BuckRogers
Virgin
My name is Jon Parker, from Baltimore Maryland. Right after graduation I decided to travel the countryside for a year before going to college. The many years of constant homework and athletic activities had awarded me a diploma and now it was time to reward myself.
My body was in prime condition, and I was always considered hot looking by the high school girls. Silky brown hair, aqua green eyes and perfect pearly white teeth would draw stares from my classmates, even some of the boys.
I never dated in high school. My curriculum and sports events left little time for social interaction. The biggest reason I didn't date girls was the fact that I was gay. From early on in my life, I had been attracted to other men. This fact was hidden from everyone, with the exception of Carl Stewart, who was my next door neighbor. Carl was a good looking accountant, who worked for a large health insurance company. Carl was a tall blonde with brown eyes and a slim body. He was married and had two kids. Carl was also bisexual, a fact he kept secret from his wife.
One day after my eighteenth birthday, I couldn't sleep and decided to check out the night sky. I noticed a light in the neighbors unattached garage and decided to see what was up. Mr. Stewart always made my cock twitch with excitement whenever I was around him and for some reason I felt the feeling was mutual.
Carl was surprised to see me considering it was almost midnight. Carl was in the process of staining some trim wood for the completion of his basement, which he was remodeling. Carl's firm ass and inflated privates were stuffed inside a pair of denim blue jeans. I began the conversation with my idea of taking a year off after graduation.
As we talked, I found myself attracted to Carl's friendly demeanor and his uniquely mature features. I felt as if I could talk to Carl about anything. When I told Carl about my birthday celebration, he quickly offered me a beer to initiate the fact that I was now a man.
I told Carl the beer was a good first step to manhood but I was anxious to experience other prohibited activities.
Carl took a swig of beer, looked me in the eyes and asked " Like what for instance."
"Sex" I replied.
Carl laughed and asked if I was a virgin.
I nodded that I was.
Feeling embarrassed, I quickly tried to explain.
"It's not like I don't know anything about sex, I masturbate on a daily basis." I blurted out
I admitted that girls, although nicely built, did not stimulate me academically. My female classmates are mostly interested in fashion, entertainment and the environment.
Carl looked at me intently and asked " Is that a fancy way of saying you like guys more".
Again I nodded and begged Mr. Stewart not to divulge this information to anyone.
"You have my word, Jon that I won't tell a soul. In fact, before I met my wife, I had a period in my life when I engaged in a three way session with my then girlfriend and her brother. I found that both sexes have interesting qualities that peaked my interest. Occasionally, I would solicit her brother for some one on one action."
"You did it with another guy?" I inquired.
Carl nodded and added that he is still interested in that form of pleasure, although finding a willing discreet partner is very hard to obtain.
"Where would I find someone" I questioned.
"You might try rest stops, parks, or bars. But I think your best bet would be a next door neighbor, who is eager to fulfil your request" Carl replied then licked his lips seductively.
I understood Carl's intent but was unsure of how to proceed.
Carl sensed my inexperienced reluctance and made a confident move towards me.
"Don't worry Jon, I will show you what to do."
That said, Carl began to kiss me passionately on the lips and the neck. Mr. Stewart guided my hands around his body. By instinct, I immediately began to massage my neighbors back and buttocks. Carl had his hands on both sides of my head forcing his tongue into my mouth. The feeling of our bodies pressed together caused my dick to harden. Soon I was actively penetrating Carl's mouth with my tongue as well.
Carl grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, lifted it up over my head and discarded it on the floor of the garage. We continued our wildly energetic tongue tug of war as Mr. Stewart began to stimulate my nipples with his fingers. Everything Carl did was excitingly new and caused my cock to swell even harder. Little did I know that this encounter would change me forever, guiding me to a path of perpetual sexual satisfaction.
Carl disengaged our kiss and lowered his body to a kneeling position. He looked up at me with lust in his eyes as he lowered my shorts to the floor. My erect cock stared Carl in the face. With no hesitation Mr. Stewart opened his mouth and began to feast on my 7 1/2 inch long adolescent meat.
My neighbor's warm mouth and tight lips surrounded my shaft. The sensation was totally profound and undeniably welcome. I found myself purposely thrusting my hips, forcing my thick pole deeper into Mr. Stewart's gullet. Carl moaned with pleasure as he savored the taste of my young fuck stick. Being that this was my first blowjob, the overwhelming concept of getting sucked off by my hot neighbor was too much for me to control. My excited state soon spurred my groin and my body jerked as I expelled the contents of my balls into Carl's willing throat. Mr. Stewart gorged himself on my youthful milky essence as he continued to suck my rod until every last drop was consumed.
"What do ya say, Jon. Did you like that? Carl asked.
I nodded my approval.
"Well, then if that is the case, it is customary to return the favor" he added.
Carl unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper of his jeans. Curious to see what Carl was offering me, I knelt on the floor and yanked Mr. Stewart's pants to the ground. Carl's 8 inch long endowment was fully erect, with large veins running along the entire length. Carl's blonde pubic hair covered the crotch area and his balls. My hand reached out and grabbed his boner, stroking it like a little kid with a new toy.
Mr. Stewart impatiently grabbed my head with both hands and forced me to go down on his engorged member. I was tasting the naked flesh of another man and I loved it. Carl's wet slippery organ had a distinctive palatable flavor which I found very delectable. I discovered my love of cock as I greedily devoured Carl's big fat tube steak. Mr. Stewart's soft moans were testament to my new born ability to literally siphon the cum from another guy's equipment. I grabbed Carl's balls and fondled them with my hand.
"Yeah, that's great Jon, your mouth is on fire. You are a born cocksucker, " Carl concluded.
Frantically my head bobbed up and down as Mr. Stewart's steel hard ramrod slide easily in and out of my mouth.
Suddenly I felt a warm liquid sensation filling my mouth and realized that Carl was ejaculating his sperm. I automatically began to swallow my neighbor's seed with zeal then licked his pole clean.
Carl lifted me up, gave me a reassuring wink, then began to kiss me again.
Over the next year, I would meet up with Mr. Stewart in the garage 2 -3 times a week, where he would teach me a different aspect of gay lovemaking. In no time at all, our private sessions always involved totally naked sucking and fucking each other for hours on end. No one discovered our secret and we still get together for an occasional sweat fest.
Now I was saying goodbye to my parents and to Baltimore as I began a year long trek across the country. I planned to hitchike from state to state soaking in the scenery and meeting new people, especially men
My dad approved of the trip, because it would teach me about life, but my mother was worried about the unknown dangers.
It the spring of 1964 and my mother cried as I boarded a plane to California. I assured her that I would call often and let her know I was alright.
So begins the cross country adventures of Jon Parker.
My body was in prime condition, and I was always considered hot looking by the high school girls. Silky brown hair, aqua green eyes and perfect pearly white teeth would draw stares from my classmates, even some of the boys.
I never dated in high school. My curriculum and sports events left little time for social interaction. The biggest reason I didn't date girls was the fact that I was gay. From early on in my life, I had been attracted to other men. This fact was hidden from everyone, with the exception of Carl Stewart, who was my next door neighbor. Carl was a good looking accountant, who worked for a large health insurance company. Carl was a tall blonde with brown eyes and a slim body. He was married and had two kids. Carl was also bisexual, a fact he kept secret from his wife.
One day after my eighteenth birthday, I couldn't sleep and decided to check out the night sky. I noticed a light in the neighbors unattached garage and decided to see what was up. Mr. Stewart always made my cock twitch with excitement whenever I was around him and for some reason I felt the feeling was mutual.
Carl was surprised to see me considering it was almost midnight. Carl was in the process of staining some trim wood for the completion of his basement, which he was remodeling. Carl's firm ass and inflated privates were stuffed inside a pair of denim blue jeans. I began the conversation with my idea of taking a year off after graduation.
As we talked, I found myself attracted to Carl's friendly demeanor and his uniquely mature features. I felt as if I could talk to Carl about anything. When I told Carl about my birthday celebration, he quickly offered me a beer to initiate the fact that I was now a man.
I told Carl the beer was a good first step to manhood but I was anxious to experience other prohibited activities.
Carl took a swig of beer, looked me in the eyes and asked " Like what for instance."
"Sex" I replied.
Carl laughed and asked if I was a virgin.
I nodded that I was.
Feeling embarrassed, I quickly tried to explain.
"It's not like I don't know anything about sex, I masturbate on a daily basis." I blurted out
I admitted that girls, although nicely built, did not stimulate me academically. My female classmates are mostly interested in fashion, entertainment and the environment.
Carl looked at me intently and asked " Is that a fancy way of saying you like guys more".
Again I nodded and begged Mr. Stewart not to divulge this information to anyone.
"You have my word, Jon that I won't tell a soul. In fact, before I met my wife, I had a period in my life when I engaged in a three way session with my then girlfriend and her brother. I found that both sexes have interesting qualities that peaked my interest. Occasionally, I would solicit her brother for some one on one action."
"You did it with another guy?" I inquired.
Carl nodded and added that he is still interested in that form of pleasure, although finding a willing discreet partner is very hard to obtain.
"Where would I find someone" I questioned.
"You might try rest stops, parks, or bars. But I think your best bet would be a next door neighbor, who is eager to fulfil your request" Carl replied then licked his lips seductively.
I understood Carl's intent but was unsure of how to proceed.
Carl sensed my inexperienced reluctance and made a confident move towards me.
"Don't worry Jon, I will show you what to do."
That said, Carl began to kiss me passionately on the lips and the neck. Mr. Stewart guided my hands around his body. By instinct, I immediately began to massage my neighbors back and buttocks. Carl had his hands on both sides of my head forcing his tongue into my mouth. The feeling of our bodies pressed together caused my dick to harden. Soon I was actively penetrating Carl's mouth with my tongue as well.
Carl grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, lifted it up over my head and discarded it on the floor of the garage. We continued our wildly energetic tongue tug of war as Mr. Stewart began to stimulate my nipples with his fingers. Everything Carl did was excitingly new and caused my cock to swell even harder. Little did I know that this encounter would change me forever, guiding me to a path of perpetual sexual satisfaction.
Carl disengaged our kiss and lowered his body to a kneeling position. He looked up at me with lust in his eyes as he lowered my shorts to the floor. My erect cock stared Carl in the face. With no hesitation Mr. Stewart opened his mouth and began to feast on my 7 1/2 inch long adolescent meat.
My neighbor's warm mouth and tight lips surrounded my shaft. The sensation was totally profound and undeniably welcome. I found myself purposely thrusting my hips, forcing my thick pole deeper into Mr. Stewart's gullet. Carl moaned with pleasure as he savored the taste of my young fuck stick. Being that this was my first blowjob, the overwhelming concept of getting sucked off by my hot neighbor was too much for me to control. My excited state soon spurred my groin and my body jerked as I expelled the contents of my balls into Carl's willing throat. Mr. Stewart gorged himself on my youthful milky essence as he continued to suck my rod until every last drop was consumed.
"What do ya say, Jon. Did you like that? Carl asked.
I nodded my approval.
"Well, then if that is the case, it is customary to return the favor" he added.
Carl unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper of his jeans. Curious to see what Carl was offering me, I knelt on the floor and yanked Mr. Stewart's pants to the ground. Carl's 8 inch long endowment was fully erect, with large veins running along the entire length. Carl's blonde pubic hair covered the crotch area and his balls. My hand reached out and grabbed his boner, stroking it like a little kid with a new toy.
Mr. Stewart impatiently grabbed my head with both hands and forced me to go down on his engorged member. I was tasting the naked flesh of another man and I loved it. Carl's wet slippery organ had a distinctive palatable flavor which I found very delectable. I discovered my love of cock as I greedily devoured Carl's big fat tube steak. Mr. Stewart's soft moans were testament to my new born ability to literally siphon the cum from another guy's equipment. I grabbed Carl's balls and fondled them with my hand.
"Yeah, that's great Jon, your mouth is on fire. You are a born cocksucker, " Carl concluded.
Frantically my head bobbed up and down as Mr. Stewart's steel hard ramrod slide easily in and out of my mouth.
Suddenly I felt a warm liquid sensation filling my mouth and realized that Carl was ejaculating his sperm. I automatically began to swallow my neighbor's seed with zeal then licked his pole clean.
Carl lifted me up, gave me a reassuring wink, then began to kiss me again.
Over the next year, I would meet up with Mr. Stewart in the garage 2 -3 times a week, where he would teach me a different aspect of gay lovemaking. In no time at all, our private sessions always involved totally naked sucking and fucking each other for hours on end. No one discovered our secret and we still get together for an occasional sweat fest.
Now I was saying goodbye to my parents and to Baltimore as I began a year long trek across the country. I planned to hitchike from state to state soaking in the scenery and meeting new people, especially men
My dad approved of the trip, because it would teach me about life, but my mother was worried about the unknown dangers.
It the spring of 1964 and my mother cried as I boarded a plane to California. I assured her that I would call often and let her know I was alright.
So begins the cross country adventures of Jon Parker.
Hope we do not have to wait too long for the next installment !
