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Last night I went on a date with an older white guy who is older—he’s a truck driver and a friend of my dad’s. I’ve known him since I was five. He lives in Arizona and will be in town for a short time. He had been talking about relationships and other things, then we went to a bar and drank and drank. At the end of the night he asked me if I would like to come see his hotel room. I was so surprised and thought, could he be bisexual? Because he was married with kids. Then I said okay. So we went to his eighteen-wheeler truck—he was calling his hotel at a truck stop. I got in and could see he has a bed and shower and TV and all kinds of stuff. He got in and got on the bed. I’m sitting on the chair in there, across from me. He says, “I remember when you were younger. I would babysit you guys and all of you would swim out at the pool.” I know what he was getting at. He says, “Remember that time all your brothers and sisters were out of town but you had to stay for college and your parents had me watch you for those two weeks?” I said yes. He said, “Can we do what we did back then?” I said okay.
He had his pants off so fast, I was getting naked too. He had his legs spread wide, his hands on his ankles, and I could see how eager he was. He said, “Hurry up and suck on me, but first lick my ass.” So I did that—I remembered doing this for him in the past. After a while he said, “Let’s sixty-nine,” so we did. He was standing on the floor next to the bed, and he pulled me to him. My head was slightly off the side of the bed, and I could see his length now, upside down. I told him, “Wow, you’ve gotten bigger,” as I took him in my mouth. He was long and not yet hard, but soon he thickened, and I felt him pressing deeper. He started moving, his breath quickening. “It feels so good,” he said. “I never had anyone deepthroat me.” He kept going, and I let him take control. Then he started sucking on me, and we moved together for a while.
He told me, “I’m about to come. Eat it all up.” I was so excited. When he released, it was hot and thick, filling my mouth. He kept going, stroke after stroke, and I swallowed as much as I could. It felt like there was more and more, until I had to pull back. He yelled, “Don’t stop—there’s more come.” For a moment I could see that it was truly his release, not anything else, but by then both my eyes were covered, and most of my face. He was stroking himself above me. I grabbed him and took him again, finishing him.