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Have you ever held on to the same fantasy for years and finally, long after
you’d given up hope of it ever coming true it does. It’s like getting a
Christmas present in February. It’s not anything you expect, but it sure
can make you happy. That’s just what happened to me.
Before I share it with you I’ll give you a little background. I was
introduced to the pleasures of sucking cock at the tender age of 15 by one
of the neighborhood tough guys, who was a couple of years older than me.
He thought he was pretty cool, Mr. BadAss “forcing” another guy to polish
his knob, but he soon discovered that you can’t force the eager. It may
have burst his bubble to learn that I liked it, but it didn’t prevent him
from seeking me out. It was after all the perfect arrangement; he liked
being sucked; I liked sucking.
He gave me lots of practice; by the time I turned 16 I was a fairly adept
pole smoker. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy doing my neighbor, but after
taking his load at least 150 times I wanted to expand out to new (and
hopefully bigger) things. I looked at any good looking guy I saw as someone
who I could suck if the opportunity arose. It was just a matter of time
before something happened.
That summer, having just got my license, I wanted my own car. My dad made
me a deal. He owned a small manufacturing company. He’d front me the
money for my wheels, but I’d have to pay off my loan by working for him
during all school vacations. Who could pass up a deal like that? So that’s
how I met Eric.
Eric was 20 years old and everything I considered a super hunk to be. He
had short-cropped, sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes, an All-American,
Saturday Evening Post kind of face together with a body that nearly took my
breath away the first time I saw him. He was my definition of
masculine. There’s no denying it, I was in lust at first sight. From the
moment I noticed the bulge protruding from the crotch of his jeans I wanted
to do nothing less than drop to my knees and worship it.
Eric had worked for my dad since his senior year in high school, but we’d
never met. I knew him by reputation only. Dad really liked him, saying he
was a hard and willing worker and dad was never one to hand out compliments
or praise just for the sake of doing so. At the time Eric was sort of a
jack of all trades, learning the entire operation from the ground up. Dad
had great hopes for advancing him as the business grew and prospered. My
summer job was going to be to take over running the outside errands and
office boy duties that he’ been doing while he became more involved in
learning the production end of the business.
Of course this meant that for the first couple of weeks I would be working
with Eric while he trained me. As far as I was concerned this was the
perfect arrangement and I determined to have him before the two weeks were
up. To understand where I was coming from, or at least to put it into
perspective, you need to know that I was an only child with asthma and I’d
become used to getting my own way. Not that I got everything just for the
asking, but if I was willing to work and plot, I usually got what I
wanted. Add to this the fact that I’d led a very sheltered life, despite
the fact that I’d been sucking cock for over a year, and really didn’t know
much about sex in the real world. So it’s somewhat understandable that it
didn’t occur to me that anybody would see anything wrong with one guy
wanting to suck another off, and I certainly didn’t realize that a guy who
enjoyed sex might turn down the offer of a blow job. Not even the fact that
Eric was married with one kid and another on the way deterred me in my
quest.
I certainly didn’t waste any time. We’d been out on the road alone for
about 20 minutes when, not even trying to maneuver the conversation toward
sex I just came out and asked,
“Eric have you ever had a blow job?”
He looked pretty shocked, at least by the abruptness of the question, he
laughed a little nervously and said, “course I’ve had a blow job. I’m
married aren’t I?”
I didn’t know what to say so I blurted out the first thing that came to my
tongue, “your wife blows you?” I’ll admit I felt more than a little stupid.
…End of the part1. To be continued..