I have mixed feelings about this. Today, I sucked my first cock. I was on my way to work, but pulled over to have a cigarette because traffic had trapped me in the car for over an hour. I pulled into some strip mall and parked. When I got out and lit a cigarette, there was a black guy standing there, probably in his 20s. He was watching me, and I figured he was going to bum a cigarette, which he promptly did. I gave him one and he walked back to the abandoned storefront he had been standing in front of.

I had had it in my mind for some time that I wanted to suck a dick, just to see, but the opportunity had never presented itself. I find the idea of sucking most guys dicks to be repulsive, but there was something about this guy that was making me want to do this. I keep sneaking peeks at him as I thumbed through my email on my phone. He continued to stand there, either talking to someone on his phone via bluetooth headset, or he was insane and babbling to himself. In either case, he noticed that I kept looking at him.

After I finished my cigarette, I lit another one, becoming more determined to see if I would have the guts to go through with this. Or try to. A few minutes later, he came up to me and asked if I had any money for bus fare. At this point, my heart was racing. I put my hand sin my pocket to pretend I was searching for money, but in reality it was because they were shaking. I could feel my face totally flush. After coming up empty, I help up a shaky finger and got into my car. I looked in my wallet. $60. Do or die time.

I got back out of the car and told him in a shaky voice that I would give him $60 if he would let me suck his dick. He considered that a moment, and then said right here? I replied that I was hoping he could tell me that. He said ok, pull around back and find a spot. I did that, barely able to function, and a minute later he came around the corner.

He got in the back seat and I did as well. He pulled down his pants to his knees. His cock was not some monstrous 10 incher as think as a beer can, in fact, it was about the same as mine (6 inches, maybe a little less). Normal thickness. and he wasn't hard yet.

I wasn't sure what the fuck to do at this point, so I reached over and cupped his balls and bent down and ran my tongue around the head of his dick. It started to get hard. When it started to get even harder, I began licking the front of it and taking the head into my mouth, again running my tongue along the head. My own cock was now the hardest it had ever been in my life.

After he was completely erect, I began alternating between stroking it, taking as much as I could in my mouth, and licking his balls. I was slobbering all over it, and apparently not doing too good a job, because he told me to go back to the ball cupping/shaft licking/head swirling, which I did. About 2 minutes later, his cock began to swell, so I knew he was going to cum soon. I began stroking the shaft and took the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue. He stiffened and exploded in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but some was dribbling out. When he was done, I licked up the rest.

He pulled up his pants, did them up and got out of the car. I did as well, and gave him the $60, hands shaking. He asked for another cigarette, which I gave him. He told me he was there in the morning every day of the week, but said next time, it would be $100. I mumbled there wouldn't be a next time. He just walked away. I drove off, stopping at a McDonalds so I could jack off in the bathroom.

I felt sick and ashamed of myself all day, and vowed that I would never do anything like that again. I am married, with children, and I have a great job. I would be ruined if I were arrested or something in the middle of it. What if he tried blackmailing me? He had my license plate number. Can an identity easily be found that way? The thought of going back though, makes me hard as a rock. God help me if I stop at an ATM on Monday morning.