Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 10:55:18 EST
From: MalestoryO@aol.com
Subject: Moon Landing

A true story.  The night of the first moon landing, I was on my knees in
front of another man for the first time.  I was in San Juan, Puerto Rico
and basically exploring the many small hotels along the beach.  At one
particular hotel someone was standing out front and he offered me use of
HIS hotel to walk the beach, change clothes, use the bar etc.  Then I was
just 18 (I'm now 50), and came from a small midwest farming community.  I
drank at the bar and visited with some of the guests and owner......I'm
not sure when it dawned on me that this was a "GAY" hotel.  It just
didn't seem to matter....I'm sure the drinks had something to do with it.
 I know I ended up going with the owner"s" (they were a gay couple) to
the airport because one was leaving on a trip.  I don't remember the trip
back.  After being back a short while I walked into the lobby/office area
where the owner was talking with someone on the phone.  He asked me
something but I can't remember exactly what...something about wanting
company.  I said sure (remember my innocence).  He asked me how old I was
and I said 18.  He repeated this over the phone, listened then said
something to me about being 21.  I quickly said I was 21....just kidding
about the 18.....really I'm 21.  Looking back it sounds like I was
begging....I think now, I was.  Anyway the owner passed this information
on and hung up.  He looked at me and said I should be good to (God I wish
I knew his name - fuck it I'll call him Juan) Juan because he was the son
of a very important person in San Juan.  He took me to a room and said I
could use it.  

I don't know how long I sat in that dark room before the door opened and
Juan walked in.  I don't know if he even looked at me.  He just came in
and started taking his clothes off.....shoes, shirt, trousers, underwear.
 I stood up and Juan pressed me back against a dresser and tried to kiss
me.  I turned my head and told him I didn't like that.  He let go and
took a couple steps back.  I walked over to him and he put his hands on
my shoulders and pushed me to my knees.  I've never seen a cock so close,
the balls, the pubic hair, the darker color of his cock.  (I wish I was
there right now........it was beautiful).  I felt him pull me forward and
I didn't fight it at all.  His cock and balls in my face......the first
time in my life......WOW.  I moved my lips to his cock and put him in my
mouth.  He wasn't all the way hard and I could feel him growing.  I loved
it......I absolutely LOVED it.  I put my hands on his thighs and started
sucking my mouth up and down his shaft (not very far I'm sure).  I don't
remember feeling his hands on me anywhere and I remember thinking I
wanted them on my head.  Taking me, claiming me.  I don't know how long I
knelt in front of him but I stopped  and I said something about not doing
this alone and then stood up.  I turned my back to him for some reason
and when I turned around again he was sitting at the edge of the bed.  I
looked down and saw his soft cock and his balls hanging under it.  It
looked beautiful....perfect.  I don't know if I said something to him
about being more forceful or what.....I just remember going over,
kneeling, and bowing my head down to his cock.  I kissed it and put him
in my mouth.  I remember having his cock in my mouth and it was
FANTASTIC.  AGAIN I didn't feel his hands holding me, pulling me down his
cock......I didn't feel him taking charge and it wasn't long and I
stopped and got up saying something about that.  Juan stood up and said
"you want force?" and threw me on the bed.  WOW it was happening.  Juan
straddled my chest and I watched his hard cock and his balls come towards
my face.  I raised my head and opened my mouth for his cock.  I wrapped
my lips around him and raised and lowered my head from the bed....sucking
him.  My neck started getting sore and I finally lowed my head to the bed
and his cock came out.  I told him my neck hurt and he got all pissed
off, got up, put his clothes on and went out to the bar.  Really this is
the end of the story because nothing else happened.  The nextday the
headlines were about the moon landing.  

Juan (whoever you really are),for the last 32 years I've relived that
night, only the ending was different.  Puerto Rican's seem so strong
willed.....assertive and aggressive.  All I wanted was to be used.  To
feel your hands holding my head in place as you fucked my mouth.  Pushing
me down to your balls and telling me to lick them, to suck them.  To make
me submit to your will, your desires.  You came for a blowjob
Juan......you should have been man enough to take it......I was
there.....I was kneeling.  You let me down.  Since then I've changed the
ending.  This time my lips are wrapped around your cock and you are
cumming in my mouth.  I can't think about pulling away because your hands
are holding me in place.  That's what I wanted......no, in fact, it's
what I NEEDED.  Ever since Juan I've been available to you anytime you
wanted.  For the last 32 years you could come to me and daily, weekly,
monthly......any fucking time you wanted....and I would kneel in front of
you and suck you off.....no hassels....no bullshit.  I judge all cocks
and balls by what I remember to be Juan's.....  I have a weakness for
Puerto Ricans and if they sensed that in me, they would enjoy ownership
of my mouth too.

MaleStoryO