This is a true story. I shunned the lifestyle with a few exceptions. Now that I am in my later years. I have decided to embrace it with encouragement from my wife.
Chapter One Caught (First Male Encounter)
I was 18, and it was the summer I graduated from higschool, just before I left for the army.
I didn't have much of a home life, and Mom had kicked me out of the house. I needed a place to live so I asked my best friend Robbie if I could live with him and his dad just till I left for the Army in September.
Robbie asked his dad Bill if it would be okay. Bill agreed and I moved in. Bill was divorced so it was just the three of us.
Robbie's dad was a contractor, and Robbie went to work with his dad every morning. You could set a clock by their comings and goings. Up by four am gone by five, and back home at seven pm.
I was unemployed, and because I really couldn't pay anything, for staying there. I cleaned the house, mowed the lawn, cooked and did the laundry. No one asked me to do it. I just did it to show my appreciation.
One day I was straightening out the garage, and I came across an old suitcase. When I went to move it. I noticed it had something in it. I opened it and found a porno cache of VHS tapes, and skin mags.
Everyday after that I would get up early, and get my work done. I would grab a few tapes from the suitcase, and have an all afternoon jack off session. I would time it with Robbie's, and his dads work schedule. I would have everything cleaned up and put away before they came home.
I was doing my usual thing one day. Spread out naked on the couch, tape in the VCR, cock in hand. I was really getting into it, when I heard the front door open.
I tried to scramble around for the remote and cover my nakedness, but I was caught. I looked at the large figure that came through the door, and was horrified to see my friends dad Bill, standing there. He just looked at me a moment, smiled and said.
"I see you found my stash."
I didn't answer. I couldn't even look his direction. I was so embarrassed, my cock went limp, and I just sat there.
He acted fairly non chalant about it.
He was like "Oh hell, lighten up. We all do it. I might even join you."
Then he walked in the kitchen asked if I wanted a beer.
I licked my dry lips, and meekly answered.
"Sure."
I looked at the clock it was only three in the afternoon. While he was getting our beer. I hollered into the kitchen.
"Why are you home so early?
My voice trembled, and I knew it gave me away. I was nervous, a little intimidated, and a lot scared.
As he came back in the front room he took a pull from his open beer and simply said.
"It's raining."
"Damn." I thought to myself.
"How could I have been so stupid."
While he was in the kitchen. I managed to turn off the tape, and slipped on my underwear. I was pulling my shirt on when he came back in to the room.
"You didn't have to do that."
He kept looking at me as he crossed the room.
He sat down on the opposite side of the couch I was on. Handed me my beer, and began taking off his boots and socks.
"Turn the TV back on lets watch some porn."
"You were serious about that?"
I just looked at him as he began stripping down.
"Turn it on." He insisted and sat back lifted up his hips and slid his underwear down.
Now this was a big guy. Bill was 42 years old and in great shape. Stout muscular build probably some genetics, but mostly from working construction all his adult life. He was attractive, chiseled facial features, with jet black hair. He could have his pick of women. In fact his ex wife was very attractive. She provided many nights, of spank material.
His cock was already hard and sprang up from a dark black bush. This dude was hairy all over. His cock wasn't overly large maybe 6 to 6.5 inches but it was thick, with a big meaty head on it.
Now, me by contrast. I was tall 6'2" and about 165 lbs. I had a swimmers build. I had long wavy brown hair, that draped around my neck about shoulder length. Hey it was the 70's. Men wore their hair long.
I was willowy, lanky, toned but not muscular. My cock was longer when fully erect I was close to 8 inches, but nowhere near as thick as Bill's.
Bill looked strong, powerful. He was confident, and had a commanding male presence.
I was meek, timid, and shy. I was still trying to find my way as a man. I had no real idea what that was, or what it took.
The TV came to life and he began slowly rubbing his cock and lightly tugging on it. I noticed his big ball sac would move with each slow tug. He sipped his beer, and kept looking my direction.
I was so nervous my cock wouldn't get hard. I couldn't believe this big bear of a man was sitting there, sipping his beer slowly rubbing his cock. I would sneak peeks over at him. He must have noticed and directly he was telling me to get naked.
"Come on, we're just a couple a guys, drinking beer and watching porn."
He would cajole, and insist I get comfortable. "As he called it." The whole time he tugged on his ever hardening cock.
He turned his attention to the movie. I took that as my cue, and I did as he told me. I removed my t shirt and underwear.
My limp dick just lay lifeless. Without looking my way. Bill scooted closer to me. He took a drink of his beer, and slid his hand up on my upper thigh. His fingers just inches from my groin, and limp dick.
My mind went white with panic. Afraid to move I just sat there as his hand caressed my thigh.
I forgot to breath when I felt the first touch of his fingers on my ball sack
"Here let me help you with that."
I Heard him say. I exhaled his voice having brought me back to the moment. I sat there frozen. I couldn't believe this was happening.
" I wasn't gay. Was he gay? He couldn't be." I told myself. "He was married, and has kids."
He placed his hand on my limp cock and began slowly tugging at it, as he did his own cock. His touch sent tingles through my balls and up my spine.
I labored to breath. My body tensed up at his initial touch. I closed my eyes and leaned back. As his fingers coaxed and prodded my limp cock to life.