I was born and raised in the Midwest and after attending a small private university for two years I decided to seek my independence. At age 20, I moved to California in 1974, intending to work a year before enrolling in college to complete my degree. I was a straight, tall, blonde, fairly attractive man standing 6-3, 200 pounds, sexually inexperienced and a bit naïve with average endowment; certainly not a cocksman. One of the first odd jobs I took on was weekly housecleaning for a wealthy middle-aged man named Ron, an attractive, tallish, tanned male with a medium build. Ron lived by himself in a large home in a gated community in the hills above Los Angeles. My housecleaning duties took place every Friday morning usually at a time when Ron was not at home.
A couple of weeks into the work, I decided to snoop around a little and much to my surprise I discovered a treasure trove of gay porn magazines hidden away in a chest at the foot of the upstairs master bedroom bed. I was horrified, but then my curiosity got the best of me. I started to leaf through the pages of a few mags and discovered some erotic photos of very attractive men. As I stared at the models’ often erect penises I could feel a surge in my groin. Confused and aroused, my cock grew into a raging boner. I began rubbing the bulge in my tight jeans., before finally dropping my pants to stroke my cock. After a few strokes and before reaching a climax, I came to my senses and somehow stuffed my package back in my pants. I completed my work and left Ron’s house with a tingling sensation in my crotch. On my short drive home I pulled my hard dick out and gently massaged it, anticipating the incredible jackoff section awaiting me at home. To say it was short and sweet is an understatement. Seconds after stroking my hard cock I erupted into a cum explosion typical of a 20 year old man.
My mind was swirling in the days before my next visit to Ron’s house. I convinced myself I would not repeat my previous experience with Ron’s gay porn stash. That lasted until I arrived to start work. After a small bit of hesitation I immediately re-discovered Ron’s collection of erotic ecstasy. The cock bulge in my jeans was already at full size as I walked up the stairs. I opened the pages and proceeded to the bathroom where I could masturbate to climax, and clean up the mess easily. A little bit into my joyful strokes while fully distracted by the task at hand, I was horrified to see Ron standing in the doorway of the bathroom. There was nowhere to hide so I was ready to face the music that turned into a lovely symphony. I was literally caught with my pants down, and what happened next stays with me 50 years later.
Standing in the bathroom with my still-hard cock I fully expected Ron to fly into a fit of rage. Instead, and without a single word spoken, Ron approached me and began fondling my cock. He led me back into the bedroom with my cock in his hand and started to undress. I could see his growing member as he removed his briefs. During the few seconds when I wasn’t staring at his engorged 7” cock, I marveled at his fit body that lacked even a hint of tan lines. Not knowing what else to do, I gently began fondling him in a most enjoyable way. Although this was my first experience holding the penis of another man, it felt so natural. After a few mutual strokes, he led me to his bed, and we lay side by side, Ron rubbed my entire body until he reached my throbbing tool. After a few more loving strokes, Ron’s began licking my engorged cock, spending blissful moments on my balls, tip and shaft. Minutes later, I exploded in an ecstatic explosion of cum on his face. As I laid back for a few moments, I realized Ron deserved the same pleasure as he had given me. However, knowing I had never performed oral sex on a man, I feared I wouldn’t know what to do. Somehow, I figured out the next steps; caressing his beautiful cock, joyfully sucking it and bringing it to climax by hand. As we laid side by side my mind raced, thinking about what will happen next. Sensing my confusion and awkwardness, Ron helped me make sense of what just happened. He got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and grabbed towels for both of us. We wiped ourselves and got dressed in silence. I let myself out of the house without completing the housecleaning and never saw or heard from Ron again.
My first gay experience was bittersweet. While I thoroughly enjoyed the passionate sex, I realized I probably could not fully immerse myself into a gay lifestyle. There have been a few gay/bisexual dalliances since that first incredible encounter, but I have been in a heterosexual relationship for the last 20 years.
Make no mistake, the memories of Ron are still with me, and thoughts of that day still make my cock swell.
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