This is a story that deals with sex between men and what it could have been like during that time. If these sex acts offend you then you should read no further. If any of the names and places are familure to you it is just luck on my part because the entire story is fiction. All comments are welcome at chartoe@aol.com
Growing Up Gay In The Rural South 1
The place could be anywhere in the southern states since they all have areas where the population is spread out over many miles. The main topic of most of the conversations were, hunting, new kids, old trucks or dogs, beer drinking and in general who was doing what in the county. It was like so many thousands of places all over the country.
I lived and worked in the old family general store from the time I was able to help sack groceries until the present. I was the only surviving son of a family with two kids, my older brother of about 6 years had gone off and joined the army and was killed somewhere. I am not sure where because my parents wouldn't talk about it and it really is what drove my mother off the deep end. She past on when I was in High School and my father seemed to gradually do down hill after that, but he managed to stay busy with the store and I more or less took over about 5 years before he passed on.
School for me was not a lot of fun, I did all right but there was no drive to do more than just pass. I knew when I was a young teenager that I was attracted to men and boys of my own age. The only problem with that was in the South and I am sure in other areas a boy or man did not let it be known he was gay. If there was even a suggestion that a guy was gay he might as well move away. If it had gotten out that I was no one would have even ventured to buy anything from us. You have to understand I am talking about the late 50's and 60's. Just before all the hippy movements and flower power was the crave in the big cities.
Well while growing up I had often been tempted to ask a friend if he wanted to play and had even been called a fag once when I watched my buddy taking a piss. He kidded me about it so I knew better than approaching him about the subject. Once when we were all out and had been drinking I had reached over and felt of one guy's crotch when he had passed out. He moaned and woke up but lucky for me he didn't know what had happened. So as you can see just about all of my gay sexual desires had been pretty much held in check all my life until Mr. Jones started frequenting the store.
His real name wasn't Jones but that could apply to anyone in the county. He had been married for about 30 plus years when his wife passed on and both his children had grown up and moved away to some city. He had very little work to do and absolutely no one to talk to so he had started coming into the store on a pretty regular basis and chatting about the weather and such. I really didn't mind the company since I was lucky to see more than two people a day during the week, but then it would get a little crowded on Friday and Saturday evenings when he guys would come by for the things they needed to dress up with. Some of them had dates but most of them would just come by and get some beer to drink.
Mr. Jones would usually leave in the evening on the weekends when everyone started showing up and of course being from the bible belt of the south no one opened up for business on Sunday. Not that everyone attended church but no respectable place would open on the Lord's Day. Some of the guys would still come by and hang out but mostly just chat about their dates and what they were going to be doing the following week.
I remember the first day that Mr. Jones hinted about sex very vividly. We had stepped outside and I was commenting on how green all the trees and grass was and how I needed to replace some of the rusty tin on the store and maybe add some paint. Mr. Jones had made some statement about rust being the by-product of inactivity. Wasn't sure just what he was talking about but he made it clearer to me as he started telling me about how him and his wife had made love every weekend and if he was lucky once during the week. He glanced at me to see my reaction, which was somewhat embarrassment. He giggled and said he was sorry for embarrassing me but just wasn't sure what he was going to do now that his wife was gone.
He didn't say anything for a while as we walked back into the store. As we entered the doorway he asked me what I did for sex. I almost choked and didn't know what I was going to say. He said I didn't have to tell him but he said he thought he had me figured out. He said that in all the years he had never heard of me going out on a date and there had been no rumors around about me, but he said he figured I was a virgin. He went on to say that from the looks of things I was going to die one too. He sort of giggled at the last remark.
I told him he was pretty much right that I was a virgin and there didn't appear to be anyone around that was my age that interested me. He grinned and looked me right in the face and simply asked if I had ever thought about having sex with a man. My breath got caught in my throat and all I could do was open my mouth. He watched me to see my reaction and when I said nothing he said he would take that as a yes, then added that all men had at one time or another.
He told me that if I wanted to give it a try that he was willing anytime I was. He took a bottle of beer and said he would probably be back later and I would have time to think about what he had said. I just stood there and watched him walk away, as I was sure I was having one of my dreams. I felt my cock push against my pants and had the hardest desire to pull it out and start jerking. I walked around in a daze for the next few hours and had to be called several times by customers when I drifted off.
The usual people had made their pass through my store and I was about ready to close up when Mr. Jones asked if I had given it any thought. I jumped from the first sound because I had not seen him come up. I turned and started to tell him I was not interested but he could see right through me by the way I was stammering. He glanced down at my pants and said that my other head had a different answer. He said he would help me close up and we could go in the back and talk about it.
Neither of us said a word as we closed and locked the door before pulling the blinds down. We walked behind the counter and I cut the lights off as we went on back into my living quarters. Mr. Jones sat down at the table and I got us both a beer before sitting down across from him. He took a couple drinks then said that all it would be was just some good sex for both of us and no one would ever know.
I knew I was willing but at the same time had tried to suppress these feelings and now I was really confused. He said that it would benefit both of us if we did. He said he was so horny that he was about to bust and had started jerking off almost twice a day. He said he knew I had to be frustrated since I had never had any pussy or even a hand job from someone else. He said no one would think anything since he had been hanging around since his wife had died anyway.
We sat there for a few minutes drinking our beer without either of us saying anything. He finally said that if we were going to do anything that we should just get right too it and he started unbuttoning his shirt. I was too taken by the moment to move and just watched as this man undressed in front of me and my cock started growing. This was part of many of my dreams that had waked me to an intense jerk off.
Mr. Jones was no muscled up man by no means but it was apparent his arms, shoulders and chest were very firm and I almost couldn't contain myself from reaching over and rubbing my fingers through his salt and pepper chest hair. He jerked his boots off and started pushing his pants down which left me breathless when I saw the outline of his semi hard cock in his underwear. He looked over at me and asked if I needed any help getting undressed.
I started fumbling with my shirt as I kicked my shoes off. I started removing my pants as my cock was wanting some attention. As soon as I stood up and pushed my pants down, Mr. Jones stepped over and rubbed his hand over my cock. I had to gasp and close my eyes as the pleasure and desire took over. He said we would just have to play it by ear since he was not experienced at this either.
He pushed my underwear down and my 7-inch uncut cock sprang out at him. He grabbed my cock and when he pushed the foreskin back that was all it took. My body started jerking and I started moaning as my cum shot out and landed on his chest and stomach. He started stroking my cock, which forced the rest of my load out, and once it had stopped he slowed his stroking down. I told him I had to sit and was really sorry that I shot so quickly.
He said he understood especially since it was probably the first time anyone had touched my cock since my mother had when she had bathed me as a baby. I grinned at him as he moved his chair beside mine and continued to slowly massage the cum into my cock and balls. I noticed his shorts were tented even more so I slipped my hand over on top of his cock.
He moaned when I touched him, which only excited me more. He stood up quickly and removed his shorts and I was looking right at about 8 inches of thick uncut cock that was leaking pre cum. Don't know what came over me but I leaned over and licked the sweet tasting liquid from the tip of his head that was peeking out of his foreskin. He moaned and his cock even jumped a little as it tried to enter my mouth. I rolled my tongue around in my mouth savoring the taste of the pre cum and wandering if the rest of his cock taste the same.
I opened my mouth as I peeled his foreskin back and slowly allowed his cock in my mouth. The hot feeling of his cock was the first thing I noticed, before tasting a little more pre cum then a more bland taste. It was not bad at all and I moved my mouth back and forth a few times. Mr. Jones jumped a couple times and said I should be careful with the teeth but he didn't act like he wanted to remove his cock.
I could feel how he was getting worked up and didn't know what I would do if he started cumming. He grabbed my head and was pumping more and more of his cock into my mouth until I started choking. He pulled back but left the head of his cock lying on my tongue. Once I had recovered he started pumping again I have to say that having his hot cock moving in and out of my mouth felt great and I was beginning to get the hang of keeping my teeth out of the way. He moaned once real loud and started pulling away but I tried to keep him form it. Just as his cock left my mouth it sprayed his load partly in my mouth and partly on my face. He shot several more loads before his cock stopped.
I raised my head up and he giggled as he saw the cum running down my cheeks and off my chin. He said he would get a rag as he stepped toward the sink. I reached down and notice that my cock was almost hard again as I slowly stroked it. When he returned he noticed and said it looked like I was about ready for some real fun. I wasn't sure what he was talking about but the way I was feeling I was game for anything. He cleaned my face up and then his cock as he asked where I kept the lard.
I pointed it out by the stove but was a little perplexed about what he wanted it for, I was hoping he wasn't planning on cooking at that moment. He opened the lid and took out a generous portion and placed it on a saucer. He moved back over beside me and asked if my cock was ready for some more action. I looked down and it was as hard as it was going to get so I said I was pretty sure it was ready.
He took a little of the lard on his fingers and started rubbing in the crack of his ass. I asked him what he had in mind and he said I was going to use his asshole like a pussy and fuck until I was finished. I thought for a minute and was wandering just how much pain and damage a cock could do to a man's asshole. After all I had used a couple fingers in mine but that was only about half the thickness of my cock. He must have figured out what I was thinking about and said not to worry that at first there would be some pain but if he were right it would start to feel great after a while.
He moved over to the table and leaned over as he spread his legs and told me to use my fingers to open him up. I still was unsure of this but once my finger located his hot little hole there was no stopping me. The first finger slid right in and he didn't show any signs of it hurting him. I did feel the sphincter muscle clamp down on my finger but it quickly released as I started moving my finger in and out. He didn't have to tell me to put the second one in and he moaned a little when I did that.
He reached down and started jerking on his cock as my fingers worked in and out of him. He was beginning to push back and forth with his hips and I was really excited now. He told me to go ahead and fuck him but be slow at first. I stood up behind him and placed the head of my cock against his asshole and started a gently push. Just when I thought the head was going to go in it slipped up along the crack of his ass. He told me to try again and to be a little more forceful until it went in.
This time I placed the cock there and held on to it with my hand as I thrust my hips forward. The head popped in as I heard the air rush out of Mr. Jones. I stopped and remained still as he caught his breath. He told me to slowly work it back and forth like I had done my fingers. I was thinking that would be no problem but quickly found out that all I wanted to do was ram my cock as deep inside him as I could. I was able to control myself but the pressure was building up rapidly.
I heard him sigh once then tell me to go ahead and fuck him hard as I wanted. I thrust forward and heard him grunt but by this time it was too late to stop me as I started pumping in and out with rapid strokes. I was grunting and moaning as my orgasm was steadily approaching and I had really forgotten all about Mr. Jones. I grabbed his hips and thrust forward real hard as my cum exploded inside his asshole. I did this several times and managed to here a few grunts from him.
I stopped and held myself against his ass as the warmth of the orgasm spread over me and I was able to recharge the energy I had spent. I finally stepped back and slowly pulled my limp cock out of his ass and watched as my cum ran out and fell on the floor. He spread his legs wider and raised up as he let as much of it drain out as possible. I sat back down and took another drink of my beer as I just let the whole experience run back through my mind.
Mr. Jones grabbed a towel and sat down in his chair as he asked me how I liked that. I told him it was better than I even imagined it could be. I asked him if it hurt when I was doing it to him and he sort of grinned and said I would find out soon enough. He then said it did hurt right at the start but soon the lube took over and all he could feel was my hot cock moving in and out of him. He said that a couple times he really felt some chills go through him like he was about to cum again.
He picked up his beer and while finishing it off he was stroking his cock with his other hand. I told him I had to go take a piss and would be right back, he grinned and said that was great because he wanted me up for the next round. Again I wasn't sure what he was talking about but made it to the bathroom just in time to let the floodgates open. I was almost finished when Mr. Jones stepped beside me and started relieving himself. I jumped a little but he told me to just continue what I was doing. It was hard considering I had been raised to have all the privacy I could when using the bathroom.
He noticed my stream was weakening and started rubbing my ass as his cock was still shooting a steady stream of piss. He finally finished and we both shook our cocks and jerked the foreskin back and forth a few times to get the last few drops out. As we returned to the kitchen I asked him if he wanted another beer and he said he was fine but that I probably would need one more to really loosen me up. As I grabbed the beer he told me to grab the saucer and for us to go to the bedroom.
When we got there he had me sit down on the edge of the bed and drink my beer as he sucked my cock into his mouth. I could not believe how great that felt when he pulled the foreskin back and pushed his hot lips over the head of my cock. He did this slowly as I drank my beer. He had me spread my legs as much as that position would allow as he played with my balls and just beneath them. I was beginning to want his finger to find my asshole and I guess he figured it out.
He took the beer from me and had me lay back on my back as he picked my legs up over his head. I gasped when I felt his moist lips moving around the crack of my ass. Once he located my asshole his hot tongue came out and found the center of it. He started licking all around and darting his tongue inside as I tried to force my ass even further on his tongue. He pulled away just long enough to get the saucer of lard. He spread some all around my asshole then slowly slipped a finger inside.
The finger felt great and a couple of times he hit a spot inside me that really sent shockwaves through my groin and the rest of my body. He must have noticed some reaction because he continued to return to that same spot. He was gentle and slow as he took about ten minutes to work two more fingers inside my ass. I was beginning to jerk on my cock and it felt great but it didn't seem to be hard as before.
Mr. Jones said he thought I was ready for him if I wanted to try. I wasn't sure about trying him but he had stirred something in my ass and I needed him to do something about it. I told him to try and he stepped up between my legs. He rubbed his cock around some before placing it at my asshole and asking me if I was ready. I said I was but within a split second had wished I hadn't. The sharp pain that rain through my body as his cock forced its way inside was almost too much. I gasped and wanted to scream but all the air was out of my lungs. Mr. Jones looked at me and pumped in and out a few times then waited for me to catch my breath.
The pain had stopped a little when he stopped and he slowly pushed his cock all the way in. I winch and he stopped and I was telling him to pull it out when it hit that particular spot again. I told him not to stop and he pushed it back in. He told me to just relax and the pain would leave as he started pumping in and out of me. Every other stroke of his cock started sending chills through my body and I knew there was no way I wanted him to stop. He could tell I was enjoying it now and started pumping faster and harder.
He was moaning and grunting as he fucked me good. I could hear him reaching his moment of no return but couldn't believe the pleasure that shot through me as my own cock erupted in a fountain of cum. I jerked beneath his grip but he never missed a stroke until he was shooting his on load inside me. He was almost screaming as each volley of cum left his cock. When it was over he just collapsed beside me on the bed and I could hear his heavy breathing as he tried to recover.
We finally managed to get up and get another beer as we sat at the table and talked about what had happened. He told me that there was no way anyone could know about it or both of us would have to leave. I looked at him and grinned and said as long as he came over and fucked me like he had just done I wouldn't tell anyone. We both laughed and agreed it could be a good arrangement for both of us.