My First Experience..... An 18 year old Boy, the Back Seat of a Car, and the Club Barman

By Tosh Turner

He didn't like the idea at all but it was his 18th birthday and his mates insisted in dragging him round the bars and clubs to try and get him laid; his first time. They are his college pals; all straight, hard living, heavy drinking, girl chasers who are treating this all as a big joke. Tony is the odd man out; gay, shy, virginal, and reluctant to be the standing joke for the night.

But they get their way and eventually end up in a gay pickup bar where Tony does he best to side step away from his group, only to be picked up by the barman, an older, tattooed hunk who sets the fire burning in the young guy's belly; he can't resist. They agree to meet outside after the barman's shift ends. The offer is made, take it or leave it – Does he?

Detailed, hard and explicit 'first time, man and boy sex' perfectly written by best-selling author, Tosh Turner to arouse and satisfy. Strictly aimed at broadminded adults and over 18's only. Looking for something special? Something that won't disappoint? You just found it!  One handed reading guaranteed. Scroll down to order now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Nov 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393301301

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My First Experience.....

An 18 year old Boy, the Back Seat of a Car, and the Club Barman

For as long as I can remember I've always been ‘timid Tony’, the boy who stands in the background, the one who is content to sit in the corner and watch the party crowd living it up rather than jumping in and being a big noise. That’s just how I am. I always prefer to watch what’s happening rather than being the centre of attention; I suppose you could say I’m quite shy in that respect.

And that also applied when it came to my birthday; I would rather have sat at home watching TV than go out and get drunk in a bar somewhere and suffer an evening of friends, and strangers, coming up to me and congratulating me. Congratulations, you're a year older! It wasn't really such a big deal to me; okay I just turned eighteen years of age and now I’m classed as an adult. So what difference does that make?

But my friends, on the other hand, seemed to think that turning eighteen was something to be celebrated. I could now buy cigarettes and drink booze and it would be legal, they said; yes, for the first time in my life I could get drunk and no one could stop me. Great. I didn't really see that as something to celebrate. My friends all seemed to think it was though.

And that's pretty much how I ended up being driven half an hour into town with my best friend, John, with the intention of going into a club and getting blind, steamboat drunk, or shit-faced as he described it; good job my parents were away for the week, that would give me plenty of time to recover and get back to my normal self.

He’d pushed a fake I.D. in my hand so I could get in; apparently even being eighteen still meant that I needed I.D. to get in any club like the one he wanted to take me, and mine obviously hadn’t turned up yet. But fake or not, it worked fine and we pushed inside, into the steamy, smokey, crowded room and made our way up to the bar to get a drink.

Hey, C’mon kiddo, he said as he ordered and pushed another glass of weird tasting alcohol into my hand; some strange mix of different spirits, with ice and lemon. It tasted like rat’s piss but I had to drink it to keep him happy.

I didn't know how many shots I'd had by that point but it was enough to make the room start to spin whenever I looked around too quickly.  But so far getting drunk had not been a bad experience at all, much better than I’d imagined; I quite enjoyed the buzz. But before that night the only booze I’d ever tried had been a sip of dad’s port and brandy at Christmas time.

Kiddo, Tony, he said again, I got a brilliant idea

I was worried, especially when all my other friends who had just arrived, crowded round to hear what he had to say. A brilliant idea from my friends usually meant doing something crazy like streaking down High street in the middle of the afternoon or sneaking into the school toilets and replacing all the toilet paper with sandpaper. My friends were not the ‘brilliant idea’ types, especially John. That’s why I was worried.

What is it? This latest brain storm? I quizzed, my brain not functioning too well from all the alcohol I’d put away. It didn't matter what it was. I would probably do it anyway because it was my birthday which meant my friends were in control and I was there to provide the amusement..

We're gonna get you laid!

I just smiled; I knew it was a bad idea from the moment