The following story contains material depicting male-male sex.
This is NOT a work of fiction - it is just VERY slightly embellished
In 1976, I was a young, impressionable man. Quite attractive in a twinkish sort of way. And I knew that I was attracted to guys, but didn't know what to do about it. Sure, I went out with girls, a few times, and had a pash, but I never felt that I really was excited by this contact.
I had joined the Australian Army, after finishing school. Don't know why. Just seemd as if I might as well. I was selected to go to the school of Transport, in Puckapunyal. While waiting to undertake my driver training, I got sick, so I was held over until I got fit enough to continue.
It was during May, or June, that another guy, about 26, or maybe even 30 came down to undertake some training.
He was tall, lean, and had a very ruggedly handsome face. None of this smooth skin - his face was pocked and cratered, but it did not detract from his attractiveness for me.
I started tacitly observing him. And I realised that I was really attracted. But homosexuality, for me, was anathema. The local proest had railed against permissiveness and to admit to myself that I was attracted to a guy - shock, horror.
He must however have noticed my interest, or perhaps he merely felt that I, a young guy was a conquest to be made.
One night, I went down to the laundry building to wash some clothes. He was there. We started talking, and we moved inexorably closer together. When we touched, it felt like I was hit with an electric shock.
He asked, "Are you a virgin." and of course, I said "No way mate", even though I was. He asked if I liked sex and I made some non-committal remark that only showed my inexperience, I am sure. He held my hand, and placed his other hand on my crotch, rubbing it gently. "Do you like that." I was speechless, but nodded. We came closer together, and I rested my head on his shoulder. With a hand, he lifted my head and looked into my eyes. I felt lost. HE kissed me on the lips, and I felt his tongue probing my mouth.
I was enjoying this man to man experience. I was excited and I was very hard.
He asked "Would you like to get a bit more intimate?" I agreed. I felt powerless - anything this wonderful man might suggest I would have agreed to.
He undid my trousers and tokk out my engorged cock. No, I am not big - maybe 6 inches. Definitely not a gay magazine lenght contestant. Some of those guys are huge. He invited me to also fondle him.
He asked "Would you like to suck it?" and of course I agreed.
I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. He gently face fucked me, holding the back of my head. I gagged at him - he had a lovely veined cut cock that tasted wonderful. When he came, it tasted salty, from memory, and I spluttered a bit.
For the next few weeks, I was ashamed of what I had done, but wanted more of his flesh. Unfortunately, he moved away and I never saw him again.
I will never forget my first male experience.
Now, I am 48, and still submissive. But I am married. However, I would love to hear from guys in Melbourne who may like to correspond, or ...
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