cock twitched as he pulled me tighter in his arms.
"Now that we have you in the proper stance," he continued, "I want you to move your body with me. Don't let your stance be affected by me. You need to learn to keep your body firm and your back straight. Move only with your feet, not your body."
We bent forward and then to the left, ending back in an upright position. As we continued to make our movements together, I felt his cock press against me. The bulge in his pants grew in length and thickness with each forward bend. Through our whites I couldn't determine the size, but I knew he had to be well-endowed.
"You're getting the moves," Miguel whispered as he broke our stance. "Now let's try some face-to-face attacks." He stood about four feet in front of me, his body poised in the en garde position. "Before we begin, you need to understand the valid points of attack." He drew his foil and brought it up to my chest. "You can strike the trunk of the body, which is broken into four parts." He brought the point of the foil just under my left nipple and gently moved it across my chest to the right side. "Imagine an invisible line running just below the chest. Then a line running from the neck line down to the groin." He traced this as well, moving the foil in a slow downward motion into my crotch. The tip of his foil gently stroked the length of my all-too-visible erection.
For the next few hours we practiced nonstop. Each new attack and move was repeated over and over until it became almost instinctive to me. Even though my desire to perform well increased as I watched with growing excitement the grace in Miguel's body, I found myself at times missing a step or an advance in order to feel the tip of Miguel's foil strike my body.
"You need to concentrate more so you can anticipate my moves," Miguel said as he made one final attack. "But that's enough for now. Let's get cleaned up and take some time to rest. We'll start back in a couple of hours."
"So how did I do for my first time?" I asked.
He took off his face shield and cradled it under his arm. His black hair was wet from the sweat of the workout. "Not bad for a beginner," he replied with a smile. "You've got great body moves, but we still need to work on your attacks. You seem a little hesitant to strike me." He reached up and pulled off my face shield and handed it to me. "We've worked up quiet a sweat." He pushed back my wet hair. "Let's hit the showers."
Miguel had already begun to unbutton his whites by the time we reached the lockers. I undressed slowly, watching with anticipation as he removed his clothing piece by piece. His chest was muscular. The round nipples were dark and covered by a soft blanket of hair. It tapered to a thin line that ran down his stomach and into the waistline of his pants. I tried not to be too obvious with my admiration of his body, but I found it difficult not to stare. I fumbled around with my clothes and had just taken off my top when Miguel stepped out of his pants butt naked. He had a firm, round ass. My cock pulsed with excitement as I watched him bend forward to pick up his towel-the crack of his ass was covered with a thin layer of dark hair. I wondered what it would be like to run my tongue through it, savoring the taste and smell. My cock was rock-hard, so I waited patiently for him to head to the showers before I took off my pants.
I grabbed my towel and followed only a few seconds behind him. The showers were private and ran along two sides of the opened room, each of them with a full-length door. There was no way to see inside when one of them was in use. I heard the water turn on in one of the stalls and chose the one next to it. As I stepped in, the brightness of the white tiles surrounded me. I closed the heavy door behind me and turned on the water.
With my back to the door, I let the warm water run over my body. I wondered what Miguel was doing in the stall next to me. My hand massaged my erect cock as I tried to imagine him running the bar of soap over his naked body, the lather gathering and mixing with his chest hair. I turned around to let the water run down my back and was startled out of my thoughts by Miguel standing in the entrance to my shower stall. "Shit! you scared me." I stood looking at Miguel's wet body, the towel once again wrapped around his waist.
"I'm sorry," he laughed, but said nothing else.
He stared at my naked body as the water poured over me. Neither of us moved or said a word. My heart was pounding in my chest as my eyes glanced over his body. The silence was killing me. I could tell he was nervous, not sure if he should be here or not. Then he broke the silence.
"I saw you looking at me while I was undressing." He paused. "I kind of liked it. Actually, I liked it a lot." He stood in the doorway for a second, then let the towel drop to the floor. He stepped into the shower and closed the door behind him.
My eyes immediately went to his crotch. He was larger than I had imagined. Even half-erect, his cock looked to be at least eight inches long. His hand tugged at the foreskin, pulling it farther and farther over the large pink head. He stepped closer to me until I felt his breath on my face.
"Your body is amazing." He leaned down to kiss my cheek. "You have to know that I don't make it a habit of this, especially with my students, but when my arms were around you earlier, I don't know, it just felt so good. I knew I had to have more of you."
He kissed me gently on the lips. I placed my arms around his neck and let his tongue inside. We stood there exploring each other's mouths while the warm water covered our bodies. I couldn't believe he was standing there with me. Suddenly, he broke our kiss. "Let's get you cleaned up." He picked up a bar of soap and worked up a heavy lather in his hands. His large, muscular hands were strong as they made their way across my chest. He leaned down and sucked my left nipple into his mouth.
"That feels ... so good," I said, running my hands through his wet hair. I gripped his head and moved his mouth up to meet mine. We kissed harder, more passionately as my hands explored his chest. I rolled his nipples between my fingers and pinched them; he moaned, letting me know he liked it.
"Now for your backside," he whispered in my ear as he quickly turned me around and pushed me against the shower wall. With the bar of soap still in his hands, he began to wash my back. He worked my aching muscles with the hands of a pro as he made his way down to my ass. The bar of soap felt cool as he ran it up and down my crack, washing away the sweat of the workout.
"Do you like me playing with your ass?" Miguel asked as he nibbled the back of my neck.
"Your hands feel so good," I told him, then turned my head around and made contact with his mouth. He kissed me deeply, caressing my chest with one hand as the other continued to play with my ass. As we kissed I felt one of his fingers slide inside me. It moved around gently, stroking the soft lining of my ass. His fingers were long and thick. My body shook as he pushed a second finger inside.
"Bill, you are so hot," he whispered. "I can't believe how you're making me feel.
Excerpted from Straight? Volume 2 Copyright © 2003 by Alyson Publications
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