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TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Jacob's TaleRated: X Teens, strangers
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So, another guy talked me into telling his first time story. So, here is Jacob's Tale.
Yeah, so, real story, but it's just a story and all that. I wonder if the guy reads this site? Let us know if you do and want to say hey. Wish we'd changed names or numbers or something. And thanks! And thanks to Ray for writing this for me. I suck at telling the story. I've tried and I just suck at it. Thanks, Ray!
It was the end of summer vacation with my folks. We had spent a month driving from Chicago to San Francisco to visit my uncle and aunt there. They just had a baby. Big whoop. I was sort of hoping for a good time. I was sixteen, and got to drive quite a lot. But, mostly, I was looking forward to maybe some action. I'm gay, and none of my friends are, at least not that I suspect. I really doubt it. Some are really verbal about disliking homos. So, yeah, I'm sure none of my friends are.
I was really hoping to get some action in California. I mean, I've read all these hot stories online about California being so open to gays, and I thought even I could get laid in San Francisco, even if it meant taking a risk or two.
We spent a week at my aunt and uncle's. I used my phone constantly, scouring the internet for places where I could meet up with someone and get laid. I mean, it was San Francisco! And I was way past due. I found lots of places for adults to meet, bars and all, but nothing for guys my age. Except school groups, and it was summer break. And I was really limited to how far I could go. There was no fucking way my parents were going to let me go driving around. I was used to Chicago and the burbs, so Frisco wasn't all that different, but my parents shot down even the first hints at my taking the car anywhere.
So, I went high and dry. By high, I mean stoned. I brought what weed I could, and spent a lot of time in the back yard smoking joints behind the garage. It was fucking hot out there! And by dry, I mean horny and hard. I beat my meat when I could, mostly at night while I lay on the cot on the back porch.
I walked around a lot, but they lived in a neighborhood that had nothing but little mini-malls and mostly Mexican places. There were some hot looking Latino guys, but I had no guts for finding out if any of them was interested in a white guy for some fast sex.
We went to all the usual tourist traps, and saw all the sights. And I was dying, seeing all the guys holding hands, kissing, and just looking so hot!
So, the week finally came to an end, and we started home. Dad drove for a few hours, then we stopped for food and pit stops. I got to take over. I drove until it started getting dark. Dad said to pull over at Elko. It was a small town right on I-80. It didn't look like much. He found a hotel with an indoor pool and cheap prices, and called and got two rooms. I was really glad of that. On the way out to California I had slept on the floor in the same room with my folks more than once. Ugh.
We find the place on the other end of the town. It was almost a Native American type hotel. It did have a casino, and an indoor pool, but it looked a lot like the Holiday Inn next door and the other hotels along the road. Anyway, we pulled in, I checked out my little room, had a shower, and met the folks in the restaurant.
The food was okay. The interesting thing was this guy who was eating alone in a booth a few over from where we were sitting. He was really cute. Obviously American Indian, mostly, with some Anglo. He looked about my age, maybe a year older or so, but no way over eighteen. He had longish black, straight hair, a long face that was just so Native American, and dark eyes. He looked sort of either soft and chunky or a little muscly, but I couldn't tell from across the room.
Time and time I would glance over and see him looking my way. He was smiling every time. I wasn't sure, but it looked like maybe he was blushing. How do you tell on a guy with that reddish-brown complexion? When we walked out, he kept watching me, smiling.
I was really tempted to go talk to him. I mean, I was getting sort of desperate. I know I'm not bad looking, not at all, so I figured if he was gay too, that maybe we could sort of hook up. At least talk. I just didn't have the guts.
So, I get back to my room and tell my folks I guess I'll head down to the pool. They say they want to watch television and relax. So, I change into my swimming trunks, grab a towel, and head to the pool. The sign says it closes at eight. I have just over an hour, so I make the most of it. I start doing laps and keep at it.
Until I notice him looking in through the glass windows on one side of the pool area. He's standing there smiling. I sort of want to wave him in, but I don't know him, or what he's about, so I just sort of stare like an idiot, then go back to swimming. I make one lap and end up figuring, what the hell, I'll just wave and see what happens. I turn and look, but he's gone. I feel like an idiot.
I finish swimming, hoping I see him again so I can wave. At least wave and smile. Nothing. I plod back to my room feeling like I had really missed a chance.
I got out of my trunks, showered, and got into sweats for bed. Just as I stretched out on the bed and started boning myself up for a session, thinking about the cute Amer-Indian guy in the restuarant, there's a knock on the door. When I opened the door, he was standing there. And there was no way I couldn't notice how hard he was. I mean, it was like a huge sausage was shoved in the front of his pants. I swallowed again, and realized I was staring there. It was humiliating! I looked up and he was just smiling at me.
"Hi," he said all calm.
I knew right then that he had done this before. There was no way this was the first time he had come to a guy's room before. I wondered if he did it for money, and if he was expecting me to pay.
"Uh... are you, like... a pro?"
He laughed. He was really cute.
"To be honest, I've charged, sure. I can make some good money at it. But I wasn't thinking of charging you anything."
We stood there while I processed the fact that I was looking at a real gigolo, and he was standing right there in front of me, and I had a chance to be with him. And he was really hot.
"Can I come in?" he asked, grinning.
I stepped back and let him in, then almost slammed the door. I was so nervous I thought I was going to shake something loose.
"So, I guess you're a virgin?" he asked as he sat down on the bed.
"Uh... what makes you think something like that?"
"You sort of get a sense for it. Like gaydar. I knew you were gay the second you walked in, the way your eyes got real big when you saw me looking at you. And how you blushed. By the way, you're totally hot when you're embarrassed."
"I must be fucking irresistible right now then!" I said, laughing.
He patted the bed next to him and said, "Yeah, you are. But you're hot anyway. I love your hair. And your eyes. You have a really great bod."
I wasn't sure that I could sit there next to him, but I wasn't going to be any more of a wimp and wussy than I could manage to not be. So I strolled right up to him to sit down. He reached out and gently cupped my groin just as I started to turn to sit, and I froze in place.
"Yeah, thought there was something going on in there," he said, starting to move his hand around down there.
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