Chicago is a hell of a lot different than downstate Illinois.  I love living
in Chicago, but even after five years, I'm still learning every day.  I spent
four years at Northwestern, then started a job at First Chicago.  College was
great for meeting gi
rls, but now I seem so much younger than most people in my office, and the
50-60 hour work weeks don't actually make it easy to meet and date girls.

 To put it bluntly, I had grown pretty damn horny.  Sometimes I would see the
prostitutes on North Avenue as I would drive home from friends' on the
northwest side of town (Bucktown).  I was usually a little liquored up, so I
looked hard at those prosti
tutes.  Damn if it wouldn't be nice to get a fuck or a blow job.  They looked
nasty, though, and I knew that it would not be a very good idea to partake in
their favors.

 As I returned one night, I picked up a Reader as I walked to my apartment
from my car, because I knew it had an adult classified section.  Maybe I
could get hot from reading some of the more explicit ads.  Under the talk
lines, I found a number that in
terested me.  I read it as I popped open a beer.

 "Best Live Gay Talk in Chicago."  "Here's some people as horny as me," I
thought.  I wondered what it would be like.  I picked up the phone.  Heck,
I'm in my own apartment, this might be a good way to get off.

 The conversations I had were not important.  What was is that I found
someone close by who was horny;  all he really wanted was to jerk off with
someone and blow his wad.  Hey, at that point, that is all I wanted too.  We
agreed to meet at a bar nearby
.

 A few more beers, and my nervousness subsided.  I never even knew any gay
men until now.  Soon our conversation slowed, and I began to fantasize.  "The
beer is cheaper over at my place," I said.

 I think we made it through about a half a beer each.  I never had been with
a man before, and it later suprised me that I was the aggressor.  I put my
beer down walked over to John, and dropped to my knees, staring at the
package in his Levi's.  I reac
hed out and started to rub his balls, while looking into his eyes.  For a
while, I ran my hands up and down his thighs, but it wasn't long before I
started to unzip him so I could find a pulsating cock that I could have for
my own.

 The clothes came off fast.  We were both naked in my apartment, and I was
attempting my first blowjob.  I don't think I was doing it right, but I was
trying.  I took his head into my mouth, and just sucked.  I started to swirl
my tongue around it and g
rabbed his shaft with my hand.  He was getting harder in my mouth and I could
tell he liked it.  Slowly I took more of his cock in my mouth.  After a
while, I remembered that rhythem is everything, and I pushed him back on the
couch for some leverage.  I
 started to rock on his 7 inch hard on, as John started to moan with
pleasure.  But I got impatient.  I stopped my blow job, but kept his dick in
one hand as rubbed his chest with the other.  John started to fondle my
balls, then started tugging at my co
ck.  He reached out to kiss me, but I moved back.  Instead, we both got on
the floor and started a hot 69.  We kept it up for about 20 minutes, until I
decided I wanted to blow.  I concentrated on the great blow job I was
getting, and jerked John with on
e hand and massaged his balls with the other.

 "Are you getting hot?" he asked.  "Yeah."  I could feel my cock started to
twitch and took John's cock back into my mouth.  He let out a grunt and
polished my knob even faster.  I knew my wad was coming fast.  I took his
cock out and jerked while I too
k a ball in my mouth.  This proved too much for John, as he shot hot streams
of cum on my chest.  I swear, the room was spinning as I blew my biggest wad
into his mouth.

 Now it's not very long I have to suffer with my raging horniness.