Back home after our experience at the fair, I found myself nervous about seeing Dave again. Would things be different? Would we still be friends? Was he a ‘homosexual’ as we innocently called them in those days? And most troubling, why were my horny memories of Dave and me blowing each other still so strong? Why did I have this urge to masturbate when the images of Dave sucking me kept recurring to me? Was I bi, or curious, or had it all been a big mistake?
Finally, Dave called. I answered nervously, but I tried to sound casual and friendly. Dave said that I should come over and mentioned that his parents were out. We would be alone in the house. I felt a tingling in my loins, and a devilish part of my mind took over. I don’t know what I was really thinking, but I dropped my usual jeans and took off my underwear. I wet a facecloth and scrubbed my cock and balls in the shower, then put on a pair of baggy shorts with short open legs. I took a hand mirror and checked to see if my scrotum was visible from below. It was. It was a hot day, and my testicles were hanging low to stay cool and very close to the pant leg opening. I reached in with the tips of my fingers and lifted them a few times, and felt a thrill deep in my pelvis.
I threw on a T-shirt and sandals.
Why was I going through all these preparations? Why was I so agitated? What was I anticipating? I told my superficial mind that I was just feeling innocently horny, and I wasn’t really expecting anything further. But I wanted to see what Dave might do. Would he be embarrassed about what had happened in Montreal, or would he want to suck me off again?
With a shock, I realized which of the two possibilities I was hoping for.
So I took the short walk to Dave’s house, trying not to hurry, almost trembling with nervous energy.
Dave greeted me at the door, and all was as usual. I tried to hide my nervousness by saying, “Too hot for jeans today so I’m wearing shorts. Hope you don’t mind.”
Wearing anything but jeans was considered less than masculine somehow by both of us, and bare feet in sandals, well, that was almost gay material. But Dave said nothing and we retired to the cooler basement rec room where we usually hung out.
I flopped on the couch with my legs apart and let my sandals dangle off my toes, lifting my knees as I did so.
“You’re showing a lot of leg,” Dave smirked. I wasn’t sure if he could see my balls, so I slid my butt forward a bit, causing my shorts to ride higher. Dave kept looking at my bare legs, so I knew he had something to see.
“You like what you see?” I boldly replied, embarrassed to use such a sexual cliché, but who cared at this point? We hadn’t spoken about the Montreal incident yet but I felt this was somehow an acknowledgment that Dave and I had shared an intimate sexual experience and that it was all okay.
“Your balls are hanging out.” He sat down beside me and put a hand just above my bare knee.
“Maybe you should tuck them back in,” I suggested. I was teasing, but my cock was stirring and I felt almost breathless with anxiety. What was I doing? I was afraid, but I could not do anything but go along with what was clearly happening between us. Or between me and my cock.
Dave’s hand slowly moved up my thigh, caressing the sensitive inside flesh as he went, very deliberately showing me what his intentions were. We both watched his hand as it drew closer to the opening of the the shorts where my still loose scrotum lay waiting just inside the open pant-leg. As his fingers entered the opening, he touched the sensitive skin of my scrotum. I jumped slightly, and Dave gave a short laugh. He glanced up at me, smiled, then took both my balls in his fingers and fondled them the way I do when masturbating.
I let my head roll back. Dave was really turning me on. He rolled my scrotum around, lifting and letting it slide off, then gathering it up again gently. My cock had meanwhile filled up and moved up my stomach, out of reach. Dave’s fingers continued to gently slide around my balls, pushing them back and forth, fondling them, pleasuring me in a way I had never experienced from anyone but myself. My breathing became deeper. I knew then that this was the beginning of something seriously sexual, and I was powerless to stop it. I was giving in. I was going all the way.
I blurted out something I thought I would never say, “Oh my god, Dave, that feels really good. I could suck your cock if you keep doing that!”
“Hmm, that’s sounding good, but maybe a bit gay?” Dave said with a slight teasing smile, and we both could feel any embarrassment drop away to be replaced with another type of tension altogether. We had stopped caring so much about appearances.
“If you sucked my cock, what would happen if you made me cum?” he asked with a forced casualness.
“If you wanted me to I suppose you could cum in my mouth,” I replied.
“Yes, but would you swallow?”
“I guess I could, but I would have to be pretty horny.”
“Does this help?” Dave said as he continued to gently stroke my balls with a feathery lightness that was driving me crazy. The sensation in my scrotum was spreading throughout my whole pelvis; my cock was rock hard, straining to shoot my semen.
Just exchanging those words with Dave made my cock throb, and I knew I needed to cum, no matter what I had to do to get there. And yes, I would even be willing for Dave to cum in my mouth if he wanted to.
Memories of what a mouthful of his cum tasted like filled my imagination, and I wondered if I could still swallow it. I thought about Dave putting his cock into my ass and what that would be like. I was willing to try anything if it meant continuing to feel this good. These imaginings made me even more aroused, and I knew my orgasm was definitely going to happen soon.
Lost in a world of desire and pleasure, my body was remembering our previous time together in Montreal. I was amazed at how my inhibitions had evaporated. I was not nervous at all anymore. I just ‘wanted it’ very badly.
Dave’s hand moved deeper into my shorts, and I pulled my abdomen in to let his fingers slide up to my now fully inflated member.
“Ohh! Don’t stop,” I moaned, unashamedly.
“So now do you believe you’re gay?” Dave slyly asked.
“I don’t care what you call it,” I almost gasped. “Let’s get our clothes off! I want it.”
“Oh, so you want it, eh? What exactly do you want?”
Dave’s verbal repartee was frustrating me. So I said, “I’ll do whatever you want me to,” looking him right in the eyes. We both experienced a flash of deep organic desire. We both knew in that instant what we wanted. I didn’t have to be psychic to sense the electric atmosphere in that moment.
Memories of my times masturbating to this kind of fantasy filled my mind as I kicked off my sandals and pulled off my T-shirt. Dave watched as I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down. I felt completely uninhibited as I undressed for him. I wanted him to see me naked; to show him how aroused I was; how my cock looked, erect and straining with a purple mushroom head.
He stared at my throbbing genitals nervously, but with a clearly recognizable hunger in his eyes. Dave had already seen my cock and balls, felt them, had them in his mouth, but I could see by the look on his face how was thrilled he was at how willing I was to offer myself to him.
Things were moving so fast that I was afraid he might hesitate, so I got down on my knees between his legs and said, “Let me help you.” I had no shame; I felt like a cock slut.
I unbuckled his belt, slipped the button through the buttonhole and pulled the zipper down. “Lift your bum a bit.”
He lifted and I pulled everything down to his ankles: his jeans and his underwear. As I bent down to slide his clothes off, my face came tantalizingly close to his crotch, and I could smell his sweaty package. I hooked my fingers into the tops of his socks and slid them off, too. I let my hair brush against his genitals, then raised my head and was face-to-face with his cock and balls. As I focused my gaze, realized that I hadn’t seen Dave completely naked last time; he had been wearing pyjamas. The sight of his semi-erect penis between his muscular thighs took my breath away and made my already hard cock twitch. I would have to be careful not to cum too soon.
His penis was like I remembered, but even bigger in the afternoon daylight and actually growing before my eyes. His member slowly crept sideways as it filled with blood until it lifted straight up and out, right at me, inviting me to suck it. I knew then that I could not resist, and I would suck his cock, yes, to completion. I pushed my face into the warmth of his masculinity and let his man flesh spread over my nose and mouth and eyes. I lifted his balls with my nose, inhaling his masculinity. Oh, I wanted him.
I pulled Dave’s shirt over his head and threw it aside. We were both now naked. I was standing before him; he was seated, so I climbed onto his lap, our cocks rubbing together. I rotated my pelvis to increase our genital contact. I held his head against my neck. Our faces were close enough that we could have kissed, but we were still way too inexperienced for that sort of intimacy. We were still two young men masturbating together. Homosexuality was a vague idea; we just wanted to cum.
And yet we could give each other orgasms, cum together, watch each other writhe with passionate pleasure, but pretending it was all just mutual jerking off. Who were we kidding? We were two males having sex, gay sex.
I ground our cocks together. I looked down at Dave’s face. He was looking back at me with that slight smile of pleasure that signalled to me that everything was going the way we wanted. “You know that I am going to suck your cock,” I said in that moment of stillness. “It’s my turn.”
It occurred to me that I was putting my sexual fantasies into words and actually saying them aloud, not just in my imagination but for real and to another man! I was admitting that I wanted to suck cock; I was a cocksucker.
I pushed those thoughts aside and got back down on my knees.
“Are you gonna go all the way?” Dave asked. I knew I was ready, and I certainly hoped he was.
“Do you want me to?” I asked, my eyes flirting with him. I wanted him to tell me that he wanted me to suck him.
“I might enjoy that,” he flirted back.
“Tell me to suck you off,” I said.
“Oh yeah, suck my cock and make sure you swallow my load.”
A thrill of desire went through me as I heard Dave give me permission to fulfill my deepest sexual fantasies.
“Oh, I will. Lie back and enjoy it.”
And with that, I opened my mouth and lowered my head, taking in a good three inches and clamping his cock head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I savoured the warm, fleshy softness over the stiff core of male organ, and actually felt it harden slightly in my mouth. I released my tongue and started to suck upwards until I could feel the ridge of the glans. I ran my tongue around it, then plunged as deep as I could towards his pubic hair and sucked back up, moaning with lust. God, his cock was so beautiful!
I wanted him to cum.
I don’t think Dave had ever had his cock sucked with the intensity I was showing, or with the intention of making him cum. I was moaning with desire, and I am sure he didn’t know what to expect, so I think he was taken by surprise at his own reaction. I continued to suck up and down, letting my saliva lubricate my tight lips, bumping over the ridge of his helmet then sliding down his shaft until it touched the back of the roof of my mouth where I trapped it with my tongue for a brief second. Then back up; the suction pulling my cheeks in.
I knew by his bodily reactions that his juices would be starting to gather around his prostate, and his ejaculation muscles were beginning to tense up, ready to spew his seed. I lightly caressed his balls and I could feel his perineum tighten. I let my middle finger slowly slide down to his anus and gently touched his button. His pelvis squirmed with the sensation.
I stopped sucking to lick around the soft skin of Dave’s cock-head and got a taste of his precum, which was just like mine, slightly salty and viscous. Another turn-on, so I sucked with even more desire to taste his semen. I cupped his balls with my right hand and stroked the shaft at the base with my left. My nose was touching my finger with each plunge down his rigid meat as his soft helmet touched the back of the roof of my mouth.
Dave was losing control of his normal demeanour and started to writhe and breathe faster and then moan, and his voice started to make sounds of animal pleasure. “Aaahh, ahh, ohh!” His breathing became deeper and of longer duration. I thought he was going to cry, but he was about to cum as he had never cum before. I was determined to make sure of that.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he gasped, and I stopped sucking and positioned his cock in my mouth with his helmet just on my tongue so his warm juice wouldn’t shoot too deep. The moment seemed to last forever, like a roller coaster at the peak, just before the inevitable thrill of descent.
I felt a spasm in Dave’s cock right down to his perineum, followed by a spurt of thick semen into my mouth, hitting the back of my tongue with real force. The taste, smell and feel of Dave’s organic fluid caught me by surprise. I almost gagged, but then a second shot and a third, both with the same intensity, followed, and my eyes rolled up in my head with desire. His cock kept pulsing, oozing out smaller quantities now as his orgasm subsided. I was stroking my cock at the same time, and that mouthful of cum was magically erotic to me and made my cock burn with intensity.
I accepted the raw taste, the organic smell and the gooey texture as pure eroticism, not foreign at all. I rolled the masculine nectar around my mouth with my tongue, letting it mix with my saliva, relishing the flavour. I held him gently in my mouth as he slowly calmed down and I marvelled at the sensation in my mouth of still swollen cock bathed in fresh warm semen. Pure bliss to my cock, which was right on the edge of orgasm.
Then I knew I was going to swallow, the ultimate act of a gay cocksucker, an act which I now embraced. Oh, how I loved cock. I pulled back enough to let my mouth and throat gulp down the warm load, then I tightened my lips around his still stiff shaft and pulled them up to squeeze out the last drop of cum and licked it out of his piss-slit for one last taste of his love juice.
As Dave softened in my mouth, I savoured the aftertaste of his semen, enjoying the feeling of giving pleasure to another man. I was in heaven. I had done it! I had sucked off another man and swallowed his cum.
“Oh man, oh fucking hell, that was incredible!” Dave said. His chest and face were bright red and his eyes were wet.
I felt real satisfaction at his words, knowing that I had given him the same sexual bliss that I was feeling
The bliss I was now hoping to experience. I was still raging with horniness and I was afraid of losing control and spewing my cum all over him.
“Wow, that was a big load,” I said, as I looked at Dave. I could still taste his cum and also feel the texture coating my mouth.
“I guess we’re both cocksuckers now!” I said, as I stood up, stroking my cock, which was pointing straight out, still fully erect and so hard it almost hurt. I hoped Dave knew what I was implying.
Dave had collapsed back on sofa with a satisfied smile on his face, so I climbed up beside him, letting my cock brush his cheek. I smeared some pre-cum on his upper lip. I was so close to ejaculating and wondered what he would do.
Thankfully, he turned his head and took my cock in his mouth and started sucking rhythmically. He shifted position and reached over to fondle my balls as he had when we started, and I was gone. I lost control and let myself go. I could hardly keep my cock in his mouth as I grabbed his shoulders and held him close. My cock took over. No more holding back. Dave held my cock in his mouth as my body heaved and bucked. I emptied my lungs in time with my cock emptying its pungent load. Each shot of cum into Dave’s warm mouth was a blast of pleasure and release for my whole body.
“Huh! Huh! Huh!” My lungs matched my cock’s pulsing; my reward for becoming a cock sucker.
Dave, to his credit, took it all and, letting his chin drop, swallowed and looked back up at me. He licked his lips and smiled. We had shared something big, something significant. I felt no post-orgasmic guilt, just pure relaxation and joy, having shared this special experience with Dave. My gay virgin mind wondered if that might be love.
I knew I had to travel more in this strange new land.