First Time with Another Male

This happened after my first year in college, the summer of 1967.  Most of my closest friends were either still at college or in the service, but two friends, who were undecided about their future, were still in the area.  They picked me up and we headed to one of the clubs in the nearby lake resort area.  Since it was a week before Memorial Day, the place was dead.  So we just had a couple beers and left.  You could barely get into the club Memorial Weekend.  BTW, drinking age in the state was 18 at that time.  My friends wanted to call it a night as they both had to go to work in the morning.  Not wanting to go home yet, I had them drop me off at a diner about a mile from my house.  After they drove off, my real intention was a gay bar two blocks away.  Mind you, I'm not gay, I just go there because they have my favorite beer on tap, a tall, ice cold mug and it only cost a quarter.  Besides that, the owner's wife was gorgeous and a daughter, my age, who had a great body, but unfortunately she looked more like her father.  

After two drinks, a third beer was set in front of me, "From the gentleman at the end of the bar."  My cue to leave, so I politely declined and left.  A block away, a much older man, not the same one from the bar, pulled his car closer to the curb and offered me a ride.  At that point, I only lived about six blocks from home so I told him no thanks.  He then offered to give me a blow job.  I just laughed and kept walking and he said, "Pleeaasse."  I couldn't believe someone was actually offering to blow me and that I was actually considering accepting the offer.  When he added another, "Please," I kinda felt sorry for him, so I hopped in his car.  He drove to a secluded spot, and he went straight to work.  

He started to pull off my pants before I could even unbutton and unzip them.  The guy had a crazed look that scared me, but as soon as I felt his lip around my cock, the fear left.  Closing my eyes, I just imagined it was Patsy, my driving instructor from last summer, sucking my cock and balls and licking up and down my shaft.  He kept sucking even after I warned him that I was going to cum, so I just let loose and I think he swallowed most of it.  Afterwards, I realized he had his cock out and jerking off.  He had that same pleading look when he was begging to blow me.  There was no way I was going to return the favor so I moved his hand away and finished him off.  As I had his cum on my hand, I wiped it off on his dashboard, said thanks and got out of his car.  Since we were still near my neighborhood, I ran home, cutting through backyards, to make sure he wasn't following me. A few weeks later, another friend was driving me home.  When we passed the bar, I told my buddy that I was walking home one night and a guy in a yellow convertible offered me a ride home and a blow job, but I never told him that I accepted both.  My friend knew who the man was and where he worked so I never shopped at that store again.