Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2011 12:01:25 -0500
From: stuartboy49@yahoo.com
Subject: Figuring Things Out

I had just turned 18 one month before.  I worked the whole summer throwing
hay so I was pretty fit with long curly red hair. As far as I knew I was
perfectly straight. I jerked off several times a day to relieve the tension
that always seemed to be building in my balls.

My sister had offered to sell me her old car, cheap. She lived in a large
city in upstate New York, about 200 miles away. I took the bus to her house
and planned on staying for a day and then heading back with my new car.

My sister left for work early in the morning and I had a whole day to
myself in a real city.  After hanging about in her apartment watching TV
for most of the morning I decided to head out and see what the streets had
to offer.

I turned in the direction of downtown and started walking. It was a hot day
and I quickly became drenched in sweat. After about 8 blocks I came to an
adult bookstore. I nervously went into the air-conditioned interior and
began to look around.  I had never seen anything like this before.  I was
looking at the straight porn and of course immediately sprang an erection
(even then I was over 7 inches).

This dude started to follow me around and lick his lips. Being an
18-year-old virgin I hightailed it out to of the store. I continued walking
down the street, which would have been fine except I had this problem in my
pants, a very obvious, hard cock that just wasn't going to deflate anytime
soon.

I soon came to a traffic triangle in the middle of the city's downtown. It
was noon and people were rushing by in all directions. Feeling too obvious,
I stopped and readjusted myself so my cock was pointing straight up, which
meant the tip was above my waist under my shirt.

I headed for a crosswalk and started to cross. Suddenly this guy was
walking next to me.  He was about my height, mid thirties, with curly brown
hair, and a mustache.  He said hi.  I said hi back and then he slowed down
and asked if I had ever been to Ralph's.  I told him I had never heard of
the place.

He explained that it was a men's bar and asked what I thought of that. I
was a little clueless and said, "I don't know it might be fun."  I was
thinking I might get a free drink or something.  As we walked along, he was
explaining that he was an artist. He sort of sidled in front of me and
surreptitiously rubbed his hand on my dick head through my shirt. I almost
came right there.

He offered to help me with my problem.  I don't know why, but I said okay.
He led me down an alley and across several more streets.  We came to an
unmarked door with stairs inside.  As I climbed up the stairs to the second
floor with my bulging crotch leading the way he followed behind and rubbed
my butt.  I was so nervous I was speechless.

There was a blonde, shirtless guy at what looked like a ticket booth at the
top of the stairs. My friend stepped up to the window and paid for a room
and we were given two towels. We walked down a hallway past a group of guys
in towels to our room.

Once inside, with the door closed, my "friend" turned to me and gave me a
long slow deep kiss.  I could not believe what it felt like to kiss someone
with a moustache.  It was so much hotter than any of the girls I had kissed
and felt up in high school. I think I was hooked right then and there. His
hands were rubbing me everywhere.

He soon had my pants open and began running his tongue around inside my
foreskin, slurping up and down my shaft and sucking on my balls.  I started
to shake and he stopped.  "Don't come yet," he said.  "Lets make this
last."

He rose up and put my hands on his cock through his jeans. It felt so hot
and hard.  He groaned when I gave it a squeeze. He reached for my shirt and
quickly pulled it over my head. I undid the buttons on his shirt shakily as
he dove into my left armpit and began to slurp.  I leaned into him for
balance, as he continued moving across to nip and service my nipples.  I
was on another planet.

I began to fall over and he skillfully guided me onto the narrow leather
bed. He quickly removed my pants and his and lay down with his head to my
crotch. "Your red pubes are so hot", he said as he maneuvered his dick onto
my lips.

I was heading for outer space as he deep throated me.  I opened my mouth in
a groan and his cock slipped in. I soon was slurping and choking along
trying to duplicate what he was doing to me. He began to rub his finger
along my perineum, squeezing my balls on each pass.

Then it hit, I spit his cock out of my mouth and screamed as I shot wad
after wad down his throat.  I was shaking like a leaf and could not move
for several minutes.  When I finally did recover I tried to help him out as
well.  I must have been pretty bad because he soon drew me up into his arms
on the bed for some more kissing as he quickly finished himself off.

I remember feeling his body spasm and twitch as he came in my arms kissing
me the whole while. What a turn on and what a wonderful lover he was. There
is still nothing sexier to me than to kiss a man with a moustache.

 It was almost ten years later that I figured out that that "place" we went
to was a bathhouse.

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