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God, reading this group takes me back. I'm afraid, though, that my first
time didn't have the romantic elements that many of the posts here
display. You see, my dad was in the Air Force and we traveled all the
time--I didn't have close friends to "experiment" with, shall we say. To continue, I first realized I had gay inclinations in high school, but I didn't act on them (out of ignorance and fear). When I moved out of the old home at age 19, though, I decided the time had come to explore. The place was Kansas City, the time was the mid-1970's. I didn't have a convenient guide to tell me where to go (I wasn't old enough to get into the gay bars, anyway), so I picked the only place I knew about--an X-rated bookstore/arcade. For the benefit of the younger readers, I should explain that video arcades then were different than they are today. For one thing, VCRs weren't in vogue yet, so they used movie projectors (8mm?) playing short, five minute scenes in an endless loop. We also didn't have space-age plastic cubicles. What we had instead were black-painted plywood booths, complete with glory holes that the management occasionally (vainly) tried to cover up. My entrance to the arcade was exactly what you might expect. I drove past it two or three times before working up the nerve to enter. Then I waited in the parking lot for the street to be empty so I could rush to the door unseen. When I got in, I was stunned. My only exposure to sex/nudity had been reading an occasional Playboy. I had no idea such things existed as I saw on display. All the magazines were covered in plastic, of course, but I could still see the covers. There was even a gay section where, for the first time in my life, I finally saw two men making love. I couldn't decide if I was in heaven or in hell, but my dick sure liked what I saw--tenting my pants out for all the world to see. I spent about half an hour just browsing up and down and looking at all the possibilities. Finally, I wandered over to the arcade entrance. I saw that some of the films were gay films and I knew that I had to go in there. I got five dollars worth of quarters and plunged bravely into a new world. Inside, everything was painted black. There was a narrow corridor down the center, with booths on each side. There were a couple of guys just standing around, one of them smoking (this was in the days before surveillance cameras). All of them looked at me, scaring the hell out of me! I didn't know exactly what they wanted or what they wanted from me, and I was torn between fear and desire. This was exactly what I had come here for, but I didn't know if I was brave enough to go through with it. I entered a booth at random. The film was a sailor flick and had the basic storyline common to all of them. Two men meet, somehow signal each other and proceed to get it on. In this case, they were joined by a third man who was turned on by the action. I saw a number of firsts that day--witnessing my first blow job, my first three-way, my first fucking. All of this in total silence because these films didn't have sound. My dick got even harder than before, something I didn't think possible and I was aching to do something with it. The door, which I had left unlatched, opened a crack and someone cleared their throat outside. I didn't know what to do, so I just stayed right where I was. The door opened a little wider and he slipped into the booth with me, closing the door after him. He was a middle-aged man, medium height with a trim build. He had a moustache and very short hair. And when he smiled, his whole face lit up. He wasn't exactly my dream man, but right then, there wouldn't have been too many men that I'd have turned down. My dick needed relief and it needed it right now! He came over to me and watched the film with me, asking me if it was a good film. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded. I felt his hand touch my leg, then wander back to my ass, gently stroking as it went. I turned to look at him and he leaned in to me and kissed me, catching me totally off-guard. (I didn't know that men also kissed each other.) After an initial hesitation, I cooperated, leaning in to him and kissing him wholeheartedly. His tongue entered my mouth and we stood there, locked in the embrace. Both of his hands were now wandering up and down my body, playing with whatever they found. After a minute, I tentatively put my hands around him and pulled him close to me. Our crotches ground together as he began moving against me. We were still lip-locked when I felt his hand moving to my crotch and begin fondling my dick through my jeans. I almost came right there. We moved apart and he slowly undid my belt and unzipped my pants, all the while looking into my eyes. I was unbelievably turned on; this man could have done anything that he wanted. What he wanted, though, was my cock. My pants fell around my ankles and I was standing there in my underwear, uncertain what to do next. He solved that problem for me by kneeling in front of me and putting his mouth into my crotch, still covered (barely) by my underwear. After a brief time (pun intended), he pulled my underwear down in one swift motion and swallowed my cock. I was in a state of shock--it's one thing to fantasize about it, another to actually do it. We stayed motionless for a minute, my cock in his mouth, while we both savored the moment. Then his tongue began moving around the head of my cock in a heady, swirling motion. He began to move his mouth up and down the shaft, with his hand following along behind to make sure that the entire cock got the attention it craved. I felt his other hand caressing my buns. Then he began to deep-throat my cock with both of his hands on my ass pulling me tightly into him. I don't know how I held out, but I wanted to savor this as much as I possibly could, which turned out to be 5 minutes or so. When his finger slipped into my ass, I lost it. My knees buckled as I was shaken by the most intense orgasm of my life. I came and came, while he swallowed all of it like kid sucking on candy. When I was through, I didn't have the strength to do anything but stand there and pant, trying to get my breath back. He was still kneeling in front of me with my slowly-softening cock in his mouth. Finally, he released it. Standing up, he gave me a quick kiss and a pat on the ass and vanished the way he had come. And I knew, once and for all, that I had found what I wanted. Whew, that brings back memories, that does. Anyone interested in the story of my initiation into fucking? |
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