Date: Thu, 16 Apr 2009 06:40:19 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Growing up and finding my leaning with Charley

Another for gay/ encounters please ...


Growing up and finding my leaning with Charley. (C) Alex Carr 2009

Remembering how it was when I was young, when I got my first job - I guess
I should have realised then my sexual leaning.  In adolescence being
bi-sexual was hard to comprehend, so confusing when other guys around you seem
preoccupied only in girls an d what it would be like to fuck this one or that
 one.

I was at an age when I was experimenting with myself, in fact feeling a
little different from others in discovering how pleasant it was to manipulate
something into my  anus, there was me on many occasions, spending
delightful moments with a screwdriver handle and such and with a good dowsing of
Vaseline, which eventually always seemed to do the trick in submerging the
bulbous handle into my ass.
>From thence forward there were candles, carrots (  I shaped with a knife to
look like a real life penis) and a broom handle,  affixed to a bench which
made for a substantial deep fuck. (Had to be careful  though!)

To think now I did all that, placing mirrors in good view of what I was
doing with my ass, spending ages just watching myself gradually sinking and
taking out those things that went up my ass, seemed sheer heaven at the time,
 But it was all a secret, I felt it was just me who had these peculiar
feelings  and I would never divulge anything. I remember my grandmother saying
once I was  unnatural because I did not like going out or mixing with others
which had a big  effect on me, her remarks did not help one iota. But I
thank the lord that when  I started work as a gardeners boy all that would
change, I would find my true  leaning and realised what I had was a gift and
should never be looked on as  unnatural or odd, I was bi-sexual yes, but more
leaning to taking guys of you  know what I mean.

It all started because of dear Charley, he was the guy who took it upon
himself to feel me in the greenhouse, he caught me in a very compromising
position whereas I was leant over a bench where we placed all the new cuttings.
 It was the first time ever I had had my balls felt and squeezed by
another. It  was just a quickie on that occasion. Charley made no comment but he
was off as  soon as it was done.
I was confused yes, but I realised it was something I  enjoyed, how was
that, and a guy too, was that right or what. I guess when I  made no comment or
complaint Charley thought he'd go for it again, catching me  unawares as
before - that was Charley, the guy I became very acquainted with in  more ways
than one

This time he went for the full works, he felt my balls and cock at the same
 time - and not only that he gave them a thorough massage, something that
gave me  the most wonderful sensation, something I will always remember, that
first real  touch of Charley.
"Nice Huh, lad?" he whispered as I felt myself  aroused to the point I was
stiffening. "Can see you like it!" he added, giving  me a real rub then
twisting me around then, his face fumed with desire,  it  was as if there was
no tomorrow.

"We may be caught here" I warned. But he was in a frenzy - and it was then
 I realised just how strong the sexual urge can be, Charley had no concern
about  what was going on around, he just went for it, unzipping my fly -
prizing my  hard cock out underneath the seam of my briefs, it sort of scared
me a bit, just  how forceful he was, but somehow the feeling he gave me then
with the touch of  his hand clasping my length and the feel of his mouth
enveloping my cock I too  was in another world, I leant back on the bench,
pushing my cock out for his  easy access, so he could really suck and ball me to
his hearts content It was as  if instinct had taken me over, being sucked
and balled like that with Charley  knelt down before me, sniffing me, licking
it in various ways, I felt so good  and I knew this was for me, that I
wanted more and more and more of Charley.  That he could do me whichever way he
wanted lock stock and barrel..

Anyway, that day - with Charley I enjoyed my first cock suck, for no sooner
 had he had his taste of me he changed position, leaning against the bench,
 unzipping himself and exposing his thick strong cock, "Just go for it,
Lad, you  will enjoy!"  I did after a quick lick around its head, it tasted
earthy  and pungent, because he had already pre-cum when he was enjoying me. I
didn't  know anything about pre-cum, I knew what it was like to completely
cum, how it  was for me feeling the urge build up and spurt out like a
volcano  - now I  felt like that again, but in the presence of another guy - and
it was fantastic,  he had a good arousal, it was pleasant and firm in my
mouth as I squeezed my  tongue around it's  bulbous head, ( thinking then of
that screwdriver I had  used so often, and sucked afterwards) but this was far
nicer, this was real  cock, real hard stiff and pulsing  live cock, and I
was contemplating its  feel up inside me, wondering if he aimed to do that to
me, or should I suggest  or ask that of him, but for now I enjoyed the feel
of cock in my mouth and took  time to gradually suck it to climax, watching
it spurt all over the floor as I  backed and finished him with a good solid
stiff wanking, that's what he wanted  and that's what he got, Charley was
some great guy and yes, he did want my ass.

The next day he propositioned me, guiding me to the potting shed during the
 dinner break, stroking my ass curves through my corduroy trousers. When he
said  he worshiped my ass and wanted it I knew I was going to get the
length of that  beautifully proportioned cock up my aching ass. And that was all
I wanted.

But Charley was grooming me now, telling me how good it was to have found
someone like me at last with whom he could share his feelings, that so long
he  had knew he was bi-sexual, he was married but told me he rarely had sex
with his  wife and besides, he thought she was having it a away with
another, which suited  him fine because he had gone off pussy a long time ago and
as he grew older, he  was about fifty now, he had learned more about  his
homo leaning. So I got  talking about my past, told him how inhibitive I had
been, thinking I was odd  and mainly because of what my Gran had said. Charley
was the one who assured me  I was not and it was quite natural to have my
leanings, that there were many  more like me, but like it was with any
relationship, you still need to find the  right one to share what we had started
to share.

And now he was grooming me in the ways of homosexual passion, showing me
that it was not unnatural at all to do what we were doing, he rimming me then
so  carefully during that  heaven sent lunch break in the potting, shed, me
 bent  nicely for his undivided attention as he started to prime me for his
 fuck. The thought of that in anticipation was electric, more exciting
because  thanks to Charley I didn't feel dirty any more or anything like that,
he showing  me  it was quite natural for me to have urges for another guy of
my own  sex, so wonderful.

He went down into his knees again, this time to enjoy me orally   telling
me how great my ass was, that I had the curves of a woman, so well
proportioned and very sexy and fuckable, I was happy with that and then feeling  his
mouth and tongue sucking around me down under, his fingers cradling my balls
 as he did that. That wonderful feeling was so good and  I was thinking,
yes  this is for me and all my Gran said was absolute crap!

"That okay, Pete you like?" he whispered taking a breather, me looking
around and seeing his expression  - his face glowing with passion and his
breath panting. I simply wiggled showing him I was okay with it, and so I got
another  feel of his mouth pressing deep between my ass cheeks, all the
time he telling me how good it was. Soon he would be fucking me, I was longing
for it, the feel of real cock inside me, how would be ...

As of he read my mind he got up and glancing around again I say him rolling
 back his foreskin, his knob was beautiful and stood out like a red velvet
bulbous  crown, could I taste it again or was he ready to go for it and
fuck me?

He closed to me and then I felt it there for the first time, he was
manoeuvring it to level with my hole, all ready and lubricated with his saliva,  I
felt the first nudge of his cock head, warm and wonderful, then the gentle
at  first prodding, opening me up so wonderfully, then I felt the first
surge of  cock slip inside, so easily, like I was so ready for it, so lusting
for his  fuck. His bulk soon wedged inside he asked if it was okay. I muttered
yes  although it was hurting a bit now as he got full penetration, but soon
that went  as his thrust started to speed up and all I could feel was the
utter feeling of  being fucked by this great guy  who had taught me so much,
not ever to be  inhibited again with my feelings and to share a with him.
Feeling his hands  tighten on my hips, holding my ass steady as he thrust
in and out, all the time  getting faster and faster until  ....  MMM! That
final surge, the grunt  and panting, his climax reached, and mine too, the
feeling of his throbbing cock  cuming deep inside was heaven on earth.

Afterwards, after the passion had soothed us both, and we got back to our
horticultural duties, I felt some gloom - wondering if this was a once off,
But  later in the afternoon Charley came to me, told me that what happened
today was  just the start and was I alright with that.

I guess I didn't even have to reply, my expression said it all, and the hug
 I just had to give him. And then, looking around to see nobody was
looking, that  so wonderful feel of his hand cupping me down under from behind,
just how it had  all started.
"Tomorrow, same time, same place."  I said ...