The Making of Jesi : Part 2

A few days later Ben and I headed out to the mountains. When we were about half way there I told him I was excited about getting another shot at a target – hopefully, I would do better today. Ben told me he was sorry to disappoint me but he had not brought the rifle and thought that we might just cruise around to see what we could see. I simply replied, “Okay.” We were both quiet for several miles but my mind was spinning with thoughts related to what I had discovered on the internet. The longer I contemplated the “cruising” the more excited I became.

I wanted to know but was afraid to ask thinking that Ben would label me a pervert – something I believed myself to be! For some reason I recalled something my parents had always encouraged in my development – if there is something you wanted to know you should simply ask but always ask someone who you knew had an expertise in the issue. For several minutes I contemplated the question of whether or not Ben had expertise in this area. Well, there was only one way to find out.

We had just come to the point where the paved road met the turnoff to the picnic areas. I looked over at Ben and said, “Could you pull over here so that we can talk?” I could see in his face that he did really understand the why of the question but he immediately drove to an area under some trees.

“So, what’s up?” Ben asked.

“We have become pretty good friends, haven’t we?”

“Yes, at least I would like to think that we have.” Ben countered.

I went on to ask Ben that if I addressed a question I had would he not be judgmental and, most importantly, keep our conversation secret – especially from Jim. He assured me that he would never say anything we discussed to anyone and he offered his hand so that we could shake on it. Somehow he likened this male to male gesture as his bond. We shook.

Taking a deep breath I began by telling him that I had lied earlier with regard to visiting porn sites on the internet. After approximately 30 minutes I had fully confessed in detail all the types of sites I had been to over the last couple of months including the gay sites. I concluded with the question – “Do you think I am a pervert?”

He replied, “No, I don’t think you are a pervert! It is extremely normal to explore your sexuality – most men and a lot of women surf the net for answers to questions you are currently considering.”

It was as if a huge boulder was lifted off my chest. Great, I thought, pretty much everyone does what I have been doing. I felt so much better as we sat there in silence. This understanding gave me the courage to go on.

I told Ben that I had one more question. Before he could tell me to go ahead and ask I related what I had come to believe about the picnic areas and the men who occupied those pull-outs. “Are they all looking for other guys who drive by for sex?”

Ben responded by saying that before he answered that question there was something I needed to understand. Over the next hour Ben told me that many men cruised because they simply liked the company of other men, were closet bisexuals ( he had to explain what the term “closet” meant), or that they were in a relationship but did not receive the sexual gratification they wanted from their wife or partner. That gratification normally centered on oral sex, anal sex, or both and in some cases the excitement of participating in what many people thought of as taboo sex.

My mine was reeling and just when I thought I had a full understanding of the issue he told me there was more. He told me that usually the men who were parked at the pull-outs were the ones in the categories he had listed. The men who cruised up and down the road were out to provide the sex needed simply because that is what they believed to be their duty. Being there for other men who found shortcomings in their life was somehow a responsibility.

I was so totally blown away by this revelation. It took me several minutes to sort through what I had just been told. Ben was an adult, he came to this area often, he admittedly cruised up and down the road, and he was not married or, as far as I could tell, in a relationship. It is here that I refer you back to Chapter 1 where I was brought up to believe that adults, especially those who had walked the walk, were to be believed. It would be years, in my early 30’s to be exact, before I would conclude that this was, for the most part, bullshit! At least, the part about men feeling it was their duty to provide the service others wanted.

“Okay, that leads me to another question,” I queried. “Just tell me if you want me to stop asking you stuff.”

“It’s okay,” he replied. “Ask all the questions you want.”

I dove right in by asking him if it was my duty (unless of course I believed myself to be in the opposite group) to just walk up to a guy on the street and identify myself as a person who could, say, give him oral sex if he wasn’t getting one at home.

“No, No, No!” Ben interjected, that is not what I meant. We are talking about guys who cruise or hang out in places that are known to be for that purpose. Not everyone is into what takes place in a cruising spot. Matter of fact, it is a small percentage of men that indulge in this sort of behavior. That is not to say that you might meet someone in a bar and during the conversation he might identify himself as someone who needs the type of gratification we are discussing here. Now, and I don’t want to make this too confusing, I need to tell you that some guys come here to simply watch other guys having sex. For this reason, it is best to ask questions about why a guy might be here or what a guy is looking for at that particular time. So, have I answered all the questions you have?”

“I am sure I will have more as I give all that you have told me some consideration. I really need some time to think this through.” I said. He assured me that he had anticipated that and said that if I needed clarification on anything he was just across the street.

“Thank you! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you sharing all this with me. I am sure you think I am really dumb not to have known how this all worked.”

“Honestly,” he replied, “how could you know without someone clarifying the way of things? You are a very smart young man and now you are a great deal smarter.” He said with that smile. That statement made all the difference in how I felt about myself … yes, I was a great deal smarter – well at least, I thought I was.

He looked me in the eye and said, “Now in response to your question at the being of this conversation this is in fact the cruising ground you came to believe it was!”

I now had a raging hard-on but I kept my hands in my lap.

“Okay, and I promise this will be the last question for today.” I hesitated for only a second or two – “What are you?”

Ben laughed, “I was anticipating that question! Because of our friendship I will tell you the truth, I am both!”

Finally, it came to me and I understood, or so I thought I did … the smiles, his pressing up to me on the pretext that he was assisting in my aim and handling of the rifle and showing me the road through the cruising ground. It was all a test to determine if I was open to a sexual encounter!

“I have to ask a question now that you have been educated on the behavior of some men – What are you?”

“I don’t know,” I responded. “It is going to take some time to deal with all I have learned today.”

“Fair enough. But one thing is obvious – you are at the very minimum a voyeur.”

“First off,” I responded,” “What is a voyeur and how do you know I am one?” I asked. He explained the voyeur piece before going on.

“Your interest in sexual videos is nothing more than a voyeuristic behavior.”

“Hmm, then I guess I am one.”

Ben went on for several minutes about how being an exhibitionist and/or voyeur was a tremendous sexual stimuli.

“I have something in mind since we are here and since we have established a beginning understanding of who you might be. Why don’t you climb back in the rear of the vehicle and I will cruise up the road looking for someone who needs my services. You can watch from the back and nobody will see you because of the tinted windows. It will give you something more to think about.”

While I should have said no I could not pass up the opportunity to watch a couple of guys having sex in real life. My cock was about to explode. Without a word I climbed through the space between the seats as I headed for the back of the vehicle. Ben got out of the vehicle and opened the rear door then began to strip his clothes off. First the shirt, then his pants followed by his underwear. I am not sure how much of that was for my benefit but he was the expert so I just stared at his cock as my hand reached for my own.

Ben got into the driver seat and as he pulled back onto the road, he said, “There are towels back there if you want to masturbate at any time.”

I did not respond as I was too busy looking for a towel!

We had driven a couple of miles before Ben pulled the vehicle into a pull-out. He positioned the vehicle so that I could clearly see a table with a guy, who was totally nude, sitting at it. It appeared that he was at best in his late 40’s. He was slowly stroking his cock without, what seemed, a care in the world. Ben approached the man and they spoke with each other for no more than a minute before Ben reached down to stroke his own cock. The man watched and then began stroking his cock much faster. After a short time the man stood to take Ben’s cock in his hand which led Ben to reciprocate.

my big cock was still in my hand and I began to pound it for all it was worth – my eyes never leaving the spectacle in front of me. I nearly exploded as I watched them simultaneously start tweaking each other’s nipples all the while continuing to grope the other’s cock. I was in the middle of a tremendous orgasm when they moved to the table … the younger man laying out on the tabletop and Ben moving up and over him in such a manner that their mouths were hovering just over the others’ cock. Before I knew what was happening they both had the others’ cock in their respective mouths.

The cock sucking began in earnest and while the other man could only seem to get 4 or 5 inches of Ben’s cut cock in his mouth Ben, on the other hand, did not seem to have any trouble getting all of the other man’s six and a half inch cock in his. For more than five or six minutes they each pounded away at the respective cock in their mouth. I waited for them to climax, surprisingly for the first time, I got another hard-on after having an orgasm. Finally, they both increased the rapidity of their attack on each other’s cock by sliding as much as they could take into each other’s mouth. I knew they were coming when the younger man arched his back as in an effort to plunge his cock down Ben’s throat. I was even more shocked when it appeared they were coming in each other’s mouth.

Ben got off the man and they spoke for a minute. I lost all interest in them at that point as I concentrated on my own rigid cock. Because I was so engrossed in my cock I did not realize that Ben had returned to the vehicle until he opened the rear gate door. There I sat with my totally hard cock in my hand and a goofy look on my face.

“Oh my gosh!” Ben exclaimed. “That is one hell of a cock you have Jess. How the fuck long is that thing?”

“I have no idea,” I replied.

Ben grabbed a towel to wipe away some of the come on his chin. He walked around to the front passenger door of the vehicle and retrieved something out of the glove box. He returned to where I was sitting and I could see he had a tape measure in his hand. I did not know what to do but he seemed to know. He pulled out the tape, took my cock in his hand (I jumped as he touched my cock) and then measured the length of my rigid member.

“Wow! That is a 7” cut cock. I bet when fully erect it must be 7 ½” at the minimum. Wow - that is all I can say other than you are going to make a lot of people happy.”

Little did he know how right his statement would become!