The Rainbow Lounge

When I was eighteen years old, I heard a rumor that Rainbow Lounge a bar on the other side of Fort Worth was a gay bar.  I’d always had ‘urges’ to have sex with a man but was always scared of trying. My older brother was overseas in the army and I had his driver’s license and I looked enough like him for it to pass inspection. So after thinking about it for a couple days, I got brave enough to go to the Rainbow Lounge. 

It was slow for a Friday evening, maybe about seven people plus the bartender. I sat down at the bar, ordered a beer. I guess I looked old enough because I didn't get carded so I didn’t have to show him my brother’s driver’s license. As I sipped my beer I kinda watched everyone. After a little while, an older guy sat down beside me and started chatting with me. He was about thirtyish, about five foot ten, around one hundred and sixty pounds, with wavy dirty blonde hair and "Magnum PI" mustache. Cute but a little feminine,

After about an hour or so of bullshitting with me, he told me his name was Nelson and asked, “Would you like to go to my house and have a beer?”

With no illusions what his intentions were, I said, “OK,” and followed him home. 

While driving, my mind was going a million miles an hour in about a million different directions. More than once, I almost turned off and drove home. But the prospect of finally seeing what it would be like to be with another guy was giving me an erection and kept my car right behind his.

Once in Nelson's house, he turned on some music and grabbed me a beer from the refrigerator. Then he excused himself to go let his German Shepard out. 

While he was gone, I looked around the house. On his refrigerator door was a post card showing a man's naked ass with a caption arrowed to the asses crack saying "wish you were here." This removed any doubt as to why Nelson invited me here. 

"That was from a good friend that just moved to Galveston," said Nelson from behind me. "Awesome place. You need to go there sometime." I didn’t tell him that almost everyone from Texas had been there at one time or the other. Ever summer my family went to Galveston for two weeks and stayed in the Flag Ship Inn, the only hotel that was built out over the water. It was cool standing out on the patio in the evening and watching a storm on the horizon and watching and listen to the roar of the black waves crashing into the beach. 

Storms seem to draw fisherman. As soon as a storm blows up in the distance they storm the beach like flies, standing knee deep in the water and casting as far out as they can. The sun would barely be peeking over the horizon in the morning when the old men with their metal detectors would be sweeping the beach for lost articles. And I’m not sure if it would be the same people or not but there would be a swarm of fisher man .

We talk for a while. Nelson told me about Galveston and I told him about college. I was still in high school but I knew enough about UT at Arlington to fool him. As to be expected when two guys get together the subject of sex finally came up. I bullshitted with him about the girls from high school. 

This all was over a period of about an hour. 

I got stiff from sitting too long in one position that when I moved a certain way and you could hear my back "creak" from across the room. I laughed and stretched out my arms and arched my back. I kinda snickered after hearing multiple "popping" sounds come from my back. Hearing the sounds, Nelson asked, “Would you like a back rub?”

"Sure,” I said.

Nelson downed that last of his beer, got up and then helped me to my feet. Then he led me up the hall to his bed room and told me, “Stretch out my bed. I’ll right back.” Kicking off my Nikes and crawled into the middle of his king size bed.

 Nelson went to turn out all the lights in the house and when he got back to the bed room, he found me lying on his bed, still in my clothes. "Silly boy. I can't rub you down with your cloths on," he laughed. Then he proceeded to help me get undressed. When I sat up he pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. Then pushing me down on my back. As I watched as he unsnapped and unzipped my Levis. I felt his fingers touching my back and legs as I arched my back for him to pull my pants off. Then I arched again as he pulled my underwear off on his own. 

His eyes went to my now exposed cock. I almost thought he was going to grab it but instead he slid off the bed and started taking off his own clothes.  There I was, buck naked and watching him get undresses. When he took off his underwear I saw his cock. It must have been eight inches and it was just starting to get hard. 

Then leaving on a bedside lamp, he turned out the overhead light and got back into the bed. 

He pulled out baby oil out of the night stand and started to apply it to my back and shoulders. While he was doing that I felt his now rock hard cock pressing against my ass. After about ten or fifteen minutes, he moved down and started to work on my ass with the baby oil. He spent about five minutes or so on each butt check and then applied some oil on my asshole and balls. 

My God, I was in heaven. This man knew what he was doing. He rubbed up and down my crack pressing his fingered more and more against my asshole. Finally he worked the tip of his index finger into my ass. At first it felt weird. Then I felt a jabbing pain. When I started to move he stopped me, telling me to relax in a very hypnotic voice. "You need this as much as I need to give it to you."

His face was close to mine when suddenly he kissed my neck and then worked his way up to my lips. For the first time, I had a strong desire to kiss another guy. So I did. Sensuously, and with deep tongue. He returned in kind, his tongue dancing in my mouth with mine. 

Then without any other warning, Nelson flipped me over on my belly and started massaging my butt cheeks again. Telling me how good it would feel to have his cock deep inside of me, he propped me up into doggy style position. And as much as I protested at first, deep down I wanted his cock in my tight ass. I have to admit though that my legs were shaking from nervousness. For one thing, his cock was so big I was afraid it would hurt too much and I was also worried that I wouldn't be able to take it at all.  When I felt him grip his hand on my hips, I took a deep breath and braced myself for what I knew was coming next. 

When I chickened out, to buy myself some more time I spun around, leaned over and licked the head and Nelson jerked. I kept licking and worked my tongue into the pee slit. He moaned as I slowly sucked the head into my mouth. I continued to suck the head as he jerked and moaned. I let more cock into my mouth as I went down as far as I could. As his cock hit the back of my throat, I gagged a little. I withdrew some and settled into a bobbing up and down motion sucking his cock making sure not to go too far. 

 I loved sucking his hard cock and the feel of it throbbing in my mouth. I had wanted to suck his cock ever since we started talking in the bar. I was sucking cock for the first time in my life and was ecstatic.    

After a few minutes, Nelson flipped me back over again on to my hands and knees and told me it was time. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled it so hard enough to make my eyes water and made me beg for it. By the time he was through with me, I was begging him to put his cock up my ass. I couldn't believe that I was even saying it, much less that I really wanted it. 

Nelson didn’t hesitate for a moment. After coating his mushroom head with baby oil, he used one hand to spread my butt cheeks and one hand to guide his cock into my ass. The first motion that put the tip of the head in, hurt so badly that I was gritting my teeth and had my fists clench in the sheets in pain. But Nelson was experienced at this as he was with massages. He knew just what to say to put me at ease. "That's it, you’re so hot, and I want your ass so badly."  

Once he eased the head past my sphincter, Nelson gave a hard push and drove it in all the way to his balls. It hurt so badly that I thought he was going to split me in half.  

He moved very gently at first but then I started to get really fired up. Before I knew it, I was yelling, "Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass!"  

He was shouting in return, calling me his “cock-loving slut, take-it-up-your-ass bitch.”  

After about ten minutes, he was really fucking me hard. I mean, seriously pounding my ass. Finally, I put my face in the pillow and put both of my hands on my butt cheeks, spreading them apart. Nelson was big, and I wanted to open myself up as much as possible to him. I wanted him to own my ass. I begged him to cum deep inside of me. He tortured me for a while by making me beg again and again for it. 

Finally, all of a sudden he buried his cock in me and stopped. I could feel his dick throb in my ass as I got what I really needed. His balls exploded and he cummed deep inside of my ass. I loved it. I truly loved every bit of it.  

His cock started to move in and out of me again and I felt some of his warm excess cum fall onto my balls and inner leg. After a minute of him just laying on me, his cock when soft enough that it fell out of my ass. The last thing I remember was him rolling me over, and him kissing me as he played with my cock and balls, but I dozed off shortly after that.

I woke an hour later to him sucking on my cock. He was an expert. I exploded into his mouth after a couple minutes. 

I quickly got dress, got phone number and even though it was past my curfew slipped into the house without being caught.

I definitely woke up sore the next morning, but it was worth it. When he found out I was still in high school Nelson was a little pissed. But since I was eighteen, well over seventeen, the legal age for sex in Texas he forgave me. We saw each other quite a few times after that and anal became part of our sexual ritual. Nelson liked to screw my ass, then pull out and finish in my mouth.