Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2016 23:47:40 -0500
From: Charles Smythe <jasonsmythe7@gmail.com>
Subject: Am I Queer?-[GF-47]-part-1-of-1

Am I Queer?
Part-1-of-1

FYI: This is more or less a true story. Because the story took place in the
60s before the term `gay' started to be used for homosexuals the term
`queer' is used. It isn't meant to be derogatory just accurate for the
times.

When I was a young man I used to hitchhike a lot because I had no other
mode of transportation. I came from a poor background and hitching gave me
the means to get to jobs or wherever I needed to go. I was always thankful
for the lift and made it a point to thank my benefactors.

When I grew older and had had the means to purchase a car, I made it a
practice to pick up hitchhikers and give them rides due to my experiences
as a hitchhiker in my youth.

One day while driving home from an out of town trip a young man was
hitching and I stopped and asked where he was headed. He told me and I
said, "I can get you most of the way so hop in."

We drove about a mile without another word between us. Then I felt his hand
on my knee and I looked at him and he said, "Would you like a blowjob?"

Stunned, I reached down, grabbed his hand and threw it away from my knee
without saying anything. I thought to myself that I'll stop at the next
intersection and tell him to get out. This was in 60, an era when gay
people were not openly gay. Being gay was simply not approved by society.
Hell, they didn't even call them gay yet. They were still queers.

But as I drove on I could feel my cock getting hard. I thought this just
can't be real me getting an erection after being propositioned by a
homosexual. I'm straight I thought. But there was no denying it my cock was
getting harder. I tried shifting in my seat to avoid him noticing my
uncomfortable situation.

I looked over and he was smiling and I knew he was aware of my obvious
attempt to hide my growing erection. Then he spoke again with a little more
strength in his voice. "You do want me to suck you off, don't you?"

I was taken back by his brashness and the fact that fact I was virtually
unable to speak.

Then I felt his hand not on my knee but on my swollen cock.

I kept driving looking straight ahead afraid to look down.

He started to slowly massage my cock through my pants and I felt my cock
actually jerk. My thoughts shifted from `this can't be happening' to `I'm
not queer,' why am I letting this go on? Why don't I just stop and order
him out of the car?

Then I heard him softly say, "After the next intersection there's an
abandon building you can pull around behind and be out of sight if you
want."

Without hesitation I turned and drove around behind the building and
stopped.

All the while he kept massaging my cock and it felt so good I didn't want
him to stop.

He slowing pulled my zipper down, pulled open my pants and released my
cock. When it sprang straight up, he took it back in his hand and slowly
stroked it a few times. Then as I looked down at him he lowered his head to
my lap.

Then I felt the warmth and wetness as he took my cock into his mouth. I sat
rigid with my eyes closed as he sucked my cock afraid to watch. He
continued to suck my cock deep into his mouth until I felt it hit the back
of his throat his nose and lips pushed against my pubic hair. The feeling
was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Then, almost without warning, my
cock erupted and I blow a huge load directly into his mouth and without
gagging or choking he swallowed it all.

I was in a virtual state of shock that this had all happened so fast. As he
slowly pulled his mouth off my cock and as it slipped past his lips I had
sudden pangs of quilt. Could I be queer? No way I'm queer I just can't be.
I just can't be.

The he looked at me with a strange smile and said, "You liked it didn't
you?" When I hesitated and he said, "I know you did. You cummed so fast and
with such a big load you had to have really enjoy it."

Then an even bigger surprise was in store for me as he rose up I could see
his hard cock pointing straight up. When he'd taken it out I was not sure,
but I was almost mesmerize by the sight of it. My cock is about six-inches
and his had to be at least two-inches longer. To look at him I would never
had thought that this young man would possess such a big cock...at least
eight-inch.

He saw the look on my face as I stared at his cock, smiling, he said, "Do
you like it?"

I could hardly talk I was still so stunned but I managed to croak-out, "I
can't believe you have such a big cock."

And then I got the biggest shock yet. He asked, "Do you want to suck it?"

I weakly said, "You don't understand. I'm not queer."

He said, "I didn't ask you if you were queer. I asked if you wanted to suck
it."

I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth next. I meekly said, "Yes
please."

Still smiling, he reached over and put his hand behind my head and pulled
my face down toward his lap. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see
what was about to happen. Then I felt the head of his cock press against my
lips. As he pressed harder I slowly opened my lips and let his cock slip
into my mouth.

He pushed it in to the point that I started to gag and then he withdrew a
little as he started to slowly fuck my mouth. He held my head as he worked
his hips, slowly fucking my mouth faster and deeper. I could taste what I
thought was he pre-cum and it was not at all what I expected. In fact it
was kinda sweet. As he continued to fuck my face I started bobbing my head
because I was actually starting to like what was happening.

He said, "For a first time cocksucker you're doing great. Keep it up."

Then I heard him start to moan, "Oooooooohhhhhhhh shit," and wondered if
that meant he was about to cum. I started to pull my mouth from his cock
but he pushed my head down harder holding it in place as he worked his
hips, fucking my mouth. Then with a big thrust he must have busted a nut
because cum started pouring into my mouth. It was much saltier and bitter
than the pre-cum. I choked some but knew I had to swallow to keep from
gagging and choking so I swallowed and continued to swallow until I had it
all down.

Balls drained, he let my head go and his rapidly softening cock slipped
from my mouth.

I had suddenly felt guilty, but yet I had to admit that I'd enjoyed what
had just happened. He sensed my feeling and he said, "Don't worry. This
didn't mean your queer."

Dazed, I straightened up, started the car and drove him to where I'd
planned to take him before. After I let him out and started my drive home
amid thoughts that I might be queer.

That was ten years ago and I have not had another gay sexual encounter.
But as time goes by and the sex in my marriage dwindles, I looked back and
think I really did enjoy having my cock sucked and yes I also enjoyed
sucking his cock. So gay or not, maybe it's something I might want to try
again.

Maybe while I'm out this weekend running errands instead of spending so
much time at Home Depot I'll drop by that adult bookstore out on the edge
of town. I can get a booth and watch dirty movies. After all, what can it
hurt?

The end...