Chapter 1: My first encounter leading to a swinging life

It was a very warm day in July of 1984 and hitchhiking to work at a bowling alley located about 5 miles away from my home. I heard a voice saying “where are you going” as I looked up to the second story window where the voice was coming from, I noticed that it was my Junior year English Teacher Mr. Paul Jones. I stated that I was going to work at Old Town Bowl. He said come on up while I get ready and I’ll give you a lift. Great, I said, and proceeded to walk the stairs up to his apartment. As I entered, he greeted me and said he was happy to see me once again. He offered me a seat on his couch and asked if I’d like a Coke, which I accepted. I’ll call him Paul as I do not wish to reveal his real name. Paul stated that he had to finish getting ready and then he’d drive me to the bowling alley. A few minutes later he returned and sat on the couch with me and we began to talk about graduation, my plans for the future, and when I would begin college. Our conversation went in this direction for about 5 more minutes when he asked me what time I had to be at work. I stated “not for a few more hours” as I was going to bowl a few lines before work started.

Paul was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, and I noticed the tip of his penis was peering out of his shorts pant leg. Paul was about 40 years old, handsome with a good athletic build, and had a very large penis from the look of his tip. I started to feel shocked that his cock was showing through his shorts. He began to ask me about my girlfriends while in school, and if I had gotten lucky with any of them. Not to feel like a dork I told him that I had my share of sex with several of them. I wanted to feel mature and bragged a bit realizing that this was man talk. He became much bolder in his conversation and asked if I had gone down on any of them. I replied that I had, with several of them. The conversation was arousing me thinking about my experiences and started to get an erection. Paul looked down at my crotch area and noticed this, as I was at full length by now. Paul then slid over closer to me and reached for my groin and placed his hand on my cock and began to rub it very gently. I was so horny at this stage that I didn’t object to his touch and allowed him to continue. Paul then stood up, took my hand and then led me to his bedroom. I didn’t object to this at all, though a bit frightened at the time.