In my teens I was afflicted by acne, nothing seemed to help. I never had a date, I was shunned by the pretty people. In my senior year an old Arab man who had a radio and TV repair shop gave me a job. I learned to suck his cock. He kept me around thru the summer until I went off to college.

In college I met this girl, she had a long scar on her face, and she limped when she walked, the result of an accident when she was a kid. She learned to suck cock and give up her ass. She wanted to be a housewife, have kids, but I wanted to fuck her, I liked fucking her. I don't recall ever kissing her, I never went down on her. When she dropped out because of money I moved on.

I got a job working in the laundry of the athletic department. I met a guy who was a queer, a real queer. I sucked his cock, and I learned to let him fuck my ass. I thought often of that girl while I was getting fucked, it wasn't so much that I liked it as much as letting him do what he wanted. I never had feelings for him, I liked sucking cock, the feeling of his cock in my hand, as to fucking I let him.

Years later I met a an immigrant woman from Peru, she was a waitress at the place I went to lunch. I fucked her and she wanted to get married. It wasn't anything formal, just the two of us at the court house. I lived with her for four years, then took off and went Alaska to work on the pipeline. I made more money sucking cock and giving ass than I did from my job as a clerk in the supply warehouse. Enough money that I was able to buy a small house.

After I returned from Alaska I had a normal life. My wife died of cancer eight years ago and I met a divorced man and we suck cock for fun. The one thing I like, I liked the Arab guy when I was in high school the most, he is the one I remember most.