In my youth, I heard my older brother Artie and his friends talking about receiving blow jobs from their girlfriends. They would brag about how great the orgasms were and laugh about the girls that swallowed and those that spit.
I would often masturbate with those stories ringing in my mind. I would achieve very good orgasms but wondered how good it would be if I was cumming in a mouth after being sucked off. I decided I needed sucked off and needed it bad.
But alas, I had no girlfriend, as I was painfully shy. I didn't even have the nerve to approach the ladies of the night working the South Orange Blossom Trial in Orlando.
I had been a baseball fan since playing Little League baseball in Apopka, Florida and often attended Orlando Twins games at Tinker Field. One warm summer evening I left the Tinker Field parking lot heading for the South Orange Blossom Trail. I stopped at a red light, and as I waited, a hooker leaned in my window and asked, "Have you been taken care of tonight."
Tongue tied I finally blubbered out, "How much for a BJ?"
"Here is the score sonny, $50 for a BJ, $75 for a fuck, and $100 for a half and half," she replied,
I had no idea what a half and half was but in no way was I going to let on about my ignorance.
"I only have enough for a BJ, so I will settle for that," I said. "Let me in and then turn right. There is a place right up the OBT where we can park," she said. I let her in and she said, "Go."
Following her directions, I was soon parking in a secluded spot. My aching cock was bursting at the seams, she quickly removed my cock as I spewed my-cum all over her hand. I was sorely embarrassed by my pre-mature ejaculation. The hooker laughed and said, "It's still gonna cost you the $50." I was paying the money for a blow job I never received. I took her back to the corner she was working and could hear her laughing as I drove away.
I needed to piss on the way home and stopped at a gas station. I was shocked to find a queer sucking a man off in the restroom. I quickly urinated and left. The thought of the guy's cock in the queer's mouth had my cock hard and aching again.
I couldn't believe thinking of having my cock sucked by a guy had me so hard. When I got home, I flung myself on the bed and furiously masturbated to orgasm. I had cum twice and was out $50 and still had not been sucked off. As good as the orgasms were, I was more than frustrated.
Thus, I began viewing porn of lovely women sucking cock as I masturbated, but in the back of my mind was the queer sucking the guy at the gas station. I reluctantly switched to gay porn with men sucking men. I was surprised to my find my orgasms were much better watching the gay porn. I even watched videos of men fucking men. My orgasms only got better. Soon I was only watching gay porn. I was not only thinking of me getting sucked off, I actually was thinking of sucking cock myself. What was happening to me? I'm not gay!
I found a gay chat site on the internet and began chatting with others and found guys close to me. A guy named Ernie and I seem to hit it off. I expressed to him how much I wanted sucked off. Ernie quickly agreed to suck me off and told me he could host as he lived alone.