Remembering the Country and Preppy All-American Boy Next Door

Think of that rare guy you see or meet that just makes you weak in the knees. Not the type that's absolutely perfect but close, so close that the imperfections make it all the better, That was Paul in my eyes. 5'9" and about 165 lbs of pure red-blooded American boy next door with straight blond hair, blue eyes and, near perfect unblemished pale skin that wasn't quite translucent enough to show off the blue of the veins that ran beneath it. You could see the muscle he carried so nicely, but he still carried a little layer of his baby fat, just enough to mellow any serious definition. Paul had sort of a cross in style between country boy and preppy. I'm sure that we all have different tastes in guys, but he couldn't have been any more perfect in my eyes.

Me, well I was the same height and slightly heavier than Paul, very much a muscle cub then, long dark hair and deep brown puppy dog eyes. I'm a half breed native, but looked (and was mistaken for) Mexican many a time. I've worn a mustache since I was fifteen or so, but it was more of a heavy peach-fuzz thing back then, and I've always been hairy top to bottom otherwise. We were both about 6 inches cut, Paul's just a little longer yet not as thick as mine. I loved that contrast between us, Paul so exceedingly smooth , myself covered in fur. I was a Harley riding, beer drinkin, truck driving, biker, back then. If that helps to paint the picture.

We were 18 or 19 then, I honestly don't recall for sure, but not more than a year out of high school. I had known Paul since we were little kids. He lived a few miles up the road. We played together, but were never close friends. I certainly never had any reason to think he was anything but straight. The funny part was in all the time I had known him I never really considered him sexually, at least I never lingered on him. That was a rarity for me, as I was always endlessly lusting after one guy or another. It was his personality that never worked for me. I realize now that he was guarding his secrets, and I pity him for that existence, he was a typical homophobic closet case.

I had just come out to my best friend (whom I was dead in lust with) and he mentioned Paul was known to see a certain guy in town who happily shares his weed or beer if he could suck you off... or more. Gotta love a friend that'll point you in the right direction! Well, needless to say I called on Paul that very night and, that was the first time I got laid.

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I'll try and explain that night as best I can. This would have been in the fall of 1987 if I recall. I was still living at home, but had what amounted to the whole furnished basement to myself. pretty cool all in all for a kid. Well I called Paul and invited him over to chill and get high. When he arrived I was just hangin out in my TV room havin a few beers and listening to some tunes. We both had a few and passed a joint while we were talkin. I worked up my nerve and casually told paul that I was gay, but at the same time I also told him I knew of his involvement with the weed for blowjobs guy, and that pretty much kept him cool enough to not run off. Call it blackmail sort of, but more of a bargaining chip for his silence. I didn't trust Paul then, and felt I should make it clear that I could do damage too, if need be. I really didn't want to get outed, but that didn't turn out to be a problem.

Paul and I both maintained relationships aside from each other. He was dating this incredibly hot girl, but not fucking her I'm sure, and I was seeing a 20 year old from a few towns away. Once I had Matt (my 20 yo) over at the house and Paul stopped in. We were all sitting in my bedroom having a few beers and I got up and went outside the room to get some more beers from the fridge and made a stop in the bathroom to take a leak. The next thing I know I hear this loud bang and crash, when I returned to my room there's Paul standing over Matt who made a pass at him amd got punched right in the eye for his attempt. Paul and I were alike in that neither of us was at all obvious, Matt was pretty damn obvious, but he was hot, so I just dealt with it. Personally I found it all to be rather funny, I had warned Matt to behave and he didn't (not that I blame him, that would have been a fun threesome... what does one horny top do with two hot bottom boys at a time? evil grin). But I digress.

What I found out was that the way to Paul's heart, butt, and other areas was through patience, and beer. Now Paul never got drunk, or anywhere near fucked up enough to use it as any sort of excuse, just enough to take the edge off his inhibitions. And once he had a few he was pretty blatant.

As we sat there and talked about what was up in our lives he up and takes off his T shirt, offers up the excuse "I'm hot at the moment" . Yeah, I got the message, but I was still a bit too scared to just start anything. We talked and loosened up more and all of a sudden he stands up and undoes the button and fly of his Levi's, offering the same excuse again. Off come his pants and he casually sits back down with me and carries on as if nothing was odd about doing so. Here's this beautiful guy, sitting two feet from me, in just his socks and underwear with a raging hard-on... That was all the reason I needed to get things rolling, I moved up next to him on the couch and reached out for him. I can still remember vividly how ungodly hard I was and how much harder I became as I first touched his hardness. I remember how it jumped underneath that white cotton. I can still hear his low moan as I rubbed my hand over his hard cock ever so gently. I don't think I could ever describe in words the sensations or tastes of that first time taking Paul's cock in my mouth, or the scent he carried. I do remember how it drove me on though... so very very powerful.

"Still hot" I asked him

"Yeah"

I took a moment to strip off my shirt and pants to at least even out our clothing situation and dropped back down on the couch to further explore where the evening was going to take us. We didn't find many more words that evening, but we damn sure did learn to communicate with each other.

I count myself as very fortunate to have had my first real experience with Paul. He was, as I learned, a very willing and talented partner. We moved into my bedroom and into a 69 position on my bed. It was then that I first tasted dick, and liked it. As i sucked on Paul he guided me with words and my cock got left by the wayside, but that was ok, I was very into the new sensations and tastes. I pulled off of his cock and spent some time licking and sucking on his balls and inner thighs, and he returned to sucking on me.

There I am on my side, with my head resting on his inner thigh licking and sucking every inch of his crotch, him still tonguing my rock hard cock, and he moves a bit more and spreads his legs a bit wider making access to his perineum much easier. As i moved my mouth back and started working on that area with light slow licks and long slow sucks he began to maneuver himself so that I was back further and further. Now I gotta tell you, I'm a total ass man, I love it, always have. It's like a fetish for me, and he had this incredible ass. Almost a total bubble butt but not quite, wonderful soft rounded cheeks that just screamed out for attention. I knew what he wanted and I knew I wanted to give it to him. I was a bit tentative at first, slowly sliding my tongue up the crack but not going deep at all, then working back down some to his cock.

I found myself suddenly pushed over onto my back and he swung up over me and pulled his knees forward exposing himself to me. I made that first tentative swipe with my tongue and found him hot fresh and clean. That was all it took for me to dig right in and I did. He responded to every swipe of my tongue, sometimes pushing back as if to drive my tongue inside him. He stopped sucking on me but still played with my cock, kept me on edge, occasionally sucking me back into his hot mouth then releasing me again. I spent what felt like hours eating him out, driving my tongue as deep as I possibly could. massaging those wonderful cheeks in my hands. He just responded more and more, it was so obvious how into this he was and I knew how badly I wanted to fuck him.

I brought my index finger to my mouth and soaked it completely. I slowly slid it into him, and was amazed with the feel of his ass, how incredibly hot and tight it seemed to me. I finger fucked him for quite a while and then moved him so that I could get up on my knees behind him. He didn't complain or hesitate and neither did I. I had Vaseline handy that I used to jerk off with and spent a fair amount of time lubing him up with it, then covered my cock and worked it in some. This is where I was totally blown away because as I positioned my cock head as his entrance and applied a bit of pressure, he reached back with one hand and grabbed my ass and pulled me into him in one movement. I'm sure that it wasn't five whole seconds from the time I was getting lined up till the time I was sunk completely inside him. I'm also sure that it wasn't 5 more seconds before I came deep inside him.

I don't think there is any wilder feeling that the first time your so overcome with the sensations of sliding your cock into someone else's body. I came so fucking hard that I was spacy for a few moments. Paul knew I'd come, but started to grind back against me, and as soon as I could stand to I started to rock and buck with him, slowly and deeply fucking him for all I was worth. I leaned myself down and pressed into his back and we rode that way until I came a second time. then he grabbed my hand and moved it to his cock. I was still pretty hard and we went long enough for us to both come again.

That was without a doubt the most intense experience of my young life, and the first real sexual one I'd ever experienced. Dreams do come true.

Paul and I were very active over the next year or so, he was very much an enthusiastic bottom boy and I was very much an enthusiastic top. Always he approached sex the same way, clothing came off with the expected "I'm hot" comments, me returning with "yup, me too". I always had to make the first moves physically, but that was never an issue. It was always a pleasure to curl up beside him and fish his cock out of his jeans and start him up.

I know I really shocked him once when he came to visit. I had an itch that I decided needed to be scratched and just after he got in the house I stopped him, stripped him, and put him on his back on the couch. I lubed up his cock and my ass then jumped on for a ride. It was my first time getting fucked and I almost think, from his sheer delight that it may well have been his first time fucking, hard to say. I still jack off to that memory, it's as fresh and clear as yesterday. It was a hell of a ride for me, and I hope for him also.

I always remember corny quotes from corny movies, and it has always been the "Nothing gold can stay" comment from Ralph Macchio (he was fuckin hot too) in The Outsiders that I think of when Paul comes to my mind. Paul as always continued in his denial, but confided in me one night while acting very drunk, that we should become a couple. I laughed that off and told him that he'd never even admit to saying that the next day, he agreed that he probably wouldn't (he didn't). I never did get hung up on him, although now, years later, I often wonder what became of him. After that first year we drifted apart. I moved on to other places and other people. I've not heard from him since.

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