Paying for it.
PART 1


My wife and I searched for a condo for six months before we found one we truly wanted. 
It was an upscale apartment complex in suburban Atlanta that was converted to condos 
about 4 years before we bought in. Im a computer specialist and my wife Nancy is a 
legal assistant. We are both in our mid thirties.  Most of the owners were young 
professionals except for a few people that rented from absentee owners. Two renters, 
Janet and Larry live down the hall from us. Janet is a registered nurse and Larry has 
frequently changing blue collar jobs. Larry is in his mid twenties and about 6 feet tall 
with an average build. Janet is also in her mid twenties and is a shapely blond with really 
great legs.
 
One Saturday afternoon, I came across Larry smoking a joint behind the tennis courts. I 
have a weakness for smoking pot. So, when Larry offered me a toke, I took him up on the 
offer. Since then, I stop by Larrys place a couple of times a week when Janet is working 
and toke up. Nancy doesnt want pot at our home, because her legal profession would be 
jeopardized if we were busted. But, she doesnt want to deny me the pleasure of 
occasionally getting a buzz on. 

My other pleasure, that my wife doesnt know about, is that I like to suck cock. The 
opportunity doesnt present itself that often, but I wish it would. I started sucking when I 
was an early teenager experimenting with a couple of my weirder junior high school 
friends. We would suck each others young hard cocks, but nobody ever came. This 
practice only lasted a short time. It was then that I found out that it is a real turn on for me 
to take a mans cock in my mouth. In my later teenage years, I occasionally stumbled 
across a pickup place where gay men would find action. Many of the men were older and 
more experienced. Occasionally, one of them would insist upon sucking me off, but 
mostly they were content to have me get on my knees and service their cocks. I soon 
learned that it was expected that the man I was sucking would cum in my mouth. Most of 
the time, they would cum without any warning. At one popular pick up spot, I kept 
running into a guy, named Jim, who was in his late twenties or early thirties. He was 
definitely not into reciprocation. He had a fancy van with tinted windows and captains 
chairs in the back that could swivel. He would drive to a secluded place, where we would 
get into the back. He would drop his pants and underwear and sit in one of the captains 
chairs. I would get on my knees and suck him off. He would like to hold my head with 
both hands and take control the tempo and depth. When he would cum, he would use his 
control of my head to make my mouth slowly stroke his cock until it started to soften.  I 
would then spit his cum into a paper towel that I brought with me. On our fourth 
encounter, after I sucked and spit, he looked down on me and said You know, blow boys 
like you are supposed to swallow cum. My cum is gift to a boy like you. It is 
disrespectful for you to spit it out.  I was surprised and hurt by his criticism. I thought 
that he totally liked my performance. He must have read my face because he continued 
by saying I like the way you blow me. You just need a little work on the swallowing 
part. Ill tell you what we are going to do. Ill let you suck me off again in a few minutes. 
My load will be a lot smaller the second time and Ill help you swallow it. Now why 
dont you lick my balls to get me into the mood again? I didnt much like the slimy 
texture of cum. The taste varied from man to man but it was mostly bitter and salty. But, I 
didnt want to displease Jim. So, I leaned forward and started licking his balls. After I 
licked for a while, Jim taught me how to gently take each testicle into my mouth and 
gently massage it. He seemed to be enjoying my ball worship and in about ten minutes 
his cock started to show life again. Jim slipped his left testicle from my mouth and 
inserted his cock and I got to work. My knees were getting really sore by the time Jim 
was ready to come again. As his breathing got faster he said Tilt your head back and 
look me in the eyes when I cum. I didnt have much choice because he held my head in 
his firm grip and tilted it back. I kept my eyes locked on his as he reached his orgasm. 
When he came pushed in to the back of my mouth, which was easy with my head tilted 
back. When he came he said Thats a good cocksucker. Now swallow it down. With his 
cock still firmly in my mouth, he reached down with one hand and started massaging my 
throat. This caused an almost involuntary reaction and I found myself swallowing his 
load. He was right. There wasnt much cum to swallow this time. As he pulled up his 
pants and we got ready to go, I asked his for sip of his soft drink that he had left up front. 
After having him cum in my mouth twice and swallowing one load, the taste of his cum 
was intense. He just smiled and said I dont think so.  You need to get used to the taste 
and having your mouth and throat coated with my cum. We hooked up eight more times 
and Jim made me worship his balls and swallow his cum twice during each encounter. 
Jim stopped coming around, but I met other guys and I swallowed their cum and licked 
their balls, if they let me. 
When I was in my mid twenties, I discovered an adult bookstore about twenty five miles 
away. They had about twenty peep booths. Five booths had gay movies and waist high 
holes in the walls. I soon discovered what a glory hole was and how the signals worked. 
There were other cocksuckers who worked the booths so it was important to get the 
signals straight. I was always impatient and would signal anybody coming into an 
adjacent booth asking  to let me suck him. If it was another cocksucker, he would usually 
leave. I always tried to get one of the booths with holes to other booths on both sides. 
This doubled my opportunities. I didnt mind if somebody could look through the hole 
and see me sucking someone on the other side. They could wait their turn. I spent hours 
kneeling on the cum soaked floor sucking strange cocks. The place wasnt cleaned that 
often and I took to wearing shorts and Teva sandals to keep the cum from staining the 
knees of my pants and getting on my shoes. I would take the Tevas off when I got in a 
booth. I found, for some reason, that I liked walking and kneeling in the cum left by so 
many men. I sucked several hundred cocks of different sizes, shapes, colors and ages 
over the years. Occasionally, after I started sucking someone, they would pull back and 
come around into my booth and get a more personal blow job. These were always take 
charge guys who would like to hold my head and totally control the action. I would 
always try to worship their balls and most guys would let me. I never knew what was 
going to happen. Some times the store would be empty or no one would come into the 
suck booths. Other times the action was brisk. On my best afternoon, I sucked off five 
guys in three hours. Most of the time, if I spent and hour or two, I would give at least one 
blow job. 


Continued in Part2

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