Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2009 17:13:16 +0000 (GMT)
From: Phil Hilton <uccleman@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Do you Remember '68?   Chpt. 2

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Do you Remember '68?   Chpt. 2

When I woke Vince was lying there so peacefully, so beautiful he looked. I
got out of bed kissed him lightly and went for a piss. When I came back
Vince had woken up, "Like a coffee?" I asked, "Yes".

So I wrapped a towel around me and went out to the shared kitchenette. This
was a male dorm and guys walked around in all states of dress, especially
in the mornings. Usually I was very cautious how I appeared, but this
morning I was so relaxed and so full of self confidence I didn't care who
saw me.  I returned with the two cups. Vince was now sitting up in bed with
nothing on, I put the cups down at the side of the bed dropped the towel
and got in alongside him. We kissed again, this time at some length but
very gently, lovingly.

"We need to talk", said Vince.

He explained a story similar to my own, although his school had been mixed,
he used to play his part as one of the lads, but had known from an early
age that he didn't quite fit in. He didn't have the same drive for sex with
girls that the other boys had. There was always some attraction to the
guys. He had fought against it, hidden it and denied it even to the point
of being depressed, which was why he had not started college until he was
21. He thought that by coming to college he would either grow out of it,
which he didn't want to, or find some solution. As that first term had worn
on he thought he couldn't see any way forward and he was scared that he
would slip back into depression.


"How do you meet guys," he had asked himself, "How do you know?"

The consequences of making a mistake back then seemed devastating. He had
seen me, obviously, and knew I shared with Pete, who was known for his
straightforward heterosexuality? To him I had seemed to be so much like
Pete that he wouldn't have dared approach me, nor had he wanted to seek
friendship with me for fear of giving himself away.

"What a miserable couple of wankers we've been" I said as I kissed him
again.

He continued his story. The previous evening he had seen me in the bar, but
thought that I had ignored him. I explained that I had been lonely and I
suppose feeling sorry for myself and had not seen him until I spoke, simply
to find some release to my boredom, but I explained how my feelings had
changed over the course of the evening. He said he had been nervous which
is why he had drunk a little too much. He had been imagining all kinds of
things hoping that something would happen. His emotions had been up and
down. Sometimes reading positive signs but at other times, like when I had
asked him about girls, he was sure that he was wrong and was
misinterpreting me. So when I offered to allow him to stay over not only
did that give him a solution to the problem of what to do about going home
after having drunk too much, it also meant that he could spend more time
with me. But then he had gone to sleep. He remembered little after the bar
until he woke up on my bed wondering where he was.  He didn't open his eyes
but began to remember what had happened and where he was. He realised the
light was still on and sensed my presence in the room. So he cautiously
looked at me expecting to see me in my room mate's bed or asleep on a
chair. He was hoping to get a good look at me. What he didn't expect was
what he saw; me wanking looking at him. He said that he nearly came in that
instant! He half opened his eyes wondering what to do so he moved his hands
to his crotch, being careful to close his eyes pretending to be asleep and
rubbing himself. Realizing that my eyes were looking everywhere but his
face he had opened his eyes.  He decided there was only one interpretation
of events but still didn't know how to take things further. Once he saw me
look at his face he knew in that instant that he had to act or else all
would be lost, he needed to get me to admit what I was doing and why.

                Finishing our coffee we lay down again and cuddled.

"Vince", I said, "Yes", he replied.

"What do we do?"

"What do you mean?"

 "I mean what do we do physically? If you were a girl I would have some
idea of where to go from here but I'm so inexperienced I just don't know
what to do".

Naive though this sounds this was 1971. There was something inside me
bursting to get out, yes something sexual, and emotional. I wanted to do
everything with this guy. Just being here with him feeling his cock, his
body, was almost overwhelming. But there was also a need for more. I did
have some ideas but was actually too scared to express them for fear of
being thought weird and as a result being rejected. Vince explained that he
had some porn mags at home that he had bought on a trip to London with his
parents, and had been able to slip away to Soho. We decided that as I had
the room to myself until Sunday evening that Vince would go home pick some
things up, come back with the magazines and stay over again until Sunday.
He went off after a shower and a kiss.

                When he'd gone I cleaned up, I even changed the sheets on
the bed. Then I began to worry. I asked myself if it had really happened. I
knew it had, but what I feared was that it had been imagination on my part
and that Vince would not come back, that he was laughing at me somewhere
and that when Monday morning came I would be the laughing stock of the
college. Everyone would know I was queer and that I had tried to take
advantage of Vince when he had been drunk.  Even if that were unlikely I
convinced myself within half an hour that once away from me Vince would
either change his mind or be too scared. I was sure that I wouldn't see him
again that day and that the next time we saw each other in lectures he
would ignore me.

                So I was in quite a state two hours later. I didn't know
where Vince's home was so didn't know how long it should have taken him. I
was still both waiting desperately and also convinced that he wouldn't
return. I decided that I needed to clear my head. I had just reached the
entrance to the accommodation block when I saw him coming across the car
park carrying a small bag. I almost ran to him, but kept control of myself.

"Hi", I said opening the door again and letting him in.

We went back up to the room and as soon as we entered I threw myself at
him. I was kissing him, I cried in a way I hadn't cried in years. They were
tears of relief and joy. Vince was a little overwhelmed by my reaction. He
had had a 40 minutes journey each way and he had needed to spend a bit of
time with his mother to explain what he was doing, that is that he was
going to spend the weekend with a college friend. His mother was delighted,
she always wanted him to get out more was hoping he would find a nice girl,
and she was sure that if he had found a friend in college, together they
would be able to mix with some nice people.  So Vince had quickly gathered
his things and come back as quickly as he could. But he too had been scared
that when he got back I would have changed my mind.

                So here we were again, Vince kissed my tears away then we
quickly undressed and started to wank each other again. This was quickly
over and we lay down again to look at what Vince had brought. I couldn't
believe the pictures. As I read the stories I realised that some of the
things I had heard were much nearer to the reality than I knew. I became so
horny reading that stuff and being next to Vince that part way through an
article I put the mag down and turned to him and went to his cock. I kissed
it. I started at his pubes, and kissed the whole length of his lengthening
shaft. He was responding to my attention. I went to his balls and put my
lips to each, and then I worked my way up again. Reaching the head I
uncovered the rest of it fully retracting his beautiful foreskin and
started to kiss the polished globe at the end of his cock. It was so
beautiful everything about this guy was beautiful. I licked my lips and put
the tip of his cock into my mouth, I slowly pushed it in and out just
letting my lips rest behind his cockhead. I set up a slow regular movement;
I was surprised to get an unusual taste in my mouth, "Had I hurt him?" I
wondered I pulled off to look then I realised that it was precum oozing, no
flowing, from his cock. So I put it back savouring the taste. Vince had put
down what he was reading and lay there making slight noises whilst
caressing my hair. I went down further onto his cock, I could just get my
nose to his pubes but when it was full in I couldn't move it too much
without gagging so had to be content with it partly in and working his
shaft with my hand.  Vince seemed to prefer it when I had just the head in
my mouth. I think Vince was getting a little jealous, I know my cock was, I
could feel him demanding attention.

                Vince took the initiative and we changed positions. We lay
on the bed so that I could continue on his cock and he could start on
mine. I couldn't believe the intensity of the sensations in my cock,
throughout my whole body, as he copied me step by step. First regular
movements on the head and then the whole piece disappearing into his mouth;
I was beginning to realise that there was so much that we could do and that
we could spend as long as we wanted discovering each other. Already I could
tell that Vince responded to some things more than others I was already
learning that I could please my man and that I so wanted to do that. We
carried on and I could tell that I was getting close I wasn't sure what to
do about it when suddenly Vince's legs went rigid, his whole body went
stiff and his cock seemed to grow in my mouth even more. Suddenly my mouth
was full of his cum; the realization of what had happened was too much for
me and I shot my load into his mouth. We paused a moment and then turned to
look at each other. What a view, Vince had his mouth open as he tried to
catch his breath and flowing out from the sides was my cum. I swallowed
some of what I had in my mouth but Vince twisted around so that he could
kiss me on the lips and as we did that our cum mixed together.

                Again we just lay there for a while, just being together,
being so close was almost overwhelming. After a while Vince took the
initiative again by kissing and caressing, touching and feeling every part
of my body. Then he said that he wanted to try and fuck me. I had thought
that men did fuck but in my ignorance did not really know what they
did. The magazine article had filled in some of the details. I wanted him
to, but I was kind of scared as well. Would it hurt? Would he be able to
get it in there? Would I like it? Would he? Vince explained that he had
brought with him some kind of lubrication that he'd bought; he used to use
it when wanking. I was amazed, I'd never thought of that. He said it was
what the stories were talking about to help penetration.

He turned me on my front and started to massage my ass cheeks. Then pulling
my butt in the air he started to gently run down the crack in my ass. When
he arrived at my hole he gently played with it making circular motions.
Then I think he got some of the gel stuff and applied it to my hole. He
gently pressed a finger against it and I felt his finger go in.

"That was easy", I thought.

He continued very slowly and lovingly pushing that finger in and out I
could tell I was getting looser and more relaxed. Now a second finger, that
was more difficult, I tensed up again but after a moment both fingers went
in. A third and then a fourth went in with similar care and love.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

 I so wanted this but was so scared not of the pain but of it being
disappointing. Things had gone so well so far I didn't want to spoil
anything. He explained that he didn't know how much of this stuff he should
use but was going to put some more on his cock. A few moments later I felt
what I knew to be his cock head against by butt. I could feel the pressure,
but nothing happened.

"You're going to have to push harder than that", I said.

I tried to relax and a second time he pushed, it was painful that time but
that wasn't going to stop us. He pushed a third time much harder as I
pushed back, the pain suddenly built up, there was an immense shot of pain
in my ass, I thought it would be too much for me, but then it subsided.

"Did it hurt?" Vince asked "A bit"

I said "just take it slowly".

But he was in. A man's cock was inside me, no, not just a man's cock;
Vince's cock was inside me. Looking back this was not the most proficient
fuck I have hand. But it's not all technique is it? It's about the right
man at the right time. This was a fuck I will never forget.

He started to go slowly but very soon speeded up. He wanted it so badly, I
wanted it so badly. He fucked and rammed and pushed in as if he were trying
to get his cock out of the other side. I could feel him filling me up, it
seemed to grow bigger inside me as he pummeled away at my mancunt. I was
letting out noises each time his cock drove in, he was grunting too. Here
was a 21 year old wanker who for the first time had discovered what his
cock was made for. He rammed away at my ass and the more he did it the more
freely he moved, and the more comfortable I felt. Then I moved from being
simply comfortable to being happy.

The pleasure mounted; the more he fucked me the more I wanted to be fucked.

"Speed up you lazy fucker!" I cried,"Don't stop now!"

This, as I had intended, just encouraged him more.

"Right you whore," he cried, "now for it".

With that he did push even further and harder and faster, pounding away,
ramming what had been only a short time before a virgin ass. Then he seemed
to fill me even more and I could feel his cum squirting inside me, filling
me up.  He pushed and strained to force out every last drop and then he
relaxed, collapsing on top of me.

                After a short time his relaxed cock slipped out of me and I
started to feel the cum dripping out of my ass.  I moved slightly and Vince
rolled off me so I turned to him. He had been breathing heavily but I then
realised that his heavy breathing had turned to sobs. The poor boy was
crying. I hugged him; "Oh Vince what's wrong? What's wrong?"

I was terrified that he was regretting what had just happened, that he was
about to get up and leave. I wasn't now bothered about what he might say
and the consequences, I was horrified that he might leave me. But he didn't
leave; he was clinging on to me and sobbing. Sobbing like a child, emotion
pouring out of his body, I felt that I was not only being covered by his
tears but by a part of him. After a while the crying reduced and he pulled
his face away and looked at me.

"Thanks Jon," he said, "I'm so happy".

That was too much for me, I kissed him and then I too was sobbing. I
realised slowly what was happening, years of anxiety, frustration, seeking,
loneliness had been building up and in fucking me it was as if all that was
suddenly released. Those years of black depression were eliminated.

                We started to kiss again frantically. I thought our first
kisses had been almost out of control but we were suddenly like mad men. We
kissed every part of each other's body. We weren't following what we had
read we were following our instincts. I found myself kissing his ass, I
didn't know about the term rimming, but I was learning fast! I grabbed the
lube and applied some of that to his ass, doing what he had done to
me. Then put some on my cock and lined myself up. We were now both of us in
such a state of excitement that I hardly waited, I pushed my rock hard cock
straight in. Vince cried out a little and I had enough self control to wait
and then gradually pick up the pace. When he was obviously relaxed and
comfortable I started to slam away. From the back, gripping his waist, I
was then showing no mercy. I felt that I needed to catch up on twenty-one
years of waiting. I've no idea how long it lasted, my first fuck, the first
time I'd fucked a guy. I can't even describe it except to say that it just
took me over completely. I knew I had found myself, my place.

                Vince and I were to do many more things together, gain much
more experience, and learn about each other and the world of gay sex, but
as I came in his ass and Vince shot his load again all over the clean
sheets we achieved a union of our very beings. We established a
relationship that went far beyond anything I had experienced in my life up
to then. He was mine and I was his.