Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2020 03:46:09 -0500
From: MK Rotter <mkrotter5@gmail.com>
Subject: It was a Long Time in Coming

This is a story for adult men.  It does depict gay sex between
teenagers.  If this offends or bothers you, DO NO READ IT.  It is a
true story.  If you have comments send them to mkrotter5@gmail.com


It was a Long Time in Coming


My first sexual encounter was a long time in coming.  I remember my fear of
dying a virgin.  It was a concern for me and my buddies who ate lunch
together at school.  We were not scoring.  The lot of us were just normal
teenagers dreaming of getting laid.  I was not sure of what I was
sexually.  I was naïve.  At the time though, you did not want to be gay or
come out as gay or have anyone think that you were.  It was the worst thing
in the world that could happen to you.


Our family had moved to an area that was a mix of rural and new suburban
homes.   We were out on several acres in an old house that had one bathroom
and it only contained a bathtub.  There was no central air or heat, so we
had to keep our doors open at night.  Because we had no shower and no
privacy (my room was next to my parents with both our doors open) that I
did not discover masturbation.


When I get hard, I don't have pre cum and didn't understand lube.  Stroking
my cock wasn't that pleasant without some lube so I didn't do it.  Now I
had fantastic wet dreams which were very satisfying at the time.


We were on the edge of a huge forest which I would often hike in naked with
a raging hard on.  We were very isolated.


As stated earlier, I did not know if I were straight, bi, or gay.  I knew I
always wanted to see other guys dicks.  I like looking at naked males.
That said, I really like being with girls too.  I was able to get a couple
of friends to stay over at my house when my parents were gone and ended up
seeing them naked with their hard ons, but we did nothing.


I still had never kissed anyone or had anyone touch me at the start of my
junior year.  I did speech.  The teacher put us in groups for different
competitions.  I had to do prose and duet acting.  He put me with a
partner, Mark.  Mark and I had not known each other.   We were given a
script and started working together.  He was younger than me and lived over
in a new subdivision with nice, big, new houses.   I was only 5'7" but he
was shorter.  Girls would always say that I was cute.  I had light blue
eyes, sandy hair and was thin.  I had no body fat-and could not get any no
matter how hard I tried.  Mark was short and built like a gymnast.  His
hair was dark and straight. He had big brown eyes.  We worked and prepared
for our first tournament.


We left school early on a Friday afternoon to travel to a distant school.
We won our first and second round and would have to return on Saturday.
Mark had asked me if I wanted to spend the night.  My parents were fine
with it.  When we got to his house, it was late.  His family was in bed.
We went up the stairs to his room.  Once inside is room he shut the door
and informed me that he slept in the nude.  I told him that I would too.
This was the first time I would see him naked.  His body was well formed
and hairless except for a dark bush around his large cock. His dick looked
so much bigger because he was smaller in stature.  I stripped naked and lay
in the trundle bed next to his.


We talked about sex and being naked.  He told me that his dad let him look
at his Playboys (more about this later).  Neither of us had ever made out
with anyone.  As the night rolled on, I wondered out loud if maybe we
should teach each other how to kiss.  I told him girls do it all the time.
If we made out together, we would know how to do it right when we were with
a girl.  He didn't take the bait.  I wanted to kiss him and see what it was
like to French Kiss.


We talked longer about sex and stuff and he suggested he show me his
bathroom.  I got up and he followed.  For some reason, I stopped and turned
around.  He was seven inches from me.  My penis was resting just on top of
his.  I know the distant was seven inches as that is the length of mine and
his.  I looked at his naked body.  I wanted it.  I look at his well-formed
chest and then down to our two cocks.  I put my hand holding the two large
rods next to each other.  There was such a desire to fall to my knees and
take his hard dick into my mouth.  The urge was so strong, but there was
fear.  He had not given me a clear sign.  He hinted that he was interested
but it was not clear.  I could not fall to my knees and he reject me.  Then
labeling me as gay to all.  I would then become an untouchable.  My life
would become a living hell in the environment we lived in.  I had to turn
which I forced myself too do.  We went in the bathroom.  He sat naked on
the toilet with the lid down and I stood naked in the shower as he looked
at my nude body.  I asked him if he wanted to stand in the shower with me.
I wanted him to have his cock next to mine.  He said no and went back to
bed.  I followed.  Later I tried one more time asking if I could lay up on
his bed with him.  He said no.  I gave up that night.


The next morning, we woke up late.  We had to rush to catch the team bus.
 I said that if we hurried, we could both take a shower together before
leaving.  He said no.  Neither of us took a shower.


At the competition that Saturday, we came in second.


Now Mark would give me mixed signals over the next year.  At one tournament
a couple of months later, we lost.  A group of us who were out of the
running, ended up in the bus playing strip poker with guys and girls to
pass the time as we waited for the rest of our team.  I lost.  The others
were cheating but I didn't care.  So, as the loser I had to moon the next
bus.  I don't think anyone was in it.


A few weeks later at another tournament, we lost on Saturday morning while
others won late into that night.  Mark and I sat alone on the bus.  He
asked me if I would do that thing again.  I asked what thing.  He said moon
the next bus.  I said sure.  We were sitting next to each other when I
faced him, unsnapped, zipped down, hooked my fingers on my pants and tidy
whitey underwear and thrust them to my knees as he watched.  I pressed my
ass against the window for 10 seconds.  Then stood up straight with my dick
hanging there with him looking at it.  Before I pulled my pants up, I asked
him to show me his.  Mark said no.  I pulled my pants up as I pressed him.
He kept refusing.  The reason was that he did not want to pull out a hard
cock revealing that he was turned on by seeing my naked body.  Trying to
figure out a way to get him naked with me, I told him that I would give him
a ride home in hoping for some action.  He refused me.


What I did not know at this time was the year before I met him, he had a
friend who was on the debate squad.  He was a chubby kid with red hair and
not much to look at.  They were caught messing around together.  This was
when Mark's parents received their first clue that their son might be gay.
To try to cure him, they told Mark where his dad's Playboy's were stored,
and he could look at them at any time in hopes that he would develop a
desire for the female form.  He could not ride home with me, because now he
had to ride home with an adult female who was an assistant to the team.
This is why he would not let me climb in bed with him or stand in the tub
naked with me that first night.  If his parents thought that we were doing
anything, he would pay a heavy price.  His parents had been brutal to him
when they stumbled upon his encounter with his chubby friend.


I repeatedly invited Mark to spend the night, but he always said no.  It
didn't matter if my parents were home or not.


Eventually I was invited to spend the night again at his house on a
tournament night.  I dreamed of being naked again in the same room with
him.  This time I decided that I would try to make him horny.  I wanted sex
with the boy.   The night came.  We got to Mark's room.  What was different
this time, was the bed I was to sleep was set up that the only way that I
could get to my bed would be to climb over Mark in his bed.  Mark stripped
quickly and crawled into his bed.  He was so quick I didn't even get to see
his naked body.  Yet I was still going to work my plan.  It started out
with me doing a strip tease for Mark who lay in bed watching me.  His eyes
glued to me as I seductively peeled away my shirt.  I worked my belt off
slowly.  Then there was an unsnapping of my pants as I wiggled my hips.
Then with a fluid motion, I unzipped my zipper.  Still I swayed as I worked
the pants down and tossed them across the room.  I twirled around in my
tight white briefs, that showed my nice ass and big package.  I shook my
ass at him as I prepared for the big reveal.  The whole time his eyes were
glued to me.


I was disappointed to see that he had moved both of his hands over his cock
covering his erection.  I so had plan to plant my naked ass on top of his
rod and slide my ass back and forth over it.  Now I couldn't do that.  I
was thinking as I exposed my large, thick, cut, 7-inch cock to him.  I
first began thrusting back and forth with my hard dick swinging up and down
slapping just below my navel with a thud with ever swivel.  Then I did the
helicopter with my dick, but it didn't do as well as it was so engorged.  I
then walked over to his bed to climb over him to get into my bed.


Instead of climbing on his bed and sitting on his groin, I aimed higher.  I
put my hard dick less than an inch from his warm lips and said, "Dare you
to suck it."  He looked at the thick cock and kept his lips closed.  "Come
on," I encouraged him, but he shook his head no so I crawled on to my bed
next to his.


We talked about sex.  He kept talking about how he wanted to try "69"ing.
I said, "Oh my clothes are all over the floor.  I better go fold them."
So, I crawled over him again with my penis gliding across his stomach. The
whole time his eyes followed my naked body.  Once my clothes were folded
and, in a stack, I slid over him again into my bed.


Laying there, I then said, "If I have to go to the bathroom in the night, I
might need to put my underwear on."  So, I used this excuse to get my
underwear off the stack to crawl over him and crawl back over him.


I was disappointed not to see him naked.


His mom who had been out arrived home and knocked on the door and opened
it.  We were both in our beds naked but covered.  My underwear was stuffed
under my pillow so when she saw the stack of my neatly folded clothes they
were not there.  Still she had a look of disapproval on her face.  Later it
hit me that she noticed how Mark had arranged the bed in that the only way
I could get into mine was to crawl over his.


She soon left.  Mark asked if I would get up and turn off the light which
was still on.  I wanted to see Mark naked.  I wanted to see his big piece
of meat swinging as he walked.  All evening I had been putting on a show
for him.  It was my turn to see eye candy.  I said no so he reluctantly
agreed that he would do it.  I enjoyed watching his ass as he walked and
his dick as he turned towards me.  Then it was dark.


Now for many years now, I wish that I had turned that light off and then
came back to his bed and used that excuse to rub my hands across his body,
finding his nipple on his chest, playing with it.  Then sliding my hand to
his hip bone and working it to the soft hairs of his pubs, then to his meat
that would be lying in its midst.  I wish I had crawled into the bed with
my cock dangling before his lips as my hand clasped his dick to have it at
my lips ready to taste my first man and have a man taste me for the first
time too, but tonight it would not happen so his wish of 69 did not occur.


Shortly afterwards, are act broke up.  The scene had become old and tired.
We talked less and less.  In the summer, I was going to my grandparent's
place in the Hill Country.  It was isolated with canyons and a
crystal-clear creek with a cool, deep swimming hole which I loved to skinny
dip in.  Skinny dipping is the greatest.  Once you do it, you never want to
swim with a bathing suit again.


My first thought was to invite Mark.  We could stay at the house or camp by
the creek on the large sandy beach.  I dreamed of us showering together,
making love in the spare bedroom, or frolicking in the water before ending
up naked on a towel on the beach.  I even had some porn and booze to
bring.  I called Mark and he turned me down flat.


I didn't chase any other boys.  I thought about it but took no action.  At
this time and place, to be considered to be gay made your life a living
hell, to announce you wanted gay sex would be asking for a death
sentence.   No one ever claimed to be gay in my high school.


My senior year I would talk with Mark from time to time.  He would half
joke about his dream which would be doing "69" with someone but never said
if it was with a male or a female.  My parents went over to my grandparents
one weekend.  I decided to have a party at my place after rehearsal.  I
wanted to try "69" with Mark.  I asked if he could spend the night.  He
said no.  I asked if he would come home with me after school and I would
bring him back for rehearsal.  He said no.  At the party, I told him that I
would take him home, he said no.  As the party ended, one girl who I
thought was ugly lingered and asked to watch some t.v. with me.  She wanted
to have sex with me, but I would not give my virginity up to someone who I
thought was ugly.  We watched some late night t.v. before I took her home.
I was so disappointed.  I wanted Mark that night.


Mark and I rarely talked as we drifted further apart.  I was dating girls
and not chasing boys.  Christmas break came.  I got some money from my
grandparents.  It was almost New Years and I was bored.  There was nothing
by my house.  I decided to drive to a nearby town to catch a movie that
night.  I called a couple of girls, but they were not at home or not free.
I started calling guys next.  No one could go until I tried Mark.  He was
excited to go.


I drove over to pick him up.  He was different tonight.  He was the
aggressive one.  It was no time that he was talking about gay sex and that
every boy tries it once.  It was part of the passage into manhood.  He
asked me if I had done anything with a guy.  I said no.  He asked if I
wanted to try.  I said that I would, and he said after the show, we might
be able to find some place and give it a go.


The movie was packed and as soon as it was over, we were on a quest to find
a dark spot to explore one another.


We talked about sex as we drove.  The heat in the car between two horny
boys filled the air.   We each wanted the other.   I knew a back road near
my house where I hoped that we could have a secluded spot to get naked.  As
I turned down the road, a truck was parked on it and turned on their
brights to let us know that this was their spot.  My next hope was a house
being built near ours.  The exterior walls were up so we could go in,
stripped down, and explore each other's body.  There house was 100 yards
off the road.  If I drove my car back to it, my parents might see and
contact the police as no one should be there at night.  I parked up on the
road in a place where my car could not be seen by my parents.  It was a
long walk back and our dog saw us in the distance and started barking.  We
turned around.  Several other locations were a bust.  Eventually, we found
a place.  I parked.  I wanted to start with foreplay.  I wanted to make out
with someone for the first time.  I wanted to kiss his lips as we started
our hot passionate encounter.  I was hungry for this.   This would be my
first sexual experience with another person.  I looked at Mark and asked,
"Do you want to start by making out."


He quickly responded, "No let's just start with a blow job."  With that he
pulled his pants and underwear down revealing his large hard cock that was
standing straight up.  I was nervous about going first.  I was afraid I
would blow him and then it would be over.  I would be the cock sucker and
he could paint me as gay and he was just getting the relief any teenage boy
needs.  I made him promise that he would do me next.  He said yes.


I didn't know what I was doing.  There had been pictures of guys getting
their dick sucked in porn magazines, but never had I seen it actually
done.  I went to work on it.  It didn't seem weird.  I tried to determine
the best way.  I bobbed up and down on the hard rod with it going to the
back of my mouth which made me gag.  Next, I tried having the whole thing
push along the inside of my cheek.  I remember reading about guys enjoying
their nuts being sucked.  Mark's were pulled up tight against his body.  I
took one in my mouth and then the other.


I wanted to take my hand and stroke his cock.  I wanted to feel his hard
dick in my hand while yet feeling the softness of the flesh.  Hard and soft
at the same moment.  But I didn't because of the fear that he would think
it `gay'.  Remember in that time, being gay was the worst thing that could
happen to a guy.   It was better to have cancer than be gay and all that it
meant.   I so wish that I would have stroked that beautiful piece of meat.


At about five minutes, I stopped.  I didn't know what else to do.  I didn't
think to work until he came.  I would not have dreamed of rimming him at
that time.  The thought would have never crossed my mind, nor did I know
how erotic it was.


We were still in the front seat of the car.  I quickly stripped my pants
and underwear and exposed my semi hard penis.  Mark did as he promised and
took it in his mouth.  Before he did, he pulled up his pants.  I was so
disappointed because I had planned to fuck him after he soaked my cock with
his hot mouth.  I wanted to play with his firm ass as he worked my dick.


The blow job he provided me, was okay.  I was a boy who had never
masturbated, dreamed of having sex with this person, had a long hot verbal
foreplay with Mark, someone was touching my cock for the very first time,
yet nothing happened.  I didn't get any where close to cumming.  It was
just mildly pleasant.


When he sat up, he didn't say anything but returned to his side of the
car.  I spoke first.  I asked him `how was it?'  He gushed about how much
he enjoyed it and wondered if we were going to fuck now.  Then he asked me
how I like it.  I was honest, "It was okay."


It didn't make me see stars.  It did not make me swoon.  I thought that my
reaction told me that I was not gay.  I expressed this to him and said, "I
don't think that I am gay.  I don't want to fuck."


If Mark had allowed us to make out and take it where the feelings led, we
would have had a great fuck.  I would have been so hot and horny, I would
have pounded that boys firm ass with my big cock until I exploded inside of
him and then turned my cute ass to his cut piece of meat so that he too
could enjoy the pleasures of a tight hole.  We would have made hot, animal
lust, sex.  I was new to this and did not understand what I needed.  No one
talked about it.  It was two inexperienced guys trying to figure sex out.


Now I had done something that for ever fractured our relationship.  Mark
revealed to me that he loved gay sex and wanted more, and I responded that
I figured that I must be straight.  At that time, he was now completely
exposed if I ever revealed our experiment.


When school started again, Mark would not talk to me.  He was very angry at
me.  We were able to get alone.  I told him that I wanted us to still be
friends.  It didn't work.  I wanted to be friends, so I told him that I
wanted him to fuck me.  I would meet him after school, and we would go, and
he could have my ass.   It didn't help.  He was so hurt and wounded.  With
tears in his eyes, he left me there as he was unable to speak but only
shake his head no.  I had not meant to hurt him.  He didn't just want me as
a piece of meat.  I think that he had desire that we become lovers.  I was
more to him than I realized, and he was more to me that I knew too.


We never really talked much after that.  I soon had a girlfriend and it was
not long until I lost my virginity.  She was a hot, gorgeous girl.  I
didn't plan to go all the way that first time, but we started kissing and
all the hormones started flowing.  I could not stop myself.  I remember
looking down in disbelief as I watched my big, hard dick slide in and out
of her pussy.  It was an overwhelming feeling.  It was everything everyone
had ever told me it was and more.  I had no protection the first time and
knew I might make her pregnant but at that moment it did not matter.
Hormones were ruling my head-both of them.  I had to give her all of my
seed and boy did I.  Having held all that cum for years, my balls unloaded
filling her up and covering our couch in semen.  It covered a six foot by
three-foot area on my parent's couch.  It was leather not fabric.  The cum
was over the top of the cushions, under them, cum was everywhere.  No one
had ever told me about all the fluids.  It was a flood of fluid, but I
didn't care.


Now I was glad that Mark and I had not fucked that night in the car because
I would not have been able to explain all the stains on the fabric of the
family car.


I didn't try anything with another guy for years.  I focused only on
females.


It was years later, that I realized that I was and had always been
interested in males.  I just thought that it was normal to want to see
every guys dick.  I wanted to see the male body.  It was what turned me on
when looking at porn.


I got married and had a family.  I loved her and she me.  I loved sex with
my wife.  It was great, but I couldn't stop looking at men.


After graduating from high school, I ran into Mark a couple of times.  He
came out as gay.  I am sure his parents did not take it well.  He was
smart, but it seems that he didn't go to college like the rest of us did.
If he came out, I am sure his parents cut him off.  He was working as a
florist I heard.  He moved around the country staying here a year and there
a year.  Whatever actually happened to him, I am not sure.


That said, I have jacked off to thoughts of Mark for decades now.  If I
could have found him.  I would have asked him to be the one to take my
cherry which happened so many years later.  I would have asked that he be
the first man that I fucked.


I would have made love to him as I now knew how to.  Kissing him
passionately on the lips.  Then moving to his neck before working down to
his quarter size nipples which I would have sucked, kissed, licked, and
pinched.   I would have then continued down his hairless torso until I
reached the hard, thick, long cock of his.  I would work the head with my
tongue before taking all seven inches of it to the back of my throat
burying my face in the musty aroma of his pubes.  My efforts would drive
him crazy but would not let him cum yet.


This time, I would take his tight balls in my mouth and stroke that rod as
I did it.  Sliding my hand up and down that velvety hard dick.  Then my
mouth would work my way to his tight little hole on that bubble butt.  I
would bury my tongue deep in his hole until I heard the moans of delight.
I would work one finger in and then another as I prepared his hole for my
harden cock.  It would soon find the home that it had so long had hungered
for.


There would be the feel of my dick pressing against that opening.  My head
pressing to enter so that we could unite as one.  Connecting together after
all the years of yearning.  Then joy as I slowly sank inside of him feeling
the tightness.  Once my balls pressed firmly against his body with all
seven inches of my dick in him.  I would pause for a moment as finally the
desire of a lifetime was fulfilled.  I would again kiss him passionately
connecting us together.  One hand would massage his nipple at the same time
trying to heighten his pleasure.  Then slowly like a locomotive, I would
slowly start pressing working up to full speed.  Just as a piston, I would
pull out and press back in again and again slow at first.  Then getting
faster and faster.  My hands would be holding his shoulders pulling him
down on all of my cock.


Then there would be the sounds.  My balls flapping against his ass again
and again as I fucked him.  His moaning with pleasure.  My breathing
becoming heavier and heavier.  The sweat would begin to form making my body
glisten like a god as I worked to take us both to heaven.  Then there would
be my screams as my cock pulsed filling Mark with me.  Leaving something of
me inside of him.  We will have made love one with another.  This is what I
dreamed to do so many times as I stroke my cock thinking of what I wanted
as Mark was my first love.  That knowledge was a long time in coming.