It was the early 1970's and I was back in Boston to begin the school year. I was hitchhiking along Commonwealth Avenue at around 9:00 PM on a Friday after visiting some friends. I was thinking about giving up on a ride and taking the MBTA when a classic red Mustang convertible stopped and the passenger door opened. The driver was a well-dressed man of about 40-45. He was good looking, dark brown hair, deep green eyes and a welcoming smile. His name was Frank and he was a lawyer.
We chatted a bit and he told me he had gone through a bad week a needed a good stiff drink and invited me to accompany him. Since I was only 18 and looked 15, I didn't think any bar would serve me - I had certainly tried it often enough during my freshman year. "No problem", he said, "I live quite close and have plenty of liquor. Do you like Scotch?"
I had developed a real taste for scotch my freshman year so I quickly agreed to accompany him. It took very little time to arrive at his apartment, a modern (for the time) place on the twelfth floor with a nice view of the city. Frank poured us each a healthy measure of scotch and said he wanted to change out of his business suit into something more comfortable. I sipped my drink and admired the view from his living room window for a few minutes before he reappeared wearing gym shorts and a tee shirt. The shorts were close fitting and I could see the outline of his apparently large cock.
I tried not to stare but he caught me looking and smiled. Frank walked over to me and asked "Like what you see?" Then he pulled down the shorts revealing a semi-hard cock around 6 inches and thick. I could not tear my eyes from it as it swelled to around 8 inches as I stared dumbfounded at it. He took my right hand and placed it on his cock which was now rock hard. "Have you ever played with a man's cock before?" he asked. I silently shook my head no. "Would you like to?" With that he lifted my shirt over my head and began to unbuckle my pants and pull them down. By this time I had a raging hard-on. "You really do like what you see", he said. He knelt in front of me, pulled my feet out of shoes and pants and took my cock in his mouth. He licked and sucked for a few minutes before getting up and saying "I've had a rough day, I need a shower and I think you do too."
Frank took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. His shower stall was large enough to accommodate both of us. The warm water felt very nice and the closeness of a naked man was exciting. He rubbed soap all over my body paying particular attention to my cock and balls. He even stuck a soapy finger in my ass. I was experiencing sensations I never knew existed. To tell the truth, I had occasionally thought about being with a man but I had always pushed these thoughts away. Somehow, Frank had overcome all my hesitation.