My father was put in jail for stealing a car, he had multiple convictions so that time he got 20 years. My mother started to see men on the side, eventually they came home with her. There were all kinds of men, mostly they stayed one night and never came back. The man that interested me was different. He liked boys and he was seeing my mom because he liked me.

All I can say is that I loved sucking him. He would sit in this chair and unzip his pants and tempt me with his dick. His dick would just lay there against his leg waiting for me. I would go over and I would get on my knees and he would open his legs and I would scoot up. The first thing I did was to always give his dick a long long kiss. Then I would take his dick in my hands and I would jack him until he had an erection. Then I would suck him, suck him, and use my hands to keep him erect. Sometimes it took a little while, and sometimes it took a long time, but he would start to push his hips up and he would soon start coming.

His semen had this sweet salty taste, slick and heavy. He liked to see me eat it and I liked to eat it.

Sometimes he would have me stand on the chair in front of him and he would suck me. When he did he always held my bare behind in his hands and as he got going he would use his thumbs to play with hole. Almost always I would come, and he always let me come in his mouth.

He was my mother's boyfriend for about a year. I felt lonely after he stopped coming by. I talked to the boy next door about sucking him and the boy asked me to suck him. It was not the same, he got hard, but he could never get off.

There have been many over the years, some lasting a long time, but none have ever been like the first. I think about him a lot now, I am a lot older and I have to resort to masturbation. It always helps to remember that man and the fun times we had. I can visualize his dick, his dick has always been my standard for a man.