Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2006 15:38:46 EDT
From: JoshPrim1@aol.com
Subject: Coming of Age, part 1 -- The Sailor

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It was Christmas break and we were off from school.  I was 17 and in my
senior year of high school in the mid-60s in Southern California.  I was a
pretty good looking guy I think, 5'9", slim, cute face.  Of the groups at
school I was considered one of the brains and hung out with other kids that
were in the advanced classes.  My parents were divorced and I used to live
with my mom until a year ago, but she died and I now lived with my dad in
an apartment near my high school.  He had remarried, but his wife was
living in a retirement area now while he continued to work.

When I lived with my mom, the house was always a mess (she was always a
poor housekeeper and when she was ill she did very little).  The apartment
my dad and I lived in was nice, but very small.  Neither place was a place
where you would want to have friends over, so I didn't have a lot of
friends.  I never went to the parties at school.  I never had either the
clothes or the transportation, so I stayed home.  I was generally perfectly
happy at home with a good book and some nice music.

So since I didn't date, I was still a virgin and likely to remain that way
for a good while.  Was I queer? (gay wasn't a term we had back then) I
didn't know.  I knew I was excited by boys' bodies -- I used to jo to pics
of guys in the Boy Scout Handbook.  But I also used to jo to str8 porn I
was sometimes able to get my hands on.  On camping trips with the Boy
Scouts, some of the guys used to do things in tents, but I never found out
what because they never invited me to join them.  I think I was too "clean"
and too brainy for them -- not that I ever put anyone down, it's just the
way it was.  So except for masturbation (which I did a lot), I hadn't had
any kind of sex.

To get to the story, my older sister had joined the army about a year
before and had been discharged about 6 months later.  It seems she was a
lesbian and I guess the army found out.  So she had moved in with another
girl she knew in Brooklyn and was living there and working in New York.  I
guess she missed me, because she invited me to come out at Christmas and
spend my Christmas break with her.  Her place was big enough and I had a
bed to myself.  She and her roommate worked, so I took care of my own meals
during the day and we'd meet in the evenings and often go to a show.  I
prowled all around New York, mostly by myself.  I tried to find some porn
theaters that I could go to, but I guess they couldn't advertise and I
didn't know where they were (and they probably wouldn't let me in anyway),
so I spent most of my time riding the subways and shopping for things.

One night though, we got home and a guy they knew from somewhere was going
to spend the night.  He was a sailor on leave and was about 20.  He was
slim and very good looking and I was extremely attracted to him.  He moved
so smoothly and had a really cute grin.  He was about 2 or 3 inches taller
than me.  It was late when my sister and I got home, so I didn't get to
talk to him much.  But he was going to spend the night on the couch in the
living room and then move to a friend's house for the rest of his leave.
As usual, I read until 1 or 2 am and then went to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up about 9, my sister and her roommate had
gone to work and I was left home alone with him.  I was wearing pajamas
back then and looked in on him before I had some cereal.  He was sleeping
in his briefs and I could see his chest and flat stomach moving up and down
as he breathed.  He had only a little hair on his chest and the hair
running down from his navel into his briefs.  I watched him for a few
minutes, wishing he would wake up, but he kept sleeping.  I returned to my
room in my pajamas and lay in bed reading.

After about an hour, I heard the noise of the bathroom door closing and
then the toilet flushing, so I knew he was up.  Then there was some noise
in the kitchen and a few minutes later he was at my door with a glass of
milk.

"Hi Greg," he said.

His hair was tousled and he was still just in his briefs.  He still looked
sleepy, but his body was sooooo nice.

He said, "I didn't really get a chance to meet you last night and I'm not
going to be here long today, but I'd like to get to know you a little.  Do
you mind if we chat for awhile?"

"No, sure," I answered.  "Pull up a chair.  I'm not doing anything
special."

This was certainly true, but more importantly, it gave me a chance to look
at him some more.  Not only was his face very attractive, but his chest was
well-defined, although not muscular, with a small patch of hair in the
center and a thin trail of hair leading from his navel down into his
briefs.  His legs were long and attractive, again not muscular, but well
built, more like a runner's legs.  And lastly, I couldn't take my eyes off
his briefs.  I really couldn't see anything, but for some reason, I was
terribly turned on by looking at them.  I tried not to be obvious about
looking at his body, but it was hard for me to look anywhere else.

He picked up the chair by the dresser and brought it over, sitting close to
the head of the bed with his knees almost touching it.  I was still in my
pajamas of course, but not under the covers.  I put my book aside and sat
up, leaning my back against the wall, my pillow on my lap and laying my
arms on it.

He asked me about where I lived and so on and I gave him the basic details
about my life.  He was a great listener and he was very easy to talk to.
All the time though, I couldn't keep my eyes off him.  Not only did his
legs turn me on, but his chest and arms were so damn sexy.  I longed to be
able to touch him, but I just wasn't sure how he'd react.

"So," he went on, "what did your sister tell you about me?"

"Not much," I answered.  "She just said you were a guy she knew who was on
leave from the Navy and needed a place to stay for the night."

"She didn't tell you how we know each other?"

"No."

"We met at a club for gays and lesbians," he smiled.  "We don't have a lot
in common but when I said I'd need a place for tonight, she offered to let
me stay.  She said her kid brother would be staying with her and that I
might like to meet you.  Besides, she knew I liked young guys like you."

"You mean you're gay?"

"Yes," he said, "does that bother you?"

"Uh, I don't think so, I--I don't know.  I've never met a gay guy before.
You mean you have sex with guys?  Blow jobs and things like that?"

"Well, yeah, I've done things like that.  A friend introduced me to gay sex
when I was 16 and I've never regretted it.  But back to you for a few
minutes if you don't mind a personal question.  You're a very good looking
guy, Greg, but I noticed you haven't said a word about dating or sex at
all.  Don't tell me you're a virgin?"

"Uh -- yes, I am," I said sort of embarrassed..  "It just hasn't worked out
for me to do much.  I don't have any transportation and all the
intelligent, pretty girls already have boyfriends."

"Do you go to school parties or other activities?"

"No, I just pretty much stay at home and do things with my father."

"Then your father isn't doing you any favors, Greg.  By the time I was your
age, I had had sex at least 10 times.  You're certainly old enough and you
ought to be doing something about it.  You're at the age when you ought to
be having sex regularly -- and with your looks it would be really easy for
you.  Sex is a really great thing and unfortunately you're missing out."

"But what can I do about it?  I just don't have any opportunities", I
answered.

He smiled.  "You have many, many opportunities.  Become friendlier with the
girls, flirt with them, go to parties, just socialize more.  It isn't easy
and like most things it takes practice before you get good at it.  But if
you never try, you'll never get any better.  So do it."

"Or if you like guys, you just have to hang out in the right places.  You
live in California? Near a beach?  Go there, wear a sexy swimsuit and just
walk up and down until you see a guy watching you.  Then sit down near him
for awhile and see if he pays any attention to you.  Be a little obvious
that you would like him to talk to you -- or start a conversation yourself.
Or you can go to swimming pools or the gym, especially in winter.  Hang
around, make yourself available.  Just remember, you're not looking for
friends, you're looking for guys that look hot to you and that you'd like
to have sex with."

"I've noticed you looking at me," he continued, "in fact you can't seem to
take your eyes off me.  Do you find me attractive?

"Uh ...", I was confused and had no idea what I should say.

After a minute or two, he said, "It's all right, don't be shy."

"Uh ...", still not getting anything out.

"Do you want to touch me?  I don't mind."

I sat up on the edge of the bed facing him and reached out with my hand and
touched his leg lightly, letting my hand rest just above the knee.

"Do you like that?"

I nodded.

"Do you find it exciting?"

I sort of choked out, "uh, yes".

"Don't be so damn shy," he said.  And he took my hand and placed it on his
crotch.  I could feel his semi-hard cock inside and squeezed softly with my
fingers.  He watched me intently while I did this.

"Maybe you'll find this even more exciting."  He stood up and pushed his
briefs down and stepped out of them.  His cock was halfway hard and was
rising.  It looked like it was 7" or a little more.  I couldn't take my
eyes off of it, it was so beautiful.  It continued to rise as I watched.
There was a dark bush of hair all around it (I find pubic hair very
exciting.)  He took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his almost hard
cock.  It was amazing.  I looked straight at it and rubbed my fingers
around the head.  The head was slightly purple and was leaking some clear
fluid.

He removed my hand and put his hands on my head and pulled my face towards
his crotch until his cock was almost touching my lips.

"Go on," he said, "take it."

It had a slight musky odor and I couldn't help parting my lips as he pushed
it forward towards them.  My mouth wasn't fully open when it touched my
lips, but I let the head slide in until I could run my tongue over it.

"Ahhhhhhhh," he moaned, "that's it, Greg.  You're doing so good.  Take a
little more of it."  He pushed, sliding it in about half-way and then he
slowly began fucking my mouth.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled off my pajama top and began playing
with my nipples.  This really got me excited.  He pushed me back onto the
bed, his cock falling out of my mouth, and grabbed my pajama bottoms and
yanked them off so that I was completely nude too.  He laid down beside me,
kissing me and playing with my nipples, making them harder than they'd ever
been.

"Are you enjoying this, Greg?", he whispered.

I answered, "It's fantastic!"

And I immediately moaned as his fingers found my cockhead and began rubbing
it.  He sucked on my nipples and then kissed his way from my chest to my
neck and to my lips, pushing his tongue between them and opening my mouth
to his passion.  At the same time, he had been stroking my cock and, as his
tongue went into my mouth, I began to cum.

He continued to kiss me with his fingers sliding on my shooting cock,
making me cum even more.  The cum shot up onto my chest, some hitting at
the base of my neck, the last shots in my pubes.  He stopped kissing me,
but his fingers kept still milking my cock with cum still dribbling out.
He raised up a little looking down at my body and the cum in spots all over
it.

"Very nice, Greg!  I love making a guy shoot like that."  His fingers
traced some of the cum on my chest while I was still catching my breath and
then he licked them, amazing me.

"I think we might want to clean that up a little before we do any more," he
laughed.  He got up and walked out of the room bare-assed and came back
with a roll of toilet paper.  "Here clean yourself up while I go get
something."

I took some of the toilet paper and wiped all the cum off me as well as I
could.  I still felt sticky, but that was OK.  I put the toilet paper on
the floor and laid back, enjoying the feeling of what I had just been
through.

Jon came back in again with a bottle that he said was lotion that he always
carried with him.

"OK, Greg, roll-over, I'm going to give you one of my famous back rubs," he
smiled.

I rolled over and he positioned me in the middle of the bed, but up near
the top.  He opened the bottle and poured some of the lotion over my
shoulders and upper back.  He straddled my back and then leaned over and
began rubbing the lotion in very smoothly.  I could feel his balls and cock
on my back as he did this.  He started very lightly and then somewhat
harder, making me groan as he worked on my back muscles.  He slowly moved
lower and lower until he was sitting on my legs and rubbing lotion into my
ass cheeks.  This felt so good and was such a turn on that I was getting
hard again and I lifted up to re-position myself.

He took advantage of this and had me raise myself up on my knees so that my
ass was more in the air.  He used his knees to spread my legs and then
leaned down and began kissing my ass.  He reached under and massaged my
balls as he kissed along my ass crack.  When he got to my hole, he used his
tongue to lick around the rim.

Needless to say, I'd never even imagined that someone would do this to me
and it felt wonderful.  I lifted my ass up to his mouth and he spread my
cheeks wider as he licked at my hole.  He stuck his face in my ass and
began probing with his tongue, pushing it in as deep as he could, over and
over again.  As he tongue fucked me, his hand was rubbing my cockhead.  I
moaned louder, unable to contain the feelings he was giving me.  He kept
licking at my ring and probing with his tongue, getting my ass really wet
with his spit.

He got some more lotion and rubbed it around the rim of my hole with his
index finger and then began pushing it slowly into me.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, feeling this strange intrusion into my
body.

"Just showing you another one of your erogenous areas, Greg," he said.  The
ass is one of the hottest things about a guy and you've got one of the
sexiest I've ever seen.  Close your eyes and feel what I'm doing to you."

He pulled his finger out, put some more lotion on my hole and then pushed
it inside me with his finger.  It felt strange yet good as his finger went
deeper and deeper and he massaged the walls of my asshole.  He was still
stroking my cock and he must have massaged my hole with his finger for a
couple of minutes before he put a second finger in, using both now, turning
and twisting them, pushing them in and out until I began to move my ass in
rhythm with them, pushing back each time he pushed them in.  His fingers
were sliding easily into me now and every time he went deep, they touched a
spot which felt so wonderful that I shivered each time it happened.

I was enjoying it a lot.  But he pulled his fingers out and moved up
between my legs, bending over my back.  I was still on my knees and elbows
and it was easy for him to reach my hard cockshaft and my hard nipples with
one of his hands.  With his other hand, he took his cock and slid it up and
down my crack, pouring some lotion on both as he tweaked my nipples and
kissed my back and neck.

I don't know why, but as his cock slid lower and lower in my crack, I
opened my legs wider and lifted up until his cockhead hit my hole.  He held
onto my shoulders and pushed his hips forward, his cockhead pushing against
my hole.

"Greg," he said softly.  "I want to make love to you.  You're a very sexy
guy and I can tell you need it."

He pushed a little harder and I could feel my ass opening up to him.  I
moaned a little, wanting it but not sure what it would be like.

He kissed my neck and shoulders some more, still playing with my nipples.

"Tell me you want it, Greg.  Tell me you want to feel my cock in your
pretty ass."

"I, uhhhh, I w--want it," I choked out.  "But d...don't hur..rt me,
p..please."

"Good boy", he said.

He applied more and more pressure until the head went into my hole,
eliciting a groan from me as it forced my ass open more to accommodate it.
It felt weird and not too bad until he had about an inch in and it started
to hurt.

"Stop it, Jon, it hurts!"  I cried.

He stopped pushing, his cockhead lodged in my ass.

"It's ok, Greg," he said softly, rubbing my back and kissing my neck
lightly, "it always hurts at first.  Relax, breath deeply and just let it
happen.  It'll feel better in a minute or two as your ass muscles adjust."

I breathed deeply and tried spreading my legs further.  Jon kept kissing my
neck and reaching under and playing with my nipples.  I guess he sensed I
was ready for more because he pushed his cock into me further.  It was
easier now and he rocked back and forth a little, the head going a little
deeper each time.  He reached down further and found my cock and stroked
it.  As it hardened I felt him going in further and further until he
grunted and I felt his pubes up against my ass cheeks.

"God, I love a virgin ass," he groaned as he held his cock deep inside me.

He held me close for a minute or two, our bodies wrapped together, his
chest against my back.  Finally, he began moving his hips slowly, his cock
pulling out a little and going back in.  I'm not sure how I felt.  I think
I was overwhelmed that I could give this wonderful guy pleasure with my
body and I welcomed his cock every time it went into me.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side and kissed my cheek.  His
hips started moving faster, his cock going in and out of my ass, over and
over.  It was sliding in and out easier now and I started pushing back
against him each time it went in.  There was still a little pain but my
body was responding to being taken by him, by his cock making me feel a
part of him.  I wanted more and more.

He must have fucked me slowly like that for about 10 minutes, our bodies
rubbing together, his cock making slurping noises as it slowly went in and
out of my ass.

Then he grabbed my hips and pulled them up higher and began moving his cock
in and out of me faster, his pelvis hitting my ass harder each time.  I
tried squeezing my asshole when he started to pull out just to see how he
would react.

"Oh yeah, Greg!  Squeeze that hole, suck my cock with your ass!  I'm gonna
plant my seed in you soon!  I'm gonna shoot a ton of sperm deep into you!"

"Fuck me, Jon!  Make my body yours!  I want to feel your cum in me!!!"

He slapped my ass and pounded his cock into me until I almost forgot there
was another world, I was so deeply into it.

"OHHHHH FUCCKKKK!", he shouted and he froze as his cock began pumping his
juice into my hole.  He held my hips tight and shoved his cock as deep as
it would go as his body jerked and deposited his seed deep inside me."

I was overwhelmed with feeling and knew I'd somehow never be the same
again.

He bent over me, his cock still deep inside of me, and kissed the back of
my neck and shoulders, breathing heavily.

"God that was good," he said softly.  "Are you alright, Greg?"  I didn't
hurt you too much did I?"

"Yeh, I'm fine.  I liked it", I answered.  "That was awesome!"

He pulled back and his cock slipped out of my hole.

"Hold it there, Greg.  Let me get a towel so we don't get too much on the
sheets."

He came back a minute later and wiped my ass off.  I could feel his cum
oozing slowly out of me.

He laid another towel on the bed and turned me over on top of it.  I
stretched out and he put his arms around me and held me.

We kissed slowly, loving each other.

He kissed my forehead and my cheeks and my neck and down to my chest,
slowly savoring my body with each touch of his lips.  Then he started
licking and biting my nipples.  I had no idea they'd be that sensitive.  It
felt wonderful.

In the meantime, his hand had moved down to my groin and his fingers were
tracing through my pubic hair all around my cock.  He grasped it lightly
and began rubbing the head with the palm of his hand.  I was as hard as I
had ever been.

But he kept it easy and soft and kept tantalizing me, keeping me hard.

He ran his tongue over my stomach, stopping to kiss in a few places.  Then
he tongued my belly button sending shivers through my body.  I giggled,
"stop, pleease, that tickles".

He moved his hand from my cock to my nipples, pinching them and looked up.
"I love your body, Greg.  It's so beautiful.  I can't get enough of it!"

He lifted one of my legs and moved between them so he could see the length
of my body, from my cock to my chest to my face.

He leaned over and kissed down my treasure trail and then all around my
very hard cock, licking the balls and taking each of them into his mouth,
one at a time, and sucking softly on them.

Then, with my cock flat on my stomach, he kissed up the shank, going up and
down several times.  Finally, he licked around the glans and then opened
his lips and took my cock into his hot mouth.

I groaned and lifted up, my cock sliding through his lips to the back of
his throat.

He pulled off and looked up at me.  "Oh no you don't, we're gonna do this
at my pace.  Don't rush it, Greg."

He put his hands on my hips, holding me down, as he again took my cock in
his mouth, slowly sucking it in, his tongue running all over the shaft and
head, surrounding it with the warmth of his mouth.  He tightened his lips
and slowly raised his head, letting my cock be pulled out.  He inhaled
deeply and took all of my shaft in and repeated the process, sometimes
twisting his head back and forth as my cock withdrew.

I was on fire, never had I felt such feelings before.  It felt like all my
nerve endings were centered in my cock and they were in ecstasy.  I put my
hands on his head and played with his hair and ears as I watched his lips
sliding up and down my shaft.

I got close several times, but each time he slowed down and seemed to savor
just holding my cock in this mouth.

Finally, he started rubbing the spot just under my balls and stroking my
cock with his lips faster and faster.  Each time he'd take it all the way
in, he'd hold it there and use his tongue on the underside, rubbing the tip
of his tongue just under the glans.  It didn't take me long then.  He took
my cock as deep as he could and I could feel it hitting the back of his
throat.  He stroked it with his tongue and set up some sort of vibration
with his lips and the cum just surged out of me, exploding into his mouth
and down his throat over and over.

Even though he was still holding me down, my hips lifted up as I came into
his waiting mouth.  I tried to pull him off after the last spurt, but he
resisted and kept sucking on my cock until it slowly started to soften.
Finally, he slid his lips off of it, sucking on the head one last time.  He
moved up on the bed next to me and murmured, "I really love the taste of
fresh virgin boy cum -- and yours is smooth and sweet."  He then leaned
over and gave me a long deep kiss.  I kissed him back and could taste my
cum in his mouth as we kissed for the next several minutes.

"Oh I forgot," he said grinning.  "You're not exactly a virgin anymore, are
you?  But I guess it's close enough."

I blushed.

"Hey what time is it, Greg?"

"Almost noon", I replied.

"Shit, I have to go.  I wish we had more time."

Jon got up and wiped himself off.  "I've gotta get out of here, but tell
you what.  I'll be staying at my friend's place for the next couple of
weeks until my leaves over.  He's got a young guy about your age living
with him right now.  Would you like to come over for dinner while you're
here some night this week?"

Wanting a chance to see him again and possibly have more sex, I answered,
"I'd really like to, but I'll have to check with my sister."

"Well, here's the number I'll be at.  Give me a call and let me know.  I'd
love to see you again while you're here."

With that, he showered, dressed and left soon after.

I did check with my sister and it turned out she had to work on Wednesday
evening and so I called Jon and let him know.  He was really enthusiastic
and said he'd pick me up at 6 pm on Wednesday.  He also said to tell my
sister that he would get me home safely, but that it might be late and not
to worry.


Stay tuned for the sequel, "Coming of Age 2 -- The Dinner".

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