Why Is Jon Doing This To Me?

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

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This is a true story. The names are not correct to protect both Jon and myself! I am still in the closet at sixty-eight years old. The story takes place somewhere in the north. 

Some parts of this story are in the previous story, "Why AM I Gay." In order to help make this story flow without you wondering what or why something is talked about in this story, the previous story was 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.                                      

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I first saw Jon in my Sunday School at church when I was about twelve years old and he was about nine or ten. He was in the younger classes at Sunday School.

I knew his brother and sister much better, as they were in my class at church. I knew that Jon was their younger brother. His brother and sister also went to the same grade school I did.   

Jon was so handsome and cute to look at. I caught myself drooling over him every time he was near. I think he knew I liked him because I constantly watched his every movement. He was usually looking at me as well.

But for about six years we were only acquaintances in our church's Sunday School. I don't remember seeing him at our grade school. I only observed him from afar, and I never talked to him until after he had turned sixteen. 

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I was leaning toward bisexuality at this time of my life back in 1960. Things were not good for "queers" back in those days. Today we call ourselves "gay"!

I so wanted to suck a dick, but also eat and fuck a pussy, too. It did not matter which came first, the pussy or the dick. All I knew was that it just could not come fast enough to suit me. My sex drive was as normal as all young boys at this age. I longed to have sex, yet had no idea how to go about getting it. Figuring out how to get it had always been my biggest problem. 

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Little did I know how close I was to fulfilling parts of my dream. I was now about eighteen and driving my own car. The restaurant I hung out at was in Jon's town, and his friends were already my friends. About ten of us guys hung out together just having fun. I lived in the next town east of where I always hung out.

Jon eventually started hanging around with the boys I was already hanging with. I figured his parents were slowly releasing their control on him. I began to experience more of his handsome looks and great personality as we rode around town.

We all rode around goofing off and looking for hot rod cars and girls. Sometimes we would have two or three cars of guys just cruising the "area," as we called it. Sometimes a couple of guys would bring along their girlfriends.

Nothing bad ever happened; we just enjoyed each others' company, and we had a lot of good times together as teenagers. Those were truly happy times. 

As things progressed, Jon started riding in my car a lot more. I did not know why, but I liked the fact he was with me in my car. Jon and I always had great conversations, and lots of laughs together. When he was sitting beside me, I could look at his beautiful face and handsome body. At that time, I dreamed of being with him forever. 

Sometimes after our night of fun, I was required to drop him at his house, and others at their houses. Jon had a curfew to meet. Sometimes we had to get him home while others of us in the group kept going until much later in the night.

As long as he was in front of his house, he was safe from his mom and dad getting pissed at him. Sometimes we would sit out front and talk for awhile before he went in. 

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After quite a few months of this kind of action, Jon and I were alone during the daytime. The other guys were either working or busy in other ways. We became much more comfortable being together. We rode around with nothing to do. I have no idea how it happened, that it was just the two of us, but that's how it was.

It was probably one in the afternoon on one particular day when I spotted a girl I knew and she flagged us down. Sue was in her car and asked us to follow her to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend. She expressed to us how she was really pissed off at her boyfriend, who at the time was at work.

When we got to the apartment Sue asked us, "Are you guys ready to party?" Of course we were ready!

I was kind of surprised by the openness of the offer she then made--Sue offered to fuck us! Although I had known her for a few years, I never expected this! 

I knew her through a good friend that was fucking her, as she was his girlfriend a few years back. This was even before I was driving a car. I also knew Sue's new boyfriend that she was so pissed at on that day. 

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Jon was invited into the bedroom first to fuck her. I was told I had to wait. Maybe she thought he was better looking than me, but I didn't care. Sloppy seconds are good, too!

I so wanted it to be a threesome, though, so I could get a look at Jon's dick and maybe blow him, too. I wanted Jon's dick to be my first time suck! I thought more about sucking Jon than screwing the girl!

Still, I was ready for my first girl to fuck. I waited my turn and then went into the bedroom after Jon came out with a huge smile on his face. I could tell it was his first time. He was well satisfied and at sixteen it probably was his first piece of ass. But would he admit that to me? NO WAY. I even asked him about, but he declared, "She is not my first."

I didn't believe him.

However, I'll admit that for me, at eighteen, this was my first pussy I fucked.  

As I went into the bedroom, I could Sue had on only an open blouse and no bra. She was nude below the waist as she lay on the bed.    

She said, "Come over here and fuck me, Gene. Let's get this over with." Sue's tone and attitude kind of pissed me off, but I was not going to say anything that my cost me my first pussy!

I was so excited I was afraid I'd cum before I got my dick in her.

Had I been smart, I would have gone in the bathroom and jacked off while Jon was fucking her. Jon was in there for at least twenty minutes, so I would have had plenty of time. If I'd gotten myself off, I could have lasted quite a bit longer and had a much better time fucking her.

As I feared, I took only about ten strokes before pulling out and cumming on her stomach. I was always quick on the trigger with the girls I had intercourse with. Of course, after I shot my load, we were done.

I got dressed and washed my hands in her bathroom. Sue told us to get the hell out before the boyfriend came home, so Jon and I quickly left her apartment.

I guess she was showing her boyfriend she too could cheat. It seemed Sue had a vendetta against him for something that had gone on between them. 

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After our girl fuck session, Jon and I had quite a bond between us, even stronger than we had had before. 

One evening a week or so later, Jon and I were left alone, as it was time for all the boys to go home. Jon was the last drop off, and he was sitting in my back seat. None of this dropping him off last was planned on my part. It simply happened that way because the other guy's homes came up first.

I pulled up in front of his rural house and steered off the road, parking in the ditch that went in front of all the homes in that area.

Jon was not ready to go inside and I hoped that he would sit in the car and we could talk for a while. That's exactly what happened.

I loved looking at him as often as I could. He was just so handsome. I didn't think he knew how much I adored him. We talked for about three or four minutes, and out of the blue he said, "Hey, I think you would like to suck my dick. I could use a blow job. Are you ready to suck me right now?" He continued, "I know you want to suck my dick, because you're always looking at me!"

Of course this was completely true. I did look at him more than I should have! Still, I was floored by his remark. I never thought he knew I was that interested in him! I also had no idea that it was going to be this easy to get my first suck. My head was spinning so fast I could hardly speak after I heard Jon say what he'd said to me.          Still, I denied that I'd like to suck  him. I had to act like I was a real straight guy, and I had to convince him I was not gay. I was afraid this might be a set up. So I thought I should go slowly by acting like this was a total surprise to me, even though I had secretly longed to suck his dick for years.

He kept going. "Look," he said, I see how you look at me and I believe you want my cock!" After saying "no" about three times, I finally said, "I am not a queer, Jon!" I tried my best to act like I was straight and that he had me all wrong.

Still, he kept on asking me to suck his dick!   I finally said, "Okay, I will suck it. Take it out."  He proceeded to pull out the nicest, five-inch cut cock I had seen since I was with my buddy Jim before he left for the Army. Still, Jim and I had never really sucked each other.

(NOTE: The part about Jim is in my story "Why Am I Gay," also posted here on Tickie Stories.)

I had never had a real, honest dick sucking session, but it was just about to happen for me at eighteen years old, right here in my car with my handsome buddy Jon.

Just as I was about to jump in the back seat with Jon, a car came around the corner a half block from where we were parked. We both sat there waiting for the car to pass by us so I could jump in back with him.

But wouldn't you know, the car stopped beside mine and it turned out we knew the four guys in the car. They were not a part of our usual group of guys, just acquaintances from town. They were cool, but we never hung out with them. They had their group, like we had ours. We acknowledged them with a half-hearted hello, what's going on, and such.

Suddenly, however, Jon blurted out to the guys in the other car, "Hey, Gene here was going to give me a blow job just before you guys showed up!"

They said, "Yeah, sure, Jon!"

I said, "Yeah, Jon is dreaming, and why are you telling these guys I was going to do that anyway, you asshole?"

Jon kept trying to convince them I was going blow him. This went on for maybe a minute or two, and I kept denying it.

I started the engine of my car as I said to Jon, "You're a fucking asshole and you need to get the fuck out of my car. I'm done with you!"

They all could tell I was really pissed at Jon! Jon proceeded to get out as the other car drove away, and I could hear the other guys laughing in the distance.

I drove away as soon as Jon exited my car. In addition to being pissed off, the whole thing had  scared the hell out of me! I was almost outed and I started to worry that it might not be over after all. I wondered if Jon would tell all of our group about this encounter in the days to follow, and if he did, what would happen then?

Thank goodness for me the guys in the car and all my other friends seemed to believe I was telling the truth and that Jon was trying to make me out as a fool and queer.

A few asked me about Jon's statement and I was able to convince them he was goofy or just trying to screw with me. I could tell they believed me and were on my side and not Jon's. I tried to think positively about it. 

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Still, I knew I was in trouble if Jon was ever able to convince all of our friends I might be gay. As far as I ever knew, though, he did not out me after all. I was left to figure out a way to stay in town so as to not arouse anyone's suspicion going forward.

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Some of the older guys from town were into auto racing. We all knew them, and sometimes we went to the track to watch them race their cars. I decided to get involved by helping them with the cars' maintenance, and by going with them to the race track.

Doing this was my best way of seeing my friends for coffee at our regular restaurant hangout in town. It also would help with making it appear that I had not run away from Jon's statement about me to my friends. Nevertheless, I was always somewhat paranoid they might believe him and not me.

I talked as usual to all my friends, and I was only available to go cruising with them once or twice after my scare with Jon. I also made sure Jon was not with us!

I never forgot how easy it was for me to get myself into a potentially bad situation that could have branded me for the rest of my life as being GAY! 

Posted: 09/02/11