thought about it. I vowed to never let anyone know and I buried it in my heart and soul, no one was ever going to know that I got sucked off by some queer.

Time passes. The next time I got sucked off, I married her. I was one year out of the navy, and still very inexperienced sexually, and after only a couple of dates, I found a side road that was deserted so that I cold practice making out with this gal, and she undid my fly and she went down on me. I held off as long as I could, but she had an expertise that was not to be denied, and I never saw the voluminous amount of protein that I delivered to her either. I was hooked by her blowjob, and the several that followed, and we got married not long after that first blowjob.

Time passes. Just like all the old jokes, she stopped oral sex with the conclusion of the wedding ceremony, concentrating on baby making until we had a couple of kids. I just tried to not think about sex very much, especially blow jobs but occasionally I did and I would jerk off remembering my first one as a young sailor.

Time passes. Eighteen years after receiving my first blowjob while a young sailor, I met another sailor. I was on a business trip, and in the hotel bar was a sailor in his dress whites, and I was magnetically drawn to him where we struck up a conversation. We were the same age, and he had entered the navy at eighteen just as I had done and now he was thirty-four and an officer. We drank a lot of beer together, reminiscing like old navy buddies which we were not, then drifted to his hotel room where he was going to change from his dress whites to something more casual so that we could go out and hit some bars. In his room, he put a hand on my knee, then quickly moved to my crotch, and undid my fly. All this seemed familiar but I was not scared this time, though I still was unsure about the man to man sex, and amazed that this handsome stud was queer. He went down on my hard cock while I was mulling over all my thoughts. He, too, kept me on the edge for a long, long while before I unloaded, and I never saw the contents of my volcanic orgasm as he drained me dry and licked me clean.

There was no car to exit from this time, but I was up and out the door before he had returned from the bathroom where he was cleaning himself up. I never saw him again. But the very way that we had hooked up gave me the idea that this might happen again, if I hung out in the hotel bar, and of course it did. During my weeklong trip, I got a blowjob every night I was there. And on a couple of nights, I got more than one. I learned that it was all a matter of the eye contact, and the various body language that I was beginning to recognize in someone who wanted to suck my cock. I was pleased with my learning the signals. I would wink and nod and would lead the guy to my room,