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Chapter 2 - My First 69er
As I moved past him into the hallway, he grabbed my arse, squeezing it and pushing me forward. We went up to the first floor landing. It was dark and had a musty smell to it. The walls were covered in darkish flowery patterned wallpaper, which was peeling off the wall. He placed a key in the second door on the left and entered, with me sheepishly following. I did not know what was to follow but I knew in my heart what I wanted, but dare not say in words. I realised that I had not really looked at him yet, all I could see and all I kept looking at was his naked shaven head, and even with his jacket on you could see he was well built and muscular.
He walked over to the window and pulled back the heavy curtains, and allowed the dull winter light to enter the room. It was Spartan, with a single bed in one corner, a couch near the window, and a small table and single chair next to a small sink with a mirror above it. A small cupboard stood next to the sink and the floor was covered with worn dark green linoleum. The light shone off his shaven head like a halo as he was silhouetted in the window.
"Take your coat off lad and I'll put the kettle on" he said softly. "There's a hook behind the door. Spunky kid aren't you, do that often when guys are around"?
"No" I lied "it must have been the cold and laying over the engine panel, this your room"?
"Yeh, been here about 3 weeks now, moved out from home. Had a row with my dad" He filled the kettle and put it on a small gas ring he had hidden under the sink. He moved over to the door and took off his donkey jacket, and I nearly choked as this massive 6 ft 6 in muscular torso slid out of the rough woollen and leather covering. He was wearing a rough navy drill work shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and thick red braces connected to his heavy grey work pants. They were the button fly type used by many of the dock workers down the harbour, and similar to the type used by my father. His boots were similar to mine but were longer up the leg, but still leather welted and hobnailed with a steel cap, but with red laces. You could just see his underwear showing at the V in his shirt neck and rolled up with his shirt sleeves, but my eyes, although taking in this male god, was suddenly captured by the hint of tattoos just showing below the rolled up sleeves. I had always had a hankering to have a tattoo but could never afford the money to get one.
"My name is Mick, I own that heap of junk you tried to fix out there. I only bought it last week off a guy on the wharf and am supposed to start at the wharf with it on Monday. Recon you can fix it by then"? He said while grabbing 2 mugs from the cupboard.
"Shouldn't be a problem, just needs a kit through it, hopefully." I was still ogling his torso when he turned around to face me.
"See anything you like," he asked, looking at me with that big grin again.
This time I knew I had turned the brightest shade of red and just looked at him stupid.
"You're a homosexual aren't you" he said, "I can spot it a mile off"
I had not heard the term used so openly before and did not really understand what a homosexual was. It was always a whispered subject at home and at school when guys were caught together in the toilets, but I knew he was right. I don't know why, I just felt that he was stating a fact not asking me a question.
"I don't know," I said in a soft voice "I just never really thought about it"
"You liked my hand on your crotch, you reacted quickly to my touch, do you always cum so quickly"?
"Sometimes, but I have been trying to concentrate and not cumming before I want to, but it is hard and I ache and my balls hurt so much that I have to let it go"
"I will train you to cum when I want you to and not before" he said with a firm voice and a strength I felt flow through me. Moreover, it felt good. I had known this guy for less than 1 hour and already I had allowed him to take charge of me.
"Come, sit beside me and drink your tea" It was an order not a request. I moved over to the couch and sat next to him. I was shivering and he put his arm around my shoulders.
"You're shivering" he said, "I will put on the gas fire"
"No" I said loudly, suddenly realising I had almost shouted it out. I did not want him to move his arm from my shoulders. I could feel his warmth and strength: I could smell his sweat, his man odour. My groin was starting to react again and I did not want him to ever let go. He looked at me then casually glanced at my crotch and that grin was back. He grabbed my head with his strong-callused hands and pulled it towards him and kissed me violently on the lips. I knew at that moment I would do anything this man would ask and more. I was his slave and he was my master, I hoped for eternity.
We made love that morning in his single bed. He was gentle at first, caressing me with his lips all over my body. I could not believe this god was kissing and fondling me. My overalls and boots were next to the bed mixed with his working clothes and boots. They seamed to belong together like Mick and me. Mick was moving my head down under the quilt with his strong hands. I did not resist. He moved his body around and started to lick my penis as he positioned my head near his own. I had never done this before, but I did not hesitate. It was as if it was the most natural thing to do. I followed his lead, gently licking then sucking his penis, his balls and the skin between his balls and his arse. His penis started to stiffen and rise. It was large even on the slack. He was uncut, as was I: slowly stretching to it's magnanimous heights with a diameter to rival a small French loaf. He was huge and I was hard pressed to place this magnificence in my mouth, let alone let it slide into my throat as his body started to gently writhe and move to a natural rhythm. He was expert at bringing me to the brink and slowly letting me slacken then bring me back again. I could feel him swell and slacken then swell again until he finally brought me to the brink and beyond with his own orgasm filling my mouth as was his in mine. We kissed and allowed the juices to mingle and mix together, the warm, salty tasting liquid sliding gently down my throat. I felt good. I felt freedom. I felt love.
We laid together for over an hour in that small single bed. It was warm with his body wrapped around mine and the quilt up over our heads. We smoked and talked for a while of little things. He could not believe I had never been with other males before. I said I had been confused about my feelings but thought it was part of what was happening to me as I developed. He laughed, and then suddenly jumped out of bed.
"Get dressed, your boss will sack you if you do not get back soon" He grabbed my underwear and overalls and threw them at me "I want my truck ready for Monday. As for you! Your education starts tonight. Be here at seven sharp. Don't be late".
I dressed and left the flat. I walked back to the workshop and reported that the fuel pump needed kitting. Jim was livid that I had been away so long, but never asked where I had been or what I had been doing. I suppose he assumed I was working on the truck all that time. As it was, we had a pump kit in the storeroom, and I went back immediately to fix the truck. It was freezing out there, but I didn't notice, as my heart was warm with memories of a dream that morning. It couldn't have been true, things like that didn't happen to me. Nevertheless, the stain on my overalls told a different story. I constantly looked for Mick, but he did not show, so I returned to the workshop after getting the truck up and running. I dropped the keys off at the tearoom on the way, as Mick had asked. I had tonight to look forward too. Tonight and Mick. Mick wanted me. Me! Why me? John Burkett. 5 ft 8 inches of scrawny, grease smelling me.
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