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I was a skinny twink. I looked like a twink when I was 35. I looked 12 when I was 18. And I was in southern California and I had for some reason gotten off the bus in Laguna Beach to walk around. More about that later. This is sort of a therapy letter. A way to get share my very first relationship. I want to be honest and say straight up that there were parts of this relationship I enjoyed. And most of the parts I enjoyed were the sex parts.
I was pretty young and my mom knocked me around so I spent this one summer hanging around this park. There was this grounds keeper named Gary. I was fascinated by the stick he picked up cans with so I started hanging around where he had the grinder he used to sharpen the nail in the stick. Gary was 28. It was June and this was his first time working for the park department. From June through August in 1978 I had a relationship with Gary and he taught me to have sex with him. Gary smoked Salem cigarettes and when I hung around the grinder he would give me a Salem after he smoked half of it. Creating the secrets and the outlaw.
Gary told me about getting hard and we looked at each other's cocks hard a few times. He told me how to Jack off and how it felt. He told me to do it in bed or the bathtub he told me to do it until I got a funny feeling. He also told me to watch out about the smoking because I was a kid and I might get in trouble. So I was careful. And I never got caught smoking anything.
So I jerked off at home, alone and i came while i was in the tub. I thought,"Holy crap!Gary is a genius". I started looking for any chance to get in a bathroom and jerk off. There was no cum and my cock was small but I felt it and Gary told me this is what feels like to fuck a girl. And he would tell me things I might have missed on Dedra, or Toni, or Christy or Candy. And of course there were magazines. Stacks of magazines. There were always magazines at the grinder. Gary would give me a Salem and Id get a magazine and go go this old concrete restroom and smoke and jerk off. I would lay the magazine out in front of me on the toilet. Then I would stand there and jerk off.
When Gary would come he would come in the restroom he would bring cigarettes and more magazines. He started telling how we Gould do what they were doing in the photos if we pretended I was a girl since I was younger and smaller. I was really curious, scared of getting caught, and clueless about how to pretend to be a girl in one of the magazines.
The first thing Garry wanted me to do was hold his cock. We were in the bathroom and he took a piss. When be was finished he started to put his cock away, but took my hand and put it on his cock. I started to pull away but he held my hand and told me he wanted me to hold it, not just touch it.
So I did. I stood in the bathroom at 11am holdind Gary's cock while he started to jerk me off. He stopped, leaned down, took my whole package in his mouth, gave a couple of weak sucks. He stood back up and looked at me like he couldn't wait to get this game started. He said see. No big deal. But I did it so you have to. I was freaking scared. Gary put his hand on the back of my neck. He was holding me right enough I knew he wasn't going to let me go but not in a rough or painful way. He walked me around on the concrete floor. My swim trunks were around my thighs and my cock was out and hard. Gary was wearing white braids and he ad his cock hard and out of his briefs.
His waist wasn't too far below my face. He just had to push me down a little and my mouth and his cock would meet. I was scared but wanted to try it. He led me around a little more and I got a drink of Gatorade. I kind of tried to stay standing as he pushed my shoulders down. It was a little sudden and I tried to stand but Gary held me I didn't know what to do but Gary grabbed my chin and squeezed my mouth and said "make sounds like your kissing a girl. So I knelt on the floor with my face being squeezed by a guy who is more than twice my age making kissing sounds while his cock hung in front of my face. Then he said, when I put it in your mouth do that. He let go of my chin held the back of my head and his cock slid in my mouth, and i was sucking cock. Gary wasn't what you could call hung so his whole cock was in my mouth and I wasn't gagging. I had to come up off it some so I could suck and i was watching what Gary wanted because i didn't know what I was doing. Do i just suck? Do i move? The pics in the magazines were still. So I couldn't tell what they were really doing. This is the one time Gary was kind of rough when he was showing me stuff. He wanted me to suck and do it the way that felt good. He wanted me to open my mouth all the way so he would hold my nose. I would laugh and get kind of excited.
This stuff all happened over 4 days. Once I sucked Gary he really got serious about not getting caught. I would get to the grinder shed about 7:30. Gary would get there about the same time. He would give me a Salem and tell me to go to the bathroom. He liked to be sucked in the morning and on the third day after I started sucking Gary I tried pretending to be one of the girls in the magazines. I sat on the concrete floor with my legs spread, my hand down my shorts. I went my lips angels my mouth half open. Gary whispered, oh my God, and showed me how to face fuck. He started getting me to be different ways and to keep all of my clothes off when he was showing me stuff or smoking. I would do a lot of poses while I smoked. He had me sit with my legs open. With my hand between them by my little cock.
This is also the day I found out what happens when a man cums. I had sucked Gary 11 different times but at some point he stopped and had to go or something. He told me I could do it all I needed to do was hold my mouth open and let it sit there then swallow it and drink some water. Gary had positions he liked to do. He would put his cock in my mouth, squeeze my head with his thighs and walk around with me hanging and sucking like a servising appendage. He would time how long we could stay coupled. We could do it for a while.
Gary had me sit with my legs open and my back against the toilet. It was warm and humid. The concrete was gritty, wet, and I was sweating as I sat there. Gary would wash his hands before and after we did anything or he showed me something. Sometimes he would wash them three or four times in a couple of hours. It was like starting a scene for him. So I was skinny and spread out in front of this man who I don't really know and I'm letting him do these things to me.
I had taken a drag and leaned my head back wet my lips and tried holding my eyes and mouth half open as the smoke drifted from my lungs into the urine scented air. Gary turned the water off and i saw him step toward me. It looked like he enjoyed my position. He took my head and my mouth automatically and his cock was immediately inside. This time Gary had me sit with my head on the toilet seat so he could get deep and pump my mouth with his dick. Pumping really gets the head down the throat and Gary was pumping me when he said keep your mouth open, don't swallow. He started cumming. He held my head back and let himself fill me. My mouth was kind of full when he pulled his cock out and held my nose and mouth telling me to swallow. I hated it. He held me down while he was making me swallow. He kept saying, come on swallow. He held me down with his hand over my mouth saying come on man just swallow. I finally did and started crying. Gary started asking what I was going to do and started reminding me I would get in super trouble and have to take one of my mother's beatings.
So I got quiet. Gary had put my clothes on this ledge I couldn't reach. He always did that when I was with him. He would put my clothes out of reach and he washed his hands.
Gary got me to walk around this restroom. It was about 12x12 and had a partition with a toilet but no door, a urinal, and a sink. I caught my breath and then Gary had me do more poses before he gave me my clothes. I did a bunch laying back with Gary standing over me.

Chapter two.

Gary was cool about me hanging around but I had better be ready for some rough sex talk. He liked to talk about fucking girls and what I should do when I started fucking them. He thought like that. That there was stuff to do when it's time to fuck. I was kind of liking this arrangement. I had somewhere to go and hang out and have some freedom. I was pretty much scheduled to suck Gary off 4 times a day.
I would hang out in his shed or ride around the park on my bike. I liked to hang around because I had this fear Gary would talk to someone and tell them something. So I was around a lot. Gary was cool with me hanging around but when he handed me a cigarette that meant go to the restroom so we can do some stuff. He always got me naked and made me stand there. He would come up behind me and rub against me
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