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1. John MacDonald Says:
   

   I was 18 and had a shared apartment in the “gay”
   neighborhood of Loring Park. This was ’82 and the park had a
   reputation of being really cruisy. I was a little intimidated but made
   a point of being out and about. Loved seeing all the hot guys around
   and was almost always in a state of high excitement. One night while I
   was hanging in the park I saw a guy that was my “type.” He was prob
   about 42 or so, kind of scruffy beard, big arms and shoulders. He had
   a little gut, but so did I. He was wearing faded tight jeans, maroon
   t-shirt, with leather vest over it, wide belt, and big work boots. I was really
   attracted to him but didn’t know how to proceed. He was walking
   around the pond and towards me. I didn’t want him to just pass and
   thought I may just get a better look at him so I went up the grassy
   bank a little and sat down, just casually looking out over the water. It
   was early autumn and was just starting to get dark. Now it happened
   that the place I had picked was just above a bench facing away from
   the water and across the path up the hill. He takes a seat on the
   bench, very casual and just looks around. He wasn’t paying much
   attention to me right away, just lit a cigarette, leaned his arm on
   the back of the bench and relaxed. I was going nuts. His bicep had
   bulged out over the back rest and I could see his hairy armpit. I had
   to do something. I had been laying back on my elbows with my knees up.
   He was directly in front of me. I waited for him to glance my way,
   and boldly grabbed my crotch. It was the right thing to do. He eased
   himself off the bench and started my way.
   “What’s up?”
   “Just hangin'” My heart was racing but I was trying to be so cool. I
   was kind of a punk in those days so had gelled up hair and combo of
   vintage clothes, army surplus, and combat boots.
   He sat right next to me and started to chat. His name was Gene, he
   lived in the neighborhood. If I wasn’t busy did I want to come over
   for a Beer?
   We walked a couple blocks to his building. He had a small apartment,
   one room with a kitchen. Bed in the main room and like a round sofa
   lounger thing in the middle. There was a Colt calendar on the wall I
   remember staring at. He got me a beer and we talked about school, his
   work, if I was seeing anyone. I had been siting on the bed and he lay
   down next to me. He touched the side of my face and brought me in for
   a kiss. I could see he was getting hard and I was already there.
   “let’s get naked”
   His chest was as hairy as mine and his cock was a little bigger than
   mine with some foreskin. He’d been cut but the doctor had been kind
   and left him a little something to play with. He took my cock in his
   mouth, it was cool with the beer and startled me. He pushed me down
   and positioned himself between my legs. He sucked my cock easily,
   rubbing my balls with his thumb, then reached up to tweak my nipple.
   When his head would bob up I could see his cock, rock hard and
   dripping. I was in love with pre-cum (still am) I slid around until I was
   under him with my cock in his face and his starting to drip in my open
   mouth. I went down to his base being careful of my teeth and gaged a
   little. I was getting real close to cumming and pulled my cock back
   from his mouth. He knew what was going on and backed off a little then pushed up
   a little and started rimming me. I love having my ass eaten and he was
   very good. My cock was bouncing off his chest hair and he had started a
   real comfortable mouth fuck on me. As I relaxed more he was able to
   push into my throat a little. I could tell he didn’t want to hurt me
   but he was moaning and loving what he was doing.
   He started to tense-up after awhile. He pulled off my ass, grabbed my
   cock strait up and took it down to the base. He was moaning and the
   vibration was making my cock throb. He started fingering my hole and
   thrusting more aggressively. I was cumming and he came at the same
   time. I was flying. My whole body was vibrating. His cum was sweet and
   there was a lot of it. He kind of collapsed on me and we lay like that
   for a while soaking in the heat of each other, basking in the
   afterglow. His cock was dripping down my neck still half hard so we
   twisted around laying next to each other. I had my head in the crook
   of his arm nuzzling his chest and just laying close. He was idly
   playing with my nipple and leaning down for little kisses.
   He smelled great, all sweaty and manly. I could smell a little of his
   funky crotch clinging to my lips. I started getting hard again and he
   kind of laughed. He sat me up on his chest and started sucking me. He
   asked if I could come again. “ya, no problem.” He lifted my ass up to
   angle me into his mouth better. He was reaching back and playing with
   my hole. His fingers were thick and calloused with very short
   fingernails and felt great just teasing my hairy opening.
   We both came again that night and I slept over. In the morning I woke
   him with a blow job. Then he did me again while I was getting dressed.
   We hooked up every few days after that. He was a great and patient
   lover. We never went anywhere or did anything but sex.  He loved
   playing with my ass and asked me if I like to get fucked. I told him
   I’d never done that before and he laughed like I was kidding. He put a
   towel on the sofa thing and had me lay over it. He gave me a bottle of
   poppers, got some lube and got on his knees behind me. He
   pulled my cock down so it was hanging over the edge of the sofa and
   started to lick my hole. He was using lots of spit and taking his
   time, fucking me with his tongue and spreading me with his fingers.
   He’d push his face deep into me, working his tongue around, feeling up
   my back and then down my sides getting my whole body involved. I was so into it.
   He stood up and lay across my back kissing my neck. I turned and we
   kissed deeply as he ground his cock along my crack. I could feel his
   pre-cum getting me slick as he whispered into my ear, asking me how I
   was feeling and did he feel good on me. He went back down on his knees
   and started licking from my cock-head all the way up past my balls into
   my hole again. He kept up his riming until I was pushing back to meet
   him, opening up.
   “Fuck me.”
   “Are you sure?’
   “Yes, Please! Fuck me.”
   He licked my ass some more then started working some lube into me.
   While he put on the condom he told me to take a hit of poppers, then
   he started to enter me. I was feeling so open to him and could feel
   his fat head stretching me. He eased off, ran more lube over my hole
   and started entering me again. I took another hit and felt his head
   pop in. He paused rubbing my sides and inner thighs. I could feel his
   heat and pulse. I pushed back a little and felt more of him slip in.
   He told me I was doing great. How did it feel?
   “Full, Good” I panted.
   “You want more?’
   I answered by pushing  slowly all the way back until I felt his pubes
   on my crack. He took a hit of poppers, gave me another one and very
   gently pulled a little out.
   “Ahh”
   “you ok?”
   “Yes, go”
   He stared a slow fuck into me, pulling a little further out each time
   and picking up speed. I was in heaven. He grabbed me by my calves and
   pulled me up flat on my stomach. He lay across my back and went in at
   a different angle. He was kissing my neck and pulling my shoulders
   back to him. He really stared to fuck. I could feel our sweat slipping
   between us and hear him slapping against me. I raised my ass a little
   and he groaned and thrust deeper and harder. Then I came. My ass must
   have been squeezing his cock because he went stiff over me and I could
   feel his spasms too. I shot such a huge load it was all over the sofa
   and towel.
   He lay on my back, both of us catching our breath. He slipped out of
   me and I felt empty, but filled.
   We fucked a few more times after that and tried a lot of different
   positions. Again he was a patient teacher but I never felt anything as great as that first time.
   A few weeks latter he told me he couldn’t see me anymore. He was in
   treatment for sex addiction and his counselor told him even one
   partner was holding up his progress. I called him a few times but we
   never did hook up again. I saw him getting off a bus 15 years latter.
   He looked tired and didn’t seem to notice me.
   Sorry that was so long. I got into the memory and just went for it.
   Haven’t thought of him in years but you never forget your first do you?

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