Back in the late 1970s, my cousin owned a small liquor/convenience store on Polk Street near Pine Street in San Francisco. Those who are familiar with that area will recall it was a bit seedy but not dangerous back then. Full of gay clubs, cheap lodging, and lots of young men who had arrived in the city and needed to supplement their income. I worked in a legal aid office and after work, I often hung out with my cousin in the store. My cousin was gay and so we would always scope out the young men on the street.
One evening these two guys waltz in and they are identical in every fashion. They were 18, tall, around 5'11 or 6', lanky build, and blondish hair but a bit shaggy. Both were cute as puppies. They had arrived on the Greyhound Bus that afternoon and were wandering around. They said this was their great adventure before they left home on their "mission". As I recall, their names were Tim and Jason. They had snuck off from home for a week and were looking for adventure. They were also looking for a cheap place to stay. They had not expected prices to be what they were in San Francisco at the time. They hung out a bit with us and my cousin, Sam, ordered a pizza from the place across the street and shared it with them.
Long story short, they seemed like nice kids. I offered to let them crash at my apartment on Post Street for the week. However, I told them out front that I was gay because I did not want any issues when they finally figured that out. They accepted and off we went. They asked me why there were so many young guys hanging out on the street [they were also confused about drag queens]. I explained that a lot of young guys supplemented their incomes by renting out by the hour and this area was where they came looking for clients. They did not say much about that or the drag queens.
We got to the house and they crashed on the living room floor. The next day they went to the store as my cousin had told them that if they helped him shift some inventory around in the basement, he would pay them for their time. I was at the house when one came back about two hours later. The other one was still at the store helping Sam. This kid, [I never did get their names straight so I'll say it was Tim] started laying some pretty obvious hints he was curious about gay things, the usual stuff, what do you do, how does that work, does it hurt etc. We ended up in my room, making out. I started to open his pants and he told me he had never done anything at all with anyone, male or female and he did not want to get pregnant. That kind of blew me away when he said that bit about getting pregnant. He seriously was afraid that if he got fucked, he might get pregnant. [It turned out that neither of these guys had any idea how sex actually worked.] I told him he did not have to worry about getting pregnant because first, I was not going to fuck him and second, he did not have the right plumbing. We did a little more making out and then I taught him how to suck dick which he was initially a bit reluctant to do because precum freaked him out. He was also initially freaked out when I started to rim him but he very quickly decided he liked it and was riding my face with great enthusiasm. Both these guys had nice bodies. They were nicely toned and had average but perpetually hard dicks [oh to be 18 again]. Tim had very sensitive nipples which I took full advantage of. He did get off on me finger banging him while sucking his dick. Once we both had cum and had cleaned up he made me promise that I could not tell his brother anything at all. I promised I would not do so.
The next day he went off with his brother to see the sights. Some hours later Jason comes wandering back and says Tim was at the movie theater on Polk and California but he [Jason] decided he did not want to go. He revealed that he had been helping Sam in the store - bringing up bottles from the basement, stocking the shelves, sweeping etc. However, my horndog cousin had shown Jason the mattress he had in the basement for "parties". Apparently, they had done a few things which knowing my cousin, meant this kid got fucked. Jason said he had enjoyed it but was freaked out. Did this mean he was gay? I told him that I could not answer that question for him. I said he might be gay or might be bi or perhaps was just exploring something different but really preferred women. I told him that time and experience would show him where he fell on the spectrum. He made me promise not to mention anything to his brother because he was sure it would freak his brother out if he knew. I still am amused at how both these guys were doing the same stuff but terrified the other would find out.
Both those guys were really quite sweet, very naive and extremely enthusiastic in bed. They stayed a total of 8 days and then hopped back on the Greyhound to SLC. I never heard from either of them again. My cousin and I had a great time with them. To my knowledge, they never did tell each other what they were doing outside of each other's presence. I often wonder what happened to them, whether they went on their mission, went to school, told each other about what they were doing etc.
