How to Lose Your Virginity in One Easy Lesson

*** Note: I do not advocate any unsafe sexual practices portrayed in this story. Their inclusion is for erotic story-telling pleasure only.

I was 18 years old, still a virgin and tired of it!

I knew I was gay as far back as I could recall. At 8 years old, the body of the male swimming coach at the YMCA held more fascination for me than the female ones. And by the time I was in high school, the shower rooms after PE class.… well, there was NO doubt! I actually began skipping my shower after starting to get a hard-on from watching some of the guys lather themselves up in the steamy water a couple of times! There may be clubs for homosexuals today, but in my time, being openly gay in high school was verboten. Unless you wanted to get your ass kicked, you stayed in the closet - and I wanted OTHER things done to MY ass!

Not knowing any other gays, I didn’t know how to go about meeting guys. How did you know if they were gay? How do you know if another man is interested in you? How do you let them know you feel the same? Which came first, the chicken or the egg? I knew there were such things as gay bars and sort of knew where one was, but I was under 21 and wouldn’t be admitted. Today, I can look back with amusement and remember the many times a good looking man had come on to me during my teen years – but at the time, I hadn’t realized it. In 1989, I was scared and naïve – basically, I was clueless about being gay!

It was my day off from work and I was taking the bus home after shopping at the mall. I was saving for a car and it wasn’t that much of a hassle to walk the few blocks to catch the bus whenever I wanted to go someplace. There weren’t many people on the ride that afternoon, but I still made my way to the back in order to sit in my favorite place, the bench seat running across the rear of the vehicle. As I settled in, putting the bag with the video I’d bought beside me, I noticed there was a guy coming down the aisle towards me. He sat down on the bench that ran parallel to mine on the right. He stretched his legs out into the aisle as he fiddled with the bag of whatever he’d bought at the mall. I had an unrestricted view of his body. His muscular legs covered with black furry hair seemed to stretch on forever. His legs were long but the tennis shoes with the short socks and skimpy red running shorts added to the illusion of extra length.

He wore a white t-shirt that advertised some sort of jogging event, so it was safe to assume he was a runner. It wasn’t so much that his shirt was tight as it was that he filled it out nicely. The shape of his toned torso could clearly be determined underneath. He had a broad chest that I assumed was hairy judging from the tuft of black hairs peeking from the top of his shirt. Broad shoulders, nice biceps and hairy arms rounded out the picture. As he fiddled with the plastic bag, I observed his hands – large, with long fingers and black hairs on the knuckles. I felt myself getting turned on. Xavier Hollander had written that you could tell the size of a man’s penis by the size of his hands and length & girth of his fingers. (Hey, a teenager learns about sex by reading anything he can – even if it is straight sex!) If what I’d read was true, then this guy was packing!

I glanced at his face and was surprised to find him looking at me. He smiled a sweet smile and said hello. He had a strong face with dark wavy hair, blue eyes, roundish wire-rimmed glasses, sideburns that stopped just before the bottom of his ears and a nice mustache - like the one Jason Lee would sport nearly 20 years later on TV. Although the rest of his face his was clean-shaven, he was one of those men with a naturally heavy beard, always displaying a slight five o’clock shadow. I guessed he was in his mid-to-late 20s.

I smiled, feeling like a complete fool for checking out his body and said “You bought a video. I bought one too,” gesturing to the sack lying on the seat beside me. God, of course we’d both bought videos – the bags were from the video store! Could I’ve said anything more stupid?

“So did you.” He laughed then said, “I’m surprised I didn’t see you in there.”

What did he mean by that comment? And was I imagining it, or had he just looked me over the way I’d done him?

Nervous, I pulled my video out of my bag, “Batman” I said, stating the obvious.

“I got ‘See No Evil, Hear No Evil’, he said, showing off his purchase.

“That’s cool. I’ve wanted to see that.” I exclaimed without thinking. Hey, I genuinely was enthused at his choice... I liked Richard Pryor & Gene Wilder. He laughed again. As we put our tapes back in their bags, I could’ve sworn he was checking out my legs!

I was wearing regular-length shorts and tennis shoes, which while not as revealing as his mode of dress, still showed off my legs, which I have to admit, were pretty good looking. They were long with a nice layer of hair, but nowhere near as shapely as his. I stood at 6-4, and was slim, with a nice swimmer’s build. While I didn’t wear tight t-shirts, mine always managed to show off my strong pecs in the way the fabric fell. With straight brown hair, brown eyes and rectangular wire-rim glasses, I still had enough roundness of the face that comes with youth that I would probably have still been called cute, rather than handsome, or so all of my Aunts always said, much to my chagrin whenever they visited.

The bus had begun moving and to take my mind off the movement that had begun in my groin, I started watching the sights out the side window. I couldn’t help but see him since he was seated practically right in front of me, but I tried not to look for fear of being caught checking him out again. He lifted his shirt and pulled his wallet from where it was being held by the waistband of his running shorts. He folded and placed his receipt in it. Then lifting his shirt again, he replaced the wallet and I had a good view of the black chest hair trailing up and fanning out over his taut stomach. He held his shirt up for a couple of beats longer than necessary and I was sure he’d caught me checking him out.

“Would you like to come over and see it?”

“Huh?” I said dumfounded.

“My ‘See No Evil, Hear No Evil’ tape,” He said, indicating nothing out of the ordinary with his voice. “You said you’d wanted see the movie.”

“Uhhhh,” I stumbled, probably looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

“This is my stop.” He said, reaching for the signal strip, pushing it with a “ding”.

I only had a block to react. I was probably misreading the invitation. Lord knows it’d happened before. A couple of times I’d gone over to a classmate’s home “to watch a video” only to be disappointed that nothing else had happened. Heck, one time I met a really cute college-age guy in the comic book shop and went to his apartment to “look at his collection” only to find out that’s exactly what he meant! I figured if I was wrong again, then what-the-hey, I would at least I would get to watch a movie I wanted to see. “Sure,” I answered.

The bus came to a stop and we both left by the middle exit. We stood for a moment waiting for the noise, heat and exhaust of the departing bus to subside. We were practically the same height.

“My name’s Richard.” He said, holding out his hand.

“Mike” I replied, feeling titillated by his strong grasp as we shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, Mike” He smiled. “I’m just a couple of blocks this way.” he said. I began following him into the neighborhood.

It was a hot, sun-shiny day. But, I was still taken back when Richard suddenly pulled off his t-shirt and hung from the back of the waistband of his shorts. What a body! His v-shaped back was rounded with muscles up his broad shoulders and down his arms with black tufts of hair jutting out from his armpits. His chest was better than I’d imagined. He had one of those hairy chests that grew up the center of his torso from his groin forming a line upwards, fanning up and out across his well defined chest. The hairs formed a swirling pattern around his large dark nipples. He wasn’t a body-builder – simply tall, well filled-out and toned like an athlete.

“It’s hot,” was his only comment. Boy he wasn’t kidding!

We made small talk about the weather and the things we liked at the mall. Richard was really a nice guy. We shared a common interest in books and were recommending authors to one another as we approached his apartment complex. I’d seen it before. It was one of the places I was considering when I moved out of my parent’s house as I planned to do later that year. I explained that I was saving for a car and the initial financial outlay needed for getting a place of my own. That fall, I would also be starting classes at the local junior college. Richard commended me on my foresight. “A lot of guys don’t think ahead.” He turned his head and smiled. “And it looks like you’ve got a good head on those shoulders.” This time I was sure he was taking in my body with his eyes, lingering my now erect nipples poking my t-shirt despite the heat outdoors. Thank goodness my shorts were baggy enough to hide my hard-on, or else I might have something really to be embarrassed about!

We went up the stairs to the second floor and he unlocked the door to his apartment, pushed it open and waved for me to enter. “My palace!” he laughed. I really liked the layout, not too small, just the type of place I was looking for. I asked him about the rent but didn’t hear his response because it was then I noticed the fresh new flattened boxes with moving company labels leaning against one wall, a few already put together.

“I’m moving this weekend.” Richard said, noticing the look on my face. “I got a great promotion and am being transferred to South Carolina. That’s why I was riding the bus. I’m getting a company car so I sold my old junker. The whole thing happened rather suddenly. I’d already paid next month’s rent and can’t get it back. In fact, it looks as if they’re going to hold me to my lease… I still have three months on it and they don’t have another renter. It’s not a big deal, my company will cover it.”

“That’s nice.” I said, feeling a little disappointed that just when I may have met someone, he was going to be leaving. That is, if he WAS gay. My gaydar was still in beta testing at this point in my life.

“Have a seat, Mike.” He said, motioning me to the couch. “I’m going to get changed.”

Richard went down the short hall to the bedroom. I made myself comfortable watching the shape of his body as he walked away. Wow, was it nice!

“I didn’t take the bus to the mall,” he shouted from the other room. “I jogged there. It’s a hot day and I got all sweaty,” he said heading back into the living room. “I’m going to take a shower,” he announced.

I was shocked to see he was totally naked!

“I’ll only be a minute.” He said and disappeared into the bathroom next to him in the hallway.

My heart jumped. I’d only gotten a brief glimpse, but it looked as if Xavier Hollander was right! What I’d seen hanging between his legs there was big and thick!

“You can watch TV.” Richard called from the bathroom. I heard the water start and began channel surfing, pondering what I’d just seen. This can’t finally be happening! Maybe he’s just a nudist?

A couple of minutes later, the sound of the shower cut off and Richard shouted, “Hey, Mike! Can you get me a fresh towel? They’re in the closet right across from the bathroom!”

Oh-boy, I thought as I went into the hall. I did as he asked, turned and entered the bathroom as Richard pulled the shower curtain open, holding his hand out for the towel.

“Thanks.” He said simply.

I know he saw my eyes drop to his dick. It must have been about 4 or 5 inches flaccid, dripping with water and it WAS as thick as I’d thought!

“You’re welcome.” I said.

Suddenly feeling awkward, I left the bathroom and went back to stare unseeingly at whatever was on the TV. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer. A minute later, I caught a glimpse of Richard’s buttocks as turned off the bathroom light and went back to his bedroom. Another minute passed and he came out into the living room with a video cassette in hand. He was wearing nothing but his red jogging shorts, but this time I could tell he had no underwear underneath them. The outline of his large dick was clear, laying to his left, cupped in front of his shorts. The hair all over his body was still dark with moisture and matted from drying himself with the towel. This further defined the muscles of all over his body.

Richard popped the cassette into the VCR and stood by the TV waiting for it to play. To my astonishment, there on the screen was a close-up of a large, greasy cock moving in and out of a woman’s vagina! No, wait a sec! That’s not a vagina! That’s an ass… a man’s ass!!! A man’s hairy ass! The scene shifted to another view and sure enough, it was a hunky man ramming his cock in and out of another guy’s rear. The other guy’s dick was just as hard, bouncing up and down with each thrust!

“Ooops.” Richard said, “I put the wrong tape in.”

He came over and sat closely beside me. I barely noticed as I couldn’t take my eyes off the images on the TV. I’d never seen a gay porn tape before. A friend had a straight porn tape that he’d copied for me, but obviously I’d been more interested in the guy than the girl.

Putting his left arm behind me across the back of the couch, Richard said, “This is my special ‘when I’m lonely and wish I had someone to share my bed with me’ tape. Do you like it?”

“Uh.” was all I could say. My eyes must have been as big as ping-pong balls!

I was shaken back to reality when Richard nuzzled his lips to my ear, his mustache slightly tickling me and whispered, “Would you like to do what they’re doing?”

“I… I’ve never been… never been with a guy before.” I choked.

“Or a girl, I imagine.” He whispered with a slight laugh. “Don’t worry. We’ve all got to have a first time.” Pulling back, Richard’s beautiful blue eyes looked straight into mine. “Do you want me to show you how?” he asked, placing his strong hand on my bare leg, moving it slowly up to my inner thigh under the leg of my shorts.

“Yes” I whimpered, feeling my hard-on now raging in my shorts.

“Take off your shoes.” Richard whispered, then added, “And your socks.”

I quickly obeyed, afraid if I took too long he would change his mind. Richard stood and taking my hand in his, guided me up as well. He brushed the palm of his other hand lightly across my cheek to re-assure me. “Don’t worry.” He whispered. “Come with me.” And my hand in his, he guided me back to his bedroom.
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Stopping beside the queen-size bed, Richard took off his glasses and placed them on the bed-side table. He turned and faced me. We were standing eye-to-eye, only inches apart. My heart was beating wildly and my hard-on was straining in my shorts. I could see his huge erection tenting his jogging shorts, almost pulling the elastic waist-band away from his body.

Smiling, Richard reached up and carefully removed my glasses, placing them next to his. He then grasped my t-shirt with both hands and began to pull it up. I lifted my arms allowing him to remove it over my head. He stood there for a moment looking at my broad chest, shapely arms and trim stomach, which had a small trail of hair leading up from my crotch. Then he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. Our eyes met, mine showing consent for him to continue. Carefully, he grabbed hold of both sides of my shorts, thumbs under my white underwear, and pulled them down being careful to clear my erection. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. I stood revealed to him - my 6 ½ inch, slim member pointed straight up, bouncing slightly with the beat of my pulse, a pool of pre-cum sitting in the slit of its head. From the look in his eyes, I knew Richard liked what he saw.

After a moment, Richard pulled his jogging shorts off, stepped out of them and stood before me. His erect shaft was a good 8 inches long and its girth was impressively thick. It was capped by a large, purplish mushroom head pointing straight up towards my face. I looked over his wonderful body and said, “You’re beautiful.”

“You’re body is pretty hot too.” He grinned.

“I’m skinny. You are so… so... great!”

“You know, in high school I always hated being so hairy - my chest, the beard. Other guys weren’t like that. I wanted to be smooth and built like you.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not. I think most guys have certain insecurities with their bodies, even if they don’t admit it to one another - especially when it comes to this.” Richard said, tapping his hard cock. “Some guys think they’re too small, too curved, too light, too dark. Hell, some guys think they’re too big!” he laughed.