In those days apartments did not have air conditioning, so I would leave and go down to the corner store and read comic books and if I had some money would buy a coke or something. The old man that ran the store at night would watch me and this one night as he was closing he asked me if I wanted to see something. He locked the door and turned down the lights and I went with him into the small office. He reached into the desk drawer and took out a comic book and asked me if I might want to read this instead.

It was a comic book of gay sex, drawings of guys sucking each other, of guys getting fucked, he ran his fingers over the comic drawings asking me if I liked this one or that one and commenting on how this guy was fucking that guy or sucking his dick. While he talked to me he was grabbing his dick in his pants. I was sitting in the chair and he was beside me putting his hand on my shoulder when he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out and asked me I liked it.

I had never had a dick that close to my face, it was big and hard and he put it against my mouth holding me by the neck and asked me if I didn't want to try it, to suck him like the comic book showed. He told me to open my mouth, and when I did it he slit it in. He gave me careful instructions about how to suck him, I paid careful attention and he complimented me. His dick felt good in my mouth, it tasted strange, but it felt good and he told me to close my eyes and just suck him and enjoy his dick.

While I sucked him, he rubbed my head and cheeks, he was standing full in front of me and he was rocking back and forth as he ran his dick in and out of my mouth. Every so often he would pull it out all the way and ask me to look at it, to really look at it and then to open my mouth and he would slide it in again.

My dick got hard, and then it got soft again, and then it got hard again. He happened to look down when I was hard and he said to let him see what kind of dick I had and he had me stand up and unzip my pants and take it out. He immediately took it in his hand and started to massage it and asked me I liked that, he rubbed his dick against mine to compare the size, then he bent over and gave me a long suck.

He helped me get my pants down and he rubbed the cheeks of my behind with his hand, he got behind me and told me to bend over like the guys did in the comic book, to bend over and he started to play with my butt hole, asking me if I liked it. When he pushed his finger in I said something, but he told me to stay bent over and he laid his dick up against my crack and the put his head against my hole. I heard him spit into his hand, and then I felt his spit land on my back and he used his finger to rub it against my hole, he put his dick against me and told me it was probably going to hurt, but then it was going to feel real good.

It hurt, but I kept from saying anything, as he slowly inserted his dick up my rectum. The pain was there, but there was also this pleasure feeling, which got better and better, he got to where he could fuck me and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it as much as I could. He had me clean up with a rag he had in the office.

When I walked home that night, I could feel my hole with every step I took. At home in bed I gently touched my hole, and in the morning I could still feel it.

The next night I went back for more. I got better and better, and he got more and more friendly with me. He used different stuff to get me lubricated, and whether he pushed his finger in me, or his dick, I could not get enough.

I really developed a strong desire to suck him, I always liked to suck him before we fucked. He had a large collection of comics, and magazines, and we would look at them together.