I grew up on a farm in Saskatchewan. There was nothing out there, school during the school year was the most social life I had. During the summers my Grandfather had a thousand chores to keep me busy. I got the busy hands story all the time. I discovered I liked to jack off when I was 14 and would escape up into the barn and jack off. I thought I went unnoticed, but my Grandfather noticed everything.

I went up there one afternoon after I had gotten some chores done and I was sitting in my favorite spot, jacking off, and my Grandfather surprised me. He told me I was going to hell.

When I got old enough I joined the army. In the army I got close to this guy and he jacked off in front of me. He just sat there and jacked off in front of me. He asked me if I wanted to do it for him. Holding his hard cock in my hand was like nothing I had ever felt. I jacked him off and ended up ejaculating in my pants. I not only jacked him off, I sucked his cock.

The word got around and I jacked off and sucked off several of the fellows and ended up screwing with a fellow from Ontario.

When I got out of the army, I had been trained in radio, a friend got me a job for this shop that repaired radios and televisions in his home town. Like me, he was a cock sucker. I had a bit of night life, but the town was too small so I moved to Toronto where the night life was better. How many cocks I sucked, of how many men, I cannot count, but it was quite a few. I gained a like for gentlemen as opposed to uneducated men. There were plenty of them in the banking business, and I got a job as a clerk in a bank and moved my way up.

I have a nice place, I am retired with a pension, and I have a night life, with many of the friends I made. I don't jack off, I prefer to suck cock and from time to time will let a gentlemen have a pony ride, if he is so inclined to give me a treat.