Have you ever met someone that reminded you of someone from your past?? Someone that made you bring back memories??

This happened to me at a tax convention (yes I am a tax guy). This man sat at my table, and he looked so familiar, was attracted to him instantly, I am sure I made him uncomfortable looking at him like that. When he got up I looked at his zipper, I felt I could see his cock move under his pants. I followed him to the men's room, and watched him from a couple of urinals away. I am not an aggressor in relationships, I am very much the passive partner, I am not very good at starting conversations, conversations that lead to something. I guess my style is to look at a man until he makes the move, but this man did not make the move.

At the table during the conference I went in and out of the man he reminded me of. He reminded me of that Mr. Jones that we all got to know in school. The one that gave us to try that first real man smell, that real man cock, that man, the one that fucked you for real. That is who he reminded me of.

For me I was a precocious and had been messing around with boys since I was in the seventh grade. I was in a boarding school for boys in the south of England while my parents were stationed in Africa. That is where the older boys first introduce you to the pecking order in life. Some boys like me take to it like fish to water, having an older upperclassman have you as his toy. You learn to suck him off, to fold his socks, to wash his butt in the shower, to jack him off, and to lay down and give up your butt. For me anyway, it was all natural. But for other boys, it was hard as hell having to take it, and they became the worst when they got older on the younger boys. I never liked them, except for the one that was in charge of me.

But back to my Mr. Jones. I was sucking dick one afternoon, not because he had asked me, but because I had finished folding his clothes and putting them away, and I was on my knees, and I just looked up and pulled down his zipper and sucked his dick. I loved his dick. Mr. Jones was doing hall duty and he came upon us. I could see him, and he could see me, and he watched me for a minute and then left. I finished sucking and became very nervous. I knew we were in trouble.

We had homework hour after dinner, and he was the proctor than night. After he sent everyone off to their rooms he asked me to stay. He pulled out one of my assignments and started to talk to me about it. He asked me to come around behind his desk, and motioned to me to listen to a whisper. He told me he had something very special for me, and he unzipped his pants and showed me his dick. It was big, and thick, and dark, he pulled on it and exposed the head from behind the foreskin and asked me to show him that I liked him.

I was so nervous I couldn't talk, but he put his hand in my crotch and cupped me and squeezed my balls and dick, and I got a hard on. He said, 'see you like it, now make me happy'. What words can describe that feeling of that first real man in your mouth. The smell is with me to this day and look for it every time I suck cock. It was so hard, and so big, my hand wrapped around it was not big enough. I had my eyes closed, I just had to eat it all. He held my head back, and got up with his dick hard as a rock poking out of his zipper, and went to make sure the door was locked.

He came back and helped me out of my pants and had me bend over the desk while he ran his dick against my ass. He would poke at it, and reach around under me and jack me off, and poke again, he would rub the whole shaft up and down my crack, he reached around me and pulled my face towards him and gave a full lip kiss and then pushed me down on the desk and spit in his hand and wet my hole. He got his dick in the right place, and he pushed and poked until he managed to get me to let him in, and then he pushed himself all the way in. I realized I had cum all over the desk, I don't know when he came, I was glazed over just enjoying the most wondrous feeling imaginable. If it hurt, I can't remember, when he pulled it out I felt cheated, I wanted more.

Mr. Jones and I became good friends. He was of middle eastern descent, with a darkish skin and a heavy beard. He loved to kiss my lips and his mouth tasted so sweet to me. I became quite good at doing my part, and he would from time to time, give me the whole treatment. I just can't forget Mr. Jones and my encounter that day at the tax conference with that man who reminded me so completely of my school days. Of course Mr. Jones' real name was Amir, but we had to call him Mr.

Memories are sometimes even better than the real thing, don't you think?? Especially those early memories that are so cemented in your being.