Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2011 17:29:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gene Hemings <lv2sc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eighteen Year Old's Blow Job

  In this true story, I was about 18, in 1961, and running free. I did as I
pleased, always, without curfews. Still, I think I turned out all right
after all.  I liked to hang out in small restaurants or small coffee shops
sometimes till dawn. I never had a lot of money, yet functioned as needed
and help from Mom.

  This was a really nice warm Friday night in August about 11pm. I was
riding around from town to town looking for someone I knew to hang out with
and drink coffee.  My luck was not good, so I decided to stop in at a
really small restaurant in my town for a nightcap of coffee, and go home
early. I only lived a few blocks away anyway.  As I parked across the
street from the restaurant, I had started jay walking across the street to
the insight coffee shop / restaurant. As I reached the middle of the road a
car was going by, but he stopped in front of me and asked me what was I up
to. I said just getting a coffee.

  He was about 28 years old and OK looking but not really my type nor
anyone I had ever seen before. He had a nice looking newer Oldsmobile.
Seemed like a decent guy as he sounded like our group of guys as we talked
to each other and he mentioned names of guys I knew. He asked was I ready
to ride around and see what was happening? I said no not really! I had just
been doing that. I did not tell him my gas tank was on empty and I didn't
have the money for more gas either.

  He said, well we can take a ride over to a place about 8 miles away which
was usually always busy with great looking car hops and hot rods to look
at. So I figured why not use his gas and hopped into his car. I do not know
why I did this either. He did not look queer or gay as we now call it, so I
felt safe I enough to go with him.

  Now, needless to say I was very nervous about getting in a strangers car,
but as I said he had mentioned a few names of guys I knew quite well, so I
felt I could trust him a little. He did not appear to sound like a serial
killer either!

  We drove to a place called "Chicken Little" a Dog N Suds drive in type
place, which we knew had lots of cool cars and nice looking car hops. Our
luck was bad as there were no Hot Rods there this evening and now it was
close to midnight.  So he just went riding around the greater area of about
20 miles. He even stopped at a house he called his home, and I had seen it
hundreds of times. Somehow I thought he thought I had no idea where we were
riding. He was dead wrong. I had been over every square inch of this area
all my life.

  Of course as we rode we started talking sex with girls. Of course I said
I was a great pussy fucker. Actually, at that time I had not yet fucked a
girl. I couldn't tell him that though.
  He asked was I gay? I said hell no aren't they bad?  He chuckled! At this
time "1961" it was not safe to be openly gay anyway.

  Still I really was a BI or Gay guy myself but had not admitted it to
anyone or even myself. I wanted so bad to suck a cock but was just too
chicken to try it or have a guy tell the people that new me I was a cock
sucker! Funny how life goes really. I was fifty three years old before I
sucked dick for my first time.  Looking back, had I sucked cock before I
was twenty, I probably would have stayed on the gay side and never married
either. Also had I found one guy to suck, I probably would have learned how
to find other guys like myself. I just never knew how to approach the
subject of cock sucking in a way a guy like myself would know secretly what
I was wanting in reality!  There must be ways a guy talks about guy sex
that will not out us to the heterosexual types yet tell a Bi or Gay guy we
are in it together! To this day I don't know what to say if the subject of
guy sex gets brought up by my friends and newer acquaintances. I just clam
up and feign I'm not gay. So far the hetero guys have accepted my way, as
far as I know, of handling my comments about it.

  After about a half hour of riding and talking he started moving his right
hand over to the middle of the bench seat as if he wanted to lean for a
while. I thought nothing of this until I felt his hand on my left leg! I
took it and pushed it over away from me. He some how kept doing this till I
was now beginning to get aroused by it because things he was talking about
were arousing my dick and it now was obvious he was a queer. I finally let
him touch my cock through my jeans and he could tell it was hard.
  He stopped his car about a half block away from where I once lived, and
just three blocks from the restaurant where we had started from. It was at
a six family apartment house two stories high. There were quite a few cars
in the parking lot so his car looked normal there. Then he had me pull my
pants down so he could fondle my dick easier. Of course I knew I was going
to get a blow job. He said I was not to touch him in any way. That pissed
me off because if I was to get my first blow job, I'd at least like to
return the favor and perhaps my first suck!  Now how does a guy get away
with what he has so far done with me, yet tell me I can not touch him?
Double standards here!

  I tried to feel his butt and he told me to stop. So I figured, lean back
and enjoy what he was doing to me. And I did just that!  I loved it when
his lips touched my dick for my first gay blow job at 18 years old. It was
so good the feelings of his tongue on my dick head. I always have lots of
Pre cum and I had no idea he was enjoying mine as he kept his mouth over my
dick but kept his tongue moving over my dick head. I now know why and what
he was doing. But at that time I knew nothing of the great taste of
Pre-Cum. It felt awesome. He was very good at deep throat-ting my six inch
straight as an arrow, cut cock. It only took a few minutes and it was ready
to explode. He said for me to warn him as he was not into catching my cum.

  I was so pissed off by how he had talked to me, and had gotten me into
this predicament and refused to let me be involved with his dick. For some
reason I did not like him even though I was enjoying his blow job. So I was
not about to tell him when I was going to cum. Yes I was enjoying it but
somehow I felt he had been an asshole to me too!
  He bobbed his head up n down my dick so well that as I came in his mouth
I held his head down on my dick and he had no choice but to accept my
beautiful large load of cum. He did swallow it too! That surprised me. He
scolded me for cumming in his mouth but I could have cared less.

 He then drove me to my car and I then went home satisfied by my first gay
blow job!  Funny thing, I never saw him again, but I saw his car at where
he called home. I asked a few guys if they knew him but no one admitted
knowing him by his name and car description. When I thought about this
later it really was scary what I had done with him!