In this true story, I was about 18, in 1961, and running free. I did as I pleased, always, without curfews. Still, I think I turned out all right after all. I liked to hang out in small restaurants or small coffee shops sometimes till dawn. I never had a lot of money, yet functioned as needed and help from Mom.
This was a really nice warm Friday night in August about 11pm. I was riding around from town to town looking for someone I knew to hang out with and drink coffee. My luck was not good, so I decided to stop in at a really small restaurant in my town for a nightcap of coffee, and go home early. I only lived a few blocks away anyway. As I parked across the street from the restaurant, I had started jay walking across the street to the insight coffee shop / restaurant. As I reached the middle of the road a car was going by, but he stopped in front of me and asked me what was I up to. I said just getting a coffee.
He was about 28 years old and OK looking but not really my type nor anyone I had ever seen before. He had a nice looking newer Oldsmobile. Seemed like a decent guy as he sounded like our group of guys as we talked to each other and he mentioned names of guys I knew. He asked was I ready to ride around and see what was happening? I said no not really! I had just been doing that. I did not tell him my gas tank was on empty and I didn't have the money for more gas either.
He said, well we can take a ride over to a place about 8 miles away which was usually always busy with great looking car hops and hot rods to look at. So I figured why not use his gas and hopped into his car. I do not know why I did this either. He did not look queer or gay as we now call it, so I felt safe I enough to go with him.
Now, needless to say I was very nervous about getting in a strangers car, but as I said he had mentioned a few names of guys I knew quite well, so I felt I could trust him a little. He did not appear to sound like a serial killer either!
We drove to a place called "Chicken Little" a Dog N Suds drive in type place, which we knew had lots of cool cars and nice looking car hops. Our luck was bad as there were no Hot Rods there this evening and now it was close to midnight. So he just went riding around the greater area of about 20 miles. He even stopped at a house he called his home, and I had seen it hundreds of times. Somehow I thought he thought I had no idea where we were riding. He was dead wrong. I had been over every square inch of this area all my life.
Of course as we rode we started talking sex with girls. Of course I said I was a great pussy fucker. Actually, at that time I had not yet fucked a girl. I couldn't tell him that though.
He asked was I gay? I said hell no aren't they bad? He chuckled! At this time "1961" it was not safe to be openly gay anyway.
Still I really was a BI or Gay guy myself but had not admitted it to anyone or even myself. I wanted so bad to suck a cock but was just too chicken to try it or have a guy tell the people that new me I was a cock sucker! Funny how life goes really. I was fifty three years old before I sucked dick for my first time. Looking back, had I sucked cock before I was twenty, I probably would have stayed on the gay side and never married either. Also had I found one guy to suck, I probably would have learned how to find other guys like myself. I just never knew how to approach the subject of cock sucking in a way a guy like myself would know secretly what I was wanting in reality! There must be ways a guy talks about guy sex that will not out us to the heterosexual types yet tell a Bi or Gay guy we are in it together! To this day I don't know what to say if the subject of guy sex gets brought up by my friends and newer acquaintances. I just clam up and feign I'm not gay. So far the hetero guys have accepted my way, as far as I know, of handling my comments about it.
After about a half hour of riding and talking he started moving his right hand over to the middle of the bench seat as if he wanted to lean for a while. I thought nothing of this until I felt his hand on my left leg! I took it and pushed it over away from me. He some how kept doing this till I was now beginning to get aroused by it because things he was talking about were arousing my dick and it now was obvious he was a queer. I finally let him touch my cock through my jeans and he could tell it was hard.
He stopped his car about a half block away from where I once lived, and just three blocks from the restaurant where we had started from. It was at a six family apartment house two stories high. There were quite a few cars in the parking lot so his car looked normal there. Then he had me pull my pants down so he could fondle my dick easier. Of course I knew I was going to get a blow job. He said I was not to touch him in any way. That pissed me off because if I was to get my first blow job, I'd at least like to return the favor and perhaps my first suck! Now how does a guy get away with what he has so far done with me, yet tell me I can not touch him? Double standards here!
I tried to feel his butt and he told me to stop. So I figured, lean back and enjoy what he was doing to me. And I did just that! I loved it when his lips touched my dick for my first gay blow job at 18 years old. It was so good the feelings of his tongue on my dick head. I always have lots of Pre cum and I had no idea he was enjoying mine as he kept his mouth over my dick but kept his tongue moving over my dick head. I now know why and what he was doing. But at that time I knew nothing of the great taste of Pre-Cum. It felt awesome. He was very good at deep throat-ting my six inch straight as an arrow, cut cock. It only took a few minutes and it was ready to explode. He said for me to warn him as he was not into catching my cum.
I was so pissed off by how he had talked to me, and had gotten me into this predicament and refused to let me be involved with his dick. For some reason I did not like him even though I was enjoying his blow job. So I was not about to tell him when I was going to cum. Yes I was enjoying it but somehow I felt he had been an asshole to me too!
He bobbed his head up n down my dick so well that as I came in his mouth I held his head down on my dick and he had no choice but to accept my beautiful large load of cum. He did swallow it too! That surprised me. He scolded me for cumming in his mouth but I could have cared less.
He then drove me to my car and I then went home satisfied by my first gay blow job! Funny thing, I never saw him again, but I saw his car at where he called home. I asked a few guys if they knew him but no one admitted knowing him by his name and car description. When I thought about this later it really was scary what I had done with him!