Right Of Passage

There's an old man that lived across the street from us. He used to be in insurance, but retired a while ago, before the close downs, and bought the house across from us. I was fourteen then. He had me do chores for him, like take the garbage to the curb, sweep the deck out back, stuff I could do, and he would give me a few dollars for it. My first job. Later I would mow his lawn, but at fourteen I was into small stuff.

One afternoon, I was already sixteen, after I had mowed and swept up he offered me something to drink so I went into the kitchen with him. He had a computer on the table, which he closed real quick and turned off. I saw it though, it was a naked man jerking off. He didn't say anything, and I drank my Coke.

I wondered about that all night long. Why would he be looking at a guy jerking off. It took me all night to figure out, he was a queer, gay. I beat off in bed. He was queer, that's why he wasn't married or have kids. He was queer.

It didn't turn me of or nothing, I still mowed his lawn, swept up, took the garbage down, helped him clean out the garage. He asked me to help him move the dresser in his room, because he had a ring that fell behind it. That's the only reason why I went into his room. He didn't notice, but I did, the same laptop was on a table, and I could see it because of the mirror, it had two guys getting it on. I mean one was on top of the other one, hammering away. That night I really beat off. It was confirmed, he was a queer.

It was late one evening in the summer, I had done the lawn and was picking up the tools to put in the garage, and I had to pee. I unzipped and peed into the bushes. I turned and he was watching from the living room window. I zipped up, but not before getting pee on my pants. I felt sort of dumb for doing that. He came out to pay me, and he saw the pee on my pants.

He asked me to let him see. Just show him, if I didn't want to I didn't have to, but he did want to see. I unzipped my pants and took it out. He said, no open my pants and push them down, let him get a very good look, it would make him happy if I did. I stood with my pants down in the backyard with my dick exposed. He said it was a very fine specimen, would I mind if he touched it, to get to know it, you know. He held my dick in his hand, slowly maneuvering his fingers around it. Shshsh, he whispered while he got me hard. Oh this is a fine specimen, he said to me. Do you mind, and he bent down and sucked on it. Then he invited me inside.

He sat on the kitchen chair and sucked my dick for a long time. It was like savoring a lollypop. I had never been so hard. I got a couple of jerks and he said to go ahead, and I had my first ever release into the mouth of a man. He swished it in his mouth, he said it was nice a thick, which meant I didn't jack off often enough.

I went home with the strangest feeling. I went upstairs and jerked off in the bathroom, it took a minute and I squirted onto the counter top in front of the mirror. The next time I went over for my chores, he asked me if I had told anyone. I said no of course. Good boy, and he held my face and kissed my lips. I did my chores, and he asked me if I wanted to kiss. We kissed in the living room, on the couch, while he undid and pulled down my pants. You are so lucky, he went on, that you have such a fine dick. And he sucked me again. This time he undid his pants and showed me his dick, which I touched and held in my hand, before sucking on him.

I knew that afternoon that he was going to fuck me. I could feel it. My pants were down, and my butt was out, I was sure it was going to that afternoon. But I had to wait until the following spring before he fucked me. By then, we had done everything but fucking. He waited until I was seventeen, the age of consent in my state at the time.