Broken In

In my teens I lived in a town of about half a million, before I could drive I got around on my bike. During the summer I had to be home by dark. On the evening in question I left my friends house as night fell, I took a shortcut across the park. I came upon two men fucking, holding onto a tree. I stopped and stared. The top looked at me, pulled out and called me over offering me his cock. I took off and went directly to my room when I got home. I never got over what I had seen.

Moving forward to the Coast Guard, I was on my first deployment cruising south of San Diego interdicting narcotics smugglers. One of the older sailors became my friend, helping me figure out the ropes. On our first leave we went to a movie, it was a rundown theater with next to nobody there. After a while he nudged me to look over in the corner, a guy sucking down on another guy. He looked at me and asked if I wanted to try.

He took his cock out which was already hard, he took my hand and put it on his cock telling me that I was going to like it. With his hand on the back of my head he pushed me down until I had to face his cock, all I could do was open my mouth and take it in. Later that night before going back to base I let him fuck me behind the dumpsters in an alley close to the movie theater.

Yes, I was the guy holding on to the tree on that evening at the park. I never did it again behind the dumpsters, I did it by renting a cheap motel room and fucking the afternoon away with my sailor friend. We stayed lovers until I left the Coast Guard and went to university.