Alec had often stopped to talk to Peter, a member of the nation's Olympic rowing eight, who lived in a large bungalow on the way to the station. Passing the house twice a day going to and from school, Alec often saw him as he left or arrived home from work. A hero fascination for this well-built muscle machine quickly developed. Saturday morning became the favorite time for him to hang about, for Peter spent long hours cleaning and polishing his car. Alec noticed how Peter would look at him, his eyes lingering on his crutch.
However, it was the early 1950s, and while Alec was active in elementary, experimental ways with school mates - size comparison or the retelling of some silly joke - he had never been approached by an older man. Alec gathered from his manner that Peter might be the first! But Peter had to make the first move, for Alec was shy, guarding his campness (the in-word in the 1950s) with a thick outer-shield of straightness, a pose he detested, for it stopped him being his real self. Pretense was difficult to maintain, but to reveal his preference for men would have caused unbearable teasing at school where he was know as a fine athlete, excelling in track events.
The day arrived when Alec needed to lug a heavy load from the station to his home. Unexpectedly, for it was early one afternoon the middle of the week, Peter appeared at the garage door as Alec struggled past. Of course, Peter made much of the heavy load, suggesting Alec rest, briefly, in his car. Strangely, he offered the back seat, with the bucket seats pushed forward. They sat and talked. Both were good conversationalists. It wasn't long before Peter started to tell lots of sexy jokes about women, and men he'd knew who were in the army and navy.
Some, Alec understood; some, he didn't. Too shy to ask for explanations, he laughed, even when he didn't understand the humor. Peter seemed pleased! Knowing he was a photographer, Alec asked if he had any sexy photos. But Peter said he'd never taken any photos of nudes or of people having sex, being, he confessed, too timed. After all, he was a national name in rowing, and did have to be careful. He simply couldn't afford a scandal. Besides, he did live with his parents, and even at his age there was need for caution. This was a major disappointment for Alec. Except in girlie magazines, which didn't really turn him on, photos of nudes were hard to come by, especially nude men. What few Alec had seen greatly excited him.
He craved for more. Peter referred to Alec's hanging about while he cleaned his car, and how, when Alec bent over, he found that position very sexy. He said he liked watching Alec walk; he had a very sexy body. Alec's balls began to tingle! Was this, he wondered the moment he thought might eventuate? Peter slid down on the seat and stretched out, his legs apart. He rubbed his thighs, his thumb pressing into his groin. Alec's prick began to harden. Peter commented how much pleasure could be obtained by rubbing the crutch, an activity Alec was quick to copy. As Alec rubbed his thighs, found himself agreeing with Peter.
Peter caressed his equipment, running his hand up and down the firm impression under his tight shorts. He moaned softly. Alec got even harder as he watched, but still too shy to rub his own prick in front of anyone else. Alec never expected the next move! Peter's hand ran over Alec's knee, squeezing the knee cap before moving to rub the inside of his thigh, finally coming to rest on Alec's hard rod, now pulsing out of control. Once that happened, all embarrassment, timidity and shyness disappeared. Quickly, pricks were released from their tight imprisonment.
Peter leaned over and began to lick, then suck Alec's rock hard rod. Alec's first suck! Peter didn't ask Alec to suck him, being quite content for Alec to play with his rather undersized rod, but a very stiff and throbbing undersized rod nonetheless, while his mouth rose up and down on Alec's weapon. He stopped, and holding the rod between two fingers, looked at it with envy, for Alec was extremely well endowed.
An exciting time followed as Alec rubbed Peter's rod while Peter did rather interesting things with his tongue and lips to Alec's Adam's bulge. As Alec felt his cum rising, he pulled away so Peter could see how well he could spurt. Besides, he didn't know anything about a blow job. And, spurt he did, with a vengeance. Alec couldn't remember doing so much in one blow since his first pull, when the world exploded into a million lights and his prick felt like a pillar of fire, and the gush seemed endless.
or When Alec had cooled, he pulled Peter, at the same time kissing one of his breasts. Peter said that got him really randy. It was another first for Alec, this breast kissing, and it sure got him excited, bringing him on again. Alec got so worked up, he couldn't help but put his mouth around Peter's rod as he had done only once before with a friend at school. Just as Alec got his lips positioned, and was tonguing the head, Peter blew - a baptism of sweet and blessed cum to cap a special moment.
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