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Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think......Many many years ago when I was young and innocent (yes I know that's difficult to believe now!) I thought I'd never get laid. As a nineteen year-old office junior in an era when hardly anyone was out I had a vague idea that there were other people 'like me', but no idea how to find them.
Two nervous trips to the newsagents opposite the station looking up at Gay Times on the top shelf yielded nothing - I was too nervous to take it down let alone buy it.
On the third attempt a handsome man in a suit, thirtyish, observed my hesitancy and could see exactly what I wanted. He nonchalantly strode up to the display rack, reached up and picked up a copy of Gay Times. He paid for it and handed it to me on his way out with a conspiratorial wink.
Oh my good Samaritan. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
I saw from the listings there was a gay pub in my modest town (I'd heard rumours but had no idea if they were true or where the pub was.) It took two months to work up the courage to pay a visit to 'The Crown' - on the other side of the town centre beyond the bus station on the edge of an industrial estate by the canal - not an area I knew well.
After standing nervously watching, I walked past. I couldn't summon up the courage to cross the threshold. It's just a pub I kept telling myself; in reality I knew it could be the gateway to a whole new life.
After a few minutes plucking up courage I made my second approach. This time the bouncer - a stocky, hairy bearded Asian of average height - gave me words of encouragement: "Come on in, they won't bite"
I flashed a quick smile of gratitude at the bouncer, and strode in before I could have second thoughts. I took in my new surroundings. The pub decor looked a bit tatty: maroon walls, with posters advertising drag nights, and 'tom of finland' prints randomly distributed around the room. A spangly jockstrap displayed like a trophy hung over the bar.
It was a quiet Wednesday night. I sat in the corner with my pint, too scared to speak to anyone. A couple of guys came over but I didn't fancy them and moved away. My courage was evaporating fast.
I drained my glass, thinking I won't be coming back for the beer, and left disappointed and alone.
As I slinked away defeated, the bouncer, Baljit according to the name on his security accreditation, looked at me and smiled - "It'll get better ... let me show you something."
He took my hand led me round back of the next door factory, to a dark alley.
He pushed me against the wall, I was afraid that I was about to be robbed.
He kissed me. First gently on the lips, and then with his hand on the back of my neck he forced his tongue between my lips. I had entered a new universe, my head spun dizzily as I tried to copy the bouncer's moves.
Needless to say I was rockhard, and I felt the back of a hand brush against my straining bulge. My hand started fumbling for Baljit's cock bulge. He lowered his zipper and guided my hand inside his flys.
Nirvana - my first feel of another man's cock. I absorbed the experience, marvelling at its thickness, how warm it was and how rock solid it was to touch. I nearly came in my pants. With a clank that echoed round the empty alleyway he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop to the floor. He pulled down his pants and his cock bounced up on release. In the gloomy shadows I could see his cock, proudly erect, brown with a pinkish tip.
I just wanted to play with it all night. My fingers encircled his shaft and I gently wanked him, all the while we were still kissing. I explored further cupping his balls in the palm of my hand and squeezing firmly. I was aware of Baljit fumbling with the buttons on my jeans.
Soon my cock was free. Dripping with pre-cum and ready to explode at the merest touch it felt bigger and harder than ever.
I wanted Baljit to suck my cock, but I knew I would come the second his lips touched it. Was I expected to suck him? I didn't know. I began to suspect I was out of my depth.
"Relax, and enjoy the moment" whispered Baljit reassuringly.
"Now I want you to fuck me", his next sentence was completely unexpected.
He gave me a rubber and some lube and guidance on how to use them as I'd never rubbered up before.
He applied some lube to his own ass and faced the wall, his chunky rear poking out inviting me to enter. I stood behind him, pausing to marvel at how quickly my life had changed in the last five minutes. I lined up my eager ramrod, and gently pushed against Baljit's hole. The surprise was how easily it slipped in. With hindsight I realise my bouncer buddy must have taken advantage of his position many times before. Baljit's ass muscles flexed drawing me deeper inside him. I paused to revel in the sensation, I wanted to record every micro detail as I knew it wouldn't last long.
My mentor began rocking his hips. I made a couple of tentative thrusts, then a couple more, I picked up the rhythm and a few seconds later my body shaked and shuddered like never before as the largest load of teenage spunk filled my rubber. Mixed emotions swirled round. I knew I would be eternally grateful to this kind gentle but physically imposing guy who had guided me into manhood. But I felt embarrassed to be standing outdoors with my trousers round my ankles and cum dripping from my cock.
We quickly dressed and I made my way home grinning like a maniac. There I lay on my bed grasped my cock and relived the evening's events over and over again, spilling much seed in the process.
I began making regular visits to the pub. More relaxed I began to feel at home, and the bouncer always had a smile for me.
Several weeks later, I bumped into my good samaritan from the newsagents. I had a lot to thank him for, and due to Baljit's guidance I now had pretty good idea of how to show my appreciation.
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