A Virgin At 51 By Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com
Warning: This story contains graphic sex between a man 51 and a young 19 year-old. If you are underage, or this type of gay story offends you, find something else.
This story depicts unprotected gay sex. That is not real life, if you want to live to old age. This story is fiction, and no one in it can catch anything, unless I, the author that made them up, want them to. Then, no amount of protection could keep them safe. You, on the other hand, are not fiction.
Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental.
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---------------------------------------------------------------------- A Virgin At 51
He must have been 5 or 6 years-old, the very first time I remember seeing him. I was coming home from work, and I made the turn onto my street. There was a moving van at the corner house that had been vacant for about 4 months. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him speeding down the driveway on his bike. I hit the brakes; my tires squealed as I came to a sudden stop. I hadn't been going fast, and he hit the street, just as I stopped. He had better control of his bike than I had thought. He stopped before getting in the path of the car, and sit grinning at me, as his mother ran after him.
I wouldn't have hit him, but my heart beat a little fast, as I dove the three houses to my own drive. I parked, and as I got out, he was standing on the lawn of his new home, waving at me. I waved back, before entering my house.
His house seemed to become the magnet for all the kids in the neighborhood. When he was about 8, it was balls rolling into the street, that I had to watch for. He would always wave, anytime I passed his house, and he was outside.
I guess it was when he was 10 years-old, that I learned for the first time, that his name was Billy. If I was working outside, he would come over and visit a few minutes. He was just a normal 10 year-old boy. Maybe a little friendlier then most, but just a little boy, full of life.
About that time, he asked me why I live alone. I explained that I had never found anyone that I could love enough to live with, and that no one could put up with me. He just nodded his head, and accepted my explanation. He gave me a hug, and told me he didn't think I was hard to live with. I hugged him back.
When he was 13, Billy started cutting grass, for extra pocket money. He had 5 yards in the neighborhood that he took care of, including mine. It was while he was cutting my grass, that he came into my house for the first time. He came in to use the bathroom. I showed him where it was, and as we were headed down the hallway, his penis was suddenly in his hand. He had almost waited too long, and had to hold it pinched closed. He rushed to the toilet, and sighed as he let go.
I tried not to watch him, but I couldn't help myself. Billy was so wrapped up in the relief of emptying, that he didn't even notice I was there.
Yeah, I'm gay. I've know it for as long as I can remember. I've never been attracted to girls or women. Just guys. I've never done anything about it, and I'm still a virgin. I don't know exactly why, but I have never been able to force myself to have sex. I think it's because the idea of just sex, doesn't do anything for me. I want to be loved. The idea of having someone's cum inside me is gross.
There are a few older guys that I exchange e-mail with, but they are mostly married, and just looking for sex. No one seems to want romance. To me, the sex without the romance is meaningless. I gave up trying to find love, years ago. Everyone I ever met, wanted to first have sex, then see if we might like each other. I couldn't do it. It wasn't long, before the phone stopped ringing. Now, at 51 years-of-age, I no longer expected it. I'm content, just living alone, and jacking-off, when I have the need.
Billy finished and after shaking it, tucked his plump 3 inch penis back into his pants and zipped up. He smiled at me saying, "Man, I needed that. I thought I was going to pop." He flushed the toilet; rinsed and dried his hands, and started out the bathroom.
I offered him a soda, and we sat in the livingroom. As we visited, and drank our pops, Billy noticed my computer, and asked if I would let him check it out, someday. I asked if he had one, and he told me his folks didn't see the need for one. I told him he could check out mine whenever he wanted.
Billy finished his pop, and said he should get the yard finished. He went back outside, and the house seemed a little empty. I booted my computer, and hid anything Billy shouldn't see. Ok, I like to look at pictures of young men sucking and fucking. My wallpaper is two smooth, young, guys fucking.
It was a few weeks later, that Billy came by one afternoon, wanting to play with the computer. I showed him how to boot it, and how to launch the programs. I got him a Coke, and then just kind of left him alone. Billy is real smart, and it didn't take him long to figure out how to get on the internet. I have unlimited use, so I didn't mind. He spent about 3 hours, before he shut it off, and told me he had to leave. He gave me a quick hug, as he told me thanks. Yeah, even at 13, Billy still gave hugs, and yes, I liked it.
Billy started dropping by once or twice a week. He would play on the computer a while, then often, we would sit and talk. The talk could be about anything; just what ever was on Billy's mind.
Once Billy started high school, he would sometimes come over at night, to look something up for one of his classes. It was when he was 15, that his talks turned more and more to sex. One night, just out of the blue, he asked me,
"Dave, are you gay? I wouldn't ask, but I think I may be, and I need some advice. I've thought for a long time you are, because, of some stuff I found on your computer a few years ago."
I didn't know what to say. I was very embarrassed, to say the least. I decided to just tell him the truth.
"Yes, Billy, I'm gay. I've known it for as long as I can remember. When I was just a little kid, I remember knowing I liked boys and men better then I liked girls or women. But, I'm not the one to give you advice. I have never had sex with anyone. I'm a virgin, Billy."
"NEVER?" he exclaimed!
"No, Billy, never." I replied.
"Don't you ever get horny?" he asked.
"Of course I do." I responded.
"What do you do?" he wanted to know.
I just turned the question back on him by asking, "What do you do? I probably do the same."
He grinned real big. "I take my dog for a walk a couple of times a day." he told me with a bashful grin.
"Well, I have heard it called a lot of things, just never that. But, yes, I go lift a car too."
Billy just grinned. The conversation soon changed directions, and after a while, Billy got up and went home. Yeah, I had to go jack up a car.
Over the next year or so, Billy told me about his desires and frustrations. He learned how I felt about things. I knew when he had a crush on a guy. He was telling me about his first blow-job 30 minutes after it happened. I knew the night he first got fucked. It tore me up inside to know, but it would have ripped my gut out, if he hadn't told me. I was jealous of those boys having sex with my Billy. I knew when he fell in love, the year he was 17.
I could tell that the boy Billy loved, was a shallow, selfish, young man. I tried to be nice to him, when Billy would bring him over, but it was hard. I tried to warn Billy, but how can you tell someone that they are a fool for loving a person? I was afraid if I said too much, I would lose Billy. I couldn't have stood that. Billy brought the light into my life. I couldn't stand going a day without seeing him. I would see the way his boyfriend would treat my Billy, and Billy would just give me an apologetic smile that said, "please don't say anything". I wanted to throw the kid out.
It lasted almost three months, before Billy caught the punk with another guy. He cried on my shoulder for hours, before going back over to his boyfriends and forgiving him. It lasted two more months, before the guy told Billy he had found someone new. My shoulder was there as Billy cried out his hurt.
Billy graduated high school, and started at the university last fall. It is only a 20 minute drive, so he still lives at home. I still get to see him several times a week.
It was almost Christmas, when Billy came over one evening. He was mad, and hurt. He plopped down on the couch, and glanced over at me. I could tell he was about ready to cry.
"Why does love have to be so hard to find?" he asked me.
"I don't know, Billy. I've been asking that same question for almost 50 years."
"Everyone just seems to want as much sex with as many different guys, as they can get." he informed me.
"Well, I guess things haven't changed that much since I was your age." I told him. "Billy, there is someone out there for you. Just don't give up looking, like I did. Don't become a lonely old man like me. At least, you won't have to admit to being a 51 year-old virgin."
"Thanks, Dave. You always know how to make me feel better. I'm willing to change that virgin part for you." He told me.
"Billy, you know I love you, but you don't love me that way. It wouldn't be any good for either of us, and I don't want to lose your friendship. Thank you though."
Billy sit and visited for a while longer, as he told me about how his courses were going. He told me just before he left, that he had broken up with his boyfriend of two weeks. He hugged me, and gave me a kiss on the cheek as he was leaving.
After he left, I started wondering, "should I have taken him up on his offer? I love him. Does it matter if he doesn't love me the same way? I know he loves me, but as a best friend, not as a lover. Does that matter? I've never admitted it to Billy, but I've jacked- off many a time while thinking about him. Just because we might have sex, doesn't mean I would lose him as a friend. I don't know. I just can't take the chance of losing him."
Billy stopped by Christmas Eve. He couldn't stay long, he was on his way to a party. He brought me my Christmas present, and I handed him his. We opened them at the same time, and we each had to check that we had the right package. We had each gotten the other a new watch, and they were identical. We had to laugh, as we hugged and kissed each other's cheek.
New Years Eve came, and Billy stopped by on his way to a party. It was still early, so he stayed and got comfortable. We talked and just had a good time. I was really enjoying his being there. I spend most holidays alone. 10:00 came, and he was still there. 11:00, and I reminded him about the party. Not because I wanted him to leave, but I didn't want him to miss being with his friends.
"I would rather be here with you, if you don't mind." he told me.
"Billy, you know I want you here all the time." I responded.
"It dawned on me last week. I've been looking in all the wrong places, trying to find love. Ever since I can remember, this is where I have felt at peace. This is where I come when I need to be comforted. This is where I feel loved. This is where I can be myself. I love you Dave. I know you love me too. I just need to know it you love me as a man. Can you love me as your lover?"
I didn't know what to say. Here in front of me was everything I have wanted all my life. A hot sexy lover. Someone to love. A person to care for. My Billy. I'm too old for him. I'm 51 years- old. He's 19. He can't really want an old man like me. He will only be 39, when I'm 71. Still a young man. He's moving towards me. He's taking my hand, as he kneels in front of me.
"Dave?"
"Yes, Billy. I have loved you and wanted you since you were 13. You don't know how much I wanted to be those other guys you were with. Please, make love to me. Even if it's only for this one night."
"Shut up and kiss me, Dave."
I was trembling as Billy wrapped his arms around me. His lips were tenderly pressing against my own. His tongue was parting my lips, and entering my mouth. I was sure I was going to faint, with the feelings running through me.
I finally woke up, and started searching Billy's mouth with my tongue. Two hours ago, I would have told you that having my tongue in someone else's mouth was gross. It was the most beautiful and natural thing in the world. This is MY Billy I am kissing. Nothing about my Billy is gross. Billy broke our kiss, after what seemed like just a few seconds. I glanced at the clock. It was 25 minutes until midnight, we had been kissing for almost 30 minutes. Billy led the way to my bedroom.
We entered my bedroom, and I felt I was in a strange place. Billy started unbuttoning my shirt. All I could do, was to just stand there and tremble. I couldn't think of anything, except that what I had dreamed of for so long, was about to happen. In just a few minutes, I would no longer be a virgin. Billy, my love, would teach me. Billy would show me how to make love. Billy loves me.
He gently shoved me, and I sit on the edge of the bed. I was suddenly aware, that my pants and underwear were around my ankles. My dick was so hard, it ached. Billy untied my shoes, and slipped them off. My socks were neatly folded, and laid on top of my shoes.
As Billy slipped off my pants and underwear, my mind saw my love as he was when he was 6, standing in his yard, as he grinned and waved to me. I remembered how his cock had looked, the one time I saw it, when he was 13. I remembered how I felt, as he told me about his first blow-job. I remembered how I longed for it to have been me, giving it to him. I remembered the hurt and pain, as he told me how he had been fucked. Well, now he is mine. Maybe just for this one night, but he is mine. I will have this time, to last me the rest of my life.
Billy pushed me, and I lay flat on the bed. His mouth found mine, as he gave me a deep kiss. His kisses traveled lower, as he kissed my neck. His mouth found my nipple, and what he was doing to my body, was almost enough to make me cum. He must have known what he was doing to me. His mouth was suddenly around my hard dick. He sucked once or twice, and I started screaming, as I was shooting my cum into his wonderful mouth. I never knew a climax could feel like that. I felt as if I was falling off the edge of the world. I wasn't scared. My Billy was holding me. My lover would take care of me.
I don't know how long it took for me to recover. When I came back to earth, Billy was still gently sucking on my hard dick. I pulled him up to me, so I could kiss that extraordinary mouth. I could fell his hard dick pushing against his pants, as he lay on top of me. His mouth had a strange taste. It was bitter-sweet, and salty. There was a hint of bleach in the taste of his mouth. I knew that it was me, that I was tasting.
I started working his shirt and pants off of him, keeping as much body contact as I could. He kicked off his shoes, and I rolled him over onto the bed. I stripped off his socks and yanked off his pants and underwear. His large cock sprang up at me.
I didn't even think. Just like a little kid, I went straight for my cookies. The dark pinkish-brown skin of my lover's nut sac was begging to be licked. My tongue was lapping at his nuts, as he moaned and squirmed. The fat head of his dick was in my mouth. I might not have known what I was doing, but I have read and dreamed enough to know not to scrape him with my teeth. I sucked and licked the dark purple head of his dick. It wasn't dirty. It was my Billy. He soon groaned and pushed up. My mouth was being flooded with his juice. I hungrily swallowed. It wasn't gross, it was the sweet taste of my Billy.
I crawled up beside him, and wrapped him in a hug, as he lay recovering. Gentle kisses to his neck, his cheek, and his lips. He soon recovered enough to return kiss for kiss.
It seemed like I had been hard all my life, when Billy asked me if I wanted to fuck him. There was nothing I wanted more in this world, than to make love to him.
He went to the bathroom, and came back with a small jar of Vaseline. He touched my throbbing cock, and it jumped as he applied the grease to me. He then lay on his side, as he forced some up and around his most private spot. I wanted to do it. I took the jar from him, and with all the love in my heart, worked it inside my young man, my finger going as deep into him as I could.
Billy rolled onto his back, and lifted his legs to his chest. His spot was inviting me to enter him. I lined my dick up with his lovely opening, and gently and with all the love in my heart, I slowly pushed in.
I have never had feelings as I was having with Billy. There was a buzz inside my head. My whole body was tingly, and I was so light headed, I was positive I would faint. He was so soft, so warm. So right. As the head of my cock pushed past Billy's prostate, he groaned, and I couldn't take any more. My nuts were emptying into my love. I screamed as I clutched Billy; I shoved as deep as I could into him.
I rested inside Billy, and I still had not gone soft. Billy was humping his butt against me, so I started fucking into him. We worked about 15 or 20 minutes, before Billy's muscles tightened around my dick. He called my name, as he emptied his cum onto his stomach. Once agin I climaxed into my lover.
I withdrew from Billy, and fell to his side. I was so tired. More so then ever before in my life, but at the same time, I felt better then ever before. I was happy and contented in my love for Billy. We wrapped each other in our arms, and drifted off to sleep.
It was morning when we awoke. Billy was still beside me in my bed. I kissed him, and as he rolled over his hard-on was poking my thigh. I told him that I needed to have him inside me.
I know he loves me. I could tell from the way he prepared me to receive his cock. I raised my legs, just as Billy had done for me last night. He told me to relax, and push out, as he started into me. He felt big, but the feel of him inside me was wonderful. The way he would hit my prostate. The feel of his fat dick, as it massaged me. How do I describe it? I can't. When I felt the wetness as he splashed his cum into me, my heart filled with so much love for him, that I didn't even know when I came. I wasn't aware of it, until Billy was cleaning me with his tongue.
I don't know how long we lay there just hugging and kissing. We finally forced ourselves up, and took a shower. A cold breakfast with orange juice and coffee. Then he left. Oh, he will be back before long. He just went to get his things. He'll be home soon.
The End
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