The following is a true story that I first published on Men On The Net in October 2015, so the dates are relevant to that time. I have recently discovered Nifty and have posted the six stories that I published there on here and exactly as they were. All six are true stories and I now hope to write some more.
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I felt the need to write this story after watching BBC News this morning. It was this day 28 years ago -- 16 October 1987 - that we woke to the aftermath of the Great Storm in South East England. It was also this day 28 years ago that I first had sex with a man, in fact my first sex with anybody.
I was 24 at the time and still living with my parents. I had thought I might be gay since my mid-teens, but I tried to deny it and had several girlfriends in the hope that my thoughts might go away. The girlfriends didn't last long and sex never happened. I just wasn't interested.
There was no Internet then and porn wasn't as freely available as it is now. If I bought a top-shelf magazine I found myself looking at the men rather than the women and my first copy of Gay Times was a revelation -- pictures of men in shorts and swimming trunks, stories about men having sex with men and adverts for gay pubs and clubs. This was more like it!
The nearest gay pub to me was about 15 miles away. I went twice. The first time I sat on my own with a beer for about an hour, watching couples and groups of men laughing and enjoying themselves. Nobody spoke to me and I left. The second time I noticed an older man sitting on his own and he smiled at me when I caught his eye. He didn't speak to me and I was too nervous to speak to him, but as I walked to my bus stop a car drew alongside and a voice asked "Would you like a lift somewhere?" I declined but have wondered ever since just what might have happened if I had accepted.
I couldn't get to work on 16 October 1987, the Great Storm had wreaked havoc, roads were blocked by fallen trees and there was no public transport. There was an unusual calm that morning and I felt very calm too. Something had come over me and I had a plan.
There was a small independent men's clothing shop in the town where I lived. I had bought a pair of trousers there about two weeks earlier. I went once to try them and the man who owned the shop was very nice to me. I liked it. I went back to buy the trousers and he complemented me on my body. I have always kept myself fit and healthy and at that time I was probably in the best shape I have ever been. I liked what he said to me. It was just before lunch but he said "There is no rush. I can always put the Closed sign up, lock the door and we can take our time". I knew what he was saying but that time I just paid for the trousers and left.
On the morning of 16 October 1987 I knew exactly what I wanted to do and it felt right. I went to the shop just before lunch and asked to try a pair of boxer shorts. "Yes of course" he said. "You go through to the fitting room and I will lock the front door".
I took off my trousers, leaving my shirt on, and slipped on a nice pair of tight jersey boxers. "How are you doing?" he said. "Great" I replied, "What do you think?" as I opened the curtain to let him see.
"Very nice" he said, as he took a step back to admire me. "Come here" he said.
I took a step towards him and he kissed me gently on the lips. He pulled away and smiled, looking for my reaction, and then pulled me close to him as he kissed me again. This time it was a long French kiss and my cock hardened in the tight boxers as he held me tight. That kiss was better than any I had had before and it just felt so right.
My heart was pounding as Richard unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor.
He kissed my neck and my shoulders and then back to my lips. He kissed my chest, briefly sucking my erect nipples, and slowly his tongue made its way to the waistband of my boxers.
Richard dropped to his knees, put both hands on my buttocks and pulled me close to him as he kissed my cock through the material of the boxers. He looked up at me as he pulled the boxers down and my cock sprang out.
"You are beautiful" he said as he took it into his hands and then into his mouth.
He cupped my balls in his hands as he licked and sucked my cock. He took my balls one by one into his mouth and then slowly stood up.
"That was nice, wasn't it?" Richard said. He was already taking off his shirt as he said "Would you like to do it to me?"
"Yes" I said and leaned forward to kiss him. I caressed his back and his chest with my hands and then started to lick and kiss his chest. The hairs felt strange on my tongue that first time but I was enjoying it.
I loosened Richard's belt and unzipped his trousers. I had only ever seen hard cocks in magazines and had never touched one. I hesitated slightly, but it felt good and I will never forget the smell and the taste of Richard's cock as I took it into my mouth for the first time. I sucked Richard's cock and balls, just as he had done to me. Again it felt right.
Richard stopped me after a few minutes and he stepped out of his trousers and his boxers and I did the same. We both stood naked, admiring each other, and we kissed again.
This time Richard took both our cocks in one hand and held me close with the other. We kissed as he expertly brought us both to orgasm, tongues entwined, hot breath on each other, our cocks jerking as one as our hot cum spurted across the floor of the fitting room. Richard cleaned us both and the floor using the new boxer shorts. He kissed me, smiled and said "Thank you".
Neither of us said anything else as we dressed but I felt a great sense of relief and relaxation.
"Will I see you again?" said Richard as he unlocked the door to let me out. "Yes" I said.
16 October 1987 was a Friday. I wasn't working the next day so I went back to the shop. Just before lunch. Richard locked the door behind me.
I went back several times before Richard invited me to his flat which was above the shop. He introduced me to anal sex that night. He was very gentle, there was no pressure and I enjoyed it. It was the 1980s, during the AIDS epidemic, but he didn't use a condom that night and never did for the next two years that we made love regularly. I was 24 and Richard was 61.
I guessed that Richard was seeing other men, but I never asked and he never told me. Then, one night I arrived at Richard's flat and there was a handsome, bearded man in his mid to late 40s sitting on the sofa. "This is my friend Graham" said Richard.
But that is another story ...