Summary:
An eighteen-year-old traveler meets an older man at a roadside motel. Conversation turns to private experiences, and the younger man ends up undressed while the older man watches and then performs oral sex. Years later the narrator, now in his later life, recalls the encounter and describes returning to similar situations, including his own first experience performing the act on another man and later attempts to swallow his own semen.
Here is your Story: I Got My First Blowjob from a Man in a Motel
I’m like so many others who got started young. I got my first blow job from a man when I was just 18. Jake talked me into exposing myself in his room at a cheap motel along Interstate 90 in South Dakota. He got me talking about the young women he’d liked at my age, how their soft tits felt pressed against him during late night drives after football games. Then he steered the talk to the girl I’d been seeing for a week and how she accidentally crushed her big tit into my arm at the drive in. The memory made my cock twitch in my jeans. Before long we were discussing masturbation, how good it felt to stroke one out after a long day hauling freight across the plains.
I sat in a straight-backed chair facing him while he lay on the bed. He rubbed his crotch and listened as I described a shared masturbation session in bed with my buddy after graduation. He was headed to college at OSU. I was headed to work on the rigs. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I recalled our hands moving under the sheets, the slick sound of skin on skin, the smell of teenage cum in the air. When he asked if we had touched or kissed, the idea repulsed me and he noticed my face twist. He quickly said he didn’t mean to imply anything. Then I saw his hand was inside his pants, stroking slow and steady. He told me about a guy in the shower down the hall who played with himself while looking at him, water running down both their bodies, steam filling the small space. The guy came over slowly and reached out to touch his dick. That’s when he let the guy suck him off, the wet heat of that mouth wrapping tight around his shaft.
motel room heat
He said lots of people let guys suck their dicks because the guys doing the sucking really love it, craving the taste of hot cum on their tongues. Some even say it’s okay to cum in their mouth, swallowing every drop like it’s the best meal. I stayed quiet, my own cock hardening at the thought. He said he wanted to jack off just thinking about how good it felt, the way a hungry mouth could milk him dry. He asked if I would watch him. I didn’t answer. I just looked at his crotch, pulse pounding in my ears. He pushed his pants off and used both hands, fingers sliding over the veined length, precum glistening at the tip. He was probably in his forties or older, skin weathered from years on the road. He played with it for a while, thumb circling the head, then sat up and took his shirt off. He was well tanned but not muscled, belly soft and inviting. I thought he might do something to me, but he just lay back down and looked at my crotch. He asked if I would jack off with him, voice low and rough.
I stood up and pulled it out through the zipper, my dick springing free into the cool motel air. He watched for a bit, eyes fixed on the way it throbbed. Then he said, “Let me see your ass.” I hesitated, heart hammering. He said he wasn’t going to do anything, he just liked looking at a firm young butt. I took my shoes off and got undressed, feeling exposed under his gaze. I started to sit, but he asked me to stand closer. He wanted me to point my dick at his and jack it while looking at him, the sight of two hard cocks filling the room with tension. I did it, fist pumping slow, the slap of skin loud in the quiet. He asked if I would get on top of him so he could watch better. I straddled his stomach, feeling the heat of his body beneath me. He rubbed my ass as I jacked off, fingers digging into the cheeks, spreading them slightly. After a while he used both hands to slide me up to his chest, my cock now inches from his face. He looked me in the eye and said he had lied. He was the guy who sucked the other man’s dick and loved the cum, swallowing it down like nectar. He asked if I would cum for him, tongue flicking out in anticipation.
I didn’t answer, but my hips rocked forward on their own. He had my ass in his hands and stared at my dick like a kid at Christmas, eyes wide and hungry. I started to cum and he covered it with his mouth, tongue swirling around the head as ropes of thick cum shot out. He pulled me in hard, sucking with wet, greedy sounds. I had to brace both hands on the wall to keep from hitting my head, the plaster cool against my palms. He moaned while I came longer than I ever had, body shaking, balls tight and emptying. I didn’t care what he was doing. It just felt good, the slick heat and suction driving me wild. He let me ease back and sit on his chest. From time to time he raised his head and swallowed me again, licking stray drops from my softening shaft. I sat there wondering if he expected me to do him, the idea both terrifying and strangely exciting. He raised up, puckered, brought his lips almost to my dick, and sucked hard. A drop of cum stretched into a string between my dick and his lips. I thought that was either the sickest or the hottest thing I had ever seen, my spent cock twitching at the sight.
decades later
He let me get up, legs shaky. He said I could come back anytime for a suck and cum two or three times a day if I wanted. He would eat every load, licking me clean each time. He also said he would show me more things I might like, his fat cock pressing against my thigh as he spoke. I was traveling for work. Our team left two days later. I thought about him when I jacked off in lonely hotel rooms, fist flying over my cock. The image of him sucking that string of cum always came back when I started to finish, making me shoot harder. I also wondered what it would feel like if he put his fat dick in me, stretching my ass open. That idea never appealed back then, though the memory lingered for years.
That was then. This is now. I would love to have him molest my ass with that heavy cock right now, feeling it push deep and claim me. I need a hard fuck, the kind that leaves me sore and dripping. I want a big load of cum inside me so I can enjoy getting it and then feel it leak out over my saggy balls, warm and slick. I am sixty years past that first blow job. I spent all those years with women before, during, and after marriage, fucking in back seats and marital beds. I got hundreds of blow jobs and have to admit that no matter how good the women were, nothing compares to a man who really loves the cum, who moans around your shaft and begs for more. I have had guys suck me who didn’t want it, their mouths dry and reluctant. That was disappointing, leaving me frustrated and half hard. After losing my last wife I used the self-service pump for over two years, stroking alone in the dark. It was a depressing time, my cock aching for real touch. Then I decided to live again. I went to the adult arcade and got a much-needed blow job, a stranger’s mouth working me until I flooded his throat. That started a routine. A few more years of that and it wasn’t enough, my hunger growing.
One day at the arcade a guy presented me with the most beautiful dick I had ever seen. It was almost three fingers thick, about seventy percent hard, clean, and it even smelled good, musky and clean. He didn’t rush or get too close at first. I sat there jacking off and clearly offering mine, precum beading at the tip. He had a pleasant smile while looking at my dick, his own twitching in invitation. I looked from his dick to his face and decided to try it. It must have been nine inches of meat that felt heavy and nice in my hand, veins pulsing under my fingers. I slid it into my mouth farther than I thought I could without gagging, the head hitting the back of my throat. I backed off all the way, then took it to the same depth again, saliva dripping down the shaft. I pinched it at my lips and backed off to see how much I had taken. Over five inches. I was shocked and proud, my own cock leaking onto the floor. He stayed still and kind. He could tell it was new to me. I repositioned for balance and tried again. When I reached my fingers I relaxed them and got a little more in, the taste of him flooding my senses. His hand on the back of my head gave gentle encouragement, fingers threading through my hair. I still don’t know how I did it, but I let my face fall forward and felt that monster slide into my throat, stretching me wide. I froze, checking if I would gag. I didn’t. Suddenly he swelled and pulsed, balls drawing up tight. I knew it was time. I stayed as long as I could but couldn’t breathe, throat working around the girth. When I pulled back he didn’t try to stop me. When I came off it I just looked at it with love, cum still oozing from the slit. More cum oozed out, thick and white. I got back on it like a true cum-loving cocksucker, sucking hard and swallowing every drop. I milked that big beautiful black cock until he took it from me, my jaw aching in the best way. I looked up. He had the same smile. His eyes held a knowing twinkle like he knew he had just converted me, turning me into the kind of man who craves cock and cum.
That brings me to yesterday. I woke up in the mood, my cock almost hard against my thigh. I had taken two Viagra the night before but decided against cumming then. I usually need four or five days between loads now, my body slower but the desire sharper. I decided to beat off in bed, hand wrapping around the familiar length. I had been trying to teach myself to eat cum after climax, the thought of swallowing my own seed making me throb. The thought often made me cum fast, but I lost interest once I started, shame creeping in. Three days earlier I had beat off, wiped my hand and dick clean, then a heavy late glob appeared on my stomach. I pinched it off and ate it, the bland taste coating my tongue. It was bland but the texture felt pleasant, slippery and warm. I was thinking about that when I started to cum, hips bucking up into my fist. I just let it fall onto my stomach, thick spurts painting my skin. When I finished I licked my hand for a considerable amount, tongue lapping at the sticky mess. It wasn’t a rush like when you are horny and sucking cum from another dick, but it was just something I wanted to do badly enough to do it, the flavor hitting me deep. I kept licking after all the cum was gone, chasing every trace. I raised up to see the pools on my stomach, glistening in the morning light. I scooped them up for my mouth too, swallowing greedily. I knew right then that would pay off many times in the future. First, I knew it would help me cum later just thinking about how I can eat cum, my cock already twitching at the memory of that first motel load and all the ones since.
