As in most of my stories, fact merges with fiction to protect the reputation of the characters who are not out. The Y in this story still exists, the No Tell Motel has been torn down, and the annual Boat Show still goes on. Henry died of AIDS, two decades after the events here took place, the official word, back then, was "heart attack", and the immediate cause might have been that, but he had wasted away. I no longer lived in town, but, went to see him several times before he died, and thanked him for my sex education, such as it was.
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When I was a Boy Scout we swam at the Y three or four times a year, since you had to be able to swim to advance. The first time was before I hit puberty, so I had no issue with stripping and swimming nude, which is what everyone did in those days. A year later, it was a different story, and I was worried about getting hard, almost anything got me hard, and I had not discovered jerking off. But, much to my relief I did not get hard swimming at the Y. A year later, I had discovered jerking off, and would do it before our trips to the Y, and sometimes in a stall in the men's room at the Y before going in the pool, just in case, but, if I did, my dick did not deflate quickly enough to avoid some comments on how big it was. We had to shower before the pool so as not to contaminate it with a sign saying "Wash your crotch, front and rear before going in the pool" and our Scout leader telling us to shower afterwards to get the chlorine off so we all showered twice.
We were the only ones in the pool when we were there, it was reserved for us, and the only ones in the showers. Our Scout leader, Henry, showered and swam with us, I had swum nude with our entire family at our lake cottage since I was a little kid, and so had seen plenty of nude adults, male and female, and so seeing the Scout leader nude was no big deal. He was, however, very hairy, and was nicknamed "gorilla man", apparently by many people. He was the hairiest guy I had ever seen, to that point in my life, and had a very thick cock.
Although there was some towel snapping in the locker room after the swim, there was never any sex play of any kind, let alone with the Scout leader.
Fast forward to when I was 15. I had abandoned the Scouts when I got to high school, sports were my thing, and there was not time enough for both.
The Scout leader, Henry, was single, he and I were friends, we were both into cars, and boats, and other "men's" sports. He occasionally called to see if I, and one of my friends, or usually more than one, wanted to go to a boat show, or a car show, or the stock car races, with him. We did, my father was not interested in any of those things, and was happy that I was happy.
I overheard my father asking a neighbor, who knew Henry whether he thought Henry was a queer, the neighbor assured him that Henry was not, and that I was safe in his company. Which, as a kid, I was.
I turned 18 when I was in my Senior year of high school. Henry called one day in mid-December and wanted to know if I wanted to go Christmas shopping with him, he had to buy something for a nephew my age, and thought I might be of some help. He let me drive his car, a new Dodge with a big V8. We shopped, he got some things, and I did as well. When we were done, he said, "I need to go to the Y to take a shower, you know we do not have one (and our house didn't either). You can come too, as a guest on my membership, or just sit in the lobby.
I had not been there since I was 14, so it was going to be an adventure, and I said, "Sure." I remembered all those naked guys in the showers, and curious, I was game.
He got me a guest pass, we went to the locker room, stripped, and went to the showers. Unlike my experience with the Scouts, there were a dozen adult males there, and I was the focus of the attention of many of them. Some openly rubbing their crotches, some just looking and smiling. I tried to ignore them all, since I was with Henry, but was getting turned on anyway. Henry and I hit the showers, there were 6 shower heads on each side, we were diagonally opposite, and pretty soon the other places began to fill up.
I was hard and tried to keep my face to the wall, but it was on display anyway. Henry clearly had a semi.
"Hey kid, you 18?" the guy next to me asked.
"Yup," I responded.
"Nice cock, you have, can I help with it?"
"Not here and now," I said, "maybe somewhere else and another time."
Meanwhile Henry and the guy next to him had their hands on each other's cocks and were kissing. The other guys were all in some state of hardness and were all either stroking or had faced the wall and were washing their asses, some fingering their holes. I was just dripping precum. It was too much for me to handle, at that moment, so I turned off my shower and headed back to the locker room. The guy who had been next to me followed. He was about 35, a bit taller than me, his cock, now very hard, was uncut, he was pulling the very thin skin forward and back over the head.
"Do you suck cock?" he asked.
"I have," I said, "but I am more of a top."
"Follow me," he said, "let's go into the last toilet stall over there, I'll give you the best blow job you ever had."
I followed him, he sat on the toilet, I stood in front of him and he did give me the best blow job I had ever had so far in my life. I came in about a minute and a half. "Hang on," I said, "I can go again, give me a few more seconds and then suck it some more."
He did, I never got soft, I said it was OK to go, he glommed on to my cock again, and this time it went on and on.
"OK," he said, taking a breather, "you going to cum this time or what? My jaw is getting tired. Or, I could get one of my buddies to take over."
"Get one of your buddies, I need to cum, but I want it to last."
He left the stall, I stayed, another guy came in. He was overweight, big belly, man tits, bald -- not a guy that would turn me on -- small cock, almost buried in pubic fat, but clearly very hard and very wet, he sat, and said, "My turn," and went to it. He was good. I was horny. I lasted longer than the first time. He wet a finger and put it up against my hole, and massaged it, which got me even harder and closer.
"Put it in," I commanded, "and I will cum." He did, and I did, he swallowed every drop, not too hard since the second cum is always less than the 1st, my 3rd less than that, and the ones that happen after that, in the same session, are almost dry. (I came 8 times one day, every half hour, jerking off, just to see if I could.)
Sated, I went back and got dressed. Henry came out of a stall, cock big but limp, headed back to the showers, "Be right out," he said, "need to clean up."
We both dressed, went back outside. "You have a good time?" he asked.
"Sure did, did you?"
"I did," he replied, "do you think it would not be too weird if you fucked me someday soon?"
"Well, it would be a little weird, but, I would like to try it. Just be warned I cum very soon the first time but I can go twice, and never get soft in between, and sometimes three times."
"The only question is `Where?', he said, "the Y is a last resort, and I can't always count on you to be there for me given all the attractive meat that hangs out there."
"The woods," I said, "too cold now, but in the summer it will be great."
"We will figure out something," he responded.
And, we did.
The big boat show was always in February, Henry called me and asked if I wanted to go. There was no way at that point in my life that I was going to buy a boat, but Henry might, and I liked looking at them.
"If it is OK with you," he said, as I got in his car, "we can stop off at the No-Tell on the way into the city."
Now, just about everybody in my high school knew that the No-Tell Motel, not its real name, rented rooms in 4 hour increments, and turned a blind eye toward who rented them. All the units had outside doors, it was pretty run down, but it was cheap. And it was out of town, so, if we ran into anyone we knew, they were there for down low sex as well, straight or gay. And, it had a pretty big lobby for a cheap motel, apparently it had not been cheap when new, and prostitutes, male and female, were rumored to hang out there.
So, he parked at the "No-Tell", told me to wait in the car, and went in and got a room, came back to the car and got me, and we went into Room 123. The room featured cracked tile flooring, a bureau with mismatched drawers, a small bathroom with tub/shower, and, a bidet of all things, along with a toilet and sink. The bathroom tile was pink and black, much of it cracked, a few pieces missing.
"You ever used one of these?" he asked, looking at the bidet.
"Never even seen one," I replied.
"Well, I will demonstrate. The "real" purpose is to clean your ass, or better yet, for a woman, to clean her cunt before fucking, and to wash any semen, or germs out, after fucking, or, for us guys, and women who take it up the ass, which most of the whores out front do, to clean out the rectum of shit."
We stripped. We were both hard. He squatted over the bidet and turned the faucets on a little to get the temperature right, and then turned them way up to get force enough to penetrate his hole. He turned them off, shit and water came out of his hole, he flushed, and did it again. This time it was mostly water, and a little brown. Flushed, did it again. This time the water came out clear.
"OK, you try."
"I've never been fucked, and I am not at all sure this is the time for it," I said.
"OK, no problem, I want you to fuck me, but just in case I want to lick your hole, or finger you, it will be clean."
So, I positioned myself, and turned on the taps, and moved around the water squirt. It felt mighty good. My cock was rock hard and leaking precum.
"Relax your hole, and let it in," he told me. "And, try pushing out, like you were trying to shit."
I did, and suddenly felt my rectum filling up with water. "Shit," I said.
"Yes, now turn off the water and let it out."
I did.
"Do it again."
I did, this time it went in more easily, and what came out was clear water.
"Once more just in case," he said, "I want to eat your ass."
I did. We got on the lumpy bed, put a towel under us, and he pulled my legs up over his shoulders and commenced to eat out my ass. No one had ever done this for me before. It was incredibly good. I was moaning involuntarily; no sex act had ever made me moan before. My cock was leaking precum.
"Don't touch it," he said, "I paid for 4 hours and I want to get my money's worth. If we need stimulation there is a guy in the lobby who I have played with before, I always get my money's worth with him. We can try a 3 way if you are up to it."
"Whoa," I exclaimed, "remember, I am still in High School, and although not a complete virgin, my ass is, I have never had a prostitute, or a 3 way, or even thought much about it."
"OK, how about we play here for 90 minutes, then go to the boat show for an hour, it is just around the corner, then come back and play some more?"
"Deal," I replied. "What is next?"
"Fuck me." He got out condoms and a tube of lube. "Let me put the condom on you," and he did it with his mouth. "Now squirt some lube up my ass," he bent over the side of the bed, feet on the floor, hairy ass up.
I did, and smeared what did not go in around his very brown hole, and put some on my very hard cock.
"Put it in. Get the head in, and then let me push back on it when I am ready."
I did, and he slowly pushed back and forth, a little deeper each time, until I was balls deep. I was ready to cum right then and there. "Fuck," I said, "I can't hold it back."
"It's OK, cum, fuck me hard while you do it."
I did.
"Stay in there if you can."
"I can."
"Can you stay hard and fuck some more?"
"Yes."
"Oh, to be 18 again," he said.
And I began to fuck some more, this time it was an easy fuck, all doggie, over the edge of the bed, admiring his hairy back, and ass, and thighs, and running my fingers through it all.
"OK," he said, "I am going to lie down, face down, on the bed, see if you can keep it in while we change positions." We slid up onto the bed. "Try different positions. Move up and kneel over my ass with your knees on either side of me. That stimulates my prostate for sure." We did that. "Now we are going to do the scissors -- I will be on my back, you on your side facing my side." We did that, I am not sure how, but we did. And I was snug up in his hairy ass for sure. "Now suck on my nipple on your side, and play with my other one." We did that. "Now, all at once, fuck, nipple suck, and nipple twist and pull." He began to play with his cock. Now I had not had that much sex with guys before this, but I never had seen a guy put so much pressure on his cock, or so much effort into trying to cum. Under all his hair his skin was as red as if it had been sunburned. His cock head looked like it would burst, it was so hard and it shone like a purple taillight. And, then, with a big groan, he came, loads and loads of cum all over his belly, chest, and even up to his head. And with that his ass clamped down on my cock and I came again, two loads of cum in one condom. We both rested for a few minutes, then into the shower, then off to the boat show.
After the boat show we talked about going back to the motel for a second round, but, we both had had it, and so, stopped to turn in the keys, and went home. By the time I got to bed I was hard again, and had a long jerk off, having to try hard to finally cum, which I did, and went to sleep.