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It was the late '70s and I was about 20 standing outside the ONLY gay bar in Great Falls Montana (of all places!)  when a guy about my age cruised me in his car, rounded the block and stopped to talk.  I was from out of town, so we drove to my hotel room.  

I was nervous as hell, but he was cute and nice. He dropped his pants and sat at the foot of the bed. As his cock started to get hard, I took it in my mouth. It felt strange - not sexy, really - more foreign - like having a stranger's finger in your mouth.  

I felt him get hard in my mouth (something I still love). The dew of his precum was already beginning to flow. He pushed my head down (something I still hate) and started fucking my face. His cock felt massive - too much for me. He came fast and without warning, but I took it in - and swallowed. I was overwhelmed by the inescapable reality of it - something I had fantasied about for years had finally happened - I now knew what it was like to suck a cock and have a man come in my mouth. It happened.

I was still trying to process all this when he punched hard in the side of my head, sending me sprawling back. My ears were still ringing from the blow when he started calling me a fag and a cocksucker and claimed to be underage (no way that he was) and that his father was the chief of police (no way that he was) and then demanded money. Because I was in a cheap hotel, I had hidden my car keys and wallet just in case, so I only had the money on me that I had taken to the bar. He took that and left, still threatening to alert the cops. I stayed in the room - petrified and humiliated - the acrid taste of his cum still caught in the back of my throat. I remember standing against the wall - unable to move for the longest time. I finally found my legs and got the hell out of there, driving home to my small town in Alberta, still in a state of shock.

It was years before I ventured out again, finding a bathhouse that was my oasis of sin.  I recall one Sunday morning, waking up with a stiff jaw (as well as my morning boner) and wondering why. Then I smiled as I recalled I had spent Saturday night in a sea of young, sweaty male bodies - cocks, hungry mouths, soft firm asses all bathed in the red light of the orgy room - a literal crawlspace with padding on the floor. I had been sucking cock for hours and had received the best blowjob I ever received (it is still the best) from a lean ginger boy lost in that mass of limbs and cocks. I wish I got his name, but he's burned in my memory over 40 years later, and that's not so bad.