It's been nearly twenty five years ago, but I will always remember the Summer of 1999 as The Summer Spent Sucking Cock. Through a Yahoo Chat room I hooked up with a guy about five years younger than I. I was 49 at the time, and like him, I was (still am) a married straight guy whose 'cock curiosity' was about to drive me nuts. Our first opportunity came when my ex-wife was out of town visiting relatives. We met late one steamy June evening in a shopping center parking lot, where he got in my car and we went to my home.

The first time I sealed my lips over his spongy soft, circumcised head I was hooked. I swirled my tongue all over it. He was 'equipped' with seven and a half inches and though I am one who even chokes on small medication pills I was stunned at how easily I deep throated him. What s feast his tool was for my mouth and 'balm for the palm' of my hand as I stroked it. At one point, naked and laying on our sides, we faced each other's groin and engaged in mutual sucking. Later we took turns giving each other hand jobs and watched as our hands gradually took complete control of each other's mind and body for a few minutes, causing ropes of cum to fly out and up.

We found a nearby boat launch that on weekdays was mostly deserted, and at least once a week for the rest of that Summer we'd meet. I'd slip into his van, our zippers would part and we'd have 'lunch'. This wonderful experience ended when he claimed to be getting nervous about his wife finding out, but for all I know he found some other cock he liked better. Since then I've never sucked another one, but the memories are wonderful.