Gary
Phillips' Second ComingThis is the second installment of GHP's coming out story.
See the first installment, "My Day on the Farm."
| By G. H Phillips Copyright 2003 From my childhood stories titled, "The Rope, the Spinning Carnival Ride, and a few other things." These are all true stories of actual events in my life and are written to the best of my memory. There are a few events, which I consider as part of the "coming out" phase of my life. This series of events took place a year or so before my first real boyfriend and was kind of a turning point for me, sexually and mentally. I had begun to experience what sex actually really was… *** During our lives, we meet some people we'll never forget; Bill and George are two great guys that fit very neatly into that position, actually many positions. In 1977, at 18 years of age, I joined the "American Theater Organ Society" or ATOS for short. This group was a wonderful way to get out and meet people. I had always been a very shy kind of guy, but joining this group gave me the chance to get out and meet people, play the organ (the real one with actual pipes{!}) and even play an intermission or two in one of the theaters. Yup, I got out and found that there was more to life than working and bowling. I made many friends from the ATOS, many of which I kept right up till they passed away. One of these older men was named Don. Don was a very interesting guy and very talented in many areas. He, as I found out, was also gay, imagine that, someone just like me; boy was I learning stuff. He became very friendly with my family and came over quite often, when he was in the area. Even though he lived some 90 miles away, his mother lived not more than 10 miles from our house. We even went up there for Christmas Eve in 1980…the first Christmas we spent without my younger brother. We had a wonderful night with both him and his mother. Don was a great guy, always willing to help out. Well, moving up to January of 1981…One time he asked me if I could transport something for him from his place of work, to his mother's house. Since he had always been very nice to me, and I had a truck, I didn't hesitate to say I would. Well, much to my joy, he didn't just have the transportation of this rather large crate on his mind… Don worked in a major computer facility, so after we loaded the crate, he gave me a tour of the place. Since he had the run of the place, I got a very through one. He performed all kinds of demonstrations of the various printers, tape and disc drives and the extremely fast line printers. I was fascinated! I was even more fascinated when I came around one of the corners and spotted out in the middle of the terminal room, a very cute and sexy looking young man. He had very black hair and seemed to be cheerful looking. I stopped in my tracks…Don smiled and continued on with is demonstration… now this printer does this and that… my mind was a million miles away, away with this beautiful young man. I couldn't help but stare at him. Once he caught me, he smiled rather warmly; I immediately started building major woodage! Eventually we ended up in the disc and tape drive rooms. This room was filled with panels and cabinets filled with blinking lights and switches. Don turned one of the cabinets off and opened it for me so I could see the wiring. There were thousands of wires in this cabinet, but all I could think of was how could I go and meet this very cute guy. At this point I can very clearly remember throwing a rod in my pants, thinking of him. Remember; I was 21 years old and horny as a toad with three peckers! My mind raced a thousand miles per hour thinking of a way to meet him, and when we got up from looking into the cabinet, low and behold, he was standing behind me. Oh my goodness, I all but fainted, rod in my pants and all. Little did I know that Don had this all arranged for me to meet Bill and George! We chatted for some time, then Don had to get back to work so he told Bill if he would be kind enough to escort me out (a real smoothie, huh?) He did and I thought I'd jump him in the hall, but, being a boy with much class, I didn't. Actually, I was far too scared to do anything. As we walked out of the facility, Bill handed me a piece of paper with a phone number on it… I will never forget Don coming from out of no where, and standing outside my truck (in 15∞ temperature no less) asking if I got a number! Well, I said YES as a matter of fact, I did! I cannot explain how I felt on the way home that night. It was around a 50-mile journey, and I as on cloud 9 the whole way! I don't remember one minute of it. I kept thinking, what was going to happen? I had feelings that I hadn't had before, intense feelings of something…but what? I didn't sleep very well that night, even though I had delved into that art of fantasizing that so many young men do. Finally, I did go to sleep. All week my mother noticed I was so happy; I noticed I was happy too. Of course, I called the number the next night, which was a Saturday. We ended up making plans for meeting them for dinner on their break from work on Tuesday; they were working 2nd shift. I was on pins and needles for the next few days waiting, waiting and more waiting. Finally it was Tuesday and I headed down for dinner with my two newly made gay friends, I was so excited. I drove very carefully so as not to get tickets or anything. We had a nice dinner; we hit it off very well. They both asked me if I had plans for the coming weekend and if I would like to visit. I about dropped off the chair…these two cuties wanted me to stay with them! Well, we made the plans and I left them, but not before they both gave me a kiss right in the parking lot of the diner. Oh, this Gay stuff is weird, I thought at the time… The rest of the week dragged on and on and on, but eventually Friday night came. I met them and was to follow them to their home, which was around 30 miles away. George suggested that Bill drive with me so I wouldn't get lost. This proved to be a very warming experience, as the windows of the car became very fogged up with our excitement. We both laughed at that. Now, like all young guys, I was horny, no doubt about it. I wasn't new to sex, not new at all. This was to be different, this was with people I knew already, and was to become close friends with. What was going to happen? How would this work? I had so many questions. One thing was for sure; I was going to get some answers. I remember having something to drink, we chatted for a while then at some point, Bill went and got a scrapbook he was working on. It had so many pictures of them and others. There were some rather funny pictures too. One creation was a picture of Anita Bryant with a bunch of cocks that were cut from skin mags and glued in the book, all of them pointing at her face. A few of them were even ejaculating on her; I thought that a very fitting picture, and would gladly pay to have it now. There were pictures of a gay football player the name of which I've long forgotten. He came out in 1980, causing quite a stir in football circles. I remember thinking he was very hot looking; I've always had a thing for football players. Sometime shortly after that, we ended up going to the bedroom; perhaps it was part of a tour of the house. I was nervous, to say the least. I remember very clearly standing between the both of them, and Bill sat and then laid back on the bed, I turned to George, and he said, "I think he needs a little mouth to mouth resuscitation." I turned to Bill and when I turned back, I saw George was thinking about turning to leave the room; I grabbed his hand holding him from going. I also remember thinking how interesting the headboard of the bed looked… Boy, I was so nervous, I was actually shaking. That Friday night in January 1981 will never be forgotten. We had gone to bed rather late to begin with, but it was getting light when we finally fell asleep. I had found out so much about myself on that California king sized bed. I was so turned on to these two guys, and never thought of it as a three-way, as we would call it today. Actually, I don't know what I called it then; I was too in the throws of ecstasy to think about it. All I knew was that these two guys liked me a lot and thought enough of me to include me in their bed. That made me feel so good in side… and, well, the sex weren't bad either! I met them at the beginning of the Aids crisis, so we knew nothing of safe sex. We did it all, and many times that night. Well, almost all, I remained a virgin in that I never got screwed in those many bedtime sessions we had over the next few months. I had also found out that weekend that was (still am) a cuddler. I can think of nothing that felt as good as being between those two hot guys, sleeping. What was even better was we woke up in the morning (it was getting light when we turned out the light in the bedroom) and did it all over again. Remember, I was 22 at the time, and always ready for action. I went home that weekend with a lot of things to think about. What was to become of me? Was I going to meet someone that had what they had, a nice house, love, and a beautiful dog… I drove up the Parkway, with the promises of many other visits, which there were, by the way. Honestly, I think I wore them both out. Now, the problem came up when I tried to equate in my mind that these guys were friends, "playing friends" as I would call them now. I really didn't have anyone of my own… It was a whole year plus before I met my first boyfriend, and yes, I did loose my (anal) virginity, to a very hot looking and fiery tempered Colombian guy, but that story has already been told. What became of Bill and George? We drifted apart for some reason. I guess my new boyfriend helped that, for one thing he was very jealous. I did see them in 1991 as my now lover and husband and I went to see them during Christmas time. What ever was there was gone. I felt nothing in the way of a spark. I guess we grow up and move on. They did offer me the chance to "join" the family, which meant actually all of us being married of sorts. Perhaps I should have excepted this, but being an immature 22-year old, perhaps I got tired of them, I don't really know. I think about them often. I think of all the things that they taught me. They showed me there was more to sex then just the general act of getting off. They say you can never go back, I agree. Still, I will occasionally take that trip down the Parkway of my mind and I am there, warm and cuddly. Thanks Don, and George and Bill, I'll never forget you. All written material copyright of Gary H Phillips, and cannot be used in any form without express written permission from the author. |