An Early Auckland Adventure
At eighteen, I was contentedly bisexual and resided with my girlfriend in Freemans Bay. Every Sunday evening, I'd exit her home at approximately 7:30 pm, board a bus into town, and before heading to the bus depot to return home, I'd check out the toilets at the Ferry Buildings. Who knew?
That specific night, nothing occurred, and I leaned against a railing, admiring the water's reflection on it due to the darkness. A gentleman around his late fifties was also near the railing; we initiated a conversation. He inquired if I'd like to go for a ride with him, and without hesitation, my response was "absolutely." I informed him of my need to be home in Penrose by 9:45 pm. He didn't specify our plans before "after," but I was already feeling heated up.
He possessed a stunning Armstrong Siddeley car nearby, and we drove, conversing. He proposed taking me to Mangere that evening. At that time (1959), there was no airport in Mangere, it was chiefly farmland after crossing the bridge. We proceeded down a country road and entered an open gate into a paddock.
He turned off the engine, and we sat chatting, both understanding what could potentially take place but I was waiting for him. Eventually, he moved his hand to my thigh and stroked it, whereupon he found my erection, straining hard against my trousers. He stroked it through them and posed the question, "Would you like me to suck you?" The question elicited a resounding reaction from me. He then leaned closer, delivering tremendous oral pleasure.
Unfortunately, even though my height was greater at that time, my erection made its presence felt, and I was destined to avoid climaxing. He lifted his head and inquired whether I'd want to have anal intercourse. Not particularly appealing but, with my boundless sexual excitement, I agreed.
We emerged the vehicle, he removed his trousers, and knelt down before me. He sucked me again to make me more lubricated and then leaned forward. I pushed into him and the ensuing intimacy resulted in a spectacular climax for me.
Post-climax, my situation appeared awkward, standing naked in an isolated paddock with a stranger, and he too had feces on his genitals. Fortunately, he provided a handkerchief, and I used it to wipe myself down as well as I could. We reclothed and, as promised, he dropped me off at my desired location.
The subsequent Sunday, I was again by the wharf rail when he arrived once more in the same car place. "Would you want to take a drive with me?" he asked. This time he drove me to his place in Kelston. There, after minimal communication, his arms encircled me, his hands groped me, divested me of my attire, positioned me on a daybed, and performed oral sex so delicately. The experience was sublime.
Regularly, on the subsequent Sundays, I found his car waiting for me at the same location, we'd ride to his home, and we'd engage in the same activities. Then, he relocated to a residence in Titirangi, near the scenic drive, and this time he invited me to join him in bed. My unease was present as it was my first time in the bed of a naked man. However, he skillfully took me into his cozy mouth and enjoyed the delightful experience.
Nevertheless, complications arose at Titirangi when I realized his position in bed was causing both of us to face each other; he was still orally pleasuring me as he shifted, and his erection floated in front of my face. I had minimal experience in handling another man's erection, I was more accustomed to men wanting to fondle and suck me, but now, it was my turn to reciprocate the generosity bestowed on me.
Timidly, I gripped his erection. Warm, velvety, and firm, it was enticing. Alright, so given the phenomenal blowjob I was receiving, I quickly enveloped his member in my mouth. It appeared rather enormous - no way could I engulf the whole thing (in truth, one night we measured up and found that our cocks were exactly the same in size and both of us were uncut) and as I fumbled with my initial blowjob technique, this clearly delighted Tom as he upped his efforts to satisfy me, but I was adamant about not letting him ejaculate in my mouth and as I reached climax, I removed his cock from my mouth and gave him a handjob for the final moments. Spurts of cum splattered all over my chest, neck, and chin while he gleefully downed my climax.
Over time, this became the norm for our bedroom activities, only once was I swept away by passion to let him climax in my mouth but I didn't particularly care for it and never did it again. We didn't engage in anal sex after that, we merely savoured the pleasure of sucking each other.
I tied the knot, but we maintained our connection. I had his phone number and would phone him to inquire if he'd like a visitor, and he always agreed.
We had a spat over something minuscule and distanced ourselves. I tried contacting him a few years later, but the animosity persisted on his end and I received a chilly response, so I ceased the attempt.
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