Dale has been having feelings for guys and is too nervous to deal with it. He goes through high school, college, gets married and ends up finally exploring his feelings with an older friend he has known for years. It was awkward at first, but it got better every time and he was glad he went through with it.
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It Was Awkward
Dale was headed home after his first semester of college. He had gained a lot of knowledge but had not learned about the one thing he wanted to know more about . . .himself.
Dale had been a popular boy in high school, having lots of friends, both girls and boys. He dated girls and enjoy some heavy petting but never went any further than that. He also felt he had a close attraction to some of his male friends, maybe just the comradely of fellow guys but sometimes it felt like more than that. In bed at night as he stroked his stiff cock, he wondered what it would be like to be with one of his friends, naked in bed holding each other and touching places that guys aren't supposed to touch on other guys. This would always bring him to a bed-shaking climax. The next morning he would be ashamed of his night time fantasies and try and put them out of his mind as went about getting ready for school.
In school it was business as usual, hanging out with his friends and joking about what they would like to do with different girls if the dated them. There was no way Dale would ever even suggest to anyone the thoughts he had alone in bed at night so he played along. By the time he was a senior, it was becoming more and more difficult not to get hard in the showers after gym class. Looking at all those naked guys and their cocks, some completely flaccid and some chubbed up a little. When the occasional boner did creep up on him, he would blame it on thinking about a girl he had dated. He took a razzing but no one suspected the real reason.
Dale went off to college and was determined to explore his attraction to guys. But once again his fear of exposing his secret kept him in the closet. When the spring semester break came around, Dale was behind in several of his courses and decided to stay at school and study during the break to try and catch up. On the first full day of vacation, he had slept in but was awoken by a loud noise in the hallway outside his room, He opened the door and saw the hallway filled with some of his fellow classmates, all naked and running up and down the hall. Every one of them had a full on erection and was proud of it.
"What the fuck?" Dale yelled to one of the guys he knew.
"Hey Dale, decided to stay for Hell Week? Didn't think you were the type."
"Hell Week? Isn't that something the fraternities do in the fall?"
"Yeah, that's their Hell Week. This is the gay guy's "What the Hell Week". All the straight guys go to Florida to get laid. We stay here and do the same thing with each other but save the cost of the airfare," he replied and grabbed Dale's crotch. "Get undressed and join us. You'll have a ball, or two," he laughed.
Dale was not ready for this, as much as he was intrigued by the idea of running up and down the hallway naked, interacting with the other guys. He went back in his room and closed the door. He did follow his friend's advice, however, and immediately got undressed. He looked down at his throbbing hardon.
"Sorry old friend, it's just you and me for now. Maybe later we'll join the fun."
Dale proceeded to jerk himself off, stopping every now and then when he heard someone yelling from the hallway, 'I'm cumming!' When he finally pushed himself over the edge, he shot the biggest load of his life, spewing cum all over the floor. He caught his breath, cleaned it up and got dressed. He knew he wasn't going to get any work done this way. He waited until the noise had died down and slowly opened his door a crack. There were only a few boys in the hallway. He grabbed his books and quietly slipped out of his room, heading for the stairs to leave the building and over to the library. As he passed the couple of boys, one of them hollered to him,
"Hey book worm, I've got a real worm here for you," and shook his stiff cock at Dale.
Dale just looked away and scurried for the safety of the stairwell. He got to the second landing and one boy was bent over leaning on the third stair while another boy was pummeling him from behind. He paused briefly to watch them, jealous of what they were doing, but ran off as soon as one of them noticed him and told him he could be next. Dale's cock was as stiff as it had ever been but he managed to uncomfortably walk to the library. He put his books on a table and went to the men's room to drop another load. He got down to work, skipping lunch, and left when the library was closing for the day. He assumed they wouldn't be any naked guys in the cafeteria so he would be safe to go eat.
Dale followed pretty much the same routine all week, wanting so badly to join in the fun but not being able to work up the nerve. His studying helped his grades but not enough. His grades were so poor that he dropped out of college at the end of his freshman year. He had failed at learning his courses and at learning what he wanted to learn about himself.
Dale came home and got a job, settled down and got married, to a woman. His life had become one boring day after another. He tried to satisfy his boredom by working hard and it paid off. He had worked his way up to manager of the hardware store where he was working. One of the big box stores built a branch in town and his hardware store eventually closed. Dale didn't want to work for the box store so he looked around for another job.
Growing up, Dale would often visit his neighbor, Buck Madison. Buck lived at the end of the block and did mechanic work out of a large garage on his property. Buck was a master mechanic and could fix anything, or so it seemed to a 12 year old boy. Buck would let Dale help him, getting him a tool or cleaning his wrenches at the end of a job, or cleaning the garage at the end of the day. When Dale was ready to buy his first car, he would take Buck to look at them before he bought one. He must have looked at fifteen cars before one passed Buck's comprehensive evaluation. When Dale needed someone to talk to growing up he would go see Buck, not having a father in his house.
Buck was married and now in his early sixties. Dale was hoping he hadn't retired yet and would be in the shop so he could seek out his advice. The big over head doors were closed and the front door was locked. Dale heard the radio playing and saw a light in back near the office. Dale knew the back door wouldn't be locked so he took a chance and went around the back of the garage. Sure enough, it was unlocked. Dale entered the garage and stood just inside the door. The smell of oil and grease brought back so many memories for him. The office door was cracked open so Dale headed over to see if Buck was in there. He was about to push open the door when he heard Buck moaning. Fuck! Was he sick or something? He heard another moan but it was not the sound of distress. It was a moan of pleasure. Dale quietly pushed the door open a little further. His mouth fell open.
Buck was sitting at his desk, his pants down around his ankles and his big hard cock in his hand, slowly jerking it up and down. A porn video was playing on his computer. Dale's attention wasn't on the video but on the sight of the big leaking cock being so gently stimulated in front of him. His cock immediately rose to the occasion. Dale began to massage the bulge in his pants, which only made him hornier. His heart was beating ninety miles an hour as he lowered his zipper and reach into his pants to rub his cock. He couldn't stand it any longer so he pulled out his boner and stroked it right along with Buck. Buck's cat came from the garage area and pushed the door open to get in to the office. Dale froze in mid stroke. Buck likewise froze when he saw Dale in the doorway, cock in hand.
"Dale, I'm surprised to see you here. I heard you lost your job. Come in and take a load off," Buck said as he patted the chair next to his deck. "Or should I say get a load off," he laughed pointing at Dale's cock.
"Oh, um, no, I should be going. I'm sorry. Ah, um . . ." Dale stammered, not knowing exactly what he should say.
"Nonsense, you'll never get that thing back in your pants in that condition. And I wouldn't advise walking home with it hanging out like that," Buck laughed again.
"Oh shit, this is so awkward. I don't know what to say."
"Say you'll come over here and join old Buck in a good wank. Not much going on at home these days and I've always been told if you don't use it, you'll loose it. And it feels too good to loose it so I use it as often as I can."
Dale felt so self-conscious walking the ten feet from the door to the chair with his cock hanging out of his pants. It had softened up considerably but still made Dale embarrassed and exposed in front of someone he had known for so long. As he sat in the chair, his pants scrunched up and pinched his balls. Dale tried to move to get them comfortable.
"Just drop them pants right down to your ankles. It'll feel better that way."
Dale did as he was told. Feeling even more exposed and venerable, his cock went completely limp. His face was red and he was contemplating his escape.
"Looks like you need a little encouragement," Buck said as he turned the monitor so Dale could see the screen.
It worked.
Dale's cock jumped to attention when he saw that Buck was watching gay porn, a young guy and an older guy naked and enjoying the pleasures of the flesh with each other. Buck looked down at Dale's revived cock and reached out to take a hold of it.
"There, that feels better."
Dale froze. He had never had another guy touch his bare cock. It sent a jolt through him that almost caused him to fall out of the chair. As Buck continued to stroke Dale, Dale got his voice back.
"But Buck, you're married?" Dale said hoarsely.
"Yup and so are you. And we're both horny and we're all alone with a hot video and stiff cocks. So let's enjoy the moment."
Dale finally relaxed to the point of enjoying what they were doing. He had a sudden surge of courage and reached over to put his hand on Buck's cock.
"Have at it Dale, it's been a long time since anyone did that for me."
Buck leaned back in his chair while they stroked each other. Dale saw drop after drop of precum forming on the tip of both of their cocks. He had tasted his own cum many times but never anyone else's. He reached over with his free hand and wiped a drop off Buck then brought his finger to his mouth. It tasted similar to his but different. Better maybe because it was from Buck? He saw Buck look at him as he licked his finger. Oh fuck! Dale was afraid that Buck would think he was some kind of pervert or weirdo, eating his juice like that.
"Taste good, doesn't it," Buck smiled.
They continued to stroke a little while longer. Dale knew this couldn't go on forever, much as he'd like it too, and he didn't think anything like this would ever happen again. He decided he was going to go for broke. It was now or never.
Dale slowly lowered himself out of the chair he was sitting in and got on his knees. He swiveled Buck's chair so that Dale was between Buck's legs. Buck put his arms on the armrests of his chair and smiled down at Dale, knowing full well what was about to happen.
Dale moved in closed and positioned Buck's hard cock straight up in front of him. He licked the precum, wet his lips and inserted Buck's manhood into his mouth. Buck let out a loud moan and gripped the armrests tightly with his hands.
"Oh god, Dale, no one had done this since my wedding night. I'm not going to last long so enjoy it while it lasts."
Dale just mumbled something incoherent with his mouth full and kept at what he was doing. Buck gave him a warning that he was close. Dale pulled off and stroked him the rest of the way, fascinated as watching Buck squirt seven ropes of cum high in the air, gradually slowing to a dribble.
"Go get me a towel from the men's room and I'll clean up. Then I'll take care of you," Buck said as soon as he caught his breath.
By the time Dale had returned with the towel he had lost his desire as the feeling of shame crept over him. It might have been different if he had done this with a stranger but doing it to someone he had know for so long felt awkward and embarrassing, more then he imagined. He gave Buck the towel and pulled his pants up.
"Don't you want me to take care of you?" Buck asked.
"I don't think so. I really shouldn't have done this."
"Bull shit. There is nothing wrong with the two of us having a good time. Better than trying to hook up with a stranger that might beat you up or have some nasty STD he's carrying. Next time I'll do you first, if you like."
Next time?!? Holy shit!
"Okay, we'll see. I've got to go," Dale said as he turned for the door.
"So, why did you come over? Just to give me a blow job?" Buck asked with a grin.
"Ah, no, I ah . . . damn, I completely forgot," Dale lied. He wasn't in the mood for a conversation now.
"Go home and think about what you wanted and come back Friday. We'll pick up where we left off."
Dale walked the short distance to home, trying to digest everything that had happened. He finally had his first experience with a guy and it was awesome. It was a little weird doing it with Buck, but Buck was right. It was safer with him and they both enjoyed it and wanted more.
No one was home when Dale got there so he went straight to the bedroom, stripped his clothes off and stroked his stiff cock thinking about the next time he was going to get together with Buck. How far would they go? He didn't know but he was anxious to find out.
And he did. They continued to meet and enjoy what they couldn't get at home. Some naked flesh, a stiff cock, and a warm wet mouth for some kissing and sucking whenever the urge hit them. Which was often.