I had just turned 18 one month before. I worked the whole summer throwing hay so I was pretty fit with long curly red hair. As far as I knew I was perfectly straight. I jerked off several times a day to relieve the tension that always seemed to be building in my balls.
My sister had offered to sell me her old car, cheap. She lived in a large city in upstate New York, about 200 miles away. I took the bus to her house and planned on staying for a day and then heading back with my new car.
My sister left for work early in the morning and I had a whole day to myself in a real city. After hanging about in her apartment watching TV for most of the morning I decided to head out and see what the streets had to offer.
I turned in the direction of downtown and started walking. It was a hot day and I quickly became drenched in sweat. After about 8 blocks I came to an adult bookstore. I nervously went into the air-conditioned interior and began to look around. I had never seen anything like this before. I was looking at the straight porn and of course immediately sprang an erection (even then I was over 7 inches).
This dude started to follow me around and lick his lips. Being an 18-year-old virgin I hightailed it out to of the store. I continued walking down the street, which would have been fine except I had this problem in my pants, a very obvious, hard cock that just wasn't going to deflate anytime soon.
I soon came to a traffic triangle in the middle of the city's downtown. It was noon and people were rushing by in all directions. Feeling too obvious, I stopped and readjusted myself so my cock was pointing straight up, which meant the tip was above my waist under my shirt.
I headed for a crosswalk and started to cross. Suddenly this guy was walking next to me. He was about my height, mid thirties, with curly brown hair, and a mustache. He said hi. I said hi back and then he slowed down and asked if I had ever been to Ralph's. I told him I had never heard of the place.
He explained that it was a men's bar and asked what I thought of that. I was a little clueless and said, "I don't know it might be fun." I was thinking I might get a free drink or something. As we walked along, he was explaining that he was an artist. He sort of sidled in front of me and surreptitiously rubbed his hand on my dick head through my shirt. I almost came right there.
He offered to help me with my problem. I don't know why, but I said okay. He led me down an alley and across several more streets. We came to an unmarked door with stairs inside. As I climbed up the stairs to the second floor with my bulging crotch leading the way he followed behind and rubbed my butt. I was so nervous I was speechless.
There was a blonde, shirtless guy at what looked like a ticket booth at the top of the stairs. My friend stepped up to the window and paid for a room and we were given two towels. We walked down a hallway past a group of guys in towels to our room.
Once inside, with the door closed, my "friend" turned to me and gave me a long slow deep kiss. I could not believe what it felt like to kiss someone with a moustache. It was so much hotter than any of the girls I had kissed and felt up in high school. I think I was hooked right then and there. His hands were rubbing me everywhere.
He soon had my pants open and began running his tongue around inside my foreskin, slurping up and down my shaft and sucking on my balls. I started to shake and he stopped. "Don't come yet," he said. "Lets make this last."
He rose up and put my hands on his cock through his jeans. It felt so hot and hard. He groaned when I gave it a squeeze. He reached for my shirt and quickly pulled it over my head. I undid the buttons on his shirt shakily as he dove into my left armpit and began to slurp. I leaned into him for balance, as he continued moving across to nip and service my nipples. I was on another planet.
I began to fall over and he skillfully guided me onto the narrow leather bed. He quickly removed my pants and his and lay down with his head to my crotch. "Your red pubes are so hot", he said as he maneuvered his dick onto my lips.
I was heading for outer space as he deep throated me. I opened my mouth in a groan and his cock slipped in. I soon was slurping and choking along trying to duplicate what he was doing to me. He began to rub his finger along my perineum, squeezing my balls on each pass.
Then it hit, I spit his cock out of my mouth and screamed as I shot wad after wad down his throat. I was shaking like a leaf and could not move for several minutes. When I finally did recover I tried to help him out as well. I must have been pretty bad because he soon drew me up into his arms on the bed for some more kissing as he quickly finished himself off.
I remember feeling his body spasm and twitch as he came in my arms kissing me the whole while. What a turn on and what a wonderful lover he was. There is still nothing sexier to me than to kiss a man with a moustache.
It was almost ten years later that I figured out that that "place" we went to was a bathhouse.
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