The Pathfinder.

He seemed ashamed of his urges. I neither encourged them, nor condemned them. I simply provided an outlet to fulfill and express them, if he and others chose to. I will call him, "The Conflicted." He told me about how he had feelings towards his friend. He did not know if they were just his urges or if they were deeper feelings. Was it just his desire for cock, any cock, or was it just for his friend's? It can be so confusing. Added in are the pressures to ingore and suppress such desires, wherever they may come from. I could relate. It was a friend that first led me down my own path. He had expressed gay uges to me before, maybe he could sense them in me, too. I walked into his bedroom one morning to find him rolling out of the covers, completely nude. On his stomach, I was struck by how attractive I found his bare ass. I had never known, I had never seen a boy in this way. His tan lines framing his cute little, smooth butt. Then, he rolled over. His soft, beautiful cock came to rest against his thigh. His tight, smooth balls, full and inviting. Desires welled up in me. I had thought about moments like this, maybe even dreamed of them. Would I act on them? My urges, only explored in late night private fantasies, were brought to the surface.

Conflicted told me about how one evening, after a party, he could not fight off his desires. His judgement perhaps impaired, he could only think of one thing. Those urges can be so powerful. He found himself on his knees. Wonderfully filling his mouth with erect cock. Tasting the delicious flavor, feeling the amazing sensations. The thrill he felt in making that hard cock cum, giving him what he so secretly craved. Then, the guilt followed.

"Curious" was not dissimilar. At least not at first. His desires and his curious need to explore them led him to want to touch my nude body. Call it a massage, he started with me on my stomach. His trembling hands, his fingertips ran up my legs. His hands on my waist, rubbing my lower back, inching the towel that covered my ass, down. I could hear his heavy breathing. I could see the erection in his shorts, but it had to be his choice. So nervous, he finally filled his hands with me and I could hear him exhale. Squeezing, kneading my ass until he asked me to roll over. My own erection pushing the towel up, he let it fall to the floor. The tremble in his breath, the shaking of his hands. So nervous, but so driven. So filled with curious desire.

His journey started by watching porn. First, seeing beautiful, lust filled women sucking hard, gorgeous cocks. The look in their eyes, the passion, the satisfaction of making those cock's explode. Filling their mouths, covering their faces in warm, white jizz. The sights were oddly alluring to him. He wondered which of the two he would rather be.

"Fulfilled" was nervous, but realized his needs and his role quickly. Pleasuring and fulfilling men's needs, and getting his own pleasure from it. It started out rather innocent, just being close. Soon pressed up against each other, his head on my shoulder. I could feel his desire, a wonderful awakening of emotions. Moving his face closer, inching our mouths together. His need outweighing his nerves, he pressed his lips to mine. A flooding of held back lust, he kissed me deeply. Offering himself, telling me how badly he wanted me inside him. Fully nude now, his eyes locked onto mine as he guided me down on top of him. Another deep, open mouthed kiss, as he took my erection in his hand and rubbed the precum covered tip on his opening. Kissing, moving his hips, he guided my into him. A gasp and an exhale, his eyes went wide, then closed shut as my cock slid into him even deeper. His arms around me, my cock sank into his asshole.

Getting on top, he rode me, slowly grinding. His wonderful, sticky precum coated my stomach. His body shook, so close to orgasm. Behind him now, my hands gripping into his waist. His hands on mine, gripping them even tighter. A chorus of soft yes's, a melody of moans as our bodies slammed and slapped together. Pushing back, meeting my thrusts. Then a wonderful, voicing of his need, "Cum inside me, baby."

Fulfilled, like so many others, had watched porn. Going from straight, to shemale, to gay. He found himself drawn to the sissy videos, hypno and training videos. Amazing images of submissively sucking cock and anal sex. Yes, this is what he desired, truly desired. Fulfilled easily began to tell me what he craved, whispering in my ear, "I want your cum," and "I want you to fuck me." He found his role. His role as a self described, "Total Bottom."

I heard from Conflicted again. Again, those urges had come creeping back. As they always do. It was a simple request, but nothing more was needed. He asked if he could see me, again.

Would he hate himself in the morning, again? I did not know. It is his journey, his path. For the night, he was filled with passion. Eagerly embracing, passionately touching and soon, sucking. His big, stiff cock told me know he craved this. Yet, there is always that moment when need overcomes all else. As I had discovered years earlier, seeing my friend nude in his bed, the urges can be overwhelming. The effects undeniable. Seeing him, being nude with him and the pleasures we discovered togehter made me so hard and turned on. Harder than I had ever been with a girl. It was undeniable, but I could not tell him that. He had to realize it for himself.

He had come to see me for his needs, but I had them, too. Young, fit and hung, I wanted to show him how erotic this kind odf sexual encounter could be. Nude, on his back, I rubbed and caressed his inner thighs, I kissed them, making his big, wonderful cock bounce and throb. I touched and kissed the sensitive areas around his cock, but still did not touch it. My finger tips across his chest and over his nipples, he was already breathing hard. I brought my mouth to them, licking and sucking them. He let out a soft moan. I rubbed them and moved my mouth to his bare neck. Kissing it, he turned his face towards me. His eyes closed, his lips ready, a soft embrace. A deep sigh escaped him. Clearly a release. Another kiss and the touching of our tongues as I pulled on and pinched his nipples. His body was almost quivering, but the next move had to be his. I whispered to him, "What to you want to do next?"

He didn't speak, but moved with purpose. The need, the hunger can be so strong, especially in young, passionate men. Being apart of that experience can be intoxicating. The pleasure of it, giving and getting. There was almost an urgency to it all. The amazing feelings, sensations and perhaps, realization. His lips ran down the length of my erect and throbbing shaft. I wanted to let out an encouraging, "Yes!" But, I refrained. Wonderfully, he let out a moan of his own. A sigh, as if so much pressure and fantasy was suddenly released. Soft moans as he slid his cock filled lips up and down me. Holding my balls with his hand, pulling on them, caressing them. Trying to please them, that I knew. Sucking my harder now, so wonderfully eager. He could of asked me to suck him, to make him cum, he could of asked for anything, but he wanted this most. His warm, wet mouth, his moans, I could feel my orgasm building. I told him in a low, soft voice, "I'm gonna cum." He had to know that he could stop if he wanted too. That he could taste my cum or not, that it was his choice. My breathing was heavy, but a little exaggerated, letting him know. I came and finally allowed myself to let out a satisfying moan. My cum spilled out the sides of his mouth, yet he did not pull away. He continued to suck me and greedily swallow my cum.

So many emotions, so many memories came flooding back of my own early first few, experiences. My nude friend on his bed. How his first, bold step led to so much more. Exploring forbiddeen pleasures. The thrill and excitement of it! Pressing my face between his firm, little ass cheeks. Tasting his hole, as sweet as candy. Young, fit, lean sexy bodies, very quickly we learned the pleasure of pressing them together. Oh, our cocks would get so hard. Unsatiable, unquenchable lust and curious desires. Cumming several times a day, together. There would be no form of pleasure or sex that we did not explore, together. Camping out on the beach, only to discover another boy so very close when we woke up. Had he watched us the night before? How had he found us? Perhaps by chance, perhaps by wonderful luck. It would be our first kiss. Backed up the the bushes, somewhat out of sight. We sat up, both nude. Our young cocks so very much recharged and ready for more. There was no doubt as to this young strangers intention. As we sat back on our elbows, he kneeled down between us. As amazing for him as for us, it would seem. He stroked us both, making us instantly rock hard. He didn't even look around before taking turns sucking us. Even in the cool morning air, he wore shorts, making it easy for him to pull them to the side and free is breathtaking cock. It had such weight, so girthy as it became hard and rested on the sand. We were all smiles, looking at each other in disbelief. That was when the moment seemed just right. It seemed to strike us both at the same time. Our smiles turned to looks of lust, both feeling it, both wanting it. Slowly at first first him, then me. Small, unsure, feeling out motions, by both of us, until our lips meet and we kissed like lovers.

I wondered were Conflicted journey might led him. Might he find someone wonderful to explore and express deeper desires with? I hadn't realized it, but he was so turned on that he had made himself cum, also. His semi-erect dick wet and dripping. I took it in my hand and he trembled and shook. He was still so sensitive! I knew then that it must of been such an incredible orgasm for him. Before he left, he asked if he could come back to see me again, soon. Of course, I told him yes. He knew now that he could not deny his feelings and urges any longer. He was no less masculine, no less a man, it was only his sexual desires that some might consider feminine. To each his own, we all have our own desires, our own path.