Summer of '63

“I’m Sal. What’s your name, Esther?” The grin was unmistakably good-natured.

“Kirk.” I said, trying not to be too voluble.

“Kirk?” He shot back with a laugh. “Really your not bullshitting me. Your name is really ‘Kirk’?”

“Yeah, it is!” I was a little puzzled at his reaction. Then I remembered who my host was, Kirk Dickerson. “Small world!”

“You’re new to this scene?” Sal asked, in a matter of fact way.

“Yeah. I’ve never been to anything like this before.” I had the feeling I could level with him. Besides, who cares? It wasn’t like I was trying to impress anyone with my expertise and prowess.

“I figured.” He said as he turned in his chair to face me. “You’ve got a great cock but…well….it ain’t hard yet. First timers are usually a little inhibited.”

“Hey! I didn’t know what I was getting to here.” I started to give him the explanation I had been formulating ever since I discovered what this party was all about. “This was all Brad’s idea. And where the hell is he?”

“Brad? Don’t know him.” He was looking straight at my cock now. “But you and I are old friends now.”

I felt the urge to move away to grab my clothes but I was rooted to the spot, looking at Sal looking at my cock. There was another urge coming over me that I couldn’t resist. Despite all my desires to the contrary, I could feel my cock starting to get hard—and I couldn’t stop it!

“You know? Those shorts are soaking wet. We’ve got to do something about that.” Sal was slowly reaching out toward me, all the time with his eyes fixed on my stiffening penis. “It looks like that cock of yours is getting so cold that it is freezing rock solid!”

I could feel my prick beginning to stand straight up beneath my underwear but I didn’t want to look down to verify it. My eyes followed Sal’s right hand as it continued toward me. I saw his fingers pinch the elastic waistband of my shorts and begin to tug them off of me. When I didn’t move back, he brought his left hand into the game. It didn’t take long to make real progress in peeling my wet shorts off of me.

My hard cock sprang in to view as he drew my underwear down over it. It wobbled a little and then got even harder and stiffer. Now, I was pretty familiar with my own hard-on but this was as hard and shiny as I had ever seen it. As Sal pulled my shorts down over my legs, he leaned forward and the hair on the top of his head brushed my cock. That sensation spurred my prick into another stage of hardness.

When he raised his head again, Sal wasn’t looking at me; he was gazing at my cock almost like the subject of hypnosis gazes at the object that precipitates the trance. It occurred to me that I was looking at Sal the same way. I was transfixed.

The fingers of his right hand began to caress the shaft of my cock as his left hand cupped my balls. He began to move his fingers lightly up and down the top of my shaft as his thumb worked its way up the underside. At the top of his stroke, his thumb teased the underside of my glans causing a spasm to shoot down my cock and into my groin. My cock began to swell even more; the engorged blood it contained strained against the tissues—It was beginning to be so sensitive that it was painful.

He pulled my cock down so its head was pointing directly at his mouth. He continued to stroke the shaft as he licked the bead of precum off the head. His lips kissed the top of my cock and then his mouth opened to allow his lips to close around it. Slowly he kissed my cock into his mouth, forcing its head across his tongue deeper and deeper. He sucked with short strokes at first and then took almost all of my 7” cock into his mouth and held it there

He moved his head in a twisting fashion as he moved my cock in and out between his lips. He continued to up stroke my shaft with his right hand as my shaft slid out of his mouth; his hand worked a firm down stroke as his mouth descended on my cock again. He did this again and again, picking up speed with each stroke and using firmer grip and suction with each stroke.

His head and hands were moving fast now. He was like he was possessed and couldn’t stop. I heard him moan and felt the sound vibrate his palate against the head of my cock. This turned into a rhythmic grunting sound as he worked my cock harder and more furiously. It was as if he was begging me to come.

My thighs began to quiver as I thrust my hips forward to drive my cock deeper in to his mouth. My tummy was going into spasm and I could feel the muscles deep inside start to contract to make my semen work its way up my cock.

When I came, it was like an explosion. After my first spurt, Sal pulled his head away trying to swallow what I had given him. The second gush caught him on the face and went into his eyes. He opened his mouth again just in time to capture the third, fourth, and fifth blasts of cum. As I held my tummy tight, I could feel the rest of the spurts, ever diminishing in strength, shoot their way into his mouth. He held my cock in his mouth as the spasms subsided. After my cock stopped its dance and started to get softer, he let it slip from between his lips with a little “pop”.

He grabbed a towel off the arm of his chair and wiped off his face and then wiped down my limp cock. He was very gentle with my cock as he worked the towel over it. His eyes still cast their admiring gaze at my cock as he finished his work.

“Mmmmmm.” Sal cooed, as he finally looked back up at my face and licked his lips. “You are a salty man! Good but salty!”

“Grab your towel.” Sal was out of his trance and back in action now. “Let’s prowl a little. I’ll meet you on the other side.”

With that, Sal dove into the pool and swam under water to the opposite side. As his head broke the surface, he turned, raised a hand and waved beckoning me over to his side of the pool

I was still a little weak in the knees from that terrific orgasm but I summoned the energy and walked to the edge of the pool. I wadded my towel up and threw it across the pool as hard as I could. It landed, nice and dry, just at the edge of the decking. Then I dove in naked, feeling the freeing sensation of the warm water flowing against my bare skin, and swam over to where Sal was gripping the side of the pool.

Sal was all smiles when I got there, “Nice dive, Esther!” He said as he pulled himself out of the pool. He still had on his swim trunks.

I pulled my self out of the water being careful not to snag my cock on the rough cement of the lip of the pool. I wrapped my towel around my waist. It pretty much fit around my waist but it left a gap by my right leg as I walked and it only reached half way down to my knees. I thought that would make it interesting if I tried to sit down; the view up to my crotch would be pretty much unimpeded.

“Let’s go this way.” Sal motioned to me to follow him as he walked toward a small building at the far end of the pool just beyond the diving board.

On the way, we passed several couples “making out”—it seemed odd to me to think of using this term when it came to guys kissing and petting each other. But that was the situation and they were as passionate with each other as any boy and girl could have been. Tongues were being sucked, nipples were being pinched, and hands were disappearing underneath the swim trunks and towels. I had to admit it was making me a little hot again.

I walked behind Sal over to the pool building and followed him through the door to the left. It was dim in side the room but there was enough light to see what was in there. The room was maybe 20’X40’ with an array of doorless cupboards on one wall and several benches on the floor in front of them. To my right, the entire far wall was one big mirror in front of which were racks of free weights, a rowing machine, and a stationary bicycle. There were some thick moving pads on the floor near the weights. The near wall had some pegs protruding from the wall with clothes hanging on some of them and another row of benches.

There were eight or ten men in there, sitting or laying on the benches, enjoying sex with each other. There was a man sitting on a bench getting a blowjob from his partner kneeling in front of him. Two others were leaning up against the wall down near the big mirror stroking each other’s cock and looking at their reflection. One man was bent over getting his ass fucked while he gave head to another guy sitting on a bench.

Sal walked down the middle of the room toward the couple on the pads at the far end of the room. This tall, well-built man was kneeling behind a young surfer type, using his cock to ream the young surfer’s ass. From the look of it, the tall fellow was enjoying it; from the sound of it, the surfer was enjoying it. I had to do a double take, though. The tall guy was none other than Kirk Dickerson!

“Hey, can I cut in?” Sal said to Kirk as he got closer to him. “You know my ass is as good as his! Better in fact!”

Kirk looked up at Sal and laughed. “Get over here and get lubed up!” Kirk threw a tube of something toward Sal. Then he said to his partner, “Honey, let’s triple up.”

With that, Kirk withdrew his cock from the boy’s ass and rolled him over on his back. Sal stripped off his swim trunks. I couldn’t help but notice how small his cock was; I mean it was very small. Sal applied the ointment to the crack of his butt; knelt down in front of the surfer, spread the boy’s legs apart. As Sal leaned over to take the boy’s cock in his mouth, Kirk positioned himself behind Sal and began to probe Sal’s asshole with his cock.

I just stood there and watched. This was better than any porn film I had ever seen. That was definitely the case, since most of the porn films were grainy black and white productions that looked like they had been done in the 1940’s. There was porn around then not like today. Like I said, Playboy with girls with airbrushed pubic hair was still considered too racy to be kept anywhere but under the bed. There were some “adult theaters” but those films were awfully tame. There were no porno arcades. Adult bookstores consisted “gentlemen’s” pictorials featuring “cheesecake” models with their hands covering the nipples on their naked breasts and an assortment of “naturist” magazines showing long shots of naked men and women playing volleyball.

The show I was getting here was quite a treat! I was getting to see one movie star butt fuck another—for free!

Kirk was giving Sal’s ass a real going over. I think Kirk had almost gotten to the point of shooting his wad when Sal walked up. Now Kirk had to work up is load again and it looked like he was becoming a little impatient. He pounded Sal’s hard; Kirk’s balls audibly slapped against Sal’s ass. Sal worked on the surfer’s cock with his mouth as Kirk did Sal’s ass.

Surprisingly, the surfer shot his load first. It was a huge white, creamy gush of cum that spewed straight up in the air as Sal pulled his head off of the kid’s cock. It splashed onto the surfer’s tanned tummy while the second load began to run down Sal’s fist wrapped around the cock. It kept flowing and flowing. This kid must have really been saving up. It was impressive.

Sal was licking up the kid’s cum off his hand when Kirk came. It was obvious. Kirk stopped pumping, pulled Sal’s butt cheeks toward him, threw his head back and let go a loud cry. I could see Kirk’s fanny twitch as his cock shot his load into Sal’s ass. Sal was moaning in pleasure, half from getting his ass filled with Kirk’s sperm and half from the sweet taste of the surfer’s cum. That was impressive, too!

Kirk pulled his cock out of Sal’s ass and wiped both Sal and himself off with a nearby towel. “Sal, you are right.” Kirk cooed, “Your ass is just the sweetest!” He gave Sal’s but a firm but friendly slap, stood up, and started to move off toward the door. Even though his cock was limp now, it looked large hanging there and it swayed as he walked away.

No sooner had Kirk left than a middle-aged man took his place behind Sal. This guy was balding with a fleshy chest covered with thick gray hair. He had that middle-aged paunchy belly that was trying to conceal a medium sized hard-on. But there was enough clearance for his cock to accomplish its mission as thrust its hardness into Sal’s ass. It slid right in, Sal already having already been comfortably stretched by Kirk’s cock and lubed to perfection by Kirk’s cum.

Sal sighed as he felt the new cock slide into his ass. “I need another cock!” Sal exclaimed, looking around for another blowjob candidate. By this time the surfer boy had already slid out from under him. A few feet away was a black man with the physique of a dancer sitting cross-legged on the pad massaging his penis into an erection. Sal looked over and gave him a nod. The black man scooted over and lay himself down on his back perpendicular to Sal’s body. Sal swallowed the man’s cock whole.

I began to look around the room to see what else was happening. There were a few more men inside now and the temperature in the room was rising. Even in the poor lighting I could see perspiration glistening off the bodies as they engaged in their pursuit of pleasure. There was a tangy-heady scent of sweat and semen punctuated by the slip-slap-slurp sound of bodies using those fluids to lubricate their efforts. The sounds were the sighs, grunts and moans of sex. There wasn’t a lot of conversation other than an occasional, “Oh, Yeah, baby!”, or “Yeah, that’s it, that’s it!”, or suchlike.

I saw a lone person walk through the doorway at the far end of the building. He looked to be in his 20’s, average build, about my height but well muscled. He was naked—not even carrying a towel—proud of his body. His cock was in shadow. I found myself walking toward him, my eyes on his crotch. For some reason, I had this urge to see what his penis looked like.

As I neared, I could make out that he had a compact, flaccid, circumcised penis. It wasn’t hanging; it looked firm. He stopped a few feet inside the door but I kept walking toward him, still looking at his cock. When I got to him, I stopped and faced him. We were the same height so we saw eye-to-eye, literally. He lowered his eyes and bowed his head ever so slightly as if in a nod. He was directing me to look again at his cock. I nodded in response and looked down.

His penis was starting to get hard, straighten out and stand up. While it looked smallish before, it now began to look large—and it got larger. It didn’t take long for it to reach its 7 inches; it was thicker than I thought it would be, too.

He leaned back against the wall. I knelt down in front of him. My eyes were at the exact level of his hard cock. Even the dim light couldn’t impede my inspection of his phallus. It had a perfect shape; it almost looked sculpted. The head spread out from the center of a taut pee-hole; the contours of the shaft showed the signs of circumcision but not disfigurement; his balls hung below in a tight scrotum. All of this was placed in the center of a lush thatch of curly-soft pubic hair. I hadn’t ever really thought this before of another man’s penis but it looked “delicious”!

I ran the fingers of my right hand up and down the side of his shaft; I cupped balls in my left hand. I opened my mouth and descended on the shiny head of his cock. It was a little bit of a stretch to get my lips over the head but once inside my mouth it felt like it fit comfortably. I could the underside of his penis against the surface of my tongue and I could feel the head and the shaft begin to swell a little at this friction. I moved my head forward forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. It felt solid, yet rubbery and—one other thing—spicy!

There was a scent about this man, musky, salty, and tangy. It made me want to take his cock even deeper into my mouth. I forced my head forward pushing as hard as I could until I thought I couldn’t get any more of in into me. As I held him there in my mouth, I could feel him begin to press forward with his hips putting more pressure on the back of my mouth. I had a sensation that I was going to gag; I tried a swallowing motion to suppress my gag reflex. He kept pressing his cock forward, gently but firmly as I continued to try to swallow. He stopped and I just held him again in my mouth. Then it was I who forced forward again. I just had to have as much of this man in me as I could manage.

I backed off a little and then moved my head forward again, and then back again, and then forward again. With each stroke I took more and more of his cock. I could feel it at the back of my throat now and I could feel the barest brush of his lush pubic hair against my nose. I was feeling confident now so I went for it. With my hands on his hips, I pulled him toward me while at the same time I bobbed my head forward. I felt the head of his cock insert itself into my throat and I felt against my nose and lips the firmness of his abdomen behind the thicket of his pubic hair.

By now, I was feeling no gag reflex what ever but I was feeling this full satisfied sensation in my mouth, against my tongue, and down my throat. It was unusual but lovely. It sent a tingle of electricity down my throat, down my tummy, all the way to my cock causing it to twitch and stiffen.

I picked up the pace on his cock now, moving my head faster back and forth, pulling almost all of the way off his cock and plunging it again deep into my mouth. I moved my hands off his hips and circled the base of his shaft with them, holding him steady as I mouth fucked him. Faster, faster, faster.

It happened suddenly—I wasn’t expecting it. It happened in the middle of an “out stroke”. I felt his cock swell and then I felt this huge gush of warmth into the back of my mouth. It was strong! It seemed like someone was powering the liquid into my mouth from a hose. I did gag when this happened.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and tried to swallow what had been shot into my mouth. At the same time I felt more ropes of cum splash onto my face; I could smell the heady scent of semen as it spurt against my nose; I could taste the salty flavor of his sperm. My hands kept stroking his cock all the while it ejaculated over me. More cum dripped onto my hands, arms and shoulders. This guy had a huge load!

Gradually, the spasms of his orgasm subsided. I knelt there holding his softening penis, looking at the last of his cum drip out of it. He reached out, stroked the top of my head and wordlessly moved away.

I was left on my knees, staring at the painted cement wall with cum running down my cheeks and arms and the after taste of his load in my mouth. I grabbed my towel from around my waist, wiped myself off, and got up and left the building without looking back.

Nearly in a trance, I walked around the pool to where I had left my clothes. I sat down on the chair that Sal had been sitting in when I met him and looked out over the pool. Men were still playing, there was the sound of splashing and jocularity, and there was the slight movement of the outside air to cool me off. I felt as if I were above myself looking down on the scene. Whatever the definition of tranquility, I believe I was feeling something very like it at that moment.

I had discovered something about myself that night. No, I had discovered a lot about myself! All of the wretched feelings I had about girls and dating, all of the self-torture I had submitted myself to in the name of being “one of the guys”, all of the fear below the surface that I might be sick, twisted or different, all of these things evaporated. It was like getting out of a swimming pool feeling washed and clean by the water, feeling the moisture being whisked off my skin by the breeze, feeling the freshness of the air after having to hold my breath under water.