Straight Male / 47
Lousy Job, Lonely Town, One Short Encounter
I was 24, and had just gotten a job at one of the most backwards, isolated, depressing excuse for a college in the USA. My boss thought she was really smart and deigned to "tutor" me in management-employee skills and relations, but frankly she was an idiot who didn't know her ass from a hole in the ground so these extra sessions just made me resent her even more. The teaching was clearly subpar and many of the professors obviously just filling a space with long tenure there because they belonged to the right church (not a requirement to be faculty or staff there, but apparently more important than actual qualifications for those who stuck around). The pregnancy rate was sky-high among the female students, doubtless--as I noted to another person from a metro area as surprised as I was to find herself working there--because there was absolutely nothing else to do there on a Saturday night.
Well, let's skip all the boring details here; suffice it to say that by the end of the school year both I and the college had enough of each other and planned a separation. But by this time my boss had apparently gotten it into my head that I was homosexual because of something I said or did,, and told me it was something I needed to hide around there. I wasn't about to disabuse her of this to get on her better side, but firmly told her it was none of her business. This place was clearly very hostile to real freedom, intellectual and otherwise, and I wasn't going to compromise my integrity to try to stay there any longer.
I don't know how this affected my reputation elsewhere, but I did find that some of my better conversations were with a few faculty from larger cities, and a couple students who also felt like this place was too small for them. One male freshman in particular, Eric, seemed to be having adjustment issues, and often came to me to talk about decisions he was wrestling with, where I think my openly listening to him was probably more useful for him than anything substantive I said. Toward the end of the year, he had resolved to abandon education completely for the time being and join the army, and said he was taking a room at the town's only motel for a night before busing to his base.
Well after dark, indeed just before 10 that night, Eric knocked on the door of my apartment over a garage near campus. He had visited a couple times before but only during the day on weekends to chat about things. He said he felt lonely in his motel room and wanted to talk to someone. I considered telling him it was just too late, but clearly he needed an ear so I let him in though I was already in my bathrobe. He chatted for a while in my living room, but not too earnestly, as if he was nervous and wasn't really talking about what he was thinking. We talked a little about directions or grounding in life, and I asked about relationships; he said he hadn't found anyone to date. I confessed that I hadn't either in this isolated town, and then asked if he had been strongly attracted to anyone, a girl...or a guy. I said this nonchalantly so he knew it was no big deal for me. Well, he answered indirectly for a long time, but this was enough for me to know he was not quite the heterosexual everyone in this town assumed everyone else to be, and told him that while I was straight I thought it was perfectly normal to go the other way, and even thought sometimes about being with a man for a short time, even if not in a relationship. He was clearly intrigued by this openness, but still nervous about expressing his own desires, and said openly that he had never before found someone he could share his desires with comfortably. He asked more about mine, and I told him honestly that I was just a little intrigued about oral sex with a man, but no kissing or other kinds of sex.
We then talked about other things for a while but eventually he said he did have sexual thoughts about other men, but was scared about what they would think. I said I understood that fear, but I certainly wouldn't mind hearing I was the object of someone's thoughts and wished other men were more comfortable with this news as well. "So you wouldn't be upset if I had thought about you that way?" "Upset, not at all. I'm kind of thinking about it myself right now myself, actually."
Well, long story short he soon asked if he could suck on my cock, "just a little bit," and I encouraged him to do that. As the conversation went on he had been looking a little more directly at my exposed legs and half-open robe, and now sat on the floor as I opened it up more to expose my cock. He gingerly took me into his mouth and sucked slowly for a long time, enjoying the sensation and getting used to it just a fraction of an inch at a time. I loved studying his young face as he explored me with his lips, really exploring his own lips and their powers as they touched me more than exploring what they were touching, if that makes sense. Now and then he would stop and we'd talk, and I kept reassuring him I was enjoying this and wished he could keep going, if he was comfortable with that, and he soon did. He was of course uncertain at times if he was doing it right, and I did try to teach him a little about speed and suction force, though I actually hadn't received that many blowjobs from women before so I was sort of guessing what was good myself.
In the end I couldn't cum in his mouth, though I wasn't sure if that was due more to my nervousness or his inexperience, but I asked to jerk off while he put his lips around the tip. I finally came a bit unexpectedly and felt a little weird but satisfied as my white sperm oozed around his lips and chin. He coughed a little but otherwise took it well, and I asked him to keep sucking me afterwards, which he did obediently. This kept me hard for another 20 minutes and then to my surprised I started feeling orgasmic again and came more weakly but sharply into his mouth. This never happened with anyone else before, I can only imagine that I was overwhelmed by the newness of the experience and a bit pent-up in my gonads.
While that was satisfying for me, he wanted not reciprocation, but to stay the night. I let him sleep on the couch and when he got up early to get to the bus, I woke to see him off and gave him a long, strong man-hug. I never saw Eric again and don't know what became of him, but I hope I helped him a little bit towards recognizing who he was and wanted to me. Even though he was no longer a student, I'm sure I would have been fired even faster had my boss learned of this, but that wasn't going to happen. I heard the place nearly went bankrupt a few years later, and I thought good riddance to them and their skimpy salaries and skimpier minds.
Well, let's skip all the boring details here; suffice it to say that by the end of the school year both I and the college had enough of each other and planned a separation. But by this time my boss had apparently gotten it into my head that I was homosexual because of something I said or did,, and told me it was something I needed to hide around there. I wasn't about to disabuse her of this to get on her better side, but firmly told her it was none of her business. This place was clearly very hostile to real freedom, intellectual and otherwise, and I wasn't going to compromise my integrity to try to stay there any longer.
I don't know how this affected my reputation elsewhere, but I did find that some of my better conversations were with a few faculty from larger cities, and a couple students who also felt like this place was too small for them. One male freshman in particular, Eric, seemed to be having adjustment issues, and often came to me to talk about decisions he was wrestling with, where I think my openly listening to him was probably more useful for him than anything substantive I said. Toward the end of the year, he had resolved to abandon education completely for the time being and join the army, and said he was taking a room at the town's only motel for a night before busing to his base.
Well after dark, indeed just before 10 that night, Eric knocked on the door of my apartment over a garage near campus. He had visited a couple times before but only during the day on weekends to chat about things. He said he felt lonely in his motel room and wanted to talk to someone. I considered telling him it was just too late, but clearly he needed an ear so I let him in though I was already in my bathrobe. He chatted for a while in my living room, but not too earnestly, as if he was nervous and wasn't really talking about what he was thinking. We talked a little about directions or grounding in life, and I asked about relationships; he said he hadn't found anyone to date. I confessed that I hadn't either in this isolated town, and then asked if he had been strongly attracted to anyone, a girl...or a guy. I said this nonchalantly so he knew it was no big deal for me. Well, he answered indirectly for a long time, but this was enough for me to know he was not quite the heterosexual everyone in this town assumed everyone else to be, and told him that while I was straight I thought it was perfectly normal to go the other way, and even thought sometimes about being with a man for a short time, even if not in a relationship. He was clearly intrigued by this openness, but still nervous about expressing his own desires, and said openly that he had never before found someone he could share his desires with comfortably. He asked more about mine, and I told him honestly that I was just a little intrigued about oral sex with a man, but no kissing or other kinds of sex.
We then talked about other things for a while but eventually he said he did have sexual thoughts about other men, but was scared about what they would think. I said I understood that fear, but I certainly wouldn't mind hearing I was the object of someone's thoughts and wished other men were more comfortable with this news as well. "So you wouldn't be upset if I had thought about you that way?" "Upset, not at all. I'm kind of thinking about it myself right now myself, actually."
Well, long story short he soon asked if he could suck on my cock, "just a little bit," and I encouraged him to do that. As the conversation went on he had been looking a little more directly at my exposed legs and half-open robe, and now sat on the floor as I opened it up more to expose my cock. He gingerly took me into his mouth and sucked slowly for a long time, enjoying the sensation and getting used to it just a fraction of an inch at a time. I loved studying his young face as he explored me with his lips, really exploring his own lips and their powers as they touched me more than exploring what they were touching, if that makes sense. Now and then he would stop and we'd talk, and I kept reassuring him I was enjoying this and wished he could keep going, if he was comfortable with that, and he soon did. He was of course uncertain at times if he was doing it right, and I did try to teach him a little about speed and suction force, though I actually hadn't received that many blowjobs from women before so I was sort of guessing what was good myself.
In the end I couldn't cum in his mouth, though I wasn't sure if that was due more to my nervousness or his inexperience, but I asked to jerk off while he put his lips around the tip. I finally came a bit unexpectedly and felt a little weird but satisfied as my white sperm oozed around his lips and chin. He coughed a little but otherwise took it well, and I asked him to keep sucking me afterwards, which he did obediently. This kept me hard for another 20 minutes and then to my surprised I started feeling orgasmic again and came more weakly but sharply into his mouth. This never happened with anyone else before, I can only imagine that I was overwhelmed by the newness of the experience and a bit pent-up in my gonads.
While that was satisfying for me, he wanted not reciprocation, but to stay the night. I let him sleep on the couch and when he got up early to get to the bus, I woke to see him off and gave him a long, strong man-hug. I never saw Eric again and don't know what became of him, but I hope I helped him a little bit towards recognizing who he was and wanted to me. Even though he was no longer a student, I'm sure I would have been fired even faster had my boss learned of this, but that wasn't going to happen. I heard the place nearly went bankrupt a few years later, and I thought good riddance to them and their skimpy salaries and skimpier minds.
