Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2018 13:10:18 -0400
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: All for Terry (2)

This is something a little different than i normally write. It's a love
story. My first.

I was going through some old boxes this week and found some of my old gay
adult magazines. I hadn't seen them in years.

As I went through them I saw a wrapped paper bag and there were a few more
in there. But these were covered in plastic. The guy in the cover of them,
I had actually met a few times. Before I knew who he was of course. But I
always thought he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.

As I mentioned, I had actuallymet him a few times. It turns that we had
worked in the same building. And it wasn't until sometime later that I
found he was the guy in my magazines.

This story is for him. A kind of 'What if' story about a guy I wanted for
many years, but fate never made that fantasy come true.

This is for Terry. Where ever he may be.

Enjoy....

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All for Terry
(Chapter 2)
...First 'Outing'...

..... I had passed out. The shock of seeing this face I thought never to
see again causing the lightheadedness. Then the fainting. I think I hit my
head. I couldn't be sure. All I know is my life flashed before me. I
figured I was dead as I lay there in my unconscious state.

But oh my life, and how it had come to this day. Before Terry....



I remember my youth. I knew I was different than. Other guys. My attraction
to other men was something that I knew was strange. Yet to me seemed a
natural thing.

But coming from a deep Catholic family. Any of my feeling I had for the
same sex was considered a sin. Being gay was 'an abomonation' as the priest
would say in his Bible thumping sermons. It's no wonder I left the church
as soon as I was old enough.

"Fucking stupid religion" I would say

Chucking the Bible my mother gave me as a gift when I moved out on my own.

But back to my youth. Back to the years before I passed through
relationships and finally finding 'the one'. The person I figured I never
would find.

My Terry.

I remembered the first time I realized I was gay. It was my brothers best
friend at the time. His name was Arnold. He was a tall sandy haired colored
young man. He had gotten my eldest brother into his career of being a
mechanic.

Arnold was a great mechanic. And to me a hot mechanic. As I mentioned,
Arnold was tall. At least over 6 feet to me at that time 13 years of age.

He had used to come around my parents house alot as he was really good
friends with my brother.  They used to fix my brothers car in the garage
out back.

It was one day that they were back there and working on the car. Arnold was
in a T-shirt and baggy jeans. His face had smudges of oil on it from work,
but as I had come out to give them sandwiches and some lemonade my mom had
made for them I really saw him for the first time.

My young gay self saw Arnold and fell instantly smitten with him that
day. He smiled as I brought out the lunch my mom had made. He looked at me
and then commented on my growth.

"Wow buddy" he said

"I remember you in grade school man"

"You have gotten so big"

He reached over and tossed my hair. Then he winked at me. I know now it was
an innocent wink. But to me back then it was a come hither look. And how I
wanted to so 'come hither'.

I wanted to grab him and pull down his pants and go for the dick I knew I
wanted. Even if I had never seen it.  And not even any indication he had
one. For he always in baggy jeans or a work uniform.

"And you are so tall" I said like a silly school girl fawning over a guy.

Both if them. My brother mostly gave me an odd look. Then I too shortly
after figured what how silly I sounded.  But at that moment that's what my
lips spilled out.

"So you wanna learn how to fix cars" he then asked me

I was gonna say yes. Anything so I could be around Arnold more. But my
brother stopped this action dead in there tracks.

"Ohh no man" he almost shouted

"Mom would kill me if he did"

"Why. What do you mean?" Arnold asked

Then my brother proceeded to explain to Arnold that I was an artist. I
could draw and paint things with some clear precision. And my mom wanted me
to grow up and be something more than a menial laborer. An architect or
something fancy like that. Arnold thought it was stupid. And he made his
thought clear.

"Well that's kind of queer" he then said

"A mechanic is a real job"

"Not some gay ass artists shit"

"She preening him to be a pussy boy"

They sat there and laughed for a moment. At my expense at all. But they
did. Then my brother reiterated that I could not use my hands for work that
may damage them.

He later had showed Arnold some of my work. He was impressed. So impressed
that when he had decided to start his own mechanics shop,he had asked me if
I wouldn't mind doing a sign for him. It was a simple sign with the name of
his shop, 'A's Automotive'. And he would even pay me too.

"Sure" I said to him at the time.

Of course I had to get the okay from my mother to do so. And when she did,
I was at the place for a weekend to do the sign for him. And it was then
that something happened. Arnold seduced me.

It wasn't something I expected. Here I was going on 15 now. I already was
sure I liked guys. But was afraid to act on such a thing. To act in
something that was considered a sin. But when it came to Arnold, my desires
took over.

"Hey man" he said as he stopped working on the mid Saturday I was there

It was just the two of us there he had been working on a car that my
brother had been helping him with before. My brother was not there today
though. He had dropped me off in the morning to get the work done for
Arnold.

"I'll be back later to pick you up" he said

I was surprised because he was almost always at the place. But he had a
hook up with his girl friend that day. So I was indeed left there with the
Mani secretly wanted.

Arnold called me over and said I should have some lunch. He had gotten us
some sandwiches from the place up the street.

"Here ya go man" he said

"Thanks Arnold" I replied as I grabbed it

My eyes glanced at his arms. There was blonde haors on them. I had seen
them before. But they seemed to beam in the sunlight hitting them. And my
eyes didn't leave them. I found it sexy.

"So you have a girlfriend yet" he asked

"Uhm. No" I said with mouthful of food

I saw him smile at me strangely. Then he decided to push me with questions

"What you don't like girls" he asked

"No, no" i tried to get out

"It's just. Er umm"

"School and studies."

I hoed that would apease his question. Blaming my mother for it. Rather
than the truth. I didn't like girls. Just like he had asked.

"Ahh yeah. The school thing" he stated

"The art thing"

Then as he wiped his mouth, Arnold reached down and groped himself. Right
there before me. As blatant as one could. My eyes fell fast to his
crotch. That's when I first saw his bulge. It wasn't huge, and Arnold
wasn't huge. But it was my first sight of his dick. Or at least his bulge.

I licked at my lips as I gazed down between the man's legs. There just a
few feet from me was Arnold's crotch. It was a nice bulge too. But as I
looked up from his lower half and to his face, I saw he was looking at me.

"So how is that going for you?" He asked

"Huh?" I asked not understanding what he meant

"That whole art thing"

"How is that going?"

Then he blatantly reached down and groped himself. Cupping himself as he
looked at me. My eyes could not help but look down there again. My desire
for my brothers friend rearing its ugly head.

Then as Arnold continued to groped at himself he decided to get to the
subject of sex. And my lack there of.

"So I take it no girlfriend?" He then asked

 I nodded my head no. And then he groped himself more this time. Then
leaned back and crossed his feet. His one hand holding him up from falling
over. The other still rubbing his now growing package.

"So no girlfriend. Hmmm. That sucks" he then said

"Cuz a kid like you should learn to have pussy"

"A nice deep and wet pussy"

As he said this I saw his hardening dick push at the material of his work
pants. To a youngster of my age it looked huge too. I gulped down a hard
swallow of spit as he crooned about vagina.

He proceeded to tell me how great it was. And how it tatsed and felt on his
dick. All the while he groped at his growing crotch. But to me the thought
almost sickened me. My face contorting to a grimace as he mentioned it in
detail how good it felt to slide his dick into one.

"What you don't like pussy?" He then asked

"Noo. I.. Umm.. ' I tried to come up with something to say

"Hmm. Maybe just needed to try it"

"Damn. Getting hard just thinking about it"

Then he grabbed at his crotch again. He then shook at his bulge. My eyes
were glued to it. And I licked at my lips instinctively. A reaction I could
not stop, especially when this guy was concerned.

Arnold caught my action. My tongue moving across my mouth to moisten
it. Then he smiled and almost laughed.

"Or maybe..." He then started

"Maybee..."

He paused for a second before continuing his comment. And I knew what he
was going to say. I felt my hands start to sweat.

'He knew' my head screamed

'He knows you like boys'

"Maybe..." Arnold reiterated as he shook his bulge at me

"You are queer"

He said it. He said what I knew I was. Arnold had deduced that I was
gay. He smiled almost wickedly at me. Then he again shook his dick at
me. The lump in his pants looked menacing and like it would pop through
them at any moment.

"Do you like this" he then said

"Seems like you do man"

I tried to say no with a nod, as I couldn't get the words out. I had none
as my eyes were glued to Arnold's crotch.

"You can't seem to take yer eyes of my big dick" he added

"So you gotta be queer"

He then looked around as idpf to see if anyone was coming. Even though he
knew no one was. Then he reached he'd for his pants and undid the top. Then
I watched as he pulled down the zipper. And finally, Arnold stood up.

"Why don't you come here and give me a blow man" he then said

"It's what you queers do, right"

"And I know you want to"

I was dumbfounded. But my eyes were locked to his crotch. I wanted to say
no. I wanted to just get up and run away. But I was frozen to the spot. My
eyes fixated on Arnold. The guy I thought was the hottest guy ever. And
again, instinct made me luck my lips.

So as I had not mobed, Arnold came to me. He stepped the few feet over to
where I sat. Then he reached in and pulled out his dick. And there before
me was my first glance at a grown man's dick, in the flesh. My mouth fell
agape as I looked at it. It seemed ever so big.

"Come in man" he said again

"All this talk has me so horny"

"And no girls around to service this"

"But you"

He then waved his dick at me. I knew I had to have it. I knew that this was
what I wanted. A man. For unlike when he spoke of women where I wanted to
hurl, seeing him like this. His dick out and being offered to me, this
turned me on. I felt my own dick spring back up as I glanced at his stem.

I looked back up at his face. Arnold's handsome face. And his eyes with a
need. His eyes urging me to do what he knew I wanted to do.

So I did. I reached for Arnold's member and grabbed it with my small
hand. It felt big. It felt hot. It felt natural, what I was doing felt
natural.

"Come on man. Suck it" he said again

"Our little secret"

So I did. I moved inon his cock and took him into my mouth. Doing what I
had seen in my brothers porn magazines. The girls sucking down the man's
dick seemed so effortless. And I figured I could do the same

But it was my first and I was clumbsy and wasn't prepared for him. Arnold
felt as my teeth takes over his dick and he actually thrust it into my
face. I was then pressed to his pants .

"Fuckk man!" He yelled

"Teeth. Watch the teeth you stupid little shit"

Well I did my best on that first go round at my first blow job. With Arnold
guiding me along the way. I found myself jerking him off more than sucking.
Just so I didn't piss him off with my inexperience. But I did love it
nonetheless. I had the guy I wanted and I got him off.  He shot several
bullets onto my face and shirt. Grunting in his explosion.

"Fuck man. That was good" he said to me

"You need more practice giving head though little man"

"Maybe we can do this again soon"

Then he rubbed my hair. Tossling it like one would to a good kid. I smiled
at this first encounter with a man. And was happy it had been
Arnold........

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To be continued

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