First blowjob

That winter, at 18 years old, studying at the University, I decided to work in the orange harvest, in my town, to pay for my studies that until then had been paid for by my parents.

The work was hard, due to the cold in the mornings and the weight of the already full boxes on the truck, and I was slender and had to make an effort every day to keep up with my colleagues.

I didn't have a voice, I restrained myself and sometimes forced my voice, but something must have been noticed by the younger ones in the group, when I didn't follow their macho comments or conversations about football and women.

Paco was a man who was over 60 years old, but who maintained a strong and powerful body for his age, without gyms, just working in the field, he said.

He complained that his wife was making more and more excuses for sex every day. He always had the desire and was masturbating, he lamented. Because he had a proper education, he repeated, and he didn't want to cheat on her or, even less, go to prostitutes with his friends.

Perhaps he had noticed my discreet glances: I was excited by his massive and natural body, the hair on his forearms already very gray, and, most of all, his completely white chest when, at the end of the day, he changed his sweaty shirt for a clean one.

I, already at home, would masturbate thinking about him always.

I couldn't imagine what was going to happen that afternoon when we finished and, I thought casually, he offered to take me home in his old second-hand van. The two of us alone.

He knew the roads of the orchard well, but I noticed that he took an unknown direction for me. He stopped in a place far from the road, to smoke a cigarette, he said.

"Sometimes I've noticed that you look at me when I change my shirt, Daniel". "Do you like looking at me? Are you a faggot?". "It doesn't matter, each one is as they are". "Before I got married, since my girlfriend didn't want to fuck, I had a friend like that, who gave me blowjobs,...and it gave me a lot of pleasure".

I was about to open the door and run in the direction that I knew led to my house.

"If my wife doesn't want to and I don't want to cheat on her with another, at least have someone give me a blowjob, it's not a sin", he said. "Come on", he took a flashlight from the glove compartment and got out of the van, making signs for me to follow him, behind.

There were some blankets in the back that he had already prepared: some to serve as a seat and others for me to kneel in front of him. He was indicating.

But he didn't say anything else so we wouldn't be discovered: only panting and the blows with his calloused hands on my face and head for me to swallow it all. And he didn't take long to come and fill my mouth.

"Have you been fucked in the ass yet, Daniel? No? Another day I'll break you in, then." It was his farewell when he stopped in front of my parents' ...