Old Man Johnson

I got the news that Old Man Johnson had finally died. He was 98 and lived the last years in a VA nursing home. Old Man Johnson was our neighbor growing up. He was disabled on a VA disability, and sold 'magazines' by mail. Old Man Johnson taught me to respect his cock.

It's hard to remember how I walked into his secret life. I mowed his lawn for free because he was a war veteran, some ladies from the church cooked and took food to his house on Sundays, and teamed up to clean his house. Don't get to carried away, the houses we lived in were small, two bedrooms with one bathroom. Maybe 900 to 1200 sq ft.

The day I learned to suck his cock was raining so I had to stop mowing. I went in to tell him, and he told me to dry off with a towel in the bathroom. He stood against the door frame watching me dry my hair. He told me I could pee in the toilet 'go ahead, let's see what you got'.

He said he wasn't impressed, that wasn't a cock, he whipped out and told me to come over and show him respect. I sucked his cock that rainy afternoon and sucked him all the way through high school. I also learned a lot about the mail order 'magazine' business. He made a lot of money for the day, selling underground smut to military types.

I went 'off' to college, as it was called in those days. Worked my way through. I learned early on that old professors liked young college kids to shows them respect sucking their cocks. I can't say for sure it got me better grades, what is sure is I loved to suck those older men's cock.

I opted out of attending Old Man Johnson's burial at the Veteran's cemetery. I hear that an honor guard is always present. I didn't want to answer the question as to how I knew Old Man Johnson.