Seeking Boy, Finding Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 1I confirmed for sure that I was gay in three easy stages: having the wrong tongue in my mouth; putting my tongue in the wrong place; and developing a sudden onset of lactose intolerance. Gag.

The three stages all occurred within mere moments. Her name was Mindy. We’re still friends. BFF’s, actually.

It all started with this conversation…

“You’re not.”

“I’m pretty sure I am, Min.” We were on the rooftop patio of Jack Astor’s, waiting for our entrée to arrive. I was drinking a raspberry margarita, Mindy, a strawberry daiquiri. It was 10:41 A.M., but it was summer, and you’re allowed to drink in the morning during the months of July and August…right?

“How can you know if you haven’t tried either one?”

“Uh, hello?” I made an obscene up-and-down gesture with my fist. Mindy rolled her eyes, slapping my hand out of sight of the other early-morning drinkers.

“Guys are so gross.” She sipped her drink, casting her gaze to the bar, where the morning wait staff conversed. She was checking out “Alex.” He wasn’t our server, but he was the only male on staff.

“If we’re so gross, why can’t you take your eyes off of us?”

Min’s eyes shifted back to me, giving me a look that said, “You’re, like, so annoying.” “I’m looking at him. He’s got a nice ass.” She licked her lips, laser gaze on Alex’s unsuspecting tush.

“What’s wrong with mine?”

“Too small. I like something I can grab.” It was her turn to make an obscene hand gesture, just as “Lily” arrived with our lunch grub.

Mindy pretended to get a text, even as our server studiously avoided making eye contact, dropping our plates in front of us, and bee-lining for the safety of the other waiters. We giggled as she left, then got to the business of eating our first meal of the day.

It was just past 11:30 when we made our way to street level and started to wander. The market was across the street, so that became our destination.

“Okay,” Mindy began again, determined to sort this out once and for all. “If you’re gay, but you haven’t actually sealed the deal with a man, don’t you owe it to yourself to at least try once? With a woman?”

“That’s a pretty pathetic attempt to get me in bed,” I replied, feigning interest in some indigenous art being displayed out the back of an old pickup. I ignored the slap on my shoulder, instead picking up a wooden sculpture of some sort of bird-dog. It was actually pretty neat. Unfortunately, I didn’t have cash, and the market vendors rarely accepted a credit card. It was a wonder markets were still a thing in this day and age. I smiled an apology to the artist, gently replacing her work on the tailgate of her truck.

“What I’m saying, smartass, is that you owe it to yourself to explore all the options.”

“And what I’m saying is that I already know. Well, I’m pretty sure, anyways.” s**t—I just gave her an opening!

And sure enough, Min leaped on it. “Wait. What are you saying?” We shuffled down the row, so as not to traumatize the old woman artist.

“Well…you know when you surf porn—”

“No, I do not know,” she asserted.

“Whatever. Everybody does it.” I forestalled her with a raised palm. “You come across all sorts of stuff, right? Stuff you’re not actually looking for?”

“O-kaaaay…” She was humoring me for the moment, but the set of her shoulders told me she was not keen on this line of thought. I kept walking—the fruit vendor in front of us glared suddenly as he caught some of our chatter.

“Well, I come across women from time to time, and…” Mindy’s body language was now screaming warning signs; I had to wrap this up. “Well, let’s just say I don’t automatically lose my—” I cleared my throat loudly “—mood when I see a guy and a girl going at it.” Whew! I took a deep breath. How the hell did I find myself saying this stuff out in public? Curiously, Mindy hadn’t said a thing yet. I looked at her, her long, loose bangs obscuring one thoughtful brown eye.

Thirty minutes and three shots of amaretto later, we were in her bedroom.

Look—I can hear you say it—girl, what were you thinking? Well, I actually had thought it through in the half hour it took us to find our way to her childhood bedroom while her mom was off at work.

Here’s the deal: I was turning twenty this fall. I’d just finished my first year at college, and was spending the summer living on campus rather than going back home. I worked four nights a week at the campus pool; the rest of the time, I hung out with Mindy.

Oh, and I was a virgin.

Like, completely and totally. Never felt up anyone, never slipped my tongue into anyone’s mouth. I wasn’t weird or anything; I was just…shy? Introverted? From a boring, conservative coastal town? And probably gay. And about to prove that very point in the next few minutes.

Mindy patted the spot on her bed next to where she sat. We both laughed—partly at the cliché’d nature of the situation, and partly from amaretto-induced light-headedness. I sat next to her, my right shoulder touching her left. I gazed around her room. Hello Kitty paraphernalia adorned the walls, and the color pink predominated the décor.

Mindy lived in residence during the school year. Nevertheless, neither her mom nor she had any inclination to redecorate her childhood room. The two of them had issues about letting go of stuff, but this isn’t Mindy’s story, so I’ll just leave it at that.

I felt a pair of fingers tiptoe across my right thigh and I shut my eyes tight. Here we go.

The first few kisses were light—just little pecks. Testing the waters, you might say. I planted tender, moist lip-prints as I explored her face: her chin, the tip of her nose, her velvet-smooth dimpled cheeks. Peripherally, I was aware of a twitching in my pants—my guy was waking up. I found my way to her lips, using mine to tug ever-so-gently on them.

To my virgin astonishment, I continued to get aroused. Blood flooded my face, my member; my breath shortened, coming in little gasps. I was turned on by a woman! I was happy to just roll with it. Maybe Mindy had been right all along?

Then she launched her attack.

She grabbed me by both ears, wrenching my face toward hers. Her tongue surged past my unprepared lips, penetrating through the portcullis of my teeth, filling my mouth with warm, fleshy wetness. I nearly choked on the spot.

The thought it’s so big! raced through my mind as I struggled to present a defense. Blood flow to my member ceased immediately, confused suddenly by signals from my under-siege brain. Finally, I was able to mobilize my own tongue, struggling to force hers out. It only made her more aggressive. She swiveled to face me, squeezing in closer, even as my back arched away. I groaned, but not with passion. There was a thick, slimy worm of flesh invading my mouth, and it wasn’t blowing my mind. Wow—if this is kissing, it sorta sucks.

Mercifully, I toppled over backward, dislodging the enormous annelid. Mindy sucked in a breath, looking flushed and primed for more action, whipping her leg over the top of my prone form. In a bit of a blur, my shirt flew off, followed quickly by my shorts and boxers. Somehow, there was still life in my p***s, and Mindy took that for an invitation. She dove deep onto my semi-hard c**k, giving it what for. What followed wasn’t unpleasant, admittedly. My body definitely signaled its appreciation for her ministrations. But then came my turn to reciprocate.

She’d stripped off her panties, and rolled onto her back with her legs spread, inviting me in. Oh, my God. Without pausing to think, I went right in. A women’s anatomy had never piqued my interest, so I didn’t exactly have a roadmap of where to go. I set my tongue loose and let it do its thing, squeezing my eyes shut in the process. Immediately, I was assailed by the taste and the smell. Uh oh, I thought, willing my gag reflex to settle. Let’s just get through this in one piece. Soon, my shortness of breath was due to dizziness rather than smokin’ hot passion. I had to stop. I just felt…lost down here. This was not where I belonged.

I came up for a quick breath of fresh air, but Mindy was having none of it. She wrapped her legs around my torso and, WWE-style, whipped me onto my back. Another groan slipped out of my mouth, even as mounds of flesh descended upon me, instantly suffocating me. I opened my mouth, and I think a n****e slipped in. I was sucking on a breast. This is the last straw.

“Good lord in heaven—stop, stop, STOP!” I muffled loudly. She immediately pulled off, looking at me, panting heavily. My chest was heaving in kind, but for a different reason.

“Wha—?” She moaned, matted hair hanging down from her flushed face. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, straining to control my roiling stomach.

“That’s enough, Min. Get off me, please.” I pushed at her, and she complied, rolling onto the bed next to me. Through sweaty eyelashes, I looked at her naked form. I swear to God, I loved the girl, but I just wasn’t programmed to respond to her lady bits. I. Was. Gay.

“You’re really gay.” It was sort of a question, but mostly a confirmation. She could see it in my horrified eyes. In my now-flaccid d**k. She looked downcast for an instant but had the grace to quickly mask it. “So now we know.”

“Yep.”

“You want another drink?”

“Yes, gawd.”