GENRE: Gay Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 11,086 words
Richard doesn't think he's one of those queers. Or is he?
When Ralphie kisses him in the park, then invites him home, new sensations open up in Richard's life. Soon he wants more than kissing -- he wants kissing, and something harder and stickier, too. But a young man on the verge of accepting his sexuality has much to learn about men, and there are all kinds of men in the world.
Follow Richard as he drifts from the park into the gay heart of Greenwich Village and back again. There he meets Mr. James, who might just be the man who will take Richard all the way.
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
If you had told me that one day I would be kissing a man in the East River Park I would have said you were crazy, sick and perverted, but thatís exactly what I was doing. I held on to his head as if I had finally found what Iíd been seeking all my life, a man sharing himself with me as I was sharing myself with him.
Itís incredible how you can get lost in the emotions you are feeling, the world suddenly becoming meaningless as you lay in ecstatic bliss of what is happening to you, when really all you can do is lie there and kissing him in return.
And the odd sensation of tasting another, in this case man to man, which would be not recognized by society as right and proper, rather very much perverted and anathema. I no longer cared if it was the correct thing to do or not, I melded into him, our saliva meshing for a unique sensation that has never been tasted before, that of his with mine, mixing and gelling together. We kissed -- sucked up and swallowed each otherís saliva more and more.
But we broke from our passionate kissing when we heard a siren going by on the highway that skirted the park.
In the throes of our kissing I did not realize I had cum in my pants just as he, too, spilled his own seed, our two hands rubbing and groping the other. It was as if we were fucking by not knowing what we were doing and the bliss, the satisfaction was the same as though we were stripped bare and doing it openly.
At that moment, looking at the starved being I was, I imagined I had lost my virginity to him, when in fact it wasnít a loss but a sublime discovery. Finding him was the reason I had lived.