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We have all had encounters that we remember and those we want to forget, however this one has stuck in my mind, even though I have tried to put it out of my mind. I find myself remembering this eventful time and as I slip back to when it all happened, I wish that I could somehow go back and relive the experience, but then I wish again to forget it ever happen.
We have all had encounters that we remember and those we want to forget, but this particular one has stuck in my mind, even though I have for so long tried to put it out of my mind. However, I do periodically find myself remembering this eventful time in my life and when I slip back to when it all happened, I find myself wishing it would somehow materialize again or that I could somehow go back and relive the experience. When it does creep back into my thoughts, I find myself going back to that fateful time in my life, revisiting the experience, thinking about what actually took place but because I have mixed feeling about what happened, I eventually wish again to forget it ever happen.

It all happened around the time when I had turned fifteen-year-old, a delinquent; skipping class to hang out with friends at the local game room by the high school. A group of us always hung there during school, after school, and on weekends and at the time, I had always been able to get a girl and I had several girl friends over the years, but being a rather shy young man, I was still a virgin, but that was all about to change.

As I said, I was spending a lot of time at the game room near school during the day and had started to become good friends with a man that ran the game room, and for this story, I will refer to him as John. John was probably ten or fifteen years older than me, had dark skin and dark hair, and it wasn’t until a little later that I found out he was the owner of the game room.

Everyone at the school liked hanging out up at the game room during the day and sometime, even into the evening, including me, and I really didn’t take notice of John to much at first, but I think he must have been watching me. He undoubtedly noticed how much time I was spending at the game room, and I think at some point, he must have decided to see if he could encourage me to be in a relationship with him. I really was somewhat naive and because of that I had no idea John was gay but it would soon be quite evident.

All of my interactions with John were fairly innocent. Our conversations were nothing more than asking him for change to play on the machines or the casual, “Hello” as I entered the game room, but it soon progressed to him give me free games on the pinball machines when I was hanging out there and there were occasions when a few of the older guys that worked at the game room we’re offering me pot and pills, which I eagerly accepted.

My friendship with John grew and soon he was asking me to go out for breakfast or lunch with him, which at first I was reluctant to do, but John eventually convinced me it would be ok. I liked the attention and I was actually enjoying skipping classes to hang out at the game room, even though my grades were hurting.

The Proposal

As I said, John had started taking me out for breakfast and lunch now,and I felt it was okay because had built up my trust and our friendship had become strong. Our conversations were always innocent, at least on the surface, however all the while looking for an opening that would entice me to sleep with him. With that said, there was one particular moment when we were out for breakfast that stands out as the turning point in our friendship, one that whenever I think about what happened, is the time that changed our simple friendship to one that was more of a relationship.

It was a day, like any other day when John and I were out for breakfast, but this time our simple conversation turned to a conversation about sex and girls. I didn’t think anything of it at the time and when John asked if I had a girl friend, I told him no. He then asked if I had ever been with a girl, and as I mentioned earlier I had been with several girls but I had not gone all the way, and not thinking I said, “Yea.”

But I think somehow, he knew I hadn’t, because he quickly said, “So you’ve had sex, huh,” and because I hadn’t had sex yet, I told him no. Our conversation paused for a second, and laughingly he asked, “Do you liked boys?” Looking at him sharply I quickly said, “No, I just hadn’t had the chance yet.”

John quickly changed the subject by asking what hair color I liked, boobs, asses, etc., and when we laughed a little, I felt our conversation had returned to one that was more easy going, but John felt he had the opening he was looking for and so he needed to find out if there was a chance to get me in bed. The conversation paused and then John said, “I know you said you only like girls, I get it, but do you ever look at a guy and think, hey he’s attractive.”

I again told him, “No, I don’t think about whether a guy is attractive or not.”

There was a lull in our conversation but then he said, “Well, I think some girls attractive but some are not so attractive,” and when I agreed, he continued by saying, “I also think there are some guys that are attractive too.”

I was stunned, but he continued by explaining, “You know, some actors and actresses are kind of good-looking,” do you know what I mean.”

I apprehensive agreed, and John chuckled saying, “See, I knew you understood that there are nice looking girls and guys, right.”

I felt that our conversation was friendly once again and when our conversation paused again, John asked if everything was ok. I simply nodded saying yea, everything was good and as he quickly tried to change the subject he told me that he really enjoyed my company and told me it was nice to be able to talk with me. Agreeing, I told him I enjoyed his company too, which I think made him realize he needed to keep his approach more subtle. The conversation was once again easy going and then he casually told he was sorry if he had embarrassed me. I nodded my head and told him it was ok. John smiled and as he said, “Good,” he quickly continued by saying that he understood that I only like girls, and as I looked up in agreement, he smiled at me.

After a brief pause, John said, “Well, I need to tell you something and since you’re such a good friend I know I can trust you.” I inquisitively looked across the table and wondered to myself, “What is he going to tell me now?”

Listening nervously, he proceeded to tell me he was bisexual. I had not heard this before and so after a short pause to see my reaction and not getting one, he asked me if I know what that was. I simply said, “No,” and as I did, John leaning forward and seemed to relish the opportunity to explain that it meant he was attracted to women but that he sometimes found men to be attractive too. I was stunned, what was he trying to tell me?

He continued by telling me that he also liked sleeping with women and sometimes he like sleeping with men too. I was speechless but continued by asking me what I thought about it. I did not know what to do or say, and as the conversation paused for a second; I told him that I was not sure. John then smiled at me and said, “I really enjoy our time together, and because you have been such a good friend, I felt it was important to tell you.” I became nervous and wondered, ”What was he saying? He reached his hand across the table and continued by said that he liked being able to spend time with me and pausing said, “I find you attractive.”

I was so nervous, and the conversation paused again for a second, but he continued by saying, “I felt I needed to tell you that because I have had thought about asking you if you’d like to come over to my apartment.” The situation was making me very uneasy and I think he knew it too. I did not know what to do; this man was my only way back to school and he must have known that the conversation troubled me, so he immediately tried to calm the situation by saying to me not to worry, that he was not going to do anything unless I felt the same way. I was relieved for a moment but still nervous and speechless, I did not know what to do or say.

We soon left the restaurant and headed back to the game room and in the car, I think he knew I was upset, but having played his hand, he needed to press the issue a little more, but needed to try to calm things down a little. John said, “Thanks for listening, that was such a load off my mind to tell you.” He continued by saying, “You’ve been such a good friend, I want to get you something for being such a good friend.” I remained quiet but as we pulled into the parking lot, he asked me to think about it and asked me to please not tell anyone about what he had told me, because people wouldn’t understand. I told him I wouldn’t tell anyone and that I would think about it; how could I not think about it, even though at the time, it wasn’t sitting well with me about having sex with another man, but I nodded my head and said, “Yes.’

A few days later, I ventured back to the game room to hang out with friends and he asked if I had thought about it. I told him, “Yes that I had thought about it.” However, at the time I was still unsure. He said, “Come on let’s go get something to eat and we can talk about it.” On the way to the restaurant, I was quiet, because I was so nervous and noticing he asked what it was thinking, I said, “Nothing,” he said, “Come on, there must be something you really want,” and when I continued to not say anything, he became hard-pressed to get an answer.

He said, “Come on, there must be something.”

At the restaurant, we did not really talk about much, but I could sense he wanted to continue to find out what it would take to get me in bed. Eventually, I told him that I would really like to have a car. Pausing and looking up, I saw he was smiling. I now realized that I had given him the opening he was looking for and he quickly asked what kind of car I would like to have. I told him I was not sure, but he needed to keep the opening going and he kept probing to get me to tell him what kind of car I was interested in having. He asked if I liked Camaros, Firebirds, Mustangs, etc. and I told him I was not sure what kind I wanted.

He did not want to lose this chance, the chance to possibly getting me to agree to have sex with him. We left the restaurant and as we were driving back to the game room, he said to let him know what kind of car I would like to have and that he would try to get it for me. As we pulled into the game room parking lot, he again told me to let him know what kind of car I want. At the time, I was only thinking about having a car and not thinking about that I was actually giving him the opportunity to have sex with me, and as it would turn out it would be more than just once. As we parked and started to get out of the car, he reminded me to let him know, and as I said I would, he immediately asked if I would be able to tell him tomorrow. I told him I would try.

For the next few days, all I thought about was what kind of car I would like to have and as I thought about all the different kinds of cars, one kept coming to mind; it was a 1956 Chevy, but I also worried about what would happen if I actually went though with it, but I knew it was leaving me open to letting John have sex with me.

I was nervous, not sureif I could do it, but later that week I went over to the game room and there he was and when he eventually came up he casually asked how I was doing and then asked if I had made a decision. I was nervous and unsure as to how to answer, and when I didn’t reply right away he said, “Come on let’s go for a drive.”

In the car, he asked again. I really wanted a car, but didn’t know what to do. Pausing for a moment, I told him what I wanted. He too paused and looking at me said, “Great,” obviously excited. I told him that I would really like to have a ’56 Chevy. He again said, “Great,” and told me that he would start looking for one, and in my excitement, I then told him that I wanted it to be a two door with a V8 and I would like it to be midnight blue. He knew he needed to keep this excitement going and smiling he told me would get right on it. As we returned to the game room, I was thrilled but the thrill turned to nervousness.

The Agreement

A few days past when I was at the game room, he came up to me and told me he had found the car and said that we should take a drive and talk about it. He was very good and in the car, he said he had seen the car, it was very nice, all it needed was to be painted, and that I could have it in a week or so. I was so excited to see it and drive it, and knew it, but now he had a question for me. Pausing he continued the conversation by saying, “Well now that I have the car, are you ready to go with me.” I did not know what to say, but in the back of my mind, I knew there was going to be a catch to this whole thing. When I didn’t say anything he said, “I’ll tell you what, you come with me to my place tomorrow afternoon and give it a try and if you don’t like it, we can stop and I’ll still give you the car.” I felt a little better about it, and agreed to go with him. As we returned to the game room, he told me to come by tomorrow around noon. I was eager to have a car but worried about what was going to happen when I went with him to his place, but I also think deep down I was curious too. Later that same day when I was at home, I thought about everything I should do before tomorrow. I felt I needed to make sure I tried to clean myself out, not really know what was going to happen, but I think I had a good idea. I also realized I hadn’t cum for a few days and decided I should probably cum now so I can make it last longer tomorrow if he tries to make me cum.

The next day, I made sure to try to cleaning myself out a little, I took a long shower, even masturbated a little, to make I was able to get hard. Around noon, I headed up to the game room and was so nervous about what was going to happen, but all I could think about was that car he promised. He came up to me and casually said, “Are you ready?” Pausing, for a moment I simply replied, “Yes. “Are you sure,” ” he asked. When again I told him yes, he told me go ahead and go outside and told me he’d be right out. When he came out, he was smiling and we quickly we got in his car and headed off to his place.

The Act

As we drove, thought were racing through my mind. I knew we where going to his apartment, and I knew where it was taking me. Along the way, I think to break the tension, he asked if I was hunger and if wanted to get something to eat first. I said, No, I’m ok,” and soon we pulled into an apartment complex not far from the school. As we parked out front, we quickly went inside. His apartment was nicely furnished bright and clean looking and as I looked around, he proceeded to close the blinds in the front room and then he quickly ushered me into the back bedroom. As we walked down the short hallway, I noticed a bathroom in the hall on the right and across from that, there was what looked like a bedroom with the door cracked open a little. As we entered the back bedroom, he told me to go ahead and sit on the bed. As I did, he went over and closed the blinds, which immediately darkened the room; muting the light a little bit, but some light was able to slip past the blinds.

It was a king size bed and as I quickly scanned the room I could see it was a large bedroom with a bathroom toward the back. He now sat on the edge of the bed next to me and asked if I was ok. I nodded my head yes and as I did he put his hand on my thigh and rubbing it and telling me to relax and said not to worry, everything would be all right. I simply nodded and as I did, he stood up and he told me to go ahead and take off my clothes, and said that he would be right back. I watched as he walked toward the bathroom, which I presumed was where he was going to take off his clothes.

I sat there quietly for a second as he closed the door, but quickly i figured I had better get undressing before he returns. I took of my shoes, my shirt, pants, and my socks, and piled them at the end of the bed. However, I decided to keep my underwear on, probably in an attempt to save some dignity or to give me some sense of security.

As I sat there for what seemed like a few minutes, I then heard the door to the bathroom open. John stepped out, and turning off the light, he walked toward me as I sat on the bed.

He was wearing a long sleeved, button down shirt and as I watched him walking toward me I tried to see what he looked like naked, trying to see his cock, but my eyes hadn’t readjusted and his shirt was conveniently covering him. As he got closer, I turned my gaze, not wanting him to notice I was looking.

As he sat next to me, John asked if I was ok and as he put his hand on my thigh he immediately noticing that I still had on my underwear. John then looked at me and asked, “What’s wrong?”

I said, “What?” and as I did, he quickly dismissed it and told me to go ahead and lay down on the bed. Not actually knowing what he wanted, I turned and laid in the middle of the bed John then instructed me to move to the edge and asked me to lay on my side. I quickly shifted to my side and inched over until I was near the edge of the bed. This had me facing toward the wall that had the window with the closed blinds. As I lay on my side, he came around to that side of the bed, knelt on the floor in front of me, and started to rub my body and legs. He then propped my one leg up, which spread my legs, exposing my crotch. He then started rubbing my cock through my underwear and as he did, I tried to distance my thoughts from what was going on by looking at the window.

After a little while, he tried to take off my underwear, but struggling he asked me to help him. I quickly sat up, took them off, casting them to the floor, over the end of the bed, and quickly returned to my position. He now tried anxiously to get my dick hard, rubbing my cock and fondling my balls, eventually taking my limp cock into his mouth sucking and stroking it, but with me trying so hard to distance my thoughts, my dick wouldn’t get hard, which soon caused him to stop.

When he stopped, he asked, “Does it felt okay,” which brought me back into what was going on. I nodded in agreement and John then asked me to try to concentrate. I nodded again and as he started rubbing my cock, eventually sucking my cock again, I realized he wasn’t going to let me go until I had cum. I imagined cumming in his mouth and as I did, my cock started to get hard and noticing he stopped sucking my cock and as he continued rubbing my cock he said, “Yea, that’s it.” It did feel good in his mouth, and as he kept stroking and sucking my cock, I was really getting into it and I was starting to feel as though I was close to cum, but I wasn’t all the way hard. I tried to hold back, feeling I needed to wait until I was harder, but when I did, I started to lose my hard on. I had to concentrate again on cumming and soon I could feel it, I was close to cumming. I wasn’t hard but I needed to cum, so I concentrated and let it go, cumming in his mouth prematurely. I think it surprised him a little, maybe because I didn’t tell him I was going to cum, or maybe because I wasn’t hard but after the initial jerks and burst of cum in his mouth, he continued to suck, and my cum spilled into his mouth.

My cock quickly went limp in his mouth and in a disappointed voice he said,” Is that it,” and as I said, “What,” he quickly said, “I hope it felt good.”

When I didn’t reply, he stood up and told me to move over into the middle of the bed. I quickly scooted over to the middle of the bed and not know what he wanted I laid on my stomach. John had moved to the end of the bed and seeing me lying on my stomach said. “That’s it, now get on all fours, you know like a dog.”

As I got on all fours, he told me to move up toward the head of the bed a little. I was nervous, and wondered, “What was going to happen?” I could feel him climb on the bed behind me, and as he inched closer, he spread my legs slightly. He told me to put my head down on the pillow, which caused my ass to spread a little and made it feel as though my ass was in the air. He gently rubbed my back and my ass, eventually spreading my ass cheeks, and upon seeing my tight virgin hole, said, “That’s nice.” There was a slight pause, but then I could hear him opening what I assumed was a tube of KY. I listened, and could hear what I thought was him sloppily rubbing his cock with KY and after a short pause he touched my tight little hole with his finger, which immediately caused me to flinch, and pulling away, fearing he was trying to push his cock in me. As I rose up slightly, John right away said, “Don’t worry, relax” and told me to put my head back down. He gently touched my hole, dabbing it lightly with lube, he then slowly pressed his finger against my hole, eventually pushing his finger into me. It caused me to tighten a little, which had John tell me, “Try to relax.” I nodded and as he continued to finger me he said,” Oh, you’re really tight,” and asked if I was doing ok as he moved his finger in and out. It did feel good, so I replied, “Yes,” but as he took his finger out of me, and moved closer, he spread my legs a little more with his knees, telling me to relax. I nodded my head in agreement and I could feel him pushing the head of his cock against my hole. The pressure of him trying to push his cock in me didn’t hurt at first, but when the head of his cock finally penetrated me, the pain was suddenly excruciating. I rose up on all fours and pulled away in pain and his cock abruptly slipped out of me. This surprised him because he quickly asked me what was wrong. I told him it hurt and pausing he replied, “Okay,” and said that I needed to try to relax more and told me to let him know when it stopped hurting.

I nodded my head and put it back down on the pillow. My hole aches and I tried to delay him for as long as possible, hoping he would stop wanting to do it. He asked me a couple times how I was doing, and it wasn’t long before he decided he had waited long enough.

He said, “Ok, let’s try it again,” as he moved closer, spreading my leg, tell me to relax, and trying to convince me the pain would go away. I nodded my head as he again put lube on my hole and spreading my ass slightly he fingered my ass again.

I could feel him again trying to push the head of his cock in me, and as he did, I tried to relax. But immediately, it hurt and again I pulled away, which caused his cock slipped out of me. I told him it still hurt and could hear in his voice that he was frustrated. In an irritated voice he said, “Okay, let me know when your okay.”

The aching went away fairly quickly and again I hoped he might stop, however this time he didn’t wait long before saying, Okay, let’s try it again.”

He repeated that I had to relax and again explain that the pain would eventually go away, but told me that I needed to relax. What was I going to do, but came to the realization that he wasn’t going to stop until he got to fuck me. I told myself this time that I really needed to try to relax and as I nodded my head, he moved closer and again tried to push his cock in me.

Again, as he pushed his cock in me, it immediately started to hurt, I couldn’t do it, and when I tried to pull away, he held my hips not letting me pull away this time. I reached back trying to push him away and told him it hurt. He told me to stop moving, keeping the head of his cock in me and quickly said, “I’ll stop but you need to relax.” John pushed my hand away and I tried to relax but it continued to hurt. After a little bit he asked if I was doing, and when I didn’t reply he slowly continued to push his cock in me again. It continued to hurt the more he pushed and reaching back again, I asked him to stop. He stopped for a moment and taking hold my hand he continued to push his cock in me until he was pretty much all the way in. He was in me now and asked how I was doing. Even though it continued to hurt, I told him I was ok and as he let go of my hand, he started moving his cock in and out of my tight hole. It still hurt, and when I again reached back pushing him away telling him it was hurting. When he stopped and told me to relax, I rose up and tried to wiggle free, but he wasn’t going to let me loose. He held me tight and kept trying to moving his cock in and out of me again as he held my hips. He moved me back and forth, holding my hips, as he fucked me. It eventually started to feel good and my cock even got hard as he moved his cock in and out of me. However, he suddenly stopped, I could sense he was frustrated again and out of breathe explained, “I need you to help too,” I didn’t know what he meant until he explained that I needed to move back and forth with him. He again took hold of my hips and started moving me back forth showing me what he meant and said, “That’s it, keep going.” As I tried to keep the same motion, it started to feel good and I was really trying to get into it as he fucked me. Recognizing it I think, he reached around me, fondling my cock, which was now hard and said, “Oh yea, that’s it,” He only held my cock briefly and when he let go, he again took hold of my hips with both hands and started shorter quick strokes as he fucked me. It was hard to keep the same motion going, but then he suddenly said, “I’m gonna to cum.” He pulled me close, pushing his cock way inside me; it hurt and trying to pull away, he held me close and out of breath said, No, don’t move.” I knew he must be cumming in me and keeping my head down, I could feel his cock jerking inside me. He was out of breath now and as he hunched over me, and slowly moved his cock in and out of me before eventually pushing me flat on my stomach, He asked if I was ok, and then said, “That felt really good,” and asked if I liked it. When I did not say anything, he slowly pulled his cock out of me and as he rolled off the bed, he told me that I should go into the bathroom to clean myself out and directed me to use the hall bathroom. I quickly got off the bed and as I hurried into the bathroom, he told me to come back when I was finished. I was not sure what he meant by cleaning myself out, but as I stood there in the bathroom, I could feel something oozing out of my ass, so I sat on the toilet and wiping my butt, I tried to push out whatever was inside me. I managed to push out some of whatever was in me and as I looked in the toilet I could see that some had sank to the bottom and some floated, I figured it must have been his cum that sunk, but I was not sure. After a few minutes, I returned to the bedroom, and as I entered, he asked if I was ok as he moved closer to me. I nodding my head yes, and as he rubbed my back, he told me to get on the bed again. I thought to myself, “What was he going to do,” as I slowly got on the bed again. He had me move up and to put my head down on the pillow like last time and he immediately got on the bed behind me. He again spread my legs and fingered my ass with KY. What was I going to do, I didn’t want to do it again, but as he moved closer, spreading my legs further apart, he told me to relax. I started to wonder, “How could he be hard again so soon; he had just cum a few minutes ago.” I tried to tighten my ass in an attempt to stop him from putting his cock in me, but it was no use, his cock went in easily this time. I thought we were only going to do it once, I did not want to do it again, but his cock was in me now and grabbing me by my hips, he started moving his cock in and out of me. I decided I would not help by moving back and forth, as he fucked me and it didn’t take very long before he recognized I wasn’t helping. He was frustrated as he trued to forcefully move me back and forth so his cock was going in and out of me. He soon stopped and asked me what was wrong. I said, I thought we were only going to do it once. He then reached around taking hold of my cock, rubbing it and said, “I thought you liked it,” and taking hold of my hips said, “Come on, let’s do it one more time,” and he started to again fuck me by moving me back and forth. I didn’t want to do it anymore, but as he forced me to do it, it started to feel good, but suddenly he became so frustrated he stopped, quickly took his cock out of me and got off the bed. He told me to go ahead and get dressed and as I turned, I watched as he went into the bathroom. As he closed the door, I got off the bed and quickly started getting dressed and sat on the bed waiting. When he came out, he sat by me and pausing told me how nice it was with me and he asked, “Do you think you might want to do it again sometime?” I felt powerless, what could I do; I did not know what to say, and when I didn’t reply, he stood up saying, “Come on, let’s go.” I followed him out of the bed and as we walked down the hall, I noticed the door had somehow been closed on the other bedroom. I didn’t think about at the time, I just wanted to leave. We got in his car and as he started it, he told me that he was giving me a ride home. I was glad because I really didn’t want to see anyone after what happened. We didn’t say much on the way, but I could sense him looking over at me now and then. When we pulled up to my house he asked if I was ok and as I got out of the car, I told him I was ok and not looking back, I quickly headed inside. As I went into my room, the crack of my ass was wet and I suspected it was the lube leaking out of me and i didn’t want to think about it, but it was probably his cum too. I quickly went inside and began to worry about what had happened. I hastily went into the bathroom and took a shower where I tried again to push his cum out of me.

I waited a few days before I returned to the game room and immediately I saw him. John soon approached me and asked how I was and after telling him I was ok I ask about the car he had promised me, he said. “Let’s go for a ride.” I was reluctant to go but wanted to find out about the car. As he pulled out of the parking lot and drove, he tried to explain that the deal was to sleep with him and told me that I didn’t do that. I was in shock, “What was I going to do?” He then told me if I would try doing it again, he would consider giving me the car, but only if we were to do it again. I did not know what to say. I wanted the car, but did not want to have sex with him again. He then asked, “What do you think.” I paused and then said, “I thought we were only going to do it once.” He replied, “I thought you liked it.” I didn’t know what to do, I wanted the car, but didn’t want to do it again. We went back to the game room and he said to let him know if you want to try it again, and made sure to say that he would give me the car if I would try it again. I was distraught and ended up stayed away from the game room for a long time. When I did return, we were friendly to each other, like nothing ever happened, but it seemed that he was still looking for an opening to continue the relationship, and maybe in a way I actually wanted to do it again too. After about a month, he mentioned to me that he was moving to an apartment closer to where my parents lived. I was surprised, and then he told me that I should come by some time. I knew where his new apartment was and I was immediately curious and wondered what he was up to, but deep down I knew the reason he moved closer to where I lived was that he was still looking for a way to get me alone so that he could have sex with me again. He then explained that he still had the car and again said I should come by. I later realized that he had gone to this extreme because it was the end of the school year and he knew I probably wouldn’t be visiting the game room over the summer, so he wanted to create a way to keep in contact with me and hopefully have me to visit him.

New Place

I wanted that car and was curious about if it was over at his new apartment, so I eventually I did venture over to visit and scope things out. As I approached the door to his apartment, I became nervous, but I knocked on the door. Stepping back I wondered, “What was I doing,” but I was there. When he answered the door and asked me to come in, a feeling of uneasiness came over me. As I proceeded inside, the front room was rather large, but he was keeping it somewhat dark; the curtains closed and as I looked around and as I moved into the living room area and said, “Go ahead and have a seat.” I continued into the living room area, I looked for a place to sit, eventually sitting on the couch. As I sat down, he too quickly sat on the couch. He asking me how I was doing, and then said, “I’m glad you decided to come by, I was wondering if you would.” As I looked at him and nodded, he smiled and I told him that I couldn’t stay long, I just wanted to come by and see your new apartment. He reached over and touched me on my leg, which caused me to flinched, this in turn caused him to take his hand away. Pausing for a second, he said, “What’s wrong,” and when I didn’t say anything, he inched closer and said, “You know, I still think about the time we spent together,” and pausing asked me, “Have you thought about it?” I nodded my head yes and as I did, he smiled and touching my thigh again saying, “I’m, really glad you decided to come over.” I was nervous, and he continued by asking, “Why did you decide to come over?” I didn’t know what to say, but I too started to question it and thought to myself, why was I there? After a pause he said, “You know, I do still have the car; it’s in storage, but ... is that what you’re thinking about?” I think this was an attempt to see if I might actually be there to have sex again. Anyway, I was thinking about it but was that really why I was there? After another pause, I told him I had to go. He was visibly upset but I could see he was searching for what to say to keep me there. He now said, “Hey, what don’t I show you the apartment real quick before you leave.” I nodded my head and we stood up, he ushered me over to the kitchen area, which was right off the living room, and then said, “Come on,” as he walked toward what looked like the bedroom. I was nervous, but followed him into the bedroom. It was dark and as he closed the door, I turned to see him walking toward me. As he got close, he put his hands on my shoulders and said, “I think I know why you decided to come over.” Looking at him, he tried to kiss me, but I turned my head to the side. He kissed me on the cheek and then turned my head, and kissed me on the lips. “I have wanted to be with you again, he said, “and I think maybe you want to too, don’t you.” I was scared but didn’t pull away as he kissed me again, letting him put his tongue in my mouth and eventually I reciprocated by putting my tongue in his mouth. He grabbed my crotch fondling my cock through my shorts. I was getting hard and he certainly felt it. He now tried to take off my shirt, which I obligingly help him with, and he quickly tried to unbutton my shorts. He let them fall to the floor, and as I kicked them aside, I looked at him. He smiled and kissed me again, took off his shirt and his pants too. He knelt down and felt on my cock through my boxers, eventually pullin my boxers down. My cock was hard as he continued to fondle it and feel on my balls. He then stood up and took off his boxers. As I looked down to see he cock, he took me by the shoulders and pushed me down until I was on my knees. His cock was hard and I wanted to feel it, and I think he knew it. He held his cock out toward my face and said, “Go ahead, you know you want to feel it.” I looked up at him and eventually took his cock in my hand. He in turn put his hand on mine and made me start to rub it. He said, “Yea, that’s it.” He then took hold of the back of my head and pulled my head toward him. He guided his cock toward my mouth and said,”Go ahead, open your mouth.” He put his cock in my mouth and started to move it in and out of my mouth. He didn’t do it long and eventually pulled me to my feet, and said, “I want to be in you again.” I wanted to feel it again too, and when he turned me around, he bent me over the edge of the bed and rubbed my ass cheeks, spreading my ass, exposing my butthole. He now told me to get on the bed and as I did, he too climbed on with me. He had me lay on my side and he got right behind me, his cock against my ass. He started to dry hump my crack wanting him in me, but eventullay he stopped and leaning back he grabbed some lube. I wanted to feel his cock going in me and when he put KY on my hole, I leaned back, which spread my ass a little, wanting him to finger me. It felt good and as he rubbed the head of his cock against my hole, he told me to relax. I eagerly pushed back, wanting him to put it in me, wanting to feel the pain, and he obliged. It hurt but it felt good too and as I relaxed, I let his cock slip into me. He reached around me now, taking hold of my cock as he started to fuck me. It felt so good and I wanted to feel him cum in me, so I tried to move back and forth helping him fuck me. It didn’t take long before he was saying, “I’m going to cum.” He gave a few quck thrust and then pushed his cock deep in me and held me close. I knew he was cumming, I could feel his cock jerking in me and his warm cum spilling inside me too. He then slowly moved his cock in and out of me, but only briefly. He kissed me on the back and slowly took his cock out and out of breath, rolled on his back next to me. He had cum a lot and almost immediately it started to seep out of me. I tried to squeeze my cheeks to stop it, but it kept seeping. John now sat up and pushing me onto my stomach, rubbed my ass, spreading my cheeks, wanting to see my cum drenched hole. He then told me that I had betterI go into the bathroom. When I got up, his cum continued to leak out and run down the inside of my thigh as I walked toward the bathroom. I cleaned myself and quickly went back to the bedroom. It was dark, but I saw John was under the cover waiting for me. He said, “Come on,” so I got in bed with him, he pulled me close, and asked if I was ok. I quickly told him I was okay and when I did, he started fondling my cove eventually stroking me. I wanted to cum and he knew it. He pushed me to lay on my back and he cast the covers back as he sat up, and he continued to stroke me. He then said, “Cum for me, Let me see you cum.” I tried to concentrate, I wanted to cum. He put his mouth on my cock briefly and as he kept stroking me, I was ready to cum. It felt good and I told him I was going to cum. He stopped sucking but kept stroking me. I said, “I’m cumming.” I shot my load on my stomach as he he slowly stroked my cock. It felt good and looking down, cum covered my cock, his hand and my stomach He eventually stopped and gently rubbed my cum all over my stomach. He now looked up at me and remarked,”That was a lot,” and asked, “Did you like that?” I said, “Yea, that felt good.” As I left, he told me to come over again andI told him that I couldn’t stay long he said, “Maybe next time you can stay a little longer.” After that, I never spent time with him again, and the car never did materialized. However, when I returned to the game room several months later, I saw he was starting to take other boys to lunch and breakfast, probably doing the same thing to them. I did try to contact him much later, but never did find him. I have thought about trying to have sex with another guy, but these days, it could have deadly consequences.
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