1. Mr. Cabernet


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: spinneroftales, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    I sucked my first cock when I was sixteen. It belonged to a sixteen-year-old neighbor who I thought was tremendous. I now know he was just a skinny teenager. But I remember he had a nice dick and I sucked him off a lot during the next year. He moved away and the following year was pretty dry. I did it once with a second cousin I didn’t know I had who was at a family reunion, and later twice with a high school jock. When I was seventeen I thought I was grown-up and sophisticated, when I was really still wet behind the ears. We lived in a small city that served as the state’s capital, so it wasn’t a berg, but it was no metropolis. I had somehow learned of certain spots where men who were looking for men met. I started occasionally going by some of those places just to see what was going on. One of the places was a small park downtown, but I was afraid to go in there at night, even though it wasn’t late. One night, at about eight, I decided to sit on a low wall that surrounded the park, to see if I could spot any activity. An older man came walking down the sidewalk, stopped and sat down about fifteen feet away and lit a cigarette. I glanced his way and he offered me a cigarette from his pack. I didn’t smoke, but I was tempted to take it to show how worldly I was. I hesitated and he withdrew the pack, saying, “You shouldn’t smoke, you’re probably too young.” “I’m eighteen,” I lied. “It’s still better you don’t. It’s a nasty habit. You live around here?” I shook my head. He took ...
    a long drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke out in a steady stream. “Anything going on in there?” He indicated the park with his head. I shrugged. “You don’t talk much, do you?” I laughed. “My mom says I never shut up.” He smiled and took another puff on his cigarette. “I come here every two months or so on business, but I don’t know anybody here. So look, would you like to come up to my hotel room for a drink?” Now he was offering me a drink. I was impressed. I guess I did look and act eighteen, I stupidly thought. “Sure.” He was taller than me and a lot older. I know now he was twenty-five years older, but at that age twenty-five years is a huge amount. He said, “Well, if you’re going to drink my booze I should know your name.” I stuck out my hand. “I’m Thad.” “Thad. Nice name. You can call me Steve.” We walked the two blocks to his hotel, which was a mid-priced chain hotel, chatting casually. At the same time my stomach was churning and my mind reeling. This was an unknown adventure and exciting… and exactly the kind of things that puts kids in harm’s way. We walked through the lobby as if we were both registered and the lazy desk clerk barely noticed us. As soon as we got in the room he took off his suit coat and removed his tie, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his white shirt. “God I hate wearing that monkey suit. Make yourself comfortable. Kick off your shoes, take off your T, get naked, whatever you’d like.” I laughed nervously. There was an armchair and I sat ...
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