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SEBASTIAN EMBRACES HIS SEXUALITYAn Imaginary Homoerotic StorybyJasonThis is the second of a series of short stories each of which can be read as a stand-alone piece. However, as they tied together by some of the characters, who, in one way and another, figure in several of these tales, I recommend my readers to read them in the order in which they were written which is as follows:-1. Sebastian's Schooldays2. Sebastian Embraces His Sexuality3. Sebastian ? The Male Escort4. Sebastian Meets Simon5. Simon and Sebastian6. Simon and Sebastian Meet Chris7. Simon and Sebastian in San FranciscoPART 1CHAPTER 1In July 2010 I left Sheldon School aged eighteen and a half.** Sheldon had no career's master or advisor and did not seem interested in what any of us would do once our schooldays were over.* We all left Sheldon with or without our high school diploma, as the case may be and as far the powers that be of that establishment were concerned, that was that.However, although I left Sheldon highly experienced sexually thanks to my relationship with Charlie Tennant, one of my classmates, I was nevertheless still an anal virgin, a fact which bothered me considerably. Although I had shafted Charlie innumerable times, I found it hard to imagine what it would be like to take another guy's cock up my own arse. It was something I knew I had, somehow, to come to terms with, but how? *I tried once to figure how many times I had shafted Charlie, and it was into the hundreds over the year and a half I had been fucking him.* I realised that I was what must have been the junior butt fucker the year at Sheldon; but for my sins, I have to admit that I had enjoyed every minute of it.* I do not know who coined the maxim: "fucking is a toy which never fails to please"; but he was spot on!* So, here I was quitting school, pushing nineteen years of age, so what next?As you can well imagine, in view of the remote relationship I had had all my life with my guardian, Aunt Agatha, I had personally not the slightest idea of what I was going to do; moreover, I had no idea of what I myself wanted to do.* I had not been a particularly clever pupil at school and had scraped through the various public examinations which all pupils undergo during their school careers and came away from Sheldon with a high school diploma which, frankly, I had obtained by the skin of my teeth. In short, even with no guidance from any of the Sheldon staff, I had already realised that I was not college material, although no one had ever discussed my life after Sheldon with me.During my final months at the school, as I grew into manhood, it had become increasingly clear to me that I was a confirmed homosexual: a gay, as the common parlance puts it.* I have said earlier that I had known about my own sexual orientation from a much earlier age, but my final term at Sheldon when I was having regular sex with a classmate, Charlie Tennant, served to consolidate this fact in my mind. *I realised that I just had to accept the fact that I had no interest in the opposite sex whatsoever and that my entire sexual thoughts, with which I was totally preoccupied at this time, were directed towards the male sex.* So here I Haramidere escort bayan (http://haramidere.t2bro.net) was, knowing that I was gay but with no sexual experience at all beyond the circumscribed limits of Charlie Tennant's anus and with no idea what I should now do in life. And moreover, although it was Charlie who had first talked me into fucking him, he never showed the slightest inclination to share his own cock with me. So I left school as an experienced butt-fucker, but an anal virgin!As I told you earlier, I had always excelled at athletics and had been a keen gymnast, with the result that by the time my eighteenth birthday arrived, I had developed a fine muscular physique, far better than that of any of my classmates. Additionally, I had been endowed by nature with a larger than average cock.* In my final sixth months at Sheldon, I had spent a lot of my spare time in the gym, working out and building up my physique, so that by the time I left that establishment, I had a magnificently muscular body and a thick, eight-inch-long cock, which had my classmates green with envy.My cock was, in fact, my pride and joy, for I had been cleanly circumcised at birth, with the result that my cock head, or knob as I call it, was very pronounced and set off to perfection with an excellent, clearly defined rim. All in all, my sexual equipment looked absolutely terrific. My balls were held high, tight to my body beneath my shaft, so that the vital combination of my man-meat and balls, formed one magnificent, cannon-like tool, of which I was inordinately proud. I just loved looking at myself naked in a mirror. I am, I suppose, an utter narcissist; but who cares? We are all what we are and have to live with ourselves as we are; I suppose that sounds a bit trite, but there it is; at least that is the way I see it myself.Given my sexual orientation, I had also spent a good deal of time surfing the internet during my final months at Sheldon.* I hate to think what the Prick (that's the nickname for the beloved (!) Headmaster: one Mr Woodderowffe Price) would have done to my arse with his rod if he had found out how I spent my spent my spare time on the computer.Suffice it to say that by the time I left Sheldon, there was little I thought I did not know about the behaviour of gay men, a fraternity to which I realised that I would, sooner or later, have to belong.* In short, I was theoretically fully aware of what my future life would be as a totally committed gay, but I had not the slightest idea of how I was to enter into the gay world to which I knew I belonged.So I left Sheldon School and returned for the first time in years, to my Aunt Agatha's house in Boston: I really had nowhere else to go, so it had to be my first port of call.* Of course, I was now of age, pushing nineteen years old, so that my aunt, my only living relative, was no longer my guardian; I was, so to speak, my own man, and could do as I pleased.Aunt Agatha received me with little enthusiasm and it was then that I learned from her that I had, in fact, to my name a sum of some ten thousand dollars, which was all that remained of the patrimony which I had inherited on Escort İkitelli (http://ikitelli.t2bro.net) the death of my parents.* I have to say, that I had had no idea that I had inherited anything from my parents, but it now transpired that I had been the beneficiary of a quite sizeable sum, which Aunt Agatha had thoughtfully used to pay for my schooling and upkeep at Sheldon. *So, in fact, since the age of two when my parents had been killed in the automobile accident, my dear aunt had paid all the expenses for my entire life out of my inheritance, of which I was now left with the small residual sum of around ten thousand dollars. Aunt Agatha had not spent a single dime of her own money on me during my entire life.* The old trout was quite open about what she had done and handed me a detailed account as to how my money had been spent over the past sixteen years, which even included paying for the lunches to which she had taken me on her visits four times a year to Sheldon.To her credit though, every last thing was broken out in detail. In fact, Aunt Agatha, dried-up old prune that she was, was evidently an account manqué as she knew exactly where my inheritance had gone; and so now did I! She turned out to have been an absolute skinflint; even the small presents she had sent me for Christmas and my birthdays over the years, turned out to have been paid for with my own money; neatly itemised, I might add.So, with no warm feelings, of any kind at all, towards Aunt Agatha and without a clue what I was going to do, I packed my few belongings together, bought a train ticket to New York and, the next day, left Aunt Agatha and Boston forever.* I neither kissed her goodbye nor did I thank her for looking after me, which she had manifestly not done; I just took what was left of my inheritance and left.* I vowed, there and then, to myself that I would never ever treat anyone with such remote disdain as she had treated me: so there was at least one lesson I had learned from the old trout!CHAPTER 2I really had no idea what I was going to do in Manhattan. I had my patrimony in the form of the ten thousand dollars which my aunt had handed over to me and so I was not immediately destitute, but I was sufficiently worldly to realise that I had to find a job as my cash would not last long.* Anyway, I had to find somewhere to live and after a few nights in a cheap hotel and studying the property to-let adverts in the papers, I found myself a small, furnished, two-room apartment with a kitchen and bathroom in a non-too-salubrious street on the Lower West-Side of the city.I was able to rent the place on a monthly basis, so if things did not work out I could leave pretty quickly. All in all, it was a pretty grotty sort of place, but with cash tight I felt I had not much option. But at least I could afford it and I had a roof over my head whilst I got my bearings in this, to me, hitherto unknown city. *I also acknowledged to myself that without a regular job generating some steady income, my ten thousand dollars would soon be gone, so finding gainful employ was a top priority, but what?* What, I asked myself, could I offer any prospective employer? My high Çapa escort (http://capa.t2bro.net) school diploma was literally a useless piece of paper as far as I could see.I splashed out and bought myself a laptop computer. One thing I had learned at Sheldon via the computer lab was that life was much easier with access to the Internet; so I now had the means to conduct my first orientation searches.* What I quickly found out was that gays were super-well catered for at every level in New York life and so I started exploring a few bars to see what gay life was like in the city in the hope that I might get to know a few guys. *As I have already explained, I knew that I was totally and unequivocally gay, and I felt, from my surfing of gay-male sites on the internet that I knew the sort of things gay men got up to with each other, but I had no practical experience beyond Charlie's arsehole; in brief I was still nineteen-year-old anal virgin who had had one and only one sex partner to date!** But, one thing was sure; I really did know how to fuck butt and I reckoned that I had a cock big enough to satisfy even the most demanding of arses!My sexual urges were now so strong that I could hardly live with myself, and so, like so many others before me, I relieved my frustrations by regularly jerking off.* Unfortunately, my brief visits to gay bars did little for me, for I soon realised that as a meeting place for like minds, such bars were not for me; they all seemed so very seedy and I could not see myself making friends with the sort of guys who frequented such places; and as for picking up a partner in such locations; well just forget it; I could see that it was never going to happen. *I began to ask myself if I was not just a snob; was I simply being too picky?* But I somehow could not see myself ever becoming part of that scene, so what next? I realised that my cock desperately needed some exercise with a third party, but at the same time, I had to acknowledge to myself that I was incredibly scared of taking the first step in what was the real world. I suddenly realised just how much I missed the proximity of Charlie and being able to fuck him and that I had to find a new partner as soon as possible.I also had to face up to the fact that sooner or later I would have to surrender my anal virginity to someone and let him, whoever he was, ream out my hole. Frankly, in spite of my own clearly defined sexuality, I was terrified at the thought of that first time, when another guy's cock would enter my body.For that matter, even though I was fully experienced at fucking butt: one single butt: Charlie Tennant's butt, I asked myself how I would take the first step and stick my cock up the anus of some unknown guy.* I felt I knew all about fucking butt, but when I analysed my feelings more deeply, I realised that I had no idea at all of how I would feel or perform when confronted for the first time with an unknown anus; and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. *It was not the same as with Charlie and could never be the same. I was shit scared as I knew that I really didn't have a clue about the real gay world in which my future undoubtedly lay. Charlie had been the one who had originally come on to me, that day when we were alone in the showers and proposed that I fuck his hole and I had never given any thought as to how I would find an alternative harbour into which to dock my cock now that Charlie was but a memory: and a fast disappearing one at that, I might add.