1. Making Me Bi


    Date: 12/3/2016, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Mature, Author: totallyurs, Rating: 94, Source: xHamster

    I have been interested in boys and girls since I was around twelve, when a neighbouring male friend f the f****y took me for a ride in his car and at that time - in the late fifties - having a car journey was quite a thing. My mum saw nothing wrong with it, which I was pleased about, I was excited to go and looking back all these years, I am still glad she allowed me to go. It was just going to be a short drive, to let me see the car at close quarters and look at the countryside, in the area round our small town. My driver friend was an unremarkable man, quite small but well built with broad shoulders, not fat but with the build of a man who worked physically, which kept him in shape. He was the b*****r of a lady who lived opposite and often visited his s****r. I got in the car at the front gate and my mum waved me away and we drove on one of the main roads toward the nearest town of an size and as he spoke of the car, how and where he had got it, the conversation started to turn to me and my life. Again, I saw nothing wrong with, in fact I think I recall being quite pleased that an adult would be interested in my mundane life and I laughed when he asked if I had a girlfriend - at age twelve? I wished. The he said that some boys could be friends too in a special way and once more, I saw nothing wrong in that, I had some really good friends who I thought were pretty special, although I had no idea what he was meaning. As he talked and the subject got more and more naughty, ...
    we turned off the main road and made for a stopping place over looking the local river, at the end of a lane used for farm vehicles through the week and this was a Saturday. Still, that seemed a reasonable thing to do, it was a nice quiet area, with a nice view of a river - it had of course been carefully chosen and used before, I have no doubt. We continued to talk about my preferences and I had none, when he asked if he could kiss me. I don't think I answered but at that age, in that time, you would not think of saying know to a trusted adult, so i didn't reply. He leaned over to me, sitting in the front passenger seat and gently kissed my on the lips. It wasn't hard, just a brush really but with enough intent for me to know, that this was a deliberate act. I can remember feeling an instant excitement, my little dick twitched as y body reacted to the shock but no fear, no alarm and strangely, looking back, no embarrassment. He had a thin black moustache and he smelled of strong tobacco, probably cigars or a pipe. I didn't like the smell and taste of the tobacco but it was not objectionable. He leaned back a little and asked if I liked that. I had no answer, I suppose my brain was still trying to take it all in but I didn't dislike it and kind of shrugged my shoulders. My abuser, as he would now be known, took that as an invitation to kiss me again, this time firmer, longer and with his body pressed against the right side of my body and arm. I was f***ed a little back by his ...
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