Small Town Boy Learning The Ropes

I grew up in a small rural town in fly over country. There wasn't much to do, and my parents both worked and I was home alone. We had a dog and my chore was to take him for a walk after school. I did the same route every time, down the street, up the hill, over to the park and through the park and back again, about 35 minutes. One afternoon as I was walking the dog in the park I heard a man's voice 'boy, over here'. I turned and there was a man masturbating in the bushes. He had on a hat so I couldn't really see his face. I stood and watched him until he finished and zipped up his pants and said 'show's over boy, you can go home now'.

I never said anything to any adult about, but my friend Steve and I talked about it. He told me he had heard that over by the bridge, over the river that was the county boundary, men got together. I asked where he heard it and he told me he had overheard his uncle talking to his dad about it. He was sure it was one of those men.

I got my driver's license and I had errands to run. The car I used was my grandmother's, an old Buick. I did my errands and I took a ride around the back of town on the old dirt road that followed the river. It met up with the new blacktop highway close the bridge on the county line. I could never work up enough nerve to go look and see if there were men under the bridge.

I was seventeen and I was cut from the squad, I just didn't make it. I was lonely that Friday night and left the football game and left early and found myself driving on the old dirt road. I got up to the bridge and pulled over and walked over to the bridge and went down the embankment and I saw two men kissing. I watched for a while, one of them was sucking the other man's dick and he was taking his pants off at the same time. I watched while the other man pushed his pants down and got behind the first man and they had sex, no doubt about it. I had squeezed on my dick but it didn't help, I came in my pants.

I was overcome by the obsession of watching men at the bridge. They didn't show up every night, but when they did there was lots of kissing and blowjobs and sex. I masturbated while I watched. One night I saw two men walk down the embarkment and I had to hide and one of the men was the preacher, the other man worked at the bank. They took their shirts off and started kissing and soon their pants were down and they were holding their erections in their hand, and then the preacher leaned down to suck him. I watched while the man from the bank got behind the preacher and had sex with him. I was wet from jerking off but kept quiet until they got dressed and left. I couldn't believe it.

I left town after graduation to go work at the plant in Toledo. The plant arranged with this complex to rent to employees they had recruited and I got one of the apartments with another guy from Cleveland. When he started talking to me about sex I knew he was trying to figure me out. I answered him but kept my cards close to the chest. He showed me his 'one eyed snake' and asked if I wanted it. All I could think about was watching those men under the bridge and I grabbed it my hand and I sucked him there in the apartment. I ended up with my backside to him and he had sex with me on my bed and left me there to think about it.

These big city boys were serious and I told him about the men under the bridge and he got hard hearing about it and I grabbed onto his dick while I told him, leaning down to suck on him from time to time. He was savage when it came to getting on me and he told me to get some Vaseline for anal lube and I bought some at a store. I read all the want adds in the free newspaper on the corner about men looking for men and cruised to those places. I was new to the scene and they took me in. Every year there was some country kid who came up to work at the plants who liked it, and that year it was me.