Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2010 01:24:33 EDT
From: L
Subject: DARK GREEN SOFA

This is a true story which I have never related to anyone
except only partially to an old girlfriend. I have changed
the names of the people but otherwise it is a pretty
accurate account of what happened. I can remember the
details like it was yesterday because over the years I have
replayed this in my mind over and over and over again.

The summer that I was 15 my mom and dad and my 8 year old
sister and I lived in a suburb of Chicago.  My dad was a
civilian contractor for the military and we tended to move
every few years with his job requirements.

A few doors down from the house we rented was a widow named
Mrs. Blake who owned a small apartment building about half a
mile away.  To make some spending money I used to do odd
jobs for her after school and in the summer.  She called one
day to ask if I could help clean out one of her apartments
that a hastily departing tenant had left in quite a mess. A
day or two later I rode my bike over to the apartment house
and she and I started in cleaning the place.  She was
working in the kitchen and I was hauling stuff out of the
bedroom.  When I got to the bedroom closet there were a lot
of old newspapers and magazines on the closet floor.

As I began to gather them up I noticed a color magazine
entitled "Hot Rods" that, to my astonishment, featured a
front cover picture of two naked guys holding each other's
hard dicks.  Even though I had heard about "queers" before,
I had never seen anything like it and started to turn the
pages when Mrs. Blake called out from the kitchen for some
help with moving something.  I quickly hid the magazine back
into the closet and, after helping her, returned to the
bedroom and took a stack of stuff (including the magazine)
down the stairs where there were a lot of garbage cans.  I
put the magazine in the saddlebag of my bicycle and went
back to the apartment where I looked carefully at the
remaining stuff in the closet and bedroom to see if there
might be anything else like "Hot Rods" before throwing
things out.  There wasn't.  I could hardly wait for us to
finish getting the whole apartment cleaned out so I could go
home and investigate my newly found treasure.

Peddling as fast as I could I got home only to have my mom
make me go to the grocery store with her and my sister to
help with carrying in the groceries.  I did manage to get up
to my room and put the magazine into a small army briefcase
that I had once bought at a used goods store.  The briefcase
locked and I kept various personal stuff in it including a
calendar that had pictures of naked girls on it and an old
Playboy. I used to jack off to those pictures and wonder
what it might be like to actually fuck a girl. My sexual
experience at that time was limited to making out with a
visiting cousin of one of my best friends. She let me put my
hand on her tits but when I tried to move down to her legs
she rather quickly let me know that I wasn't going to go any
further.  I had inadvertently seen my little sister naked
before so I pretty much knew what the physical setup was but
other than that I was quite naive.

That evening I went up to my room and finally got to see the
magazine.  It basically portrayed a mutual seduction story
of two guys who must have been perhaps 19 or 20.  One had
dark hair and the other kind of light brown hair.  The story
started out with them seated at a table and then gradually
getting closer and then kissing (which very much turned me
off).  As I turned the pages the action proceeded to holding
each other's dicks, to sucking cock, to 69ing, and
eventually to one guy fucking the other one in the ass.  I
couldn't believe what I was looking at. I was repulsed and
somehow attracted at the same time.  I guess the repulsion
was based on my never having had any "queer" thoughts before
and the attraction was that it was just so incredibly dirty,
so incredibly forbidden.

By this time I had my pants and underpants off and was
starting to jack off.  For some reason the picture that
really got me going was one in which the guy with the black
hair was standing with his back next to a door frame and the
other guy was on his knees in front of him with his mouth
completely full of cock.  Naturally I had wondered what it
would be like to receive a "blow job" but somehow I kept
imagining being the one on his knees sucking another guy's
prick.  It didn't take long before I came all over the
place.

Afterwards I felt a combination of guilt and shame and I
thought that I should throw the magazine away but I just
could not bring myself to do so.  Over the next couple of
weeks I got into a pattern of first looking at my girly
calendar and Playboy photos and then finally turning to "Hot
Rods".  Invariably I would find myself imagining I was the
brown haired guy on his knees sucking cock while I furiously
jacked off.

Then I got a call from Mr. Linden.  For a while Mrs. Linden
had worked with my mom at a big company and even though she
was maybe ten years younger than my mom they were reasonable
acquaintances.  The Lindens lived about three miles away in
a nicer neighborhood than ours and I sometimes did yard work
for them.  They had no children and although they were
relatively young, early thirties maybe, I always had the
impression that they were socially and financially well off.

They had had some exterior patio doors painted that needed
to be left open for several hours so they wouldn't stick
shut.  In the meantime they had plans to be out for the
evening and Mr. Linden asked if I could come over and
"babysit" the house until they got back from some event at
around 10 pm or so.  They had a nice house and I thought
that being all alone in it would give me complete privacy to
enjoy myself even more.  I put "Hot Rods" in my saddlebag
and rode over to their place.

Mr. Linden had an office/den in the house with a nice TV in
it that sat in front of a dark green sofa.  After watching
TV for a while I couldn't wait any longer and took off all
my clothes and kind of ran around inside the house.
Fortunately it was essentially completely secluded in trees
so I felt free to do this.  I remember masturbating in
various rooms in the house before going back to the den and
opening the magazine.  There was a bathroom which adjoined
the den and I was kneeling down next to the bathroom door
jacking off with my mouth open pretending to suck off a guy
standing next to the door frame.

To my horror I suddenly saw car lights flash through the den
window and I realized that either the Lindens had come home
early or else someone else had come up the driveway.  I
panicked.  I slid the magazine under the sofa and grabbed my
clothes and shoes and went into the bathroom.  By the time I
dressed I could hear voices in the house so I flushed the
toilet and ran the sink tap a bit to give the impression
that I had simply gone to the bathroom.  When I came out
Mrs. Linden was standing there and said that whatever they
had gone to had ended early but that they would pay me for
the whole time anyway.

What to do?  There was no way I could get down and recover
my sex magazine from under the sofa so I just left it there
and went home, hoping that somehow it would remain
undiscovered until I could get back into the house.  As I
rode my bike back I began to think of ways I could sneak
into their house but finally decided that that was a really
bad idea.  I also thought that if they found it they might
think that one of the painters or some other workman might
have left it there.  I worried like crazy.

To my relief, about a week later Mr. Linden called to ask if
I could do some yard work on Saturday afternoon.  When the
time came I went to their place and thought about how I
could get into the den to retrieve the magazine.  Mrs.
Linden had gone to visit her sister for the weekend and Mr.
Linden was in the den working on some papers.  After about
an hour or so of yardwork he called me in to the den where
there was a bar and refrigerator and offered me a soda.  I
sat on the green sofa and he was in his desk chair.  He
reached into one of his desk drawers and pulled something
out and came over and sat on the sofa next to me.  Then he
handed me my magazine and said that he guessed that I had
left this when I was there last.

My mouth went dry.  Before I could say anything he asked me
where I got it.  His question so caught me off guard that
instead of denying that it was mine I just mumbled that I
had found it in an apartment building.  Shit.  Now he knew
that that it was mine and also that I must have had it for a
while.  I thought about simply bolting; jumping on my bike
and riding away but in a calm voice he said for me not to
worry, that he wouldn't tell anyone and that I could have
the magazine back.   He then said that all guys go through
the stage of wondering what other guys are like and that he
did too when he was my age.

What happened next really surprised me.  He picked up the
magazine and started slowly turning the pages and said that
it reminded him of when he used to "fool around" when he was
a kid. I was dumbfounded.  I could not have imagined in my
wildest dreams that Mr. Linden would have found the pictures
in "Hot Rods" to be the cause of any excitement.  Then he
asked me if I masturbated while looking at the magazine and
I think I just said, "Sometimes".  He then asked me if I
wanted to masturbate together and he started to rub his
crotch.  I was caught between fear on one hand and teenage
sex drive on the other but I told him okay.  He had on some
golf shorts which he proceeded to unbutton and take down and
then slid his underpants down.  Somewhat hesitantly I
unbuckled my belt and took my jeans down to my knees.  When
I looked over and saw his dick I also took my underpants
down so that both of us were more or less in the same state
of undress.  He began to slowly move his hand up and down
his cock which was bigger than mine but actually not by
much.

Mr. Linden was pretty hard by then and I was probably so
nervous that I was having trouble getting a good hard on.
After maybe half a minute or so he told me not to panic but
that he was going to help me and give me the greatest
feeling I ever had.  He slid to the floor and leaned over to
my crotch and put his mouth over my cock.  I was scared to
death but at the same time was unable to move.  Pretty soon
however the unbelievable sensation of his wet mouth
surrounding my cock made me hard as a rock.  I could see him
taking his shoes and socks and shorts off while he was
sucking me.

I thought that I was going to cum but didn't want to because
it felt so good.  He would go fast for a few seconds and
then slow down and it was all I could do not to shoot my
cream.  All of a sudden he stopped and stood up and asked me
if I wanted to try it.  Here it was. The moment of truth. I
didn't want to but I did want to and I knew it.  I think he
knew it too. I asked him to stand next to the door and I
took my jeans and underpants completely off and walked on my
knees over to the door. I guess we somewhat instinctively
both took our shirts off so we were both all naked. Right in
front of me was his hard prick, a few inches from my face.
Could I actually do this? I had reservations but I was lost
in lust. I thought of my favorite picture in the magazine
and opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in.  The
sensation of revulsion was more than offset by the fact that
I was doing something so deliciously dirty. Of course I'd
never done it before but I tried to emulate what he had done
to me and pretty soon I was going back and forth, taking
most of his length and all the while I was jacking off like
mad.

He made me stop and said that he wanted us to both suck each
other at the same time so he lay down on the floor and we
started to do it.  It was hard for me to concentrate on
sucking him because I was on the verge of cumming and in
fact I remember taking my mouth off his dick and finally
squirting in his mouth.  He got up on his knees at that
point and started to jack off very fast and fairly quickly
shot his cum all over my cock.

After a short while he said that I could clean up in the
bathroom so I got my clothes and went in and washed up.
When I came out he was dressed and told me that he enjoyed
it and that there was no need to finish the yard work.  He'd
do it later.  He also said that we both had a big reason to
keep this completely private and I told him that I would if
he would.

I was disgusted by what I had done but after a day or two I
found myself thinking about it all the time.  Mr. Linden
called the next Sunday and asked if I could do some yard
work.  I had no illusions as to what would transpire and
that afternoon we did it again but this time things went
further.  While we were 69ing he stopped and asked me to
fuck him.  This scared me because I thought that he would
then want to do the same thing to me but he said no, he just
wanted me to screw him.  He got on his hands and knees and
leaned over the green sofa and I got behind him.  From
somewhere he got some sticky stuff and spread it on my dick
and then rubbed it on his asshole.  I was not quite sure how
to start but he reached around and guided my dick to his
ass.  Instinct then took over and it didn't take long for me
to stick it all the way in.  He told me to go real slow at
first so he could get used to it.  It was all I could do not
to act like a jackhammer.  My god it felt good!  If this was
anything like fucking girls I couldn't wait.  I fucked him
harder and harder and, to my (and probably his)
disappointment, I came all too soon.  He asked me to stay in
him while he jerked off and came, so I did.

That very next day, Monday, my dad announced at dinner that
we were moving to the west coast and needed to be there as
soon as possible. I was devastated.  Certainly I had nothing
like romantic feelings for Mr. Linden but I sure was going
to miss the sex.  How could I possibly find someone else to
"fool around with"?  I last saw Mr. Linden when he and his
wife briefly came over to say goodbye and he simply wished
me good luck in school.

I subsequently discovered girls big time and am now married
with a small child.  My wife's and my sex life is fine but
she is not the kind of woman I could relate this to or to
whom I could explain some of my desires.  Over the last year
or so I have more and more begun to think about what
happened and to fantasize about sucking a cock again.  While
I am fucking my wife missionary style I imagine there's a
guy standing in front of me fucking my mouth.  I have even
"graduated" to the point of also imagining there's a 15 year
old boy behind me at the same time cornholing my asshole.
Increasingly I wonder what it would be like to feel a big
load of fuck juice shooting up my ass.  But the biggest
memory is being on my knees in front of Mr. Linden sucking
him off.  Sometimes I think I'll go crazy if I can't suck
another cock and this time have it squirt hot cum in my
mouth.  Maybe someday I'll go looking for it if I can summon
up the courage to actually do it. I just don't know.