I come from a large and fairly poor family. There were 12 of us altogether, mom, dad, 6 boys and 4 girls. Both mom and dad worked hard to keep us well fed, comfortably housed and properly clothed, but there wasn't a whole lot left over to put aside for college educations. From the time I was 13 and got my own paper route until I graduated from high school I always had some sort of a job to earn extra money and over the years I'd been able to sock away about $10,000. That wasn't enough to pay for four years, but it was a start. With student loans, grants and a work-study program it would be enough.
I decided to go to Northeastern in Boston both because of its academic reputation and the first class work-study program they offered. They had originated the concept back in the late 1940s and by now they were able to place their students in some pretty impressive positions that gave them a huge advantage when real job hunting began. Now that you know all this we can get down to the point of this story.
I love sucking cock, especially cock attached to a straight dude. To me having a butch stud spray his hot cum in my hungry mouth is the ultimate sexual high. By its very nature it isn't a sexual practice that is easily fulfilled. What with the macho attitude of our male oriented culture most guys are very reluctant to give it up to another guy, even though they know it might be the blow job of a lifetime. Still it happens often enough to make it worthwhile pursuing. Here's how I got hooked on straight meat.
It was the summer between my junior and senior year and I'd been placed as an intern with a small public relations firm on Boston's South Shore. There were only a dozen or so employees including the clerical staff and the owner was a 30 something powerhouse who exuded A-type personality traits. Since I wanted to go into public relations and since he was a real hunk I looked forward to working and learning from him. In fact I learned things that changed both my professional and personal life forever.
Even though I was 21 at the time I wasn't very experienced sexually. Sure I knew I was gay. From the time I first jerked off together with my brothers and friends I knew I had a definite interest in their dicks that went far beyond the typical curiosity boys had in each other's equipment. Still just because I knew it didn't mean I acted out on it. By the time I began working at William C. Marston Associates I'd had exactly two sexual encounters. The first more or less experimental with my best friend in high school involving a little sucking and mostly jerking each other off and a drunken 69 session with my college roommate during my freshman year where neither of us came and that we both claimed to have no recollection of. So I wasn't exactly a sexual man of the world.
Fortunately for me Bill Marston was. My role in the agency quickly developed into being the big boss's administrative assistant. The woman who usually held that position was out on maternity leave and since I was available at just the right moment, I got the job. It was the perfect position from which to really learn the inner working of the public relations business. Bill knew his stuff and none of the others on his staff was close to being his equal. He was the idea man, they mere foot soldiers.
Aside from looks and talent he was also personally charming, the kind of person you enjoyed being around even if you were working your ass off and we worked long hours, often late into the night. I of course quickly developed a huge crush on him, half hero worship, and half lust. He became the sole star of my masturbatory fantasies. Office gossip that our twice married and divorced boss was a total sex addict only made him more exciting to me. I could imagine myself giving him total satisfaction and shot many a load picturing him fucking my mouth, but I knew there was no chance and even if there was I didn't have the balls to try and find out.
Then on a late work evening, the last week of August just before my internship was to end, we were alone in the office putting the finishing touches on some newspaper ads for a political primary campaign. We were just about wrapped up when Bill pushed his chair back from the worktable, laced his hands together behind his head and stretched out completely. He expelled a deep sigh and looked across the table at me.
"Well Kyle, are you as tired as me?"
"Pretty much," I mumbled. What I was was horny. I couldn't wait to get into bed so I could pump out a long overdue load. I can't tell you how many bones I'd sprung during the work sessions just looking at this guy.
"Yeah, I'm tired and horny. How about you?"
I was shocked almost speechless, but as he was staring at me I had to respond so without thinking I blurted out, "I'm always horny."
He laughed, "me too. Trouble is I don't know if I'm more tired or horny. If I had the energy I'd drive into Boston and have my tubes cleaned."
I had never heard the expression before and my mind was moving in directions different from the conversation so I stupidly said, "I don't understand what that means."
"Am I that old? It means getting a blowjob. You do know what a blow job is?"
I felt the blood rising to my cheeks and I knew I must be scarlet, "yeah, I know what a blow job is, I just didn't, you know, think you'd drive into Boston and get one just like that. Isn't going with a prostitute expensive and a little dangerous?"
"If you go with a prostitute it's expensive and more than a little dangerous. But if you go into one of the peep shows in downtown Boston you can always get a great blow job just by sticking your cock through a hole in the wall of one of the booths. No muss, fuss or money and believe me you get a ball draining experience. I'm half hard just thinking about it."
Green and naive I still didn't see where this was going. "I didn't know girls hung out at places like that," I said proving just how dumb I could be.
He laughed, "You're either putting me on or your much more innocent than I suspected. Kyle girls don't hang out a places like that, gay guys do and are only too willing to suck off a hard guy in need."
"You mean you let guys blow you?" I asked afraid what I heard was too good to be true.
"Shit yes. Listen man I love sex more than anything and for me a blowjob is the best kind of sex. If I can get a great blowjob what difference does it make if the mouth is male or the mouth is female. I don't think there's any difference between the two. If a male mouth can give me pleasure and satisfaction why should I have any hang-ups about it? It's not like I'm making love to the person. He gets my fresh hot load and I get a great blowjob, everybody's happy. Why complicate life with petty, senseless inhibitions?"
"I agree with you," I stated almost too quickly. "It's just I just didn't expect a guy like you to have that kind of attitude. But why not?"
"Yeah, why not? I sure could use a good blowjob right about now. How about you, you feel like giving a real good blow job?"
"What?"
"I know you want it. I've seen you staring at me. I've seen that look on enough people to know what it means, so don't try and deny it. I'd really enjoy a blow job and I know you really want to give me one so why are we fucking around?"
His disentangled his hands, the left arm he brought down to rest on the arm of his chair the right he brought down so that his hand was resting at his crotch. He grabbed himself, stretching the fabric of his dress trousers around a massive bulge that had hitherto been hidden behind the generous cut of his expensive trouser material. I was entranced and there was no way I could refute his statements. I wanted him; I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. I stood and slowly made my way around the table toward him. When I was only a few feet from him I spoke.
"I've only done something like this a couple of times," I admitted, surrendering to our mutual needs.
"Don't worry, you're a natural I can tell, especially with my cock. Both men and women have told me I have the most suckable cock they've ever had. Just take it slow and easy, there's no rush, if you enjoy it, I'll enjoy it."
With that I was standing at his feet. He parted his out stretched legs and I sank to my knees between them. He moved his right hand away from his crotch placing it on the armrest and then thrust his pelvis in the direction of my face. I reached out with both my hands and unbuckled his belt, undid the hook and button of his trousers and lowered his fly. I reached between the flaps with my right hand and cupped the hard flesh of his rigid pole. I could tell it was very fat. He rose up on his hands and I knew he wanted me to slide his pants and underwear down below his ass, which I did. Then he kicked off his tasseled loafers and told me to remove the pants and briefs completely, "It'll give you more room and be more comfortable for both of us."
I returned to my previous position between his legs and for the first time took in the full beauty of one the greatest cocks I'll ever see. It was only about 6 inches long, but what it lacked in length it made up for in girth. That one eyed monster was fatter around than it was long and it had this meaty helmet cap already pumping out streams of crystal goo.
I couldn't help it, I had to lick it. I slurped down all the shiny pre-cum I could lay my tongue on and I felt Bill's body shudder at the same time a low moan escaped his throat. I worked it over good with my tongue until every inch and been tickled and teased, then I moved lower to his big egg shaped balls. I licked and chewed, Bill moaned and groaned. I moved back up to his cock and in one gulp took him to his pubes. He was right it was the perfect cock for sucking. Long enough to reach my throat, but short enough so that I didn't choke, fat enough to totally fill my mouth, but not so thick that I couldn't breath. He was also right about me being a natural.
A couple of minutes into it, it was as though I'd been smoking the old pole all my life. I was born to do it. From the effect my mouth was having on Bill there was no doubt he agreed. At this point he had placed his right hand on the back of my head and was slowly pumping his hips into my face as my tongue and lips worked on the sensitive skin of his shaft and glans.
"Fuck man, you sure you're not fucking with me, you suck cock like a fuckin' pro. Yeah take it all, take it right down your cock suckin' throat. Eat my fuck cock. Yeah just like that, do it. Lick the underside of the head, yeah just like that. Keep it going, oh boy, we're getting close. Keep licking, yeah, oh yeah. Now go up and down real fast, yeah just like that. OK, get ready, here it cums, take it baby, take my cum. UGH, oh shitttttttttttttttttttt!"
He collapsed back into his seat, but I hung onto to him. He may have been drained of energy but his balls were still pumping out a steady stream of cum. To this day it is the biggest load I've ever taken and it was my first. I've been addicted to cum and straight guys ever since.
That was five years ago. I've had two boy friends, at least a dozen other straight guys and numerous gay encounters, but Bill will always be special. By the way he gave me a job after graduation and I still work at William C. Marston Associates. Bill is on his third marriage and I'm about to try boy friend number 3, but regardless we still have our favorite type of conference at least once a week and really look forward when we have to go out of town together. Bill says having the best blowjob in town on the staff might even keep this marriage together. Me I like straight dick, most especially the boss's.