Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2004 21:27:02 EDT
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Gay In The Rural South 1

This is a story that deals with sex between men and what it could have
been like during that time. If these sex acts offend you then you should
read no further. If any of the names and places are familure to you it
is just luck on my part because the entire story is fiction. All
comments are welcome at chartoe@aol.com


		Growing  Up  Gay  In  The  Rural  South  1


	The place could be anywhere in the southern states since they all
have areas where the population is spread out over many miles.  The main
topic of most of the conversations were, hunting, new kids, old trucks or
dogs, beer drinking and in general who was doing what in the county.  It
was like so many thousands of places all over the country.
	I lived and worked in the old family general store from the time I
was able to help sack groceries until the present.  I was the only
surviving son of a family with two kids, my older brother of about 6 years
had gone off and joined the army and was killed somewhere.  I am not sure
where because my parents wouldn't talk about it and it really is what drove
my mother off the deep end.  She past on when I was in High School and my
father seemed to gradually do down hill after that, but he managed to stay
busy with the store and I more or less took over about 5 years before he
passed on.
	School for me was not a lot of fun, I did all right but there was
no drive to do more than just pass.  I knew when I was a young teenager
that I was attracted to men and boys of my own age.  The only problem with
that was in the South and I am sure in other areas a boy or man did not let
it be known he was gay.  If there was even a suggestion that a guy was gay
he might as well move away.  If it had gotten out that I was no one would
have even ventured to buy anything from us.  You have to understand I am
talking about the late 50's and 60's.  Just before all the hippy movements
and flower power was the crave in the big cities.
	Well while growing up I had often been tempted to ask a friend if
he wanted to play and had even been called a fag once when I watched my
buddy taking a piss.  He kidded me about it so I knew better than
approaching him about the subject.  Once when we were all out and had been
drinking I had reached over and felt of one guy's crotch when he had passed
out.  He moaned and woke up but lucky for me he didn't know what had
happened.  So as you can see just about all of my gay sexual desires had
been pretty much held in check all my life until Mr. Jones started
frequenting the store.
	His real name wasn't Jones but that could apply to anyone in the
county.  He had been married for about 30 plus years when his wife passed
on and both his children had grown up and moved away to some city.  He had
very little work to do and absolutely no one to talk to so he had started
coming into the store on a pretty regular basis and chatting about the
weather and such.  I really didn't mind the company since I was lucky to
see more than two people a day during the week, but then it would get a
little crowded on Friday and Saturday evenings when he guys would come by
for the things they needed to dress up with.  Some of them had dates but
most of them would just come by and get some beer to drink.
	Mr. Jones would usually leave in the evening on the weekends when
everyone started showing up and of course being from the bible belt of the
south no one opened up for business on Sunday.  Not that everyone attended
church but no respectable place would open on the Lord's Day.  Some of the
guys would still come by and hang out but mostly just chat about their
dates and what they were going to be doing the following week.
	I remember the first day that Mr. Jones hinted about sex very
vividly.  We had stepped outside and I was commenting on how green all the
trees and grass was and how I needed to replace some of the rusty tin on
the store and maybe add some paint.  Mr. Jones had made some statement
about rust being the by-product of inactivity.  Wasn't sure just what he
was talking about but he made it clearer to me as he started telling me
about how him and his wife had made love every weekend and if he was lucky
once during the week.  He glanced at me to see my reaction, which was
somewhat embarrassment.  He giggled and said he was sorry for embarrassing
me but just wasn't sure what he was going to do now that his wife was gone.
	He didn't say anything for a while as we walked back into the
store.  As we entered the doorway he asked me what I did for sex.  I almost
choked and didn't know what I was going to say.  He said I didn't have to
tell him but he said he thought he had me figured out.  He said that in all
the years he had never heard of me going out on a date and there had been
no rumors around about me, but he said he figured I was a virgin.  He went
on to say that from the looks of things I was going to die one too.  He
sort of giggled at the last remark.
	I told him he was pretty much right that I was a virgin and there
didn't appear to be anyone around that was my age that interested me.  He
grinned and looked me right in the face and simply asked if I had ever
thought about having sex with a man.  My breath got caught in my throat and
all I could do was open my mouth.  He watched me to see my reaction and
when I said nothing he said he would take that as a yes, then added that
all men had at one time or another.
	He told me that if I wanted to give it a try that he was willing
anytime I was.  He took a bottle of beer and said he would probably be back
later and I would have time to think about what he had said.  I just stood
there and watched him walk away, as I was sure I was having one of my
dreams.  I felt my cock push against my pants and had the hardest desire to
pull it out and start jerking.  I walked around in a daze for the next few
hours and had to be called several times by customers when I drifted off.
	The usual people had made their pass through my store and I was
about ready to close up when Mr. Jones asked if I had given it any thought.
I jumped from the first sound because I had not seen him come up.  I turned
and started to tell him I was not interested but he could see right through
me by the way I was stammering.  He glanced down at my pants and said that
my other head had a different answer.  He said he would help me close up
and we could go in the back and talk about it.
	Neither of us said a word as we closed and locked the door before
pulling the blinds down.  We walked behind the counter and I cut the lights
off as we went on back into my living quarters.  Mr. Jones sat down at the
table and I got us both a beer before sitting down across from him.  He
took a couple drinks then said that all it would be was just some good sex
for both of us and no one would ever know.
	I knew I was willing but at the same time had tried to suppress
these feelings and now I was really confused.  He said that it would
benefit both of us if we did.  He said he was so horny that he was about to
bust and had started jerking off almost twice a day.  He said he knew I had
to be frustrated since I had never had any pussy or even a hand job from
someone else.  He said no one would think anything since he had been
hanging around since his wife had died anyway.
	We sat there for a few minutes drinking our beer without either of
us saying anything.  He finally said that if we were going to do anything
that we should just get right too it and he started unbuttoning his shirt.
I was too taken by the moment to move and just watched as this man
undressed in front of me and my cock started growing.  This was part of
many of my dreams that had waked me to an intense jerk off.
	Mr. Jones was no muscled up man by no means but it was apparent his
arms, shoulders and chest were very firm and I almost couldn't contain
myself from reaching over and rubbing my fingers through his salt and
pepper chest hair.  He jerked his boots off and started pushing his pants
down which left me breathless when I saw the outline of his semi hard cock
in his underwear.  He looked over at me and asked if I needed any help
getting undressed.
	I started fumbling with my shirt as I kicked my shoes off.  I
started removing my pants as my cock was wanting some attention.  As soon
as I stood up and pushed my pants down, Mr. Jones stepped over and rubbed
his hand over my cock.  I had to gasp and close my eyes as the pleasure and
desire took over.  He said we would just have to play it by ear since he
was not experienced at this either.
	He pushed my underwear down and my 7-inch uncut cock sprang out at
him.  He grabbed my cock and when he pushed the foreskin back that was all
it took.  My body started jerking and I started moaning as my cum shot out
and landed on his chest and stomach.  He started stroking my cock, which
forced the rest of my load out, and once it had stopped he slowed his
stroking down.  I told him I had to sit and was really sorry that I shot so
quickly.
	He said he understood especially since it was probably the first
time anyone had touched my cock since my mother had when she had bathed me
as a baby.  I grinned at him as he moved his chair beside mine and
continued to slowly massage the cum into my cock and balls.  I noticed his
shorts were tented even more so I slipped my hand over on top of his cock.
	He moaned when I touched him, which only excited me more.  He stood
up quickly and removed his shorts and I was looking right at about 8 inches
of thick uncut cock that was leaking pre cum.  Don't know what came over me
but I leaned over and licked the sweet tasting liquid from the tip of his
head that was peeking out of his foreskin.  He moaned and his cock even
jumped a little as it tried to enter my mouth.  I rolled my tongue around
in my mouth savoring the taste of the pre cum and wandering if the rest of
his cock taste the same.
	I opened my mouth as I peeled his foreskin back and slowly allowed
his cock in my mouth.  The hot feeling of his cock was the first thing I
noticed, before tasting a little more pre cum then a more bland taste.  It
was not bad at all and I moved my mouth back and forth a few times.
Mr. Jones jumped a couple times and said I should be careful with the teeth
but he didn't act like he wanted to remove his cock.
	I could feel how he was getting worked up and didn't know what I
would do if he started cumming.  He grabbed my head and was pumping more
and more of his cock into my mouth until I started choking.  He pulled back
but left the head of his cock lying on my tongue.  Once I had recovered he
started pumping again I have to say that having his hot cock moving in and
out of my mouth felt great and I was beginning to get the hang of keeping
my teeth out of the way.  He moaned once real loud and started pulling away
but I tried to keep him form it.  Just as his cock left my mouth it sprayed
his load partly in my mouth and partly on my face.  He shot several more
loads before his cock stopped.
	I raised my head up and he giggled as he saw the cum running down
my cheeks and off my chin.  He said he would get a rag as he stepped toward
the sink.  I reached down and notice that my cock was almost hard again as
I slowly stroked it.  When he returned he noticed and said it looked like I
was about ready for some real fun.  I wasn't sure what he was talking about
but the way I was feeling I was game for anything.  He cleaned my face up
and then his cock as he asked where I kept the lard.
	I pointed it out by the stove but was a little perplexed about what
he wanted it for, I was hoping he wasn't planning on cooking at that
moment.  He opened the lid and took out a generous portion and placed it on
a saucer.  He moved back over beside me and asked if my cock was ready for
some more action.  I looked down and it was as hard as it was going to get
so I said I was pretty sure it was ready.
	He took a little of the lard on his fingers and started rubbing in
the crack of his ass.  I asked him what he had in mind and he said I was
going to use his asshole like a pussy and fuck until I was finished.  I
thought for a minute and was wandering just how much pain and damage a cock
could do to a man's asshole.  After all I had used a couple fingers in mine
but that was only about half the thickness of my cock.  He must have
figured out what I was thinking about and said not to worry that at first
there would be some pain but if he were right it would start to feel great
after a while.
	He moved over to the table and leaned over as he spread his legs
and told me to use my fingers to open him up.  I still was unsure of this
but once my finger located his hot little hole there was no stopping me.
The first finger slid right in and he didn't show any signs of it hurting
him.  I did feel the sphincter muscle clamp down on my finger but it
quickly released as I started moving my finger in and out.  He didn't have
to tell me to put the second one in and he moaned a little when I did that.
	He reached down and started jerking on his cock as my fingers
worked in and out of him.  He was beginning to push back and forth with his
hips and I was really excited now.  He told me to go ahead and fuck him but
be slow at first.  I stood up behind him and placed the head of my cock
against his asshole and started a gently push.  Just when I thought the
head was going to go in it slipped up along the crack of his ass.  He told
me to try again and to be a little more forceful until it went in.
	This time I placed the cock there and held on to it with my hand as
I thrust my hips forward.  The head popped in as I heard the air rush out
of Mr. Jones.  I stopped and remained still as he caught his breath.  He
told me to slowly work it back and forth like I had done my fingers.  I was
thinking that would be no problem but quickly found out that all I wanted
to do was ram my cock as deep inside him as I could.  I was able to control
myself but the pressure was building up rapidly.
	I heard him sigh once then tell me to go ahead and fuck him hard as
I wanted.  I thrust forward and heard him grunt but by this time it was too
late to stop me as I started pumping in and out with rapid strokes.  I was
grunting and moaning as my orgasm was steadily approaching and I had really
forgotten all about Mr. Jones.  I grabbed his hips and thrust forward real
hard as my cum exploded inside his asshole.  I did this several times and
managed to here a few grunts from him.
	I stopped and held myself against his ass as the warmth of the
orgasm spread over me and I was able to recharge the energy I had spent.  I
finally stepped back and slowly pulled my limp cock out of his ass and
watched as my cum ran out and fell on the floor.  He spread his legs wider
and raised up as he let as much of it drain out as possible.  I sat back
down and took another drink of my beer as I just let the whole experience
run back through my mind.
	Mr. Jones grabbed a towel and sat down in his chair as he asked me
how I liked that.  I told him it was better than I even imagined it could
be.  I asked him if it hurt when I was doing it to him and he sort of
grinned and said I would find out soon enough.  He then said it did hurt
right at the start but soon the lube took over and all he could feel was my
hot cock moving in and out of him.  He said that a couple times he really
felt some chills go through him like he was about to cum again.
	He picked up his beer and while finishing it off he was stroking
his cock with his other hand.  I told him I had to go take a piss and would
be right back, he grinned and said that was great because he wanted me up
for the next round.  Again I wasn't sure what he was talking about but made
it to the bathroom just in time to let the floodgates open.  I was almost
finished when Mr. Jones stepped beside me and started relieving himself.  I
jumped a little but he told me to just continue what I was doing.  It was
hard considering I had been raised to have all the privacy I could when
using the bathroom.
	He noticed my stream was weakening and started rubbing my ass as
his cock was still shooting a steady stream of piss.  He finally finished
and we both shook our cocks and jerked the foreskin back and forth a few
times to get the last few drops out.  As we returned to the kitchen I asked
him if he wanted another beer and he said he was fine but that I probably
would need one more to really loosen me up.  As I grabbed the beer he told
me to grab the saucer and for us to go to the bedroom.
	When we got there he had me sit down on the edge of the bed and
drink my beer as he sucked my cock into his mouth.  I could not believe how
great that felt when he pulled the foreskin back and pushed his hot lips
over the head of my cock.  He did this slowly as I drank my beer.  He had
me spread my legs as much as that position would allow as he played with my
balls and just beneath them.  I was beginning to want his finger to find my
asshole and I guess he figured it out.
	He took the beer from me and had me lay back on my back as he
picked my legs up over his head.  I gasped when I felt his moist lips
moving around the crack of my ass.  Once he located my asshole his hot
tongue came out and found the center of it.  He started licking all around
and darting his tongue inside as I tried to force my ass even further on
his tongue.  He pulled away just long enough to get the saucer of lard.  He
spread some all around my asshole then slowly slipped a finger inside.
	The finger felt great and a couple of times he hit a spot inside me
that really sent shockwaves through my groin and the rest of my body.  He
must have noticed some reaction because he continued to return to that same
spot.  He was gentle and slow as he took about ten minutes to work two more
fingers inside my ass.  I was beginning to jerk on my cock and it felt
great but it didn't seem to be hard as before.
	Mr. Jones said he thought I was ready for him if I wanted to try.
I wasn't sure about trying him but he had stirred something in my ass and I
needed him to do something about it.  I told him to try and he stepped up
between my legs.  He rubbed his cock around some before placing it at my
asshole and asking me if I was ready.  I said I was but within a split
second had wished I hadn't.  The sharp pain that rain through my body as
his cock forced its way inside was almost too much.  I gasped and wanted to
scream but all the air was out of my lungs.  Mr. Jones looked at me and
pumped in and out a few times then waited for me to catch my breath.
	The pain had stopped a little when he stopped and he slowly pushed
his cock all the way in.  I winch and he stopped and I was telling him to
pull it out when it hit that particular spot again.  I told him not to stop
and he pushed it back in.  He told me to just relax and the pain would
leave as he started pumping in and out of me.  Every other stroke of his
cock started sending chills through my body and I knew there was no way I
wanted him to stop.  He could tell I was enjoying it now and started
pumping faster and harder.
	He was moaning and grunting as he fucked me good.  I could hear him
reaching his moment of no return but couldn't believe the pleasure that
shot through me as my own cock erupted in a fountain of cum.  I jerked
beneath his grip but he never missed a stroke until he was shooting his on
load inside me.  He was almost screaming as each volley of cum left his
cock.  When it was over he just collapsed beside me on the bed and I could
hear his heavy breathing as he tried to recover.
	We finally managed to get up and get another beer as we sat at the
table and talked about what had happened.  He told me that there was no way
anyone could know about it or both of us would have to leave.  I looked at
him and grinned and said as long as he came over and fucked me like he had
just done I wouldn't tell anyone.  We both laughed and agreed it could be a
good arrangement for both of us.