Unforgettable
For years I lived a straight life. This included marriage, 19 years of it, before I finally came to grips with who and what I was. Throughout my whole life I had good times and bad, but only once had I ever been truly satisfied. When I say satisfied I don't just mean sexually satisfied, I mean emotionally as well. That one time hovered at the back of my mind as I got older and I compared it to every experience I had. This may have been why I felt so dissatisfied with my life. It all stemmed from an experience I had as a young man, an adult ready to take on the world without having experienced anything.
One of my short falls had been my lack of experience with sex. I had girlfriends but the relationships never really went anywhere. They were all nice and we got along well, but they ended up being nothing more than good friends. It seems they all felt safe with me, not something most young guys want girls to feel, at least not if they are looking to get laid. So when I got out on my own I started looking for new experiences. One of the new experiences happened to be pornographic magazines and I could now get almost anything form one of the local bookstores.
It was on one of those expeditions to find new porno that I stumbled upon movie booths. Most of the stores had booths that showed XXX rated movies. It wasn't until I started checking these booths out that I discovered they had another function altogether. They were an avenue for men to get off. Now I had never considered homosexuality but when I discovered what happened in these booths the thoughts crept into my mind with a vengeance, finally leading to an encounter where I received my first blow job. While watching a movie and masturbating, my booth was invaded by another man. He knew exactly what was happening and never gave me the chance object. Before I knew it, he was on his knees sucking my cock.
I still don't remember much more about the encounter, it happened so quickly that I guess my mind just didn't register much of what happened. I climaxed, as I remember the guys spitting it out, so I know I at least enjoyed it that much, but outside of that nothing else. I remember straightening up and leaving as fast I could, just wanting to get home. After I got home my head began to clear and I realized what had happened. The spark had been lit. What I did remember stayed with me for several days. Every time I thought about it I would become aroused. Eventually I could no longer fight the feeling and decided to return to the store for another encounter. It was this encounter that would haunt me for years.