THE BOWLING ALLEY BLOW JOB

 Once I'd gotten a taste of cock, especially a cheesy, uncut, country-boy cock, I couldn't get enough and most of my time during high school was spend on finding ways to suck dick and not on math, English and the other required subjects. It wasn't as though I didn't have cocks to suck. I did. There were about six of my buddies, all of whom were dating and supposedly fucking pussy, that I took care of on a regular basis, especially on Friday and Saturday nights when their balls were blue after making out with their dates and failing to score. I was also taking care of my favorite buddy's Dad. However, six high school cocks, most of them big and uncut, and one grown-man dick just wasn't enough for me. That's when I discovered blowing alley blow jobs. After using our altered driver's licenses to score several six packs of Budweiser, a bunch of us would pile into a pickup truck and head for the bowling alley which was in the next town. After bowling for awhile, my buddies went on a pussy hunt. I wasn't interested in bowling or pussy. I wanted cock and spent my time cruising the men's room, parking lot, where guys were making out with their dates, and the area where they rented blowing shoes and sold hot dogs, hamburgers, soft drinks and beer. While I saw a lot of hot looking cocks pissing into the urinals and a lot of equally hot looking guys with trying to fuck their dates, I didn't get any dick until I discovered the public address system. One Saturday night I heard them paging, "Jimmy ________" to come to the telephone. I could see a young guy, a twenty-something look-alike for James Dean, complete with dirty blond hair, tight jeans, cowboy boots and a cigarette dangling from his lips, make his way from one of the lanes, where he was with six or eight of his buddies, toward the phone at the shoe rental desk. Not only was this guy hot, he looked like he was hung and had a "Don't fuck with me, fella," arrogance about him as he swaggered toward the telephone. I followed him and went to the hot dog and hamburger stand where I knew I could get a up close and personal look. Not only did I get a look at his bulging crotch, it was clear from the expression on his face that he was pissed off about something. Finally, after nodding his head a few times, he said, "What do you mean you're not going to meet me? We had a date and now you pull this shit. You know what? You can go fuck yourself. You're not the only girl who's hot for my cock." Son of a fucking bitch," he said as he slammed down the phone and stalked back toward his buddies. I knew that was one piece of meat I had to have. I went outside, where there was a public phone, looked up the number of the bowling alley, made the call and asked them to page Jimmy ____________. After a minute or so, I heard his voice. "Yeah, what is it?" "I know you're horny as hell and I want to suck your cock," I said. "Who is this?" he asked. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he thought it was a joke. "You don't know me," I said, " but I know you're not gonna get any pussy tonight and I'll get you off like you've never been gotten off before. I'll suck every drop of cum out of your balls and then swallow every drop." "Are you shittin' me?" he asked as he lowered his voice. "No," I said, " I just want to suck your dick. You don't know me and I don't know you, or any of your bowling buddies, and nobody will ever know about it except you and me. OK?" "Where?" he asked. "There's a green Dodge Dakota parked around back, almost at the end of the parking lot. Go out the door by the men's room and I'll be in the cab waiting for you." "This better not be a joke," he said, " 'cause if it is, somebody is gonna get the shit beat of him." "It's no joke," I said, "I'll meet you at the truck." Scared shitless, I ran around the bowling alley and got into the cab of my buddy's pickup. In a few minutes I saw Jimmy __________ standing outside the door of the men's room looking in my direction. I flashed the head lights a couple of times and waited. Slowly, he walked toward the truck. When he was about ten feet away, I flicked the lights in the cab so that he could see my face. My heart was pounding because I didn't doubt for a second that he was the kind of guy who wouldn't hesitate to beat the living daylights out of anybody who crossed him. He disappeared and then in the moonlight, I could see him standing by the passenger side of the cab. He looked through the open window at me and then, without saying a word, opened the door and climbed in. He smelled of beer and cigarettes. Without speaking, he spread his long legs, lifted his tight ass off the seat, unbuckled his belt, slid his jeans and Jockey shorts down to his knees and pulled his white T-shirt above his nipples. He had the kind of golden tan that only natural blonds get and his small, hard nipples were dark against his skin. His six pack of abs were the kind gyms use in their ads and his cock was a fat, uncut seven incher, rock hard, standing at attention and glistening with pre-cum. Other than a patch of dark blond crotch hair, he was smooth like a champion swimmer. When I leaned over and began to lick off the globs of pre-cum off the purple head of his cock, which was peeking through his foreskin, I could smell the man-sweat from his hairy balls and crotch and head cheese from underneath his foreskin. Still licking the head, I slowly pulled back his foreskin with one hand while I cupped his big, loose balls in my other hand. When his skin was about half way back over the head, I stuck my tongue under it and began to suck out the little flecks of head cheese. He began to moan, move his hips and then he forced my head down on his shaft which had thick, blue veins running from the base to the head. Suddenly my nose was in his tangle of blond pubic hair and his big-headed cock was plunging in and out of my throat. His cock was thick, my hand barely fit around it, and even though I had trouble breathing, I wasn't about to let go of this prize piece of man meat. I'd take it anyway he wanted. I knew he was the type of guy whose motto is, "My way or no way." He fucked my face for about five minutes and then, without warning, while he was still forcing my nose into his blond bush, he flooded my throat with five or six huge surges of thick, creamy salty baby juice. Just like I had promised him, I swallowed ever drop and kept my mouth buried in his crotch hair until he began to get soft. Then, holding his half-hard cock in my hand I squeezed out a few more drops of cum from his wide piss slit and licked his cock and balls until they were completely clean. He pulled up his Jockey shorts and jeans,tucked in his shirt, buckled his belt and said as he got out of the cab, "I'm here every Friday and Saturday night and you can page me again as long as you never say a word about this. If I hear that you've been talking about this then you can count on your ass being grass." "I told you I don't talk," I said "and I will call you." "Do that," he said as he smiled for the first time, "do that." I did and serviced Jimmy ____________'s big, fat cock, as well as a couple of his bowling buddies, until I graduated and left for college.