This is a true story of an experience I had when I was twenty years old and in the Navy, traveling to my active duty station in Norfolk, VA. It was 1970, and after completing basic training, I had visited my parents in Portland, OR before traveling to my active duty assignment.
There weren’t as many flights available back then as there are today, so I had to stay overnight at Chicago’s O’Hare airport, and then take an early flight out to Norfolk the next morning. Those were the only flights available, and since the Navy did not provide lodging for tha type of travel, it looked like I would have to sit in the terminal all night.
I was a normal heterosexual guy at that time and had many girlfriends and an active sex life with women. I did have some rather innocent homosexual experiences with my best friend, Mike, when we were about sixteen years old, but nothing since then. For a brief period we used to masturbate and sometimes suck each other’s dicks, but we only did that a few times, and then moved on to girls. I do have to admit that although I had no homosexual contact since those early experiences, I still had fond memories of those times.
When I was preparing for the trip to Norfolk and knew that I would have some down time to kill, I decided to find some reading material for the trip. I went to an adult bookstore in Portland to buy a Playboy magazine, and while I was perusing the shelves I came across a gay magazine that had all kinds of stories about first-time homosexual encounters. That magazine brought to mind my earlier experiences with Mike, so I purchased both magazines, and was looking forward to some stimulating reading on my trip.
I arrived at O’Hare about 7:00 pm, and then found a restaurant in the terminal for dinner. Following dinner I found a quiet corner in the terminal to relax and read my magazines, and it was then 8:00 pm. I read the Playboy first and was getting quite a hard-on reading the stories and looking at the pictures of the naked women. By the time I finished the Playboy it was 9:30 pm, and then I started reading the homosexual magazine. I had been reading the magazine for about fifteen minutes when a man who looked to be about fifty years old sat down across from me in the terminal, only about seven feet away across the aisle.
He appeared to be a normal looking business man, at about five feet and ten inches tall and I guessed about one hundred ans seventy pounds, and he seemed pleasant enough. But it seemed a little odd to me that he would be sitting in that rather isolated area of the terminal. I looked up from my reading from time to time, and periodically he would be looking my way, and sometimes smiled. Then it dawned on me that he might be able to see the cover of my gay magazine.
I put the booklet inside the Playboy and continued reading, assuming that he hadn’t seen the cover. The combination of the Playboy pictures and the homosexual stories really had me aroused, and I was absent mindedly rubbing my cock through my dress blue uniform pants. I hoped that he hadn’t noticed that either.
A few minutes later the businessman moved over and sat beside me and said, “Hi, sailor. I really appreciate what you servicemen do for our country, and just wanted to personally thank you for your service. Where are you headed? By the way, may name is Fred.”
I said, “I also appreciate your acknowledgement of our service. I’m headed to Norfolk to meet up with my ship for my first Navy assignment, but I have to stay over in the terminal to catch my flight early tomorrow morning. My name is Ed.”
Fred then said, “Look, Ed, I’m staying at the Airport Hilton, just across the walkway from here, and I’d be happy to give you a place to sleep for the night. It will be no problem for me, and you will be a lot fresher in the morning to continue your trip to Norfolk.”
I was obviously nervous about accepting such an invitation from a total stranger, but he seemed like a sincere and nice man, so I said, “Okay, that is very nice of you, and it would be good to get a full night’s sleep. Just give me your room number and I’ll be over in a few minutes.”
Fred said, “Great, my room number is 525, and I’ll be waiting for you to knock.”
The reason that I wanted to follow him in a few minutes was because I wanted to put my sea bag and other personal belongings in a locker. Even though he seemed nice enough, I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t going to be robbed or something. So, I stowed my gear in a locker and headed over to his room.
The desk clerk gave me a suspicious look as I walked to the elevator, probably because of the uniform and he knew that I probably couldn’t afford such an expensive room, but he didn’t say anything or try to stop me. I soon arrived at Fred’s room and knocked on the door.
Fred answered the door and welcomed me in, but the first thing I noticed was that there was only one queen-sized bed in the room. I was getting a little nervous at that point and said, “Oh, I see there is only one bed. Would it be alright if I just slept in that big chair by the window?”
Fred said, “Oh yeah, sorry about the bed situation, but you can either sleep in the chair, or we can share the bed. It is plenty big and we’ll have enough room, but it is your choice.”
Because Fred seemed so flexible about the bed situation, I decided that it would be okay to sleep there with him, and I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I washed my face and took a piss, and then took off my dress blues. I stepped out of the bathroom, wearing just my t-shirt and skivvies, and hung my uniform in the closet next to the door to the room. Fred was already in bed under the sheet watching TV, and I moved around to the other side of the bed and got under the sheet. We just laid there watching TV for a while; just making small talk, and then Fred began to speak with a less casual tone.
He said, “Look, Ed, I saw that magazine you were reading before you covered it with the Playboy, and I was just wondering if you had a desire to show me your thanks for sharing my room with you?”
I was kind of shocked at his forward comment and asked, “What do you mean? How would you expect me to show my thanks? After all, you asked me here to show me your thanks.”
Fred then replied, “I saw you reading that little magazine about first-time homosexual encounters, and I just thought you might be interested in giving me a blowjob.”
I was a little stunned from that comment and replied, “I've never done anything like that with a man. I just bought that magazine to have something to read, and never had any intention of having sex with a man.”
Fred said, “You might not have actively thought about it before, but you must have some homosexual desires deep inside of you, or you wouldn’t have bought a magazine like that in the first place. So what do you say, it’s just a blowjob, and no one else will ever know?”
I thought about Fred’s comments for a few moments, and his logic was oddly starting to make sense to me. I was certainly aroused by reading both of those magazines, and I admitted to myself that I was thinking about my friend and our homosexual acts when I bought the magazine. And besides, I was a little curious about what it would be like to suck a mature man’s cock, and that would be a good opportunity to do it, being away from home and anyone that I knew.
I then said, “Okay, Fred, I have never done this before, but I will try it. But, I am still very embarrassed about this. You will need to stay covered with the sheet when I go under there to suck your cock. Will that be okay with you?”
Fred said, “Hell yes, I don’t care how you do it. I just need a blowjob very badly, and I need to cum in your mouth while you’re sucking me.”
I was so naïve back then, and that was the first time it dawned on me that I would be tasting a grown man’s cum for the first time. It did excite me a little, but I was also afraid of the unknown. I struggled with myself for a few moments to raise my courage, and then decided that I didn’t want the opportunity to pass me by.
I slowly turned around in the bed, so I could slide under the sheet and over to Fred’s cock. There was enough ambient light coming through the sheet from the room, so I could clearly see everything, although it was a little dim under there.
Fred was wearing a t-shirt, and I noticed when I got down farther that he was wearing white boxer shorts. I slowly reached out my hands and gripped the waist-band of his boxers and slid them down to his ankles. I then got my first look at his cock. It was still soft, cut and about five inches long and what looked to be normal thickness. I also smelled his musky scent. He also has a nice set of hairy balls. I just looked at his genitals for a moment, trying to take in all of the sights and smells of the experience.
I moved closer to his cock and tasted it with my tongue, and then took the thickening cock head into my mouth. Fred squirmed a little and pushed his hips towards me when I took that first taste, and I knew that he was really getting horny. Fred’s cock hardened quickly as I started sucking him and taking ever more of it into my mouth.
I’m guessing that his cock is about six and a half inches long fully hard, and the thickness is enough to fill my mouth. I was starting to enjoy the taste and feel of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and I was then able to go all the way down on him until my nose was in his dark pubic hair, and the head of his cock was just at the entrance to my throat. I also began to taste what had to be his precum, and it was salty, and had just a little bit of a bitter taste.
Fred was starting to squirm more in the bed, and he was pushing his hips in time with my sucking movements, and kind of fucking my mouth. It wasn’t long before he reached down with both hands to hold my head in place, and on one final push into my mouth, I felt his cock start to stiffen, throb, and then pulse as his cum shot into my mouth. He held me as squirt after squirt was filing my mouth, and I had to swallow once right away, to keep from choking. I really liked the taste of his semen, and even the idea that a man was fucking my face and shooting his cum into my mouth was very arousing to me.