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When I Was A Kid
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Gay Male / 50
My Great Discovery Of The Real Thing
As an attorney I found out early that it is best to start at the beginning. So that's where I'll start. I grew up in a midsized industrial town and my family owned warehouses that were rented out to various sorts of companies. If they paid the rent, they could do what they wanted. It was a seedy part of town, a bit further was the railroad yard and river. As a kid my father took me out there when he had to collect, or to show a new customer around. By the time I could drive I knew the place like the back of my hand. One weekend he told me that a customer had left and they were cleaning out the place for the next tenant and I should come along. He put me in the office to clean up and make sure that the tenant hadn't stolen anything.
in the bottom drawer of the desk I found a box with a dozen Apple diskettes. Remember them? I took them home with me and put one in my computer and God Damn it was a picture of a guy sucking a man's dick. I jumped up and closed my door and put my do not disturb sign out and went back to the computer. A hundred files of gay porn. Gay, we're talking gay porn. Pictures and videos. By the time I got done I had cum in my pants a couple of times. Damn, this was good stuff, the real thing. I never figured that I would want to watch some guy get cornholed, but I did. And what's more, I wanted to be the guy getting cornholed. I could piss my pants thinking of being the guy getting his ass reamed. This was good stuff, and I had only seen one diskette. That night I dreamt of sucking cock. It was so real that I came in the sheets. I could taste it, it was so real. My dick was so sore from jerking off.
The other diskettes had all kind of porn, even some that today puts you in jail. But my luck was finding the gold one, the first one, I watched the videos over and over, and I had favorite stills, real pretty naked boys with their dicks, thinking of them made me hard, and I posed in front of the mirror. Who was going to grab me and fuck me, who's dick was I going to suck. It didn't matter, I dreamt of it and jerked off in bed every night.
I got older, past the age of being a cute boy, and I got around. The rumor was that over by the bridge there was a bar. The Ocelot Bar. And at that bar that's where the pretty boys went to meet the men that picked them up. I drove down one Saturday night (I was a senior in high school) and parked a couple of blocks away and walked over to see if it was true. Outside the bar were pretty boys hanging around, and a car would drive up and call one of them over and they would leave. On the way back to my car I saw one of the cars that had picked up one of the pretty boys parked in the same parking lot, hidden behind a tree. I snuck over quietly and this man was kissing the boy. I watched and jerked off in my pants. I made up my mind that I would go to the Ocelot bar and let a man pick me up.
The man that picked me up was well past middle age. He had grey hair and wore very conservative clothes. He was rough and called me a queer and told me that he hadn't come down there to go home disappointed. He kissed rough, but his dick was hard and I held onto it while he kissed me. He had me suck his dick, and I imitated what I had seen on the videos. When it came time to get in the back seat I knew exactly what to do and I adopted the position and it was the Fourth of July. He was a big strong man and he knew just what to do and I didn't disappoint him. I drove home that night still feeling the ghost of his dick in me. That night I masturbated until past three in the morning. By the time I went to sleep I had ejaculated three times, my dick was sore.
And that in a nutshell is how I became a queer. Back then it wasn't like now, no internet, phones. It was easier to go unnoticed, no cameras tracking your car. For me it was a good time, high school boys were wanted. And me and other high school boys wanted to be there. No one sent us there, no one paid us to be there, we went for the same reason, we just wanted a man, a real man, to take us in his car.
in the bottom drawer of the desk I found a box with a dozen Apple diskettes. Remember them? I took them home with me and put one in my computer and God Damn it was a picture of a guy sucking a man's dick. I jumped up and closed my door and put my do not disturb sign out and went back to the computer. A hundred files of gay porn. Gay, we're talking gay porn. Pictures and videos. By the time I got done I had cum in my pants a couple of times. Damn, this was good stuff, the real thing. I never figured that I would want to watch some guy get cornholed, but I did. And what's more, I wanted to be the guy getting cornholed. I could piss my pants thinking of being the guy getting his ass reamed. This was good stuff, and I had only seen one diskette. That night I dreamt of sucking cock. It was so real that I came in the sheets. I could taste it, it was so real. My dick was so sore from jerking off.
The other diskettes had all kind of porn, even some that today puts you in jail. But my luck was finding the gold one, the first one, I watched the videos over and over, and I had favorite stills, real pretty naked boys with their dicks, thinking of them made me hard, and I posed in front of the mirror. Who was going to grab me and fuck me, who's dick was I going to suck. It didn't matter, I dreamt of it and jerked off in bed every night.
I got older, past the age of being a cute boy, and I got around. The rumor was that over by the bridge there was a bar. The Ocelot Bar. And at that bar that's where the pretty boys went to meet the men that picked them up. I drove down one Saturday night (I was a senior in high school) and parked a couple of blocks away and walked over to see if it was true. Outside the bar were pretty boys hanging around, and a car would drive up and call one of them over and they would leave. On the way back to my car I saw one of the cars that had picked up one of the pretty boys parked in the same parking lot, hidden behind a tree. I snuck over quietly and this man was kissing the boy. I watched and jerked off in my pants. I made up my mind that I would go to the Ocelot bar and let a man pick me up.
The man that picked me up was well past middle age. He had grey hair and wore very conservative clothes. He was rough and called me a queer and told me that he hadn't come down there to go home disappointed. He kissed rough, but his dick was hard and I held onto it while he kissed me. He had me suck his dick, and I imitated what I had seen on the videos. When it came time to get in the back seat I knew exactly what to do and I adopted the position and it was the Fourth of July. He was a big strong man and he knew just what to do and I didn't disappoint him. I drove home that night still feeling the ghost of his dick in me. That night I masturbated until past three in the morning. By the time I went to sleep I had ejaculated three times, my dick was sore.
And that in a nutshell is how I became a queer. Back then it wasn't like now, no internet, phones. It was easier to go unnoticed, no cameras tracking your car. For me it was a good time, high school boys were wanted. And me and other high school boys wanted to be there. No one sent us there, no one paid us to be there, we went for the same reason, we just wanted a man, a real man, to take us in his car.
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