When I was 19 I was living in Sydney, Australia. We had to do work experience. The experience that stuck with me wasn't hard work at all. I was assigned to the phone company to work as a linesman for two weeks. Ever wonder what they get up to in those little tents? They put me with Stan, a cable jointer. He was in his forties, broad of shoulder, about 6' tall, blue eyes, thinning sandy hair and a bit of a gut but not hugely overweight. We were working in a manhole in a quiet bushy area well off the main roads. Each day we'd drive out in his van, set up a tent over the manhole, more for shade than shelter. After opening the job we brewed up tea on his gas bottle stove, had a smoke then he got back in the manhole while I cleaned up. When I was done I asked what I should do he said I should sit around and if I got bored he had some magazines in the truck, but to keep an eye out for the foreman if he came by and put it away while he was around. I checked out his magazines, the selection limited to Mayfair and Playboy. I took one and sat back at the edge of the manhole. We chatted, he being a friendly, jovial bloke. He explained what he was doing, joining each pair of wires in an 800 pair cable. He told me it would be finished by Friday if it didn't rain, because you can't work in the rain in case the cable gets wet. I was sitting on the edge of the manhole, feet on the cable rests meant my legs were spread wide, reading the mag and kept going back to one of the chicks who I thought really hot. I found my cock was bulging in my shorts as usual. I couldn't see where Stan was looking due to the magazine, but when I did I noticed he was staring up the leg of my shorts. I flushed with embarrassment as sitting in the manhole his face was eye level with my crotch and he must've seen me crack a fat. He just grinned saying not to worry about it, that's what those mags are for. First day after lunch he had me get in the manhole, showing me how to pick a pair of wires from each cable, put them jointing machine and push the handle to joint them. Pretty easy, repetitive stuff. When I'd got the idea he said for me to do a few more while he went for a smoke. I focussed on the task at hand. When I looked up Stan was sitting on the edge of the manhole, his legs spread wide to place his feet on the cable rests. He was reading a Playboy. I could see right up his shorts and I was shocked. He wore no undies, I could clearly see his cock and balls. I tried not to look but my eyes were drawn to it time and again. His cock grew, the head pushed three quarters out of his foreskin. I just knew he knew I was looking. Next couple of days were pretty much the same. We opened the job, I'd sit on the edge of the manhole while he worked. The foreman came by of a morning to see how we were getting along, pleased that everything was fine and Stan kept me busy. We'd got to know each other quite well. Stan was ex-navy, he'd joined mostly to avoid being drafted into the army to be sent off to Viet Nam. I nearly said I thought the navy was full of poofs but thought the better of it. Every day he'd let me do a bit while he sat on the side having a smoke. I became less bashful about watching him and he had made more and more ribald comments about the girls in the mags, getting the subject onto sex time and again. It must've been obvious I was still pretty inexperienced. This day he got fully hard, the cock lying straight out alongside his leg, almost sticking out his shorts. “Fuck she'd be a hot root. Imagine those lips sucking your cock sonny.” He grinned showing me the picture. I was pretty embarrassed but agreed with him ribaldly as best I could. “Ever been sucked off?” He asked. “No, not yet, but a girl did suck it a bit once, but her folks came home.” I confessed. Stan laughed. “What a shame. I reckon a hot mouth is better than fucking.” He caught me looking up his shorts leg. “Close your eyes and a cock can't tell if a mouth is male or female.” I coughed and he cracked up laughing, his cockhead withdrawing into its foreskin as he softened. That night I lay awake til very late. Every time I closed my eyes I could see his cock as though it was peering at me, challenging me to suck it. I found I was very hard at the thought and for the first time masturbating at the thought of doing it with a guy. Next morning we went through the usual routine. This day I wore baggy board shorts but put no undies on. I sat in the van until after the foreman had been then sauntered over to sit on the manhole ogling my favourite Mayfair girl. Without jocks on my erection was up in no time. I wondered how long it would be before Stan noticed. Not long at all I found out. “Nice piece of meat you've got there son.” He grinned as I put the mag aside. “Thinking how nice it would be to have Miss April's lips on it I'll bet.” “Yeah, that'd be hot.” I grinned back. He reached up, stroking my inner thigh. I flinched but then I was staring him in the eye, transfixed as if hypnotised. I knew I should get up, I was playing with fire, you know what they say about sailors... But I just sat there letting him stroke my inner thighs with both hands, then his hand brushed against my cock, then a finger stroking it and he was holding it between thumb and forefinger, slowly masturbating me. I just gazed down, open mouthed in silent awe. He pushed the leg of my shorts up. “Fucking gorgeous, boy cock.” He licked his lips suggestively and I found I nodded imperceptibly. He leant forward, his lips pursed as they made contact with the tip and he licked it, then his lips parted and I felt it being drawn into his mouth, tongue hot and wet pressing it against the roof of his mouth, cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard. “Ahh!” I let out a soft moan. “Shh! We gotta be fucking quiet OK.” Stan hissed, then he sucked me again, his tongue flicking from side to side just behind the head. I bit my lip in an effort to be quiet. God I thought, he's a poof, I'm being sucked off by a poof. It was the 70's and homosexuality was still illegal back then. I was at once horrified but a wicked voice inside my head said 'But it feels fucking great... let him do it.' Stan sucked me expertly and in five minutes I felt myself ready to cum. When I told him he said “Good. I want to taste it.” and he went back to sucking me, his right hand wanking me quickly now. I felt his tongue roving over the head of my dick and I came, hips jerking and holding his head, I filled his hot mouth with my spunk. I relaxed and sighed. Stan squeezed my cock from the base, milking out the last of it as he sucked. He grinned at me. “Don't want any dribbles leaking down your leg to give the game away, eh?” I agreed. “Feels fucking lovely, didn't it?” Again I agreed. Stan then had me fetch him a cup of water and he went back to work. After lunch he had me get in the manhole to do a few pairs. He'd said I'd get quick with practice but he didn't have time for me to get quick enough. He sat in his customary position, legs spread wide, feet on the cable rests, reading a Playboy. In no time he was rock hard, his cockhead poking out the leg of his shorts. My eyes were drawn to it time and again. Stan put the mag to one side, looking down at me looking up the leg of his shorts. “Nice cock eh?” He grinned at me. “Real man's cock that one. The ladies love it shoved up 'em hard and fast.” He caught my eye as I stammered an agreement. “Go on then, lick it.” My tongue touched my lip. “Go on, you want to, I can tell son. You want to suck it. You're just afraid people will find out.” He gave a little laugh. “In the navy you never dob in a shipmate and whatever happens at sea stays at sea. No one will ever find out .” I glanced up at him as he smiled down at me, his eyes somehow kindly and I knew he'd never tell. “Go on. Suck it. You want to. I've seen you looking up my shorts at it all week. I'll bet you've been thinking about it in bed at night while you're pulling yourself.” I blushed. It was like he knew me inside out, could tell my most secret thoughts. “Go on. Suck it. You want to taste it. You need to find out how it tastes. Go on, fair's fair. I sucked you off.” With that he shamed me into it. He'd done it to me so now I had to return the favour. He pulled the right leg of his shorts up his thigh, the cock pointing straight at my face. I looked at Stan's penis closely. It was at least eight inches long, straight and thick. It struck me as much thicker at the base than it was nearer the head. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the pisshole. The tip glistened crimson, the rest pink fading to flesh tone. A dark vein throbbed along the top of it disappearing at the foreskin. “Go on. Kiss it. You so want to, I'll bet your dick's hard as a rock too. I became aware that I was indeed hard. Oh God! I thought, I am fucking turned on by this. I leant forward, my lips pursed and made contact with the tip. My tongue touched it, right at the tip. I felt the pre-cum on my tongue. I breathed out through my nose and smelt the manly odour of his crotch. I licked the pre-cum into my mouth. It was slimy and tasteless at first but breathing once more I sensed its taste. Not bad I thought, I've eaten worse, Brussels sprouts coming to mind. “Good man, that's the way.” Stan encouraged me. “Cover your lips with your teeth and slid it into your mouth. Good lad!” I did as he said, feeling the head of it in my mouth. Stan placed both hands on my head now, pulling me down on him further. I felt my lips stretching around the cock shaft, the head pressing the roof of my mouth, filling it like an oversized sausage. The cock kept sliding in, touching my epiglottis made me gag. “Relax, try not to gag...” Stan said in a low reassuring voice “it's not going to choke you. That's the lad.” I felt it slid further in, touching the back of my throat. “There, that's as much as'll go in at this angle.” He chuckled. “Deep throat's for the advanced class. Just relax your throat, get used to it, try not to gag on it.” He let it sit there a moment. I looked down and saw there was maybe another three inches of his cock still outside my mouth. What was in my mouth felt huge. “Now, suck on it as it slides out.” Stan slowly pushed my head back, the penis sliding out. I had a huge sense of relief as I snorted a breath through my nose. He pulled it back so just the helmet was inside. “Lick it all over son and suck it hard.” I licked and sucked it as best I could. I found my mouth filling with saliva thickened by the slime I sucked out of the penis. It felt stringy and with some difficulty I swallowed it. Stan said “OK, ready, take a deep breath, here it comes. Relax your throat.” With that he pulled my head towards him, sliding the cock deep into my mouth again. This time I didn't gag, being ready for it. It wasn't so bad I thought to myself, wonder why people make such a fuss about it. I pressed my tongue firmly against it as it slid in, Stan let out a soft moan. He likes that! I thought. I wiggled my tongue from side to side as he slowly pulled back then let my tongue flick the underside just where shaft meets helmet. Stan moaned again saying “Oh yeah! Do that! Oh fuck! You're a natural son.” I felt really proud of myself that I was doing it right; that he liked it. I reached up with my right hand, gripping the base of it with thumb and forefinger, as much to balance myself as anything. With my left hand I fondled his big hairy testicles, so much larger than mine. This time he pulled back out straight away. I sucked hard and was rewarded with a trail of slime on my tongue then he pushed straight back into my mouth, repeating this half a dozen times. “Oh yeah.” He moaned softly, “swallow and get a breath son. Fuck that's nice. You're getting the idea eh?” I nodded. My mouth felt full of saliva and his pre-cum. I took a breath then swallowed with difficulty, the cock head slipping out of my mouth as my lips closed over it to gulp. I moved back a little, looked up at Stan then opened my mouth, licked my lips then eagerly licked the head of his cock, my lips mouthing it like kissing almost. I was making little 'mmm' noises I was so turned on by it. Stan let me lick this way for a minute or more then holding my head pushed the head of it into my mouth. “Lick it all over and suck hard.” I did as requested. “Wank it into your mouth son.” Gripping the shaft an inch or so from the base I started moving my hand up and down it. I felt a big dribble or pre-cum ooze onto my tongue. As I breathed out through my nose I sensed the flavour of it, stronger now, faintly soapy I thought. I wanked it faster as Stan moaned softly, his fingers running through my long hair. “I'm gonna cum soon. I'm gonna fill your mouth with spunk. Don't try to swallow it or breath, just let it squirt and hold it in your mouth. I'll let you swallow it when I'm done, so don't panic.” He said softly. I thought he was a good teacher. I kept sucking and licking the head and a bit of shaft that was in my mouth, and wanking it quickly, though my hand was getting tired now, the angle being not what I was used to. “Oh yeah, this is it!” Stan announced. He took hold of my head tightly and started pulling it down hard and fast onto his cock until it hit my throat then pushed back half way up his shaft. He did this lots now. I just held my breath and tried not to gag, going with the flow. He's fucking my face I thought, the thought turning me on hugely. Suddenly he jammed his cock hard up against my throat and held it there. I felt it throbbing with my lips and on my tongue. I licked from side to side and wanked it fast, sensing he was cuming. Then I felt liquid pooling in the back of my throat and mouth. After what seemed ages he pulled it back so just the head was in. I was preoccupied with trying to get the liquid out of the back of my throat with my tongue. I felt more liquid splash the roof of my mouth and my tongue, pooling in my cheeks and under my tongue. Stan let out a long sigh. “That was fucking fantastic! Oh yeah!” His hand relaxed and I pulled back, my lips closing over the tip of the penis as it slid out. I swallowed but it was really gobby, half went down and the other half was like a trail back up my tongue and I still couldn't breath. Two more attempts and my throat was clear enough and I gulped a breath, coughed, snorted and got another couple of breaths. I became aware of the flavour of it now. My initial reaction was vile, soapy, sour and salty, but after a few moments I told myself it wasn't that bad; I could get to like it in time. My lips and chin were covered in sperm. Opening my lips I sucked the tip of the penis back into my mouth. It smelt and tasted strongly of cum now. A huge dribble flowed onto my tongue as I lovingly licked at the head, sucking hard and more flowed, pooling around my jaw. Closing my lips over it again I swallowed then used my finger to gather up the dribble on my chin, wiping it on the cockshaft and sucking it off. Stan loved that. “Good boy! That's the way, don't waste any. Eat it all up, making you grow big'n'strong.” He laughed. I looked up and was thrilled at the joy I saw in his twinkling eyes, knowing how nice I'd made him feel in return for the blow job he'd given me. I kept licking and sucking it eagerly for another minute or so as it went flaccid, the head withdrawing into its foreskin even as I sucked on it in my mouth. “That's enough for now. Thank's Bob.” He said at last. I got up and had a drink of water to wash it down and cleaned my face. We had a smoke but didn't say much about what had happened, then packed up for the day. Next day, after the foreman had been Stan had me sit on the side of the manhole and he sucked me off. I did the same to him after lunch. We did that everyday the following week too.