Returning The Favor All These Years Later

When I was thirteen through sixteen we lived in Quito Ecuador. My father was with a bank and we went to a local English speaking school. I had just turned thirteen and was feeling trapped. I walked out of the house we lived in without letting my mother know I was leaving. I walked up and down the streets and came to a small restaurant in a garage. A man waved for me to come in and he put his arm around my shoulder and showed me where to sit.

He showed me some drinks, local drinks non alcoholic juice drinks and I took one but didn't like it. He stood up and went over to the door and pulled it down and returned to me smiling. He sat beside me and put his arm around and me started kissing me. Kissing me all over my face, kissing me on the mouth. He grabbed my crotch and held me against him and while he kissed my mouth he squeezed my penis in my pants. I had never been kissed before and I liked it and let him kiss me. He kissed me for ten minutes or more before opening my pants and getting my zipper down and taking my penis and putting it in his mouth.

After a while, I don't know how long, he stood up to lower his pants and had me put his penis in my mouth. He would stop me and kiss me on the face and mouth and then put me back to sucking him. His cock skin was soft in my lips, and hard at the same time. He went back to sucking me and while I held his cock in my hand. I came, my first live ejaculation. He laughed at licked it off of me and then kissed me and passed some of my semen into my mouth.

He helped me out of my pants and helped me lay over the table where we had been sitting. He got behind me and slowly pushed his penis in me, it took a long time. It hurt and burned, and it felt good all at the same time. After a while he had his cock all the way in and fucked me and came in me. Then it was back to sucking him while he played with my penis in his hand.

I got lost walking home until I saw the sign for an Evangelical church and made it home. My mother asked me where I had been and I told her I had been walking around. I went up to my room and laid there on my back with a feeling I had never had before. From that day on I would get out and go to the store and the man would kiss me and have me suck him and suck me and end by fucking me. I walked home, I knew the way.

When we returned to Milwaukee and were back in school I masturbated continuously. I dreamed of those afternoons in the small store and Don Antonio. I wanted to be kissed by a man and I wanted to suck a man. Today I know that you advertise your feelings and they were picked up by one of the janitors. Our place to go was one of the janitor closets where they kept the paper goods. There laying across the paper towels and toilet paper I got fucked after school.

Now I live on my own and from time to time I have a guest who comes over to have sex with . He is young man who lives down the street in the apartment complex. He has a very soft skin on his penis and after sucking him and using my hand he ejaculates. I do the best I can to catch his semen. What escapes I lick off of him. Later I fuck him on the bed. Like me he prefers to be fucked laying face down. One day he will grow up to be a full time gay man and remember the days when he walked over to my place. I watch him as he walks down the street, I can see him from the window. And I watch him walk back home.