It was 1960, it is little hard from the prospective of all that has taken place in the ensuing 42 years to imagine just how naive everyone was at that time. Not only about sex, but life in general. I had developed a smart and snappy line, which kind of gave the appearance that I knew more than was truly there. My sum total sex experience to this point was a few half dressed necking sessions with a girlfriend back in New York, and some mutual touching with another boy when I was 15.
Now I am in California, 18 years old and dumb. Had a hard time adjusting to California as the drinking age was 21 rather than the 18 of New York. The group that I hung around with was painfully underage both in appearance and fact. Had no clue at this point of my sexual orientation.
It was a week night a group of us were sitting at the Club our local hangout, chattering about inane things that only teenagers can take seriuosly. Trying to look sophisticated while sipping on coffee or sodas. Then we were joined by an older man, say 25 26 years old. Had seen him around generally with a good looking older woman, maybe 22 or so. He did the one thing that would endear him to all of us, and bought us beer. So we sat and we talked and we drank some beer and got a little silly. Until finally only he and I were left. Must point out that there was no sexual attraction in my mind to the man, just in aware that someone of his age and experience would sit and listen to us and me in particular.
Then he offered me a ride back to my place. In retrospect this was kind of a clue, since it was just about a block and a half to my place. He drove a Jaguar Sedan, pretty impressive to 1960.
We drove to the parking lot in front of my living area, and continued to talk. The conversation went on for about a half hour, and then there was that lull that sometimes happens between strangers when there was nothing to say. He quietly reached down and unzipped his trousers, untangled his penis from his shorts and pulled it out. Then, without a word, or a by your leave he gently put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed my face down into his crotch. To this day I do not know what he saw in me that made him know he could do that, but he did. I took his cock in my mouth like a hungry baby to his mother tit, and begin to suck as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
I remembering thinking will have to brush my teeth very well when this is over. There I am in the front seat of Jaquar with a cock in my mouth sucking like crazy. The only disappointment was that he did not come in my mouth. He pulled out and pushed me in to the back seat face down. The then lower my trousers and commenced to make love to me anally. Now am face down on the back seat with a cock in my ass being fucked, it was an odd mixture of sensations. He continued until he finally came, we zipped up and left each other.
Only saw him once briefly after that. Was and am deeply in the closet. Did not know how to handle the whole affair. It was not until a couple of years later that I learned that there were many more like me.
As to the older fellow, he was caught by the police a couple of months after that with another young man in his front seat. The young man said later on he was just trying to get his dick sucked, but I know better. This guy was not about to suck that young mans dick, the young man had the dick up the ass when they were caught. The older guy made his bail, and ran, probably still running.
Subsequently, cannot look at a Jaguar without thinking of this occurance. Have learned that this was not about sex but about domination and control. It could have been a guy, or a girl. Each would have received the same treatment from the man. He was older had authority and used it. Probably the reason I sucked him off was the fear of what he could do to me in my job. Then also have to admit that over the years have queered out quite a few times late at night with a few drinks, 69 is a lot of fun. Guy or girl it doesn't matter, I am in control.
I hereby relinquish all rights to this story.
"Red" Brown