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Gay Male / 71
My Right Of Passage
Thought that I might entertain you with my turn to the gay side. In 1972 I was a junior at SMU when my father offered to buy me an Alpha Romero GTV 2000, my dream car after spending a year in Italy, for my 21st, which we ordered from the European Imports dealership.
I was introduced to Franco, a fifty something Italian Alpha race mechanic who had been hired by the dealership to give some authenticity for the line. Franco offered to keep my new car in top condition, he knew instinctively I was a poser, not a driver or a mechanic, and that we were rich.
I lived off campus in a duplex and Franco offered to come by and check up on my new car. He took me for a ride in my new car scaring me to death. When we got back he told me that it needed his care to keep it running like it was meant to. Inside my unit, he put his arm around me, his hug was strong, it felt good in all the wrong ways, and he didn't release me, and I didn't pull away.
By the time I realized I was sitting on the kitchen chair and his cock was in my face it was too late, this huge, thick, half erect cock waiting for my mouth. Your first cock is memorable, his cock was epic. I was in heaven, he had to pull my head away telling me that was enough. We went back to my unmade bed, he wanted me to undress while he got undressed, he laid on the bed waving me in to join him. His hard cock rubbed up against me as he rubbed my body with his hands, kissing my mouth, nipples, stomach, and cock which he sucked down to hilt grabbing my balls in his hand.
When he positioned me I just waited, he mounted me, rubbing his cock against my shy anus. My first penetration was dry, tearing into me, centimetre after centimetre, in further and further, the initial pain, discomfort, shyness replaced by waves of pleasure. He mounted, fucked until he was content, his dismount a feeling of disappointment.
Franco worked on my car, he had me as his lover boy, taught me how to have sex. I was in love. I learned that he had gotten in trouble with the son of a European scion and he had no choice but to leave Italy. That young man became the head if his family's empire, gay boy who had a model as wife and three kids. For me gay in the 70s was not possible, I married a nice girl from my family's circle of friends, built a successful law practice, stayed in touch with Franco until he returned to Italy having served his exile.
A gay man hidden behind closet doors, I have enjoyed my extramarital dalliances with many casual relationships and one close friend. We are not out, we are close friends and from time to time our escapes have been to Las Vegas, where we could let our hair down. But, my seduction by Franco remains my right of passage, definitely my passage into my gay life experience, I struggled with being a bottom, but I learned to enjoy my feminine side. I hope you found interesting what I had to say.
Stay safe.
I was introduced to Franco, a fifty something Italian Alpha race mechanic who had been hired by the dealership to give some authenticity for the line. Franco offered to keep my new car in top condition, he knew instinctively I was a poser, not a driver or a mechanic, and that we were rich.
I lived off campus in a duplex and Franco offered to come by and check up on my new car. He took me for a ride in my new car scaring me to death. When we got back he told me that it needed his care to keep it running like it was meant to. Inside my unit, he put his arm around me, his hug was strong, it felt good in all the wrong ways, and he didn't release me, and I didn't pull away.
By the time I realized I was sitting on the kitchen chair and his cock was in my face it was too late, this huge, thick, half erect cock waiting for my mouth. Your first cock is memorable, his cock was epic. I was in heaven, he had to pull my head away telling me that was enough. We went back to my unmade bed, he wanted me to undress while he got undressed, he laid on the bed waving me in to join him. His hard cock rubbed up against me as he rubbed my body with his hands, kissing my mouth, nipples, stomach, and cock which he sucked down to hilt grabbing my balls in his hand.
When he positioned me I just waited, he mounted me, rubbing his cock against my shy anus. My first penetration was dry, tearing into me, centimetre after centimetre, in further and further, the initial pain, discomfort, shyness replaced by waves of pleasure. He mounted, fucked until he was content, his dismount a feeling of disappointment.
Franco worked on my car, he had me as his lover boy, taught me how to have sex. I was in love. I learned that he had gotten in trouble with the son of a European scion and he had no choice but to leave Italy. That young man became the head if his family's empire, gay boy who had a model as wife and three kids. For me gay in the 70s was not possible, I married a nice girl from my family's circle of friends, built a successful law practice, stayed in touch with Franco until he returned to Italy having served his exile.
A gay man hidden behind closet doors, I have enjoyed my extramarital dalliances with many casual relationships and one close friend. We are not out, we are close friends and from time to time our escapes have been to Las Vegas, where we could let our hair down. But, my seduction by Franco remains my right of passage, definitely my passage into my gay life experience, I struggled with being a bottom, but I learned to enjoy my feminine side. I hope you found interesting what I had to say.
Stay safe.
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