I want to tell you about my teacher, the very...fun and nice gentleman who turned me out at age 19. Growing up and getting into porn, I was very aroused by the slutty women. One thing I noticed was, whenever I'd watch porn, the parts that got my cock twitching by far were when the man would squirt his hot jizz all over the lucky (why did I say "lucky"?) slut. Soon, those were the parts I would seek out, still not making any connection to homoeroticism. The reason was simple; those movies all had women and I assumed the women were the source of my erections. I would also watch porn with my friends. It was so much torture! Here were the three of us and I thought I must be the only one that just wants to pull my cock out and start stroking it! These thoughts gradually expanded to what might occur in response. Would they take out their cocks, in turn? Would my face give away my growing cock lust? My imagination always had everyone else taking their cocks out and somehow, I always was on all fours with my friends glazing my face with their cum. Still, it went no further than daydreaming.
That summer I turned 19 and was going away for college and wished to earn money. I really didn't have the time to get employed so I was just doing odd jobs. The next-door neighbors were a middle-aged couple in their mid-40's.
I had done some yard work for him in the past. I asked him if he needed anything done, mentioning I had turned 19 and was heading to college. My neighbor had the classic dad bod; about 5'7", stocky but not fat...I wonder if he has a thick...
"Yeah, my basement is long overdue for a cleaning. You want to give it a look?" said the neighbor da-
I snapped back to reality and nodded my head. He led me into his house and down to the basement. It was nothing special and had your usual TV, a couch and bar, as well as the typical collections of 'stuff'', piles of books and magazines and the like. We negotiated a price and I said I could start the next morning. I knocked on his door the next morning and he answered, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers. I glanced downward for no reason, and noticed the boxers featured a pronounced bulge. I quickly glanced back up but I could feel my face getting warm while I thought hey, it's his house he can dress however. He didn't seem to notice and led me down the stairs saying,
"Just do whatever you think is good, get things organized and let me know if you have any questions."
He then left me to my task. I went to work and was maybe an hour into it when I came across something I didn't expect to see nor had ever seen - a big stack of gay magazines. I didn't really think as far as why a married guy would have a pile of magazines featuring solely males, naked...very naked, with very hard cocks prominently featured on the cover. My heart got a bit quicker and being the extremely curious person I am, I looked behind me (coast clear) and knelt and started to just page through. I didn't know what to expect but here were guys whose bodies looked a lot like his, with skinny boys (whose bodies looked a lot like mine) naked and kneeling with dad's cocks in their mouths. It was eye-opening!
While the terminology wasn't in my brain, I was the prototypical twink - skinny, fair skin, glasses, lacking body hair, yet having an oversized (not that I knew it at the time), smooth cock that curved upwards. The very same cock that was getting very hard! In fact, and this I did note, much harder and more excited than when looking at nude women. I even sensed the feeling of throbbing, which was something new, at least as far as noting.
As I turned pages with my left hand, my right hand absentmindedly started lightly brushing over the front of my pants. More time than I imagined must have passed with no sound coming from the basement. I was transfixed by these men with their dad bods, thick penises and skinny boys on their knees, small hands gripping thick shafts, mouths full of daddy co...
"You doing ok?"
My heart jumped and I whipped around - "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be nosy, I just..."
"Oh, it's ok," said my neighbor.
My eyes flickered down to his crotch, obvious as anything but I couldn't help myself. The bulge I noticed before was now a bona-fide outline of a penis that was, in a word, glorious. I'm sure I was blatantly staring, mouth open, my tongue absent-mindedly flicking across my lower lip...I wiped my mouth. My cock was absolutely throbbing! I thought, (Great! He's going to kick me out of here, no money, probably tell my dad and then what?) It seemed like there was no good place to put my hands or my eyes. I glanced up to barely meet his gaze.
"I'm the one who should apologize, I absolutely forgot those were even there, like I said, it's a mess. Please don't tell your father, I had no intention of offending you." he said, smiling
Me? Tell my dad? That was the last thing on my mind, and trying to sound cool, like the man of the world I wasn't...
"Oh, don't worry about that and I'm not at all offended. I just...I mean, I've seen porn but I've never seen...nobody needs to tell..." I trailed off.
He walked closer, right up beside me. My eyes were being not at all cooperative but were total whores. My gaze was focused like a laser on the front of my neighbor's boxer shorts, something he had to have noticed! It was becoming increasingly clear that my neighbor had an incredibly thick cock and you could even see the vein outlined. While I was staring at my neighbor achieving a full erection in real time, I also forgot to close or even let go of the magazine I was looking through. Further adding to the mixture of acute embarrassment mixed with eroticism was the fact that the photo of the guy in the layout - a "dad" sporting a huge, thick erection whose tip was being engulfed in a skinny twink's mouth - resembled the very cock I was watching achieve maximum turgidity!
A scene flashed before my eyes, me on my knees, my neighbor's cock choking me. I mentally brought myself back into the moment...
He smiled and said, "you're not offended, that's good! Is there..."
His voice trailed off in my head, I was only thinking about what his reaction would be if I just took my hand, reached out and squeezed the prominent and well-defined bulge. I actively tried to suppress that thinking as I was genuinely afraid my hands would betray me as my eyes had.
"I like in the porn movies when the guy shoots...!" blurting this like a nervous schoolgirl.
