This is the story about the time that I let a nineteen year old straight college kid stay in my apartment for two weeks, while I was on vacation in Florida. In the past, I have written some true stories, and others that are based on true characters, but come totally from my imagination. This is a 100% true story.
It happened in the early 1980s. I had just turned thirty and Harry was nineteen at the time. I was working out three times a week, and felt very good about my body. I managed the warehouse of a mail order business, and we hired high school and college guys to work after school and during the summer. Harry was the best friend of the owner's son, who also worked in the family business. Harry started working in the warehouse, when he was seventeen. He was a skinny kid with long curly brown hair, and kind of a funny face. He had an engaging, humorous personality even as a young teen. I thought that he was a fun kid to be around, but Harry was certainly no looker and I never thought twice about him in any sexual way.
But Harry had began doing push ups and sit ups and had developed a nice tight body that I was not aware of until one hot summer afternoon, when he returned from lunch with a couple of other guys. They had been playing basketball during their lunch break and Harry returned dripping with sweat, carrying his white t shirt in his hand. I could not believe that skinny Harry had turned into such a hot teen stud. He was now six one and still thin, but had the V shape of a swimmer with a nice very smooth chest and a thin waist that I observed as his baggy jeans were hanging down well below his waist line. His stomach was totally smooth save for a thin line of light brown hair that went from his navel into the top of his baggy jeans. I watched as he grabbed a roll of paper towels and tore off several sheets to mop the sweat off his hot young body.
I was fascinated and tried to watch surreptitiously, as he wiped down his body. I noticed some wispy brown hair in his armpits as he twisted his torso to wipe off the sweat. His smooth thin, but well proportioned body looked real good to me, and I now thought of Harry as a sexual object. I did not expect for anything to really happen between us, due to the age difference, the fact that Harry was the best friend of the son of my boss, and that he was a typical straight teenager who was obsessed with girls. He always spoke rather openly about this current girlfriend or his latest female prospects. I realized that Harry was a very sexy looking boy who would probably remain a jerk off fantasy for me, as were many of the youthful males who worked in the warehouse. And there were a few times when I was alone in the locker area for the employees, and I picked up one of Harry's jackets or extra shirts and I sniffed the armpit area of his garments. His delicious teen smell was incredible and I wished that I could take one home to jerk off to, but I had to be content with the quick whiffs of his body scent right there in the locker room.
It was about a year later in late February that I was planning my usual winter get a way to Fort Lauderdale for some sun, relaxation and hopefully to suck off some cute young guys. I had become more friendly with Harry during that year, as he was now attending college and had come to my apartment a few times with other coworkers to hang out, drink some beer or to smoke some pot. I had attended a few rock concerts with Harry and some of his friends and we were now fairly close although my sexual interests were never talked about. I assumed that he realized that I was gay, but the subject was never discussed. Harry lived with his parents and thought it would be really cool if I would let him stay at my apartment while I was away. He told me that he had watched his older, married brother's apartment plenty of times and it would be cool. Harry was very persistent, and I agreed.
I told him to come over one night during my last week before vacation. I wanted to show him around, and also thought that a night alone could prove interesting, but I certainly had no real idea that I would actually have sex with Harry. It was a very cold February night that Harry came over to get the keys, and go over the details of the place. After we took care of business, we settled back to drink some beer and smoke some grass. Harry had removed his wet snow covered shoes when he came in, and was wearing his trademark faded jeans, his white socks and a button up flannel shirt that had the top two buttons open, as the radiator was pumping and the apartment was very hot. Things were to get even hotter for me in the next hour.
I was sitting in my easy chair facing Harry who was sitting on the couch. I kept trying to check out Harry's chest as he moved around and the open part of his shirt his shirt revealed more smooth skin. We were joking and laughing while partying and listening to "Who's Next" on the stereo, when Harry got quiet and looked at me with a serious expression. I asked him what was up?
He didn't say anything for a couple of seconds and then he spoke in an unusually quiet voice.
"I want to ask you a question, Mike."
"Sure."
"Are you gay?"
I didn't answer at once. I stared into his eyes and could see that he was not asking in an antagonizing manner. He was looking at me intently, waiting for a reply.
"Yes, I am gay"
I waited for a response. He eased up the serious expression and looked at me and smiled his usual goofy stoned smile. He then explained.
"Everyone at work told me that you were, but I always said that it was not true. You act like a regular guy, going to ball games and stuff. But I guess they were right."
I explained to Harry that all gay men did not fit into the typical stereotype, and that gay's are everywhere, although not always visible, if you do not know. He seemed satisfied with my answer and then he walked over to the stereo and switched to a Grateful Dead album and really blasted the music and began to dance and sing along with Jerry Garcia. I smiled and watched as he put on a little show for me. He unbuttoned another button on his shirt as he began to sweat. I could now see the pink nipple on his right breast as his shirt moved as he danced to the Dead. I was getting turned on and then Harry stopped dancing. He knew that I had acquired some Quaalude pills, which were the exotic drug of choice at that time. He had only tried them once before and asked me with his puppy dog eyes look, if we could please try them. I instantly said yes, as ludes were great for making one lose their inhibitions and makes you extremely horny. I had had some of the best sex of my life while stoned on ludes.
I went into the bedroom to bring one out and broke it in half. We downed the half with another beer and sat down to groove to the music. I had not eaten dinner, nor had Harry as we got together right after work. The Quaalude took effect quickly on our empty stomachs, and I was soon feeling very stoned. Harry told me that he was too. We decided to have another beer and got up to walk to the refrigerator. I had also taken off my shoes and as we both got near the refrigerator, our feet touched. I stopped as I felt a jolt of sexual energy go through my stoned body, as my white sock covered foot touched Harry's. I was so high and so stoned as I looked across at Harry who was also standing staring at me. He spoke first, or actually started to speak.
"Do you want to...I mean....no never mind."
I stared into his eyes, and I could smell his familiar body scent and his sweet beer breath in my face. I was so very turned on, and I got the message that Harry was too. I then asked,
"Do you want to go lie down in the bedroom?"
He did not answer with words, but kind of nodded. I removed my toe from his and turned around and led the way into the bedroom. He followed and we both climbed into my double bed. I looked over and saw that Harry had laid down flat on his back, and I could see his chest rising up and down through the slightly open shirt that was clinging to his tight frame. His heart was apparently beating with excitement and anticipation. I bent over and touched his chest. He moaned and relaxed his head on the pillow. I took that as a green light to proceed.
I was up on my knees next to his reclining body and I then straddled him and began to open the remaining buttons on his shirt. I was so incredibly excited to be living this dream come true. I was actually sitting on Harry's body and removing his clothes. As I opened the rest of his shirt, I could smell a strong scent coming from his body. This was the scent that I had detected on his jacket and dirty shirt, but only ten times more pungent. All of my stoned senses were turned on to the max, by being where I was right then. When the shirt was completely open, I pulled it out of the front of his jeans and he then moved his ass up slightly off the bed so I could remove it completely from his pants. I tossed the shirt to the floor and now Harry was laying back on my bed in only his low slung faded jeans and his socks. I glanced to his crotch. I had noticed the full bulge in this jeans many times, but for the first time, I saw that it was hard. I could see his hard cock pushing up against the faded denim and I now reached down and opened the snap on his jeans.
He wore no belt. I moved my fingers to the zipper and slid it down. I parted his jeans and saw the top of Harry's cock extending above the white cotton shorts. I pulled his jeans and underwear down together, as he once again moved his ass up to allow me to undress him. I stood up and pulled his pants and underwear off of his feet and he was now completely naked and his rock hard teen cock was throbbing on his belly. I removed my shirt and pants and climbed back on top of him in just my white jockey shorts. My cock was throbbing too and I was rubbing my cloth covered cock up against his naked one. I was about to move down and begin to lick my way from his nipples down to his bare cock when I felt his hot breath and noticed that Harry had moved his lips up to mine and I lowered my face to his and our lips touched and he was kissing me. I was totally unprepared for this, as I had only expected to give him the greatest blow job of his life. But instead I opened my mouth and felt Harry's tongue now wrestling with mine as our dicks continued to rub down below. I do not know how long our make out session lasted, but I had to taste the rest of his hot naked body.
I pulled my tongue out of his wet mouth and worked my way from his lips to his chin and down his Adam's apple to his chest. I licked his broad smooth chest and kissed each pink nipple. Harry was moaning and tossing his long haired head around the pillow, while I continued to lick his entire upper body. I tried to taste his delicious armpits but discovered that he had used deodorant and the taste was not him. Instead I licked my way down his chest to this taut smooth belly all the way down to his belly button. I found the trail of brown hair and licked my way into his brown curly pubic hair. I could wait no longer. His cock was a very cute cut six inch stiffie that was dribbling in clear oozing pre cum. I took his pink cock head into my mouth and tasted my first sample of his seminal fluid. It was like a nectar from the god's.
I now positioned my mouth over his hard cock and swallowed his entire length. I used my throat muscles to caress his beautiful cock. I was feeling his body with my hands while I sucked my dream cock. He soon began thrusting his cock up into my mouth and down my throat. I began to gag and tried to move my hand to help jack and suck him, but he then reached up to pull my face into his crotch. All too quickly Harry was grunting and shooting his cum into my mouth. I quickly regained my sucking and finished swallowing his all too quick orgasm. His cum was so fulfilling to me. I had thought about swallowing his load for two years and it was just perfect. I loved being where I was, with my face buried in his crotch and my mouth filled with Harry's cock and cum. I held his now softening cock in my mouth and eventually began to kiss my way back up his body. When I reached his mouth, I tried to resume kissing him when he turned his head away and told me.
"Don't do that. It is disgusting."
I realized that he did not want to kiss me with my mouth full of his cum. Instead I just rubbed my face against him and continued to hold him. I then rolled off of him and did not know how he would react after he had cum. Straight boy's can act strangely after orgasms, but Harry was very mellow and began to talk to me laying naked next to me. He told me that he had always wondered what it would be like with a guy, and was glad that I was his first man. This made me happy. He also told me what a fantastic blow job that I had given him and he apologized for not lasting longer. I told him that I was happy to get him off. He also said that he didn't understand why I, like some of his girl friends would try to kiss him with cum in our mouths. I chucked and apologized for that.
As we continued to talk I reached over and began to play with his cock again. He got stiff and I now proceeded to jerk him off. His cock reached its full six inches and I was leaning over giving him a hand job. He then asked me if he could tell me something that he had never told anyone. I told him that I could keep a secret. He explained that when he was thirteen and his brother was sixteen, his brother would pay him for Harry to give the sixteen year old brother hand jobs. I thought that was amusing but then I felt Harry's hand reach to my groin. I slipped my underpants off and I felt Harry grip my cock and begin to pump my hard six inch cut cock while I simultaneously jerked him off. I did not last too long, and began to cum after a few minutes of Harry's hand job. I then finished him off and he shot his cum on his belly. I could see the thick white cum on his hard smooth belly and in his brown pubic bush. I rubbed his cum around until he asked me for a towel. I got up to clean myself, and tossed him a towel as well.
It was now after one AM, and I told him that he was welcome to spend the night and we could go to work together. But he told me that he wanted to go home and was on his way within the next ten minutes. The next day at work, I was gushing with enthusiasm and tried to make some private references to him about what happened, but he seemed annoyed by my trying to bring it up. I got the message and ignored the incident. I went on my vacation the next day, and called Harry a couple of times to see how everything was going. He told me that he had brought his new girl friend over and had fucked her in my bed. I reminded him to please change the sheets before I got home, as I did not want to smell her pussy juice. We both laughed.
When I returned back home, I inspected the apartment and was glad to find that it was clean and that nothing had been broken. But when I went into the bathroom I found one item. In the corner of the bathroom floor was a pair of crumpled up jockey shorts. I picked them up and discovered that they were a pair of Harry's twenty-eight waist jockeys and I noticed that they were wet. I inspected them and found that they were covered in a fresh coat of wet cum. I smiled. Harry had left me a thank you present. He must have been there just a few hours before I arrived home, as the cum was fresh and still warm. I ate that wet load right out of his dirty briefs and I jerked off with the cum dried briefs in my face many more times, remembering the night that Harry and I had sex.
There were no repeat performances, although I did try to get Harry to let me at least suck him off again. But he explained to me that he was straight and just wanted to try it. I am still friends with Harry today. He is married with two children. But when I went to his bachelor party a couple of days before his wedding, he was drinking and told me in a private moment that he will always remember that night, and every detail of what happened. And that he is glad that it happened with me.
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