At 20, too stupid to worry about the future. The future was no more than the rest of today. Tomorrow would have stuff in it I can control then, not now. As long as the car got me from point A to point B, with a full stomach, life was good. Eat, sleep, work, fuck; the four food groups of life.

I was raised poor and didn't know it. I had part time work in high school and full-time work the last two summers before graduation. I worked at a drive-in-theater. I did everything at one time or other. Mostly, I got paid for servicing horny customers. At the time, I never considered being anything other than a normal guy with an appetite for sex.

One very dark night before a storm, heading back to the concession stand from a quickie with a banker's wife in her station wagon near the back fence, I heard a woman protest, "I do not want that junk in my mouth." He had his hand behind her neck as she sat up in the convertible. They didn't see me as I walked up the driver's side of the car. He closed his eyes, tossed his head back, his seat was reclined halfway back. He was wearing a dark suit. I saw the cum pooling in his hand at the end of his dick. I just leaned over, sucked the pool up, slid down his cock and let him finish. When he finished, I stayed on him, deep throating him to clean every drop of moisture from him. I stood up, faced the concession stand building and walked away.

"He asked, who was that?"

She said, "He goes to public school. He is well known among several arm candy wives from the country club. I didn't know he serviced men too."

They stayed until all the movie goers were gone. I drove around to them to see if they were having car trouble. He thanked me for keeping his suit clean. He introduced me to his daughter. He said, "I am trying to teach her how to please a man so she will marry well and keep him. Would you be willing to help me teach her?"

"I guess you mean, you want me to teach her how to swallow cum. I meet people all the time who spit it out. It's okay. Most guys just want to cum in the mouth. When it's over, it's over. If she spits it out, everybody is still clean; no mess on you. As for me, I just like it. I never gave any thought to someone having to learn to like it. I started eating cum years before I could make my own. I have yet to meet anyone who loves it the way I do. I can't teach that. Let her marry well, which translates, marry money. Let him get his cock sucked by other women or guys; who cares. You and I both know, sex with the same person all the time isn't going to work. Stay here, I'm going to kill the lights. I'll be back."

When I got back, I said, "Take your clothes off; put them in the back." They did. I started eating her while she laid her head in his lap. The first time she had a climax, he started getting hard again. By the 3rd, he was rigid. I said to her, "Turn over, get on your knees for me and start sucking his dick again." She did. I said, "I'm going to fuck you now. You are going to think about how that feels. When he cums, the volume won't be as much as before. I want you to just let him do it in your mouth. If you are concentrating on what your own pleasure is, you may not even notice his warm, thick liquid in your mouth.

When we finished, "She said, "I did notice it. I did swallow it. It did not make me sick. Now I want to know if I can swallow it when I'm not having my own climax."

I said, "There's no time like the present. Sit up over here." I started jacking my cock off. I was pretty far along so it didn't take long. I announced, "Almost there." She leaned toward me, opened her mouth for it. He was right next to her. He wanted to see me give it to her. Instead, I shoved it into his mouth and let it go. He tried to get away but I held him. He nearly cried as it spilled out of his mouth. When I finished, I looked at her and said, "Here, if you want, try a little."

She leaned into me and sucked the last of it out, swallowed and asked, "Why did you do that?"

He answered, "What's good for the goose, is good for the gander." She looked puzzled.

I said, never ask a person to do a personal service for you unless you are willing to do it for them.

He put me to work for him in the bank after graduation from high school. She went to college. Even though she could blow a dick, she quickly learned to like women better, much better. After graduation from college, she and I got married. It was her father's idea. We lived on easy street. She and I entertained people her father wanted entertained. He got blow jobs from me at the drop of a hat anytime the mood hit him. He loved having me wait for him in his private bathroom. Sometimes he would stay on the phone while I blew him.

His wife was a bit of a prude who loved being Mrs. Banker and giving away money at charity events hosted by the society leaders. She was a pitiful joke among them, most of whom we were servicing on a regular basis. Her husband came from money but she was old money; you could easily say, he married up.

Things went south when she caught me blowing the husband of her best friend. I was forced to divorce my wife and leave nearly broke in order to save face for their families. Hush, hush, as it were. They would create a story about how I ran off with another woman. I signed a non-disclosure for which I was given a new car, a substantial stipend, and instruction to not reenter the state after I cross the line that night.

Fast forward, 50 years and find me driving by myself, remembering many enjoyable affairs from my 20s. I no longer jack off while I'm driving. I do play with myself a little without pulling it out. There was a time 35 or 40 years ago, when I could stop at any number of places with glory hole men's rooms. Not so much these days. I googled Adult Stores with Arcades. I found one in Wichita. When I pulled in, I remembered being to this one maybe 20 years ago. It was in much better shape then. I went inside. I asked the guy behind the counter if he had been there long. He said, "I've been here since 9." He grinned and added, "I opened this store 25 years ago. I had enough business to hire help back then. Not so much today. Most of my customers are older than me. They don't buy much from the front of the store. They hang out hours at a time. Back then, guys would come and go, if you know what I mean."

I said, "I was driving down the road thinking about those days of come and go. I started writing a story in my head. Wanna hear it?" He nodded. I continued. "It's a fiction story of course. It's about a guy who can't get enough cum. He isn't interested in cold cum, only the warm thick kind right out of the pipe. He is remembering this place as unique. This place offers 5 small theaters showing triple x movies. Some are lit enough to see everyone in them in low light. Others have dark spots where a person could almost hide. Two have wooden shelfs in the back made from plywood. These shelves are 4 feet wide and go the length of the back wall. They are obviously wide enough to lay on. So, our hero, gets here and tells the proprietor his fantasy."

He's a 35-year-old, wearing loose satin shorts right out of the 60s. He even has that mustache most gay men wore back then. He tells it like this, "I want to go into the dark back and feel my way along the wall till I come to the first open door to a theater, I want to look inside to see men fucking men. I want to look at the muscled-up guy blocking the doorway holding a cock that is starting to ooze cum. I bend over and suck him dry. I move to the next door to find a friendly older guy getting fucked by a 20 something. The old guy is standing straight up, holding his young friend by the hips, I bend to suck his dripping cock and drain it. At the next theater, I step inside there are several guys in the seats playing with each other. I take my clothes off, lay on the shelf with my ass just over the end by the door. I am immediately fucked by a young hard dick who fills me with a volume of cum only young ones can produce. He is followed by another young one and two more older guys with short fat cocks. The cum is splashing out of my ass for each one after the first. With no more takers, I sit up, put my shorts on, let the cum drip down my legs and go back out front. I use my T-Shirt to mop the cum from my legs but not before I get to where the proprietor can see it. Then I ask him, if he ever fantasied about getting his cock drained while he was behind the counter. He just looks at me, but I can tell, he's holding his cock. I ease to the end of the counter while asking what would happen if I got to the end of the counter wiping the cum from my shoes and someone pushed a hot cock into my mouth? Would you through us out? That's when he feeds me his cock."