At the age of seventeen, I became an orphan with no brothers and sisters. By the time my nineteenth birthday rolled by, I was living in a crappy apartment hardly able to make the rent, or feed myself from the part time job I had. I'd enrolled in college and wanted to improve my life, but costs, even though I worked part time, were mounting up and up.
Out walking through my local park as a short cut one evening, desperately trying to think of a way to earn more money, a tall well built muscular guy approached me and asked if I was cruising. When I asked him what the fuck was he going on about, he said "You know, do you want to have some fun, I'll pay you twenty bucks to blow me".
If you could see me now, you'd think I was still just into my twenties, back then I looked about fifteen. My height hasn't grown much, I'm five feet, seven inches tall and have a slim athletic build.
His suggestion didn't make me back away, not because I was bisexual or gay, but becauase I really was desperate for money. Not thinking, I reponded by telling him, I'd suck his dick and swallow it for forty. Twenty bucks was in my hand seconds later and as I followed him to a nearby wooded area, he promised me if I could deep throat him he'd pay extra on top of the forty.
His cock was nothing like my own, the only cock I'd seen since the showers in high school. It was shorter than my eight inches, but it was so thick, I could hardly wrap my fingers around it. He'd dropped his shorts and had no underwear on. His cock was already fully erect and I had second thought about what I was about to do. The thought of the money kept me there. And it also opened my mouth to recieve his fat cock.
There was no finess about what I did. It was my first time after all. The strange thing was, I took his cock over my tongue and on down my throat with relative ease, even though it was so damn thick. My mouth just seemed to accept his cock shaft, so I began to suck on it as hard and as fast as I could. The moans coming from the forty plus year old were telling me I was doing something right. So was the fact he'd put his hands onto my head, and was holding me to fuck my mouth. Perfectly naturally after about five minutes of having my face fucked, I took his cock out of my mouth and began to lick up and down his meaty shaft. When I reached the bottom, I lifted up his cock and started to lick and suck on his hairy balls, masturbating him as I did. At his insistance when his balls were dripping with my saliva, I put his cock back into my mouth and only seconds later as he held my head tight, he came inside my mouth, filling it with masses of cum. There was only one place for his cum to go and that was down my throat.
I swallowed every single drop. Not one tiny amount left my lips as I sucked on the head of his dick, milking his cock with my tongue. Satisfied I'd drained his balls, I let his cock slip from my mouth to hear him say "Boy that was the best god damn head I've ever had".
Sorting himself out, he passed me a slip of notes. I unfolded them to find another fifty bucks. When I looked at him, he smiled and told me I'd earned it. As I stood up, he asked me if we could meet up again. I was back in the park two nights later. We found a more private place and I took my time to give him exactly what he said he wanted. making sure to once again swallow his cum down my throat.
The stakes changed when he pulled up his shorts. He wanted to know if I lived local, as he was still horny. Earning three hundred bucks for a relative amount of pain. And being able to fall asleep with the knowledge I had enough to live on for over a month, was to me, the justification for allowing him to fuck me for over half an hour.
My asshole hurt for days afterwards, but it didn't stop me from arranging to have him stay over the following Thursday night. And every Thursday night after that for over two years. He taught me everything about gay sex and how to totally please a man in every way sexually.
I didn't have gay sex with anyone else at that time. And throughout our sexual reolationship I didn't want or need to. He pretty much financed me through college with some of his mothers inheritance. I became his gay sexual release from his wife at home. Thursday night was the night each week, he supposed to be in another city working. The only thing he worked on, was my mouth and asshole.
It's funny looking and thinking back to what I did. As a thirty two year old married man, with his own sucessful business, I'd never now contemplate what I did back then. Having said that, I still ocassionally maybe three or for times a year, when I feel the need for a cock to fuck my asshole, have a guy I trust, visit me at work when all my staff have gone home.