Teenage Stupidity

By: Gene Hemings
(© 2011 by the author)
Editor: Ken King

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Some background to this story can be found in my previous stories, also posted here on Tickie Stories. In order to help make this story flow without you wondering what or why something is talked about in this story, the previous stories were used to lay some groundwork. 

The questions and plots of my stories involve the search for why we want sex when we still hardly know what life is about. Some of us, it seems, are on a quest to learn things we know are not acceptable to adults. 

This is a true story.                                               

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I was eighteen, and it was a hot August night in 1961. I didn't have any curfews, and I did just about whatever I pleased. My parents were very lenient with me and had been from the time I was ten years old.

In fact, I pretty much did whatever I wanted almost all my young life. As I look back now, the things I sometimes did then were scary. Still, I lived through it all.

In the end, I think I turned out all right after all. I've never seen the inside of a jail cell or faced a judge, except for my many speeding tickets. I knew right from wrong enough to walk the safe and decent path of life.

One of my favorite things to do as soon as I got my driver's license at sixteen, was to hang out in small restaurants drinking coffee sometimes until dawn. Usually, I hung out just drinking coffee and reading paperback books. These were usually books some waitress had recommended to me.

The books they recommended were actually good reading. I loved reading until I needed glasses at forty. Then it became a hassle trying to see that smaller print.

I never had a lot of money. Still, I managed well from my jobs and good old Mom! 

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Naturally, at this particular time of year it was always hot weather. On this particularly nice, warm weekday night, I was getting bored from driving around town to town.

It was about eleven thirty. I was riding around looking for someone I knew to hang out with and drink some coffee and bullshit. My luck finding a friend had so far not been good.  So I decided to stop in at a really small restaurant in my town for a nightcap of coffee. Drinking coffee late at night doesn't bother me at all. I can drink coffee and fall asleep doing it! I seldom went to this particular coffee shop because of its dank, dirty-looking interior. I planned to have one cup and then go home early. To tell the truth I really have no idea what made me want to go there on this night.

I only lived a few blocks away and I was not fond of my mother's coffee, so restaurants were a better choice for me. I loved my coffee then, and still do to this day!

I parked across the street from the restaurant, and jaywalked across the pavement toward my destination. As I reached the center of the street, I noticed a car was about to drive by me, so I adjusted my pace to allow it to pass me. Instead, the car came to a complete stop in front of me, so I either had to walk into it or around it.

The driver had his window down and he asked me, "Where are you going?"

I told him, "In that restaurant for a cup of coffee."  I then asked him in a sarcastic tone, "Why?"  I meant for my tone to be nasty!  As if he had a reason to know what or where I was going, especially when I didn't even know who he was!

He then softened his tone and remarked how hot it was and that the restaurant I was heading into had bad air conditioning and the atmosphere was shitty, too. 

The stranger then asked me, "Would you like to take a ride with me and see if we can find some party girls, and if not, maybe we can see if there are any cool cars at the other drive-in restaurants in our area?"

At that time, he would have meant places like Stewart's and Dog 'n' Suds or A&W.

I said, "No, not really," as I had no idea who this guy was. He could have been a serial killer for all I knew!

I knew by sight just about every guy in the area. Sometimes I would see someone that I had seen before but could not place the person as to where I saw them. I would think and think some more, until I could finally place them. At that time of my life my memory was more than excellent! And I knew I had never seen this guy before.

The driver was about twenty-eight years old and okay looking, but he was not really a guy that I would hang out with. This was mainly due to his age. Because he was about ten years older than me, he made me somewhat nervous as we talked in the street. 

He was not really any bigger than me, nor did he look like a body builder type. He was just an average looking guy like myself, only older. My first thought was he was gay, even  though he did not act or talk like a gay guy.

But thinking back, I had no real idea then who was or wasn't gay, unless they were the high pitch voice type that had weird mannerisms.

This guy did have a nice looking newer Oldsmobile. But that did not particularly impress me either! After all, a lot of my friends had nicer looking cars than his Oldsmobile.

As for me, I drove a fifty dollar junker. I had over twenty cars before I was twenty one--all junkers! Driving junkers helped me to work part time jobs, and still enjoy my teen years without having to put out all my money for a car.

I can see now looking back at that night that the guy did all he could to keep our conversation going. As we kept talking, he began to seem like a decent guy after all, and not as weird as I first thought.

His mannerisms and way of talking, sounded like our local group of guys that I hung out with all the time. In no way did he ever act or sound gay. He said things as we all said them, and he spoke just as my buddies and I all talked to each other. My first thought was that he was from another state. But he didn't talk like out of state people, either.

Usually an out of state guy always talked different than local guys. That was when you asked them where they were from. They were always from another far away area or state.

He mentioned names of guys I knew from our area, which told me he had lived in this area a long time. Still, I wondered why I had never seen him around town. Now as I think back on this, I believe he might have been just recently home from the Army. He did not mention where he worked or what he was doing with his time.

The variety of guys names he mentioned, though, told me he could not have just met them in a few weeks or months. And the names he mentioned were his age, but I knew them all. The guys he knew were local street drag racers from our area. But these guys were scattered around the area so well he would not have learned that in just a few months time.

I questioned him about a couple of guys I knew. His answers told me he was quite familiar with the guys that I knew well.  Mind you, all of this was right up in the center of town, not more than a half block from the police station. We were still in the center of the street and almost in front of the restaurant I had been headed to. Cars honked yet drove around us as we talked for quite a few minutes. Yet he never pulled his car to the curb to talk with me. I guess he was afraid I would go in the restaurant before he could entice me into his car.

Again he asked, "Are you ready to ride around and see what is happening around town?"

I said, "No, I told you I had just been doing that. I'm tired and want to go home early tonight!"

I did not tell him my gas tank was on empty and that was why I had stopped driving around in my car. 

He said, "Well, we can take a ride over to the A&W drive-in restaurant," which was a place about six miles away in the next town north. I had been there in my car just an hour earlier. There were a lot of cars there when I was there earlier.   This drive-in was usually always busy with great looking car hops and customized hot rod cars to look at and drool over. It was a very popular place that was almost always busy.

The area we lived in was town to town, with no way of knowing when you had left one town to another. The greater one hundred mile area was about six million people at that time in the sixties. The area just five miles south of us was rural and open country.

Author's Note: I will not tell exactly where I lived for fear you might guess my identity. I truly was quite well known by the age of thirty and even more so later in my life. I have always been in the closet!  And I'm going to stay there!

So I figured, why not check out that drive-in restaurant with him, and use his gas instead of my own for a change? I liked the hot cars that were usually at that drive-in.  I just hopped into his car and off we drove! But today, I say, stupid me!  To this day, I do not know why I did such a thing with a total stranger. But somehow he had talked me into something I truly was not comfortable in doing. Yet I did it anyway.

Had I thought he was gay from the start, I might have thought about getting into my first sixty-nine suck off, but that thought never crossed my mind. Or I might have told him to get lost because of his age!

Still, I so wanted to try sucking a dick for real. But not his dick that night for sure! So far, my only interest was in going to that A&W drive-in to see the hot cars.

I honestly thought he was just a regular guy like all my friends. None of my friends were gay, or had leanings toward gay encounters. I tried my best to figure out if any of my friends were gay by looking at them as they talked and thinking about what their thought patterns might reveal as to whether or not they had gay leanings.

The guy in the car did not look queer or gay as we now call it, or like as I said before, a serial killer--not that serial killer is stamped on anyone's  forehead, either! 

Had there been a guy around the restaurant where we met, and that guy had talked to him also, that I knew also, it would have somewhat eased my apprehensions. 

Nevertheless, I guess I still felt safe enough to go with him.  Still, I was very nervous about getting in a stranger's car.  He simply must have had some kind of charm that I liked about him after talking to him for nearly ten minutes in the street.

And, as I said, he had mentioned a few names of guys I knew quite well, so I felt I could trust him a little. I made it a point to check him out with the guys he had mentioned at a later time and day. 

We drove to the A&W.  Our luck was not good when we got there.  There were no hot rods or even decent looking car hops there at this hour.  In fact, there were only two cars in the whole place. And now it was close to midnight or after. We knew the night was over for the A&W. 

He just kept driving around the greater area of about thirty miles in radius. He was using his gas and I was in for that! Our conversation was going good and it was interesting, even though it was sprinkled with sex quite often. Still, I thought he was a straight arrow guy and not gay.

He even stopped at a house he called his home. He didn't ask me if I knew where we were, but in fact, I had seen this house hundreds of times. I had lived not more than a half mile away when I was ten years old.

Somehow I got the impression he thought I had no idea where we were riding. He was definitely wrong about that! I had been over every square inch of this area all my life.

All the while we were riding around he kept talking sex with me. The subject of sex came up not two minutes after I got into his car. Naturally, he started talking about sex with girls and he asked me if I had a girl friend. I said I liked girls and did my share of chasing, but I had no particular girlfriend at the present time.

That really was true.  Actually, at that time I had still not had intercourse with a girl. But I was looking forward to my first pussy.  At that time I wanted both pussy and a dick to suck! Either one could be my first!

Still I couldn't tell him of either of my desires. I had to seem macho, you know!

He finally asked me directly, "Are you gay?"

I said "Hell, no, aren't they really kind of bad and weird?"

He chuckled at that and said "Yeah, I guess they are!" 

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At this time in 1961, it simply was not safe to be openly gay.  Still, I really was bisexual or a gay guy myself, but had not admitted it to anyone or even myself as yet. But I knew I liked dick! I just needed to find one guy to suck that was safe to be around without outing myself!

I wanted so badly to suck a cock, but I was just too chicken to try it from the fears of having a guy tell the people that knew me I was a cocksucker.

Funny how life goes around. The things we fear most!

I was 53 years old before I sucked dick for my first time.  Looking back, had I sucked cock before I was 20, I probably would have stayed on the gay side and never gotten married. I'm sure I would still like pussy for a while, even had I found a cock to suck before I screwed my first girl!

Also, had I found one guy to suck, I probably would have learned how to find other guys like myself to swap blow jobs with. I just never knew how to approach the subject of cocksucking in a way a guy like myself would know in reality what I was wanting, even if I didn't speak about it outright.   

I suspected there must be ways a guy talks about guy sex that would not out us to the heterosexual types, but still alert a bi or gay guy that we were in it together.  I just wanted to swap blow jobs with a guy as soon as I could find that guy to do it with, and not get outed! 

Thank goodness we did not have AIDS back in the early sixties.

To this day I don't know what to say if the subject of guy sex gets brought up by my friends and newer acquaintances. I just clam up and feign that I'm not gay and say as little as possible about the subject.  So far the hetero guys have accepted my way, as far as I know. I was never challenged.

I guess my friends buy my way of handling my comments about it.   

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After about a half hour of riding in his car and talking, and with about ten miles of distance between me and my car, he started moving his right hand over to the middle of the bench seat as if he was wanting to lean for a while.  We were out in the country and it was very dark. The only light in the car was his dashboard lighting.

I thought nothing of his leaning over until I felt his hand on my left leg!

That pissed me off and I took his hand and pushed it over away from me. I told him to keep his hands to himself.  But he kept on doing this, and I ultimately began to get aroused by it. Also, the sexual things he was talking about were arousing my dick and it became obvious to me he was a queer. I don't remember the precise conversation, but it had me thinking sex!

I finally let him touch my cock through my jeans and he could tell it was hard.  Indeed, I was getting horny by now! I knew he was wanting to suck my dick as soon as I felt his hand on my leg! But to be honest, I was scared to let him suck me.

He stopped his car about a half block away from where I once lived, and just three blocks from the restaurant where we had started from. 

It was at a nine-family apartment house three stories high. There were quite a few cars in the parking lot, so his car looked normal there. 

Then he had me pull my pants down so he could fondle my dick more easily. Of course I knew I was going to get a blow job way before we got to this parking lot.  And by now I was all in for what I was going to get.

Somehow, I was hoping to even suck him. By this time I was horny and looking forward to sucking his dick.  He leaned over from the driver's seat and started to lick my dick head and smell my balls. I was sure I was going to shoot my load soon. Somehow, though, I held on for about five minutes.

But then he said very sternly, I was not to touch him in any way. No reciprocation was needed or wanted!

The way he said this pissed me off, because if I was to get my first blow job, I'd at least like to return the favor and perhaps he would be my first dick to suck!  

Now I said to myself, "How does a guy get away with what he has said and done so far with me, then tell me I can not touch him?" 

This I could not understand and the more I thought about it, the more I got pissed off at him!    I tried to rub and feel his butt, but he told me to stop.

So I figured, lean back and enjoy what he was  doing to my cock.  And I did just that...  I started enjoying his mouth and tongue action!  I relaxed and I loved it when his lips touched my dick for my first blow job at 18 years old.

It was so good the feelings of his tongue on my dick head. I always have had a lot of pre-cum and I had no idea he was enjoying mine so much, but I knew he was keeping his mouth over my dick and his tongue was rapidly moving over my dick head.

I now know why and what he was doing. But at that time I knew nothing of the great taste of pre-cum. It still felt awesome on my end. He was very good at giving my dick deep throat, sucking greedily on my six-inch, thick as a silver dollar, straight as an arrow, cut cock.

It only took a few minutes and I was ready to explode.  Before he started he had said to me, "Warn me, I do not want to catch your cum in my mouth!"  I considered the situation.  I was so pissed off by how he had talked to me, and the method he used to get me into this predicament, and then refusing to let me be involved with his dick.

For some reason I now knew for sure that I did not like him even though I was enjoying his blow job.  So I decided I was not about to tell him when I was going to cum. Yes, I was enjoying it but somehow I felt he had been an asshole to me, too! 

He bobbed his head up n down my dick so well that as I came in his mouth I held his head down on my dick and he had no choice but to accept my load of cum. He did swallow it, too! That surprised me, because I thought for sure he would spit it out.

He soon scolded me for cumming in his mouth, but I could have cared less! It must have tasted good to him, or I believe he would have been more pissed off at me. 

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With very few words he then drove me back to my car, and I went home satisfied by my first gay blow job! 

Still, I just did not like that man!

This was my last blow job from a man... for the next thirty five years!

I never had a blow job from a girl that could ever compare to how good a man can suck your dick!

Funny thing, I never saw him again, but I saw his car at the place he had called his home. I checked this out to be sure he was from my area. Perhaps he really was just out of the Army.  It didn't really matter, though.  I was not looking for a repeat performance from that guy ever again. 

Just out of curiosity, I casually asked a few guys he had mentioned if they knew him, but no one admitted knowing him either by his name or by his car description. I guess he lied about his name to me. That didn't bother me one bit.

I had to be careful of asking too much about him for fears he might be known as a gay guy already.  After all, that could arouse suspicion about me if he was known to be gay.  I was always paranoid! I knew I had to stay in the closet.

When I thought about this later it made me realize just how scary what I had done with him really was, and just how stupid I was to get in his car with him.  But truthfully, I did not think I was getting in his car for a blow job. Or, perhaps I was just that naive about how a guy presents himself when he is gay!

Young guys have no idea what can happen in just the blink of an eye. I think I was lucky in two ways.  One was that I actually got a blow job out of it, and the second was that he was not some kind of a killer!

Indeed, I was young, dumb, and full of cum--on that night, anyway, the little head truly did the thinking for the big head!

Posted: 09/16/11