Every woman I ever had sex with got pregnant. That may not seem incredibly remarkable to you, but I want you to consider that they got pregnant even when we used condoms. They got pregnant when they were on the pill. And unbelievably they got pregnant from blowjobs too.
From my point of view it was a curse. I couldn't even enjoy handjobs, not even with a latex glove. It was like my swimmers were little supermen.
One time I had a wet dream on a camping trip and every girl in the neighboring tent was affected. Now that created some drama among all the couples.
As a result, I had no choice but to satisfy myself with solitary, and distant, masturbation. It worked for a time. Then with the help of erotic images in men's magazines it could stimulate me for a bit longer too.
But after a while, out of great need, I decided I had to turn to men. More specifically I decided to turn to men that would provide me with anonymous blowjobs. I didn't find them in the least attractive but the need for human touch and an actual warm receptacle can be quite compelling.
Initially once a week, I made the trip to this depressing adult bookstore filled with soulless patrons desperately wandering the aisles in search of unfound meaning.
In the beginning I could only use the more impersonal glory hole. But in time it didn't matter whether I used the glory hole, or let them into my booth. The result was always me dropping a needed load while gazing at mere images of hot sex acts on screen.
Their wet mouths were so much better than my hand that I forgot to care about the seedy vibe or the sticky floors, or even the ever present smell of bleach.
I never worried about STDs as I had long ago discovered that my ejaculate would kill any infectious microbe. I could even apply it to my skin as an antibiotic. Of course I couldn't share that secret with any of my previous girlfriends because the mere act of putting some on their skin would impregnate them.
As the weeks dragged on I needed ever more raw and shocking videos to overcome my lack of interest in the pitiful empty vessels who begged vacantly for the honor of sucking my dick.
I had started with simple blowjob videos. Moved on to threesomes, and from there to anal, then bondage, and finally tranny porn. But after two years I was running out of novel and stimulating material. What would I do when the porn no longer did it for me?
I never reciprocated and I never was enticed to try analizing any of them. Really, I was just masturbating with their mouths.
Just when I was feeling most hopeless a guy breezed into my booth who changed everything. He bounced in on light feet and the happy feelings radiating from him shocked me. It was so different from the morose emmanations I had noticed when I first started frequenting the place.
Unlike what I had seen before, he was full of life. His demeanor impressed me so I abandoned my usual screening process I used to determine if a dude was right and let him begin right away.
I was just about to sit back on the bench with my dick exposed when, face to face, I was arrested by the warmest smile. He looked me squarely in the eye and winked, "Hey, I know you. I've sucked you off at least a dozen times."
I can't say I remembered him. With a twinkle in his eye his fingers unzipped my fly deftly, then he fell to his knees cheerily. He plunged his whole mouth down to the base before the porn could even get me hard.
Suckling on my soft cock he hummed cheerily while I selected a channel to watch. This time I settled on a transexual lesbian flick. The 'girls' were fine babes and the imagery was hot enough to give me a hard on.
As my phallic flag rose to attention it gradually invaded his mouth, snaking its way over his tongue then right into his throat. He never once moved, he just let it expand slowly to fill him up.
Curious, I waited to see how long before he pulled off for air. On screen one girl was saying to the other, "I could eat you forever." Could he eat me forever? I marveled at the married man kneeling before me, "You need it more than air - don't you?" He sucked harder.
When the scene changed I wanted to fuck his mouth like the actual pussies I'd given up on so long ago. At long last I was really enjoying myself rather than merely biding my time until I could coax an orgasm from my uninspired penis.
My cock slid in and out, slow or fast, depending on how hot the mock lesbian action was at any particular moment. In general over the course of the preceding months, it was taking me longer and longer to finish as the porn was providing me with less and less mental stimulation, and today was no different. A half hour into my use of his throat and he showed no signs of wavering.
On the TV the girls were sixty-nining. Two sets of sex organs were being licked by two full sets of sexy lips. Oh how I missed soft bodies and musical feminine laughter.
Finally my orgasm bubbled up timidly. I hurried myself along before I lost it.
I emptied my balls, with slightly more gusto than was my current perfunctory style. Jets and dribbles went forth, faster than a speeding bullet, able to leap tall buildings - well, not really. But there was a lot. I always produced a lot, even if my orgasms as of late were relatively lame.
The man on his knees gulped like a man in the desert drinks water. He couldn't get enough and showed no signs of stopping.
When I realized that I had been hugging his head I let the hapless man go. Still, he took his sweet time to release my deflating dick. Unlike me, he really wanted and enjoyed our brief homosexual tryst.
My shriveling penis fell free, wet and momentarily happy and leaking a final drop that he lapped up greedily with a loud slurp. Before I could thank my helper he thanked me profusely. It really was too much.
I noticed his body quaking, he gave a shiver, then getting up spryly for a man his age he asked, "Is it pineapple juice? I've heard that makes it taste good?"
"No." I answered simply, "It's just me."
