uniform formed in front of me on the ramp. My mind flashed back to my youth, and the kid looked like he could have been me, or I could have been him. It was actually not a sailor uniform, but camouflage trousers, a military green tee, and boots, and he had the physical appearance of being a soldier. He sort of waved me down, and I stopped, and as he approached my car window, I was having no sexual eye contact or sexual fantasies with him at all. Just patriotic. He asked very politely if I could give him a ride and I quickly agreed since our destinations were nearly the same, just several hours down the highway. He hopped in. He was actually pretty chatty and I was enjoying his company. He was a marine, which is almost as good as being in the navy I teased him.

I had not visually noticed what he was doing on his side of the car as we sailed along the Interstate until his question caused me to look his way to see that he had his cock out, fully rigid, and he asked simply “Do you want some of this?” How in the fuck did he know that I was not going to force him to get out, or call the police? I smiled, and put my hand on his knee, and then as he moved closer to me, let my hand drift over his cock. Even at that very moment in time, I was aware that I had never held another hard dick in my life, even in all my hotel room adventures. But now, I was doing it willingly and wanting to do it even more. I was now the guy pulling off to find a side road this time, just like had happened to me so many years before. When we found a deserted road, I went down on him. I was hungry for it. My first taste of cock.

He had been sucked more often than I had sucked dick, and he gave me all the instructions on exactly what he wanted me to do with his dick to make him feel good. And I had had plenty of experience on the receiving side, so I knew exactly what he wanted and I gave it to him in just the way he wanted. When he blew an elephant size load that I craved, he leaned back and said, “Wow that has to be one of the best blow jobs I have ever had.” I smiled to myself. He would never know it was my first.

We got back on the Interstate and drove some more but after about an hour, I was the one who asked if he wanted some more? He said “Sure”, and we found another deserted side road and I gave him my second ever blowjob. And the third one a few hours later when he agreed to spend a couple hours in a motel with me. When I asked him to blow me, I had to swallow hard and accept it when he said, “Hey guy, I love to get blown but I am totally straight and I do not do that.”

Time passes. I now have learned that I like to both give and receive, orally. It took me a long time to get to this place in