This is not just another regular story. It's a story about the way I am and how I found out I'm gay. I had been with girls and enjoyed it, but when I jerk off I think only of guys. I used to jerk off to gay movies, pictures of transvestites and thoughts of sleek, smooth hunks. This is my confession. At some point I decided to do something about it. To put it bluntly, I decided I wanted to give another guy a blow job. I placed notices in alot of Internet forums (maybe some of you saw them), but none of the answers I got were serious, until….
One day I received an e-mail with a photograph from a guy called Sean, who seemed serious and looked cute. I decided he would be the right person for my first experience. I told him I'm young - really young (I'm 18) - and he, a guy of 31, understood and agreed to everything I asked. We arranged that on Sunday he would pick me up in his car from the train station at 10.30 at night and from there we would go to his apartment. He also promised that this would be a one-time meeting, only for a blow job, and that we would be doing it on a big mattress with plenty of room. So I found myself getting off the train at 10.20 that Sunday evening, waiting for a guy I didn't know and had never seen, waiting for him to come and pick me up and introduce me to a world I had never experienced. So many thoughts went through my head during the 10 minutes I stood there waiting. I kept thinking, "What the hell am I doing here, I'm not even gay! And he's much older and experienced and strong. He could even rape me (though I confess that thought turned me on). But I didn't have to wait there long, alone with my thoughts and my curiosity. At exactly 10.30 I saw his car, just as he had described it.
Inside the car was a man who didn't look anything like 31 years old, more like 40. He asked if I was the kid who was waiting for him and I said yes and got into the car. He drove west, concentrating on the road, and I did nothing but examine him all the way. As I said, he looked around 40, strong and well built, with graying hair. Not exactly the man of my dreams and fantasies, but hell, I was already here and I might as well carry on and get it over with.
After driving for half an hour I began to realize that something was wrong. He had told me his apartment was only five minutes drive from the train station and we had already been on the road half an hour. I started to ask where he was headed, what was going on, when suddenly he took a sharp right turn into a dark, almost deserted public parking lot.
Locking the car doors, he turned to me and said, "Get to work, girlie!" I was in shock. I tried to open the door and get out but it was locked. I turned back to him and looked straight into his blue eyes (actually quite innocent looking eyes), and before I could say a word he grabbed my head and pushed it down into his lap. His zipper was already open and I had no choice but to help him get his pants off. I found myself looking at his hairy cock (also not exactly what I had fantasized about). It was long, thick and dark brown. I started licking. His hand was hurting me, pressing down on my head, and I realized that I didn't stand a chance against this muscly guy, so for the first time in my life I really started to suck. His prick in my mouth - I couldn't believe this was happening.
I sucked wildly, my head moving up and down in rhythm with his hand as he held me. Fucking with my mouth was hard and I moved my tongue hard every time my head went down just so that he would finish sooner and I would be able to get away from there. He liked the idea of a young kid giving him a blow job. And I carried on and on, sucking and sucking. Suddenly I felt something inside my pants as Sean pushed his hand down onto me and started rubbing me. I tried to sit up and tell him that anal sex wasn't part of our deal, but by then he was carried away and kept pushing my head down between his legs. I carried on. Now that he had a hard-on I started to enjoy it a little. Sean groaned like a madman, then suddenly, with a whoosh, a hot spray shot straight into my throat. He kept his cock inside my mouth and I could hardly breathe with that eight inch tool filling my whole mouth and throat.
It was the first time in my life I had tasted it and I felt good. He still had a hard-on. I moved back to sit next to him and stretched out. Sean turned towards me and said, "Thanks, girlie. You're cute." Then he started up the car and drove me back to the train station and I never saw him or heard from him again. But from that day on I knew for sure that I was gay and since then I've had a steady partner. We live together now, but I'll tell you about him some other time.