Posting this in my pro because word length and age problems prevent posting in other subs.

Back when I (M 53 now) was 14, my parents wanted to teach me the "be kind and helpful to others" aspect of life (which so many ppl seem to be lacking anymore). So they said for me to go to my neighbor's house and help him out from time to time. My parents and the neighbors had been friends for years before I was even born, so they (thought they) knew them well. They were an older married couple, around 60 yo, nice, decent, etc. My dad would play horseshoes with him (I'll call him "B") from time to time in the summer. Anyway, I went over there to help B with some chores, moving things, cleaning the yard, etc. One of those days I went there, B asked me to help him move stuff in his basement, so I said "ok" thinking nothing of it at the time.

Get down there and B had part of his basement set up like a mancave before that was actually a thing. Had beer cans lining the "ceiling" of the mancave with Christmas lights lining it too, made for an interesting decoration. No 2 beer cans were the same, and there were about 80 of them. Looked awesome.

B had me help him move some boxes and crates, sweep up a bit, put things back in containers, just straightening up overall. He decides it's break time, and opens a fridge he has down there, gets him a beer and me a Coke. We sit at a bar he built in the mancave, and I'll tell ya... it was set up like a bar. He had three beer taps on the counter (not working only because he didn't have the kegs attached), several bottles of liquor behind it on shelves, had the mirror wall behind those shelves, and a TV in the center of it. The seats were of course, bar seats. Cushioned ones you could spin on. B asked me what I think, and I tell him it looks really cool. Even to this day thinking back on it... it's still cool lol.

I'm looking around and I notice game machines that look like pinball, but aren't. I asked B what those were, and he tells me they're Pachinko machines. An upright pinball if you will. He was restoring them from some yard sales and flea markets he got them at. He said he still had 3 to fix, but had 2 working and said if I wanted to, I could play on those two and let him know if he fixed them right, let him know if anything got stuck/didn't work, etc. One was electric (lights flashing when bonuses were hit), one wasn't. So I go over to them and play the electric one first, tell him all is ok but one light didn't work, and moved on to the 2nd one. I'm playing it, and then I start hearing something behind me...

Weird music and an occasional sound like a moan or something is playing behind me, so I stop playing the machine and turn around. There, on the tv, the cheap music is playing, and a boat scene with 3 couples on it are all having sex. I'm staring at it trying to figure out what the heck I'm seeing. Mind you, I've never even seen a magazine at this point, so what's on the tv has my mind blown. B notices I'm not playing anymore and asks me "Did it break?" I said no, I stopped because I heard something. He asks if I've even seen anything like this (the sex on a boat) before, and I say no. B says sit down and watch awhile. So I go back to the bar, sit down, and watch a bit. I ask B "What is this?" I knew it was sex, but didn't understand how it was playing on the tv. B explains it was Swedish Erotica, porn movies he had on VHS he could play any time he wanted to in his mancave. So I continue to watch, simply mesmerized watching people having sex, and all the body parts visible, juices flowing, cumshots, blowjobs, everything.

B then asks me if I've ever had a beer. I look at him and say "No... I'm 14... How would I get beer?" He said "Get one from the fridge, but don't tell anyone". Tell? Hell nah, beer AND porn? What else could a 14 yo boy want at this age? So I get a beer, sit back down, watch the porn, and enjoy my beer. After a min or two, I start noticing movement to my side where B is sitting.

I look over and there he is, cock in hand, stroking. I felt something within me, but couldn't figure out what it was. Fear? No. Disgust? No. Repulsion? No. It was like I was watching a live action porn, seeing a hard cock getting stroked right in front of me. I kept switching looks from the tv to B stroking, and I noticed how hard I was at all this. Apparently B noticed too because he said "If you want to, you can whip yours out and stroke too" and grabbed a roll of paper towels to set on the bar between us (we were sitting on stools next to each other). So I look at him stroking still, look at the tv in time to see one of the guys blow ropes all over the woman he was railing, and I couldn't take it anymore. I undid my pants, and pulled them and my underwear down to my feet, and started rubbing myself still looking from the tv to B and back. B at this point only had his pants undone enough to stroke, but after he saw me pull my stuff down, he did it too and I got to see his balls and bare legs. So there we are, a 14yo boy, and a 60yo man, sitting on bar stools, having a beer, watching porn, and watching the other stroke. Life is good.

Then, while I'm looking at the tv, all a sudden I feel a hand on my thigh, rubbing slowly, gently. I stopped stroking and looked at B's hand on me, and I looked at him and smiled. It felt good. So I put my hand on his and did the same. Then B moved closer to my balls and started touching them. Perhaps instinctively, I spread my legs farther and turned to him slightly so he could have a better view and angle. He did the same and I played with his balls. Then he grabbed my cock and started stroking. It felt so good I actually moaned a little, and grabbed his cock and started stroking him. He moaned too. At this point, neither of us are watching the tv, it's just on in the background.

We are fully facing each other, both our hands on the others cock and balls, stroking each other. He came first and it shot all over, and something inside me loved it and I immediately came then too. We cleaned up, sat there still with our pants down, finished our beer, watched more of the porn, and finally decided to get dressed and leave before it got "weird" cuz we were down there for about 3 hours. We talked and B was asking if I was ok, freaked out, etc and I said I was fine, and I wasn't gonna say anything because I didn't want either of us getting into trouble (I didn't know a thing about grooming, pedos, SA, statutory, etc) because I had fun. A LOT of fun, and hoped it could happen again. If I got grounded or told I couldn't visit B again, I'da been heartbroken lol. He smiled and said good, and that I could come "help" him anytime I wanted to. He gave me $5 for "helping him" with yardwork and such, so it made it all look good.

I went home and showed my parents the $5, and told them his basement was messy and B would need my help some more to straighten it up, and my parents were fine with that. They never knew the real story.

It was about 2 days before I went back, and B asked why I waited so long. I didn't want to annoy him with coming over ALL the time, I figured he needed time to himself. He said only Mondays he wouldn't be home, he'd be out running errands, but Tues thru Sun were fine to come "help" him. He invited me into the house and I met his wife "S". We talked a bit and she says "I guess he found another slave to clean up his pigsty downstairs" and laughed. B looked at her and said "Yeah yeah", looked at me and said "You should see what she's done with the bathroom" and rolled his eyes. (As I got to know them both, they always made digs at each other and teased. It was the way they loved each other, and it was fun to watch lol)

Turns out "S" was going to bingo with her friends, and will be gone the afternoon and part of the night as she was going to have "girls night" after bingo. B and I have the house to ourselves for hours.

It starts off normal, I'm helping him in the basement moving more stuff, organizing, stocking the fridge with more beer lol. Bout an hour of that and B says "break time". I get him a beer, and me a Coke. He says "Don't be a pussy lol, get your self a beer", so I put the Coke back and grab a beer. We're sitting at the bar drinking, and B asks me if I'm still ok with what happened the other day, of which I said yea, perfectly fine. I asked if we would do anything like that again, and B asks "Did you want to? Don't have to if you don't". I stood up, pulled my shirt off, shoes off, pants and underwear off, and stand there in only my socks and a smile. B says "I guess that's a yes" with a chuckle, and he does the same. This time around, I want to see how much of this I like, so I asked B "Have you done this with other guys my age? Girls my age? What all have you done?" He replied he did do stuff with other guys and girls my age, and a lot more than just hands on. So I asked B to show me some of what he's done, and I'll do the same if I can.

He moved closer and hugs me. Close, running his hands over my back and butt, and I do the same to him. Feels good, I'm ok with this I said (he was a shorter guy, so I was damn near his same height), and then he reached down, and put his cock and mine together in his hands, and rubbed them together for a little bit. At this point I'm thinking to myself "what would porno do?" so I continue to rub his body with my hands, I get to his chest and lightly play with his nipples. Apparently he liked it because he exhaled hard with a muffled moan, and that's when I learned about precum. I thought he came, but it was just his pre leaking out onto my cock, and made everything slippery. And it felt good. At this time I started to precum, which was new to me because until B, I had no sexual experience at all. B rubbed my pre onto his finger... and tasted it. So not wanting to make him sad, I did his that way too. It tasted good.

He then got on his knees and took me in his mouth. It felt like heaven. He didn't stop till I came in his mouth, and he swallowed every drop. I was high lol, felt like it anyway, so I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. It took a minute to figure out what I was doing, but apparently I did it right because he moaned loud, shook, and came violently lol. I didn't like the taste so I had to spit it out, but he was ok with that. He looked at me and said "Are you sure you've never done this before?" I said no, why? He said I was a natural cocksucker, and I said I was just trying to do it like they did in the porn. He said you did damn good.

We stayed in the basement, naked, and finished our beer. I started teasing his dick with my fingers and he said I was headed for trouble. I grabbed his cock and stroked it saying "Am I?" He was hard again, as was I, he grabbed my cock, and we're stroking each other again. I said "This would probably be more comfortable in a bed." He asked "Want to go upstairs? We have the house and bedroom to ourselves." I said yes. We go upstairs and climb into the bed and something inside me snapped. I turned into a whore. I'm acting like a cock-starved slut licking his balls and shaft, rubbing my face all over it, rub my body up it as I kiss and lick my way up his body to his nipples, and I suck them. He's loving this by the sounds he's making. His pre is flowing, my pre is flowing, and I move up so my cock is on his, and start humping his cock with mine. I'm looking in his eyes and did something I've not done to this day since...

I kissed him. Full makeout. Tounges and everything. Kissed him like a long lost lover and he kissed me back the same way. We kissed and humped until he came all over my cock, belly, and his, which made me shiver and cum all over him and myself while still making out.

I looked at him and said "Sorry, idk what came over me, please don't be mad". He smiled and said he wasn't mad, he was actually glad that happened. He felt good knowing I wanted to get that messy with him and kiss him. So I kissed him again, still laying on him, with our cum all over each other, and I was getting hard again. He was a machine because he was getting hard too, so we did the same again. Made out, humped, and came on each other. After that we cleaned up and straightened up the bed, and finished working on the basement cleanup. I asked him if we had time for one more round, he smiled and said "Bed again?" Yes please lol.

Went upstairs to the bedroom and I undressed him as sexy as I could, and he did me the same. We stood there, holding each other, making out again, and this time I layed down first. He crawled over me, kissed me down to my nipples, down my belly, and finally took me in his mouth for a bit. He said not to cum yet because he had something in mind. He stops sucking me, sits up, and asks if I'll stroke myself while he's straddling my legs stroking himself. So I did, watching the pre leak from his cock, looking up into his eyes while I stroke. He says "Shoot it on yourself. I want to see you cum on yourself". So I get close, tell him I'm about to cum, and blow it all over my chin, chest, belly, and that put him over the edge. He blew his load on my chest, belly, and cock. It was hot to see that. He leaned down and kissed me again, I kissed him back, we cleaned up, and that was pretty much it for the 2nd day of sex with B.

We did stuff for several months, hands, mouth, never anal, 69'd a lot. When winter came, and school going on, we didn't do anything. Next spring tho, right back at it lol. First day back at B's, we went into the basement and I gave him time for nothing... I pulled his pants down, took his half hard cock in my mouth, and went at it like I was starving and he was a steak. He came in 10 seconds lmao, almost falling over. He said no one ever did him like that, and after he recovered, he sucked me like no tomorrow.

We did this on and off for a few years, but sadly one year, he got cancer and died. I was devastated. I honestly loved him, and hoped he loved me the same. Every chance I got to be alone with him, I'd kiss him. Suck him. Make him cum. The only man in my life I was actually in love with, and he was gone.

I was 18 by then, and it's honestly the best, most sexy time I've ever had in my life. My first sexual encounter, with another man, and it's made me the bisexual man I am today. I've been with women and men, but never had that same connection since. Kissed a few guys, but didn't "feel" it like I did with B. He was a good friend, and a great lover.