Gilbert Ray was a Baptist minister of the full Hellfire type. He was a God-fearing, bible punching minister with no flexibility in his beliefs. Sex, other than with one's wife, was unimaginable. You can therefore imagine his views on drugs, homosexuality and abortion. This was 1966 and attitudes all around him were changing, but not Gilbert. He still preached in his Baptist church to a moderately packed congregation of like minded people who loved him for defending the moral high ground.
It was in this environment, that William Ray had been born. In 1966, William was 14 and had few friends outside the church. His life revolved around school, homework, some sport and, of course, church and bible classes. William wasn't unhappy. To be fair he didn't know what it was he was missing as everyone around him was missing it too. Gilbert so wanted William to follow him into the church but William was showing a great interest in the English language and had already expressed an interest in being a teacher, something his father might just accept.
William was 14 and was surprised that his sexual organ had a habit of standing up every morning and also from time to time during the day. He had no one to ask and tried to broach the subject with his father. This led to a long lecture on the evils of the flesh and when William's bed sheets were discovered with sticky stains on them one morning, a beating following just to underline how evil all this was. William hadn't the faintest idea what the stains were or how they had arrived on the sheets.
William was 20 and just about to continue his teacher training in a Primary School nearby when his mother was diagnosed with cancer and lasted just 3 months. His father was heartbroken. There were many things that could be disliked about Gilbert, but the love of his wife could not be doubted. His heart attack 3 months after his wife's death was rumoured to be a broken heart. Whatever it was, William was left as a 21 year old orphan with a small house and a moderate amount of money.
He put all his effort into his study and was determined to be a Primary School teacher. It was on a residential course in Brighton that he met a rather worldy-wise young man called Rick Johnston. Rick had a tattoo on his arm and was a little uncouth by William's standards but they were sharing a room during the course and in a way William quite liked Rick's attitude. Rick persuaded William to go out for a drink and was successful in persuading him to add a shot of vodka to his first orange. What William didn't know, is that he had added a shot of vodka to each of his subsequent orange juices. William was aware of the trip back to the small hotel they were staying at but was also aware of euphoria and more relaxed state then he had never encountered before. When Rick and he arrived back, giggling, they collapsed on their respective beds.
Perhaps I should take a few moments out to describe William. He was, by now, exactly six feet tall. He was slim but not skinny but also didn't have a defined body. He dressed rather plainly, tending to wear a dress shirt for casual wear rather than buying casual clothes. He had an attractive face, a legacy from his father, with dark hair which he kept quite short, and piercing blue eyes. He had rather large hands and feet to match which all contributed to his "attractive but slightly geeky" look.
As William lay back on the bed, the room slowly revolved and he started to giggle. Rick started to get ready for bed and being more used to alcohol, was soon down to a pair of white briefs which clearly outlined his manliness. William had never seen another human being in a state of undress, except for the odd glimpse of a school mate after gym, and was fascinated by Rick's well defined body. What he didn't know was Rick was bisexual and horny. He loved nothing better than seducing woman or men on his terms. Still giggling, he started to strip William and within a few moments, with the odd hold up to remove shoes, had William stark naked on his bed.
William felt a little silly and the softness of his cock reflected it. The uncut piece of meat lay flaccid out of his rich black pubic hair. Nothing happened until Rick pulled off his briefs to reveal a semi-erect cock which once it reached full size, would be 7 inches. Rick said nothing as he walked about, but William couldn't take his eyes away from it. Rick knew he was being watched but kept up a casual conversation while his cock started to really grow. He popped a couple of cans and handed one to William who meekly took it and started to drink, gagging slightly at the bitter taste.
"How big does it get," asked Rick?
"What," said William naively?
"Your dick, stupid," was the reply.
Talking about his cock, made it start to rise and within ten seconds it was a full 9 inches. William giggled, looked down and said, "That big!"
Rick walked over and gripped it. William jumped.
"Lie still," commanded Rick, "and I'll show you some fun."
He pushed William back on the bed and started to suck his cock. If William hadn't been drunk, Rick would have had a full mouth in seconds. Rick licked the balls and the cock while stroking his own. Each time William tried to see what was happening, he was pushed back. Rick climbed up to William's chest and forced his mouth on to his slightly resisting mouth. He climbed further and gently inserted his cock into William's mouth. He had to lightly slap William when he felt teeth on his cock. William opened up more and on command started to suck.
"That's it... yess... suck it slowly. Hold my balls. Yes, stroke my cock as you suck." William did as he was told.
Rick climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom. He came back with some cream. William was made to roll over on to his face and lift his buttocks up as cream was rubbed on his hole. He was too nervous to say anything. Each time he started to comment, he was told to shut up and relax. Rick was not only forceful, but used to getting what he wanted. Rick's cock was slowly pushed into William. In fairness, he took it very gently and William didn't want to miss out on his first ever sex. To that end, he managed to take almost all of Rick's cock and even managed to regain his own erection once Rick started to really fuck him. By now William was up on all fours and Rick was pumping his arse while gripping William's stiff cock as he went.
Rick's climax, when it came was like hot water being poured into William. He could feel the hot liquid pump inside him. It triggered something and he sprayed a jet of cum that was both copious and forceful as it jetted across the room and hit a mirror on the side wall, running down the glass. Rick collapsed off William and with a cursory, "Thanks mate," was in bed and asleep within 5 minutes.
William lay with the sensation of cum slowly oozing out of his battered hole. He went to the bathroom and tidied himself up and then cleaned the room before lying back on the bed where he too, fell asleep.
Two nights later, and without much booze at all, William was stripped and fucked again by Rick. He was slightly bewildered as he had never really looked sexually at another man before, but since he had never looked at a woman sexually either, it was a man who was giving him pleasure at the moment and that was fine for him.
He returned to the Manchester suburbs and didn't see Rick again. The memory of his two encounters with Rick, were indelibly imprinted on his mind and gave him much pleasure in his solo sex sessions. His mind turned back to work, however and he was a teacher by the time he was 23.
By now he had started to look at men. He preferred to look at slightly older and rougher men and had also discovered a park where men met in the toilet and had brief sex. He could go there after school and be finished in about 10 minutes and on his way home. He particularly liked it when men came in and told him to do things or made him do things. One man even pissed in his mouth while he was sucking him. The taste was awful and William gagged as he hadn't expected it, but the though of being forced to do it gave him a few wanks for the following week.
So that was William's life. Few friends outside school, a visit every few weeks for a 10 minute fumble in a toilet, a list of guys who knew he would do whatever they asked and a lot of wanking at home. He was still single and despite this nerdy existence, by the time William was 32, he was actually quite a handsome man. He was articulate in many subjects and good conversationalist, he had filled out and was better proportioned and many of the female teachers had made gentle passes at him, only to be quietly rebuffed. Even males who wanted William to go home with them were rejected. He was happy with his 10 minute fix.
The toilet continued to be used but on one visit, William was shocked to find it closed for redecoration. He was randy and had no idea what else to do. In 1984, knowledge about these things was written on toilet walls rather than the internet. As he quietly panicked, he remembered a scribbled message on the wall about a nearby shopping centre toilet being good and so headed off in search of it. The centre was a neighbourhood one and the toilet block was actually a separate building outside the side entrance. He went in and found it empty. He stood at the urinals but noticed the people coming and going were fathers with children or just people shopping.
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