Past and Present

By Clone Buggs / Sin Titulo

Published on Feb 25, 2005

Bisexual

Controls

Past and Present by Sin Titulo

When ever I think of my past life as an unthinking heterosexual man, I could kick myself for my stupidity. I grew up believing the path to happiness in life was the same one my parents had taken. Somehow I over looked their constant fighting and multiple divorces, the sneaking around on each other, and finally, the beatings my father inflicted on us all when he was drunk. Actually he never had to be all that drunk to ball up his fist and whallop one or all of us just because he must have hated his life.

But like all unthinking men, I let my highschool girlfriend get herself pregnant, and then trap me into an early marriage because I needed to believe myself a responsible upstanding citizen. Instead of going on to college, I took a job working in a gas station, and started learning the trade of mechanic from one of the old timers that worked there. The baby came in March, and of course Margie, decided she had to stay home to take care of it. The wages I brought home from my job, were never enough, and from the beginning, we fought over money primarily, but also sex. I never seemed to get enough to keep me satisfied.

Things went along like this until Mikey was three years old. I'd been finally put into a mechanic's position at the station, but the pay still wasn't that great. I was beginning to think about trying to borrow the money to set up my own little shop somewhere and go into business for myself. My teacher, Old Ralph, told me it was the only way I'd ever get ahead. I tried to talk him into joining me, but he said he was too old to be starting a new business. I finally talked my uncle into putting up the funds to back me, and I opend the J & C garage in an old abandoned gas station near an exit ramp off the highway. I named the place after my Aunt and Uncle because they had helped me out.

At first, business was slow, but soon enough, the traffic off the highway began to take notice. My first real job was a woman who pulled off with her engine smoking. I had to rebuild her engine but got her car back on the road running smoothly in a week's time. Her referrals, were what put my business on the map in the little town where we lived.

By the time Mikey was seven, Margie had yet to think it neccessary to get out of the house and find a job. Money was still in short supply, but improving, until I hurt my hand when a jack let go and about a hundred pounds of steel landed on it. I was alone in the shop at the time, and decided to lock up and get myself to the hospital. After the doctor had checked out the hand, and Xrayed it to find two broken bones He put it in a cast, and gave me a prescription for pain pills, and told me I'd have to live with the pain until it healed. I was essentially out of business while it healed. Depressed, I headed home a little after three in the afternoon.

When I got to the block our house was on, I saw a black Ford I recognised as belonging to an old highschool buddy parked in our driveway. I wondered what he was doing at my house if he wanted to see me, since he knew I should be at work. It occured to me that he had stopped by the shop and found it locked up while I was at the hospital, and had come here since he knew where we lived. I parked behind him, and got out. The front door was unlocked, so I must not have made enough noise when I went in. I heard Margie going through her sex noise routine, and knew something was up. I tiptoed down the hall, and peeked around the jam of the open bedroom door.

What I saw didn't really shock me much, but it did hurt a bit. Margie was face down on the bed, with her butt in the air, and dickhead, my old highschool bud, was fucking her in the ass. I figured they had been doing this for a while, because when a guy fucks a broad in the ass, it's because she is afreaid of getting pregnant, and that way it's impossible. Dickhead was bent over her body, pulling hard on her floppy tits. I waited until he was in the middle of his climax, and then cleared my throat. The scene that played out was funny really, but neither he or she thought it so. When his shit stained cock pulled out and was still squirting cum, he collapsed on the bed, trying to hide his dick for some reason. Margie screamed that I was supposed to be at work, and started grabbing for her robe which was wadded up on the floor beside the bed. The bitch hadn't bothered to ever get dressed that day. I just turned on my heels and marched out of the house.

I waited until Saturday when I knew her mother would have picked her and Mikey up to take them to the mall for lunch. I slipped into the filthy house, and gathered my clothes, and a few things I considered exclusively mine, and left for good. I took a room in the next town over with a man who had an ad pinned to the cork board at the Safeway store. He let me have the place with cooking privlidges for thirty bucks a week. I explained the situation about my wife, and my hand, and told him, I didn't have a lot of savings to fall back on, but that as soon as I could get back to work, I'd pay him ontime and in full every week. One thing I wasn't, was a deadbeat.

"That's alright son," he said. "There might be other ways to pay the rent. I'm retired, and don't really need the thirty bucks, but I do get lonely for human conversation now and then." We hit it off right away, and he was fun to talk to. His name was Erin, and was Irish to the core. His once red hair, was fading to gray, but he took care of himself and often we went for long rapid walks along country roads while my hand healed.

On one of these walks, he seemed to be willing to talk about his past a little, and I asked him about his wife. He beat around the bush for a while, but finally he kicked a clod of dirt on the side of the road, and stopped. He looked at me with a steady gaze, and then started walking again.

"I never had a wife. I wasn't interested in women." We walked in silence for a while then he spoke again.

"My philosophy goes something like this. . .Men and women were designed to reproduce the species, which they do admirably, if you are a typical example." I ducked my head at the compliment. "However, I don't believe the two sexes should ever live together for more than sex. There's something in a woman's makeup that makes her ultimately disagreeable to a man. Your own experience is a good example. Men are wired to have multiple sex partners, but women have to pay the price of children. So if a woman wants to have different sex partners, she is either on the pill, has had her tubes tied, or takes cock up the ass, which by the way isn't such a bad experience if I do say so myself. Maybe you guessed, I'm one of those queers you hear so much about." It had never occured to me he was queer, and I told him so.

"Well, one has to live his real life in the dark in this neck of the woods. When I wanted sex, I had to go to the city. I had some good times there, I knew it would never do to bring it here, but now that I've retired, I don't give a shit what people think. I've been thinking of ways to get a younger man to move into my house with me, that might be a homosexual as well. Oh I know you're not, but I've been advertising that room for several months and you were the first to ever call about it. I decided to let you have it because your wife and your accident both cut you such a raw deal." We finished our walk, and got back into his car.

I asked him to swing by my shop so I could check mail and see that everything was in good shape. When I opened the door to the office, there was a fat envelope on the floor, shoved through the mil slot. It bore the address of an attorney in town, and when I opened them, I saw they were divorce papers. I looked them over, and asked Erin if he had a pen in his pocket, and signed them on the spot. I stuffed them back into the envelope, and he drove me to the attorney's office, and I dropped them through his mail slot because he was closed for the weekend. I walked back to the car feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

"You want to celebrate?" Erin grinned at me.

"Doing what?"

"Well, we could get roaring drunk on some good Irish whiskey I've got stashed away for a special occassion."

"Hell yes! Sounds like a plan to me. Let's go." We got right to it once we got back to his house. About half way through the bottle, Erin started talking about how long it had been since he'd had sex with anything but his hand, and I told him it had been nearly that long for me as well.

"Man are your balls as blue as mine?" I choked on a swallow of his whiskey, and laughed.

"Fuck yeah. I've been jerking off nearly every night since I've been living with you."

"Really? I have to admit that I have too, since you moved in anyway. You make me so horny I can't help myself."

"That so?" I took it as a compliment that he was pointing out how horny I made him.

"It is. You think there's ever going to be a way we might. . . you know. . .?"

"What? Do something together?" He nodded. I could feel he was trying to be cautious, but the whiskey had loosened his libido as much as it had loosened mine.

"Have you ever had a gay experience? They say most men have at one time or another." I thought about the time Tommy C. and I had jerked each other off in the fifth grade.

"I guess you could say I have." I told him of the incident, and he grinned.

"Sounds like my first experience. Except with me it was my older brother, and he wanted me to do more than just jerk his cock."

"Like what?" I was curious all of a sudden.

"Well, we did do just that for a while, you know, just jerking him off, but one day, he wanted me to suck it for him. He wouldn't take no for an answer, and he was four years older than me, and a lot stronger. So I sucked his dick, and he came in my mouth. I decided it wasn't so bad, and secretly had liked it a lot." He took a sip of his whiskey, and set the glass on the coffee table.

"It only took a few weeks of sucking him when ever he wanted it done, to moving up to the next level. He asked me to sleep with him one night when our parents were away for a family wedding, and wouldn't be home for a few days. I got into his bed, and he started feeling my body all over. He told me he wanted to practice kissing techniques on me that he could use on girls to get a piece of ass with. Well, needless to say, we both got hard instantly. At first, he said he just wanted a blow job, but before he could cum in my mouth, he told me to stop, and rolled me over on my stomach, and got on my back. He was trying to put his dick in my hole, but it hurt too much. It was exciting to both of us, but I couldn't stand the pain, so we stopped.'

"The next afternoon, he called me into his room and told me to strip. He'd talked to some of his friends about ass fucking, and had gained the knowledge of lube being necessary. He had a squeeze bottle of hand cream he'd taken from our parent's bathroom. He rolled me over and squirted some on my crack. He worked it in with his fingers, and then peeled out of his pants. His dick was about five inches at the time, and putting it up me hurt like hell, but this time we got it in. He came too quickly for me to feel any pleasure from it, but I knew when it was over that it was what I preferred.

"Until our parents returned, he fucked me a dozen times at least. Each time was a little better, but he still couldn't control his ejaculation time. I wasn't getting as much from it as he was, because when he finished, he'd lose interest in the act, leaving me to beat off on my own. It was several years before I got the opportunity to have anal sex again. I was sent away to summer camp one year, so my parents could go on a vacation together. My brother was working at his first job to earn money to go to school with in the fall, and so I was sent to camp.'

"Camp something or other Wigwam, up in the mountains.

There I was introduced to Paul, an older boy hired to be our cabin supervisor. There were eight boys in our cabin, but Paul took a liking to me. We would do things together, swim, fish, or just hike in the woods. On one of our hikes, he started asking me if I'd ever had any sexual experiences. I knew enough by then to keep quiet about my brother, so I made up a story about doing it with a girl that lived on my block in the city. He didn't say anything at first, but after a while after listening to my detailed description of the act, he punched me on the arm, and laughed.'

"Couldn't have happened sport. Cunts don't go sideways." He laughed again, and asked me if I wanted to hear about his sexual experiences that he promised would be true. I said yes, and he found us a quiet hidden spot in the woods behind a felled tree, and proceeded to tell me about how many times he'd been fucked in the ass by his next door neighbor, who was a grown man, and married besides.'

"His telling of it made me want to tell him about my brother. When I did, he told me that a lot of guys fucked their little brothers as their first experience. I asked him if the guy that fucked him had a big dick, and he said that he did. He held up his fingers to indicate about seven inches. He made a ring with his thumb and forefinger that didn't quite close. I couldn't believe he'd taken something that big up his butthole.'

"Well he and I eventually got down to trying it with each other. He was my first piece of ass, and I loved it. When he fucked me with his six inch cock, he was able to last until I came first. I loved the feeling of his cock thrusting in my hole while I was spewing cum in all directions.'

Later in the Summer, I heard a rumor that one of the adult councelors was gay, and plucking up my courage, I went to him to talk, I asked him if I could see his cock get hard. He was shocked that me, a kid in his eyes, would ask such a thing, and when he balked, I started feeling him up. He tried to push my hands away, but I was determined, and he soon enough got hard for me. Once it was hard, I offered to suck it for him, and I guess by that time, he was in need, because he let me. I'd never seen an adult cock hard before, and thought it was the biggest thing I'd ever seen. I wondered how Paul had ever gotten a thing that big up his hole without being split in two.'

I sucked the councelor a few times, and one day, saw him walking in the woods alone. I followed him secretly, and watched him go to the same fallen tree Paul and I used. He didn't know I was watching, when he stripped off all his clothes, and lay down on the grass, and started stroking his big dick. I wanted to suck him again, so I pretended to stumble onto his hiding place. I think I scared the shit out of him because he wilted. When he saw it was me, he started to breathe again, and stroke his dick. Soon enough it was back in working order. He told me to strip, and when I did, he motioed me to stand astride his body. He pulled a tube of something out of his pants pocket, and squeezed some on his fingers. He told me to squat a little, and he began tro work the lube into my hole.

When he had me good and greased up. he took hold of my hips, and lowered me onto his standing cock. When the head touched my hole, I let out a moan, and he thrust up into me. I cried out, and he clamped a hand over my mouth, and proceeded to stuff my hole all the way down to his balls. My expression of pain must have changed, because he took his hand away, and asked me how it felt. I answered by starting to pump myself up on his cock. He rolled me over onto my back in the grass, and proceeded to fuck me like a champ. I was sore for a week from the size of his cock, but I couldn't get enough of it either. We were in the woods as often as he could get away from his duties. When he couldn't, it was Paul and me fucking like rabbits often several times a day. Paul could cum five or six times a day, and often needed me to take his loads. The councelor, whose name was Dave, and I were able to get together several times a week, and even after camp was over, I got his office address, and I'd ride the bus to have him on his lunch hour, when his secretary was out to her lunch. He fucked me regularly for several years, until I got old enough to go away to school.'

"There was lots of cock in college, but I won't bore you with a blow by blow. I see I've made you a bit uncomfortable with my story." He had, my cock was hard as a piston in my pants. He grinned at me, and laid his hand over it. I felt it throb under his touch.

"You want to put that where it will do both of us some good?" He squeezed me harder.

"I've never done anything like that before."

"That's OK. I'll show you the ropes and we can go as slow as you like, but I would like to have that nice piece of meat up my ass tonight. I can't bare another night of jacking off over you." I shrugged, which he took for a yes. He stood up a little unsteady from the whiskey, and pulled me up beside him. He held my hand, and semi dragged me to his bedroom. Before I knew what was happening because of the whiskey fog in my mind, he had us both naked and on the bed together.

He was stroking my body all over, and causing me to throb with passion. He leaned over my stomach, and took my cock head into his mouth. I shivered with the feeling. He didn't actually suck my dick, but rather just let it soak in his hot mouth for a while. When he came up off me, he rolled over on his back and told me to get between his legs. I was in the position to put my shaft into his hole, and began to poke at him a little. He took a gob of spit and smeared it over my cockhead, and then pulled on my hips. I got the message and pushed into him. He seemed loose at first, like he'd lost muscle strength down there, but after I was in deep, he tightened up, and I gasped at the sensation. I started fucking him slowly, afraid I'd hurt him. After a minute of this, he whispered in my ear that I couldn't hurt him, and I should just relax and do it the way I felt like doing it.

By the time a was ready to cum, he was moaning and clawing my back. I'd never imagined sex could be this exciting. He had his hardon in his fist, and was jerking to beat the band, and groaning that he wanted to cum with me. I told him it was close and he nodded with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. I felt the first slug of cum boil up out of my nuts, and grunted it was going to happen. He moaned once more, and began to shoot his load between us. I filled his hole with everything I had, and collapsed on his chest. He was still blowing cum between us, and I could feel his big Irish cock throbbing against my belly. I felt good about it, that I'd given this man pleasure, and he had done the same for me. My mind couldn't help but contrast this sex with what I'd experienced with my wife. She basically would just lay beneith me and let me get off in her cunt. When I was finished, she would go wash herself out with a syringe of soapy water. I was usually asleep by the time she got back in bed.

Erin and I lay there and rubbed and stroked each other for what seemed like hours. We were beginning to sober up some, when we both realized we were ready to go again. He wanted to suck my cock for me this time, and I lay on the pile of pillows and watched him bobbing on my stiffness until I came again. He swallowed my cum, and then I decided I wanted to do the same for him. It took some coaching, after all it was my first blow job, but when he finally came it was another gusher. After that, we drifted off to sleep, but the next morning, after he served me coffee in bed, he told me he wanted to fuck my hole. I figured fair is fair, and when he had cum inside me, I knew that this would be the new me.

We've been together for over a year now, and the sex is still great and frequent. There are days, when he stops by the garage and we close it for lunch, and he does me in the toilet, or I do him. He's as sexy as I am, and we seem to need each other at least twice on a slow day. Some Sundays, we never get tired of each other in bed all day. He loves to talk to me about sex with other guys joining us, but it hasn't happened yet. He's worried I might be jealous or something. I've planned a surprise for his next birthday. I've found a guy I like, kind of, who has agreed to fuck us both tied up on the bed. One of Erin's fantasies. I'm supposed to tie him up and blindfold him so he can't see who it is, and then the guy, who happens to be a teacher at the community college, will tie me up next to him. Both our buttholes will be his for the rest of the night. It seems that is his fantasy, to have two men at his cock's mercy for as long as he can stand it. I know Erin will love his gift.

email: sintitulo2@yahoo.com

Rate this story

Liked this story?

Nifty is entirely volunteer-run and relies on people like you to keep the site running. Please support the Nifty Archive and keep this content available to all!

Donate to The Nifty Archive
Nifty

© 1992, 2024 Nifty Archive. All rights reserved

The Archive

About NiftyLinks❤️Donate