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I was being sucked and*it felt so good. Those lips were working my shaft and that tongue was tickling my piss slit. I groaned and was telling him to work my cock harder. Then I shot my load and woke up. I had been home from that boys' school for about two weeks. At the age of seventeen, I was constantly horny and I found myself very lonely. Back at that "place" (as I referred to it,) sex was available anytime. Sometimes even when you didn't want it. Now back in my home town of five thousand people in Northern Michigan, there might have been another guy who wanted some cock or wanted to fuck a dude, but how in the hell would you find him?This was in the late 60's and*gay guys didn't "cruise" back then. In a hick town, you would be crazy to even hint that you liked guys. No, you played it straight, so to speak. You found a girlfriend and acted "normal". That's just the way it was. If you got lucky you stumbled upon another guy and somehow you read each other right and you had some fun. You couldn't be fussy because*opportunity didn't knock very often.Now, I had changed while I was away. Fifty pushups, running five miles and working like an adult at manual labor had chiseled some definition to my physique. My brother who was older*than me by two years Avrupa yakası escort had been a tormenter to me in times past. He soon found that I could bench press fifty pounds more than he could. He no longer chose to bug me, a wise choice on his part.I had two goals in mind, the first was to find a guy, any guy and have a fuck fest. Pull out all of the stops, let it all hang out and just fuck until hell froze over. I did say that I was horny. I soon accomplished this goal. I had heard rumors about Ted. Ted was a guy in his forties. He lived at home with his mom and worked at the only men's clothing store in town.Ted greeted me when I entered the store and asked if he could help me with anything. I looked at him and repeated what I had read on the back of a restroom door at the park, "I would like to look at some white briefs."Ted's eyes lit up and he said that he would be happy to show me some. He locked the door to the store and put up the closed for lunch sign. He then told me to follow him. We went into the back room and Ted wasted no time, he unzipped and dropped his pants.Now Ted was no prize. He was maybe forty-three, perhaps more. He had a gut and a receding hairline. Top this off with his being Ataköy escort bayan on the sissified side and to be honest he was not my type. Ted did have one important asset working for him. Ted had a cock.So, Ted stood with his pants around his ankles, I looked at his bulge inside of his white briefs. I reached out and rubbed his package. As I did this he undid my belt buckle and opened my pants. His hand reached into my opened fly and started to fondle my cock."Nice, oh so nice." Ted mumbled as he pulled my underwear down, "I love your white briefs, they are so sexy." He told me. Ted went on, "What a wonderful penis, I like your cock." He was now stroking me."Play with mine! Get it out and touch it, please." he pleaded, almost whining.I have to admit that I wasn't thrilled, I got hard and we sucked each other he blew a load in my mouth and jacked me off until I shot a load into his white underwear. I felt empty and*disappointed. It wasn't like back at the school, those guys were hot.So I walked home and ate dinner. Watched some television and wondered if this was all life had to offer me, a middle aged mommy's boy. I didn't sleep well that night and*I didn't have a good sexy dream. I woke up and made my Escort Şirinevler trip to the bathroom to take a piss and get rid of my typical morning erection. At the age of seventeen, my cock was just under six inches when hard. It seemed to measure up to most that I had seen or felt.After breakfast, I went outside to have a smoke. Mom knew that I did it, but I couldn't do it in front of her. That was my rule, not hers. As I sat there enjoying the cigarette and watching the smoke that I blew float away and disappear I saw someone coming down the gravel road that ran past our run down house. It was him, Mark! Mark was second on my "to do" list.Let me tell you about Mark. I used to walk to school and I would hear footsteps running up behind me. I didn't turn to see who it was, I knew it was Mark. He loved to smack me around and leave me crying as he walked away to school. I was afraid to go anywhere, what if I ran into Mark?If one good thing came from being around a bunch of thugs for a year at that place it was learning to defend myself. I was stronger and meaner. When I was young I hated the thought of a fight. Now, it had been a near daily occurrence. I had either watched or participated in one regularly.So here comes Mark. My adrenaline rises. I feel anger and*a taste for revenge. My pulse rate picks up and for the first time when I see Mark I have no compulsion to run. Now, Mark is a year and a half older than me and he is a good four inches taller. This didn't matter to me any longer.I rose from my chair and stood in the road, my arms folded on my chest.