A whore's life

The Bee Gees’ “Night Fever” was playing on a classmate’s car radio when I gave my first blowjob in 1978. Hearing it many years later, conjures up the indelible memories of that life-changing event. Oh, William Landon. It was the spring of our senior year of high school, we were both 18 and we sat near each other in English class in the Bronx.

With his Kennedyesque-handsomeness, smooth masculine voice and sensational smile, William was so sexy, confident and cool. He usually wore a buttery brown leather jacket, Frye boots, and varying silk shirts unbuttoned enough to display his magnificent chest hair. There was a thick brown leather belt with a big eagle buckle around his tight Levi’s, the crotch of which I was fascinated by due its striking bulge. I’d see him during lunch talking with a girl.

I knew I was gay since I was child. I was shy, pretended to be straight and wasn’t questioned by my lack of overt interest in girls. That wasn’t unusual at the Bronx High School of Science. It was a “genius” school, requiring passing an entrance exam. There were a lot of nerds, regular kids and a cool contingent. These were pampered brats whose parents were upper-class professionals. Most of them lived in fancy Riverdale or Manhattan and commuted by bus or subway. Some had their own cars. There were a couple of fem guys that got made fun of, whom I never got to know. Did they actually do anything with boys?

I lived nearby and walked to school. My drunk father ran out on us years before, and my divorced bitter mother worked as a waitress at a local diner. We lived with my two younger sisters lin our dumpy apartment. We were Irish-Catholics. My name is Patrick. I’m medium height and sort of ordinary looking.

School was so boring to me, especially as it stressed math and science which I had trouble understanding. No one in my family pushed me to apply to colleges and so I didn’t. It was a struggle to keep up, and my grades were barely passing anyway. What got me through those lousy times was fantasizing about hot boys, imagining what their dicks were like and me sucking them.

William, I and a fun girl near us would talk about movies or what we watched on television. They would browse through my Village Voice. There was a camaraderie out of circumstance as we sat in the back of the classroom. One day, the girl was absent and so it just me and William. We carried on jovially. When the class bell rang, he asked if I would meet him outside at the end of the day. “Okay.”

At 3:30 I was outside with the crowd of departing students. “Hey,” said William. “Want to see my new car?” “Sure.” We walked a block and a round a corner. I didn’t know anything about cars, but it is was shiny and looked great. “Let’s go for a ride.” “Okay.” We drove around and chatted about usual stuff, but he also asked questions about me life outside of school. I told him I worked part-time for a furniture store on weekends handing out flyers. He told me about his family, his father was an engineer, he had two older brothers and that William would be going MIT.   

William eventually parked on a deserted street by the subway yard with its rows of trains. “Are you gay?” he asked. I blushed and tensed up. “It’s okay if you are. I have a cousin who is. He looks at me the same way you do. He especially looks at this” he smiled nodding his chin toward his spread legs and crotch. “I know what my cousin likes to do. I like what he does to me. I’m sure you’d like to do what he does.” My heart was pounding, and I didn’t say anything. I’d bought gay porno magazines and paperback novels and even watched the porno clips at the $.25 booths in Times Square sex stores. I knew what men did to each other. I knew what I wanted and was anxious as to when I would do those things.

William’s hands went to his belt. He undid it, unzipped his jeans, slid them off and then pulled his underwear down. Oh my god!  There IT was! It was just as great as I had imagined it was. William’s big proud cut dick was as stunning as the rest of him. He took my hand and put it on it. I thought I would faint, feeling his warm hard thing. I stroked and played with it. I felt the texture of his hairy balls. “Go ahead, suck it if you want to.”

I put my head down to his lap and took him in my mouth. Oh, the sensation of having my throat filled with a gorgeous boy's cock for the first time!  Having read watched and read porn, matched with my natural urges and intuition led me to be able to give a good blowjob my first time out. The beat of “Night Fever” inspired me. I swirled my lips and tongue around the pulsing head, licked the underside of it, I did the shaft and put his balls in my mouth. Then I’d repeat it all over again. I smelt his cologne. William was moaning. “You’re so good. Oh, that’s it. Oh, yeah…” The true proof of my skills was when William put his hand on my head and pushed me down further on his dick. He was cumming! Oh wow! His cum tasted just like I read in porn. Hot, thick and salty. I swallowed every bit of his big load so as not to leave stains his underwear or jeans.

“Where do you live?” asked William as we drove away. Soon, we were in front of my apartment building. “Here,” he said as he handed me a $10 bill. “That’s what whores in Manhattan get. You’re a great guy. Don't be so shy, be who and what you are, go for it and don’t just give yourself away. See you around.”

My sisters were in the living room watching TV. I went to the bathroom. I was so happy. I'd finally did what I long wanted to for real! I jerked my self of thinking about William Landon and his dick.