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There was no misunderstanding with me about what was going to happen. Bob got up and asked me to move the party over to the bed. In between Bob's shotguns, we continued to thumb through the porn as time passed allowing the weed to work it's magic.īob senses that I'm high and horny from looking at the porn. Shotgun after shotgun, I started feeling the effects of the high fast. Bob continued this alternating between me and my buddy. I had done 'shotgun' many times, but none that were 'kind of sexual'. He turned the joint around with the lit portion inside his mouth, grabbed my face between his hands, spun my head around and got his lips very close to mine as he blew the smoke into my mouth shotgun style. Bob started rolling joints as me and my buddy got comfortable thumbing through our newly acquired porn magazines. We found our seats on the couch with Bob between us. Bob hurried us inside and locked the door behind us. We eventually found a spot and strolled up to Bob's place on foot. We drove up and down the streets of the quarter looking for a parking spot on the street. It was an early weekend morning and the quarter is quiet and still sleeping from the previous night's party. We piled back into the car with our bounty and headed towards Bob's place. Bob told me and my buddy to pick up a few magazines, cigarettes and snacks.
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Back in those days news stands had a porn section. He stopped at a news stand right outside of the quarter. Bob wasn't going straight to his place though. The ride over to the French Quarter was a twenty minute ride. It was just me, my friend and my new older friend. At this point, I wasn't really thinking about what was getting ready to happen. On Saturday morning Bob came to pick us up at our rendezvous point. My buddy told me that he would set everything up for Saturday morning. I asked him about ass fucking and the pain, etc. My buddy told me that for twenty dollars, that I would let Bob fuck me. I questioned him what exactly I would have to do. He explained that Bob had been paying him to regularly have sex. He explained that Bob liked me and wanted to have sex with me. He pulled me to the side and asked if I wanted to make twenty dollars. When we got home, as we were parting ways, my friend wanted to ask me something and was kind of uneasy and nervous asking it. We eventually had to get home so me and my buddy left for our journey back home. He rolled some joints, we passed time talking and listening to music for a few hours as we got high. He piloted tugs along the Mississippi river. I came to find out that Bob was a tugboat captain. He acted younger and liked some of the things that I liked (weed, music and hanging out). He seemed different than the older people out in suburbia. I don't recall his age, but he was in his late thirties or early forties. He was a stout kind of rough man who was starting to bald. Anybody over mid thirties was old to me at the time. We made ourselves at home while Bob got the weed out.īob struck me immediately as a friendly guy, but in an odd sort of way. The wall had two small doors that opened to a balcony overlooking Royal Street. As I stood in the doorway scanning the single room, there was an unmade double bed to the left of me. It was a single room with a small dirty kitchen off to the right side. We knocked on the door and Bob let us in. Would find out that my friend had been here many times before. An outside stairway off the courtyard led to a second floor where there were several apartments. We entered through this locked iron gate which led to a narrow bricked corridor, which ultimately led to an open to the sky courtyard. The French Quarter and these old historical buildings were strange to me. I had never really walked down there and got to experience it up close. Although I had been in the French Quarter many times in my life, it was mostly via car with my parents. Bob, the older man who would soon take my virginity, had been waiting for us. We took a transit bus down to the quarter and walked several blocks through the French Quarter and ended up in front of this door on Royal Street. The beginning of this story unfolds by me tagging along with a friend who was going to visit this older man he knew so we could ultimately smoke some weed. Me and my friends were young and didn't much money, so we had to 'bum weed'. I was young, horny, naive, and was starting to experiment with marijuana. New Orleans is famous for the French Quarter and the gays who live there. We were living in suburbia on the outskirts of New Orleans. I had just turned eighteen and was still living at home with my parents.
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I am a 60 year old male and this is my true coming of age story.