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It was 1975; I was a senior in high school and a virgin. My passions at this time were rock and roll…and sex; yes, I was always horny.
Unfortunately for me, times weren’t what they were now. Gay was frowned upon or scorned or laughed at, and people didn’t “come out,” if you liked your own kind, you stayed in the closet. While so many of my friends were experimenting with sex, I wasn’t because I knew I was different and I had no desire to be with a girl. I liked other guys and I had no outlet for which to experiment myself. No…I actually had a very active sex life, I just happened to be alone when I had sex.
As I said, my other passion was rock and roll, and I liked the older stuff that came out of the 60’s, like the Stones, The Doors, and my all-time favorite, Janis Joplin.
In 1975, Columbia records released “Janis Joplin’s Greatest Hits.” I bought a copy as soon as it came out; I was on top of the world! I ran straight from the record store to the corner store in my neighborhood where I hung out to show it off to all of my friends. That’s when he walked in.
He was a man I was head-over-heels in love with, or rather in lust with. He was tall; maybe mid-30’s, had a blonde afro and always wore mirror sunglasses. He also had a full beard. He was definitely a throw-back hippie. He always wore faded denim cut-offs, sandals, a bandana wrapped around his head like a headband, and no shirt. All of his exposed flesh was covered with thick blond hair, his torso, arms and legs, and when he moved his arms, one could see he had thick patches of hair under his arms, too; I loved hairy guys!!!!!! He always came in and got a pack of Camel cigarettes, a newspaper, and a bottle of Dr. Pepper.
We never spoke until that day.
He overheard me and my friends talking about music, and he saw me with the record, so he asked, “You like Janis?”
“I love her!” I replied.
“What else of hers do you have?” I was embarrassed to say that I only had a couple 45’s and none of her albums. He told me he had all of her records and if I wanted to hear something I could follow him home. To listen to some Janis and spend time with this god! I jumped on the opportunity!
His apartment was very bohemian, no real furniture, just large pillows on the floor. One wall had a big shelving unit with a sprawling component stereo system spread across it, and racks of records on the floor next to it.
First thing he asked me, “How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” I said, and with that, he immediately popped the top button on his cutoffs, unzipped, and with one quick shove of his hands, dropped his pants and underwear to the floor and stepped out of them.
“I had to ask,” he said. “I’m a nudist. You’re more than welcome to undress, too. I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable, but this is comfortable for me.”
I was very uncomfortable; I was horny as hell and had a boner like a baseball bat. He was standing right in front of me, naked, and gorgeous! The blond hair covered his entire torso. He had a tight, firm body and muscular legs. He had a very thick pubic bush, and his flaccid cock was long and hung done like a hose. I wanted to touch him!
“I’m fine.” I said.
“Okay.” Then he turned his back to me to start looking through his albums, talking the whole time about rock music and completely oblivious to the fact that I was in pain…or in love, either way, I was dying! I could see that he even had thick blond hair on his ass! Flipping records and mumbling about music in general, he finally explained, “Found them!” and brought the Janis records over to me.
He put one of the records on, then he and I sat on the big pillows on the floor and talked music. He started talking about how progressive and strong Janis was as a person, ahead of her time, he said, a free spirit.
I wanted to test him, so I threw out that I had heard she was a lesbian.
He laughed. “Not a lesbian,” he said, “she loved everyone, just as I do.”
“You love everyone? You mean you like guys?”
“I don’t like labels, and I don’t think of myself as gay. Love is just a beautiful thing, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, as long as you love that person, even if it’s just for the moment. I love everyone, girls and guys.”
“So have you had sex with a guy?
“Sure! Lots of them! My first sexual experience with was with another guy, how about you?”
“I’ve never had sex.” I told him.
Then he went on to tell me about his first time, in college, with his roommate, spending time together, alone, and both new to the campus. They had smoked a bowl in their room, it was a Saturday night, and they were virtually the only two people in the dorm that night. One thing led to another, and in time, the roommate had his cock in his mouth. The sex didn’t stop there, he told me, and eventually, the two became lovers and were together their whole four years of school.
Later, he told me how he was seduced by a female English professor, and he learned that he could inflate his grades not by doing hard work, but by doing sexual favors for some of his professors, men and women.
Then he told me when he was actually in a relationship with a couple. The man was bi, and the woman was nympho. The man loved to suck dick, the woman liked to get as much cock as she could. He’d fuck them both, and both men would fuck her.
My head was swimming, I was so horny, I thought I might pass out, and he noticed. “You have a hard on,” he said. “Can I help you with that?” I just shook my head, giving approval.
He reached over, pushed me back against the pillow, undid my button and fly, reached in my underwear, wrapped his big hand around my throbbing cock, squeezed hard, and gave it a couple tugs until I shot a long stream of hot jizz into the air. “Feel better?” he asked. Again, I just shook my head.
“How do you feel about sex? You must think about it, you’re 18.”
“I (I was afraid to say it)…I think I like guys.”
He leaned back on his elbows; I noticed his cock now took on some rigidity. “It really is okay, if you want to try it, I’ll help you, why don’t you come over here and start licking my dick?”
His legs were spread, I crawled between them on my knees, I bent down over his dick, which was now pretty big and lying flat and up across his pubic bush, I lower my face, and began to lick it, as he had asked me to. It was warm, and stiff, and a little moist. It smelled manly down there; his crotch was kind of sweaty. I started slow, but really started to get into it, and licked it hard and wet. I could feel it growing and becoming harder with each stroke. In a short amount of time, it was rock hard, with a dark, shiny helmet head. It now stood up, off his body, and had a curve to it.
“Take it into your mouth, go down as far as you can and suck, suck hard.” I did as he told me, and after taking a few deep drags on it, he asked me to try swirling my tongue around it and to bob my head up and down on it.
This was great! It was so big and so hard, yet the skin was soft. It tasted a little salty from his sweat, but he was clean; he used a manly deodorant soap so he smelled rugged/ His cock was warm in my mouth, too.
It was very big, and I had a hard time with it, the more I sucked and bobbed my head up and down, the wetter and stickier it go and juice began to flow out of my mouth.
“Move around, try other things, if I moan, you know you’re doing something right so follow my lead. You can try licking my nuts, too.”
So I did. I took my mouth off it and moved down to his balls. They were very tight, and very furry. Here, too, they smelled sweaty and manly, especially in the area between the balls and the thighs. I lapped hungrily. He moaned!
Being that deep in his crotch, I could feel the thick hair on his thighs brush my face. At one point, he threw both his legs over my shoulders and wrapped his legs around my neck and I could feel his warmth and fur all over my neck, head, and shoulders!
He released his grip on my head and told me,” I’m getting close, move back to my cock.”
I started licking my way up the long, warm shaft from the furry balls until I got to the top. It was sticky and there was some kind of sticky goo leaking out the top. “That’s pre-cum. Lick it up.” I began licking his cock like an ice cream cone, trying to get every last drop. “Lick my head and piss slit.” I did as directed and concentrated my licks to his head and I tongued the slit, sucking out the clear fluid as it oozed. I could see his hairy belly rise and fall, he was breathing really hard. His body was getting sweaty.
“I’m really close, wrap your lips around the head and suck hard.”
I wrapped my lips around the base of his cock head and swirled my tongue over it while sucking deep and hard. I felt him press a heavy hand on the back of my head, and with a loud groan and a quick thrust of his hips my mouth filled with his cum. “Keep sucking! Don’t stop until I tell you to!” Then a second quick deep thrust into my mouth and more cum, then a third thrust!
He released the firm grip on my head, and slowly started stroking my hair. “Swallow what’s in your mouth.” We lay like this for a long time, him stroking my head, me sucking, his cock shrinking in my mouth.
Finally, he reached down and pulled the now soft dick out of my mouth. His pubic area was now wet and sticky with a mixture if saliva, sweat, and cum, as was my face. “Clean me up with your mouth,” he said. I did as I was told, and began licking and lapping the mixture from his cock, his hair, and his balls while he laid there on the floor relaxing and enjoying my service.
The cock began to get hard again, I could feel it grow and get stiff. I continued to lick it clean, looking forward to his next erection.
When it was completely hard, I again took it into my mouth, but he said, “No, let me make love to you.”
Make love to me?? What does that mean?? I was quite naive, and I knew making love meant fucking but how do two guys fuck??
He sat up, pulled me off him and placed me on my back on the pillow. Then he spread my legs with his hands and lay on top of me and began licking and kissing my face. “Open your mouth.” Then he stuck his tongue inside me.”
Then he knelt between my legs and I could feel him probing the crack of my ass with his cock. The cock came to a rest on my hole. And with a push his head entered my hole.
Up until now, this area was EXIT ONLY and the thrust inside of me hurt like hell but only momentarily as my hole stretched to accommodate his rock hard head. Then he slowly slid the entire shaft inside me and I felt myself fill up with his huge, hard, warm pole. Once he was all the way in, he lay on top of me, and I could feel his weight and his warmth and his hair everywhere! He lay on top of me, kissing and lapping my face for a very long time. Finally, he said, “I need to fuck.”
Need to fuck?? What does that mean? What have we been doing??
Then I felt him start to withdraw…are we done?? Then with a quick and heavy push, he slammed his hips down and thrust the huge cock back inside of me, deep and hard. Then another slow withdraw followed by another deep, hard thrust. That was followed by another and another until he got into a rhythm of pounding.
I was loving it!!!!
At some point, he rose to his knees and pulled out of me. Then he picked me up and flipped me over onto my stomach, and pushed me flat against the floor. He then climbed between my legs and entered me from the back. Now lying on top of me, pounding my asshole, I could feel his entire body, with all of that hair, from head to toe.
The thrusting got deeper, harder, and even quicker in this position! Then with a loud moan, and a really hard thrust inside me, I felt my inside fill with his cum!!! This was followed by a few more deep hard thrusts, then he slipped an arm under me and we rolled over unto his back where he grabbed my rock hard cock and beat me off until I shot my second load high into the air!
We laid that way for a long time, him still inside of me, holding me and kissing my neck, his hairy arms stroking my skin.
In time, his cock shrank and became flaccid and my asshole ejected it. I could feel moisture oozing out of my asshole, as well. We too separated and I got dressed. We talked for a little bit, and I left, having an open invitation to come listen to tunes any time.
We continued to bump into each other at the store, but never got together again. Just the same, whenever he saw me, I always got a wink, a smile, and a sexy, “Rock on!”