Ever since I started working the late shift at the hospital, I have been stopping at the same gas station on my way home from work. Every night I buy the same thing. A bottle of coke, and a newspaper.
Some nights I don't feel like rushing home to an empty house, so I will stand and talk to the night clerk who works there. This had gone on for almost a year before we met. I never would have expected that anything would have come from my late night visits.
I met you after the clerk they had working that shift quit, and you took his place. At first we didn't speak much, but after about a month, we finally started having longer conversations. It wasn't long after that we were joking around with each other and would even share more personal things about each other. I never thought that what we did was considered flirting.
I knew you had a girlfriend, and am not the type of person to try and interfere. A couple more months went by, and I started looking forward to seeing you. I also noticed that you no longer mentioned your girlfriend, and I chose not to ask why.
One night I came in on my night off, and what seemed to be a regular night between us changed when the conversation found its way to the subject of sex. Who remembers how we started it? It was then when I told you that in my spare time I write erotica stories.
It was funny to watch your mouth drop open. You tell me that no one would ever believe it from how I act. I only reply by saying it is the quiet ones you need to watch out for. You ask if I had any you could read. I tell you I will drop one off later in the night. I take a moment and drive the 2 blocks to my apartment, and quickly print one of my stories. After returning to the station, I wait until your last customer leaves, and hand it to you.
I didn't want to be there when you read it, so I left for a few hours. When I got back, you said you liked it, and then started talking to me more about sex. Actually, it was more about what you liked and didn't like about it.
All I remember is how you had told me that you didn't care for blowjobs. I looked at you in a way that you could tell I didn't understand what you meant. Then I told you exactly that. I had told you that I just didn't understand how people just couldn't like that part of sex. That's when you told me that you had never had an orgasm while receiving a blowjob.
My first thought was that it was because you had never been with a woman who loved it as much as I did. My second thought was that it sounded like a challenge to me. I never actually found the words to say either of that out loud. Instead, I just shrugged my shoulders, and moved the topic to something else.
As I drove back home, my thoughts went back to what you had said about not liking blowjobs. I found myself talking out loud. I was reminded that 2 other men had said the same thing to me once. Then, after I got done with them, they no longer could claim they were unable to cum that way. If I had my way, you would be the third man on the list.
