I Only Give Blowjobs

After being initiated into the exquisite wonders of giving men oral pleasure by my cousin, I was ravenous for my next cock. As first experiences go, my much older cousin had been an amazing happenstance. After our summer and fall of frequent, very gratifying sessions came to an end, it was a long time before I had the delicious sensation of a man’s dick in my mouth again.
It was over two years before I lay between a man’s legs again. I was shy and would not approach men. I was mortified at the prospect of misreading a man and having him repulsed, possibly violently by a misdirected proposition. I was not “out” as bi-sexual and never would be. So I resigned myself to the fact that it might be a very long time before another man would invite me into his pants.
By the age of twenty-one I had taken a really crappy job, but it did require some travel for training. For a kid who had never been anywhere, that part of it was pretty cool. I was in Chicago for a training session to be indoctrinated into the corporate culture of a big chain of catalog and retail department stores. I had been through my first day of a near cult like session of brain washing when I sat in the hotel bar wondering why the fuck I hadn’t gone to collage instead, when I noticed a nice looking older gentleman in a suit drinking alone at the other end of the bar.
The large bar was empty except for about a half-dozen people. Each time I looked up at the lonely gentleman I’d noticed, he would smile and nod at me. It could have been just a friendly gesture but after three beers I figured there was no harm...