As A Midwest Boy I Learned My Pleasure Came From Men

I grew up as the older brother, the prodigal son. I played football in high school and was number one in my class. I went to college on a full scholarship. And got a job working for a Fortune 50 company and moved to the West Coast. Throughout all my growing up years and even some in college I dated girls but nothing stuck. On the West Coast I was alone for the first time.

A coworker of mine, a man in his fifties invited me to a sauna and a massage. Something I had really never heard of. When we got there he showed me the ropes and I found myself in a room with several other naked men. It was impossible for me to keep my eyes off their cocks. Of course everyone was flaccid, soft. My coworker took the towel off my lap and told me to relax, and whispered in my ear to let some of the boys enjoy me too. During the time we sat in sauna my friend would from time to time touch my thigh or shoulder to get my attention, nodding this way or that way to take in a cock and crack of a man across the room.

We went to the massage room, just the two of us, and this Latino guy named Sebastian took over and we lay naked on the table as he went from me to my friend and back to me. It was conducive to sleep and I dozed off and woke to him oiling my cock, gently with very sure hands, working my cock into an erection and then putting his mouth on me and working me to ejaculate, the proverbial happy ending massage.

We left and walked to a Sushi Bar and he introduced me to variety and the tastes and held my hand. On one sample he told me to take a bite and while I took a bite he did too and our lips touched. I was taken aback but he took my hand and told me that is the way they did it in Osaka. How was I supposed to know. We walked back to his apartment, he lived in that part of town, and he showed me his small apartment and trapped against the fridge he grabbed my crotch and pushed in for a kiss. The kiss was long and he massaged my cock in my pants, and I got hard. He pulled over a kitchen chair and unzipped me and took my cock in his mouth,

We went to his bedroom and we got undressed and he continued to love on my cock using both his hands and his mouth, hungry is the word I use, not at all like Sebastian back at the sauna. He got up and came back with some oils and used them to finger my ass, to lube me, and to put his index finger all the way in up to his knuckle. All through I could feel his erection against me, against my leg, my chest, my face, and now as I lay on my stomach across my cheeks and my crack. I was totally aware, sure, that he was going to get on top of me and I waited for the moment, it felt like it would never come. His body weight fell on my back, he gripped my shoulders and he slowly, I guessed, worked his cock in me. Up to that day I had never experienced pure pleasure, no amount of masturbation can mimic the feeling, no kissing or making out with a girl came even close. I laid under him, his hips driving his cock in and out of me and back in, in what felt like long thrusts.

When he came and pulled out he told me I was good, he liked young men and especially a young man who needed to find out. He especially liked it when I told him I was a total virgin and his response was well now you're not. I slept with him that night, we slept totally naked, he kept his arms around me, his cock rubbing against my cheeks and my back. When during the night he gripped me I knew what was going to happen and I gave myself to it, relaxing, enjoying, knowing, that I was getting fucked again. He sent me to the bathroom for a hot towel to clean him up and to clean myself and had me suck on his semi hard cock for a long while until he fell asleep and I laid beside him and fell asleep with him.

I was the ripe old age of 23 when I learned I was gay. I fell in love with him but had to learn that he had a need for variety and I was just one. For the next year I only shared myself with him but he wanted me to experience all sorts of fun and at the sauna he encouraged me to make a new friend, go home with him, find out all about sex, suck different cocks, hell suck off Sebastian he probably needed a good fuck. I never, not once felt like I needed to get on top, I never was attracted to young fit men, I didn't give a damn about the size of their cock, what attracted me was men in their forties or fifties, successful men with money. I wanted to be around them, I wanted to be their young stuff. Nothing can be better than a man in his prime, pinning you under him, driving his stake through your heart.

My workmate was my mentor and he kept me on the straight and narrow and taught me the ways of the gay world and pushed me to discover what I liked. From time to time he let me stay over night with him, but he was always looking for something fresh and lean. I had to accept that, but we remained close nonetheless. His kiss is always the one I remember, that first kiss in his apartment, pinned against the refrigerator, That kiss is the one that I fell in love with.