This is indeed a true story but names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. A friend encouraged me to look back at my life and to recount how I came down to this particular point in life. So after more than 20 years of wonderful, secret passion, of pleasing older men and myself, I write the story.
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Chapter One: The Discovery
I was never a bad kid. I never got into trouble and I always tried my best to please my elders. I was an innocent kid. I didn't run after the girls and I was pretty damn shy. Still, I must say, I was a good looking kid. My complexion was fair, my hair thick and blonde, my eyes blue and my body a perfect specimen. I had no blemishes to speak of. My legs were long and shapely, for a boy, and when I wore thin shorts it was evident that I was packing heat. Although I thought myself every bit the young man, still there was a femininity about me that I myself didn't notice. I tell you all of this because older more mature daddy types did notice it.
In any event, when I turned eighteen (I had already graduated high school), my parents let me go to work at a local national park near the river. It was a blast to work there. I met lots of nice people, both local and from far off. My parents trusted me so they allowed to stay in a house on the park's property. It was at the very edge of the park property and it afforded me great privacy.
I worked for a month or so and although I met lots of nice people, I met no girls I wanted to date. That didn't mean I didn't try. So, I worked and in the evenings I jogged around the park roads to stay in shape. I usually had the place to myself and that allowed me quiet time to think and keep my young body fit.
The fateful afternoon was an otherwise quiet and stifling hot afternoon. I was running and getting a nice sweat on. About a quarter mile from my house, I met another guy jogging. He was older (at the time he was 38) but in great physical shape. He was muscular and trim with a friendly, slightly cocky air about him. I didn't think much about him. He was just another guy jogging. We spoke and exchanged a few pleasantries and I continued with my run.
The next afternoon, I was in my yard washing my car when he came running by again. The jogger ran into my yard and stood under a tree watching me. I spoke.
"Nice seeing you again," I told him.
He smiled and replied, "I saw you yesterday and wanted to really make your acquaintance, so I'm here."
I laughed, "Yes, you are. Now what are we to do about that?"
He laughed, "You tell me. I'm Kirk, by the way."
"Glad to meet you officially Kirk. I'm Jamie," I informed him.
And so it went for a while. Lots of small talk followed. Eventually we learned that we were both fairly lonely and didn't have anyone to hang out with. Now that I'm older, I'm pretty sure Kirk used the opportunity to begin the seduction act. At the time, I was totally clueless. I learned that he lived on a rather nice houseboat on the lake side of the dam at one of the larger marinas.
In the next week or so, we met and ate dinner or lunch and really started to get to know one another. One Friday morning Kirk came by my workplace and basically asked me out on a date.
His question went something like this, "I thought I would take you over to Alexander's tonight and then to a private party. What do you think?"
I was a little stunned and confused. Alexander's By The Dam was a fashionable and very expensive restaurant and private parties in that area on the river or the lake were very exclusive.
I blushed before answering, "That would be nice. Are you sure?"
Kirk smiled and winked before replying, "Of course, I'm sure. It's a date!"
I was quite confused. Was I about to go on a date with a guy? He wasn't just a guy, he was a man, full grown, handsome and affluent. I was trying to make sense of it all but really couldn't.
Kirk picked me up that night. I wore khaki shorts and a golf shirt. It was hot so I wore as little possible. He wore loose fitting linen pants and a linen shirt half buttoned. He looked great and I told him so.
He laughed and asked, "Nice enough to take home to Momma?"
I laughed nervously and said, "I don't know, I guess we'll see." I wasn't really sure what to make of all of it.
Our dinner at Alexander's was nice and quiet in a dimly lit dining room with just a few other guests. Kirk spared no expense and was very attentive. Still, I didn't think of this as a date. I didn't consider myself gay. I was just enjoying a very nice dinner with a new friend. But the look in his eyes told me he saw it entirely different. He was out to conquer me and to make me something other than a buddy.
He drank a little wine but I had to confess that I couldn't. I wasn't old enough. Still Kirk talked his waiter friend into leaving two glasses with him. I had a couple of glasses and got to feeling a little looser. Our talk was nice and I found myself enjoying the "date" immensely.
Kirk was relaxed and full of himself, but in a good way. He paid and we drove up the river to a nice gated two-story brick home.
"Whose house?" I asked Kirk.
He told me the home belonged to an old friend of his named Jim. This guy had worked with Kirk many years before and they had stayed in touch and remained friends. Kirk didn't tell me the nature of the party and I didn't ask. We got out the car and walked around the back of the house to the area of the swimming pool. A few people were splashing around and I could see pockets of people off in the dark shadows around the pool engaged in what looked like "making out." We quickly made out way into the back patio door. We walked toward the second floor staircase. I looked off to my right and saw a sight I'd never seen. A young guy my age was on all fours on a sturdy coffee table. One older man was behind him fucking him in the ass and another older man was feeding him a cock down his throat. It was 2 on 1.
I looked at Kirk and he just smirked and I drew closer to him and held to his arm. We passed the kitchen and I saw a younger guy sitting on a counter top while an older man gave him a blowjob. Kirk led me upstairs. I was nervous now and so needed some affirmation.
"Kirk," I asked, "what are we doing here?"
He smiled reassuringly and replied, "Don't worry, we're just making an appearance for the sake of being polite to Jim."
We made our way down the darkened hallway and entered a bedroom. A couple was on the bed. They were both naked and the older man was rimming the younger man. Keep in mind I wasn't so sure what he was doing to the kid at that time. I learned these concepts later. That night at that moment, I was still very much a virgin. Completely.
Out of concern, I looked to Kirk but he just shook his head and told me to sit on the sofa with him and relax.
"We're just here for the show," he assured me.
So we watched these two guys go at it. I began to get horny watching them. My cock began to grow and after a moment, I felt a hand rest on my crotch. I jumped. Kirk just smiled and squeezed my hardening cock a little harder. I let him. He reached over and took my small hand and moved it toward his own crotch. Through the loose linen I could tell he wasn't wearing any underwear and his growing cock was becoming stiff under the loose linen. I could actually only wrap my hand partially around his stiffening cock.
In a moment, Kirk took me by the hand and whispered, "Come with me."
He took me by the hand and let me further down the hallway to a much smaller bedroom. Once inside, he closed and locked the door. He led me to the bed and softly commanded me, "Take your clothes off and lie on your back."
I began to protest. I stuttered, "I'm not ready for this. I can't."
"It's okay," he tried to reassure me, "I'm just going to show you how a man's hands feel on your body...to show you how it feels to be jacked off by another man. That's all."
