At The Very Beginning When I Became A Cocksucker

I am an unapologetic cocksucker.

In our school days there reached a day when you got a real bicycle. It was when I was in the 8th grade for Christmas. I could ride down to my friends house, or I could just ride around feeling free. I had a ride I took that took me around the back of the city golf course, and then up along the old tracks of the railroad before heading back home down the country road that wasn't used very often.

It was on one of those rides that I ran into a man behind the golf course. He was heavy set with a beard and an old raincoat. He opened his raincoat and flashed me, his pants down and his dick out. I sat on my bike and stared at him. He called to me and told me to come to him. Still standing there with his coat open. 'Suck my dick boy' and he held the handlebars of my bike. 'Get off and suck my dick'.

Well he couldn't have been more clear so I got off my bike and I sucked his dick.

And years later when I'm sucking a cock I always remember, it is like a movie that flashes through my mind and plays in slow motion.