College
I matriculated to a small Midwestern university once I graduated high school. College was an education for this young man, but not in the traditional sense. Oh, I was a good student, don't get me wrong, but I learned something that set me on the path that got me where I am today.
I actually don't remember when it was this happened. I'm guessing it was my sophomore year. There was a classroom building on campus that was named after a distant relative of mine. Up until that time, I had never had reason to enter the building, but given its namesake, I decided I'd take a tour one afternoon while I had the time.
Honestly, folks, I did need to go to the bathroom while I was on this tour. I entered the first floor men's room and took a seat in a stall. I quickly noticed a large hole in the partition between my stall and the one to my right. And just as quickly, I noticed the beefy thighs sitting on the stool next to me. I remember the was wearing a white cable knit sweater. After a short time had passed, he dropped his hand between his thighs and idly scratched his pubes. I was captivated, and maybe he noticed, because the idle scratching became more pronounced "fiddling", until he soon had a hardon sticking up between his legs.
Again, details blur on the exact sequence of events, but I believe I reciprocated the actions. As soon as he noticed this, he stood and turned towards the hole and slid his tumescent penis right through it! It seemed I knew instinctually what I should do. I opened my mouth and took his manhood into it and I sucked my first cock. I was intoxicated and took to it like a duck takes to water. And it didn't take long before he shot a hot load of semen into my sucking mouth. I loved it.
Needless to say, I visited that bathroom many, many more times. I mean, I went there a lot. Soon, it got a bit too popular. Vanity suggests I had something to do with that (being as good at giving blowjobs as I was learning to be), but more holes were added between the other stalls, and that increased presence actually cut down on the action, given we were all paranoid about doing something when we didn't know anything about anyone else in the place.
I started looking for other places to practice my new found hobby. There weren't many other places, but once I got a car, I had a bit more freedom. There was a rest stop about eight miles out of town that was a good place to swallow cum. I spent a lot of time there, too.
Through it all, I was still thinking this was probably just a phase I was going through. Sooner or later, I would marry and have kids. I was a good little choirboy at one of the town's churches and even dated one of the girls on the choir, although it was all very chaste. There was never anything more than a kiss; after all, we were "good" kids.
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