The day after I discovered how much I loved sucking cock and having a man fill my mouth with his cum I shipped out. I was working on an oil tanker sailing from the refinery docks in the Gulf to NY and other eastern ports. All I could think of when I wasn't working was how that man had made me feel, on my knees, his cock hardening in my mouth, filling my mouth with cum, calling me a cocksucker, showing me where I belonged.
I jacked off many times thinking about that experience and knew I would have to have more. As much as I loved women I knew I could not live without also enjoying the intense pleasure of giving other men what they wanted and deserved. Letting them use me to relieve their stress and as a receptacle for their cum.
I would sometimes flush with embarrassment when I first thought of it, but it would always make me hard and end with my stroking my cock until I came. I even learned to enjoy the taste of my own cum since I was unable to taste what I really wanted, another man's cum.
I had been on the ship about two months when on one of our trips to NY it was announced that we would be doing some repairs and would be in port almost a week, instead of the 18 or so hours we normally were. This meant that we went on port watch which would give me plenty of time off to explore NY. I had never really been there before, other than for brief stopovers, so I was anxious to discover if the stories you heard were true.
Remember, this was in the 70's so Times Square was in full swing, not yet cleaned up, and was the place where you could supposedly find any deviant pleasure you might want. I thought I would be able to find a porn shop and restock my supply of porn magazines as the ones I had brought on board from Texas were getting old and stale. I worked the midnight to 8AM shift while on port watch so the first morning when I got off work, after catching a few hours of sleep, I made my way to Times Square via a cab from the docks.
For a while I just walked around marveling at all the sights and sounds of such a wild place. There were bars, clubs, porn shops, movie shops, hookers walking around openly and any other manner of perversion you could possibly imagine. I loved it and was in a constant state of arousal as I walked around. Finally I walked into one of the many porn shops and it was huge compared to the one I had visited in Texas. There were more magazines than I had imagined, covering more types of sexual activity than I had ever thought existed. I was in heaven.