"Oh my God! How come you never told me this? When did this happen? Did you like it? Are you still doing it?"
My girlfriend and I have started to share our sexual past and she shared her lesbian encounters while at college and when she asked me if I had ever done anything with another man I admitted that I had. "It was a long time ago, another lifetime and I would like to leave it there" I told her. After badgering me to give her more details I finally put an end to it by telling her that I had sucked off some guys when I was in college.
I didn't tell that I used to go to glory holes, I didn't tell her that I was a regular server and that I paid my way through school by working as a regular in the booths.
It was a very dark time for me. I have tried to block it out of my memory for the past twenty years, but Jane's pestering has brought all those memories flooding back.
It started out as a lark when my new roommate and I went in to an adult bookstore near campus on a whim and discovered the booths in the back of the store. Being just eighteen, we ran away as soon as we figured out what went on back there, but curiosity got the best of me and I went back alone a few days later. The owner figured me for what I was, a curious young guy who was ripe for what he had in mind. He somehow convinced me to sit in the booth and watch some videos that he chose, all blowjobs, mostly by pretty women, but a few by men. After about thirty minutes a cock came through the wall.
The guy on the other side gave me instructions as to what to do and before you know it I was swallowing my first load of man juice.
When I came out of the viewing area, the owner escorted me to his office and asked me if I wanted to make some real money. Being a freshman in college and paying my own way I was always on the lookout for ways to make money, so I was eager to listen.