Uh Oh...Forgot My Change

I was eighteen when that memorable summer day happened, the day I'd unexpectedly find myself in a van sucking cock. Ever since, it had remained a secret. Now I'd like to share my experience.

August, 2009-The sky was completely cloudless, and the bright Carolina sun beamed down on my pale, fair-skinned body. I insolently walked along the sides of the beach, through the crowded boardwalk, then in my quiet neighborhood. Things here were dead and lifeless.

All my other friends and relatives had gone away to gather for Spring break, and I had to be the guy left behind to study for college exams. I fantasized partying and having a blast like all the others, but instead I had to face my textbooks. With the 85+ degree heat and humidity driving me beyond insanity, I finally decided to go in to cool off. This walk wasn't working to relieve my boredom. I began to head home. I couldn't wait to get to the fridge and break out a nice cool drink.

No more than a few blocks of walking, I spotted a white ice cream truck just a couple yards away. I heard it for the past half-hour circling around the neighborhood. A popsicle sounded real refreshing at the time, and the selections looked good. Once I was standing in front of the truck, the window slid open. A tall, fit black man appeared. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties, and was wearing a red tropical-printed shirt. He grinned at me.

"Want anything?" He asked.
"A Triple Rocket, please." I said.

He disappeared in his truck for a few moments, then came back with the red, white, and blue popsicle. I was so parched that I took it without thinking and began to bite into it, As I stood there sucking on the pop, I noticed in the corner of my eye that the man was staring at me. He then cleared his throat, and I looked up at him.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. How much I owe ya?"
"A $1.20, please."
I reached into my short pockets. I felt nothing in both of them. I began to feel frantic. "Uh oh!" I thought. "What am I going to do?"

The man stood there waiting. I couldn't come up with anything but the truth.
"I'm sorry, but...I don't have money on me. My house is only a few blocks away. I'll go get some change."
"What's your name?" He asked.

What now? He's probably gonna report me or something.
"Jonathan," I said. "Look...Really, I'll pay you back. I'll just go and-"

He put his hand up. "Don't worry bout it, boy. You know, you can pay me back. It's alright."
I turned around and proceeded towards home, but he stopped me.
"You wanna pay me back huh?" He said.

"Yeah, I do." I responded.

He stared me down for a moment, then rubbed his hands.
"Come inside."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Come inside my truck. I have a pop of my own in here you can try."

Without thinking, I immediately went inside the door. He pulled down the windows and drove to a nearby secluded area. I sat there as he got up from the driver's seat and came to the back of the truck. It was extremely humid in there, despite the coolness from the freezers. I could see his erection, and it was bulging out of his shorts.

He stood in front of me, then unzipped his pants. He then pulled down his underwear briefs. I almost dropped my jaw when he pulled out that giant black cock of his. I estimated it to be about 8 and 1/2 inches in length and it was very thick in girth. It was uncut, too. I watched him stroke it for a couple of moments, his foreskin sliding back and fourth. I started to get a rock hard erection.

"Well?" he said.

Slowly I got on my knees I clutched his cock with my hand, and then wrapped my mouth around it. I rocked my head back and fourth as I sucked on it, and used my tongue to lick the shaft. He moaned and rolled his head back. My body began to sweat all over, especially my face. It was getting hotter and hotter in that dark truck. I struggled to catch my breath as he shoved it deeper into my throat. He then sprawled across the floor and I lied there sideways, continuing to suck. I began to do some licking. I licked his head, frenulum, and up and down the shaft. This was my first time ever giving a blow job to a guy, and I thought I was doing pretty good. After all, I had to make up for the money I cheated him out of.

After about 10 minutes of nonstop sucking, he told me to take off my clothes. I did, and he began to rim my ass. It felt odd at first, but then I embraced it. He then lied on the floor and told me to sit on top of him. I did, and he said he wanted me to ride on him. He pushed his cock into my ass, and I began to ride on it bareback. After a couple minutes of riding, I felt him cum into my ass. I was enjoying the experience so much, that I pushed his cock back in and rode some more, and used the additional squirt as lube. At that point we were both dripping with sweat-my hair was drenched-and I was moaning out of my mind.

I sucked him again for a few more minutes, and then we both put our clothes back on. He drove back to the spot where he picked me up at. He said I had paid him back real good, and that the pop was on the house. He then drove off, and I watched as the ice cream truck disappeared into the distance. I stood there, re-cooperating from all the events that had just taken place.

That was my first-ever gay sex experience, thanks to me forgetting my change.