Before I begin my story, I would like to ask that you do not criticize my story, as some have done with my other two stories. I am new to this website, I am writing about things as they happened—not fantasies—and I am not a professional writer. I just want to tell my story, as everyone else seems to be doing here. If you like it, then I am glad and I thank you, but if you don"t, then I"m sorry.

On 23 Jan 2007, I wrote "My First Gay Sex" (located in the "First Time Sex" category), which was about how I had my first gay sex at a nude beach in 1974. This is about a follow-up experience I had, at around 1985 or so, when one of my friends came to visit me again.

My memory is not very good anymore, so I cannot remember exactly what year it was that all this happened, but I think it was somewhere around 1984, because I was between wives, and I think I married my second wife (now ex-wife) in 1985. Nonetheless, I was over at my parent"s house, and I had gotten permission from my dad to work on my car out in their garage. I had changed my spark plugs and points, and changed my oil, lubed the wheels, and changed the brake fluid, so I was pretty messy from being under the car, and I had grease all over me, which made me quite smelly.

Just as I was finishing and ready to go for a test drive, an old friend, Dale, came by to see me. He used to live in the house 2 doors north of my parent"s house, and this was the first time I had seen him in several years.

As Dale first came up the driveway and said hi, I hardly recognized him because the last time I had seen him, he was only about 12 or 13, and now he was about 23 or 24. He had to tell me who he was before I could see that it WAS him. After we reestablished our friendship, I asked him if he wanted to go with me for the test drive. "Of course I would!” he said, "I came all the way over here from [where he lived. He told me, but I cannot remember…] just to see you!” "Great! Hop in and we"ll get her started!”

I drove my usual route, going a little on the regular streets, and a little on the freeway, and when I was driving on my way back to my parent"s house, after leaving the freeway off ramp, I passed a part of the riverbed that Dale and I had gone to long ago. Dale said, "Hey Jim! Do you remember that place?” I said, "What place?” He said, "The place we just passed! In the riverbed! Don"t you remember what we did there?”

That brought back many memories. I remembered that when I went to the nude beach in Santa Monica in 1974 that I wrote about in my last story, I had taken him along. I was 19 then, and I think he was 12 or 13. He did not join me and strip naked on the beach, however. He just wanted to go along to see all the naked people there—especially the girls. Afterwards, on our way home, he asked me to take him there to the riverbed. Then once I parked my car, he asked me to walk with him down into it because he said he wanted to show me something, and I followed him under the bridge, where the street passed overhead.

When we got there and were completely under the bridge, he told me that seeing all those naked people made him horny and he asked me "to help him”, as he began to drop his pants. I asked him what he wanted ME to do. Then he said, "Well, if you drop your pants too, we could stroke each other”. Then after hesitating a little, he said, "Don"t worry. I"m not gay. I"m just horny, and it"s your fault because you took me there. I didn"t really believe you that we were really going to a nude beach, but we did, and I SURELY didn"t believe that YOU would take off all YOUR clothes too! and now I am REALLY horny because I saw YOU, MY FRIEND, naked too! so you"ve got to help me. Please? Please help me?” I told him I didn"t think I could, because I was 19—a legal adult, and he was still 12 or 13—a minor, and I could get in trouble. He said, "Hell! I"m not going to tell! Look at me! I"m BEGGING! PLEASE HELP ME!”

Well, I was horny too, so I dropped my pants too. Then we got bolder. We pulled our pants up again and walked all the way up to the top of the riverbank, where there was a little cubbyhole that was only about 3 feet high below the street. There, we would be hidden, should anyone be walking down in the riverbed below.

Once we had found that "safe spot” we took off ALL of our clothes because we were both so horny. What made us even MORE HORNY was the fact that we COULD have been caught, stark naked as we were, and somehow, that make it more fun.

We then started to stroke each other, and we each began to enjoy the feeling of someone else touching our cocks. Soon, they began to be throbbing hard cocks. Mine swelled up more than usual because I was enjoying the feeling so much. I think Dale was feeling the same way too. He was just at the beginning of puberty so his cock was a cute little one, but I could feel that he must have been excited because it felt like it was stretched to the max.

Then without saying anything, Dale reached over and put his mouth on my cock and began to suck me off. That felt great, but I stopped him and told him of what I had just done. I told him that when he was looking all over for me on the beach, it was because I had met a guy there who took me to his apartment and that we showered together and then he sucked me off and I sucked him off too.

Dale was really interested in knowing how it felt to do it to each other at the same time as the other guy did with me, so we did it too. I sucked him at the same time that he sucked me. I told him that I didn"t care if he sucked me off all the way, or if he wanted me to pull out just as I was ready to come, but if I did, I wanted him to stroke me off and keep stroking until I couldn"t stand it anymore. (That is something a masseuse had done to me at a massage parlor when I asked her to stroke me off instead of going all the way {because I don"t believe in sex before marriage and with anyone other than my wife}, and the way she did it felt so great, I almost had a heart attack.)

Dale wasn"t sure if he wanted cum in his mouth either, so I promised I WOULD tell him when I was about to come. Nonetheless, I sucked HIM off until he couldn"t stand it and I swallowed all of his cum when it exploded into my mouth. This made me begin to come too, so I told him and he pulled out, and jerked me off until I couldn"t stand it and I came so hard, I almost had a heart attack. When we were finished, he hugged me and thanked me, and said, "Now I feel MUCH better!” I did too.

Then Dale asked me if I had ever kissed another man. I said, "NO!” I didn"t want to ADMIT that I had just been kissed by another MAN. Then he laughed and said, "Neither have I, but please? Can WE do it? Just to see how it feels?” "I was saying, "I don"t know”, when suddenly, I felt his lips on mine. He pressed them against mine and put his hands on the back of my head and held my head close to his as he was kissing me. At first, I wanted to resist, but I couldn"t. This was the second time I had been kissed by another guy—all in the same day! Had it not been for the guy at the beach kissing me, I would have been repulsed by even the thought of Dale kissing me, but he HAD kissed me, and I DID like the way it felt, and it WAS wonderful and now, Dale kissing me for my SECOND kiss from another GUY in the same DAY was wonderful too!

Now Dale"s lips were pressed against mine, and my resistance had melted. It didn"t take long for me to warm up to the idea of kissing him and Dale was also doing so in the great manner in which the other guy had kissed me just hours before—almost like he KNEW how to kiss another guy. I was so hot thinking about that, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Dale backed off and said, "Euuu! WHAT are you doing!?” I said, "Well, if you want to kiss, you might as well try it this way. This is the way the other guy kissed me today!” He asked, "Did he kiss you too?” and I told him that yes, he had, and then he asked, "and he kissed you THAT WAY?” and I said, "Yes, he did”. So Dale kissed me again. This time, he put HIS tongue in my mouth and we French kissed. That made us horny again for each other, so we sucked each other off once again before getting dressed and walking back to the car again.

Now it was years later, and again, as I estimate it, it must have been about 11 years later, and Dale was in my car again, we were driving past that "hiding spot”, and he was asking me if I remembered what we did there. I said, "Yes. I remember what we did there… Why?” Then he smiled devilishly and said, "So do I”. Then he asked, "Could you park the car here and could we walk down there again? Just to pay a visit there again?” I said, "No, Dale. I"m sorry, but I think I know what you are really asking, and I don"t do that now. It"s wrong”. He said, "Come on, please? I didn"t say I wanted to DO that. I just said I wanted to pay it a visit”. I laughed and again said no.

When I was finished with my test drive, at my parent"s house, I brought Dale in to see my parents again for the first time since his parents bought a new house somewhere else and moved away. Then after a short while, I excused myself from my parents and said that I had to go home so I could wash the grease off of me. I knew that Dale wanted to spend a while longer with me, so I asked him if he wanted to see my apartment. He was overjoyed with that, so he got in his car and followed me there.

Once we were inside my apartment, I told Dale that I didn"t want to be rude, but I needed to take a shower, because I was so stinky with grease, I was driving myself crazy smelling myself, so I excused myself to go take a shower. I told Dale to sit in my livingroom, watch TV or listen to music on my stereo, and make himself comfortable. Then I went into the bathroom to take my shower.

I closed the door, but I didn"t lock it. After I had removed all my clothes, and was standing under the showerhead, before I turned on the water, I remembered something important. I had forgotten to get a washcloth and a towel. My towel closet was outside of the bathroom and across the hall, in a little cubbyhole between the livingroom and the bedroom, and directly across from the bathroom.

Without thinking, I opened the bathroom door and ran across the hallway, as I usually do, to get to the closet without being seen through my sliding glass door in the livingroom where my drapes were pulled open. I forgot about Dale sitting in the livingroom. He shouted, "Jim! What are you doing?!! You"re naked!” I became—not really embarrassed—but a little self-conscious and said, "Oh Dale! I"m sorry, I"m so used to being alone when I take a shower, I forgot you were here!” and all the time I was saying that, I was standing facing him, not thinking of whether he could see my entire naked body, or if anyone could see in from outside. Dale laughed and said, "Oh, it"s OK! Just go and take your shower!” I went inside the bathroom and again, I closed the door, but, again, did not lock it. I"m not used to locking it, and didn"t see why I should.

After I had started the water and got it to the temperature that I like, Dale suddenly appeared. He was naked too, and he had a washcloth in his hand. He said, "When I saw you naked, just standing there, it reminded me of before, and I couldn"t resist taking off my clothes too and joining you—especially since I didn"t hear you lock your door!” Then he asked, "Would you like me to wash your back?” I thought, well, he"s already here, and he IS already naked, so why not? so I said that it was OK. He came into the shower and soaped up the washcloth really good and began to wash my back, as he promised he would.

He rubbed my back gently, softly, slowly, and sensually. It felt good—REALLY GOOD! It felt so good, my cock got big and hard. He smiled and said, "Oh, are you thinking of doing it together again after all?” I said, "No. It"s just hard because you are doing that so good, it feels good”. And he said, "Yeah. Sure thing” and he laughed a little. I looked at his penis and saw that it was hard too, but I didn"t say anything. I DID notice that it was MUCH bigger now than it was when he was only 12 or 13. Then he came in front of me and did my chest in the same sensual manner.

He did not do my cock and instead did my legs, the right one first, and then the left one, and did them from my feet all the way up to my thigh. Then he hung up the washcloth and with his hands, he did my butt crack.

While he was washing me, with his soft and gentle touch, it was titillating me and I was getting turned on. Then seeing his big, hard, throbbing cock in front of me made me even more turned on, I guess because I knew he was turned on, so that made me get even more turned on. By now, I was ready for whatever Dale had in mind for me.

He picked up the washcloth again, began to soap it up really good again, and said, "I"ll bet you thought I forgot something”. Then he looked at me with his devilish smile again.

Before I could answer, he was doing my big, hard, throbbing cock. Then he did it ever so softly and gently, slowly, and sensually. Then he hung up the washcloth and washed my throbbing, hard cock with his hands.

Soon, he stopped with the washing and stood up. The next thing I knew, he was holding me tight, our stomachs pressed together hard, our hard cocks against each other, and he kissed me, holding the back of my head and pushing it towards him to make our lips tighter, and to make it so I wouldn"t back away. By now, I wouldn"t have backed away, though, because I was so turned on.

Then, while we were kissing, he began to stroke my cock back and forth, going the full length and taking special care to pull his hands all the way from my balls to the head, and then taking special care to pay attention to the head before going back to my balls again. He started doing it in slow motion, and then got faster and faster.

When he heard me moan in delight, he quit stroking me, got on his knees again, and began to suck me off. Ooooh it felt great! It had been at least 6 years since I had had sex from my ex-wife—or from anyone else for that matter—so this felt so great, it was hard to resist. Dale had cleverly broken down all my resistance so I could not hold back anymore. He sucked me off until I came and he even remembered that I like for it to be prolonged until I couldn"t stand it anymore... This time, when I told him I was about to come, he held me closer and sucked me harder and harder, and faster and faster, to make me come in his mouth. When I came, I almost had a heart attack again, and I was in seventh heaven. It felt so GREAT!

Then I took MY washcloth, soaped it up, and did Dale"s back. I did it just as gently and sensuously as he did to me. Then I did his chest, and his legs and feet too, just as he did to me. Then I took the other washcloth, which wasn"t going to be used again, and washed his butt crack.

Now I was at his big, hard, throbbing cock and I was on my knees with it waving just in front of my face. Just as he did to me, I took the washcloth and ever so gently, and ever so sensuously, cleaned it, first with the washcloth, and then with my bare hands.

While I was washing his naked body and noticing his erect penis, and watching the soap going sensuously down his naked body, I was getting turned on from watching it. There was actually something sexy about it, even though I am not gay and don"t normally do this sort of thing. These thoughts made me turned on again, so I had to stand up and kiss him, pressing our hard, throbbing cocks together again.

Then I returned his favor and stroked his cock back and forth, going slow at first, until he began to moan, and then I went faster and faster, until he was moaning in sheer delight, as I was when he did it to me. Then I said, "Please don"t feel let down, but I AM going to suck you off, but I want you to tell me when you are going to come, so I don"t have to swallow, and then I"ll beat you off—just like last time”.

I could never get used to swallowing the gism. It just doesn"t taste good to me, and I often wonder if that is why gays get AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases. I wonder if it is because the sperm and seminal fluid are not meant to be digested. That is why I cannot bring myself to be a gay. I"m sorry, but I am one who believes it is a choice, not something that you are born with. However, I don"t put down gays because I know deep in my own heart, that if I could find another man who would stay with me for life, but who would not require any sex more than mutual masturbation, I would probably be with him for life too, but who would that be? I know I could never butt fuck or allow myself to be butt fucked. That just doesn"t turn me on at all!

Dale smiled and said, "Don"t worry. I understand. I would just love it if you WOULD suck me off!” I stopped beating him off and began to suck him off, going slow and sensuous at first and then gradually building up speed and going deeper and deeper until I couldn"t go any deeper. Then just as he promised, Dale, said, "I"m coming! I"m coming! Oh how I"m coming!” I got so excited by the way he was saying that he was coming, I began sucking him faster and faster paying more attention to the head, until he burst with an explosion of cum that filled my mouth. This time, unlike when he was only 13, he filled my mouth with his cum, but I didn"t stop, because I remembered that he liked it, too, until he couldn"t stand it any longer, so I kept sucking him faster and faster and harder and harder until he began to moan too as much as I had moaned. I spit out what cum I could, but I think I had swallowed most of it in all the excitement.

Then, when I stood up, Dale held me in a bear hug and kissed me again in a big, passionate kiss, saying, "Oh thankyou Jim! Thankyou Jim! I can"t tell you how good it felt to do it with you one more time again! I"m so glad you changed your mind!” Then before I could say anything, he began to French kiss me, just as we had so many years ago, and again, it felt so good, he had melted all my resistance, so I couldn"t hold back. Then just as before, we both got horny again, and had to suck each other off again, so we dried each other off and went to my double bed and sucked each other at the same time, just as we had done before., and then we brought each other into seventh heaven when we came again. It was WONDERFUL!

After that night, I never saw Dale again. I don"t know what happened. He said he would come by again, but never did. He didn"t tell me where he was living and I forgot to ask, and I couldn"t find him in the phone book. I just tried again tonight on an online phone book, but I cannot find Dale W. anywhere. On a people finding website, they DO list his name, but several times, and there are a large number of Dale W.s out there, but I don"t know which one is him—or if he would want to see me if I DO find him.

Dale, if you are reading this, please e-mail me and let me know. I have been thinking of you for a long time now, and my cock is throbbing hard again as I am remembering you and writing this about you. I even had to stop as I was writing this so I could jerk myself off! I would like to see you again so we can have another wonderful evening together, just as we did before.

If you are not Dale, and you might like to take his place, but understand my conditions that I do not butt fuck, nor do I swallow cum, then e-mail me and let me know if you have a hard, throbbing cock, thinking about it too.