Growing up in a straight household presented a problem for a budding gay 18 year old. I wanted so much to come out to everyone, but knew my strict religious upbringing would only cause me grief. Besides, with my brother and his many girlfriends hanging around, I was almost primed to follow in his footsteps. Then one day everything seemed to change. My brother had a lot of friends from various walks of life, and he would bring them around the house, working on his cars in the driveway with them, drinking, talking about their latest conquest with a hot girl. One day a black '65 Skylark drove up and stopped at our fence. Out from the car came a tall, dark haired, bearded young man of about 24. He wore a plain white tee, cut off jean shorts and flip flops. His arms were covered with thick dark hair, and the same hair crept from the top of his tee. My brother introduced him to me as Joe, and when Joe took my hand, I couldn't help staring into his deep blue eyes. He smiled back at me and put his arm around me, and gave me a head noogie. He laughed and said, 'Nice to meet you, squirt'. For the next few hours I hung around, just watching him and my brother work on his car, getting sweaty and grimy. When he took off his tee, a thick layer of fur was amassed across his chest from neck to stomach, resembling a carpet. I had to excuse myself into the house, for fear they would see my 'problem'.

I would go walking around the neighborhood when I couldn't sleep sometimes, and on this warm night, I headed towards a small park near my house just to walk and take in the breeze, As I headed towards the park, I heard a voice call out to me. "Hey, squirt!" It was Joe. He lived across the street in a small apartment and he was standing out on his balcony with nothing more than a skimpy pair of black running shorts. "Come on up!". It took me all of 30 seconds to run toward the building and up the stairs where he met me with a beer in his hand.

"Come on in and relax with me a while, squirt. I never get a chance to talk to you much 'cause your brother is such a big mouth", he laughed, He was slightly intoxicated, but I didn't care. Just to be around him filled me with excitement-and desire.

As we sat on the couch, talking, the night wind blowing a cool breeze into the sparsely furnished room, I felt myself getting harder and harder, and tried hard to suppress it. He seemed to catch on, because when I looked at him, he was smiling devilishly. 'You like me, don't you'? I froze, afraid of what to say. He leaned over and pressed his mouth against mine. 'I think you are cute as hell'. With that he slid his tongue inside of my mouth and his hand crept beneath my shirt, feeling the fine hair that had began to appear on my chest.

"You are a youngin, aren't you?' He laughed and pressed his body against mine, undressing me and kissing my body from head to toe. I began to moan in ecstacy as he took my swollen member between his furry lips and sucked greedily, Within moments I felt myself explode and he took every drop of my lifehood.

He stood in front of me, pulled down his shorts, and took his hard member in his hand. 'Ever sucked another guy before, squirt?' I shook my head no, and he smiled again, "Would you like to?" Before he could answer I had the head of his penis in my mouth and began to suck greedily. He moaned loudly and pressed his hand against the back of my neck, shoving the shaft deeply into my throat. I felt his hot spurt in my mouth and I drank it greedily.

He walked me back home, his hand in mine, and kissed me goodnight, "I hope to see you again, squirt." Little did I know that the next day he would get a transfer with his job to Grand Rapids. I never saw him again after that, but the memory of that night will always be a beautiful part of my life. And everytime I see a black '65 Skylark, I look behind the wheel and hope that it is Joe. Just for old times sake.