In my youth, I heard my older brother Artie and his friends talking about receiving blow jobs from their girlfriends. They would brag about how great the orgasms were and laugh about the girls that swallowed and those that spit.
I would often masturbate with those stories ringing in my mind. I would achieve very good orgasms but wondered how good it would be if I was cumming in a mouth after being sucked off. I decided I needed sucked off and needed it bad.
But alas, I had no girlfriend, as I was painfully shy. I didn't even have the nerve to approach the ladies of the night working the South Orange Blossom Trial in Orlando.
I had been a baseball fan since playing Little League baseball in Apopka, Florida and often attended Orlando Twins games at Tinker Field. One warm summer evening I left the Tinker Field parking lot heading for the South Orange Blossom Trail. I stopped at a red light, and as I waited, a hooker leaned in my window and asked, "Have you been taken care of tonight."
Tongue tied I finally blubbered out, "How much for a BJ?"
"Here is the score sonny, $50 for a BJ, $75 for a fuck, and $100 for a half and half," she replied,
I had no idea what a half and half was but in no way was I going to let on about my ignorance.
"I only have enough for a BJ, so I will settle for that," I said. "Let me in and then turn right. There is a place right up the OBT where we can park," she said. I let her in and she said, "Go."