This is a factual recounting of one man's journey into same sex explorations and about a friendship that developed as a consequence.
FIRST A LITTLE BACKGROUND
From about the age of 14 I'd wrestled with suppressing same sex desires. I have spent countless hours checking out dudes in showers, changing rooms and standing next to me a urinal. At age 50 I finally got the balls, took the plunge and transitioned from a world of wondering, watching and wishing into one where I actually acted on the long pent-up desires. After chatting online for several months I met a dude and went through an automatic car wash. We did a version of the childhood game of I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
Our next encounter was a few weeks later on a remote county road, in my truck. I parked and he started out by removing my shirt, licking and sucking on my nipples before unzipping my pants and boxer-briefs, asking me to pull them down and then jerking me off to a powerful completion. He stayed fully clothed the entire time. It was so incredibly stimulating to have another dude take charge like that, strip me down and provide such an intimate service like that. This was the first time another dude had ever seen my erect cock and the first time anyone else had their hand on it.
As it had throughout my entire life my conscience started bothering me and I deleted his contact information after that encounter.
MY SECOND ENCOUNTER: THE MAN THIS STORY IS REALLY ABOUT.
Four years later during a especially low period of time in my life, I posted a Craigslist ad seeing if the was anyone who wanted to engage in an "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," type of encounter, to which I had a handful of responses. But only one guy stood out from the rest...a guy in his mid 30's from a near by town.
We texted each other back and forth for a number of weeks. From those conversations, and the couple photos he sent I found out he was nice looking and uncut, but more importantly I could tell, from our conversations, he was a very intelligent, caring family man who had struggled with desires similar to mine. One evening, I threw caution to the wind and agreed to meet up with him.
One summer night I was able to get out of the house and he was able to make the drive over to town and we met outside a climate controlled storage building I rented space from. I gave him the code to get in the gate, and he pulled up right after I did, exited his truck and we meet at the back of my truck. There, before me, illuminated by a building's security light, stood a tall, good looking dude wearing nylon athletic shorts and a black tshirt.
He had a deep voice and a huge, welcoming smile. We shook hands, talked for a few minutes (he talked, I mostly listened). After a few minutes, there was an awkward silence, I took this opportunity to ask, "dude can I see it?" He smiled, looked around briefly, and without uttering a word, pulled down the front of the shorts exposing his fully erect, uncut, cock. I stood there, in total amazement of what stood there before my eyes. With a big smile on my face, I uttered something stupid like "oh man...dude ... that's so nice." The next thing out of my mouth was "dude can I touch it?" He smiled, nodded in the affirmative, and I stepped forward and took hold of my first uncut cock. I stood there staring down at it, utterly fascinated by his dark foreskin and the way it slid up and down, concealing and then exposing the head of his penis.
After a couple minutes he asked, "can I see your?" I responded back with, "yeah, but let's go inside." I grab the set of keys from the truck he followed me inside to storage unit 67, I unlocked the door, opened it, we stepped inside then I pull the rolling door down.
The two of us stood there alone, and for the first time I can clearly see, thanks to the 100 watt incandescent lights, just how good looking my new friend was!
He wasted no time in pulling the front of his shorts down again and tucking his waistband under his balls. His cock was stood just as erect as it did outside earlier. I took this as a sign, from him, it was now my turn at exposing mine. I quickly unzipped, letting my shorts fall to the ground, I remember looking over at him briefly and was meet by a welcoming smile. I followed his lead and lowered the front of my boxer briefs, tucking the waistband under my hairy ball sack.
There I stood, with my fully erect cock pointing straight out and slightly to the left, fully exposed. He stepped over beside then behind me. MAN! What an exhilarating feeling standing there in anticipation of what would happen next! He next reached over with his callused, working man's hands, and took ahold of my throbbing manhood. I glanced at his face briefly and was again meet by a smile. I then just closed my eyes and enjoyed experiencing the stimulation that was taking place. It soon became obvious that my friend's goal was to masturbate me to completion. I remember him uttering an couple "man you have a nice cock" and "you're okay with this right?" Followed by " oh man I want to taste it so bad." I told him, "maybe next time."
He continued to masterfully jerk me off for a couple more minutes, my heart was racing, my knees shaking almost the entire time. After a couple of "fuck dude's" involuntarily came out of my mouth, I threw my head back, gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and stood there as volley after volley powerfully erupted out of my pulsating cock! I finally opened my eyes, looked over at his grinning face before looking down at the mess I had made on the concrete floor.
There was some brief small talk before we both returned our shorts to their intended full upright positions and walked back out to our vehicles. We shook hands, thanked each other and went our separate ways not knowing at the time what the future had in store for us.
I had no more than left the storage building when my phone lit up with an incoming text message thanking me for meeting him. As the days went by and we kept in constant contact, getting to know each other better. Sending occasional graphic images to each other, just to fuel the desire.
He and I returned to storage unit 67 a few weeks later. We both entered, pulled down the metal rolling door and stood there alone. I wasted little time grabbing ahold of the front of his pants and feeling him up. I had a deep desire to once again lay my eyes and get my hands on his magnificent uncut cock. In just a matter of seconds he reached down, unzipped his jeans and out popped his fully erect dick! I was mesmerized! And suddenly an immense urge came over me to do what had always been the unthinkable...to finally experience what it was like to suck a cock. Without a word, I quickly dropped to my knees and took ahold of his cock and slowly took it into my mouth. Man! In just a matter of seconds, I realize that I loved having his impressive cock in my mouth, I loved sucking on his balls, I loved looking up at his face and seeing that his head was tilted back, his eyes were closed, and that he had a look of bliss on his handsome face.
Being a novice I was clueless on what I was doing and after a few minutes my buddy took matters into his own hands and finished off what I had started. I pulled out my dick and I watched as he masturbated. I followed suit, and shortly after getting started I shoot my load onto the concrete floor.
Time went on, we continued getting to know each other, my friendship with him grew, I considered him both a friend and a confidant. We talked our suppressed desires, our careers, our families about regular guy stuff and being football season, Football. We even engaged in some minor sexually-based betting. Amazingly, he always lost. The final bet I made was, if my team won he would have to handover a pair of his camo boxer briefs. He indeed lost. (This that becomes important later in the story.)
It was always difficult getting back together, as we both were married and had families with the added challenge of him living in another town several miles away.
Then one day, late in the fall and opportunity arose. I was ask to dog sit at a friends house while they were away. I touched base with him about it and a plan was hatched.
On a Saturday morning, right before Thanksgiving, he told his wife he was going hunting. I shared my location with you, and he drove in from out of town. At 5:30am, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door, my heart pounding in anticipation. I'm sure I looked like shit, as I don't think I slept at all that night.
There before me stood my friend, clad from head to toe in camouflage hunting attire. He looked much taller and more menacing then he did the last time I had seen him. We made some very brief small talk before heading back to the bedroom I have been using.
I was dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a white T-shirt and I quickly crawled back in bed. He stood there beside the bed, in the semi darkness. I asked him if he had the pair of camouflage boxer-briefs on, I'd won in the bet, to which he replied "yes sir." I fired back with an enthusiastic, "well let's see them!" There was just enough light coming in the window shades, from the streetlight adjacent to the house, for me to see, in vivid detail, as he slowly removed first his hat then his bib overalls, followed by his shirt. I sat up in the bed, fully focused on him as he unzipped and lowered his jeans. There before me stood a man clad only in nylon, camouflage, boxer-briefs. He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his boots and jeans and then stood back up. I simply said, "hand them over."
With a huge grin on his face, he instantly complied, removing them and promptly throwing them at my face!
There before me stood a magnificent example of a man, in the prime of his life, totally, and completely naked.
Then in complete silence he walked over to the head of the bed, bent over and took hold of the waistband of my shorts with both hands and slowly pulled them off. My hard cock sprang out. He discarded my shorts on the floor.
I then removed my shirt and as I looked down, to the front of the bed, I saw him crawling into the bed and positioned his head directly over my manhood. He slowly took a hold of it, and lowered his opened mouth until it had totally engulfed it. After watching him eagerly suck and lick my cock so masterfully, I close my eyes, laid back my head I let my friend continue the mission he had embarked on.
I remember, as if it were yesterday, how amazingly incredible it felt having another dude sucking on my cock. Sure, my wife had done it, but this felt SO MUCH BETTER, after a few minutes of bliss... he move his attention to my chest, licking an sucking on my nipples a nudging my neck before whispering in my ear, "let's try something."
He then repositioned himself in the bed where his erect cock and balls were right in my face and mine were in an identical location in front of his.
So, at this point, not only was this morning, the first time I've ever had my cock sucked by another man, but it was also going to be the first time I had gotten to suck one at the same time mine was being sucked.
Of course I really didn't have a clue what I was doing, I just took things instinctively, and let my mouth engulf as much of his 7-7.5" cock as I could. Even though found myself gagging a couple of times in the process, I developed an intense insatiable desire to continue on.
I next moved my attention to his dark ball sack. Though somewhat smaller than mine, I found them so very inviting. Sucking on and taking each of his salty testicles into my mouth. My meager words cannot describe the incredible mutual bliss I was experiencing suck on his impressive cock simultaneously to him doing the same to me.
After a few minutes of heart pounding excitement, I guess the inevitable guilty hit in, my conscience kicked into full gear, and what moments before had been a rock hard erection, was no more. I apologize to him...be assured me there wasn't a need to and he scooted up beside me in the bed. We were now laying there side-by-side totally naked. We made small talk for a few minutes about what had just happened.
We got dressed and he headed off "freeballing" into the sunrise.
In the weeks and months following my memorable dog sitting encounter my buddy and I kept in fairly constant contact but our get-together were few and far between. Every couple of months he'd sneak over and we'd do lunch together followed by pulling into a park, we talked for a while before heading our separate ways. A couple of times, he'd unzip, pull it out for my pleasure and of course I had to reach over and take ahold of it, stroking it for a while. I never tired of seeing and getting my hands on his cock, It was so amazing to me, I being circumcised, how the skin of his uncircumcised cock slid up and down over the head.
OUR ENCOUNTER AT WORK
One afternoon, I got a text from him saying he was in town and wanted to stop by. He showed up in my office, sat down, and I could tell by the look in his eyes and by his demeanor that he was somewhat frustrated by something. It didn't take me long to figure out the cause. He showed up hoping we could do something together. Since I was at work, It wasn't exactly easy to accommodate his desires.
I work at a fairly large facility, so I did a fairly quick inventory, in my mind, of some safe location, within the facility, we might be able to go. It didn't take me long, before a place came to mind. I grabbed a set of keys, and told him "come on, follow me." He looked somewhat puzzled, but complied. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and had risks, but I saw a look of utter frustration in his eyes and desperately wanted to be an accommodating friend.
On the way, we made small talk, and I could tell he was somewhat in disbelief of what was happening. He obediently followed along not knowing where I was taking him, or what was in store. After a short walk, and through a couple of locked doors, we reached a dimly lit, cluttered, rarely visited, storage area that was compartmentalized by chain link fencing. I unlocked the paddle-lock, swung the gate open and motioned for him to enter ahead of me.
There we stood alone, I looked at him and he still had a somewhat confused look on his face. I took the lead, reached out with my right hand and positioned it right over his nylon athletic pants, instantly detecting a semi erect, cock. Instinctively his hand went to the front on my dress pants. I next reached over and with both hands took hold of the sides of his nylon pants and lowered both them and his boxers to his knees. He followed suit by unbuckling my pants, unzipping my fly and letting my pants fall to the floor. He then lowered my boxers.
We stood there for a couple minutes stroking each other's cocks, before I got down on my knees and without asking him, eagerly started sucking on his magnificent, rock hard penis. Of course I also had to pay attention to tantalizing testicles that were there as well, pulling one, and then the other into my warm mouth. Savoring their taste, perhaps concentrating on them too aggressively and for too long.
I occasionally glanced up to his face, in an effort to determine if he was enjoying it as much as I was. Each time I saw his head tilted back, his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face. After thoroughly enjoying myself for a few minutes, I stood up. I was determined I was going to help him shoot his load. Fervently stroking I accomplished my mission within a couple of minutes and was rewarded with getting to witness the most impressive display of a male ejaculating you could EVER hope for!!! Copious amounts of cum shot out and were deposited on my hand, wrist on the concrete floor.
After a brief recovery period he returned the favor and jacked me off to completion too. We cleaned off and headed back to my office. Before departing he told me that what just happened was a shock to him and totally out on character for the dude he thought he knew. I just smiled, indeed it was.
We got together one more time, on August 12, 2016, I took the afternoon off, met him for lunch, before driving to the outskirts of town to an isolated county park. I'd taken a couple of beers along, in a cooler, to toast our friendship. I pulled them out, handed him one, and we sat on the tailgate of my truck for a couple minutes in relative silence, drinking them.
I'm not sure what sparked it but we ended up standing up unzipping our pants and briefly playing with each other's cocks before a car pulled up to the playground area. A mom and child exited the car. We quickly zipped up, got in the truck and started to exit the park. But, the beer and all the iced tea I drank at lunch, had played a number on my bladder, and I stopped at the park's dilapidated vault toilet telling him I needed to go and pee. I exited the truck, held my breath, and entered the right side of the building. I quickly relieved myself, but before I can make my exit, I looked over my shoulder and there he stood.
Dropping to his knees, I got hard instantly and he sucked me off briefly before I told him, "dude this place is nasty - let's go." We got back in the truck, and I started driving back into town.
His demeanor had changed, we rode back to town and relative silence. I could tell that my insistence we exit the nasty, smelly, graffiti laced toilet, had somehow inadvertently disappeared him. I dropped him off at his truck. And we departed each going our seperate ways.
We kept in contact through text messages, and occasional phone calls until January 9, 2017. That's the date his wife found some questionable content on an electronic devise and give him an alternate, he texted me and told me what had happened, and I assured him I would not ever do anything to jeopardize his family life and that I would and I would not contact him again. I deleted all his contact information (something that was incredibly hard for me to do) from my phone, as well as all of the graphic images/videos of him I have collected over our three year friendship.
Over the next few weeks I went into a deep depression.
I would constantly think of him. Praying he was okay. Wishing that somehow events could've played out differently. That we could have remained friends, continued to do our occasional lunches, take in a movie maybe, but alas it appeared that simply wasn't going to happen.
Several months later, after weeks of virtual silence, out of the blue, I got a simple one word text message from him. It contained my name, typed in all caps followed by three explanation marks! My friend was back. I inwardly question his motives, wondering why after all these months of being in relative exile, he was back, but I never come right out and asked his motives instead, I just enjoyed having him back.
After more than a year of sexual sobriety without doing anything with him, or any other guy fate brought us back together again one late fall afternoon. I had to make an out of town delivery, and I sent a text telling him that I would be in his town that afternoon. Shortly after hitting the send button, I got a call from him asking how long I'd be there, To which I answered, "I'm procrastinating going home" and I agreed to hang around until 3:30 and meet up with him.
He asked me to meet him at a ball field complex on the outskirts of town, I got there first and moments later he arrived. I watched him as he got out of his truck, and walked over to my driver's side window. I couldn't help but notice just how ruggedly good looking he was in his jean and his beige, company supplied, button up shirt complete with his first name embroidered on his left chest. We shook hands ... made casual conversation and before I knew it I had my pants open and he was lightly stroking my erection and rubbing his thumb over the top of the head of my cock. After a matter of moments he asked me to meet him in the complex's restroom.
I tried to drive around to another side where it didn't appear too obvious but couldn't find the other entrance he'd told me about but eventually made it over to the structure. I threw the door open and there, standing before me was the good looking workingman I called my friend. The front of his jeans was pulled open and the magnificent erect cock, I hadn't seen in 15 months, was on full display, protruding proudly from them. I walked over the few steps and immediately started fondling it.
My buddy backed us into one of the stalls, seated himself and proceeded to masterfully deliver one hell of an amazingly mind blowing blow job. All the time I stood there my knees were shaking, my heart was racing and my face was flushed. But in spite of the amazingly gratifying feeling my rigid cock was experiencing, my mind could not be at ease over fear the entire small town city police force would burst into the men's room, guns drawn and haul us both off to jail. I was no doubt being impacted by seeing way too many episodes of COPS and by reminiscences of me, as a terrified five-year-old child lying in my bed on a dark and stormy night, fearful of what evildoer might be lurking just outside my bedroom walls racing through my head. Even though I was experiencing immense satisfaction and pleasure, at one point I took matters into my own hands in an effort to move things along in fear of getting caught with our proverbial pants down. Second later my cock unloaded into the confines of buddy's warm mouth. Still in fear someone might enter the restroom at any second, I quickly zipped back up and made a rather hasty retreat back to my truck, cranked the ignition, put it in drive and hastily exited the parking lot and headed toward home.
Well, this is as good a place as any to call it quits. Hopefully there will be a few more adventures to share in the future, but if that's not in the cards, I'm immensely thankful and count my buddy's friendship as one of the many blessings I've had bestowed upon my life. He has been incredibly patient with me and allowed me to go places and experience things I've only been able to fantasized about. As anyone in my situation well knows, it's so incredibly difficult being married, loving your wife and kids and trying to suppress those ever present, deep rooted, socially and religiously unacceptable same sex desires.
Hope you enjoyed reading this autobiographical recounting of my explorations.