A true story. The night of the first moon landing, I was on my knees in front of another man for the first time. I was in San Juan, Puerto Rico and basically exploring the many small hotels along the beach. At one particular hotel someone was standing out front and he offered me use of HIS hotel to walk the beach, change clothes, use the bar etc. Then I was just 18 (I'm now 50), and came from a small midwest farming community. I drank at the bar and visited with some of the guests and owner......I'm not sure when it dawned on me that this was a "GAY" hotel. It just didn't seem to matter....I'm sure the drinks had something to do with it.
I know I ended up going with the owner"s" (they were a gay couple) to the airport because one was leaving on a trip. I don't remember the trip back. After being back a short while I walked into the lobby/office area where the owner was talking with someone on the phone. He asked me something but I can't remember exactly what...something about wanting company. I said sure (remember my innocence). He asked me how old I was and I said 18. He repeated this over the phone, listened then said something to me about being 21. I quickly said I was 21....just kidding about the 18.....really I'm 21. Looking back it sounds like I was begging....I think now, I was. Anyway the owner passed this information on and hung up. He looked at me and said I should be good to (God I wish I knew his name - fuck it I'll call him Juan) Juan because he was the son of a very important person in San Juan. He took me to a room and said I could use it.
I don't know how long I sat in that dark room before the door opened and Juan walked in. I don't know if he even looked at me. He just came in and started taking his clothes off.....shoes, shirt, trousers, underwear.
I stood up and Juan pressed me back against a dresser and tried to kiss me. I turned my head and told him I didn't like that. He let go and took a couple steps back. I walked over to him and he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. I've never seen a cock so close, the balls, the pubic hair, the darker color of his cock. (I wish I was there right now........it was beautiful). I felt him pull me forward and I didn't fight it at all. His cock and balls in my face......the first time in my life......WOW. I moved my lips to his cock and put him in my mouth. He wasn't all the way hard and I could feel him growing. I loved it......I absolutely LOVED it. I put my hands on his thighs and started sucking my mouth up and down his shaft (not very far I'm sure). I don't remember feeling his hands on me anywhere and I remember thinking I wanted them on my head. Taking me, claiming me. I don't know how long I knelt in front of him but I stopped and I said something about not doing this alone and then stood up. I turned my back to him for some reason and when I turned around again he was sitting at the edge of the bed. I looked down and saw his soft cock and his balls hanging under it. It looked beautiful....perfect. I don't know if I said something to him about being more forceful or what.....I just remember going over, kneeling, and bowing my head down to his cock. I kissed it and put him in my mouth. I remember having his cock in my mouth and it was FANTASTIC. AGAIN I didn't feel his hands holding me, pulling me down his cock......I didn't feel him taking charge and it wasn't long and I stopped and got up saying something about that. Juan stood up and said "you want force?" and threw me on the bed. WOW it was happening. Juan straddled my chest and I watched his hard cock and his balls come towards my face. I raised my head and opened my mouth for his cock. I wrapped my lips around him and raised and lowered my head from the bed....sucking him. My neck started getting sore and I finally lowed my head to the bed and his cock came out. I told him my neck hurt and he got all pissed off, got up, put his clothes on and went out to the bar. Really this is the end of the story because nothing else happened. The nextday the headlines were about the moon landing.
Juan (whoever you really are),for the last 32 years I've relived that night, only the ending was different. Puerto Rican's seem so strong willed.....assertive and aggressive. All I wanted was to be used. To feel your hands holding my head in place as you fucked my mouth. Pushing me down to your balls and telling me to lick them, to suck them. To make me submit to your will, your desires. You came for a blowjob Juan......you should have been man enough to take it......I was there.....I was kneeling. You let me down. Since then I've changed the ending. This time my lips are wrapped around your cock and you are cumming in my mouth. I can't think about pulling away because your hands are holding me in place. That's what I wanted......no, in fact, it's what I NEEDED. Ever since Juan I've been available to you anytime you wanted. For the last 32 years you could come to me and daily, weekly, monthly......any fucking time you wanted....and I would kneel in front of you and suck you off.....no hassels....no bullshit. I judge all cocks and balls by what I remember to be Juan's..... I have a weakness for Puerto Ricans and if they sensed that in me, they would enjoy ownership of my mouth too.
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