About My First Time

The previous confession brought back memories of a similar time in my life. It was 1974. My car died, dead. to costly to repair I was on foot, bus was unreliable, I worked as a night clerk in a motel along the highway, I really wanted to get home that Christmas. A Mexican maintenance offered me a ride on Christmas Eve, but not all the way. I accepted, we left as the sun set, a ride of eight hours, then another four to get home.

We stopped to eat, stopped at a rest stop to pee. At the rest stop he offered me his cock. It wasn't a demand, he just offered it, if I wanted. Never having faced this I thought it was a condition, suck his cock or be stuck at the rest stop midnight on Christmas Eve. He just thought I was a queer white kid who wanted cock. To my surprise I liked it, really liked it. Gave me a buzz, got me hard. He came, thick, bitter salty, slick, cum. I looked up at him and smiled and he smiled back. Back in his pickup I felt bad, embarrassed, my conscience worked on me.

When we arrived at his house he invites me to shower, to rest before going on. The family celebrated Christmas the night before, sleeping in. I fall asleep in a room, wake up with him in bed with me, he is humping on me, kissing my neck, grabbing hard as he humps. My briefs pushed down, his cock finds my ass and in silence he fucked me, perhaps my greatest sexual experience till then. I spent Christmas there, with the man that fucked me.

I went on to my parent's the next day, torn apart by my conscience, I spend the worst week of my life. I never returned to Fort Worth, never saw that man again, I joined the Navy and went on to lead my life. Became a cop. My hidden, secret played out from time to time. Until in my fifties I decide to live with my friend.