This story is loosely based on real events in the 1970s. Loosely, because it was a long time ago and I can't remember it as well as I'd like to. Of course it was long before HIV, and we didn't use condoms.
I was a slow learner -- didn't come out till my late twenties, after I'd finished my Army service and started at university in North Queensland. My sexual experience was pretty limited -- Townsville in the 1970s wasn't exactly a gay paradise, to say the least, and gay sex was still a criminal offence.
I boarded in a house with a lecturer and he'd had some people over to dinner with us one night. They had brought along a young guy named Peter who was just eighteen. He had left a homophobic home situation in some god-awful mining town and was boarding with them till he could get a job and earn some money.
Peter was a good-looking young guy, dusky-skinned so I guess he had indigenous family. After dinner I walked them to the gate in the near darkness and gave each person a hug goodbye. But as I gave Peter his hug he slipped his tongue in my ear in a blatantly sexual way. That made me really excited, but I couldn't do anything about it then.
A week or two later his friends phoned our house and invited us to come on a picnic at Crystal Creek, a scenic area about forty minutes drive north of Townsville. The creek runs down the Paluma Range and we were wanting to look around the area before lunch. Peter had come along with his friends but invited me to walk up the hillside along the stream-bank with him.
The two of us hiked uphill for about half an hour till we came to a spot where the creek leveled out between falls. There was a very large flat rock in the middle of the stream, and as it was hot weather we stripped off our clothes and waded into the stream, enjoying the shock of the cold water. Peter climbed up onto the rock and invited me to join him, and immediately lowered his mouth to my cock.
"I want to swallow your cum," he told me.
