Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2013 07:00:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Mulkey <bominog@yahoo.com>
Subject: BEING GAY, IN REDNECK U.S.A. PT 1: Tasting The Forbidden Fruit

BEING GAY, IN REDNECK U.S.A. PT 1: Tasting The Forbidden Fruit

     Any gay guy knows, that it ain't easy being gay sometimes. Even today,
in modern times, gay men tend to be shunned by more conventional society,
and it's even worse in a small southern town like the one I live in.
Although many "straight" guys had their first sexual experiences with
another guy, maybe even a distant cousin, most of them would never admit
it. Maybe they once played a game of truth or dare that got a little hot,
or let a buddy stroke him to see what it felt like to be touched by another
person, or maybe even sucked a little dick, or even had their first kiss
from another guy, most would never admit it.

     Who can blame them, when they've been told it was wrong, that it was
nasty. They wouldn't want to be called queer, or faggot. But I'd be willing
to bet, that most guys have some little fond memory somewhere in the back
of their minds, a memory of something forbidden that lies buried deep
inside, a memory that will go with them to their graves.

     I have several such memories, and I want to share them with you, and
tell my story of being gay in just such a small town. These are stories of
forbidden acts, some incest, and interracial love, stories about all the
guys in my life, all of whom I think of fondly. So take your cocks into
your hands, and enjoy, as I relive my sexual experiences. Please don't be
offended by any of it, because I was never forced into anything, I just did
what was natural and felt good to me, and I hope you enjoy my experiences
as much as I did!

     I knew from my adolescence that I liked other guys. I knew I was gay
before gay even made it's way into our vocabulary. At the time of my sexual
awakening, it was referred to as being queer. At the age of about 12, I had
my first experience with another guy. His name was Randy, and we had been
friends for as long as I could remember. He spent lots of time at my house,
and I spent just as much at his, and while sleeping over at his house for
the weekend, we discovered the pleasure of each other. Nobody told us what
to do, we just did it, and it was wonderful!

     He had a stack of old Penthouse and Hustler magazines he'd, taken from
his uncle, and we were in his bedroom looking at them, each of us stroking
our hard cocks, completely unembarrassed, as we had practically watched
each other grow up and develope, and it was perfectly natural to us. Even
at his age, Randy had an impressive piece of meat. His cock was at least 6
inches long, and really thick. I was kind of ashamed, that mine was not as
big, and have often wondered how big his finally got when he became a full
grown man.

     We wound up taking off all our clothes, and lay on his bed
masturbating, and I suggested that he jack me off, while I jacked him off.
This idea didn't seem to bother him at all, and that night, I touched my
first rock hard dick, and felt the wonderful hot feel of another guy's hot
hand around my own. Needless to say, it didn't take long, before both of us
were covered in hot, sticky cum, and the room was full of the scent of our
combined musk's, and I knew then that I wanted more.

     I had my first kiss that night, not even flinching as his open mouth
found mine, and our tongues clumsily danced together, and our hands
mutually explored never before touched hot flesh. My body was on fire, as
he kissed my chest, and licked my nipples with his tongue. I didn't even
know a nipple could get hard, but I found out that night that they could.
It was wonderful discovering the pleasure we were giving each other, and my
dick was rock hard again as he kissed his way down my stomach. I almost
exploded as his hot mouth found my cock, and my back arched involuntarily
as he took it into his mouth and began sucking it. It only took a few
strokes of his wet, and inexperienced mouth to make me to shoot again, and
he got his first taste of sperm. He swallowed it down greedily, and when I
tried to apologize for doing it, he assured me that it tasted wonderful.

     I wanted to do the same for him, but as I bent and tried to suck my
first cock, he giggled, and said it tickled. I tried several times, but bad
as I wanted to do it, and taste him, all he could do was laugh, and we were
making too much noise, so that experience for me had to come at another
time, with another guy.

     But still, it was beautiful to have had this forbidden experience with
him, and we slept in each other's arms that night, and I knew then that I
would experience this with every guy I could, and I didn't think that
anything so wonderful could be bad.

     Randy and I might have had a wonderful relationship at some future
time, but for one problem. He was very effeminate, and I worried that our
friendship might be taken for more than what it was, and I didn't want
everyone I knew calling me queer like they sometimes called him, and I
tended to run with a wilder crowd than he did, and we grew apart. Each of
us kept our forbidden acts that night a secret, though it had opened
something up in me, and I longed to experience it again.

     I turned 13 before I had my second experience with another guy, and
oddly enough, his name was also Randy. My experience with him was a double
taboo, because not only was it a so called forbidden act, he was also my
cousin!

     My grandmother's younger sister came up from Jacksonville Fl. To visit
for a week that summer, and she brought her three youngest children with
her. The two girls stayed at my grandmother's house, and their older
brother Randy stayed at our house. Randy was three years older than me, and
he was absolutely gorgeous! He was tall and thin, with rather long, shaggy
brown hair, and strikingly beautiful blue-green eyes. I developed an
immediate boy crush on him, and couldn't hardly wait to maybe get a glance
at what hung between his long, slender legs, and dreamed of doing to him
what I'd never done to my friend Randy.

     Not only was he hot to look at, he was definitely a man's man, and was
just the kind of guy I fantasized about, and the fact that he was my second
cousin didn't bother me at all. All day long the first day of their visit,
I anticipated being alone with him in my bedroom that night, where maybe I
could see more of his slim, muscular body, and my cock stayed hard most of
the day just thinking of him! Several times that day, he noticed me staring
at him, and always flashed me a smile when I'd quickly drop my eyes.

     That night, my dreams came true, and I found out Randy had noticed me
noticing him, and had a nice surprise for me. I was about to suck my first
cock, and taste my first taste of delicious hot cum, and discover that it
was everything I had dreamed of and more.

     After he showered that night, he came into my bedroom toweling his
hair, and my eyes poured over his shirtless torso, and my cock swelled as I
took in the happy trail of curly brown hair that ran down his stomach from
his navel to the top of his cut off shorts, which he casually stepped out
of and kicked to the side.

     I remember him standing there in nothing but a pair of blue briefs, my
eyes fixed on the open gap between his upper thigh and the stretched leg
opening of them. I had a full view of his ball sack, and the mass of curly
brown hair that sprouted above his cock, and my own cock was oozing sticky,
wet pre-cum as I imagined how big he was, and what it would feel like to
have him in my mouth, what it would taste like, and even what it would
smell like!

     I expected him to crawl into the other empty twin bed in my room, but
instead, he made his way towards my own. I realized my dream was about to
come true, when he climbed into my bed and straddled me, and pulled his
cock out of his underwear, and let it hang above my face. It was the most
beautiful sight I'd ever seen in my life, dangling there before my eyes,
half hard, and thicker than I'd ever imagined.

     He said, "I know you want to suck it you little queer, so go ahead!"

     He didn't have to tell me twice, and I took it in my hand and stroked
it. It felt hot to my touch as it began to swell, and lengthen to it's 8
inches, and I took it into my mouth and began to suck it like I'd been
doing it for years, taking as much of it into my mouth as I possibly could!
It felt so good, like a hard piece of steel.

     Even though I'd never sucked a dick before, I never gagged, and was
able to go all the way down on him, until the tip of my nose was being
tickled by his mass of pubic hair! His smell was wonderful to me, a mixture
of his musky cock, and Irish Spring soap. His hard thick flesh felt so good
in my mouth, and the salty taste of his pre-cum was the most delicious
thing I'd ever tasted!

     I ran my head up and down his long shaft, and loved the way his hand
pushed me down on him. I had the biggest orgasm I'd ever had yet, filling
my underwear with loads of sticky, hot cum, as I felt his burst into my
mouth. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever tasted, flowing in hot
spurts across my tongue, and I swallowed it all. He squeezed every drop of
it out for me, rubbing the head of his cock over my lips, forcing me to
savor his juice.

      I sucked his cock every night that week, letting him coach me, and
tell me what to do. I kissed and licked his balls, wanting even then to
taste the hot flesh of his exposed asshole, hoping he'd tell me to lick it,
wanting to do more with him, and for him.

     I even told him he could fuck me if he wanted to, but he knew I
wouldn't be able to take him, and he was probably right.

     I'd always had a fear of being called a queer, but I didn't mind him
calling me one, even found that it turned me on when he did, and I came to
relish his domination of me. I was sad to see his visit end, and I will
always remember our forbidden acts fondly. I think of him as sort of a
teacher, because he taught me how to suck a cock, and I've always been
pretty good at that since our time together.

     I only had one more experience with a guy before I graduated from high
school, though I yearned to have many more. His name was Wally, and it
happened at my house when we were alone there together one night, while my
parents were out playing cards with friends.

     Both of us were 15, and we were playing the age old game of truth or
dare. We were at that age when sexual frustration burned in all young men,
not old enough to drive and go out and party, but old enough to experiment,
and taste the forbidden fruit. Naturally our dares became more sexual in
nature, and It became a night of first experiences for both of us, as each
of us tried to come up with things for the other to do.

     He had never been kissed before, and he dared me to kiss him, and I
did so willingly, though he pulled away as my tongue found it's way into
his mouth. I'm sure he liked it, but wasn't comfortable having another guy
do it to him.

     I dared him to suck my dick, and he did for a few minutes until he got
a taste of my pre-cum, and stopped before getting the full load. He said it
tasted funny, but I noticed his cock was hard as a rock while he was doing
it!

     His next dare for me was to kiss his ass, and for the first time, I
felt the hot flesh of hairy ass cheeks against my lips, and breathed in the
intoxicating scent of another guy's most intimate place, and even spread
his cheeks and gave his tight little hole a couple of flicks with my
tongue. His hot flesh tasted good to me, and I can still see the tight
virgin slit of his anus in my mind to this day, ringed by course dark hair,
and I remember how badly I wanted to fuck him that night!

     As my tongue found his forbidden place, he cried out, "Whoa!"

     He rolled over, and I was face to face with his hard 6 inch cock, and
without having to be dared to do so, I went down on it. I gave him his
first blowjob, sucking him wetly and greedily, listening to him moan with a
pleasure he'd never felt before. Unlike the kiss, and my tasting his tight
little hole, he didn't stop me from sucking him, and in just a few minutes,
his massive load of semen was shooting into my mouth! It was one of the
biggest wads of cum I've ever swallowed, pouring from him in spurt after
spurt.

     Wally was kind of embarrassed at how far we had gone, but I wasn't. He
begged me later to never tell what we had done, and I've kept our secret
until now, remembering it fondly, hoping that he does too!

     I didn't experience to love of another man until I graduated from high
school, though I thought of it often. I dated a couple of girls, and lost
my virginity, but I knew even then that I preferred other guys. No one ever
suspected that I was queer, and I kept the forbidden secret to myself,
burning inside to explore my sexuality more deeply, and discover and taste
more of the forbidden fruits!

END PT 1