At last I have the courage to write about my sexual experiences. All the stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
STORY 3
Two months later I was moved to another department within the railway works. I became settled there. 12 months later I became engaged to a girl from a small town some 12 miles away. Looking back I think I suppressed my bi-sexual tendencies in trying to be 'normal'. From time to time I would get this urge to go with a man. I thought of both Gerry and Gordon and the need to be satisfied.
My mate Mick who is in an earlier story told me he's now going straight and will be getting married next year. He asked me to be his best man.
I accepted right away saying I would love to. I pointed out I'm still not sure what I am!!,
I did reassure him that our sexual activities will always be our secret. And if he wanted to have sex contact with me from time to time, I would love it.
Sex with my girl friend was a bit dull. It was OK, but when I tried to get her to touch my arse, or worse still I touched her arse during our love making, she would back off pointing out how disgusting this was.
I've got into a rut with my life. Seeing the girl friend 4 times a week and playing snooker two nights with Thursday night in. At times I would see a nice man in the street. As I looked on this urge would re-emerge. To go with a man! To suck a man off! To lick his body! And best of all to play with his arse. I suppressed these thoughts and carried on with 'normal' life.
Some time later I was in town on a Saturday. I had gone with my girls dad (Jim) to the car repair garage. He wanted a leak in the radiator fixed.
The man said "We can do it now - it will take about half an hour".
Jim said to me "I will wait here- will you go and get a map for our journey next week" .
"OK "I said β the shops only round the corner, I'll be back in five.
As I got to the shop door way I bumped into Gordon the Jamaican I knew from work.
"Hello Gord β how are you" I said. "I'm OK Joe" was his reply.
It was nice to see him. Them dark brown eyes were like magnets, drawing me closer. Nice- I thought.
"Its been awhile since I've seen you, or should I say since you wanked me off" he said with a laugh.
We had some small talk, then he asked if I've been fucked yet. No- not yet was my reply. Do you fancy it then.!!!. I explained I've only got about 20 minutes to spare.
That's OK, I only live there, he pointed across the road to this end terraced house. I know you need it he said. He assured me that It will take no more that 15 minutes .
My mind raced. Shall I or shall I not. Its now or never. He looked straight into my eyes with that faint smile. I might not get an opportunity again-I thought.
"I need to get a map first Gordon". "OK- I'll go over and you come in the back way, number 6" Gordon's finger pointing over the road.
I stood in the shop looking for the map. I feared the girls dad had seen us talking together. I was frightened. No- I was fearful of being fucked for the first time. I decided I must do this-now. If I did it now then the urges I have might go away and leave me to get on with 'normal' life.
I bought the map and stood outside the shop looking across the road at Gordon's house. Where in the house will he 'take me'. How will he 'take me'. From behind, or face to face! Will it hurt!
All these thoughts ran through my mind. The next instant I was at Gordon's back gate. I had, without thought walked across the road. up the back entrΓ©e and stood at the gate marked number 6. I opened it and walked up the path to the back door. I stood there, not sure what to do now. I thought to myself -there's no turning back now.
Gordon opened the door from the inside and beckoned me in. I stood in the kitchen. It was a traditional terraced house with a front parlour a kitchen and what was a back kitchen, but now had sink units fitted.
Gordon lock the door and turned towards me. He had changed his clothes. He wore dark well fitted trousers and a white tank top. The tank top was tight on his body showing off his good physical form. The top was so small I could see 3 inches of his waist above the trouser belt. Hmm, I thought- he's got a nice body.
He Walked up and stood facing me not one foot away. My heart was racing with expectation. I'm about to get fucked. Will I enjoy it, or will it end up a disaster. Will it hurt?. He smiled and without a word reached out and started to un-buckle my trouser belt.
"I've been waiting to do this for a long time" he said.
I was in a kind of trance. He un-zipped my fly, and his hands pushed my trousers past my hips until they fell to the floor. He held my cock with his left hand through my underpants. Suddenly I woke from the trance.
I quickly un-zipped him. I slowly, with shaking hands undid his belt. I thought- this belt, how many men have done what I am about to do, what tales could this belt tell, I wished I was that belt, just think, being undone by all the men in Gordon's life
Un-belted I slid his trousers and underpants to the floor. There he was naked, from the tank-top down. What a lovely site. His dark brown skin shining with lust and expectation
His body was hair less except for around his groin. The hair there was black, short and curly. He was very hard and his balls were on the small side and tight to his body. We both quickly kicked off our shoes and the rest of our clothes. I moved closer, put my hands onto his hips and looked down at his man hood. He held my hard dick horizontal with his left hand and with his right hand brought his dick nearer and then touched mine. Tip to tip they were. He pushed his foreskin over my cut knob end and looked at me with that big smile of his.