No matter how hard I tried I could not forget the feel of John's cock in my mouth. It had been weeks now since I had sucked my first cock and it was all I could think about. The more I tried to put the incident behind me the more often it started playing on my mind. I soon began masturbating while curled in a ball so that I could shoot into my open mouth and on my face. The thought of sucking on another cock was becoming an obsession.
Eventually I could not take it any more and decided to try one more time. Not really knowing how to go about finding a man I went back down to the Halifax train station where I left my phone number on the washroom wall stating that I wanted to suck cock. I then headed home to nervously wait by the phone hoping that someone would call and at the same time that no one would call.
That night I got a call from an older male wondering if we could meet for some fun. I asked him what he was looking for and he said that he needed a good blow job. That's all I needed to hear to agree. I agreed to meet him at the station where he said he would be waiting outside in a blue Dodge. The drive from Dartmouth took about 20 minutes, 20 minutes to try and talk myself out of this, 20 minutes of nervous anticipation.
I pulled into the parking lot and found a blue Dodge with a single male parked at the end of the lot. I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door and got in. I asked if he had called me and when he said yes told him to drive towards the Arm. He said he was nervous of the parks and we agreed to park on one of the back roads above the park. As we drove he asked if I liked sucking cock and was I good at it. Not wanting to scare him away with an admission that he was only my second man I told him that all the others were happy with my services. He then asked if I swallowed, spit or took cum in the face. He seemed very happy when I told him that once his cock slides across my lips I will keep it until he has drained all his cum.
