sort of nagged him as to whether he had had any pubescent experiences, and he denied even these. I insisted that every male in the world had done some cock comparisons with high school buddies while growing up and he denied doing even this. He insisted that he had never seen a man’s erection in the sexual sense, though he did sort of sheepishly admit that he had seen plenty in the medical biological sense of examinations, which he quickly dismissed.

I pressed him about his college years, when the testosterone is flowing harder and faster than at any other time in a man’s life, surely had had some male encounters there. He seemed to waver a bit, and I was in the mode of “Gotcha”. He seemed pained to tell me, but the short story soon came out: he had sought some special help from a chemistry professor who was going to help him get from a B to a grade of A. Of course, this meant some out of hours study with the professor at the professor’s home.

Chris admitted his naïveté even while the professor asked to feel his biceps, and then his muscular chest, asking Chris to get shirtless, which he did, though he insisted he was embarrassed by the request. With the professor fondling his pecs, and then moving to his crotch, his dick turned to stone. Chris allowed the professor to remove his trousers and jockeys, and allowed him to lean over to swallow him in his first ever blow job. He said he had simply closed his eyes and fantasized that this was his girlfriend and he got through it all just fine. Chris was certainly a Grade A mass of humanity and a good student and Chris felt he had earned the grade.

With this singular painful revelation, Chris vehemently denied any other male sexual incident in his past. When Chris gave me the blowjob, I mentally concluded that no way could this be his first time with a dick in his mouth. He insisted he had never sucked cock but was simply doing what the professor in college had done to him in that one experience. I finally believed everything he said.

When he asked about my prior male experiences, my past was not as virginal as his. I had been introduced to male sex almost the day after I started puberty by a buddy who had been taught a lot by his older brother. Then with a couple cousins on a summer vacation, I added more skill to my repertoire, including how to 69, swallow, rim, and I watched them fuck each other though I had not gotten involved as yet with that activity. In high school, there were a number of buddies to explore sex with, and the adult males in the little farming community were not opposed to cock sucking with boys our age. And then there was college, and I told him just a few stories of encounters in college. His eyes were wide, but even so, I did not feel that I could or should reveal all of my experiences, which would seem very much to him to be a sordid past. So I stopped there, and told him with finality, “And then I got married.”

Chris was listening with rapt attention, with his right hand firmly around his boner of great proportion. Chris did not have extraordinary length, but