How I Became A Submissive Cock Sucker Pt 2

In order to explain how things unfolded and how I came to be a good little cock sucker, I will have to take you back to the start of my sexual life, to the beginning of my relationship with my wife.
Part 1
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In real life, my name is Jon. Online, I’m CuriousOne. This is my story.
At least, it’s how my story started. I will tell of my life and my introduction into alternative and taboo areas of my sexuality. It’s not the path I had planned my life to take, but through choices I made, life events, and discoveries along the way, it’s the path my life took.
In order to explain how things unfolded and how I came to be a good little cock sucker, I will have to take you back to the start of my sexual life, to the beginning of my relationship with my wife. Bear with me as I take you on the journey of my sexual revelations and my journey to becoming a good little cock sucker.
As I write this story, I find myself reflecting and even reliving certain moments. At times it’s amazing, even to me. In other moments, it’s hard to believe. Be it good, bad, or indifferent, it is my life.
Before I start with the more in depth issues of how I came to love being a submissive cocksucker, you have to understand, that growing up in the fifties and sixties wasn’t all juke joints, soda jerks, and bobby socks.
We were less aware of sex and sexuality than you may think. Holding hands and kissing a girl was considered daring and brash behavior for my generation. Touching each other, even in the most remote sexual way was not done.
Most of my peers were married as virgins with very little knowledge of sex. Or...