where I would undo my fly and let him have my cock. I never did not get completely undressed, and my partners never did, but we did not get the trousers off, simply down. I kind of prided myself on "not touching" or really “not seeing” any hard cock myself, but showing mine to those who would suck me. After all, I was “straight” so I told them.

When I got back home after that first week-long frenzy of cock sucking, I tried to forget about all of that, embarrassed and guilty that a married man like myself would get involved with such things. I could not forget, no matter how hard I tried. I wanted more, and began to seek the out-of-town trips, where before I had often rejected the trips since I was such a family man. Now, I sought out such trips, and I knew that I was totally hooked on getting my dick sucked. By men.

Somehow it progressed that as I got more familiar with the situation, and even though my consistent habit was to zip up immediately after I had thrust out my last drop and call off the game, I got more involved with it. For example, once when a guy absolutely insisted that I get naked before he would blow me, I wanted it so badly, that I broke my own rule, and got totally naked. I liked it, and so did my partner. I tried to not notice that he was also naked, and when I blew my load I sent him on his way regardless. Us straight guys did not hang around after losing a big load, did we? But even this changed as time progressed.

I grew to liking the nakedness, and found that my partners would often do a lot more than just suck me if I was on full display, and the ball licking and ball washing was driving me nuts. From then on, I always got naked, often asking the guy to undress me, which I found to be a turn-on, and always telling everyone that I was totally straight and not really familiar with this activity. Most of the guys seemed to like the fact that I was “straight” and I used that to my advantage. The first rim job that I got sent me climbing the walls, and I did not know how long it was going to take for me to recover from the ecstasy of it all. I was now also letting my partners get naked, often encouraging it (“Let me see what you’ve got.”) and would enter into conversation with them, though I still was not active in any way. When someone would ask or plead with me to help them unload, I would smile and simply tell them I was straight and I did not do that. And I would ask if they wanted a second round of me, and they often did.

Time passes. I had now been actively seeking blowjobs for several years, and had hit my fortieth birthday knowing that I was finding more satisfaction in this form of man to man sex than I had ever imagined or expected. Sometime after my fortieth birthday, I met another soldier.

I was driving between cities and just entering the Interstate on-ramp not far from my house when the vision of a sailor in