It was the seventies, I was too young to mention here, and I was wild and rebellious without a cause. I was already hitchhiking to Toronto to spend the day exploring the streets, sometimes till well after dark. One day I was walking downtown when I heard a man call out..

"JOHN!" (not my name)

I didn't turn, but a moment later I felt a hand on my shoulder...

"JOHN?"... "oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. You really look like him, he's a good looking kid too. Say, I was just about to get lunch, can I buy you a burger?"

I was a teenage boy, I was always up for a free meal. We slipped into a dept. store lunch counter and took a booth. During lunch he asked me if I liked dirty pictures. When I said I did, he motioned for me to look under the table, where he held a pocket sized book of porn. I thought the pictures were pretty hot.

"I've got a lot more, and better stuff in my room. It's just a couple blocks from here, wanna go see?"

I followed him to a flop house hotel around the corner, and up to his room where he spread some magazines out on the bed. There were a couple of gay mags, but mostly straight stuff. I started to flip through some "Big Un's" type mag, and he kept trying to get me to lay down on the bed. He touched my leg several times and I knew sooner or later he would touch my cock. But I didn't want to lay down so I moved to a chair in the corner, magazine still in hand. He slid to his knees in front of me as I sat there, placed his hands on my inner thighs and gently opened my legs further. His hands were hot through my jeans and he crept them forward, and softly covered my hard-on with one hot hand. He squeezed slowly and my hips twitched involuntarily. I lowered the magazine, I wanted to watch, but he pushed the book back up in front of my face and said,

"Keep looking at the pictures... just look at the pictures..."

I don't remember a single picture... 

I remember the  the feel of his fingers slipping inside my waistband to un button my jeans, how slowly and gingerly he pulled down my zipper. With each movement his hands brushed against my erection. He pulled down my underwear and rubbed his stubbly cheek on me, I could feel him exhale, his warm breath caressed me. All I could think about was how close his mouth was to my cock. 

"lift up" he said and slipped his hands under my ass, grabbing my jeans at the hips and pulling them down to my ankles. I slid forward on the chair and he took me by the hips and lowered his face to my crotch. He began to lick my balls and his tongue was rough, like a cats tongue, I'd never felt anything like it before. I'd had a BJ from a girl, but this was different. He licked and sucked my balls untill his saliva was running down my ass. Then he moved to my cock, licking his way up to the tip and back down, again continuing until I was sloppy with his spit. I arched my back and spread my legs wider and he slipped his lips over my head. His tongue flicked furiously, then he began to move the tip in and out, just the head, no more. I thought I'd explode, but somehow I didn't. 

His hands were on me now, caressing my balls, stroking my now quivering cock, all the while sucking my head in and out between his lips. Suddenly he gulped me all in, I felt his rough tongue sliding on my shaft. His hands pulled me up to meet him, he gagged a little, then continued with renewed enthusiasm. I was lost in the rush of sensations, my entire being seemed focused between my legs. The delicious slipperyness of being covered with saliva, his hands sliding on my shaft, fingers tickling my balls, being enveloped by his warm mouth, moaning, slurping and gulping as he so greedily suckled my cock. He seemed to know when I was close and he'd release my cock and return to my balls untill I calmed down before beginning again. I don't recall how many times we repeated this procedure before I could take no more.

" I'm gunna cum..."  I said, expecting him to pull away and maybe finish me by hand, but he didn't.

He clamped his lips around me and began to suck me in a steady rythum. I erupted and he sucked harder, as if to pull the cum from me. I could almost feel the sperm being drawn from me, and it seemed to go on forever. He gulped and swallowed every drop, then licked me clean....

I got dressed and left quickly, but I think about that blowjob often.