My first gay experience came at the young age of eighteen with a much older man. This man was my cousin, the son of my mother's sister.
I grew up on the northern east coast. He grew up in the south on a farm. We would visit most every summer. Joe was my favorite cousin. He would take me out on the tractor and taught me how to ride on the back of a flat trailer and throw bails of hey that weighed as much as I did across the pastures to feed herds of cows. He was a big, tall, gentle man who loved animals and was kind to everyone.
When I was eighteen, he was in his late thirties. He had left the farm to drive tractor-trailers for a living. He would deliver new trucks all across the country and Canada, then fly home for his next run. One summer, he delivered a stack of trucks to a dealer in our area and stayed over at our house for a few days. I was excited that my favorite cousin was staying over, but not in a million years would I have guessed that I would be taking this man's cock and cum into my mouth that very night.
I shared a bedroom with my younger brother who was away at camp for a couple of weeks in the summer, and so my cousin roomed with me for his stay.
At an early age, I knew I had a strong sexual attraction to both men and women and I fully intended to experience a man as possible. I was never "confused" about my sexuality and just accepted my bisexuality as who I was. I would later realize that Joe was my favorite cousin because I had had a sexual attraction to him from the time I was in grade school; I just hadn't realized it until that week he stayed with us.
On the first night of his stay as we were preparing to go to bed, he closed the bedroom door and took out a small bag containing some marijuana and a pipe. We had stayed up late watching movies and everyone else in the house was asleep. "I know you get high, right?" he asked. I told him I loved getting high. We sat on the floor under an open widow and smoke a couple of large bowls being careful to let the smoke draw through my window fan. What I didn't tell my cousin was that getting high made me insatiably horny, and that I often got high to enhance my fantasies of giving a man a blow job. I was stoned as hell by the time we finished two bowls and my mind was racing with visions of him lying naked on the bed, me prone between his legs making love to his cock with my mouth, but I never consider it might really happen.
He put his stuff away and walked over to the door and locked it. "I sleep naked and I don't want your mama or little sister to walk in and see me dick to Jesus!" To my astonishment, he began to strip down completely naked in my room. He was a country boy and not given to modesty. I did not consider this a sexual advance, but the sight of his nude body so aroused me that I became terribly self-conscious and had to steal glimpses of him as he undressed. As he stood naked folding his jeans and shirt over the back of a chair, I realized that I found his body incredibly beautiful. He was a big man, easily six foot two. He was muscular with a middle-aged belly that had developed since he had quit the farm to drive trucks. His body was covered with dark hair. When he turned from the chair and walked toward his bed, I saw his full frontal body approaching. He had the most wonderful cock and balls I'd ever seen. His cock was large and partially erect and swung gently as he walked. I began hoping desperately that the locked door and his arousal was a signal to me that he wanted something from me.
I was now having a difficult time averting my eyes from his cock and he seemed to be in no hurry to cover himself. He moved around the room naked looking at my models and making small talk. "Got any little girlfriends we can sneak in for a blow job?" he asked with a smile. "No" I said in a shaky voice. Surely he was throwing me hints, I was just to terrified to tell him that he didn't need any girls, and that I'd love to take care of that gorgeous cock for him. "Too bad" he said "I love a good blowjob when I'm stoned"
Did he have any idea what he was doing to me? Was he just sharing boy talk or could he see right through me? It didn't matter. I was too frightened to make the first move and nothing was going to happen unless he stated it. If it was all in my head, he might be repulsed by my admission that I was bisexual. It simply wasn't worth the possible humiliation to take the chance. But oh how I hoped he would finally ask if I'd be willing to let him put that gorgeous cock in my mouth. "Well...'night" he said and lay down on the other bed.
"'Night" I replied sheepishly, an unexpected inflection of disappointment obvious in my voice as he turned off the light. I undressed in the dark. It was not my modesty but rather the rock-hard erection I had that I did not want him to see. So I made my way to my bed and slid in.
After my eyes adjusted, I realized I could see him clearly from my bed only a few feet away from the lights of the street lamps. He lay naked on his back on top of the covers, too hot a night for even a sheet. The mound of his cock was clearly visible to me. I pulled my sheet up over myself and rolled over to face the other way. I closed my eyes tightly and tried not to think about this beautiful naked man lying only feet from me. It was hopeless of course. A few moments later I heard him breathing. I rolled over and gazed at him lying there with a huge eight-inch erection in his hand! He was slowly rubbing his cock and balls. My god it was beautiful. His cock was large and I could see the shining head of his dick as he held it pointing straight up. Under my sheet, I had my hand around my own cock quietly fantasizing that I was curled up between his legs licking his balls and cock. My hopes had been dashed by then and I assumed the best I could hope for was to quietly, voyeuristically watch him masturbate and maybe catch a glimpse of his cum as he shot off in the pail light. My intentions were to quietly cum into the towel I kept in my bed as my imagination worked through how I would bring him to a screaming orgasm in my eager mouth, if only I had the guts to crawl over to him.
I was so engrossed and so stoned that I didn't realize he was perfectly aware of what I was doing.
"You wanna come over here?" he whispered. It startled me so bad I jumped out of my skin. He laughed, "I didn't mean to scare ya". He took his cock in his hand and pointed in my direction. "It won't hurt ya boy and I wont tell no body" Perhaps he had sensed for all those years that I was bi, or perhaps gay. For whatever reason he seemed confident that I would not refuse him, and he was absolutely right. His cock was so large and so hard that it both terrified me and fascinated me at the same time. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.
"Come on over here boy, nothin' wrong with a little curiosity at your age". It was crystal clear now that he was hoping for the same thing I was, he just needed to be sure. He had more to loose than I did. And I knew of course he certainly wasn't going to tell my mom and dad that he stuck his cock in their son's mouth!
I moved over to him and sat on the side of the bed. I knew everyone else had fans going in their room so I was not too concerned that anyone would here him if made noise. My breath was shaking as I tried to control the pounding in my ears.
"You can touch it if you want", he said. I laid a hand on his thigh and rubbed his leg as he held his cock. The feel of touching another mans body was incredibly arousing to me to my surprise. I was trembling all over even in the heat, and my heart was racing. I placed my hand on his balls and rubbed them gently. His balls were hanging loose between his legs and they felt so soft and hairy and the heat of his body poured off of them. He moaned a little and moved his hand away from his cock. I moved my hand up and wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft. It felt so powerful and so strange in my hand.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked him. I was surprised at the sound of my voice, so shaky and halting, so vulnerable.
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Can I kiss it?" I asked.
"Ya, I'd like that", he answered.
I bent down and put my lips on the tip of his dick. I felt a drop of wet fluid on my lips. I licked it from the tip of his cock and tasted it. It was salty and sticky and tasted wonderful. He smelled of the musk of his balls and Old Spice. I could feel the heat of his body radiating from between his legs. I bent down to him and kissed the skin just under his large head. The skin of his dick felt and tasted wonderful against my lips. A low long moan came from him as I gently kissed the spot under his dickhead, rubbing my moist lips on him.
