Date: Sun, 16 May 1999 20:27:19 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Virgin At 51
A Virgin At 51
By Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com
Warning: This story contains graphic sex between a man
51 and a young 19 year-old. If you are underage,
or this type of gay story offends you, find something else.
This story depicts unprotected gay sex. That is not real
life, if you want to live to old age. This story is fiction,
and no one in it can catch anything, unless I, the author
that made them up, want them to. Then, no amount of
protection could keep them safe. You, on the other hand,
are not fiction.
Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely
coincidental.
The author retains the copyright of this story. Placing this
story on a web site without the authors permission is a
violation of that copyright.
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A Virgin At 51
He must have been 5 or 6 years-old, the very first time I remember
seeing him. I was coming home from work, and I made the turn
onto my street. There was a moving van at the corner house that
had been vacant for about 4 months. Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw him speeding down the driveway on his bike. I hit the brakes;
my tires squealed as I came to a sudden stop. I hadn't been going
fast, and he hit the street, just as I stopped. He had better control
of his bike than I had thought. He stopped before getting in the
path of the car, and sit grinning at me, as his mother ran after him.
I wouldn't have hit him, but my heart beat a little fast, as I dove
the three houses to my own drive. I parked, and as I got out, he
was standing on the lawn of his new home, waving at me. I waved
back, before entering my house.
His house seemed to become the magnet for all the kids in the
neighborhood. When he was about 8, it was balls rolling into the
street, that I had to watch for. He would always wave, anytime I
passed his house, and he was outside.
I guess it was when he was 10 years-old, that I learned for the
first time, that his name was Billy. If I was working outside, he
would come over and visit a few minutes. He was just a normal
10 year-old boy. Maybe a little friendlier then most, but just a
little boy, full of life.
About that time, he asked me why I live alone. I explained that I
had never found anyone that I could love enough to live with, and
that no one could put up with me. He just nodded his head, and
accepted my explanation. He gave me a hug, and told me he didn't
think I was hard to live with. I hugged him back.
When he was 13, Billy started cutting grass, for extra pocket
money. He had 5 yards in the neighborhood that he took care of,
including mine. It was while he was cutting my grass, that he came
into my house for the first time. He came in to use the bathroom.
I showed him where it was, and as we were headed down the
hallway, his penis was suddenly in his hand. He had almost waited
too long, and had to hold it pinched closed. He rushed to the toilet,
and sighed as he let go.
I tried not to watch him, but I couldn't help myself. Billy was so
wrapped up in the relief of emptying, that he didn't even notice I
was there.
Yeah, I'm gay. I've know it for as long as I can remember. I've
never been attracted to girls or women. Just guys. I've never done
anything about it, and I'm still a virgin. I don't know exactly why,
but I have never been able to force myself to have sex. I think it's
because the idea of just sex, doesn't do anything for me. I want
to be loved. The idea of having someone's cum inside me is gross.
There are a few older guys that I exchange e-mail with, but they
are mostly married, and just looking for sex. No one seems to
want romance. To me, the sex without the romance is meaningless.
I gave up trying to find love, years ago. Everyone I ever met,
wanted to first have sex, then see if we might like each other. I
couldn't do it. It wasn't long, before the phone stopped ringing.
Now, at 51 years-of-age, I no longer expected it. I'm content, just
living alone, and jacking-off, when I have the need.
Billy finished and after shaking it, tucked his plump 3 inch penis
back into his pants and zipped up. He smiled at me saying, "Man, I
needed that. I thought I was going to pop." He flushed the toilet;
rinsed and dried his hands, and started out the bathroom.
I offered him a soda, and we sat in the livingroom. As we visited,
and drank our pops, Billy noticed my computer, and asked if I
would let him check it out, someday. I asked if he had one, and he
told me his folks didn't see the need for one. I told him he could
check out mine whenever he wanted.
Billy finished his pop, and said he should get the yard finished.
He went back outside, and the house seemed a little empty. I booted
my computer, and hid anything Billy shouldn't see. Ok, I like to
look at pictures of young men sucking and fucking. My wallpaper
is two smooth, young, guys fucking.
It was a few weeks later, that Billy came by one afternoon,
wanting to play with the computer. I showed him how to boot it,
and how to launch the programs. I got him a Coke, and then just
kind of left him alone. Billy is real smart, and it didn't take him
long to figure out how to get on the internet. I have unlimited use,
so I didn't mind. He spent about 3 hours, before he shut it off, and
told me he had to leave. He gave me a quick hug, as he told me
thanks. Yeah, even at 13, Billy still gave hugs, and yes, I liked it.
Billy started dropping by once or twice a week. He would play
on the computer a while, then often, we would sit and talk. The
talk could be about anything; just what ever was on Billy's mind.
Once Billy started high school, he would sometimes come over at
night, to look something up for one of his classes. It was when he
was 15, that his talks turned more and more to sex. One night, just
out of the blue, he asked me,
"Dave, are you gay? I wouldn't ask, but I think I may be, and I
need some advice. I've thought for a long time you are, because,
of some stuff I found on your computer a few years ago."
I didn't know what to say. I was very embarrassed, to say the least.
I decided to just tell him the truth.
"Yes, Billy, I'm gay. I've known it for as long as I can remember.
When I was just a little kid, I remember knowing I liked boys and
men better then I liked girls or women. But, I'm not the one to
give you advice. I have never had sex with anyone. I'm a virgin,
Billy."
"NEVER?" he exclaimed!
"No, Billy, never." I replied.
"Don't you ever get horny?" he asked.
"Of course I do." I responded.
"What do you do?" he wanted to know.
I just turned the question back on him by asking, "What do you
do? I probably do the same."
He grinned real big. "I take my dog for a walk a couple of times
a day." he told me with a bashful grin.
"Well, I have heard it called a lot of things, just never that. But,
yes, I go lift a car too."
Billy just grinned. The conversation soon changed directions, and
after a while, Billy got up and went home. Yeah, I had to go jack
up a car.
Over the next year or so, Billy told me about his desires and
frustrations. He learned how I felt about things. I knew when he
had a crush on a guy. He was telling me about his first blow-job
30 minutes after it happened. I knew the night he first got fucked.
It tore me up inside to know, but it would have ripped my gut out,
if he hadn't told me. I was jealous of those boys having sex with
my Billy. I knew when he fell in love, the year he was 17.
I could tell that the boy Billy loved, was a shallow, selfish,
young man. I tried to be nice to him, when Billy would bring him
over, but it was hard. I tried to warn Billy, but how can you
tell someone that they are a fool for loving a person? I was
afraid if I said too much, I would lose Billy. I couldn't have
stood that. Billy brought the light into my life. I couldn't
stand going a day without seeing him. I would see the way his
boyfriend would treat my Billy, and Billy would just give me an
apologetic smile that said, "please don't say anything". I wanted
to throw the kid out.
It lasted almost three months, before Billy caught the punk with
another guy. He cried on my shoulder for hours, before going
back over to his boyfriends and forgiving him. It lasted two more
months, before the guy told Billy he had found someone new. My
shoulder was there as Billy cried out his hurt.
Billy graduated high school, and started at the university last fall. It
is only a 20 minute drive, so he still lives at home. I still get to see
him several times a week.
It was almost Christmas, when Billy came over one evening. He
was mad, and hurt. He plopped down on the couch, and glanced
over at me. I could tell he was about ready to cry.
"Why does love have to be so hard to find?" he asked me.
"I don't know, Billy. I've been asking that same question for
almost 50 years."
"Everyone just seems to want as much sex with as many different
guys, as they can get." he informed me.
"Well, I guess things haven't changed that much since I was your
age." I told him. "Billy, there is someone out there for you. Just
don't give up looking, like I did. Don't become a lonely old man
like me. At least, you won't have to admit to being a 51 year-old
virgin."
"Thanks, Dave. You always know how to make me feel better.
I'm willing to change that virgin part for you." He told me.
"Billy, you know I love you, but you don't love me that way. It
wouldn't be any good for either of us, and I don't want to lose
your friendship. Thank you though."
Billy sit and visited for a while longer, as he told me about how
his courses were going. He told me just before he left, that he had
broken up with his boyfriend of two weeks. He hugged me, and
gave me a kiss on the cheek as he was leaving.
After he left, I started wondering, "should I have taken him up
on his offer? I love him. Does it matter if he doesn't love me the
same way? I know he loves me, but as a best friend, not as a lover.
Does that matter? I've never admitted it to Billy, but I've jacked-
off many a time while thinking about him. Just because we might
have sex, doesn't mean I would lose him as a friend. I don't know.
I just can't take the chance of losing him."
Billy stopped by Christmas Eve. He couldn't stay long, he was
on his way to a party. He brought me my Christmas present, and
I handed him his. We opened them at the same time, and we each
had to check that we had the right package. We had each gotten
the other a new watch, and they were identical. We had to laugh,
as we hugged and kissed each other's cheek.
New Years Eve came, and Billy stopped by on his way to a
party. It was still early, so he stayed and got comfortable. We
talked and just had a good time. I was really enjoying his being
there. I spend most holidays alone. 10:00 came, and he was still
there. 11:00, and I reminded him about the party. Not because I
wanted him to leave, but I didn't want him to miss being with his
friends.
"I would rather be here with you, if you don't mind." he told me.
"Billy, you know I want you here all the time." I responded.
"It dawned on me last week. I've been looking in all the
wrong places, trying to find love. Ever since I can remember,
this is where I have felt at peace. This is where I come when I
need to be comforted. This is where I feel loved. This is where
I can be myself. I love you Dave. I know you love me too. I
just need to know it you love me as a man. Can you love me as
your lover?"
I didn't know what to say. Here in front of me was everything I
have wanted all my life. A hot sexy lover. Someone to love. A
person to care for. My Billy. I'm too old for him. I'm 51 years-
old. He's 19. He can't really want an old man like me. He will
only be 39, when I'm 71. Still a young man. He's moving towards
me. He's taking my hand, as he kneels in front of me.
"Dave?"
"Yes, Billy. I have loved you and wanted you since you were 13.
You don't know how much I wanted to be those other guys you
were with. Please, make love to me. Even if it's only for this one
night."
"Shut up and kiss me, Dave."
I was trembling as Billy wrapped his arms around me. His lips
were tenderly pressing against my own. His tongue was parting
my lips, and entering my mouth. I was sure I was going to faint,
with the feelings running through me.
I finally woke up, and started searching Billy's mouth with my
tongue. Two hours ago, I would have told you that having my
tongue in someone else's mouth was gross. It was the most
beautiful and natural thing in the world. This is MY Billy I am
kissing. Nothing about my Billy is gross. Billy broke our kiss,
after what seemed like just a few seconds. I glanced at the clock.
It was 25 minutes until midnight, we had been kissing for almost
30 minutes. Billy led the way to my bedroom.
We entered my bedroom, and I felt I was in a strange place. Billy
started unbuttoning my shirt. All I could do, was to just stand there
and tremble. I couldn't think of anything, except that what I had
dreamed of for so long, was about to happen. In just a few
minutes, I would no longer be a virgin. Billy, my love, would teach
me. Billy would show me how to make love. Billy loves me.
He gently shoved me, and I sit on the edge of the bed. I was
suddenly aware, that my pants and underwear were around my
ankles. My dick was so hard, it ached. Billy untied my shoes, and
slipped them off. My socks were neatly folded, and laid on top of
my shoes.
As Billy slipped off my pants and underwear, my mind saw my
love as he was when he was 6, standing in his yard, as he grinned
and waved to me. I remembered how his cock had looked, the one
time I saw it, when he was 13. I remembered how I felt, as he told
me about his first blow-job. I remembered how I longed for it to
have been me, giving it to him. I remembered the hurt and pain, as
he told me how he had been fucked. Well, now he is mine. Maybe
just for this one night, but he is mine. I will have this time, to
last me the rest of my life.
Billy pushed me, and I lay flat on the bed. His mouth found mine,
as he gave me a deep kiss. His kisses traveled lower, as he kissed
my neck. His mouth found my nipple, and what he was doing to
my body, was almost enough to make me cum. He must have
known what he was doing to me. His mouth was suddenly around
my hard dick. He sucked once or twice, and I started screaming, as
I was shooting my cum into his wonderful mouth. I never knew a
climax could feel like that. I felt as if I was falling off the edge
of the world. I wasn't scared. My Billy was holding me. My lover
would take care of me.
I don't know how long it took for me to recover. When I came
back to earth, Billy was still gently sucking on my hard dick. I
pulled him up to me, so I could kiss that extraordinary mouth. I
could fell his hard dick pushing against his pants, as he lay on top
of me. His mouth had a strange taste. It was bitter-sweet, and
salty. There was a hint of bleach in the taste of his mouth. I knew
that it was me, that I was tasting.
I started working his shirt and pants off of him, keeping as much
body contact as I could. He kicked off his shoes, and I rolled him
over onto the bed. I stripped off his socks and yanked off his pants
and underwear. His large cock sprang up at me.
I didn't even think. Just like a little kid, I went straight for
my cookies. The dark pinkish-brown skin of my lover's nut sac was
begging to be licked. My tongue was lapping at his nuts, as he moaned
and squirmed. The fat head of his dick was in my mouth. I might not
have known what I was doing, but I have read and dreamed enough
to know not to scrape him with my teeth. I sucked and licked the
dark purple head of his dick. It wasn't dirty. It was my Billy. He
soon groaned and pushed up. My mouth was being flooded with
his juice. I hungrily swallowed. It wasn't gross, it was the sweet
taste of my Billy.
I crawled up beside him, and wrapped him in a hug, as he lay
recovering. Gentle kisses to his neck, his cheek, and his lips. He
soon recovered enough to return kiss for kiss.
It seemed like I had been hard all my life, when Billy asked me if
I wanted to fuck him. There was nothing I wanted more in this
world, than to make love to him.
He went to the bathroom, and came back with a small jar of
Vaseline. He touched my throbbing cock, and it jumped as he
applied the grease to me. He then lay on his side, as he forced
some up and around his most private spot. I wanted to do it.
I took the jar from him, and with all the love in my heart, worked
it inside my young man, my finger going as deep into him as I
could.
Billy rolled onto his back, and lifted his legs to his chest. His
spot was inviting me to enter him. I lined my dick up with his lovely
opening, and gently and with all the love in my heart, I slowly
pushed in.
I have never had feelings as I was having with Billy. There was a
buzz inside my head. My whole body was tingly, and I was so light
headed, I was positive I would faint. He was so soft, so warm. So
right. As the head of my cock pushed past Billy's prostate, he
groaned, and I couldn't take any more. My nuts were emptying
into my love. I screamed as I clutched Billy; I shoved as deep
as I could into him.
I rested inside Billy, and I still had not gone soft. Billy was
humping his butt against me, so I started fucking into him. We
worked about 15 or 20 minutes, before Billy's muscles tightened
around my dick. He called my name, as he emptied his cum onto
his stomach. Once agin I climaxed into my lover.
I withdrew from Billy, and fell to his side. I was so tired. More so
then ever before in my life, but at the same time, I felt better then ever
before. I was happy and contented in my love for Billy. We
wrapped each other in our arms, and drifted off to sleep.
It was morning when we awoke. Billy was still beside me in my
bed. I kissed him, and as he rolled over his hard-on was poking my
thigh. I told him that I needed to have him inside me.
I know he loves me. I could tell from the way he prepared me to
receive his cock. I raised my legs, just as Billy had done for me last
night. He told me to relax, and push out, as he started into me. He felt
big, but the feel of him inside me was wonderful. The way he
would hit my prostate. The feel of his fat dick, as it massaged me.
How do I describe it? I can't. When I felt the wetness as he
splashed his cum into me, my heart filled with so much love for
him, that I didn't even know when I came. I wasn't aware of it,
until Billy was cleaning me with his tongue.
I don't know how long we lay there just hugging and kissing. We
finally forced ourselves up, and took a shower. A cold breakfast
with orange juice and coffee. Then he left. Oh, he will be back
before long. He just went to get his things. He'll be home soon.
The End
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