First Time Experience Gay

I was an unhappy kid. Most of the time I kept to myself and studied. Tooutsiders I was the perfect child. I was good at school, the vice presidentof the Senior class and editor of the school paper. I was also polite,well mannered and a pillar of the Gordontown Baptist Church.

Things were good until I was 12-13. When the other boys started gettinginterested in girls, I didn\'t. I liked girls well enough. They just didn\'texcite me sexually. As a good Baptist I knew sex was bad, but somehow youhad to do it to have a family. This confused me. Sometimes I thought itwould be nice to be a Catholic Priest and then I wouldn\'t have to worryabout girls.

I guess by the time I was 16 I realized I was gay. I sure didn\'t want to begay, but that seemed to be what I was. At church there was a Sunday Schoolteacher who said there were camps and programs to make gay menstraight. After a number of sleepless nights, I got up enough nerve to talkto Rev. Wilder, our preacher, about it.

I was surprised when he told me the camps were more self delusion thanreal. \I think they hurt more than they help,\ he said. He didn\'t seem tobe mad at me, but a week later when I came home from school, Rev. Wilderwas leaving the house. He had been talking with Mom and Dad. I was scaredshitless.

Strangely nothing happened. Nothing happened at all. I was graduating inMay and going to the University. Most people thought I would go to thelocal Baptist college, but my parents pushed me toward the University. Momhad a talk with me. The University was state owned and considerably moreeconomical that the privately owned college.

\To tell you the truth, going to the College would be a problem forus. Your sister and brother need to go to school too in a few years,\ shesaid. \We\'ll send you wherever you want, but it would help us a lot if youpick the University.\ Then she said, \Don\'t say a world of this to yourDad. He doesn\'t want to admit our real situation.\

The University was large and had a national reputation. My grades werereally good, so I got in. I had thought a smaller school might be a saferbet for me, but I was flattered Mom had confided in me. I decided to go tothe University.

\You know it\'s a demanding school,\ he said. \Excelling there is nothinglike doing well at Gordonstown Central High school. It will take a lot ofwork.\

\I\'m willing to give it a try,\ I said.

Dad beamed in pleasure. \I think it\'s better to test yourself, than to takethe easier path,\ he said. \I\'m proud you made this decision.\

I had been planning to work as the Burger Barn for the summer, the way Ihad the year before, but something came up. An old friend of my Dad, JoeTocelli, had broken his leg and needed some help until he got back tonormal. Tocelli owned a real estate company and Dad thought it would be agood opportunity to learn some stuff about real estate and help his friend.

I wasn\'t interested in real estate at all, but I did what Dadwanted. Tocelli lived a hundred miles away, so I would live with him forthe three months between high school graduation and the beginning ofschool. Two days after graduation Dad took me to meet Mr. Tocelli. I hadmet him before when I was a kid, but I didn\'t remember anything about him.

His house was big and pretty. He had a pool and sat in the middle of whathad been a 500-acre farm. Mr. Tocelli was a big, heavy set man on crutches.He had black hair and a thick, black beard. He looked a little scary untilhe laughed. He had a big, belly laugh and his rather somber face lookedcheerful when he smiled.

He took us out to lunch. He had been in a bad car accident and they hadalmost amputated his leg. They had saved it, but there was a lot ofrehab. He was working from his house and needed a gopher and helper to gethim through the day. It was a difficult situation, but I discoveredMr. Tocelli was a jokester and he smiled a lot. He was cheerful is spite ofthe problems.

Dad left and I drove Mr. Tocelli to his home in his big Mercedes. He had acook and a gardener, so I didn\'t need to do any of that sort of thing. Healso had a physical therapist who came every other day. I was to help himwith his exercises on the other days.

\I\'m really embarrassed about his,\ he said as we drove. \I didn\'t want itat all, but Dr. Robins said it was necessary if I wanted to get back intothe swing of things in months rather than years. I can\'t do the stupidlittle things, like reaching high things and even taking my pants off.\

I got him out of the car and into the house easily. It was a one storyhouse, so he could get to his bedroom. He had pull bars hanging over thebed so he could lift himself up. I had to help him get out of his pants.Up to this point, he seemed like your ordinary, heavy, middle-agedbusinessman.

Once he got out of his clothes, he was very muscular and solid. He musthave worked out. He didn\'t look much like a modern muscleman like Arnold.He was built like one of the old boxers. Actually he looked more like KingKong than a boxer.

I had never seen a hairier man than Mr. Tocelli. I didn\'t know men couldgrow hair in some of the places Mr. Tocelli did. His leg was in a newbrace-like contraption. The break was below the knee and it held that partimmobile. The brace kept his leg at 30 degrees so he couldn\'t put hisweight on it even if he wanted.

\It\'s time to take my pants off,\ Mr. Tocelli said. \This is the hardestpart of my damn day.\ He undid his belt and pushed his pants down to justabove the brace. He wasn\'t wearing under pants. I wasn\'t experienced andthe only cocks I had seen were the boys in the High School showers.Mr. Tocelli didn\'t have a boy cock. It looked huge and hairy. There wassomething wrong with it. At first I thought he didn\'t have a cock head, butthen I saw it as a bulge in the cock shaft. It took me a second, then Irealized he was uncut. I had never seen an uncut cock before.

\You have to get them over the brace without jiggling the leg,\ hesaid. \Just take your time. My pants get snagged on parts of thiscontraption.\ He pulled his good leg out and I worked the cloth slowlyover the brace.

\By the way, my leg is mostly scars from where they patched me up,\ hesaid. \It\'s not pretty. But they don\'t hurt. Don\'t worry about them.\ Ittook a good ten minutes to do it. In that ten minutes I had more up closeand personal time with a cock than I had experienced in my entire18years. There was no way not to look at it.

\I\'m sorry I took so long,\ I said.

Mr. Tocelli smiled. \Shit, it took me 45 minutes the last time I did it,\he said. \You did well.\

\Where are your pajamas?\ I asked.

\Too much trouble,\ he said. \It\'s my birthday suit for me.\

\I guess you have your own fur coat,\ I said, without thinking.

He winked at me. \Let me show you to your room,\ he said as he got up andgot his crutches. My room was next to his, but it had its own bath,television and DVD player. His guest bathroom was fancier than the goodbath in my house.

\There\'s an intercom next to the bed. If I need you, I\'ll call,\ hesaid. \I wake up early at 6:00-6:30 or so. Is that a problem?\

\No problem for me,\ I said.

\I need some help in the shower,\ he said. \The Doc is afraid I\'ll slipand fall.\ He left. I went to the TV and turned it on. There was a pileof DVD\'s next to it. They were my favorite movies. I took a shower and gotin bed, watched half of a Star Wars movie and fell asleep.

Next morning the intercom rang and I went to Mr. Tocelli\'s room. \It\'sshower time,\ he said, \You\'d better get naked if you don\'t want to getsoaked.\ It was a walk in shower and I got the water going and helped himin.

\Can the brace get wet?\ I asked.

\Yes, we just have to dry it off after,\ he said. The shower had grab barseverywhere he would hold on one for balance, and stand on his good leg. Iwashed him. I noticed his cock looked bigger than it had the nightbefore. Then it hung straight down. Now it stuck out some. He wasn\'t hard,but was different.

\If you don\'t mind, could you peel back the skin and wash my cock head?\ heasked. \It gets ripe if I don\'t.\ I did as he asked. His cock head washuge too, and a deep purplish-blue color. He had a wide pissslit. Everything about his cock seemed big to me. His balls had been hiddenin his furry crotch, but they were big too.

He got a little harder as I washed him. I got a lot harder. Mr. Tocellididn\'t mind. I couldn\'t have been more embarrassed. I must have blushed.\We\'re all boys here,\ he said. We finished the shower. I helped him getdressed, put my clothes on again and we went to breakfast.

\Mr. Joe, how are you doing?\ an older Black woman asked.

\Good, this is Glen, Ruby. He the son of my best friend from college,\Mr. Tocelli explained. \He\'s going to help out for the next few months.\

\Dr. Robbins is going to be a happy man,\ she said. Ruby was a very thinand short older woman wearing a turban. \What would you like to have forbreakfast?\

\I take whatever is easy,\ I said.

Ruby laughed, \Honey, I\'m a former short order cook. Name what you want andI have on the table in three minutes flat.\

\Bacon and eggs for me,\ Mr. Tocelli said.

\I\'ll have the same,\ I said. Ruby was true to her word. She must have hada stash of bacon somewhere. After breakfast Mr. Tocelli went to his den tomake calls and check his e mail. A tall lanky man came to the door.

\Hi-ya Ruby!\ he called.

\Louie, this is Mr. Glen, he\'s helping out for a while.\ Louie talked withRuby and me as she produced another breakfast. He went off to the garden.

\Louie is a nice boy,\ she said. \A hard worker too. He wants to helpMr. Joe, but he\'s clumsy. He will do whatever you asked, but you need totell him exactly what you want.\ I understood what she meant. She toldwhat I needed to do during the day. She left at 4:30 and would have thediner ready, or ready to cook.

I went to the den and helped Joe with some filing. He was on the phone mostof the time. He wasn\'t a bossy man, but he knew what he wanted. We hadlunch. Then the physical Therapist came. He was a good-looking man namedRex. Rex was what you would call hard but fair. Mr. Tocelli had exerciseshe was to do every day and Rex showed me what to do on his off days.

\Rex was the executive director of a torture chamber in a previous life,\Mr. Tocelli joked.

\Joe, I may be mean, but all of my victims walk when I\'m through withthem,\ he replied.

\What\'s left of them walks,\ Mr. Tocelli quipped?

Rex laughed. \I don\'t want to hurt your feelings, but there doesn\'t seem tobe any chance you\'re going to blow away. Fifteen pounds less of you wouldbe good for me and you.\ Rex did all of his exercises and showed me what todo. He gave a running commentary explaining what he was trying to do andwhat to watch for. He had also written it out, so I wouldn\'t have toremember it all.

He was there for two hours and Mr. Tocelli needed to rest afterwards. Ihelped him lie down and went to my room. After the physical therapy sessionI was as tired as Mr. Tocelli. At four, Ruby knocked on my door, she wasgetting ready to go and she gave me instructions. Ruby lovedpost-its. Each pan and dish was labeled with cooking time andtemperatures. She also listed what to do and when.

At five Mr. Tocelli was up. He was wearing a robe. \Once Ruby\'s gone, Iusually go naked or just wear a robe,\ he said. \Is that a problem foryou?\

\Nope,\ I said. \I guess it is a lot easier for both of us that way.\ Henodded.

\Do you like to swim?\ he asked.

\I do, but I don\'t get to do it much.\

\As I recall, your father is a golfer?\

\He loves golf,\ I answered. \I caddied when the other boys were at thebeach.\

\Let\'s get in the pool,\ he said.

\I didn\'t bring me trunks with me,\ I said.

\As I said, we\'re all boys here.\ We went to the pool. I stripped andthen helped to ease him into the water. The water was warm, almost like abathtub.

Louie appeared. \Anything you need before I go, Mr. Joe?\ he asked.

\Nothing, you\'re at the nursery tomorrow, aren\'t you?\

\Yep, it time to get the fall flowers ready,\ Louie said.

\Do you want to join us?\ Mr. Tocelli asked. I didn\'t know a man couldstrip naked and jump in a pool as quickly as Louie did. He was at least 40years old, but he played like a kid. Louie was also a splasher. Normally Idon\'t like that, but it was so warm it was pleasant.

After playing for a while, I got out and sat next to Mr. Tocelli on theedge of the pool. Louie got out and jumped off the diving board. He washard. I was shocked, but Mr. Tocelli didn\'t seem to mind. Louie did thisa few times, then he swam over to us.

\The water\'s nice,\ Louie said, then he leaned over and began to suckMr. Tocelli. I was shocked and more turned on than I have ever been in mylife.

\Louie, we have company!\ Mr. Tocelli said, sternly.

\Sorry,\ Lou said as he pulled away from Joe\'s cock. Louie turned andbegan to suck my cock. Electric shocks of pure pleasure ran though mybody. I didn\'t know what to do, so I just sat there.

\Louie, you should ask before you suck a man\'s cock,\ Mr. Tocelli said. \Doyou want him to stop, Glen?\

I managed to croak out a no. \Have you ever done this before?\ he asked me.I shook my head. I was in heaven. Joe put his arm around me.

\Louie is a good cock sucker. Just relax and let nature take its course,\Joe said. I was really close to shooting, but Louie slowed down.

\Is he close, Louie?\

\He sure is,\ Louie replied.

\Do you want to shoot off now or wait for later?\ Mr. Tocelli asked. \Letme be frank. Louie and I are old playmates and we have a lot of fun fromtime to time. Would you like to join us?\

\I\'ve never done this before,\ I said. \It was . . .\ I paused. \It wasgood.\

\Would I surprise you if I told you it can be a lot better, more fun?\ heasked.

\I\'m afraid it wouldn\'t,\ I said. \I got good grades in school, but Ithink there\'s a lot more that I don\'t know than I do know.\

\Louie and I know a lot about man sex,\ Joe said. \It\'s all about pleasureand enjoying each other.\

\I\'ve been afraid of it,\ I said.

\My wife was that way,\ Joe said. \She was a good Catholic girl who wantedchildren, but didn\'t want to have sex. We had three kids, but it was anordeal for her. She couldn\'t get it into her head it was okay. She couldnever relax and go with the flow.\

\Are you divorced?\

\No, she died about five years ago, cancer,\ he said. \The secret to goodsex is letting loose. I guess the \try it, you\'ll like it\ line applies tosex. Maybe you will like it. Maybe you won\'t. Looking at you, I\'ll betthere wouldn\'t be much about sex you wouldn\'t like.\

\I like it all,\ Louie added. He was still licking my cock.

\I\'m not sure,\ I said.

\Let your cock be your guide,\ Louie said. \It\'s 100 sure!\ Louie wasright about that. I was a good Baptist boy who attended Sunday School everyweek, but my teachers had said or inferred about sex seem to come close toreflect what I was feeling. Being good to your neighbor and thinking cleanthoughts was good, but Louie\'s sucking was 1000 better.

\I\'m going to shoot!\ I cried. Instead of jumping back form my cock, Louietried to swallow it.

\Let it go,\ Joe said. \Louie loves the cream, let it flow.\

I was shivering, shaking and jerking as my cock spewed my cream intoLouie\'s eager mouth. I had never felt anything like it. I had jerked off,but that wasn\'t close to the sensation of Louie\'s mouth.

I had to get dinner ready, so I helped Joe get up and we went to thekitchen. Louie had to go home, so he left. I felt as if I had donesomething wrong, but Joe wasn\'t worried at all. We talked about things. Itwas an odd conversation. Joe talked to me as an adult, not as a kid. Icooked all the food following Ruby\'s instructions and it turned outperfectly. The food was very good, I cleaned up as Joe listened to thebusiness news on the TV.

After dinner we went out to the pool and sat in the warm late afternoonsun. I was a beautiful night. I help Joe get in the pool again. The poolwas great for him since he could move without stress. It was getting darkand I swam up to Joe, who was sitting on the edge of the pool again. Hiscock was at my mouth level and I couldn\'t resist trying it.

I hadn\'t guessed how exciting it would be. I knew how good I felt whenLouie sucked me, but I was clueless about what he was feeling. SomehowJoe\'s big, hairy and uncut cock awakened every sexual instinct I had. Ididn\'t know they existed.

\Work on the knob,\ Joe whispered. \It\'s big so don\'t try to take thewhole thing. Lick the edge of the mushroom. It\'s really sensitive.\ Thecock head was a mouthful, the size of a ripe plum. I was uneasy about theslit and tried to avoid, since I was afraid of piss. My tongue strayed andI tasted this sweet, thick stuff. If the cock awakened my sexual instincts,the sweet stuff pushed me into over drive.

I discovered if you licked the spot where the skin joined the underside ofhis head he would ooze a big glob of the stuff. I did this over and overagain.

\That\'s right,\ Joe said. \You\'re milking it.\

\What is that sweet stuff?\ I asked.

\Pre cum,\ he replied. \It means you\'ve got me revved up.\

\Are you going to shoot?\

\I hope so. Why don\'t we go to the bedroom and get comfortable?\ he asked.I helped get him out of the water. In the bedroom he got on the bed andhad me straddle him, so he could suck me. I shot off almost immediately.

\I guessed you were ripe,\ he said. \You can get to bed now. You don\'tneed to get me off.\

\I\'ll do it,\ I said.

Joe smiled. \I don\'t know about you, but I need some time to rechargebefore I can suck again after shooting.\ he said. \I want you to beenthusiastic when I pop!\

\You like to suck?\ I asked.

\4Sure, it\'s always good,\ Joe said. \I really love to fuck, but I\'ve gotthe wrong equipment for that.\

\What do you mean?\

\I like to top, but my cock is too big for most guys,\ he said. \It scaresaway most guys.\

\It\'s huge.\

\That\'s the problem,\ joe said. \Guys are either tourists, or thrillseekers. It\'s hard to find a man who can take it in the ass and enjoy it.\

\What about Louie?\

\He\'ll take it, but it\'s a chore for him,\ he said. \Louie would doanything I asked him to, but it\'s not fair. Sex is a two-way street.\

\Do guys really like it in the ass?\ I asked. \I can\'t understand that.\

\Some love it,\ he replied.

\I don\'t think it\'s for me.\

Joe smiled. \Do you know what a prostate is?\

\Only that it gets enlarged,\ I said.

\I can do a little experiment to see if you\'d be into ass sex,\ Joesaid. \Are you interested?\ I nodded. \Look in the drawer beside the bed,\he said. There\'s a tube of lubricant and a small bottle in there. Get itout.\

I got it out and gave it to him. \You take the bottle and give me thelube,\ he continued. \I\'m going to work a finger into your ass and feel foryour prostate.\

\Then what?\

\Well, I\'m going to press it a few times and see how you react.\

\Is that all?\

\Yep, that\'s it. You need to try to relax and open up your ass. If it\'s toohard, you take a sniff of the stuff in the bottle. It will relax you.\

\What id it hurts a lot?\

\Just tell me and we\'ll chalk it up as an unsuccessful experiment,\ hesaid. \Are you game?\ I wasn\'t really, but I nodded yes. I was scared, butcurious.

\Put one leg on the bed,\ he instructed me. Joe put some of the lube on hisfinger and then touch my ass. He lubricated around my hole then his fingergot closer to the opening. I thought I\'d be repulsed, instead I gotexcited.

\You\'re doing fine,\ he said.

\How do you know?\

Joe chuckled. \You\'re hard as a rock.\ I looked down. He was right. I hadjust shot off a few minutes earlier and now I was hard again. He swirledhis finger around my ass hole then applied pressure. He was pushing but notforcing his finger in. \Relax.\

\I\'m too excited to relax,\ I said.

\Take a little snort from the bottle.\ I did as he asked. The stuffsmelled chemically. I suddenly felt warm all over. A second later hisfinger was in and another second after that his finger found my prostate.I could barely stand up. A tidal wave of sensation swept over me. Joepressed my prostate a few times and I shot off again.

\Glen, you\'re going to have a good summer,\ Joe said. He paused then said,\So am I.\