A Reason to Love Detroit

100% fiction!

My dad was always strict with me, but at eighteen, when I confessed to him that I was gay, he became a tyrant for the better part of a year. I know, at eighteen, I could have left his home and went out on my own, but that isn't as simple as some might think. I was still in high school and had no work experience. There weren't a lot of to jobs for teenagers. In 1958, there were even fewer jobs available there there are today.

We lived on a farm and had no close neighbors. I had no friends nearby. I had a couple of high school friends, but I certainly didn't consider them close friends. They wouldn't have been people that I could discuss my sexual interests with. I couldn't discuss my conflict with my dad either.

The farm was for sale because my dad was tired of it after thirty years. He had only owned it for twenty years, but he had been living on it all of his life, doing the same things day after day. He was ready to quit and move from our rural home in Southern Illinois to Detroit when his brother, a big shot for a company that made some of the expensive and complicated equipment that was used by automobile manufacturers, promised him a job.

He kept me grounded most of the time. I wasn't much for arguing with my dad. He ruled the roost and challenging him would have only made things worse. I stayed to myself and took long walks when he would allow it but didn't really feel like I fit in with my high school class. I was a loner.

My saving grace was that Mr. Johns, a forty-six year old farmer that lived two miles away, was crazy about me and because he was a trusted friend of my dads, I was able to find a reason to hope for a better life someday. What my dad didn't know was that every time Mr. Johns picked me up to take me to church, to a movie, fishing, hunting or camping, I was engaged in sexual activity nearly every minute that I was with him. Mr. Johns' wife had died when they were both young and he had lived alone ever since. He had no children and his only relatives lived in a western state and he hadn't seen or heard from them in years.

Mr. Johns had a way of making me feel loved and like the most important person on the planet while I was with him. After church, we almost always went to his house and spent nearly an hour in his bed before we got up and I cooked him a big breakfast. We went for a walk around his property later, when we returned to his house, he took me back to his bed and made love to me until he was no longer able to get his big cock hard. I loved trying and each time he pumped his cum into me, I did my best to get him hard again. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. He could usually ejaculate two times, sometimes three, but that didn't stop me from sucking and licking in an effort to get him off again.

When we went fishing or hunting, we sometimes didn't even get our gear out of the car. He had a cabin about forty miles away on a creek in a wooded area and we did the same things there that we did at his house. A few times when he told my dad that he was taking me to a movie, he would send me up to the window to buy a ticket so that I would have the stub just in case my dad asked should get suspicious, then we would go to his house and he would set up a camera that recorded the two of us in bed together. When he had the camera running, he was especially fun to be with because he changed positions a lot. He said watching the film when I wasn't there gave him almost as much excitement as when we were actually making the film.

After graduation, the farm sold and I left for Detroit with my dad. It was one of the saddest days of my life because Mr. Johns had been the most important person in my life. I made him happy and he made me happy. He said he cried after our last night together.

I was moody and sad for over three weeks, but to my surprise, I met a neighbor, Reggie, a man in his mid-forties that always showed an interest in me when I saw him in the neighborhood. If I walked by his house and he was sitting out on his porch, he called me over and talked with me. He asked me alot of questions and I sensed from the way he looked at me that he had an interest in me similar to the one that Mr. Johns had. The big difference between Reggie and Mr. Johns was that Reggie was black and seemed to have a ton of money while Mr. Johns was a farmer and just got by like the rest of the farmers around us.

One afternoon while my dad and I were shopping at K-Mart, we came out of the store and saw Reggie. He saw me, waved and approached me immediately. He was dressed in nice clothes, as usual, and after I introduced him to my dad and they made some small talk, Reggie walked away and got in a black Lincoln town car. My dad actually thought that Reggie was a pleasant guy and seemed to like him, much to my surprise.

A few days later, I made it a point to walk by Reggie's house, as I often did, and he sat out on porch and hollered at me to stop by and talk for a while. Instead of being all dressed up as he usually was, he was wearing a silk, black and gold robe with a wide belt. It was three in the afternoon, but he said he had only been out of bed for a short time. He said he worked nights alot of the time.

He invited me for a cold glass of lemonade and it was then that I first got a glimpse of Reggie's cock. He was naked under his long robe and as he carried my lemonade to me, the belt was undone and it opened just enough so that I could see his huge, black snake hanging down between his legs. I gulped nervously and he pretended not to notice, but I was sure that he was as aware of his robe opening as I was.

I got flustered and looked away from him and spilled my lemonade. With his robe still open, he jumped up and grabbed a couple of towels and began wiping it up from the table and the floor. As he wiped it up, I apologized and when he stood, his robe, still open, exposed even more. His cock was thick and beautiful He had a thick, wiry bush of pubic hair and as I stared at it, I could see that his ball sac was cleanly shaven.

He watched me grinning as I stared at his cock. My face was red and I wanted to run out of the place. When he spoke, he said, "I think you like looking at my cock, don't you Robby?"

"I...uh...I...didn't mean to...uh, it was just there. It's really big," I stammered.

"Have you ever played with a cock this big before?" he asked, taking it in his hands and holding it up proudly.

"No, never. I mean...I...uh, don't really know what to say," I said. "I'm really nervous," I added.

"Don't be. It's normal for guys to like cock. I'd love to have you play with it. Why don't you get undressed and we'll have some fun together," Reggie said.

Mr. Johns cock was seven and a half inches when it was fully erect. I had gotten used to it's enormity, but Reggie's scared me a little. I knew it was bigger than Mr. Johns' cock.

"Uh, maybe I should go. I don't think we should..." I stammered, but he took him in his arms and pulled my head close to his bare chest. He rubbed the back of my head with one hand and held me close to him with the other.

"I'm a nice guy, really. I've liked the way you look since the first time I saw you. Please, think about it. I wouldn't do anything that you don't want me to," he whispered softly with his face close to mine.

Mr. Johns was six foot tall and was broad shouldered and with a big, hairy chest and hairy arms. He made me feel secure and comfortable but I felt different with Reggie. His body was smooth, he was only five inches taller than me and I fit in his arms really well. He didn't have a big chest or big arms but he seemed solid and in shape. "Can I kiss you?" he asked.

I lifted my face upward without speaking and he didn't wait for a reply. His mouth was against mine and it was open and I tasted his hot breath. I opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue into it. It had been a long time since I had been kissed by Mr. Johns and my body trembled with excitement. My knees were wobbly and if he hadn't been holding me, I may have fallen. While still kissing me, he began pulling my shirt over my head and pulling my denim shorts down, then my briefs, exposing my hardon. While he kept kissing me, he reached down and held my cock in his hand, reached around and massaged both of my buttocks and then finally stepped back and said, "Have you ever been fucked?"

I just nodded my head up and down without saying anything. He picked me up and sat me on the edge of a counter in his kitchen. He leaned forward and unlaced my canvas shoes and pulled off my socks. He pulled my shorts and underware the rest of the way off of me and then picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. I lay like a child in his arms, naked and feeling exposed and frightened, but didn't want him to stop.

When he lay me on his bed, he stood up straight and pulled his robe the rest of the way off. His body was a deep brown, and as I looked at him, he looked perfect. His skin smooth, his thick moustache perfectly trimmed, his height and weight perfect, his cock and balls, big and beautiful. He lay beside me and took me in his arms and said, "If you want to suck my cock, you can. If you don't, we'll just lay here until you do," he chuckled, kissing me on the nose.

"I want to," I said, "Right now!" I added, gaining some confidence and not shaking quite so much.

He lay back and I kissed his stomcah first and then took his cock in my hand and began kissing it all up and down the length of it. It was cut and the head was flared out and when I licked it, it seemed to change color. I licked his balls and then went back to his cock quickly, taking it in my mouth. It was a great feeling to have a man to hold me once again, to taste the richness of his cock, to smell his manly scent and to know that I had really excited him.

Reggie lay back with his hands under his head and watched me. He seemed pleased with what I was doing and offered no instruction. Finally, he reached down and turned my body around so that my behind was right in his face. I couldn't belive that he was actually tonguing my ass. I gasped, almost in dibelief. Mr. Johns had put his fingers in me lots of times and he sucked my cock, but he never pushed his tongue into me the way Reggie was doing.

I was able to suck his cock while he licked my ass and I didn't want it to stop. I could look up in a mirror above his dresser and see his black cock in my mouth and I nearly cum. Reggie said, "I really want to fuck your little boypussy. How do you feel about that?" he asked.

I lifted my face from his cock and said, "Just go easy, please. Your cock is really big."

"I won't promise that it won't hurt a little, but all you have to do is tell me and I'll stop whenever you tell me to," Reggie promised.
"I think its probably best if I lay here on my back and you sit on it. That way, you only have to take as much as you want to," he added.

I had sat on Mr. Johns dozens of times and it wasn't my favorite position, but I agreed now that it was probably the right way for me to take his cock. I moved my small frame above him and grasped his cock at the base and slowly guided it into me as I slowly lowered myself. "Are you sure you've done this. Don't you think you'll want some grease?" he asked.

I was so excited that I had forgotten. I looked foolishly at Reggie and then took the jar of Vaseline from him and moved again so that I could slather some on his cock. I used what had stuck to my fingers to push into my hole and aligned myself once again.

It went in nicely. The big knob was certainly bigger than Mr. Johns, but it didn't hurt. I lowered myself nervously and was surprised at how good it felt. The good changed quickly to sharp pains and it felt like my guts were on fire. "OH SHIT, THAT HURTS," I said louldy.

"Then don't take anymore," he said.

I was facing him and my cock which had been fully erect and oozing precum suddenly lost some of its rigidity. "Go back up and turn around and try it with your back to me," Reggie said.

I didn't know how that was going to help, but I did as he told me. Again, it felt great only to start hurting when I got past the seven and half inch point that Mr. Johns had always gone. "I want it, but I'm chicken. Can we lay on our sides?" I asked.

"We can do whatever you want," Reggie said. He made a movement with his hands around my waist and as he curled himself around me, we went to our sides without his cock ever coming out of me. It felt good once again.

"Oh, that's good now. Now you can fuck me Reggie," I said.

Reggie wrapped his arms around my chest and pushed forward until he heard me gasp from the pain and then he stopped and withdrew slightly. After that, he just fucked me slow and easy. I could tell he was really trying not to go too far and when he did, he always knew it from my reaction and said "sorry baby."

Reggie wrapped one of his hands around my cock and began jerking it for me. "That'll make me cum, man," I said.

"That's okay, Robbie. When you cum, then I'll cum and we'll just lay here and in our own cum and relax," he said.

"I really wanted to take it all, Reggie. Maybe next time," I said as he gripped my cock while thrustng his into me.

"Can you cum, Robbie?" he asked.

"Yes...I'm really close. I'm close...Like right...NOW!" I shouted as I sprayed my boycum out onto his clean sheets.

"Me too Robbie. I'm gonna cum too," he yelled. He pulled his cock out so that just the head of it stayed inside me as he spewed forth his cream inside of me. His body was really stiff and I think mine was too, but as soon as his ejaculation was complete, I felt him relax behind me, push his cock in a little deeper and then I relaxed also.

It was nice lying there afterward. His cock was still in me and I could feel some of his cum oozing out and making me wet. His cock was slowly shrinking back to normal and when it was completely soft, he said, "I'm gonna push in a little more now and see how that feels to you."

He pushed and I felt some pain, but it wasn't awful. I let him keep pushing without complaint until I felt his thick bush against me. "See baby, I pushed it all the way in," Reggie said.

"Yeah, I know. I hope you can do that when you're hard next time," I offered.

"It'll happen baby. Now that we've broke the ice, we'll work on it until we get it perfect," Reggie said.

I left Reggie's after I drank some lemonade and he had a glass of rum and coke. When I left he said, "Call me on Friday at noon. You might wake me up, but it'll be worth it if you'll come back again," he said.

I promised that I would and as I walked home, I was finally finding a reason to like Detroit.

A follow-up to this story will be available soon. Robbie will find himself servicing the gay community for Reggie, a market that Reggie hasn't been able to satisfy until Robbie comes to his rescue.