I was from a small town in Maine,, my first time in the city, this guy I met at the Greyhound bus station, was so nice, I had no idea he was so rich, he wasn't much older than me and we were hanging out, and he said he had to pick something up at his apt.. GOD, he lived on the 32 floor of one of the Prudential tower apts. I forgot where we were supposed to be going after he picked up whatever it was he said needed. I couldn't believe people lived that high up, the apt was lavishly decorated, fuck all I ever new was farm life. My mouth must have been wide open in awe, funny it seemed my mouth stayed that way forever after that.. All for different reasons.
I must have looked like a country bumpkin to him, he wanted to change clothes and invited me into his bedroom while he changed, so we could keep talking. I had never seen anyone naked before, I was so modest, -- he wasn't--- next thing I knew he was undressed, what a fucking trip, a luxury apt, high in the sky, a man who just ever so nonchalantly undressed in front of me. I was heady from all of it, and the next thing I knew I was having my very first sex EVER.
Overwhelmed by it all; I let it all happen, I came and then next thing I knew guilt had set in. I dressed so quickly after it all, and darted out of the apartment, ran all the way to the Greyhound bus station and caught the first bus out of the city and back to Maine. Scared and shaking all the way home.. a couple of weeks later, I had adjusted. It was all good in my mind by then..
I never went back to the big city, after that, but the experience of the joys of gay sex stayed with me.
I seduced on of my buddies at school and the next thing I knew it was all over town. Some of the guys forced me one day in the woods, and I was a confirmed cocksucker. I got over the shame of it all and became the only guy in town who had the reputation, but I adjusted and sucked cock whenever I could.
Only one other guy ever had "sex" with me, and that was wonderful, but he left town soon after.
I lived off the remembrance of 'real sex', but was satisfied with sucking guys off. I stayed in that small town, reputation and all. Word went from guy to guy, from my classmates to anyone who showed me a hard cock. I never "made love" to anyone else, but I sucked cock more than once a day or night for years to come. Content to suck cock, and loving the taste of men.
It's been going on for so many years now, that the guys who I grew up with are now married with sons of their own. And as almost a rite of passage sometimes the fathers will bring their sons over when they learn that the son is starting to mature, and I suck them off.
I often get invited to "hunting, and fishing" trips that the guys take as "male time away from the women folk". I had to move out of town to a secluded area so that the comings and goings were unnoticed. I don't have to work anymore, the older guys have taken to providing me with everything that I need to live on. Even my little house, though far from the high-rise apt I learned my trade in, is more than adequate. I wonder how far into my old age this will last, I suppose I should get a job and build a nest egg for when it all ends.
The first guy I ever sucked off, the one I thought was my buddy, he has a 12 year old son.. and he is the only one who makes love to me, if you can count mutual sex as love.