Reply: It's cold and rainy and I wandered back to my early days on the farm

I'm a full grown adult man with a good job and responsibilities.  I grew up in cash poor home, but with a land and warm home in the winter.  My parents were old for the time, they were immigrants who found each other in the poor slums of Chicago and bought the farm with joint savings.  I was an only child. I had plenty of time to run around, I helped at the farm, and was all around outdoor kid. When I was eleven a farm down the road from us was bought by a retiring couple from the city. They had a son who was sixteen and trouble maker.  Part of the reason they moved out of the city.  This young man sucked my eleven year old dick and got me to cum in his mouth.  I remember the amazing feeling of my first wet orgasm and the sucking feeling of his mouth on my dick that evening.

He was gay.  And I was his first live partner. He learned how to kiss with me, teaching me along the way. We were primarily cock suckers, I can't emphasize how much I enjoyed sucking his cock, and he usually ejaculated.  Him sucking me was also something I liked, it is just that it was harder for me to ejaculate. Somewhere in those cold months of the winter he got me into position and shoved and pushed and held onto me until he managed to penetrate me to completion.  Now that I was fucked I was officially his boyfriend.

Those years when I was on the farm, until I left for basic training, were the best years of my life really.  My parents were too busy with their lives to notice, and his parents were gone most of the time.  We were true lovers, I dreamt wet dreams of sucking his dick, I looked forward to him grabbing my naked dick and jerking me off or sucking me.  I was very much the one getting kissed, and I loved it.  It was a great shock to me when I left for basic training and he stayed behind working at the farm equipment and feed store.  My life in the service was punctuated by sheer boredom.  I learned radio operations and that became my profession. I had my share of men along the way, but nothing like those days on the farm. I never did find another man to kiss with that made me feel the same way.  I suppose in the world of gay men, I am a bottom. I have a weakness for assertive older males. I do enjoy a good fuck once in a while, but I am mostly oral when it comes to sex with them.

I took a job working for a electronics company for the benefits. I have never liked it, I prefer messing around with my radios.  I have a nice short wave radio, and spend a lot of time with like types talking all over the world. Once in a while, I entertain a man here and there, I am a cock sucker primarily and I want him to ejaculate. For me completion is the feeling of his warm shots into my mouth, which I try to capture and swallow. What's the difference, a woman once told me, between a man finishing inside a woman or finishing inside my mouth and swallowing. 

On cold days, wet and raining, I spend some time looking for men who like to talk about those days when they were in training.  We all had to have that someone, older and aggressive, who first had us suck their cocks and we let them fuck us.