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This is an absolutely true story about how I became addicted to pleasuring older men and the event that led to me sucking my first cock. This is my first attempt at writing and I will try to recreate the event as accurately as I can remember. I am not a professional writer just a guy wanting to share his first blow job experience. (Male/Male, exhibition, reluctance, oral, 1st blowjob)
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My name is Mike, and I was an average size young guy about 5'7'' and tipped the scales at a lean 165 pounds. I was often told that I was an attractive young man that resembled the younger version of the county western singer Clint Black. I considered myself to be a good looking kid. I was 19 years old and drudging my way through community college while working the midnight shift in a local convenience store. I was a typical kid of that age who had a little bit of potential and a whole lot of cocky attitude.
At that time I was living with my steady girlfriend in a tiny apartment. I was not in love, but she was steady rent money and was an easy release for my boundless sex drive and hyper sexual curiosity. At this stage of my life I had basically restrained my sexual adventures to heterosexual fun. I admit that I was a selfish, unfaithful boyfriend and really abused the benefits of being a young stud muffin. I took every available opportunity to take sexual advantages of inexperienced young girls merely by convincing them that I was in love with them, regardless of my live-in girlfriend status. I was a horny young guy and had bad intentions mixed with reckless desires. I preferred kinky sex, role playing and even voyeurism of a buddy who roughly butt fucked my drunken girlfriend on her first anal sex attempt. I watched as they shared Tequila shots well beyond her limit for reasonable decision making. My friend persuaded her to drop her panties as he assertively aided her in bending over and then taking his bare cock in her ass for her first time. I simply cheered him on as he pounded her tight little pink hole.
Like most hormone overdosed young men, as a teenager I experimented with some mild bi-sexuality. My friends and I would do the infamous, double dare a buddy into masturbating the other guys while each took their turn cursing the Swank magazines that we occasionally found discarded in the local woods. The raunchy type porn magazines with the pages all stuck together from dried sperm splattered from the prior viewer. I would often close my eyes and imagine myself secretly spying some perverted old dude milking his cock over the spreads of those nude, young female centerfolds the whole time him fantasying over his neighbor's daughter. I must admit that I enjoyed the sensation of my friend's hard cocks in my grip while I methodically jerked them until their sperm gushed into the air and splattered all over my hands. I would continue to pump their shafts until my palms were fully drenched with their loads and the liquid dribbled from my fingertips. Back then I never minded being nominated by the group to be the official buddy stroker for our daily masturbation sessions.
There is not much to do when you work the midnight shift at a 7-11 store in Dallas, Texas. I spent many of my early morning shifts jacking off in the storage room while browsing our wide selection of porn magazines that the store distributed. There was a camera in the backroom and I often wondered if anyone every reviewed the tapes. I secretly hoped that someone had watched them and saw me masturbating at some point. I was supposed to be stocking shelves with fresh merchandise or peering down the potential shop lifters. But, I thought I could leave most of that professional work to the dedicated morning shift. I spent most of my available time on more personal entertainment such as having trashy phone sex with complete strangers.
The convenience store was located just on the border of the controversial, artsy side of town. In other words, we were positioned next to the gay section of Dallas known as Oak Lawn. I am a very social person. I enjoyed talking to everyone and I liked to flirt and flaunt my sex appeal . My royal blue uniform shirts were typically unbuttoned one notch below the manager's tolerance level exposing my chest for the occasional peeper and my ass was intentionally snuggled firmly into my favorite pair of white Guess jeans. I refused to wear anything under them and often wondered if my package was noticeable through the material. Each night I would receive dozens of calls from primarily men. At 2:00 AM after the bars have closed and the buzz has turned into drunken recklessness, these men had only one topic to discuss, gay sex!!! They typically stated that they had frequented our store and noticed me behind the counter. The phone calls were exciting and I loved listening to these guys squirm as I would bait them with seductive possibilities. I must admit that each conversion left me horny as hell and needing to jerk off. Furthermore, I was starting to allow that old teenage sexual exploration to surface again in my hardening groin. I could spend hours on the phone taunting in a low, sexy, pleading voice describing my sexual desires to become the party favor at a gay sex orgy. I pleaded to be tied face down on the kitchen table with my boxers yanked around my knees while blindfolded and gagged for complete strangers. I enjoyed describing how each guy would barter his way in line to be the next cock pumping my tight little pink ass hole. All of this teasing was simply a distraction to dull the boredom during the lonely midnight shift. I knew full well it was basically bull-shit ramblings to a bunch of drunken masturbating perverts.
However, I was opening Pandora's Box and I loved the potential. My sexual appetite and insatiable curiosity started to control my better judgment. I began to agree to casual hook-ups with a few of the more vocally demanding types. For whatever reason, this personality trait was prominent in the older guys. I personally wasn't aroused by the softer boys who were in touch with their decorating or fashion side. I went with what I knew best from my past bi-sexual experiences. I offered a few of the more interesting nasty men a masterful oiled up hand job. I told them to pick me up outside the store an hour or so before my 11:00 PM shift and I promised a nice nut blowing orgasm in their car. I met with several guys and I was really starting to enjoy myself and realized the thought of a hard cock remained in my mind throughout the night.
I started to receive several calls from a guy named Bill. He was one of those southern 'good ole boy' redneck types. He claimed to be in his 50's which would put him at least 30 years older than me. He went into full details of every dimension of his body. Bill described himself as an average country, white guy who was suffering through a never ending marriage with a dull wife who was well beyond her hormonal prime. His was very chubby at 230 pounds on a 5'10'' frame. He stated that he had a spare tire around his midsection that hung just over his belt buckle and his hair was grey from 27 years of monotonous marriage..
However, he made up for what he lacked in sophistication with a 7.5'' uncut cock that could stay plump all night. I remember that he called himself a shower and not a grower. He said his unit hung a good 6'' limp. His description made me chuckle because that is ample size in my opinion, and a full inch longer limp than mine is when fully erect. He had a bad attitude and was in poor physical condition. He was absolutely nothing that I would be attracted to and probably would be even a little on the gross side for my age. Something about this guy just seemed to intrigue me and turn me on. I think the nasty wrongness of the whole situation is what made it so sexually appealing. We arranged to meet outside the store about 10:00 pm. I was actually off work that particular evening but, I liked to keep that a secret as it is a great excuse for me to return promptly.