Can You See The Real Me? by Springman

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It was 1975 and I had boarded a plane to Europe on what was to be an epic trip around the world. I was just 22 and having accumulated several thousand dollars working at an automobile manufacturing plant and selling weed to the other line workers there, I was now my own man.
I moved around the countries of Europe hitchhiking. This was common in those days and I felt safe doing so.
I had left my High School sweetheart behind. In my mind I was still dedicated to her and felt we would marry when I returned home a year or two later, me, a man of the world.
A few years earlier she had told me her father had asked her if we were having sex. She had said no, which was the truth, and her father speculated that I might be gay. "Are you?" Elaine asked.
Elaine was a feminist and would not tolerate sexist behavior. I had respected that and did not press the issue of sex with her. I understood her stand regarding male dominance and its downside from the female perspective. I assured Elaine that I was not gay and that I had been waiting until she was comfortable with having sex with me. With the green light suddenly on we shed our virginity again and again.
Elaine was not the most enthusiastic of lovers. She liked lying back calmly waiting for me to give her head until her pussy was ready for my over stimulated dick that would unfortunately blow its top very quickly. I got so I would masturbate in the stall of the bathroom at her college dorm before going up to her room. That trick effectively slowed down my roll.
She was a wonderful woman and when opportunities rose along the way as I traveled around Europe I found I could not bring myself to screwing other women because she was foremost in my mind and a feeling of guilt spoiled things.
In Germany I hitched a ride with a native who was in his late twenties. Victor was well educated and spoke flawless English. He had a mature swagger and was quite engaging asking about my trip and the things I had seen and done. His ride was an impressive 5 speed sports car. His dark hair was cut in a sensible style unlike my sun bleached long hair and beard.
I was a little taken back when Victor matter of factually told me he was gay.
"It must be nice not having to worry about getting you lover pregnant," I responded.
Victor laughed. I did not think he expected that come back to his initial flirt.
We went on to other subjects comfortably chatting away. It is a hitchhikers primary duty to be talkative and entertain the driver. Two hours later Victor announced that he had reached his destination. I reached for the door handle to get out and thanked him for the ride.
"I know it's getting late," said Victor, "If you’d like to spend the night on my couch you can."
Living on the road was difficult and I had spent many nights camping in the woods just off the road and the offer of a shower and a couch was something I could not pass up.
"That would be great," I said.
Victor left the autobahn and we were soon parked at an apartment complex.
His apartment was a one bedroom on the seventh floor that was neat and clean with simple furniture. I stood in the tiny living room with my back pack not really sure what I should do.
"Lets get cleaned up," Victor suggested, "Drop your pack anywhere. The shower is just through the bed room."
I went to the bathroom, stripped down, and stepped into the shower. As I was sudsing up I heard the door open and Victor come in.
"Ever thing alright in there?" He asked.
I was washing my hair and soap was dribbling into my eyes.
"It’s great thank you," I said.
"Mind if I come in? We conserve on water here."
Before it could register what he was saying Victor slipped into the tiny shower stall. My head was still full of soap and he said, "Let me take care of that."
There was no place to go. I could feel Victors naked body slide in behind me and he began massaging my scalp. Instantly my dick jumped to attention swelling to the point where it hurt a little. Victors hands moved down from my neck and slid under my armpits. We were both soapy and slippery against one another. I could barely breath and my stomach was tight. Victor moved his hands down my chest and fiddled with my nipples and navel before moving to my cock. I got even harder.
"Oh," Victor whispered in my ear, "I thought so!"
I could feel Victors dick rise and slide between the cheeks of my soapy ass. He finished scrubbing me taking particular care lingering and fingering my ass hole with the tip of his finger.
"Your tight!" he exclaimed, "Now you can wash me."
I was so nervous, but my body reacted on its own as if my reluctant brain was just along for the ride. I turned and our slick bodies were now face to face, erections jiggling together.
I moved my hands around and clutched his rock hard butt cheeks in my hands. The sensation was so intense, nothing like the methodical love making I had experienced with Elaine. His male body was muscular and I loved the feel of his arms around me. The fact that he had seduced and taken me was a new feeling and I could only clutched him tightly.
"Can I touch your penis?" I spoke in a thin voice that trembled.
He moved my hand slowly down his belly and onto his balls and cock.
The shower rained down on us and the soap washed away.
"Lets take this to the bedroom," Victor said.
He followed me out of the shower and patted me dry with an enormous towel.
"Come," he said.
I obediently followed.

Victor began to tell me how beautiful I was and I had not thought of myself that way before.
My tan legs, back and chest, perky nipples, and scrumptious pure white ass. It was weird talk but I felt really flattered. My dick was still hard. I sat on the edge of Victors bed, he bent down and slurped the tip of my cock. I exploded, the cum squirted out under intense pressure and covered Victors face. He closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief.
I didn’t care that I came so fast and hard but I also knew I better reciprocate.
Victors dick was three quarters hard when I knelt before him the tip of his manhood inches from my face. Words from my older brother went through my head, you can get away with almost anything but suck one cock and your a faggot forever. I hesitated because I was about to cross that boundary. Victor touched the back of my head gently.
I opened my mouth and tilted my head forward. Victors dick was on my lips. The taste was not as bad as I expected. I leaned further until his whole knob was past my teeth and onto my tongue. Very quickly Victors member swelled inside my mouth and became very slippery. I clutched his ass and plunged further until I gagged.
"Take your time," Victor urged.
I thought the shower felt good but this was amazing. I remembered sucking my thumb for comfort when I was little and this was far beyond that. Victor was in control and let me experiment. A chill went up my back with the realization Elaines dad had been right, I was gay and loving that dick in my mouth proved it once and for all time. I finally knew what sex was supposed to feel like. I wanted to finish him off so bad. I overcame the gag reflex and felt his dick hit the back of my throat. This was instinctual, I knew exactly what to do.
"Are you ready for me to come?" asked Victor. I nodded my head yes.
Now Victors penis hardened and pulsated. He made a lovely groan and my mouth filled with cum. I didn’t want to swallow and the fluid creep out over my bottom lip. Slowly he slipped his dick out and he guided me into the bathroom to wash the sticky cum off our faces.
"Was that your first time?" He asked and I burst into tears before I could answer yes.
Victor cuddled me on the couch and helped me understand what this experience meant.
"I’m gay," I shouted, "I’m f***ing gay!"
"Yes you are boyfriend, you passed that test 100 percent!" He said and hugged and kissed me. "Hey," he continued, "I have a party to go to tonight, would you like to go as my date?"
"But I don’t have anything to wear!"
As soon as the words left my mouth I thought how strange it was that I wanted to look beautiful for him. The gay man flood gates had burst wide open.
"I’m a mess."
"Well, are you ready for a makeover then?" asked Victor, "You want to be a proper boyfriend don’t you?"
I was eager to please him.
"Here’s my idea," he explained. "Lets make a big difference in your look that will help you fit in and draw a line between your old self and the new improved you."
Victor took me into the bathroom where I sat on a bar stool in front of the mirror still naked.
"I think a hair cut is in order." He said, "The thing is, you're so young and all this hair makes you look like Rasputin. You're only a boy so long, let's get you back to that."
Victor plugged in clippers and went to work removing my beard and mustache. Then he drew the machine up through my sideburns and towards the top of my head. Again my dick hardened as he carefully continued removing all the hair from the sides of my head all the while telling me how sexy I was.
"Now for the top." He said.
I had kept my eyes shut because the falling hair was considerable and was getting in my eyes, I thought, too, that I’d like to be surprised by his vision for me. The clippers vibrated a jittery path over the top of my head.
"Much better my gay boyfriend," he laughed. Then came the razor. Victor was being meticulous. My face was shaved along with the hair line on the back and sides.
"Open your eyes now beautiful."
Where had I gone? It looked like a young boy with a fresh brush cut had traded place with me.
"Do you like it?" Victor asked, "Oh I guess you do judging by your erection!"

Victor dolled me up with clean pants and shirt he found in his closet and we left for the party. I hung on tightly to his arm the first hour. Everyone treated me so well and a dog never had his head patted so much.
Victor explained to everyone that he had found me on the side of the road and that I had just lost my gay virginity that afternoon. I turned bright red. It seemed everyone wanted to congratulate me and give me words of advice.

Back in the car I kept my hand on top of Victors as he shifted through the gears.
"You’ve had quite a day young man by anyones standards. I am so proud of your bravery. Will you tell your girlfriend and family what you have discovered about your self?"
"How?" I asked.
"When I came out no one was very surprised. I was shocked at how quickly it was old news. My suggestion is to write a letter and be done with it. Then you can truly be."
"Will you help me?" I asked.
"Of course."
When we got back to his apartment Victor took out a pen and paper. I wrote simply that I had met a wonderful man and had fallen in love and to please forgive me any pain I might have caused. I sealed the letters. Victor slid his hand up the back of my shaved neck and kissed me, swishing his tongue past my lips and over my teeth.
"You wrote it perfectly and there’s no time like the present," said Victor. We walked to the post just a half block away he watched me drop the fateful letters in. Some dude smirked at us and made a rude comment as we walked back holding hands. I was angry. Victor just kept walking and did not let go of my hand.
"Unfortunately that’s a word you’re going to hear occasionally if you’re a hand holder."
"But it’s not fair!" I protested.
"I like your spunk," He said

Safely back at his apartment we slipped between the sheets. A feeling of supreme contentment filled my heart as he spooned me close to his belly, my butt firmly pressed against that gorgeous cock.

"It’s over now," I said, "I am who I am."

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