Date: Tue, 02 May 2000 13:03:10 CDT From: this dude Subject: That Hunk This is a true story that happened to me years back when I was in the middle of adolescence. When I was 14 I lived with my mom and sister in apartments. We lived in Texas then. They were old apartments that let you live there cheaply if you were on a fixed income, government owned. My mom worked all day until dinner time, and my sister was always off at her boyfriend's about a mile away. I was going through a loner stage. I'd be perfectly content to stay at home and read or listen to the radio, or my favorite pastime, watching TV. It was the summer of 1982, and quite hot. Too hot to go outside much. Basically, I was alone in the apartment in the daytime, and spent a lot of time jacking off and fantasizing. Sometimes, when it got dark, I'd walk around outside and to a field that was between the apartments and a convenience store. One night, I was out walking and cut through the same field. I was horny, as always. I decided to jack off in the dark. After that time, I started experimenting and would take off more clothes each time I jacked it in the dark. I started walking around nude in the field on the bike trails that had been made by kids riding through the field over time. Far beyond the field was a neighborhood, but not close enough to see me. The last time I did this, I was walking around with my dick out in the moonlight, and someone whistled. I freaked! I ran like hell back to the apartments. I hoped it was not anyone that lived around us. Slowly my fear subsided, and I forgot about it. At around the same time, I had started talking to a Hispanic guy that lived upstairs. When he moved in, I saw his wife and baby a lot, but later I never saw them again. His name, I discovered was Mario. He must have been close to 30. He had a buzzcut, and was always in jeans and a tight white undershirt or other tank top. He had that "lowrider" look. He had a thick accent, but was understandable. He had a rough face, but nice smile and eyes. Eventually, out of extreme boredom, I would sit on the stairwell in front of our door, the one leading to his apartment upstairs. He'd come home and chat with me. Finally, one day, he invited me in. Now, I had definitely realized I was attracted to guys, but mainly to the ones my age, like the jocks at school. He got out a beer and jokingly asked if I wanted one. Fearing my mom'd discover me, I just said no thanks. I was always staring at his chest, which was really nice. He was not a big guy in height, but had a nice toned upper torso. I found out his wife had gone back to Mexico to take care of her sick mother. I think he was having women on the side from the way he joked about getting some pussy and would ask me if I had done it yet. I started going up to his apartment a lot. There was often a smokey smell, which I know now was weed. I thought maybe he was drunk, but of course he was a little high. One day, he came to the door in a towel. He was talking on the phone and motioned for me to come in. His towel was small and stopped at the top of his knees and had a slit up the side. I was entranced in watching him. I always had a hard on around him. When he got off the phone, he took the towel off and started drying his hair. I was speechless. Here he was drying himself off totally naked and talking to me like it was no big deal. He noticed I was embarrassed, and said, "Hey man, we're both men" and laughed. Then he said, "You didn't act too embarrassed walking in the field with your dick out one night." I was mortified. All I could think of was him telling my mom or sister what I'd done. Then he told me he liked to be naked too, that his wife didn't approve of him going around the apartment naked. I relaxed. Then he asked if it were cool that he just stayed naked. I said sure, of course. The next time I came over he was naked. This time there were some porn mags on a table. I'd seen him cover something up before and realized he'd tried to hide them once before on another visit. He saw me eyeing them and tossed one over. I started to look at it and as usual was hard. He told me I had my usual hardon, which again embarrassed me. He said, that's cool, man. Then he started playing with his own dick. He told me I should do it too. I was then very modest and didn't like to undress in front of anyone. He came over and pretended to roughhouse with me and finally pulled off my shirt. Finally, I took everything off. He said, "It feels good being naked, huh?" I meekly nodded, yeah. He surprised me and knelt down and started sucking on my dick. I did have a little pubic hair then, but my dick was pretty much fully formed. I came after a minute or so. I never felt that good when jacking off. Now, at that time, I'd only seen one or two real life penises before in person, so I was now concentrating on his dick. He pulled me over and told me to touch it. He lay back while I explored his entire body. I was in heaven. He got out some cooking oil from the kitchen and rubbed it on his dick. He showed me how to jack him off. He lay back with his arms behind his head and watched TV while I did this for about half an hour. Finally he came all over his stomach. I came over two more times, but all we did was sit naked and watch TV, or he had me sit over him and give him a backrub while he lay on living room floor. School started, and we moved when my mom remarried. I drove my bike 4 miles to try to visit him one weekend after that, but when I knocked, some other person answered the door. They said they just moved in. I was crushed. I will never forget that hunk that gave me my first experience with a man.