Erick

I’m Erick. I’m nineteen years old, 5’ 11” and 165 lbs. I have wavy blond hair and blue eyes. I’m not overly muscular. I’d say I’m somewhere between a jock and a twink. I had just returned home from my aunt and uncle’s farm. I used to love going there every Summer as a kid, helping to sow the fields and milk the cows. This year was different. I was supposed to start college last September, then my uncle broke his leg, and my mom and dad asked me if I would be willing to postpone college for a year so I could help my aunt and uncle with the farm. Of course, I agreed and thought I could study in the evenings to get a head start on the following year. Well, I didn’t have a lot of time for studying, though I did get some in. I had no idea how much time my uncle had to put in to keep his farm going. He did have a few farm hands but did most of the work himself in order to keep above water financially. Anyway, in mid-June of the next year, I said goodbye to my aunt and uncle as he was fully recovered and was able to resume working. They appreciated my help and were sorry that I had to postpone college to help them. I now had a couple of free months before college and realized most of my friends had already gone off to college or to find work. It was looking like a very boring Summer. At least I’d have time to study.

It was the beginning of July, and I was at a family July 4th cookout. It was a yearly event attended by aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents, and family friends. It was fun, but I was glad when it was coming to an end and people were preparing to leave. I was thinking I could finally head up to my room, lock the door and bring up some porn on my laptop. I knew as soon as they got things cleaned up, my parents would head to bed. I decided to help them clean up to move things along. Well, of course departing guests in my family was always a ritual. As soon as they were getting ready to leave, they’d remember something they wanted to share, then something else would come up. It took forever for anyone to leave. Needless to say, I had everything cleaned up before all the guests had actually driven off.

As I was scanning through the different porn sites, I recalled the only gay club in our mid-sized town. It was just off the main section of downtown. I’d driven by it a few times wondering what it was like inside. I remembered hearing schoolmates joke about it, using homophobic slurs. Of course I laughed along, not wanting to out myself. I also heard about guys cruising around the area. It piqued my curiosity. What if I drove nearby, parked, and checked things out? Then I decided it was a bad idea. I scrolled through a few more sites, then found myself grabbing my keys off the hook and quietly closing the door behind me.

I found myself parked about two blocks away from the club without a plan. I pondered why I was there, what did I think to accomplish. I couldn’t go inside the club; they’d surely card me. I sat there for a few minutes, then made a decision. I would walk by the club, go around the block, then get back in my car and head back home. What the fuck was I thinking? Why did I even drive here? I climbed out of my car, locked the door and started walking. As I approached the entrance to the club, I saw a few people going inside. As I began walking by the entrance, a guy, probably in his mid-thirties passed in front of me. He winked and said, “Hi cutie.” I blushed as I walked passed. He was pretty hot in a rugged kind of way. I heard him say, “Nice ass too” as I continued walking and he entered the club. My heart was beating rapidly after that encounter. I turned left at the end of the block and continued walking. As I got to the half street, a car was driving up to the stop sign. As I waited to cross, an older gentleman approached me. He said, “I’ll pay you twenty dollars if you let me blow you.” My mouth dropped just as the car stopped at the stop sign. I wasn’t sure how to answer. The guy was probably in his late fifties or early sixties, and I was trying to decide how to tell him no without hurting his feelings. Older guys just weren’t a thing for me. That’s when I saw the guy in the Honda Civic, at the stop sign, look over at me. He looked around my age, give or take a year or two. He was cute, had curly, chocolate brown hair hanging just above his eyebrows. He smiled as the guy in front of me said, “I’ll make it thirty.” The guy in the Civic then turned left and headed away. I politely told the guy in front of me, thanks but no thanks, before walking across the half street to get away, and knowing I may have blown my chance with the guy in the Civic. Was there a chance with the guy in the Civic? He may have been smiling out of pity for me.

I walked to the end of the block and turned left again. I was both turned off by the older gentleman’s offer; I was not a prostitute, and I was turned on by the Civic driver. When I got to the end of the next block, I turned left again and wondered whether I should just turn left at the end of the next block or turn right, and head back to my car. As I approached the intersection of the half street, another guy approached me. He looked older than the guy at the other end of the block. I suddenly felt like a rabbit in an eagle’s nest as I saw several other older guys peering out from the shadows waiting to pounce if the guy in front of me failed to get me in his clutches. I needed to get out of there, quickly. Before the guy said anything, I said, “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested”, then stepped around him. I hurried across the half street and decided that I’d be making a right at the end of the block and heading back to my car. That was until the Civic passed by me and the driver gave me a smile with a motion of his head. I wondered what he had meant by that. I made a left at the end of the block. One more trip. As I passed the club, I could hear the music playing inside with the bass beating a rhythm I could dance to. Two women passed in front of me and smiled. One of them said, “Boy, you’d be a whole candy factory inside this place. What’s your name?” I stammered out, “Erick” as I realized the voice was too deep to be a woman’s. OMG! So, this was the gay community. It could be fun, once I was old enough to go inside. I smiled, then turned to continue walking. I made the left at the end of the block and then trepidation set in as I walked toward the half street and the expected rush of older guys swooping down on their prey. I was thinking this was a fucking mistake. Then as I approached the intersection, several older guys began walking toward me. My heart began beating rapidly. Were they about to rush me and haul me down the half street to who knows where? Suddenly, my knight in shining Civic arrived, driving up the half street to the stop sign. He rolled the passenger side window down. I quickly moved to the window. He smiled, and said, “Hey. Want to talk? Get in.” I quickly opened the door but before I got in, another guy stepped up beside me. He was about my age, with stringy, unkept, dark hair and bad complexion. He pulled out a tiny zip-lock bag with a white powder in it, and said, “Twenty bucks.” I said, “No thanks” then climbed in the car. He leaned in the window and said, “Or if you two would rather, I get in, we go somewhere quiet and I’ll let you both suck my dick, then this is yours” indicating his packet. The driver of the Civic said, “How ‘bout you peddle your drugs somewhere else.” He then began putting the window back up, forcing the guy to move away. We looked at each other and laughed. I said, “Hey. I’m Erick. Thanks for the rescue.” He grinned and said, “No problem. They seem intimidating, like wolves after sheep. I’m Tom.” I said, “Yeah, like bald eagles after small prey, and I felt like a young rabbit.” Tom laughed and asked, “You have a problem with bald guys?” I said, “No, I was referring to their age, white hair. I mean, I’m not saying older guys shouldn’t be having sex or anything. I’m just not into having sex with older guys. I’d rather stick with guys closer to my own age.” Tom said, “Yeah, me too.” I asked, “So, what’s it like, doing this?” He looked at me and asked, “Doing what?” I said, “Cruising around, looking for guys to pick up.” I could see the hurt in his eyes and regretted what I’d said. He said, “This is only the second time I’ve come down here. I did it about a month ago, even got out of my car and walked around the block like you. Then the wolves pounced and scared me off. Tonight, I was bored and thought I’d give it one more try. Then I saw you. I thought that maybe if we talked before the wolves got you, maybe there was an opportunity to see if we could maybe connect and see what happens.” I said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to compare you to them, I was just curious about how all this works. I’m new to all this. I was away for a year, helping my uncle on his farm. He had broken his leg. I had to delay college.” Tom said, “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope your uncle is ok now.” I replied, “He’s back in the saddle, or tractor to be precise. So now I’m back home before starting college in the Fall.” Tom smiled, “That’s good to hear. So, you mess around with some of the farm hands while at your uncle’s.” I grinned, “No, I didn’t really talk to any of my uncle’s help. There were only a couple, and they mostly stayed to themselves. I was mostly runnin’ the tractor and sometimes helped my aunt milk the cows.” Tom asked, “You mean like this?” Tom indicated like he was jerking himself off. I felt my face flush and said, “No, they have these things that go over their udders to pump out the milk.” Tom chuckled, “I thought maybe you were getting in some practice.” We both laughed. I knew I was redder than fucking hell. I could feel the heat in my face.

I hadn’t even took notice of where Tom was driving until he asked, “Is there somewhere we could go to hang out, maybe get to know each other? Somewhere private maybe? I’m not too familiar with this city. I live about thirty miles to the north, near Bentville.” I laughed, “This isn’t a city, maybe a town.” Tom said, “Bigger than anything where I live. I mean it has a gay club and all.” I laughed, then said, “Yeah, it was closed for like decades. They said it closed soon after the aids epidemic hit. It just reopened a few years back, when I started high school.” Tom said, “Yeah, I heard about it opening back up. Heard my uncles and grandfathers complaining about it and saying it would bring back the aids epidemic. They’re clueless when it comes to modern medicine.” I began directing him where to drive and we were soon on Skyline Road. It was a nice ride. You could see the lights of the town down in the valley. Tom said, “Nice view. I was never up here.” I had him pull into an overgrown parking area. You could tell it was still used but infrequently as there were weeds two feet high in some places. We talked for a bit inside his car. Tom told me he was hired a few months ago at a local bank. He told me he had an older sister who married last year, and that he was still living at home with his parents. Then he asked, “Want to get out and get some air. It’s a little stuffy in this old Civic.” I said, “Sure. I want to show you something.” We walked on what used to be a path that led to an area where there were three round asphalt surfaces. They were full of cracks from age and neglect. There were a few benches, mostly broken by vandals, the wooden seats and backs mostly rotted, and the concrete frames broken into pieces. One of them though had two unbroken and intact wood slats, so we sat down next to each other. I said, “When I was little, my parents used to bring me up here to ride my bike, well first it was a tricycle. They told me these asphalt circles were put in long ago. They used to have motorized airplanes you would fly, that were attached to guidewires. There weren’t any wireless remotes back then. Can you imagine having those planes just doing circles while you held them?” Tom was grinning, “I wonder how many of them guidewires broke and had the planes fly off into the woods or down the hillside.” I laughed. Then I felt his hand on mine. He asked, “Is this ok.” I looked at him and nodded. He began moving his head toward mine and soon our lips met. His lips were soft. I had kissed a few girls back in high school at dances and the few dates I had gone on, but this seemed electric. Then his tongue found its way into my mouth. This was new. I saw him looking into my eyes, then he suddenly broke the kiss and began laughing. I was dismayed. I must have done something wrong. Tom stifled his laughter and said, “I’m sorry. When my tongue entered your mouth, your eyes opened wide. I’m sorry, but it was too cute. Hasn’t anyone kissed you like that before?” My face was hot again and I knew I was blushing, “No, none of the girls I dated in high school ever did that, and I never did it to them either.” Tom looked at me strangely, “None of the boys either?” I stammered, “No, I didn’t, I haven’t…” Tom looked at me for a few seconds and then said, “Wait, are you telling me that I’m the first guy to kiss you?” I nodded, then said, “I watched gay porn online, but I’ve never been on a date or anything with a guy.” Tom grinned, “So, you decided it was a good idea to go downtown to the gay club you’d never get into and maybe hook up with some guy off the street?” I felt like an idiot, “Yeah, I guess that does sound like a very bad idea hearing you say it.” Suddenly, Tom’s grin turned into a warm smile, “And yet, here we are. It could have gone way sideways, but it didn’t. We’re here, sitting together, with all those amazing stars and yet, I’d rather look at the one in front of me, a shy, innocent, cute, probably naive guy I’m so happy I’ve found.” I smiled and felt the heat rush to my face once again, and as Tom leaned toward me, I leaned toward him too, and we kissed again. This time I welcomed his tongue and even explored his mouth with my own. My head swam and electric tingles ran up my spine and back down to another area of my anatomy. I saw stars and yet my eyes were closed. His lips tasted so sweet, like mint and strawberries. Then I felt his hand on my thigh, squeezing it so lightly. I moaned on his lips. His other hand pulled mine to his own thigh. I squeezed it lightly, imitating him, then he pulled my hand up further to the hardness beneath. It was his turn to moan as I gently squeezed the slab of meat inside his pants. His own hand moved to mine which throbbed at the attention. The hand that had brought mine to his crotch left and was soon snaking up inside the front of my shirt, rubbing my chest and causing my nipples to harden beneath his touch. Tom broke our kiss and he pulled up on the hem of my shirt and said, “Why don’t we get this off?” I raised my arms and allowed him to pull off my shirt. I then helped him remove his and liked what I saw beneath it after he tossed it aside. He had a nice, solid chest, not overly muscular, but toned, like a swimmer, or maybe from work on a farm. It was hairless until below his belly button where the brown treasure trail lead down below the waistband of his jeans. It kind of resembled my own, but slightly more muscular. His nipples were hard like mine and I’m not sure why, but I leaned in and licked his left one, then the right. He groaned and said, “Fuck, that’s hot!” That encouraged me and I continued, then felt a little mischievous and used my teeth a little, eliciting an animal-like growl from him. He grabbed my head and pulled me into his chest, then lifted me up for another kiss. When we broke that kiss, Tom said, “Let’s lay out our clothes and make out on the grass.” We laid our shirts out and then Tom began taking of his jeans. I wasn’t expecting that, at least not right away. I watched him step out of each leg. I was mesmerized by his legs, the brown hair heavy from the knees down, but above the knees, it was nearly hairless. The forest green Calvin Klein briefs contrasted nicely with his tanned skin. The briefs were filled out well in both front and back. He spread his jeans out below his shirt then stopped and looked at me with a smile. I was still staring at him, then he asked, “Are you going to take those off?” I then realized I must have looked like an idiot just staring at him, “Sorry, yes, I’m sorry I was staring at you.” Tom smiled and said, “Don’t be, because now I get to watch you strip too.” I smiled with embarrassment as I opened my jeans and slid them down my legs. I could feel his eyes on me. He said, “I like your blue briefs. They make your blue eyes pop.” I smiled and said, “Thanks”. They were just a basic pair of Hanes briefs. He stepped toward me and pulled our bodies together, and we kissed again while rubbing our brief-clad bone-stuffed crotches together. I had to pull back, afraid I would cum from just that contact with him. He looked concerned, “What’s wrong? Am I moving too fast?” I wasn’t sure what to say, but I needed him to know that it wasn’t anything he did, or maybe it was exactly what he or we were doing. I said, “I’m sorry. I just, I was…” I was too embarrassed to say it, that I was afraid I was about to cum. Tom asked, “Are you ok?” I smiled sheepishly and said, “Yeah, I’m good”, then I spread my jeans out on the ground. We then laid down, side by side. Tom caressed my face before we leaned together and kissed. Then Tom’s hand began rubbing my stiff cock over my briefs. My breath hitched and Tom asked, “Is this ok?” I broke the kiss and nodded, then reached down and grasped Tom’s stiff rod. I felt a wetness in his briefs at the tip of his cock. I knew there was the same in my own briefs, and I’m sure I added more as soon as I put my hand on his cock. Then his hand found its way into my briefs. My brain exploded! I’d never felt another hand on my stiff cock before. It was fire, or more like fireworks! Then he said, “Let’s get these off” before taking my briefs and tugging them off. I lifted my hips to assist him. He then allowed me to remove his, and after removing them, I stayed on my knees, staring at his manhood as it proudly hung just above his abs. He was circumcised, like me, with an arrow shaped head. There was a clear drop of pre at the tip. I noticed he must trim his pubes as they were perfectly trimmed but not shaved. Then his hand wrapped around my own stiff cock and he began stroking it. He said, “Lie back down beside me and we can do each other.” I did as he asked. Once we were side by side, He took me in his hand again and began stroking me. I tentatively reached over and wrapped my hand around his bare, steely hard cock. It felt warm and silky in my hand. I then began stroking it. It felt so incredibly naughty, so fire. Then I suddenly panicked, “Oh, shit! Fuck!” I began shooting cum all over both of us. It struck like lightning. It happened so quickly. I also felt like I was being struck by lightning each time a rope of cum erupted from my cock. When I finally trickled out the last of my seed, my chest was heaving for breath. I turned toward Tom and found him grinning at me. I quickly turned my head, “I’m sorry. I…” Tom’s hand reached around and took my opposite cheek and turned me to look at him, “Don’t be sorry. That was hot as fuck, Erick. There’s no need to be sorry.” I said, “But I came so soon, and I made a mess on both of us.” Tom smiled, then reached for his briefs and began wiping my cum from us both. I wanted the ground to swallow me, I was so embarrassed. Once he had wiped my cum from us, Tom leaned over me and said, “That was some load you shot” then leaned down and kissed me. My head swam in embarrassment and doubt. Why would he want to kiss me after that? I surrendered to his kiss though and relaxed a bit. When he broke the kiss, he asked, “Do you think you have another load in these?” He asked that, as he softly grasped my balls in his hand. I nodded, not sure if I actually did after the load I had just covered us in. Tom said, “Good, because I want to suck this weapon of mass eruption.” I grinned at his silly comment, then he asked, “Would you want to suck mine? We could sixty-nine.” I smiled and nodded. I was going to suck my first cock. Would I like it?

Tom flipped around and we lay on our sides. Tom wasted no time taking my still stiff cock in his mouth. He pulled back off me, and I wondered what was wrong. Tom smiled, “You taste really good”, then took me back in his mouth. I looked at the enticing one-eyed monster before me, then tentatively licked the clear drop of pre from the tip. Fuck, it tasted good. I licked it again, then slowly put my lips over the soft, spongy head. I was not displeased. Tom tasted good. I moved my lips halfway down the silky shaft, then back to the corona as Tom was doing amazing things to my own cock. I was hoping I wouldn’t cum too soon once again. I wanted to be able to at least warn him so he could pull off me. I thought if I concentrated on sucking Tom that maybe it would prolong my own orgasm. It seemed to be working as I was enjoying sucking Tom’s cock, trying to imitate what he was doing to me. Then I felt Tom’s hand rubbing my ass. It felt nice and I reached back and began rubbing and squeezing his buns as well. Then I felt a finger at my entrance and panic struck once again. I pulled off Tom’s cock and said, “Oh, fuck! Tom, I’m about to cum!” I tried to pull my cock from his mouth, but he pulled me in closer and held me there. I cried out as my cock shot its first rope into Tom’s mouth. I then took Tom’s cock back into my mouth, if nothing more than to muffle my moans. Tom stayed on my cock and I began moving my mouth on him again as I moaned on his cock and flooded his mouth with my seed. I was amazed that he wanted to swallow my cum, then thought that I needed to do the same, no matter what it tasted like. As my orgasm was subsiding, Tom’s cock seemed to swell in my mouth and then it happened. His cock pulsed between my lips and a wad of Tom’s cum hit the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. I swallowed instinctively, but I also tasted the creamy, slightly salty seed that tickled my tongue. As he continued to pump my mouth full of his seed, it felt like millions of tiny sperm were tickling my tongue as they swam in my mouth. I reluctantly but swallowed as a necessity, as I continued sucking and licking his cock as the pulses became further and further apart before finally ceasing. Tom pulled off my cock and began pulling his own from my mouth as he said, “Stop! It’s too sensitive!” I reluctantly allowed him to pull free of my lips but kept them tightly around him. I didn’t want to miss a drop of his seed. He then flipped back around and looked at me with a shit-eating grin, “Your cum tastes so fucking good! What do you think? Did you enjoy it?” I grinned while nodding my head rapidly. He asked, “So, what did you think about your first blowjob?” I said, “I really enjoyed it. I wasn’t expecting your cum to taste so good.” He grinned sheepishly, “I meant, how did you enjoy me sucking your cock? Did I do ok?” It was my turn to smile sheepishly. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, sure I was red as fuck. I said, “It was fire! I was so afraid that I was going to cum too soon again though.” Tom said, “I wouldn’t have minded, but I’m glad you held out as long as you did because when I began tasting your cum, it brought me over the edge.” He then leaned in and we kissed. I tasted myself on his lips as I’m sure he tasted himself on mine. We continued to make out for a while, then just laid side by side and looked at the stars in the night sky. After a while, Tom said, “I guess we should head back. Do you want me to drop you off at your house?” I replied, “No. My car is parked about a block from the club. Could you drop me off there?” He said, “Sure.”

We got dressed with the exception of Tom’s briefs. He just carried them as we walked back to his car. After climbing into his car, he reached over into the glove compartment and pulled out one of a few zip-lock baggies inside. He placed his briefs which were soaked with my cum in the bag, sealed it, then tossed it into the back and onto the floor. He said, “I’ll throw them into the washing machine when I get home. We drove back down into town and Tom stopped where I said, next to my car. We exchanged phone numbers, kissed once more before I stepped out and walked around to get in my car. He waited until I got in and started my car before waving to me. After I waved back, he pulled away. I pulled out of the parking space and headed toward home. I smiled as I thought of the most amazing night I’d had. Then doubt set in. Would he bother calling me? After I had embarrassed myself cumming so quickly? I tried to forget about that and only recall the amazing blowjobs we had traded, the taste of his cock, his cum, but the doubt still crept in.

The end?

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