The Stare

[mpjockstrap]

He was definitely staring.

Every booth in the arcade was full.  Thanks to some stupid state law, likely meant to inhibit sex (ironic, Black's Beach was just south in La Jolla...), there were no doors or curtains and one could see many of the booths and their occupants.  My pants were done up, but I was rubbing myself through my shorts...and he was staring.

He had a casual look, leaning back in the darkness of the booth, I could catch bits of detail from the flashes of TV light.  Short hair, salt and pepper, trimmed in beard and moustache, decently built, he looked like he was in his early fifties.  And that stare.

For the briefest moment...you know that moment, when the eyes meet yours for the first time and lock.  You quickly looked away, didn't you?  I did.  But just like you did, I looked back a little later, just to see, right, to see if he was actually looking at me, was he?

That stare.

I was 18, fresh into school at Camp Pendleton, and the porn shop in Oceanside was a natural draw.  There were plenty of places to buy skin mags but this was the only video arcade young Marines knew of, otherwise, in the early 90's, you had to get a room at the Miramar or one of the other hotels and suck up the stupid cost of a hotel porn film.  No, this place was where you went to see the films and, as a young Midwestern 18 year old, first delved into the reality of your sexuality.  It was a straight film I had up but now I could barely concentrate on Tom Byron blowing his load over Tori Wells' tight ass.  He was still staring.

And his hand was grazing across his crotch, his legs carelessly spread...was that his dick?  Was he actually stroking?  While he's staring at me?

Is this guy gay?  

He chose that moment to leave his booth; he had to walk right past mine, I tried not to look but his eyes never left me and I could feel it.  The state.  As he passed by, his left hand 'casually' brushed the framing of my booth and a soft noise indicated he'd smacked the edge with a ring, not enough to be noticed...except by me.  The sound of metal on wood caused me to look up. He was still staring at me and when I looked up and our eyes locked again, he motioned toward the store with a nod of his head and was gone.

I sat there shocked.  Had never experienced anything like this before.  But when you know you're being scoped you KNOW, instinct tells you what experience can't and I knew.  He wanted me to follow.  Would I?  I wasn't gay...but THAT wasn't really true either, was it?  I'd played with things I could get up my butt as a kid, even a big black dildo, my mother's, from the time I'd hit puberty, certainly long enough to know I liked it.  And there was that night in San Diego a few weeks earlier, and the two men who came to my tiny YMCA cubbyhole.  But I wasn't gay, I had a girlfriend after all, and you couldn't have a girlfriend and be gay...

But I felt I had to follow him, see where this went, so I got up and went for the door.  And in the bright, harsh fluorescents, among Marines and others browsing and marvelling at the smut on display, there he was, looking at a dildo.  A large one.  And as if on cue, he casually looked across the wall in a way that naturally allowed him to see me coming out of the arcade.  I stepped into the toy aisle and moved past him a bit.  After a few moments I could feel him passing behind me and that was when reality hit.  A whisper, barely audible, lost to the background and just for me.

”Outside, white Chevy, just get in," and again, gone.

My heart raced.  I was right.  He was definitely staring at me,he was definitely hitting on me, he was definitely cruising me (though I had no idea of that term or it's meaning)...and I was now definitely walking out the door into the California sun, where, sure enough, he was behind the wheel of a white Chevrolet.  Watching.  I walked to the car and got in; without a word he pulled out and we were gone.  It was that easy.  As he pulled into traffic south toward Carlsbad, he rested his hand on my bare thigh and gave my leg a squeeze then left it there, chuckling quietly as he felt me tense up.

"First time?" he said.  It wasn't a question.  He went on, not waiting for me to respond, "My name is Brad, it's nice to meet you..." he trailed off, expecting a response.

"Jeff.  I'm Jeff." I stuttered in response.  It was about all I could say.  My mouth was suddenly dry.

"Well Jeff,it's nice to meet you.  I think we'll have a good time this afternoon, yeah?”  He chuckled again and his hand slid a bit further up my leg.  "I'm positive.  You'll remember this, you never forget your first time."  All pretense was gone, the fingers drifted into the leg of my shorts as he drove "I love that I'm your first time.  Heh, makes me a virgin killer I guess."

'How could he know?' I thought to myself.

We rode the rest of the way making small talk, he danced on and off sexual questions as he got me loosened up, all the time that hand crept up my thigh bit by bit.  He'd done this before.  That became evident.  And his casual questions, what you'd expect, the usual, worked to open me even more.  How old I was, where I was from, did I have a girlfriend,had I ever been with a man, what did I like.  The typical questions we ask a new partner.

The questions that told him I was, in fact, a virgin to what he was offering.  "Here we are Jeff, home sweet home.". A nice townhouse in Carlsbad.  Where I grew up in one afternoon in 1992.

 

to be continued...

[austin_submale]

Nice set up...  hope to read more!

 

[PozTalkAuthor]

"I'm positive. Remember this, you'll never forget your first time!" 

Simply... The TOP!!! 🎁🦠☣️➕🔝❣️💯🥇

[PozTalkAuthor]

And, given that the plot is set up in a context where no UEqualsU or PrEP are available, the gifter can claim the boy as his for sure!

[ErikRaw]

nice start!  looking forward to seeing how many loads Brad pumps into innocent Jeff!

[PozTalkAuthor]

Just trying to figure it in my mind, the youngest crying after getting pozzed and accusing the oldest to have stealthed him and the other showing a big smile "well, I just told you I'm positive. From the beginning. I warned you, but you've been so fucking naive"... 

I clearly wouldn't approve such behaviour in reality, especially talking about those times, where condom -and FORTUNE- where the only means of prevention we had. Now with Prep and meds around, and many sources for education, being this naive would be quite embarrassing

[negchaserlooking]

@mpjockstrap A hot pozzitive beginning. I can feel a good story cumming on.

[RiskyMarc]

Nice start.

[shinelover]

This is off to a great start! More please!!!!

[Acechaser]

Hot beginning! 

[viking8x6]

Fantastic start! Looking forward to more.

Of course, the really sleazy Marine boys know they can get action at the rest stop on the I-5 right nearby... Not that I'd know anything about that. Nor Black's Beach, either. Oink.

[toolman1966]

Several straight young men where lost at discovering their lust for toxic cock in the '90's

[mpjockstrap]

He turned the key and held the door open, inviting me in.

I crossed the threshold and paused.  A TV was in the corner, porn on the screen, a shemale thrusting herself into a guy like he owed her money.  The language was alien, I'd later learn to recognize Portuguese, the language of every Brazilian sex goddess on screen, "Aiii papi!". Brad gently but firmly gave me a nudge toward one of the kitchen chairs arrayed in front of the television and closed the door behind him.  My eyes glued to the TV, I barely paid attention as he turned the deadbolt closed and 'secured' the door.  I'd heard of shemales, of course, seen a couple of videos in the booths naturally, but none as hot as this woman, far better looking than Emily back home.  Her claim was that, at 22 when I'd been 16, she could and would buy the beer and cigarettes; she wasn't remotely close to the Brazilian on the screen.  I decided I preferred the porn star and gasped when she pulled out ten inches of cock.

Brad chuckled as he kicked his flip flops to the wall next to the door.  I kicked my own shoes off next to his.  "Have a seat, would you like a drink?"

"Coke?  Er...please?" I said.  My eyes were locked on the screen as she shot her load into her boi, the camera caught every pulse of her balls as she bred him.  "You like shemales?" he asked as he sat down next to me, handing me a freezing cold Pepsi.  "Straight boys tend to like shemales at first, when they're making the transition, shemales and crossdressers, drag queens.  It's like easing into the pool instead of jumping straight into the deep end."  His leg pressed into mine and his hand went to my thigh again, but all the way to the top of my leg this time.  His fingers brushed my cock, which jumped.  He twitched his hand and palmed my shaft through the thin material.  I took a nervous gulp of the soda.

"Relax, enjoy the show."  A new scene had started on the screen, two women in tiny string bikinis.  Their tits were straining the bikinis and the bulging cocks were unmistakable as they walked up on the pool boy.  "Why don't we get you a little more comfortable," he stood then, and in the same motion began tugging my t-shirt up my belly, "you don't need this."  My hands automatically went up, he deftly snared the Pepsi with one hand as he pulled my shirt over my head with the other.  The movement caused me to lean into him as he took a slight step forward, and now I could feel his abs press into my face through the shirt.  My T came clear and flew across the room and he handed the can back and took his chair again.  Sliding it a few inches, now somewhat behind me, I felt his hands spread across my bare shoulders; I shivered a bit and turned away slightly as he started to knead the muscles.

”Nice." he drawled it out slightly, "you work out?"  He chuckled at the joke and so did I, the ice started to break then as I relaxed into his hands.  "Ever had a massage before?" he asked, "I've got a table if you're up for one, I'm fairly good at it."  I said no, I never had had a massage before and then, "Actually, I've never been in a situation like this before."

"Never?" he asked.

"Well, there was a thing, a couple of weeks ago in San Diego, at the Armed Services YMCA, a couple of guys came into my room...I mean, I invited them to my room, and they were naked, but they only touched each other...it was weird..."  I trailed off.

"Well, I won't leave you high and dry, honey, you’re gong to get the full experience.  I want you to be relaxed, feel good."  We continued on like that for a while then he patted my arms and told me to stand up.  He reached down and pulled at first one sock, then the other, and tossed them near my shoes and discarded T-shirt.  "Fuck you've got a nice body.  Being a Marine was a good look for you."  His hands ran up and down my sides, then one slid further down, from my waist, my hip, then down my leg to the bottom of my shorts, then up the inside and into my crotch from behind.  I felt his fingers wrap around my balls and his thumb pressed the fabric of my briefs into my butt and wriggled.  I instinctively pressed back against that and felt him hook the leg opening and his thumb was in my crack.  He followed with his fingers and awkwardly reached forward to get at me again.  "Ooo!” I murmured, wincing and flinching a bit, into his hand.  He'd accidentally raked my puckered hole with his thumbnail.

 "Nice cock Jeffy.  Very nice.  Let's get these off you and see you, naked as a virgin."

His hand slid back along the underside of me as he withdrew, each fingertip running rough across my hole.  It stung a bit but I wasn’t thinking about that as I felt his hands come up, hook my waistband and just like that, my shorts and briefs were on the floor, pooled around my ankles.  ”Never been naked in front of a man, hmmm?” he asked absentmindedly as he stroked his hands across my ass.  “Well…not exactly, I mean, you know, the shower…”
“No.  I mean sexually.  That’s what I’m talking about.  You ever look around in the shower?  See what kind of heat the other Marines were packing?”

“No way!” I replied.  The thought actually sort of repulsed me; the guys I did like were like family, and the ones I didn’t like…well…yeah, no chance.  I didn’t talk to them, there was no way I’d consider sex with them.  Besides, “Today is the first time I’ve ever really been sexual with a guy.”
“What about San Diego?”  His hands were all over my ass now, one would slide into my cheeks regularly as he rubbed and kneaded, and the fingernails would play that stinging trail across my tender anus.  I thought nothing of it except that it felt nice, this attention.  My cock was rock solid as he slid a hand between my legs and made a fist.  My thighs parted slightly and he pushed through, reaching underneath and grabbing my cock, “You said something about San Diego.”

“We’d just come in from a field op and I was gross, but I wanted to go find a place in San Diego, have a weekend.  I took the train down,” he was actively stroking my balls and the base of my cock, my thighs parted wider, about to the PT position.  “I got a room at the YMCA.  I couldn’t afford anything else.  The showers are communal, and while I was in there, two guys came in.  Bare assed naked,”

“Like you are now.”

The thought thrilled me as his hand pulled and kneaded my prick.  These guys had come in the room naked, they had nothing with them, and it was a while of me scrubbing and enjoying the endless hot water before I realized they had been checking me out.  Boldly, they weren’t hiding anything.  Least of all their cocks, on full display.  As I related the story and it’s anticlimactic end where they used me for a mattress, fucked each other, and then left me, his fingertips were rubbing and pushing at my hole.

“You got a taste of it, didn’t you?  That feeling of a man on top of you?  Did it bother you they didn’t play with you so much as on you?”

“I was nervous, so not at first, but later, it was frustrating.  Oooohhmmm….” I moaned slightly as he teased my butt, those fingernails grazing me again.  It felt heavenly.  “We’re gonna have a lot of fun, I can already tell Jeff.  Let me give you a taste.”

He pulled down a bit on my dick as his other hand came out of my ass and slid up my back, pushing me forward.  I was now bent over slightly and he pulled my cock back and pressed his face into my cleft, his tongue searching across the crack to my hole.  I gasped and my cock jumped in his hand as he slipped his tongue into me.  I was glad now for the morning shower as he introduced me to rimming, his tongue pushing in and out of me.  He came up for air, “Nice!  You’ve got a nice tight cherry baby.  I can’t wait to get you nice and juicy.” He dove again and started eating my ass in earnest, his tongue fucking in and out of me in a slow rhythm.  As I moaned and pushed back against his furry mouth, I thought idly that there was no way I was leaving for a while.  Hell, his clothes were still on.  My knees started to tremble a little and he backed off then.  “Mmmm, don’t wanna get you too excited, not just yet.  Just a little tease, get you into chase mode.” He turned me around then and I looked down to him as he appraised my body.  His hand wrapped back around my prick and squeezed.  Precum drizzled from the tip.  

“You won’t have any use for this today, not the way you’re used to, anyway.  I’m a top, not versatile.  You understand what that means baby?  It means I’m the pitcher and you’re the catcher, and from the way your body is reacting, I think you’re going to like it that way.  You’re definitely going to be catching something today.” He chuckled and stood up.  “Now, take my clothes off.  Get used to your place.  This is Daddy’s house, and you’re the new boy.”. I did as he told me, slightly shocked over how readily I took his orders.  I began unbuttoning his shirt, nearly tearing the first button off.  He playfully slapped my hand, “Slowly, boy, take your time and enjoy it.  I’m the first Man you’ve ever undressed.  I’m not going to be the last.  Learn how to do it right.”

I did as he told me, taking each button and staring at his body as I revealed it.  The top buttons revealed a light coating of silver fur across his chest and beautiful, firm pecs.  He definitely worked out, this was the proof, and each was tipped by a pink, thick nipple.  They were a bit puffy and well defined.

 Unconsciously, I licked my lips as I continued unbuttoning him.  Finally, the shirt fell open and I smoothed it off his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle under my hands.  I felt a little thrill as he grabbed between my legs again.  “Now, get on your knees and take off my pants.  Shorts first.” He put a hand on my shoulder and gently forced me down; I was now at near eye level to his crotch, I could clearly see the bulge of his prick in front of me.  I undid the belt and fly, breathing in, smelling his sex.  It was exhilarating, that first true smell of his pheromones.  He stepped one foot, and then the other, out of his shorts and now stood in front of me in just a blue brief that fit his body like paint.  I could almost see the veins on his turgid cock as I reached for the waistband.  I paused a moment, nervous again. Was he going to put it in my mouth?

I took a breath and pulled.  His prick fell out, fully erect, precum oozing from the tip.  A thick chrome ring encircled the base and the veins WERE rippling across its thick surface. He was huge, at least 8 inches, and thick, and I gasped quietly.  He took that moment of surprise to firmly pull my head in and suddenly that cock head was on my lips.  “open wide for Daddy, Jeff, it’s time for your next lesson.” He said as he pushed into my mouth.  I tasted the salty precum as the head slid across my tongue, slowly fucking into the back of my throat.  I started to grip the base and he swatted my hand away, “Hands off boy.  This is your first blowjob, isn’t it?  You’re going to learn the right way isn’t like those sluts in the pornos do it.  Girls don’t know how to suck cock, but you’re going to learn the right way.  I don’t want anyone ever saying my boy doesn’t know how to give a proper blowjob.  Now relax your throat and lean into it.  Fuck my cock with your throat, and don’t throw up.” I started sucking, cautious at first, jerking back every time he triggered my gag reflex, and bit by bit, that cock worked into my stretching mouth.  Saliva glistened as I continued to eat his prick and he groaned.  I looked up and saw him, head back, and felt him thrust and for a brief moment, I bottomed out, my nose buried in his hair, the head of his prick almost in my esophagus and then he pulled out with an nearly audible pop.  “Good boy.  You’ve got promise baby.  I’m gonna turn you into an elite cocksucker.  A true slut.”

I swooned a bit and smiled, and out of nowhere, “Thank you Daddy.” What was this?  ‘Thank you Daddy?’ Was that ME?

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It's a lot easier to imagine/remember this than it is to write it, so bear with me.  Also, only part of this is fiction, I've taken my own cherry breaking and added a bit of fantasy and a bit of fiction.   Thank you for the kind comments this far.

 

[austin_submale]

Getting HOT!

 

[ErikRaw]

you are doing a great job @mpjockstrap!  thanks for sharing - i look forward to the next hot update!