It wasn't that easy being gay and living in a place like Omaha. I was attracted to a lot of guys in my high school, but there was no way I was going to approach any of them. I had visions of them ganging up on me in the gym and beating the shit out of me.
I knew the answer would be in hooking up with older, maybe married guys. Besides, they were safer ... they were just looking to get off, not looking for a relationship. I figured it would be the perfect way to satisfy my curiosity about cock and still keep things nice and discrete.
I don't remember for sure exactly how I found out about this, but it was a few weeks after I turned 17 that I found out about the whole "cruising" thing. It turned out that my home town had a few places where guys hooked up for sex. I kept hearing rumors about the parking lots downtown, between the bowling alley and the office quads. I heard it was a popular meeting place for gay and bi men. It being downtown, the parking lots were empty late at night, except for the guys who were there to look for action.
I didn't think I would ever summon up the guts to try it, but my curiosity (and my hard cock) finally got the better of me, and I decided to go there late one Saturday night. It had been really hot all day, and things hadn't cooled off too much. If you haven't been to Nebraska in the summer, it just bakes. I was a five-foot-four 17 year old, decked out in shorts and a t-shirt. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised that I was approached practically the second I got there.
I was worried that there would be a lot of creepy weirdos, so I was pretty surprised to see that the guy who pulled up in his car was a nice-looking, fiftyish gentleman in a shirt and tie. We was driving a sleek, late-model Buick and he asked me (very politely) if I would like to join him in his car.
I was too nervous to answer him right away, but he smiled and opened the door for me. I thought to myself "this is it!" and slid into the passenger seat. He drove to a slightly more secluded spot.
"So," he said, smiling at me, "how much experience do you have?"
"Not much," I admitted. I could tell I was blushing.
"My name is Carl, by the way." He reached out and started stroking the inside of my thigh. My dick practically leaped to attention, I got hard so fast. Carl gave a low chuckle and gave my dick the lightest of brushes with his fingertips. "What would you like to try?"
"I don't know."
"You seem nervous."
"I am, a little."
"Would you be more relaxed if we went to my apartment? It's not far."
"Yes! That would help a lot," I said. "I keep thinking the cops are going to come by."
"My place it is, then."
We pulled up in front of the apartment building. As we entered the lobby to his place, I got a good look at Carl and I saw for the first time how big he actually was. He was at least a foot taller than me, and quite heavily built. We took the elevator up to his place, he unlocked the door and ushered me in.
The apartment looked like the home of a real business professional, maybe a lawyer. It was tidy, spotlessly clean, and the furniture was good and the art on the walls looked tasteful and expensive. Carl closed and locked the door, and then he held me tight up against him. Carl may have been in his 50s, but he was every bit as horny as I was. I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. His hands were fondling my butt cheeks (not easy because of our height difference), and I thought I was going to swoon from pure lust.
The next thing I knew, Carl's hands were groping inside of my shorts, and he quickly wrapped his fingers around my straining cock. Feeling his warm hands on my prick was as wonderful ... it was everything I ever imagined man-on-man contact to be like. To hell with his age, this was ten times better than anything I would get from one of my fellow inexperienced teenagers.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"Uh ... rum and Coke?"
"Make yourself comfortable, and I'll get you one."
I settled into the couch and saw that it was real leather. It probably cost more than my car. Carl came out quickly with a martini for himself and a rum and Coke for me. I took one sip and almost started coughing. Carl had not skimped on the rum. The drink was as stiff as my rod.
We chatted and drank for a bit, and then Carl began fondling my cock under my shorts once again. It was as hard as ever, and my whole body thrilled to his touch. He slipped my shorts and underwear off, and kneeled down to take my cock in his mouth. It was unbelievable. The sensation of his mouth and tongue laving over my cock was so incredibly exciting, I was afraid I would shoot off instantly.
"Um ... hold on," I said.
Carl stopped sucking and looked up at me. "Is something wrong? Am I going too fast?"
"It's not that. It's just ..." I was a little embarrassed, searching for the words. "What your doing is great but I'm afraid I'm going to ... you know ... finish too soon."
Carl chuckled, "I understand," and he stood up and pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He had a very hairy torso, with the hair mostly starting to go grey. Carl then slipped out of his pants and shucked off his bikini-style underwear. My older lover stood in front of me totally naked, his hard and very substantial cock was bobbing directly in front of my face.
I reached out to take Carl's prink in my hand, instinctively running my fingers up and down his thick, veiny shaft. I could feel the blood in Carl's cock pulsing in my hand. His cock was so beautiful, I wanted to keep looking at it and touching it forever. Could a young man's first time be any better than this?
"Would you like to suck it?" Carl's voice was almost a whisper.
By way of an answer, I dipped my head down, placing my lips around the head and gently sucking. I could feel his hands on my head, subtly pressing down and urging me to take more of his huge dick in my mouth.