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Awakening Terry – a Gay First Time Sex Story

26 June, 2017 (11:57) | Bisexual Sex Hookups, Gay Stories | By: Gay Adult Stories

by xperthands (xperthands52@yahoo.com)

***

A horny, straight young man accepts a blow job while
hitch-hiking. Then he returns the favor, which awakens
a love of giving oral. After telling his girlfriend
turns her on and he loses his virginity to her. (MM,
MF, 1st-gay-expr, oral, true)

***

It had been a long day, and it was just Monday. Mom was
running late and couldn’t drop me off at school, so I
had to hitch-hike two miles from her office at the
corner of Petit and Ventura back to Crespi High School,
where I was a senior.

Back in 1971 you could still hitch-hike somewhat safely
in the San Fernando Valley and you met all kinds of
people that way. That day a political reactionary gave
me a ride, telling me all about these huge government
conspiracies or some dumb thing, but at least he
dropped me off right in Ralph’s parking lot, so I was
able to get to homeroom on time. I hoped the parts for
my car would be at work when I got there.

After school, I hitched to my job, back at the Mobil on
Hayvenhurst and Ventura. The guy who gave me a ride
told me to look in the glove box. There was some porn
book there showing some guy with a two-foot long dick
with a woman lowering herself on it. It made me sick. I
put it back.

“You hard already?” the driver asked.

“Huh?” I had no clue what he meant.

“Maybe we could get together sometime, I have lots of
better books.”

“Sure, but I work till ten.” The time was right, but I
didn’t want to hang out with him, I didn’t even know
him.

“You work every day?”

“Nah, Sundays through Thursdays during school.”

“Maybe I’ll drop by some time.”

“Sure, well here it is.” I didn’t want him to know I
didn’t go on duty for another two hours, he might want
me to look at that book again. I hopped out as soon as
his truck stopped.

My parts hadn’t arrived so I couldn’t fix my car, and
it meant that I was thumbing it for another week.
Instead I did my homework until I was due to start, it
wasn’t long until I graduated, so the homework load
wasn’t too bad and I got it all done easily.

Around eight my girlfriend, Ann, drove in and parked in
the spot that meant she wanted to make out. Since we
weren’t very busy, I asked Mark to cover for me for a
little while. When I climbed into her car she nearly
attacked me as we started kissing and petting.

After a few minutes of massaging her boobs under her
blouse, she started breathing really hard, so I slid my
hand into her panties and started finger-fucking her
with my middle and ring fingers while I gently rubbed
her clit with my thumb. She must have been really
horny, because only a couple of minutes of that she
started cumming.

“Damn you’re good at that!” she gasped when she got
control of herself again.

“You taught me how to do it.” I was really pleased at
her reaction. We had only gone to third base three
weeks before and now she came every time we did it–
sometimes she came more than once if I let her clit
rest for a while afterward.

“Yeah, but you listened.” She punched me as she said
that.

“Well, I like making you happy.”

“Looks like you have quite the boner there. Do you need
to jack-off?”

“I’ll take care of it when I get home.”

“Maybe Friday we’ll go all the way.” She was looking
right into my eyes as she said it. It made my cock get
even harder. I wasn’t going to be a virgin any more!
Well… maybe, she had said things like that before and
when it came down to it, she had asked me to wait.

“If that’s what you want. I’ll get a rubber.” I had no
idea how I was going to do that, but it was probably my
responsibility.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it.” How
long had she been planning this? And why hadn’t I
figured it out? Maybe she was serious, but who knew?

At ten I locked up the service station and called in
the numbers. Then I walked across Hayvenhurst and stuck
out my thumb. Almost immediately a hippy-looking woman
pulled over.

“Thanks, I appreciate it!” I jumped in.

“Where you headed?” She was wearing a halter-top with
no bra. Maybe she was into free love…

“Canoga Park, Fallbrook and Sherman Way.”

“I’m only going to Reseda, but I could drop you off at
the freeway.”

“That’d be outasight.” She turned up the eight-track,
and off we went, oh well, Ann and I might be doing it
on Friday… It wasn’t long until we were at Reseda and
the freeway, I thanked her and crossed the street to
the onramp.

Again my luck was great, a light yellow 67 Falcon came
down the off ramp, right across Reseda, and stopped for
me to get in. It was a guy in his early 30s, old. But
that was fine, as long as he didn’t want me to look at
any gross books.

“Hop in, where ya headed?”

“Down to the Shoup off ramp, if you’re going that far.”

“Sure, it’s right on my way, but I don’t know that off
ramp, can I get back on?”

“The onramp is about a half mile down Ventura, I’m
going down Fallbrook, so I can point it out to you when
I get out.”

We talked about all sorts of things on the freeway, he
found out I was 18, I went to an all boys’ high school,
I was on the swim team, I lived with my mom and sisters
as the only male in the house, where and when I worked,
what my hobbies and interests were. He was a really
nice guy. Interested in me.

As we got to Topanga Canyon I said, “It’s the next off
ramp.

You have to turn right at the bottom.”

“Okay.” He got off the freeway and turned onto Ventura.

“The second light is Fallbrook, if you drop me off
there, the onramp is a couple of blocks past on the
left.”

“It’s been nice talking with you.”

“Yeah, I really appreciate the ride, and it was cool
talking to you, too.”

“Maybe I’ll see you hitching again.”

“That’d be great!” I meant it.

My luck seemed to run out, I stood at the corner for
about 10 minutes and few cars came by, and none even
seemed to notice me. Until a light yellow 67 Falcon
pulled over, it was my friend that dropped me there!

As I walked up to the door, he leaned over and asked,
somewhat nervously, “How’d you like a nice…blowjob?”

I had never had a blowjob, and I was horny from Ann
earlier, so I shrugged and said, “Why not?” It never
even occurred to me that this was queer sex. (“Gay” had
not been coined as a term in those days.) I was going
to get a blow job!

When I got in he said, “Is there a place we could go?”

About 3 blocks north of Ventura there was a quiet
little street with no lights on it that Ann and I used
for our petting sessions. I told him where to turn and
pointed out where I liked to park.

When he stopped the car I didn’t have any idea what I
should do, so I sat wedged between the passenger door
and the bench seat. Good thing he knew what to do. He
slid over a little and started undoing my belt and
pants.

My cock had been hard since I sat down and his working
on my fasteners just made it better. He was delighted.

“You’re excited about this!”

“Yeah,” I kind of just breathed the answer. All the
blood was not in my head, someone was playing around
near my cock!

When he started to pull down my pants and briefs
(Penny’s white), I lifted up so that he could get them
out from under my ass and down to my knees. The fresh
air felt so great on my throbbing dick. As he bent down
to start sucking me, I slid down on the vinyl seat so
that he would have more access.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Up until then, I
had only cum from jacking off, and Ann had only handled
my penis directly a couple of times, but hands, sheets
and the like were nothing compared to a warm, wet mouth
with an expert tongue and good suction. I groaned and
leaned my head back on the door. He laughed a little
around my prick head and the vibrations made me groan
again.

After a few minutes of this, I started feeling guilty
for experiencing so much pleasure (that’s years of
Catholic schooling speaking there.) I’ve always felt
more comfortable giving pleasure, so as he was bobbing
up and down on my cock.

I started feeling around for his cock. As soon as I
did, he sat up, leaned back and started undoing his
pants. The minute his dick was out, I thought, “What
the hell?” and bent over to start sucking him.

This was not my first blowjob to give, I used to
regularly suck off the next-door neighbor’s poodle when
I was babysitting over there, so I already knew some
things to do, though, of course this guy’s cock was
quite a bit thicker than the poodle, it wasn’t really
any longer, it just barely hit the back of my throat
when I went all the way down on it. The poodle had
gotten me used to the gag reflex, so that wasn’t a
problem for me with this guy either. He evidently
really liked what I was doing, based on his comments,
groans and writhing hips. This was the best! I loved
sucking that dick. It was the most exciting thing I had
ever experienced.

After about 5 minutes of this he said, “Where can we go
to 69?”

I had no idea what 69 was, but I sat up and told him
about a field next to the freeway that doesn’t have
anything around it. So he started the car and drove us,
cocks hanging out, over to that field which is just
south of Ventura, up a little hill just off Fallbrook.
No one ever goes up there even to this day. When I
lived in that neighborhood I used to walk up there just
to be alone and think.

When we got there, before we got out of the car, he put
an arm around me and slid his left hand under my shirt
to start playing with my nipples. Now I knew why Ann
got so horny when I played with her tits. I would never
feel guilty again for getting to second, it was better
for the girl than the guy! It also started my life-long
enjoyment of nipple play.

Then he did something totally gross, he leaned over and
kissed me! And he tried to slip his tongue in! Yuck!
I’ll suck your cock, but keep your nasty mouth away
from mine!

He immediately knew that I didn’t like that, so he quit
and said, “You’re not into that. Okay, let’s get out
and 69 then.”

He opened my door, and I kind of rolled out onto my
knees (my briefs were wrapped around them so I didn’t
have much freedom of movement). When I got there I
didn’t know what to do, so I just knelt there, waiting
for him to show me what to do.

I guess he thought I wanted to do something else,
because he said, “Oh you want to…” and knelt in front
of me, rubbing his cock against mine. When I didn’t
respond to that, he got the clue that I was just horny
and confused, so he told me to lie down there on my
side. Then he lay down kind of opposite to me, his head
near my dick and his cock near my mouth. I wanted that
dick in my mouth again, so I just inhaled it. He then
latched onto mine too. This was pretty amazing, I was
getting suck a dick while having mine sucked too. The
good feelings on my penis added to the great
psychological feeling of sucking him. I really started
devouring his prick.

I guess I kind of distracted him, his sucking and
tonguing definitely slowed down, but he started really
fucking my mouth, thrusting really hard, bottoming out
in the back of my throat with every shove. This just
got me more excited. I was in heaven driving this guy
to distraction, so I worked harder, swirling my tongue
as he pulled back and sucking him down hard as he
pushed forward.

After just a few more shoves, his cock got thicker and
he shoved forward really hard, and then I felt his cum
hitting the back of my throat. It caught me completely
by surprise and of course, the swallow reflex took over
and before I knew it, I swallowed his whole load,
except for a couple of drops that I tasted on his way
out. How embarrassing to eat cum. I was so afraid that
he would think I was a pervert for swallowing his jism
that I was just mortified. There wasn’t much to taste,
but it wasn’t bad; however, it did feel a little funny
in my mouth.

He sat up and said, “What did you do with it?”

I lied, “I spit it out.” Just leave me alone, I’m a
pervert who eats cum.

He had to push me, “Where?” Just let it drop.

I pointed to the dirt, “There.” What are you, sick? You
want to see your spunk?

“Lie back, I’ll suck you off now.”

It would have been better if I could have just gone
home then. I would have asked for his number and called
him the next day. I even said, “That’s okay, you don’t
have to.”

But he insisted. He started sucking me, and it felt
okay, but I would never have cum without really
concentrating on it and really tightening my ass. And
when I came, the guilt of 13 years of Catholic
schooling and a mother who yelled at me when I seemed
too sensual swept over me. I wanted to crawl into a
hole and hide. Orgasms were supposed to be in the
privacy of my bed or shower… But I did notice that he
swallowed every last drop of my cum, so I felt a little
less like a perv for swallowing his load.

He wanted to take me home but I didn’t want him to know
exactly where I lived; however I did let him drive me
to within 2 blocks of my house where I could walk home
down the storm channels and get into my yard without
being seen from the street. All the way to dropping me
off he made a bunch of comments about how once a guy
has cock, pussy is never good enough again. And that
time was on his side for us to do this again. And how I
was such a good cock-sucker that I was born queer. It
just made me feel sick. I liked girls. I wanted to keep
liking girls. I did enjoy sucking him, but I didn’t
much care for being sucked. I must be really weird.

When I jacked off that night and the next two nights
and mornings, I found myself thinking about eating that
meat.

Those were great orgasms, but somewhat disturbing. I
also thought about that giant cock I had seen in the
book in the weirdo’s truck and how it would be to suck
that monster. If I could just look at that book again.

On Thursday my friend drove into the gas station, but I
sent Mark to pump his gas. I had no desire to see him
again. That was the last time I ever saw him. I wasn’t
queer. Ann turned me on. I sucked a cock, sure, but
guys didn’t thrill me, no matter how horny it made me
to remember how it felt to suck a man’s cock…

If it hadn’t been for Ann’s reaction and the events of
the next week, I would never have tried cock again.
Thanks, Ann. Friday night when Ann and I got together,
my guilt got the better of me and I told her about me
giving and getting a blowjob. Her reaction blew me
away.

All of a sudden she got hotter than I had ever seen
her, she started clawing at my belt buckle and zipper.
I, of course, helped her out and before long my pants
were down, her panties were off and I wasn’t a virgin
any more. She kept asking me details about how sucking
a guy’s cock felt and how it felt to have him suck me.
I don’t know how many times she came, but it was a lot.

After I came and we started calming down she asked me
if she could maybe watch me suck off a cock again. At
that point, my guilt for cumming in and because of her,
plus my terror of her being pregnant (she was so
excited we forgot the condom) I just said, “Okay, but I
don’t know how that’s ever going to happen.”

She just smiled and said, “Who knows? You could have a
chance really soon now.”

***

The next day she came into the gas station as I was
getting my car finished (64-1/2 Mustang–the parts
finally came in–I wasn’t on duty, but it was sure
convenient for working). “We’re doubling tonight with
Sherry.” Sherry was a friend of hers who was a well-
known prick-tease. She liked to get guys all horny and
then put the brakes on, getting off on knowing that
they’d be thinking of her as they were jacking off that
night. I didn’t like Sherry, but I didn’t care that
much, it wouldn’t be me being led on, and jacking off
never bothered me anyway. I wondered who the poor chump
would be that Sherry would be torturing.

That night I drove over to Ann’s house, we took her
dad’s Merc and then headed out to pick up Sherry, and
then her date, Jim. Ann and Sherry went to Louisville,
a girl’s school and Jim went to Chaminade, another
boy’s school. It seemed weird, but all the girls wanted
to do was find a place to “park”.

Both girls got going pretty quickly, and Ann came at
least 3 times. I don’t know if Sherry came at all, or
how many times, but she was really noisy in the back
seat, until all of a sudden she screamed, “Ugh! That’s
so gross!” Evidently Jim had opened his pants and had
put her hand on his cock. Whatever, the date was over,
Sherry had gotten her victim sufficiently worked up and
now she was ready to dump him, boner in hand.

Sherry insisted we drop her off first, and then Ann
said, “Why don’t you take Jim home in your car, give me
a call when you get home.” Shit! It was only 9 and I
was on the way home.

When we got into my car and started driving away, Jim
opened his pants and pulled out his pecker, and started
to rub it. I started getting hard again as he did that,
but I froze when he said, “So where are you going to
give me my blowjob?”

“What?” I had wondered what sucking that cock might be
like, it was a lot longer than my friend from the other
night, but how did he know?

“Sherry got me all worked up and I’m not a jack-off.
Ann said this would happen and that you’d be okay with
finishing me off.”

“She what?” Now I knew what the smile last night had
been for. I didn’t want a Chaminade guy thinking I was
a cock-sucker. Things like that can come back to haunt
you. But at the same time I was learning something
about myself, boners are like a magnet to me. If I see
one, it is almost impossible for me to keep my mouth
off it. I would later find that size doesn’t matter to
me, either.

“I got a hard-on and someone has to get me off. It was
Ann or you, you win.” He didn’t seem at all pleasant,
but that raging dick was calling me–so sucking him
would take care of two problems, his anger and my lust.

“Okay, I guess we can park in Chaminade’s parking lot
and I’ll blow you there.” It was just around the corner
from where he lived and on Saturday night there would
be no one there.

I pulled into the lot and over near the baseball
diamond. We got out of the car and Jim sat on the end
of foot well of the third level, leaning back a bit,
his cock pointing straight up. I walked over, grabbed a
hold by the base and started working him into my mouth.
As I said, he was quite a bit longer than the man a few
nights before, so when he hit the back of my throat,
there were still about 3 more inches of cock when he
hit the back of my throat.

This was before “Deep Throat” was released, and this
was only my second BJ, so I had no idea what to do, but
I knew that I would want to bottom out if I were in his
shoes, so I tried moving around so that there was more
room in my mouth. As I did, Jim thrust at the same time
that I swallowed, and suddenly his cock head was down
my esophagus and my nose was in his pubes. What a rush!
I nearly came right there when Jim moaned, “Oh god, no
one’s ever taken all of me in their mouth.”

I could tell he was in heaven, so I started really
working him. As I bobbed up, I would swirl around his
shaft with my tongue. When only the head was in, I
sucked really hard and tried to drive my tongue into
his pee hole. Then I shoved down on him all the way to
the bottom.

With my right hand I started tickling his balls, with
my left hand I was playing with his pubes above his
dick. It probably only took about three or four thrusts
and he started to cum. Jim grabbed my head and held it
down on his cock until he was done spurting. Of course,
every spurt caused me to swallow, and that motion on
his cock head caused his whole body to spasm while he
started yelling, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I never felt better in my whole life than I did at that
point. I just loved sucking dick! There was such a rush
causing so much pleasure in someone. I felt all-
powerful.

We silently got back in the car, I dropped him off and
went home. When I got there, I called Ann, “So I’d be
okay finishing him off?”

“So did you?” She sounded so eager.

“Yeah. It was far out. I gotta go jack-off.”

“Why don’t you come over here instead.” That sounded
really good.

“I’m on my way, this time let’s use a rubber.”

“You dildo, I’m taking birth control for my acne.” Oh
right. Like I was supposed to know that.

I got over there as fast as I could, we hopped her back
fence and got onto the ice plant planted on the hill,
under a bush. She had me lie down while she straddled
me. Then she had me give a detailed description of what
happened while she fucked me for my second time. We had
to be quiet so that her family and the neighbors didn’t
hear us, but she probably came another 4 or 5 times
before I finally did. This time my guilt wasn’t nearly
as bad as last night, and I could actually lie there
and talk with her afterward.

“Next time we’ll have you suck him after we drop Sherry
off so I can watch.”

“Won’t that freak him out?” She had this planned.

“Nah, he’s looking forward to it.” She had planned this
far ahead? I made a note there to never mess with this
woman.

“Are you sure there will be a next time?”

“Oh yeah, he called while you were on your way over.
You’re the best cock-sucker he’s ever had. And Sherry
loves how mad he got when she shut him down. She’d love
to tease him again. Of course, she thinks he beat his
own meat tonight. She’d freak if she knew he already
knew he would get a BJ.”

“You talked to her too?”

“Girls always talk after a double date. She wanted to
know if her breaking it up was giving you blue balls
too. I played it up humongous. The last thing she said
was, ‘Good, two birds with one stone.'” I really
thought Sherry was a bitch, but this night had turned
out just fine.

“So when we gonna go again?”

“Look at you, getting all hard again, thinking about
sucking on Jim’s dick!” I felt a little ashamed, but
she was dead on.

“I like the reward I get from you.” It was a lie, but
only a half lie.

“Bullshit. But I think we can do it tomorrow after you
get off work.”

“So pick you up at 7?”

“You close at 7. I’ll come down there, with Jim and
Sherry.”

“Sounds good. Maybe we’ll just pull your dad’s car into
the bay and raise it on the lift. That way we won’t
have to worry about being seen in the light.” Since the
sun didn’t set till around 8:30, we could get started
earlier on a school night.

“Well we better go in before my dad comes looking for
me.”

***

That night I jacked off 2 times, both of them thinking
about Jim’s prick going down my throat. The next day at
work I could hardly focus, I was going to suck on Jim’s
pecker again.

Ann drove up at 10 till seven, I directed her onto the
rack, closed the bay doors, powered down the lights and
pumps and sent Ernesto home. I raised the car and left
it there while I got my numbers called in, while I was
doing that, I could hear that Jim was getting Sherry
going, and she was making a huge racket, what with the
doors all closed. When I got done, I moved the ladder
over and climbed into the passenger side of the Merc.

“Hey babe, these guys are making me horny, work your
magic fingers.” I was happy to oblige, but with how
things were going in the back, and Jim’s lack of
patience, I didn’t think we would have much time.

I had barely brought Ann to her first climax when I
could tell that Jim was taking his pants down. I
wondered what Sherry would do, she had to know that I
couldn’t have blue balls yet, it hadn’t been long
enough, would she be happy with just one frustrated guy
after last night?

I guess she decided to give me a chance to get all
worked up because I heard Jim start moaning, “Oh yeah,
baby, that feels so good.” She was giving him a hand
job, but evidently not a great one, since Jim kept
telling her to go harder or softer or faster or slower
or whatever… She was learning a more direct way of
teasing.

After about 15 minutes, she suddenly screamed, “Get off
me!” Evidently Jim was trying to roll on top of her to
hump her or fuck her and she was having none of that!

Sure enough, she wanted to go home, so I climbed down,
lowered the car, opened the bay doors while Ann backed
the Merc out. I then locked up and we drove Sherry
home. Jim acted really pissed and started complaining
of blue balls all the way there. Sherry just said,
“You’ve got a hand, use it.” What a heartless bitch!
But I didn’t mind, Jim’s shaft would be in my mouth as
a result.

As Ann had orchestrated it, Jim wanted his blow job
right away, so we went back to the station and parked
around back where the cars in for repairs were parked.
I climbed into the back seat with Jim. This time, I
opened his pants, pulled them down and freed his
throbbing boner. I grabbed it with my left hand, moving
his bulb to my lips. I licked around the head, while I
squeezed the bottom of his shaft really hard with my
left hand.

I started playing with the hairs of his belly with my
right hand. He collapsed against the right side door as
the pleasure became too much for him to deal with. I
started working his cock into my mouth bit by bit,
bobbing up and down, getting closer to my hand, pushing
down with my hand as I went up with my mouth and vice-
versa. All he could do was groan. He was totally in my
power. I could ask him for anything I wanted at that
point and he would have given it to me. Of course, all
I really wanted was to get his jism down my throat.

After a while, I decided to have mercy, I released my
hold on his shaft and buried his cock in my mouth. With
that he started to thrust really hard. For a while I
tried to time my movements to match his thrusts, but
pretty soon, he grabbed my head and started fucking my
face with a passion I have never seen before or since.
Then he came, but this time I pulled back far enough so
that I could catch the last few squirts. This was
enough to taste, again, it was fine. Different than the
other guy’s, but the same weird feeling on my tongue.

Ann in the meantime had been watching very intently,
she seemed almost hypnotized by what she had seen. All
the way to Jim’s she kept repeating, “That was the most
amazing thing I ever saw!”

When we let Jim out, she turned to me and said, “I want
to suck you.”

“Okay.” I didn’t know what to expect, after all how
could a girl know what to do, even if she had just
watched two guys?

It turned out I was right. She was not nearly as good
as the man earlier that week, but what she lacked in
skill she made up for in enthusiasm and focus. But just
like that other night, I had to decided to orgasm and
force it by clenching my ass before I could cum. It
turns out that I usually can’t cum from receiving oral
sex unless I decide to cum and force it. Only once in
my life have I ever given it up freely from being
sucked off.

We went out with Jim and Sherry 4 more times with me
sucking Jim each time in the next 2 weeks, but Sherry
giving Jim that hand job Sunday night flipped a switch
in her head and she got closer and closer to relieving
Jim herself, until on the 5th time after that, she
decided to go all the way with him and then he didn’t
need my services any more. Although that was not the
last time I sucked Jim’s dick.

When the Jim well dried up, Ann and I drifted apart,
but I soon found out about just how much of a cock-
sucking slut I really am.

My car broke down again a few weeks later and I was
hitching to work again, when the weirdo with the porn
in his glove box picked me up again. He didn’t
recognize me, but I did him. It had been a few weeks
since I had sucked a cock, and I was hungry, so I said,
“I’ve got 2 hours before work, you still got porn in
your glove box?”

“You bet, why don’t we go over to my apartment and look
at it together?” He looked a little nervous at that.

“Only if you’ll let me suck your cock.” Now he nearly
drove off the road.

“Hell, yeah.” His apartment was about 1/2 mile from my
station, so we went there. What a pig sty. There was
porn of all kinds all around, a lot of it had received
some loads of sperm, so it was all wrinkled. That was a
little gross, but I had to have dick. I immediately
dropped to my knees and started opening his pants. He
seemed a little bashful about me doing that, at first I
didn’t know why, but when I got them open,

I understood, he had the smallest dick I have ever
seen, even to this day. It didn’t matter to me, I
wanted to see him squirm as I sucked on it. I like
driving the guy over the top, no matter what his size.
I started working on him there in his front room.
Watching his reactions, I learned a technique for small
dicks, I took everything in, dick, balls and all. I ran
my tongue up and down the finger-sized shaft, around
the marble-sized head, lightly over his hazelnut balls
and all the way to the perineum.

As I backed off I was very gentle on his balls, but
clamping down hard on his shaft with my lips, sucking
to fight his withdrawal, while pushing on his knoblet
with my flickering tongue. Then I would oh-so-slowly
let him back in so that it would feel to him that his
cock was longer than the 3 inches that it was. When my
lips hit his balls, I’d open up slam him in, closing my
lips around them as he hit home.

He started to back up, trying to get to a seat, but I
grabbed him by the buns and held him there. I was a lot
stronger than him, so he wasn’t going anywhere. As I
held his buns, I started caressing them and running my
fingers over the hair on his ass-crack. In about 5
minutes, he came in my mouth. Since his dick was so
short, it all landed on my tongue.

The best part of the whole thing was that his knees
completely buckled. He nearly passed out! That is still
amongst the top 5 BJs I have ever given. I came right
there in my pants as he collapsed on me. I love it when
the target of my work loses control like that. And that
kind of orgasm didn’t make me feel guilty at all, it
was from giving pleasure, not from getting it.

He started dropping by the station about twice a week
at closing time to get a little action from me. He was
always very responsive and his orgasms were very
powerful. I love that in a man. He also introduced me
to my favorite cock of all time.

***

One night, after I had closed, as I was walking to my
car, a brand new Lincoln pulled into the station. The
driver was about 50 years old, well-dressed–a business
man who was used to people following his orders. He
drove over to me, lowered the passenger window and
quietly said, “Get in.”

I don’t know why, but I did not feel I could disobey
that quiet order. I opened the door and sat down.
“Ronnie says you give the best head in town.”

“I don’t know about that, but I like to suck cock.”

I mean, LA is a BIG town…

“Good, suck me.” He turned slightly in the seat so I
opened his slacks and fished his penis out through his
boxers. It was totally limp–I hadn’t ever played with
a limp one before. As I began handling it, as I started
to lick and suck on it, it began to awaken. I now had
another new experience, I had never caused an erection
from scratch before.

After I got him hard, I discovered that he was shorter
than Jim, but thicker, he probably only went about 2
inches down my throat. It was a little hard to breathe
when he was all the way in, but he had a very
responsive dick, it was also my first uncut cock, and
it was a lot of fun learning how to play with the
foreskin.

After about 10 minutes, he came a relatively small
amount, but there was just a wave of warmth that flowed
over me that I had pleased this man. I wanted to do
what he wanted me to, I wanted him to be happy with me.
Something about him just made me his to command.

“Ronnie was right. I’m in town every six weeks for 3
nights. When I’m coming in, my secretary will phone you
and tell you when and where you are to meet me. Give me
your home number and the number here.” There was no
doubt that I would give him my numbers. If my
appointment with him was during work hours, I knew I
would get a sub so that I could please this man. For
the next 2 years I was at his beck and call. When I
tasted his spunk, it was almost sweet. He smelled so
great. I have always had a thing for middle-aged men
ever since.

When he quit traveling to LA for his business I had a
bad experience (later on) and began to lose interest in
sucking dick. After that I started having sex just with
women, eventually marrying about 7 years later. But
about 10 years after this (3 years after getting
married) I ran into this man again in another town. He
immediately recognized me.

“Hello, Terry.” What a mind, to remember my name after
10 years. And what a thrill that he still knew me!

“How are you? Do you ever travel to LA any more?”

What do you say to someone from the past?

“From time to time. You moved out at least 6 years
ago.” I was ecstatic that he had tried to reach me when
he came back. There was no other way for him to know.

“About 8. You have someone in this town?”

“You. My room is 412, be there this evening at 7.” It
was wonderful. At 60+ it was a bit more work to get him
up and his volume was even lower, but the same old
feelings came back. I am not romantically drawn to men,
I just lust after their cocks; however, I think I love
this man.

During those 2 years that I was sucking a lot of dicks,
I learned a lot about myself. I was at a school
friend’s house, Bill, house one afternoon not long
after graduation. We were looking at some Playboys and
Penthouses, when I noticed his tent. Immediately my
mouth started to water, but I didn’t know how to tell
him I could take care of it for him. “That looks
painful.”

“Maybe I should let it out.” I really hoped he would, I
love looking at angry peckers.

“Better watch out, if you do, someone might grab it.”
Did I sound like a fag? I don’t know, but he took off
his shorts.

“That’s better, the air feels nice.” He was teasing me
so badly. I wanted to grab him and suck it, but I
didn’t want to seem too queer.

“Hey, why don’t you put on ‘Close to the Edge’?” His
albums were right over my head, maybe I could get
something going.

“Sure.” As he reached for the album, I grabbed a hold
of his dick.

“I told you someone might grab it.” I tried to sound
like it was just a joke.

“If you’re going to touch it, at least you could stroke
it.” Okay, he wanted this. I did him one better, I
pulled him into my mouth and started sucking. After
only a couple of minutes, Bill shot a nice load in my
mouth.

“Frank said he thought you liked cock, I was supposed
to find out. There’s about 6 of us who get together and
suck each other when we strike out with our dates.”

For about the next 2 years I met with what we called
“The Suck Club” whenever I could, but then one weekend,
Jim was back down from college, hanging around with his
old Chaminade buddies when they saw my car parked at
the mall.

I was there, giving Frank a BJ during his break, Jim’s
group came up to my car and I hear Jim say, “I told you
he was a Crespi cock-sucker, look at that faggot
sucking that guy.”

Frank and I were scared shitless. I had no idea what
they were going to do. Jim spoke again, “Don’t worry,
we just want Terry to come over to Tim here’s
apartment. I was telling these guys here how you used
to suck me off every time Sherry blue balled me. We’ve
got 7 cocks for you to suck here, Terry, what do you
say?”

I figured if I said no, they’d pound both Frank and me.
If I said yes, Frank would be fine and I just might get
out of this okay, so I said, “Okay, I guess.” I tried
to sound reluctant, but I was halfway between terrified
and super horny. If I’d have known then what I know
now, I would have fought them there.

We got into his friend’s Econoline van, me sitting on
the floor, so I couldn’t see where we were going. They
drove around a while, then we parked and they led me
into a garage in an alley somewhere. There was carpet
on the ground, a bunch of chairs and a couple of
couches and not much else. There was a drum set and
some amps, and the walls were lined with mattresses–
this was a band rehearsal garage. The 7 of them sat
down.

Jim said, “Start sucking.” He was obviously their
leader, so I started with him, taking his pants down
and starting where we had left off over 2 years ago.
Some of the guys opened their pants for me, some made
me do it for them. I sucked each dick at least once,
some twice.

Most of them shot down my throat, but 3 of them got a
big kick out of shooting on my face and clothes. When
that happened, I knew that I was going to take a
beating, they were upset that I could make them come at
all, that I would like cock and that it was the best
blowjob than they would ever get in their lives. So
after I had given about 11 or 12 BJs, some of them
started hitting and kicking me.

I can hold my own in a fight with just about any man.
My martial arts training made me able to handle 2 men
unless they were really good, and even 3 ordinary guys
around. But 7 guys, all of whom had been football
players were more than I could handle. I woke up about
5 hours later in a field about 3 miles from the mall
where my car was. I had a few broken ribs, both eyes
blacked, split lips, a couple of loose teeth and all
sorts of bruises, cuts and scrapes. The walk back to
the mall was excruciating.

That’s when I decided it was just safer to stick with
straight sex. Since that time, with the one exception I
talked about above, I have not had sex with a man.
Lately, since turning 50, I have thought more and more
of my “glory days”. This has become a more common theme
of my fantasy life over the last 3 years.

Lately I have added one other fantasy aspect, that is
me as a recipient of anal sex. I have only experienced
anal penetration with dildos and the like either by my
wife or during masturbation. Whereas this story is as
factual as I can recall the events of 35 years ago, the
next will be the flight of a 50+ fantasy…

END

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