This is a true story of my first ever homosexual experience. The year was 1965. I had just got out of boot camp in the Navy, and was on my first weekend leave from San Diego. I took a bus up to LA, thinking I might drop in on a buddy of mine from high school that had moved to California from Iowa, where I had grown up. The bus depot in LA is in a seedy part of town - I think Main Street was the name of the area. My buddy worked until midnight, so I had nothing to do but walk around. At that time, Main Street was full of bars, liquor stores, and adult theaters and bookshops. I wandered around and dropped into a few of the bookshops, gazing at the magazines for awhile, then went back out on the street. After about a half a block, this older guy came up beside me and asked me if I was in the military. I had noticed him in the bookstore. I said "Yeah", and he offered to buy me a cup of coffee, because "he supported the troops." We went into a local cafe, and he ended up buying me a burger and fries. He said his name was Fred. He was a short, stocky guy with black hair and blue eyes. I guessed him to be in his early 40s. We talked for a bit and he invited me up to his place for a drink. I said "sure, why not?" and we went to his car.
He had a place in the Glendale hills with a fantastic view of the lights of LA. I was impressed. He poured me a scotch and we sat next to each other on the sofa. He wanted to show me some pictures of a recent trip to Mexico he had taken, so we sat there with the photo album on his lap, and when he turned the pages I noticed he brushed my thigh with his hand. The pictures were some scenery, typical vacation shots, then later in the book there seemed to be a lot of pics of a young mexican guy, shirtless and in shorts. He said that this was a new friend he made, and that they spent many nights together. He then laid his hand on my thigh and squeezed. The scotch had loosened my initial inhibitions, and I could feel my cock responding. He then asked me if I would like to go to bed with him, and I said yes. I was feeling real horny, and not really knowing where this was headed, but willing to go along with it and see. I had never been with a man before, and the idea was exciting to me. We went into the bedroom and took our clothes off. I left my Navy boxer shorts on and hopped in bed.
He continued stripping, and when he pulled his shorts off he said "There's no need to wear your shorts. Take 'em off".
I quickly pulled them off. I was staring at his semi-hard cock sticking out from his pubes, and he was watching me watch him. He got on the bed on his knees, moving closer to me.
"It's okay to touch it if you want," he said. "Go ahead."
I reached out and touched my first cock ever, and it immediately became rock hard in my hand. It felt really good, and my own cock was throbbing like a jack hammer.
"That's it", he said. "Stroke it back and forth."
I started jacking him slowly, and he was running his fingers thru my hair, pulling me closer to his cock. I was now just inches from his hard rod, fascinated with its size and beauty. It looked to be about 7" and I could barely get my hand around it.
"Give it a kiss -you know you want to." he said.
I leaned in and gave the head a quick smack with my lips. He pulled me even closer, and my face was soon buried in his pubic hairs, the smell of his manhood making me forget any misgivings I may have had. I pulled his cock over to my mouth and took it in. It tasted really good. I ran my tongue over his purple head and lightly sucked on his rod. His hands were now both on my head, feeding me his cock in and out.
"Oh yeah, that's it!" he sighed. "Suck on that cock, baby!"
I was now really getting into this new experience, and worked over his cock with gusto.
"You know you are quite a cocksucker," he said. "Is this your first time?"
Taking a break, I replied "yeah, I've never done this before."
"Well, so you won't feel guilty, I'm gonna do you too."
He threw back the covers to reveal my naked body. He quickly went down on me and we assumed the "69" position. I was only 19 years old, and it didn't take me long to reach a point where I knew I was going to blow my load in his mouth. He seemed to know it, too, and his pace quickened.
I exploded in his mouth and let out a loud moan. Then just as quickly, I felt a sort of disgust creep over me, like I had done something really wrong. I had quit sucking on his cock, and had an urge to jump up and run out of there. My middle-class Iowa upbringing was rearing its ugly head.
"Is there a problem?" he asked. He evidently had sensed my change in mood, and tried to reassure me. "It's okay, just relax, and wait a minute. Your first time is always scary and confusing. Lay back and let me give you a massage."
He began rubbing my chest, then my arms and legs. It felt so good, I lost that fear and began to enjoy the touch of his hands. He then asked me to roll over so he could massage my back. He climbed on top of me, and rubbed and kneaded my back. He then worked down to my thighs and butt, and I felt a stirring in my cock again (remember, I was only 19!) By now he was really focusing on my ass, squeezing my butt and spreading my cheeks. He had moved his fingers within an inch of my asshole and was rubbing it lightly.
"Does that feel good?" he asked.
"Yeah, nice. I never felt anything like it," I moaned. I had closed my eyes and was resting my head on my arms. His knees had pushed my legs apart so I was fully exposed.
"You know, I still haven't come," he said. "you owe me one." All the while, his fingers were working on my anus, briefly forcing a finger in the opening.
"What can I do," I asked. "Do you want me to suck you?"
With that, he shoved his finger all the way in my ass, and said "I got something else in mind". The finger startled me and caused me to flinch, but at the same time it felt good to have him probing me.
"I wanna be the first one to fuck you" he said. "Let me put my hard cock up your tight ass."
"Uhh, I don't know.... Will it hurt?"
"Maybe at first. But you might find you enjoy it after a bit."
"Well, okay. But go easy, okay?" My body was saying YES, but I had reservations about letting anyone "cornhaul" me, as we called it back in Iowa.
The full weight of his body then fell on top of me, and I could feel him working his cock between the cheeks of my ass, thrusting it at my virgin hole. Then there was this intense pressure as he overcame my tight spinchter and pushed his rod inside me. I felt a brief sharp pain that caused me to arch my back, but it was quickly replaced with a feeling of peace, like I had always wanted a cock up my ass, but had not realized it until this moment. He started moving slowly back and forth, and that's when the wave of passion and lust really got to me. I raised my ass in the air to meet his thrusts as he picked up speed and slammed hard against my butt. Each time he pulled back caused me to worry that it was over and I didn't want him to stop. In fact, I wanted him to fuck me all night long if he could!
"Oh, man that is good and tight" he cried. "I love your nice ass! Can I fuck you a long time?"
"I was hoping for just that."
We then proceeded to fuck and suck all night long, until we eventually fell asleep in each others arms. When we woke in the late morning, we both gave each other morning blow jobs before he gave me a ride to my friend's house. Fred and I became close friends for all the time I had left in the Navy. He used to come to San Diego and pick me up on the weekends and we would party until I had to be back on base Sunday night. After I was discharged, I moved to San Francisco and lost track of him, but the memories linger on......