That night I woke up with him, two old men, one with a limp dick and the other with a sore hole. My first man to man kiss, and he was into it and so was I. It was what happened later that night, after dinner at the hotel, when he kissed me on the mouth. He looked down at me, and I looked up at him, with his cum on my face and he told me the always knew I was a cocksucker. He stood there pretending not to notice, his dick got hard, I had his dick in my fist when let nature take its course and I did my best to swallow what I could. We were in the clubhouse and he was standing there, his dick at eye level where I was sitting and it was too much for me to pass up and I leaned over and sucked on his dick. I'm retired now and I went on a trip with an schoolmate, a golf trip. Each time I liked it and I might have even gone out looking for it. Over the intervening years from time to time I found myself in a situation where a hard dick needed sucking and I felt obliged to do it. OK so in my past I sucked another boy's dick when I was in the fourth grade.
