His First

I swear the following is absolutely true. I wouldn't believe
it ifI read it but it happened just the way that follows.I was 20, a
sophmore at UCLA and during the previous couple of monthsI had come
out of the closet with a bang. I figured it was my dutyas a
straight-appearing man to let everyone know that gays are notjust a
bunch of fairies looking for any dick in a storm.Anyway I went home to
Newport to visit my parents and see a few oldsurfing buddies. I was
prepared to tell them exactly what was goingon in my life. Some I knew
would be cool; others I was worried about.One of those was Bill. He
was a career lifeguard. The perfect blondehunk. Saturday night we were
sitting around his place, having gonethrough almost a case of beer
between the two of us, and I said,"Bill, I have to tell you
something."He smiled and said, "Sure, guy, whatever.""Bill. I'm
Gay.""No way! Not you! Did something happen in school. I mean one
thingdoesn't mean..."I interrupted him. "I'm gay. I'm sure."He looked
at me and I tried reading his thoughts. I remembered thetime we
cruised by the Little Shrimp in Laguna and Bill leaned outthe window
to yell,"Fags!"I waited. And waited. Finally I asked, "So, what do you
think?"He answered in a low, quiet voice, "Can't you tell?"I answered,
exasperated, "No! Tell me!""Look at my pants." I looked; I didn't see
anything. He continued,"I've had a fantasy for a long time about
making it with you or Mike.I want you to prove to me you're really
gay. I want you to do tome whatever gay guys do to each other."I
looked at his pants again. Now I saw it. A big, hard cock, justpoking
its head through the leg. I couldn't believe it. Bill. Mr.Macho had a
fantasy for me. But I knew it was impossible; I wasn'tgoing to fall
for the oldest line in the book about "proving it."But I did.--