“You really do love sucking cock, don’t you?” he asked breathily.
With my mouth as full as it was, all I could offer was a muffled, “Mmm-hmmm.” This was our second time seeing each other and 2 minutes after he walked in the door, I was already giving him blowjob #4.
I knew he was close as I pulled my mouth off, running my tongue over the head of his dick and around before sucking him back in as deeply as I could.
“Oh, fuck, yeah…”
I removed his cock from my mouth and lifted it up so I could run my tongue down the underside. I licked and sucked his balls before holding his cock up again and running my tongue up to the head. As I reached the tip, I felt the twitch as he started to cum. I couldn’t move fast enough to get my mouth there in time, and the first spurt landed just to the right of my lips – close enough that I would be able to get most of it with my tongue later. The next spurt hit the roof of my open mouth before I managed to close my lips around him. I sucked him all the way in as he continued to spurt cum. God, he tasted good! And it felt good – I always loved it when a cock came in my mouth and filled it up, and his was definitely going to fill my mouth. It seemed like his cock was never going to stop spurting.
With cum still shooting from his cock, and as I started to swallow it, he grabbed me and started to fuck my mouth as some of it started to leak out the corners of my mouth. Damn, this was definitely going to go down as my favourite experience. I’d only sucked a few cocks, and no one ever came this much or tasted this good. I kept sucking until I had milked the last drops from him and then licked all the cum that was covering his shaft.
“Fuck me,” he said, as I finally pulled my mouth away from his crotch, “that was amazing!”
“You were delicious. And that was a lot,” I told him.
“I have been saving up for you all week.”
He sat down on the edge of my bed and lay back. I lay down next to him and we both passed out.
When I woke up maybe 30 minutes later, he was still lying there, naked. I sat up and looked at his naked body lying there and my eyes were immediately drawn to his cock. Even flaccid, it still looked good. The first 3 times I had blown him, we were both a little drunk, and while I remembered it and knew I had enjoyed it, my memory wasn’t exactly vivid. This time, I was stone cold sober and taking in how beautiful his cock was. Looking at it, I remembered how it had felt in my mouth, how it had tasted, how much delicious cum it had shot down my throat.
I felt my cock growing harder as I sat there staring at it. I reached over and took it in my hand and started to stroke it slowly. It didn’t take long before it started to grow and harden. I badly wanted to suck it again, and I was going to. He was still asleep, but I was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind if he woke up to find my mouth on his cock.
I leaned over and took him in my mouth and started to suck him slowly, savouring the sensation of his dick getting fully erect as my tongue swirled around it and he began to stir.
Once he was hard, I picked up the pace, and as I looked towards his face he started to stir. I started to bob up and down and he began to wake up and started to moan. I started to move faster, sucking him harder, desperate to extract his cum from his balls.
“Fuck, what a way to wake up!”
I felt him grab a handful of my hair as he started to buck his hips to match my movements.
“You just love to suck cock, don’t you? You can’t get enough”
“I can’t get enough of your cock,” I replied. He was right, though. I really did love to suck cock. Ever since the first time I had sucked one.
“Do you love my cum, too?” he asked. “You do, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmmm!” Fuck, I wanted him to explode in my mouth right then.
“Yeah, you’re my cumslut, aren’t you? You can’t get enough of it! You want me to fill your slutty mouth with my cum.”
His words rang in my ears and I felt my body get warmer, from my toes to my head. Those words made me even hornier and all I could offer in response was a muffled, “Mmm-hmmm.”
“Tell me how much you like my dick.”
“I fucking love your dick!”
“Yeah, fuck, I love your mouth on my dick! I want to cum in your mouth and then in your ass! I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Holy shit! No one had talked to me like this before! And, as nervous as I had been about that, I really wanted him inside me at that moment. I wanted to feel him pushing his dick deep inside me and filling me up with cum. But I wasn’t about to stop sucking.
“You like to eat my cum, don’t you? Tell me you like my cum.”
“I love your cum!”
“You’re my slut, aren’t you? You can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”
I responded by picking up the pace. Fuck, this guy did something to me, and I really couldn’t argue that point (nor would I want to)! I continued to suck, tasting his precum oozing from the tip, feeling him thrust upwards so his cock went as deep into my mouth as possible.
“You want me to cum in your mouth right now?”
“Mmm!”
“Then you have to tell me that I can use your mouth whenever I want. Tell me that you’re going to suck me off whenever I say so. Tell me that you’re my cumslut.”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”
“Mmm-hmmm!”
“Tell me!”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me with your cum. But I need your cock in my mouth!”
That was true. I wanted him to fuck me, but I wanted that cum so badly.
“You’re a dirty fucker, aren’t you? You want my cock in your mouth and your ass at the same time, don’t you?”
I’d never wanted anything more.
“Do you want me to cum down your throat right now?”
“Fuck yes!” I said, temporarily removing his cock from my mouth. “Please cum in my mouth!”
And he did exactly that.
“Fuuuck!” he exclaimed as he let loose a torrent of cum into my mouth. and as he did, I felt my own orgasm overtake me. I had to stop for a second as my orgasm shook me to my core. My cum had spilled from my cock all over the bedsheets and over my lover’s right leg.
His cock pulsed again and more of my reward flooded my mouth. I gulped it down quickly, not letting any escape me this time. Damn, he tasted so fucking good! As I felt the last spurt leave his dick, I already wanted to suck him again.
He didn’t fall asleep this time, and we both lay there trying to catch our breath.
“That was amazing,” he said.
I lay there thinking about what he had said about me being his cumslut. That caused a reaction in me I hadn’t expected. It was so raunchy, so dirty. And I was his cumslut, wasn’t I? I wanted to taste him again. I’d now given him 5 blowjobs and I was ready to give him another already. I had always liked dirty talk, but this was another level, somehow, and it made me even hornier.
I’d met Sam about a week ago when I had headed downtown to a gay bar, something I had never done before. All the other guys I had been with before him were guys I met through Grindr. All were supposedly heterosexual men, like me, who had recently discovered an urge that they wanted to satisfy. It had only been about a year since my first experience, and I had been with 4 other guys before him. A couple of them had just been a one-time experience, and one had carried on every other week for a few months, while the fourth was an occasional thing when his wife wasn’t “available” for extended periods. I had been lucky as they had all been good experiences and I had learned something with each experience, getting more confident every time.
When the last guy, Tony, had moved away, I had run into a dry spell. There were plenty of willing guys but they just weren’t really interesting me. Some of them I didn’t trust, some were not my type and others were tourists, as I had been in my early days (curious but nervous and quick to back out).
When I had found myself so horny that I couldn’t not think about sex, I decided that I had to head into the city and see if it would be easier to meet someone.
I’d gotten to the joint at about 10:00pm and it was not terribly busy – certainly not crowded. I’d grabbed a spot at the bar and did some people watching. I must admit, I was a little nervous about possibly seeing people I knew. I wasn’t out yet and still considered myself mostly heteroflexible rather than bisexual or gay. I mean, I still was attracted to women far more than men, although I found sex with men maybe a little easier. I’d always liked oral sex with women, but there was something somewhat amazing about giving a guy a blowjob – it offered more control. I liked giving a guy an orgasm.
At around 11:30pm, I was just finishing off my third beer and feeling a little more confident and ready to approach someone if I thought they were interesting. That’s when I heard, “First time?”
I turned to see Sam standing there, leaning against the bar, drinking his beer. He was about my height, maybe 210 or 220 lbs with a shaved head, dressed fairly casually. A good-looking guy with a very pleasant smile. There was something very… comfortable about him. He just gave me the immediate feeling that we would get along.
“Yeah, I guess it’s a bit of a dead giveaway when you’re just standing at the bar all night, huh?”
“Yeah, but you don’t look uncomfortable, just… I don’t know… curious?”
“Fair. I mean, I’ve never been to a gay bar before.”
“Well, welcome. Let me buy you a drink. I’m Sam.”
We grabbed the bartender and ordered a couple more beers and started to talk. Sam was a lot like me – he’d been married to a woman and had had kids, and he admitted that he was still attracted to women but had realized while married that he was bisexual. When his marriage had ended, he said, he decided that he had to be honest with himself and had “explored” his sexuality. After some time, he had decided that he was more comfortable in relationships with men.
“The sex is better, quite honestly, don’t you think?”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. We’d been talking for about an hour at this point, but this was the first comment about sex that had come up.
“Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”
The truth was, I’d only done oral, but I did like it more. Guys were generally more dominant, more willing to tell you what they wanted or needed, in my experience. But I had only experienced oral sex – I hadn’t yet plucked up the courage to go further.
“No, it’s not that. I… I just don’t know if I am ready to make that comparison,” I offered. I think my nervousness was tripping me up.
“Well, if that’s the case, maybe you just need more experience.”
“Yeah, probably. I mean, I’ve only ever done oral with a guy, so…”
“Really? Well, I suppose that makes sense, you’re not that experienced.”
There was a pause in the conversation before he said, “Can I ask you a more personal question?”
“Uh… sure”
“Have you thought about doing more than that?”
“Well, yeah, sometimes…”
“Okay,” he said. I think he sensed my nervousness and dropped it, moving on to other topics.
We continued to talk and, as we drank, I knew my inhibitions were lowering and that if he asked, I would go home with him. And if he wasn’t going to ask, I probably would.
“So,” he said in a way that I knew meant that he wanted to change the topic from how the Blue Jays were doing (I was pleased he was a baseball fan – I could see us going to games together) to something a little more personal. “You’ve really never done anything more than oral with another guy?”
“No, not yet.” The liquid courage took over and suddenly I was saying way more than I should. “I want to, though. I mean, I, uh… I used some… toys. You know, to see how it feels…” Why the hell was I telling him that? Who said that kind of thing to someone they just met?
“I mean, uh…”
Sam laughed a little. “Don’t worry about it – and I definitely know all about that,” he said with a mischievous smile.
“Well, it’s just that the guys I have been with were all inexperienced, too, and blow jobs were just the starting point and we never got beyond that.”
“Well, I promise you that I will be gentle…” he said as he smiled coyly.
“Holy shit! He wants to fuck me,” I thought. Would I let him? I wondered. And the answer came quickly, because I did want it. The thought of him, specifically, fucking me, made me very horny. But was I ready tonight?
“I’m not sure I am ready to do that tonight, but I, uh, I would like to go back to your place,“ I said, trying desperately to seem sexy instead of drunk.
Sam laughed. “Okay,” he said, “I’m willing to start slow. Shall we go?”
As he said that, he placed his hand on the small of my back and pulled me slightly closer. I felt a jolt of electricity go through me. “Come on,” he said, and led me out the door.
When we got to his place, he closed the door and turned to me and started nibbling on my neck, which I fucking love, before sticking his tongue in my mouth in one of the most passionate, animalistic kisses I have ever experienced. It was so hot that my cock immediately started leaking and I started to practically tear his clothes from his body.
I pushed him towards his couch and, as I sank to my knees, freed his cock as I pulled his jeans and underwear down and off together. I pushed him back onto his couch and immediately set about satisfying it. Like mine, it had leaked a little and I licked the precum off before engulfing his cock completely with my hungry mouth.
Sam was completely shaved and was very smooth. He smelled good, too, and his cock looked huge with no pubic hair there, though it probably was an average size.
I devoured that cock while running my hands up his body and it wasn’t long before he came.
“Kiss me,” he said. “I want to taste my cum on your tongue.”
Oof, kinky. I loved that. We kissed for a little while before lying down on the couch together and talking some more. He kept running his hands over my body, which was making me very horny and I couldn’t help but hope he would recover so I could suck his cock again. It took about 15 minutes before he got up and pulled me to my feet and led me to his bedroom.
He stripped my clothes off me so that, like him, I was now naked. He pushed me onto the bed before climbing on top of me. I somehow felt both vulnerable and protected as his body hovered above mine. He started to kiss and nibble on my chest, making his way up to my neck again, where his nibbles sent shockwaves through my body. I started to writhe with pleasure under his ministrations. He started to reposition himself so that he could reach my dick to suck it and I quickly made sure to wiggle myself to a position so we could 69.
This was my first 69 with a guy and, honestly, it felt weird at first. But Sam was experienced and while he licked and sucked me, he started to move his body in such a way that it made it easier to reciprocate. I reached around him to grab his ass so that I could control the pace a bit better, squeezing his tight ass. And as I lay there, feeling his lips and tongue pleasuring me while his cock went in and out of my mouth, I decided that next week, I would prepare myself and let him fuck me. I spent the next few minutes trying to focus on what he was doing to me, but the thought of gripping his cock with my ass and milking his cum out of him started to drive me crazy.
I started to buck uncontrollably as I came in his mouth, the thought of me on my knees while he buried his cock in my ass over and over driving me wild.
He came shortly after and we shared a few passionate kisses as we came down from the sexual high.
“I’m not ready tonight,” I told him, “but I want you to come to my place next weekend and fuck me.”
“You do, do you?” he said with a wicked grin
“You make sure you make it and I will make sure I am ready.”
“Yeah? You sure?”
“Yeah, I want you to bury your cock in my ass. I want to feel you cum inside me.”