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JUB Addict
I had no idea what a blowjob was until I saw a crude sketch of one on a restroom wall in college. Although I heard the word bantered about in high school, I thought it had something to do with breathing hard on someone, certainly not with causing a guy to ‘’blow’’ a load like a volcano. I realized I was ‘’queer,’’ as was the term in those days for homosexual, but the idea of taking another guy’s cock into my mouth disgusted me while at the same time appealed to me.
The first time someone offered to give me a blowjob, I feigned indignation. I was fearful word might get around campus. When I took my first job in Chicago, the anonymity that the big city provided encouraged me to get a blowjob. The first time with a man, I shot my load as soon as the guy put my cock in his mouth. I became addicted, constantly cruising for someone to suck my cock. I did not understand what pleasure the other guy got from it until my regular cocksucker explained that he liked to hear me moan and feel my knees quiver when I came. I became more curious.
One night, with the door to my YMCA room ajar, a guy walked in, whipped out his dick, and ordered me to suck. I hesitated even though I wanted to suck it. He grabbed my head and face-fucked me. I heard him say ‘’Suck that fucking dick. Take it’’ through his moans of pleasure. I felt his knees quiver, heard him gasp, and then felt a flood of warm salty fluid rolling over my tongue and down my throat. He held my head in place as I gagged and choked ---- but I loved it. From that time on, I learned to give as well as receive blowjobs.
What motivated you to get or give your first blowjob?
The first time someone offered to give me a blowjob, I feigned indignation. I was fearful word might get around campus. When I took my first job in Chicago, the anonymity that the big city provided encouraged me to get a blowjob. The first time with a man, I shot my load as soon as the guy put my cock in his mouth. I became addicted, constantly cruising for someone to suck my cock. I did not understand what pleasure the other guy got from it until my regular cocksucker explained that he liked to hear me moan and feel my knees quiver when I came. I became more curious.
One night, with the door to my YMCA room ajar, a guy walked in, whipped out his dick, and ordered me to suck. I hesitated even though I wanted to suck it. He grabbed my head and face-fucked me. I heard him say ‘’Suck that fucking dick. Take it’’ through his moans of pleasure. I felt his knees quiver, heard him gasp, and then felt a flood of warm salty fluid rolling over my tongue and down my throat. He held my head in place as I gagged and choked ---- but I loved it. From that time on, I learned to give as well as receive blowjobs.
What motivated you to get or give your first blowjob?


/Not an experienced sucker here. ;D