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 Paying for it.  PART 1

   My wife and I searched for a condo for six months before we found one we
truly wanted.  It was an upscale apartment complex in suburban Atlanta that
was converted to condos about 4 years before we bought in.  I'm a computer
specialist and my wife Nancy is a legal assistant.  We are both in our mid
thirties.  Most of the owners were young professionals except for a few
people that rented from absentee owners.  Two renters, Janet and Larry live
down the hall from us.  Janet is a registered nurse and Larry has
frequently changing blue collar jobs.  Larry is in his mid twenties and
about 6 feet tall with an average build.  Janet is also in her mid twenties
and is a shapely blond with really great legs.

   One Saturday afternoon, I came across Larry smoking a joint behind the
tennis courts.  I have a weakness for smoking pot.  So, when Larry offered
me a toke, I took him up on the offer.  Since then, I stop by Larry's place
a couple of times a week when Janet is working and toke up.  Nancy doesn't
want pot at our home, because her legal profession would be jeopardized if
we were busted.  But, she doesn't want to deny me the pleasure of
occasionally getting a buzz on.

   My other pleasure, that my wife doesn't know about, is that I like to
suck cock.  The opportunity doesn't present itself that often, but I wish
it would.  I started sucking when I was an early teenager experimenting
with a couple of my weirder junior high school friends.  We would suck each
others young hard cocks, but nobody ever came.  This practice only lasted a
short time.  It was then that I found out that it is a real turn on for me
to take a man's cock in my mouth.  In my later teenage years, I
occasionally stumbled across a pickup place where gay men would find
action. Many of the men were older and more experienced.  Occasionally, one
of them would insist upon sucking me off, but mostly they were content to
have me get on my knees and service their cocks.  I soon learned that it
was expected that the man I was sucking would cum in my mouth.  Most of the
time, they would cum without any warning.  At one popular pick up spot, I
kept running into a guy, named Jim, who was in his late twenties or early
thirties.  He was definitely not into reciprocation.  He had a fancy van
with tinted windows and captain's chairs in the back that could swivel.  He
would drive to a secluded place, where we would get into the back.  He
would drop his pants and underwear and sit in one of the captain's chairs.
I would get on my knees and suck him off.  He would like to hold my head
with both hands and take control the tempo and depth.  When he would cum,
he would use his control of my head to make my mouth slowly stroke his cock
until it started to soften.  I would then spit his cum into a paper towel
that I brought with me.  On our fourth encounter, after I sucked and spit,
he looked down on me and said "You know, blow boys like you are supposed to
swallow cum.  My cum is gift to a boy like you.  It is disrespectful for
you to spit it out." I was surprised and hurt by his criticism.  I thought
that he totally liked my performance.  He must have read my face because he
continued by saying "I like the way you blow me.  You just need a little
work on the swallowing part.  I'll tell you what we are going to do.  I'll
let you suck me off again in a few minutes.  My load will be a lot smaller
the second time and I'll help you swallow it.  Now why don't you lick my
balls to get me into the mood again?" I didn't much like the slimy texture
of cum.  The taste varied from man to man but it was mostly bitter and
salty.  But, I didn't want to displease Jim.  So, I leaned forward and
started licking his balls.  After I licked for a while, Jim taught me how
to gently take each testicle into my mouth and gently massage it.  He
seemed to be enjoying my ball worship and in about ten minutes his cock
started to show life again.  Jim slipped his left testicle from my mouth
and inserted his cock and I got to work.  My knees were getting really sore
by the time Jim was ready to come again.  As his breathing got faster he
said "Tilt your head back and look me in the eyes when I cum." I didn't
have much choice because he held my head in his firm grip and tilted it
back.  I kept my eyes locked on his as he reached his orgasm.  When he came
pushed in to the back of my mouth, which was easy with my head tilted back.
When he came he said "That's a good cocksucker.  Now swallow it down." With
his cock still firmly in my mouth, he reached down with one hand and
started massaging my throat.  This caused an almost involuntary reaction
and I found myself swallowing his load.  He was right.  There wasn't much
cum to swallow this time.  As he pulled up his pants and we got ready to
go, I asked his for sip of his soft drink that he had left up front.  After
having him cum in my mouth twice and swallowing one load, the taste of his
cum was intense.  He just smiled and said "I don't think so.  You need to
get used to the taste and having your mouth and throat coated with my cum".
We hooked up eight more times and Jim made me worship his balls and swallow
his cum twice during each encounter.  Jim stopped coming around, but I met
other guys and I swallowed their cum and licked their balls, if they let
me. When I was in my mid twenties, I discovered an adult bookstore about
twenty five miles away.  They had about twenty peep booths.  Five booths
had gay movies and waist high holes in the walls.  I soon discovered what a
glory hole was and how the signals worked.  There were other cocksuckers
who worked the booths so it was important to get the signals straight.  I
was always impatient and would signal anybody coming into an adjacent booth
asking to let me suck him.  If it was another cocksucker, he would usually
leave.  I always tried to get one of the booths with holes to other booths
on both sides.  This doubled my opportunities.  I didn't mind if somebody
could look through the hole and see me sucking someone on the other side.
They could wait their turn.  I spent hours kneeling on the cum soaked floor
sucking strange cocks.  The place wasn't cleaned that often and I took to
wearing shorts and Teva sandals to keep the cum from staining the knees of
my pants and getting on my shoes.  I would take the Tevas off when I got in
a booth.  I found, for some reason, that I liked walking and kneeling in
the cum left by so many men.  I sucked several hundred cocks of different
sizes, shapes, colors and ages over the years.  Occasionally, after I
started sucking someone, they would pull back and come around into my booth
and get a more personal blow job.  These were always take charge guys who
would like to hold my head and totally control the action.  I would always
try to worship their balls and most guys would let me.  I never knew what
was going to happen.  Some times the store would be empty or no one would
come into the suck booths.  Other times the action was brisk.  On my best
afternoon, I sucked off five guys in three hours.  Most of the time, if I
spent and hour or two, I would give at least one blow job.

   Continued in Part2
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