Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2020 00:27:24 -0500 From: David Young Subject: Forty year Old Virgin Part 1 Copyright: All rights to the story belong to the author and must not be republished for use without the authors permission. This story involves sex amoung consenting adults, if it is not legal to read this type of material where you are located that proceed at your own risk. My goal is to provide you some sort of sexual contact in every chapter, some will be masturbation but mostly it will involve two people who either love each other very much or are on their way to falling in love. The story of Broken Hearts Boys came to when I was riding my bike through a collection of mountain bike trails and seen a clearing and thought, what a great place to have sex. Please remember to donate to Nifty. Nifty provides a platform for people to post stories and for readers to get a chance to read some hot sex scenes and great plots for free and rely's on donations to continue thier great work. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ********************************* Hello, I am John, a forty-year-old man who just got divorced from my wife. We were married for eighteen years. Now two kids later, I just decided I can't do this anymore. I have spent the last eighteen years trying to convince myself I could overcome my sexual desires for men. I never once told my wife of my desires. I just spent countless hours watching gay porn in our den and clearing the history on the computer when I was done. Part of me wonders how on earth she never discovered my secret. The one thing I can say is that I never cheated on her physically. Everything I ever did with a man was in my mind or my dreams. I know, now your asking how I know I am gay if I have never tried it. The only thing I can say is, I know, and I've always known. From the first time, I saw another boy's penis. I remember taking side glances in elementary school and now offering guys at the gym as they change out of their workout clothing. I thought about cheating, but even I have integrity. The night our divorce was final, I went to my first gay bar. I went alone because I didn't know any gay men. As I parked the car, I sat and listened to lady ga ga for a few minutes to get pumped up. I decided to go casual and be perceived as the boy next door type. I wore my blue jeans, a colored shirt, and my brown dress shoes. You guessed it, I was overdressed, but it did seem to garner some attention from the patrons already in the club. I walked in and walked to the bar to get a drink. I felt like all eyes were on me, and it was hard not to feel like I was being judged. Remember, I have spent my whole life in the shoes of a straight man with gay feelings internally. Forty years is a long time to lie to yourself. I sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey and was soon rewarded with a small glass filled with a caramel-colored liquid. It burned as it ran down my throat, but it provided the much needed liquid courage I needed to be where I was at. It wasn't long before a cute boy approached me with blonde hair, green eyes, and a slender body. His name was Alan. Alan looked to be in his early twenties. Alan took a seat next to me at the bar and bluntly asked, "what brings you out tonight." I gave Alan the condensed version, and he smiled. Alan said, " so you're a virgin." I laughed and said, "I guess so." As Alan and I talked, I quickly found out his internal filter preventing him from saying whatever he wanted was obviously flawed. He asked me about my cock size, if I enjoyed nipple play, and if I minded if he called me daddy. Well, this is new. I spoke as equally blunt as Alan did and answered his questions with, "I guess about 7, no, please don't pinch me anywhere, and if you call me daddy, I will ignore you." Surprisingly Alan said, "that's cool." We continued to talk for a while before Alan asked what else I had planned tonight. I told him, " to put it bluntly, my first plan was to have sex with a guy." Alan seemed intrigued and said, " we can hang out here, or I can take you to my apartment and get that out of the way." Alan and I finished our drinks and left the bar, I had only had one drink, so I drove. We drove to his apartment just a few miles away. Mind you, I have no clue how this hook up thing works. I have only seen it in porn movies. Do we walk in and go straight to fucking, or do we have a coke and ease into the sex? I figured I would let Alan handle this one. Alan offered me a seat on his leather sofa in the living room and told me to get comfortable. Alan took off his shoes and sat beside me and put his hand on my lap while we chatted a bit more. We talked about our jobs and families a little. While we were talking, I could feel that Alan's hand was inching closer to my groin. I looked into his eyes and nodded that it was ok. Alan unbuttoned my jeans and then undid the zipper. Alan slowly slid his hand into my jeans and rubbed my cock through my underwear. Alan's hands were soft and warm as he searched for the opening in my underwear before sliding his hand in to touch my bare cock. When his hand felt my raw cock I moaned with excitement. I had longed for a man's touch for so long and denied myself this pleasure. Alan asked if I wanted to move to his bedroom, where we could lay down. I nodded in agreement, and he stood, and I followed him to his bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Alan started undressing, and I did the same, starting with our shirts, then pants. I hesitated with my underwear but removed them once I got motivated by seeing Alan's naked ass as he lowered his underwear. I couldn't believe I have waited so long to do this, and now here I am naked with another man with full intentions of carrying out my dreams and us fucking each other silly. Alan lay on his bed on his side with his erect penis facing me. The piss slit on his cock looked so delicious. I wanted to lick it and drain him of his precum. I had tasted my precum before, and it was amazing. I had never been able to get myself to eat my own cum as of yet, but it was not entirely off the table. I just needed some time to muster up the courage. Alan motioned for me to come to lay with him. I lay stiff on my back. Alan told me it was okay to be nervous, and then he scooted closer to me. His cock was now touching my thigh, and he reached over and began to massage my cock. Alan got up on his knees and stared at my cock while he was stroking it. Alan looked at me and said, "you have a really nice cock." I guess I do. My cock is seven inches long, give or take a little here and there, cut and thick, with a large mushroom head. While I am fully erect, one can see the blue and red veins because my skin is stretched so tight around my cock. I guess they call me a grower, not a shower. Alan stroked my cock for a few minutes before bringing his tongue down to lick a dab of precum from my slit. Alan moaned and smacked his lips in appreciation of the flavorful juices he had just licked up. Alan started to take the head of my dick into his mouth slowly, once past the helmet, he continued to take my cock slowly into his warm, wet mouth. Alan's mouth felt amazing. I had been given head by girls before, but it was nothing like the feel of Alan taking my cock into his mouth. Alan picked up the pace a little and began to suck my cock with a nice steady rhythm. I moaned because it felt amazing. Alan stopped and looked at me and said, "if you need to cum, go for it, we have all night." I am glad Alan said that because I was not going to last long, and sure enough, about five minutes into the blowjob, I started to feel the all too familiar tingle in my balls and toes as well as the heat on my forehead. Like I have done for years, I pushed down with my feet and out with my hands and held on as long as I could before exploding in Alan's mouth. Alan tried as hard as he could to keep up with my flow of cum, but it was too much, and he just about choked on it, which caused some of my cum to land on my pubic hair. Alan finished up with my cock and didn't waste any time licking up all the cum he dropped on my pubes. My cherry had been popped, and now it was time for me to suck my first cock ever. Alan lay on his back and huffed and puffed and sounded spent. I rolled over and placed my hands on his abs and looked up at him. I said, "are you ready." Alan smiled as I moved my mouth closer to his cock. Alan's cock was around seven inches but nowhere near as thick as mine. Alan was cut as well, and his cock had a very pointy head on it. I have to say it looked amazing since Alan has a very pale complexion, his cock is even whiter than the rest of his body. Having an extremely pale cock, makes the head appear a beautiful pinkish color, almost red. I knew I would only make it weird if I paused here, so I dove down and started to suck on the head of Alan's cock, which was great because he already had some precum sitting there. Alan's precum tasted much like mine and was very sweet with a hint of a salty flavor to it. Alan moaned and seemed to be enjoying what I was doing as he soon reached his hand back and placed it on the back of my head and started to push me down further. I didn't fight it and allowed him to get his entire cock in my mouth. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I had to resist the urge to not gag. I knew this was coming, so I had been practicing getting my finger further and further into my throat, so my first time would hopefully not be awkward. After about ten minutes of me stroking and sucking Alan's cock, I could feel his cock start to throb in my mouth, and his thighs began to tense up. I knew he was about to cum, the question was if I was going to swallow it or not. Alan's cock made the choice for me because when he came, his cock was deep in my mouth, and he came with so much force that the cum shot down my throat anyhow. To keep from gagging, I began to swallow and swallow, and then I swallowed some more until I had devoured every ounce of Alan's seed. Alan's body collapsed onto the bed, and he said, "damn, that was your first time." I could tell he was pleased. Alan and I lay there naked and spent the next twenty minutes just talking about anything and everything. Finally, Alan stood up to grab a towel, and I noted his cute little ass again. When Alan walks, he unintentionally shakes his ass from side to side, and it was getting me hard again. When Alan came back, he said, "oh, you're ready for round two, huh." Alan walked over to my side of the bed and sat straddling me as he lined my cock up with his hole. Alan was smiling the entire time and just rubbing the head of my cock up and down his ass crack massaging his tight little pucker. Alan asked me, "do you want to fuck me." I smiled, which I knew would indicate I did. Alan reached into the drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. Alan slid off my lap and then squirted a generous amount of lube onto his hand. Alan then reached around and started applying lube to his asshole while I rolled the condom down my prick. Alan positioned himself on top of me again and slowly slid down my pole. Alan was a professional at this, he didn't even wince once. He just slid down until I was balls deep in his ass. For the next few minutes, Alan rode my cock and stroked his cock until I couldn't hold back and released my load into the condom. I wanted to go longer, but his ass was so tight and felt amazing. With my cock still in his ass Alan jerked his cock until he spewed his cum all over my stomach. With both of our balls, empty Alan grabbed my hand and led me to the shower and said, "let's get you cleaned up now, John." With Alan being my first, it will always be special wherever I end up or, however my life goes from here. I will always have fond memories of Alan popping my cherry. ******************************** Be sure to check out my other book at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08GQ1RGP5/ref=nodl_ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/sploodge Thank you for reading my story, please provide feedback. I do not mind people being critical of my work. I would prefer someone to be honest with me about my work. 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