The same disclaimers / restrictions as the previous chapter apply, kiddies. This is a mostly true story that details my sexual relationship with the first male lover I ever had. To Chuck, if you're out there reading this, thanks. Still working at the Nordic? ==================================================================== In the previous story, I told you how Chuck propositioned me while we were riding a bus together. I described how he sucked my cock in a men's room that day and how I later had the crap beaten out of me by my old man when he overheard me on the phone to him.
Fast-forward now a couple of years. I've since joined the Navy and have come home on leave. I'm staying with my folks because my dad claims to have quit the booze and mellowed out. He seemed to be more of a human being. He loaned me his car to get around town and is being pretty decent about everything. Anyway, I was in town, trying to look up some old friends. I'd broken up with my girl friend because she wanted to get married then and there. I wasn't ready for marriage at that point and we decided not to see each other for a time. So, I was pretty horny since, based on the letters she wrote, I'd been expecting a warm reception. Ah well, there's always Madam Palm and her five daughters. I decide to look up an old buddy of mine who was always good to go for a couple of beers. I'd heard from someone that he lived in an apartment house so I drove over to see if I could find him. When I got to the lobby, I found his name on the register. Just glancing down, I also saw another familiar name, Chucks! It had to be the same guy, his last name was very distinctive. My hand wavered between the two buzzers. Finally, I pressed Chuck's buxxer. After a brief pause, I heard, "Hello?" I took a deep breath, "Chuck, it's Mark. I don't know if you remember me but
we shared a bus ride once that ended up at the old Exon station..." "Of course I remember you. Come on up!" I took the stairs two at a time and found Chuck's room. I knocked and was told to come on in. Chuck sat there in his underwear, smoking a joint. When I came in, he patted the sofa next to where he was sitting so I sat next to him. We sat there for a while, sharing the joint and catching up on things. He knew I'd been beaten up by my old man and felt really bad about it. I told him he could make up for it by making love with me. He responded by kissing me. He was still the best kisser I'd ever known. He could practically make me cum just by kissing me. I know he sure got me hard in a hurry. I reached inside his briefs and pulled out his hard cock and began stroking it. Up until this moment, I hadn't touched another guys naked cock before. Since going in the Navy, I'd gone to a couple of peep-show places with glory holes. I'd stuck my cock through the holes and gotten sucked off by an anonymous mouth but had not returned the favor. I told Chuck that I was still a virgin when it came to guys and that I wanted to do everything with him. He grinned and looked at the clock. "I've got to leave for work in less than an hour, but we can still have fun. I've got to take a bath before we mess around, though. Why don't you get naked so you can wash my back for me? Quickly, I shucked off my clothes and followed Chuck into the bathroom. While he ran the tub, we kissed and rubbed our cocks together. We stood very close and Chuck held them both in one hand and stroked us together as our tongues danced. He got in the tub then and lathered up a washcloth. I stood next to the tub as he cleaned and rinsed my cock and balls. Then he had me lean closer so he could suck my while he washed himself. Quickly, he got out of the tub and dried himself off. We went into his bedroom and laid down on his bed. I told him I wanted to "do" him first. He laid back and smiled at me. Again, I kissed his sweet lips. I sucked on his tongue and kissed and nibbled on his neck. I moved down to his nipples and kissed and bit those as well. I made my way down to his groin, by-passing his cock for the moment to kiss and lick his balls. I sucked on them which he seemed to enjoy. Finally, I started kissing the base of his cock, kissing and licking my way up the side to the head. I took the head in my mouth and ran my tongue all over it. Chuck moaned. I went down on him, wanting to give him the best blowjob I could. I made love to his cock with my mouth, pumping him, licking him, sucking him. He soon warned me that he was going to shoot. I took my mouth off his cock and rapidly stroked it, rubbing his balls at the same time. He came quite a bit, spraying my chest and his with the cum. The washcloth took care of the mess, though. With that, he had me lie down. I knew what I was in store for and I was leaking pre-cum in anticipation. Once again, his mouth engulfed me. Again, he deep-throated me seemingly without effort. Again, he brought me to the edge 2 or 3 times only to pinch the base of my cock to keep me from going over. Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer. I warned him that I was about to explode. He pulled my cock out of his mouth and pumped me quickly. All it took were a couple strokes before I was shooting cum high into the air. Chuck handed me the washcloth to clean up. "I wish we could go again, but I've got to get to work. Come by again tomorrow and we can have some more fun!" We dressed quickly and kissed and left his apartment.
I didn't go back to Chuck's the next day. Another friend roused me out of bed and monopolized my time. Each day of my leave, I'd planned to get together with him but something got in my way. On the last day, I drove by his apartment but he wasn't there. I left a letter in his mailbox telling him I'd try to catch him next time I was in town.
A couple years later, I returned to my home town on leave again. I went to Chuck's old apartment but he wasn't living there. I wouldn't see him again for a number of years...
When I next saw Chuck, I was engaged to be married. I hadn't fooled around with a guy for quite a while but Chuck ignited all the old feelings. I actually went over to his apartment with him, trying to decide if I would sleep with him that night. In the end, I'd had a little too much to drink earlier in the evening and had to settle for a long kiss goodnight. That was at least 15 years ago and I haven't seem him since. I'm still married but now embrace my bi-sexuality. However, I'm a diabetic and impotent. That has slowed me down somewhat in some areas of love-making but not in others. I'd love to see Chuck again. If you read this, Chuck, send me some mail!