My Gay Sex with my Friend, Dale

Before I begin my story, I would like to ask that you do not criticize my story, as some have done with my other two stories. I am new to this website, I am writing about things as they happened—not fantasies—and I am not a professional writer. I just want to tell my story, as everyone else seems to be doing here. If you like it, then I am glad and I thank you, but if you don't, then I'm sorry.

On 23 Jan 2007, I wrote "my first gay sex" (located in the "First Time Sex" category), which was about how I had my first gay sex at a nude beach in 1974. This is about a follow-up experience I had, several years later, when one of my friends came to visit me again. After Santa Monica closed the beach for nudity, in 1974, I began to go to San Onofre State Beach on trail number 6, and have gone there for many years since. One day I took my neighbor, Dale there with me.

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My memory is not very good anymore, so I cannot remember exactly what year it was that all this happened, but it was several years later. Nonetheless, I was over at my parent's house, and I had gotten permission from my dad to work on my car out in their garage. I had changed my spark plugs and points, and changed my oil, lubed the wheels, and changed the brake fluid, so I was pretty messy from being under the car, and I had grease all over me, which made me quite smelly.

Just as I was finishing and ready to go for a test drive, an old friend, Dale, came by to see me. He used to live in the house 2 doors north of my parent's house, and this was the first time I had seen him in several years.

As Dale first came up the driveway and said hi, I hardly recognized him because he was several years older, at about 25 years old. He had to tell me who he was before I could see that it WAS him. After we reestablished our friendship, I asked him if he wanted to go with me for the test drive. "Of course I would!" he said, "I came all the way over here from [where he lived. He told me, but I cannot remember…] just to see you!" I said, "Great! Hop in and we'll get her started!"

I drove my usual route, going a little on the regular streets, and a little on the freeway, and when I was driving on my way back to my parent's house, after leaving the freeway off ramp, I passed a part of the riverbed that Dale and I had gone to long ago. Dale said, "Hey James! Do you remember that place?" I said, "What place?" He said, "The place we just passed! In the riverbed! Don't you remember what we did there?"

That brought back many memories. I remembered that day that I took Dale to the nude beach. He did not join me and strip naked on the beach, however. He just wanted to go along to see all the naked people there—especially the girls. Afterwards, on our way home, he asked me to take him there to the riverbed. Then once I parked my car, he asked me to walk with him down into it because he said he wanted to show me something, and I followed him under the bridge, where the street passed overhead.

When we got there and were completely under the bridge, he told me that seeing all those naked people made him horny and he asked me "to help him", as he began to drop his pants. I asked him what he wanted ME to do. Then he said, "Well, if you drop your pants too, we could stroke each other".

Then after hesitating a little, he said, "Don't worry. I'm not gay. I'm just horny, and it's your fault because you took me there. I didn't really believe you that we were really going to a nude beach, but we did, and I SURELY didn't believe that YOU would take off all YOUR clothes too! and now I am REALLY horny because I saw YOU, MY FRIEND, naked too! so you've got to help me. Please? Please help me?" I told him I didn't think I could, because I was his neighbor and if he talked about it, I could get into trouble when his parents find out and run to my parents. He said, "Hell! I'm not going to tell! Besides, I could get into trouble too! And what if YOU tell YOUR parents? Then I would be in trouble too! Look at me! I'm BEGGING! PLEASE HELP ME!" I said, "I wouldn’t tell!" and he said, "Well, neither would I!"

Well, I was horny too, so I dropped my pants too. Then we got bolder. We pulled our pants up again, and holding them up to our waists, we walked all the way up to the top of the riverbank, where there was a little cubbyhole that was only about 3 feet high below the street. There, we would be hidden, should anyone be walking down in the riverbed below.

Once we had found that "safe spot" we took off ALL of our clothes because we were both so horny. What made us even MORE HORNY was the fact that we COULD have been caught, stark naked as we were, and somehow, that made it more fun.

We then started to stroke each other, and we each began to talk about how much we were enjoying the feeling of someone else touching our cocks. Soon, they began to be throbbing hard cocks. Mine swelled up more than usual because I was enjoying the feeling so much. I think Dale was feeling the same way too. He was still in his puberty years, so his cock was a cute little one, but I could feel that he must have been excited because it felt like it was stretched to the max.

Then without saying anything, Dale reached over and put his mouth on my cock and began to suck me off. That felt great, but I stopped him and told him of what I had just done. I told him that when he was looking all over for me on the beach, it was because as I had walked along the beach and walked into a cove where there was some privacy so I could beat off, I had met a guy there who came from out of nowhere and began to suck me off and then he asked me to suck him off too while he was sucking me, so we lied on the beach with our heads facing each other's cock and we sucked each other off.

When we had finished sucking each other off and stood up, he said thankyou, and began to kiss me passionately in a French kiss, holding the back of my head and pushing it towards him to make our lips tighter, and to make it so I wouldn't back away. I wasn't sure I wanted to kiss him. He was a guy! and on top of that, I didn't even know him. Maybe he knew what I was thinking, and maybe that was why he held me so close. After a while, though, I began to enjoy it and it began to feel good. I hadn't been kissed by a woman in a very long time, and although he was a guy, he was SOME ONE who cared enough to kiss me. Besides, it didn't feel much different than a woman kissing me.

Then he put both of his hands on my ass and pulled our bodies tightly together, so our throbbing, hard cocks were against each other, and he reached down and began to stroke me as he was kissing me. He smiled and said, "You still have a hard on!" He then began to suck me off until I came in his mouth again, but this time, being the second time, I don't think I shot so hard. Then he French kissed me again quickly, said thankyou as he groped at my cock, and walked down the beach. I don't know how his cock was small again, because mine was still hard.

Dale was really interested in knowing how it felt to do it to each other at the same time as the other guy did with me, so we did it too. I sucked him at the same time that he sucked me. I told him that I didn't care if he sucked me off all the way, or if he wanted me to pull out just as I was ready to come, but if I did, I wanted him to stroke me off and keep stroking until I couldn't stand it anymore. (That is something a masseuse had done to me at a massage parlor when I asked her to stroke me off instead of going all the way {because I don't like having sex with prostitutes because I'm afraid of catching something}, and the way she did it felt so great, I almost had a heart attack.)

Dale wasn't sure if he wanted cum in his mouth either, so I promised I WOULD tell him when I was about to come. Nonetheless, I sucked HIM off until he couldn't stand it and I swallowed all of his cum when it exploded into my mouth. This made me begin to come too, so I told him and he pulled out, and jerked me off until I couldn't stand it and I came so hard, I almost had a heart attack. When we were finished, he hugged me and thanked me, and said, "Now I feel MUCH better!" I did too.

Then Dale asked me if I had ever kissed another man. I said, "NO!" I didn't want to ADMIT that I had just been kissed by another MAN. Then he laughed and said, "Neither have I, but please? Can WE do it? Just to see how it feels?" I was saying, "I don't know", when suddenly, I felt his lips on mine. He pressed them against mine and put his hands on the back of my head and held my head close to his as he was kissing me.

At first, I wanted to resist, but I couldn't. This was only the third time I had been kissed by another guy—and the second time all in the same day! Had it not been for the guy at the beach kissing me, I would have been repulsed by even the thought of Dale kissing me, but he HAD kissed me, and I DID like the way it felt, and it WAS wonderful and now, with Dale kissing me for my SECOND kiss from another GUY in the same DAY, that was wonderful too!

Now Dale's lips were pressed against mine, and my resistance had melted. It didn't take long for me to warm up to the idea of kissing him and Dale was also doing so in the same great manner in which the other guy had kissed me just hours before—almost like Dale KNEW how to kiss another guy.

I was so hot thinking about that, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Dale backed off and said, "Euuu! WHAT are you doing!?" I said, "Well, if you want to kiss, you might as well try it this way. This is the way the other guy kissed me today!" He asked, "Did he kiss you too?" and I told him that yes, he had, and then he asked, "and he kissed you THAT WAY?" and I said, "Yes, he did". So Dale kissed me again. This time, he put HIS tongue in my mouth and we French kissed. That made us horny again for each other, so we sucked each other off once again before getting dressed and walking back to the car again.

Now it was years later, and again, Dale was in my car again, we were driving past that "hiding spot", and he was asking me if I remembered what we did there. I said, "Yes. I DO remember what we did there… Why?" Then he smiled devilishly and said, "So do I". Then he asked, "Could you park the car here and could we walk down there again? Just to pay a visit there again?" I said, "No, Dale. I'm sorry, but I think I know what you are really asking, and I don't do that now. It's wrong". He said, "Come on, please? I didn't say I wanted to DO that. I just said I wanted to pay it a visit". I laughed and again said no.

When I was finished with my test drive, at my parent's house, I brought Dale in to see my parents again for the first time since his parents bought a new house somewhere else and moved away. Then after a short while, I excused myself from my parents and said that I had to go home so I could wash the grease off of me. I knew that Dale wanted to spend a while longer with me, so I asked him if he wanted to see my apartment. He was overjoyed with that, so he got in his car and followed me there.

Once we were inside my apartment, I told Dale that I didn't want to be rude, but I needed to take a shower, because I was so stinky with grease, I was driving myself crazy smelling myself, so I excused myself to go take a shower. I told Dale to make himself comfortable in my livingroom and watch TV or listen to music on my stereo.

Then I went into the bathroom to take my shower. I closed the door, but I didn't lock it. I'm not used to locking it, and didn't see why I should.

After I had removed all my clothes, and was standing naked under the showerhead, just before I turned on the water, I remembered something important. I had forgotten to get a washcloth and a towel. My towel closet was outside of the bathroom and across the hall, in a little cubbyhole between the livingroom and the bedroom, and directly across from the bathroom.