I Didn’t Feel Molested

I’m an older male and have had a very satisfying bisexual life to date. My introduction to homosexual, and for that matter any sex, was when I was 13 about to turn 14. Id been madturbating for uears and ajaculating for maybe a year and a half. My feelings around sexuality were like most boys my age. I was curious about tits and pussy, had crushes on girls, and was excited to make out with a girl but never had.

One winter weekday I was unexpectedly off from school due to a heating issue in the building. My parents both worked so were not home. As it happens my dad had scheduled an electrician to come do some work that day. It was a friend so my dad had no issue with him being in our house alone…or as it turned out alone with me. Dad let me know Mr. “Jones” would be there at 10. I knew and liked him as well and had no issues. When he arrived we said our hellos and he mentioned he’d be a few hours and went to work.

He was done by noon and left, or so I thought. At about 12:45 I was sitting on the couch, naked from the waste down, masturbating furiously when the front door opened and in walked Mr. Jones. I was shocked and embarrased and scrambled to get at least my underwear back on. It turns out he was only at lunch. He could tell I was embarrassed and upset. What happened next was so wrong on many levels, but it felt to me so right and incredible. Instead of going back to work he sat and apologized and basically let me know there was no need fir embarrassment. That he had been my age and understood. He moved the conversation to whether I had a girlfriend or liked any girls. He complimented my body (I was very athletic and I guess did have a nice body). He asked if a girl had ever touched me there or helped me jerk off. I said no.

Now I should have been freaked out that this was happening but I wasn’t. In fact I was enjoying this man’s attention. His calm control and authority as he seduced me. I realized fairly quikly what he was up to but didn’t mind. In fact I knew I was already his, whatever that wiuld mean. He asked if he could sit on the couch with me. I knew if I said yes I was consenting to his sexual advances. “Yes” I said maybe too quickly.

He sat next to me and proceeded to introduce me to his large snd very hard cock. He unzipped and pulled it out and begannstroking it, laughing that he still masturbates too. Without any prompting I reached over and held him as he stroked, but then he took his own hand away and it was just me stroking him. He told me what a good job I was doing and that I made him feel good. That excited me and made me feel proud or something. It didn’t take before he said he was going to cum and told me to speed up. I did and he started ejaculating. I knew what to expect but his shots of cum were enormous compared to mine and they went on for longer. We had covered the couch with a large towel and now I knew why. His cum was all over.

He turned his attention to my stiff cock bulging beneath my briefs. He reached over, slid my briefs down and held my cock, starting to stroke slowly. What he did next completely surprised me. He leaned over and took my cock fully in he warm wet miuth and proceeded to blow me. I’d never felt anything so good and he clearly knew what he was doing. I couldn’t even last a minute and started moaning loudly as my cock convulsed in pleasure and I had the biggest climax and ejaculation of my young life in his mouth.

We agreed this must be our secret, and it never happened again with him. But the experience opened my eyes to the pleasures of homosexuality. I’ve enjoyed men and women my whole life and had great sex, but I will never firget that day. I know I was m****ted, and I’m not defending him, but it did not feel that way to me. To me it was an introduction to feelings and pleasures I didn’t know existed. It was wonderful.