Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2021 22:00:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Mike Austin Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS "MY NAME IS KEITH AND I CRAVE COCK" Chapter 1 MY NAME IS KEITH AND I CRAVE COCK By Mike Austin nasstop@yahoo.com Dear Nifty Reader: Authors enjoy your feedback, so please take a moment to share your thoughts, ideas and feedback. ALSO, please remember Nifty.org if you can make a donation. They deliver a real benefit to all, and especially in these days of pandemic and to shut-ins around the world. The donation details appear on the site's home page. I. These are some stories of my cock quests, My search began in high school, even before I got my driver's license. I was a swimmer and took every opportunity in the showers to scope out fellow athletes and coaches. The magic of watching a flaccid dick swing was tantalizing to me. I lived a few blocks from school and walked home most of the time and during the Summer, I'd take in the guys and men mowing their yards after school swim practices. Whether shirtless or not, imagining the concealed dick and balls was overwhelming and always resulted in a major J/O session when I got home. I'd imagine the feel of the dickhead on my tongue, the veiny shaft- swollen and throbbing; my suction as I dove down onto the hard cock until the guy I was sucking gripped my head and shot his wad deep in my throat. Then I'd look up appreciatively and lick my lips, then slow suck the leftovers, as the guy moaned aloud or softly. The goal was sucking it and then swallowing. These images flooded my brain every time I hit the showers or saw a guy in passing. At that time, I had no types; and all cocks were fair game in my view. It wasn't until I got my license, that means and opportunity coalesced and I got my first cock. I turned 18 that November, was able to drive a truck that my dad used to haul miscellaneous stuff and not his prized and loaded King Ranch F-150, used for his work as a General Contractor. That old F-150 was my Magic Carpet to cock, I believed, and it certainly made getting dick a lot easier. There was an Adult Book and Video Store out on the Interstate, near a big rig truck stop w/ a diner. I was nervous as fuck, and sat there watching these guys come and go from the truck stop and café and also from the Book Store. I knew I couldn't get in the ABS, but figured I could try the café inside the truck stop and with as much bravado as I could call upon, I made my way across the parking lot into the café. The sound of kicker music filled the place and I sat at a small table at the end of the counter. A waitress handed me a menu, I ordered a burger and Coke and she disappeared. Soon a young Hispanic guy about my age, brought the Coke. As he was approaching, I was all eyes and was checking him out as he neared. I later learned that I was "cruising". He saw my interest and lingered just long enough and just close enough, to know I was a gay boy looking for cock. Setting the Coke down in front of me and handing over a napkin wrapped set of utensils, he sort of snickered and gave a quick grope, before returning behind the counter. As I sat waiting for my order, I took in every male that came or left the café and imagined getting them off. Jesus, I learned, my server, delivered my burger and fries and asked very deliberately, "Any thing else you need "? I snapped up to his face and realized he'd made me and knew what I wanted. My eyes dropped to his crotch then back to his face. He sneered a bit and nodded, before turning, leaving me to eat and daydream. I finished my meal, took my check and paid it just as I caught Jesus head to the restroom. It was as though I was on auto-pilot and followed him into the head. I found him washing his hands as I stepped up to the urinal and watched as he left me standing with my dick in hand and no one to take me to the next level. As I left the café for my truck though, there he was, smoking a cigarette at the far end of the café, not far from my truck. As I approached, he snubbed out the cigarette and nodded again, slipped his hands to his crotch and lightly groped himself. My entire body trembled. "You got $20, you can have it" he tempted. Of course I had the cash and though I didn't imagine paying for cock, I was all in and reached in my pocket, "not out here you stupid fuck where everyone can see, you got a place" he spat out. I was stunned stupid and mumbled, "my truck?" "K, where" his only response and I led us to the old red F-150 that was my cock gateway. We climbed in, Jesus unzipped and withdrew his moderately thick uncut cock. He stroked a few times and was boning up. "Show me the cash now" he directed and I dug in my jeans pocket for the twenty. He was fisting his dick aggressively now, took the cash and let go of his dick, grabbing the back of my neck and shoving me down on his hard-on. I wasn't too sure how to suck and it didn't seem to make a difference as Jesus was past the edge and after a few attempted sucks, felt him shoot his wad in my mouth. "Swallow or spit, no probs for me I got my cash and my nut, thanks joto (knowing that meant gay or queer in Spanish) " then he zipped up and left me with a raging hard-on........I sat for a few minutes, wondering if this was really all it was cracked up to be? My dick ached like a real son-of-a-bitch and pulled to the back of the lot and hauled it out and jacked off a huge fucking load all over the place. THAT relief was worth it all.... I drove home in a quandary, but determined to get more cock, and soon.