Peter, adventures with my childhood friend.

[Movietheaterslut2]

Fuuuuck that's hot. Truck stop stories always give me a boner.

[cyberdolphnow]

yeah great story about a man discovering his sexuality! 

[Tanbbottom]

 

 

I hightailed it to my destination city, 2.5 days drive. Every truck stop that I passed I was so tempted to stop for any sexual action that I could find. But my old repressed frightened self won out and I kept my nose to the road.

The first two weeks spent in my new city were consumed with apartment hunting, moving in, buying the basics for my place, with a tiny bit of time left to start a job hunt. The next month was spent in a funk, walking my new neighbourhood, setting up accounts, but mostly, desperately sad for the life I had just walked away form. Oh yeah, and ashamed and despairing of the work I had not been able to find. I was too low to have any energy left for libido. I lived like a monk. Celibate.

That is until I didn’t!

One day walking on the beach the thought got through to me, ‘Why the fuck are you wasting your time grieving and feeling guilt for the life you left behind? Remember why you left? Remember!’

As I walked home, I picked up a gay rag to find my closest bathhouse. It was just six blocks away. An easy walk.

I worried and stewed withing my self about the best time to go for the maximum action. Afterall, I had never been to one. I finally just left. Arrived about 8 p.m.. The place was very quiet. Like dead quiet, only two very old men, that’s in their 80’s old, and myself. I did my best to entertain myself and tap down my disappointment by watching porn. Then I didn’t want to attract the interest of the other two by getting excited by porn so I moved to the whirlpool hot tub. But, I failed. I couldn’t supress my disappointment that I had finally moved to embrace the cravings that led to my leaving my wife and home for nothing, a place to be free and no men to go there with. As I headed to get dress to leave a young guy appeared. He couldn’t have been more than twenty, and his energy seemed to say, ‘wise impish nymph’. He caught my eye, and I couldn’t help but follow him.  

At the lockers he stripped out of everything and made no effort to use his towel. He was a petit hairless twink with the most beautiful, well-proportioned body I had ever seen. He knew it and flaunted it.

I followed him as he went directly to the two old men. It was clear they all knew each other. In fact, the two old guys had been stroking each other’s erections. They had to be using viagra. I hoped the young guy had pre-lubed because he sat down on the one guys cock balls deep. They fucked until the old guy came. The young guy traded laps and mounted number two. This fuck ride lasted longer but eventually the old guy grunted and came. Through ever step of his double fuck the young nymph remained impishly engaged, involved and cheerful. Some of the best porn I had ever experienced, and this was live and in the flesh with one cute young twink and two elderly men.

Leaving the elderly men, the young one came directly to me. His hand was on my toweled crotch and semi-erection immediately. “Come fuck me. Take your turn.”, his almost childlike playful voice.

“Uuuuuuuuuumm ….” I didn’t even get my thought out and he spoke.

“Or I can fuck you if you want.”

“Ummmmmmm….”

“Okay great, the sling is over here. Let’s get you in.”

As I fumbled to try and figure the darn contraption out, he spoke again.

“Are you a sling virgin? You’ve honestly never been in one of these before?”

“Ummmmmmmmmmmm”

“So, you have been fucked before?” his eye brows lifted in question.

“Oh ..oh ..o , yes I have, but , but only a couple times. … Well, that’s several times on two occasions. Oh my, too much information. Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry at all. It all sounds very hot. But sounds like it’s still a bit much for you to take in?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Then let’s go slow. So, you like to take cock up the ass?”

“Ah, yeah.” I blushed.

“No need to be embarrassed, you’ve already seen how much I like it.” And, as if remined, he reached in his ass and sucked up ass juices and cum from the old men off his fingers. He dipped again and offered it to me.

“You’re a gentleman,  ... but, ... um ...no thanks.”

“You’ve only been with men twice, but how many guys fucked you those two times?”

“Seven both times.”

“Damn, lucky you. Had anyone taught you how to clean out.”

You guessed it, I gave him my ‘deer caught in headlights’ frozen look.

He skipped me off to the bathroom and proceeded to clean me out while talking through his instructions. By the last flush I was proficient in doing the job on my own.

Back at the sling he again gave instructions and helped me into place.

“Spit for lube, or will I grab a packet.”

“What did you use? I didn’t think you did anything, and you were sitting on the first guy’s cock.”

“Ah, yeah." He laughed, "I was using cum for lube. I have three other old guys I service every day. I already had their cum in me.”
“Everyday?!”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

We talked about several things as he messaged my hole. It felt more like talking to a nice bar tender than a sex partner. After answering a number of my questions, he ask; “So you ready to get fucked.”

“Yeah!”

His average sized six inches slipping into me. No pain at all. That was a first and I asked him about it. He told me it was all about preparation.

He leaned in and kissed me so tenderly I melted into his luscious lips. He continued to kiss me all over, clearly making love to my entire body and especially my ass. I had only been ravaged before; this was amazing. It felt so playful and caring.

“So did you let all those guys cum in your ass?”

“Yup, some more than once.”

“Fuckin A, you are my kind of man. I could be close; just where do you want my load?”

“In my ass. Breed me. Please”

Only then did he get a bit forceful and was soon spewing a lot of cum into me for such a little guy.

When we had regained our breath, he ask; “So, did you like that?”

“Fuck yeah man!”

“So, would you like some more? I just heard the front door, I think my other regulars are arriving. Stay right where you are.”

“But don’t they come to fuck you?”

“Me, you, each other …. Who cares? Just enjoy.”

Five naked men from their mid 50’s to mid 70’s arrived. The eldest looked to be the most fit, surprisingly muscular for his age. The youngest was quite pot bellied and dumpy looking. They didn’t need any instruction and gathered round me. I was first fed a cock to suck, but soon had another up my ass. They kept switching and moving about for the next hour and a half. By then I had seven loads, all pumped up my ass. The eldest guy had given me two.

As these men began to drift away the room was filling with young men the age of my playful twink. He clearly knew everyone, and they seemed to look to him as a leader. He shared my story and suggested I be left in the sling for the night. The place was getting very busy and with my mentor’s encouragement and direction guy after guy, every size, shape, and colour slid into me. They didn’t all cum, but half of them did and I had 14 more loads deposited before I was aided out of the sling. I could hardly walk and the twink gave me support.

Showered, dressed and heading out I wondered how I missed the sign on my way in. Had I been that nervous and frightened. The sign at the door read, ‘Help Wanted’. I took an application before heading on home to fall into my bed and sleep the sleep of the dead.

 

 

 

[Tanbbottom]

I know this has been a long build up but I wanted to cover my and Peter's journey from the late 1950's into the AIDS epidemic. The gift giving  part is coming in the next chapter. 

[Hotcumrod]

Thia build up is fantastic. Had me hard the entire time. Can't wait to read the next chapter

[drew4fun]

I do like where this seems headed!  Thanks!

[austin_submale]

Nice new chapter!!!

 

[Tanbbottom]

I 'himed and hawed' for three days over the job application. I certainly couldn't let anyone back home know where I'd be working, but finally concluded, 'that's why I left home.' My job was cleaning out rooms after guys left. Changing the sheets. That kind of thing. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it paid the bills. And the side benefits of guys constantly flirting with me, making it clear they wanted my body, my ass  was very attractive. The management turned a blind eye to when it moved from flirting to me actually having sex, as long as they were quickies and didn't interfere with getting my work done. 

I became very good friends with the nymph. He got me invited to many orgies. 

For the next year I had tons of sex with a huge assortment of guys. I grow to love cruising in the woods of the huge inner city park. Whenever I went, night or day, there seemed to be lots of guys ready to suck and fuck. My ass was hosting a dozen guys per week and eight to twelve loads planted deep. This required frequent trips to the sexual health clinic. My ass was beginning to feel like a pin cushion. 

Then one afternoon coming out of a movie I saw him. He was buying a ticket. The classic tall dark and handsome.  Fur spilling out at his neck, beautiful curly hair and sexy five o'clock shadow. I had never done this before but I walked right up to him and gave him my number. I  smiled as I handed it to him, "Not pressure, but perhaps we could do coffee, a drink,  or whatever. " He smiled back and accepted my note. 

I didn't expect to hear anything but the next afternoon got a call from him. "Might whatever include a walk?"

We walked and talked for hours. I was in love. We had lots in common. We didn't talk about sex so I didn't tell him where when I reluctantly excused myself so I wouldn't be late for work. I  did hookup with a muscular hunk at the end of my shift. But my mind was on my walk date,  imagining sex with him. My hookup noticed I was distracted. He probably should have just walked away, but it was late and he was clearly ready to get off.  "You want this or not?" He asked with a surly voice. 

"Fuck, sorry man. Yeah, you’re so hot."

"So what do you want?" Not quite as angry. 

"To please you and this beautiful cock. You a top?"

"Yup."

"Fuck me,  breed me."

And he did. It was an angry fuck, and I loved it. I imagined my walk date pounding me. 

For the next week I saw David, my walk date, and my infatuation almost everyday.  I never talked about my work or my sex life. I was growing frustrated this wasn't leading to sex, but I so enjoyed his company and was infatuated by his handsome good looks.

Then one night we went to a gay bar. We danced and drank and danced some more. When his shirt came off I was  breathless.  When he removed mine before a slow dance I feared I'd cum in my pants. At the end of the dance he kissed me tenderly. One of those lingering kisses that grew more and more passionate.  Finally he asked the golden question; "Your place or mine?"

As far as I was concerned we couldn't get to his place fast enough. We didn't talk about sexual positions, sexual histories, STD protection, nada. 

He stripped me, laid me on his bed,  removed his clothes, I lifted my legs, ate my ass,  mounted and bred me. He fucked me three more times through the night and over breakfast invited me to move in. I immediately gave notice on my place and never slept there again. Every bedtime my legs were in the air and this God's cock was in my ass. 

We never talked about it, but the assumption was we were a monogamous couple. Knowing I couldn't go home with cum in my ass I refused all invitations at work in the bathhouse.

Well until I didn't one night. Five very hunky guys were having a great party in a sling room. David and I had been together for a month.  The sex was still great, but I was beginning to miss my old ways. Two of the guys from the party kept coming onto me hard and heavy. I was more than tempted and knew I'd lost my fight to resist when I allowed them to kiss me. They immediately dragged me to the party room. I didn't resist. Five sets of hands attacked my clothes and before I knew it I was strapped into the sling. As many more than five cocks ravaged me over the next two hours I didn't think about David once. I was dripping and gaping when I went to the showers and took three more loads there. 

Only as I decended the stairs to leave the bathhouse did the dread of what I had just allowed hit me like a Mac truck. 

David was sound asleep when I crawled into bed and I prayed two things for hours as I couldn't fall asleep. That he wouldn't wake and want to make love and that the cum I hadn't been able to push out wouldn't leak out if I did fall asleep. 

I did manage a couple hours sleep and David said nor asked nothing about the night before over breakfast or ever again. 

I quit my job the next day and got a job waiting tables within twenty four hours. In two years I'd established a great reputation and was able to move to a very nice high end restaurant where the tips were great. David assumed I'd been waiting tables all along and I never corrected this. 

Five years into our relationship we began hearing rumors about a gay disease in San Francisco. Within a year or so it started showing up in our city,  and some of our friends grew ill, a couple died very quickly. The AIDS epidemic was soon in full swing. David and I were so grateful to be monogamous. But, David was so frightened he insisted we start to use condoms. 

I had struggled within myself with temptations over the years. Especially when wealthy patrons at the restaurant would flirt or invite me to their hotel to increase their tip, wink, wink. But I had resisted, especially with the onset of AIDS. 

My mom died after a lengthy illness.  I'd been home a couple times during the illness but it was at the funeral home that Peter came to pay his respects.  I was concerned he looked a bit gaunt, but he assured me he was well and suggested we meet for a drink after the funeral and before heading back to my now home. Noone in my hometown knew about David. 

I accepted the invitation but was determined to send last minute regrets. I didn't trust myself around my childhood friend. But,  at the last minute I gave in and met him at the bar.

It was like we had never been appart. We talked about the great sex we had shared. Our many sexual adventures over the years. I  hadn't felt so free and comfortable to talk about this part of my life in years. 

When I finally talked about David,  our monogamous relationship,  my grave temptations but resistance,  Peter's eyes lit up with growing lust. 

"I've gotta piss.  You?" He asked with an unmistakable seduction. 

I  knew I shouldn't go but followed anyway. We went right to the farthest stall. I dropped my pants and with only spit for lube he was balls deep into me. He'd stop fucking when we heard the door. When the guys would leave  we'd giggle and the pounding would continue. 

"So where would David want me to leave my load?" I had told him my frustration with the condoms. 

"Shit, David ! You better pull out. " I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. 

"But what do you really want?"

"Fuck Peter,  you know I want you to breed me ... but you better pull out. "

His breathing was heavy and his voice was raspy. "I ... wa ..nt to ... give you  ..."

I should have pushed him away then and there, but instead I grabbed his ass and pulled him in deep. 

I knew he was unloading in me and it felt amazing. 

"Fuck yeah man. I needed that!"

"I know you did. Glad to accommodate. " said Peter. 

[drew4fun]

It is so very difficult to change our slutty ways, is it not!!

[infinite290]

soooo hot

[partying.hard]

On 11/24/2023 at 4:09 AM, drew4fun said:

It is so very difficult to change our slutty ways, is it not!!

I am a man.  I have needs.  I have tried to curtail my appetite.  But I couldn’t.

[Sfmike64]

2 hours ago, partying.hard said:

I am a man.  I have needs.  I have tried to curtail my appetite.  But I couldn’t.

Why would you want to do that? Time and aging will do it for you BEFORE YOU KNOW IT. Trust me on that one.

[ned2bbuged]

wow

[Remko228]

Very nice story !

[Pnp-pig]

Fucking hot and I am only half way through!