Cockatoo Part 4
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“How an unexpected night changed my life forever”
To fully understand, you have to know how it all came about. I wrote about it earlier. You have to put yourself in my shoes. You have to remember when you were that age, so horny you could mastubate 3 times a day and still drool over every sexy girl, or boy, that walked by. I was at the age when you just start getting your first tastes of freedom and start experimenting with sex.
My next shift at the restaurant was days after the Christmas party. I was so nervous to go. I thought that maybe everyone would know what had happened at Sherry’s, what I had done with Eric, but no one seemed to know or act any different. Except for hostess Sherry’s “Heyyyy, Paul!” it was business as usual. Hours had gone by and I had avoided Eric, the bartender there, the whole time. Then I heard him say, “Paul” and hold up a glass of Coke. I said thank you and took a sip. It was a Rum and Coke! I looked up at him and he smiled, I smiled back.
Feeling more comfortable, feeling things were sort of normal, I felt at ease. At the end of my shift, I sat in my car in the back parking lot hoping to maybe meet up with Sherry and although I wouldn’t have admitted it, maybe Eric. Anyone that might touch my cock really. As I said, at that age I was little more than a walking hard on. Eric knocked on my window.
Within minutes my windows were totally foggy up and Eric’s big, warm, wet, wonderful mouth was on my hard cock. He felt incredible, making me feel light headed and like I was intoxicated. Every time I neared orgasm, Eric would pull his mouth off me, two, three, four times. I was clawing at my car seat, dying to cum. “I can tell when you are about to cum” Eric said. “Please don’t stop, please make me cum” I was begging for it now, I was begging HIM for it now. He lowered his mouth back onto me and my eyes rolled back in my head and released an explosive orgasm into his mouth. Eric swallowed every drop, then I told him I had to go.
The drive home, that night and days later, I regretted not touching him, not touching that big, beautiful, thick cock of his. I told myself next time I wouldn’t miss out. I knew I had to give into my lust, the urges were just to strong. My next shift, I asked Eric if maybe I could go to his place sometime. Yes, I was nervous to ask, but I needed more. He handed me his number and said, “any time.”
We set up a time a few days later and with nervous excitement, I met him at his place. Eric let me in and offered to give me a massage. I took my shirt off and layed on his couch. I was hard before he even touched me. Feeling his back hands on me, I was more confident than ever that this is what I wanted, maybe even needed. I ask him if we could go to his bedroom.
We walked into his room in silence. Eric went to the far corner and began to undress. I did the same near the edge of the bed. Eric climb on to his bed and all ready knowing what I wanted, quickly moved to his side as he layed back. I could not take my eyes off his big cock, he looked incredible. I touched his big thigh, then moved my trembling hand to his thick, beautiful dick and felt his firm shaft with my fingers. His enormous balls hung between his legs.
I had never thought about a man’s balls before, never thought about them as being sexy, but I absolutely loved and was infatuated with Eric’s. They were huge. I made a “c” shape with my hand and reached under his sack. Pushing them up with my hand against his shaft, making his tight, wrinkled dark skinned balls look even bigger, I couldn’t even see my hand anymore. Call me Gay if you want, a faggot or whatever and I would not have cared. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to lick and suck them, and I did. Lowering my mouth to his enormous sack, I licking each of his huge testicles and sucked on them gently. His balls became wet with my saliva before I moved to his magnificent cock. Licking every inch of his manhood, I exploded every curve and every vein with my tongue and felt his firm, thick, pulsing shaft with my mouth. Eric began to stroke himself. Sitting up, he said, “Come here.”
He had me lay down and he stroked himself above me. I began to want his cum, I craved his cum. Eric’s cum that first night had only oozed out, as if making you earn it, you had to want it.
I began to stroke myself as I layed under him. I was so turned on. The wait, the anticipation, only made me hornier and want his seed even more.
Eric began to cum, his white jizz, clung thick and sticky to the tip of his cock and I moaned for it. So thick and creamy, it wasn’t going to drip into my mouth, I was going to have to lick it off if I wanted to taste it. I had to earn it. My open mouth begged for it.
I licked the beautiful white jizz off his thick, dark skinned head and immediately and greedily swallowed it. His taste made my body and mind tingle. If I didn’t know if I was Gay for sure before, I knew now.
To fully understand, you have to know how it all came about. I wrote about it earlier. You have to put yourself in my shoes. You have to remember when you were that age, so horny you could mastubate 3 times a day and still drool over every sexy girl, or boy, that walked by. I was at the age when you just start getting your first tastes of freedom and start experimenting with sex.
My next shift at the restaurant was days after the Christmas party. I was so nervous to go. I thought that maybe everyone would know what had happened at Sherry’s, what I had done with Eric, but no one seemed to know or act any different. Except for hostess Sherry’s “Heyyyy, Paul!” it was business as usual. Hours had gone by and I had avoided Eric, the bartender there, the whole time. Then I heard him say, “Paul” and hold up a glass of Coke. I said thank you and took a sip. It was a Rum and Coke! I looked up at him and he smiled, I smiled back.
Feeling more comfortable, feeling things were sort of normal, I felt at ease. At the end of my shift, I sat in my car in the back parking lot hoping to maybe meet up with Sherry and although I wouldn’t have admitted it, maybe Eric. Anyone that might touch my cock really. As I said, at that age I was little more than a walking hard on. Eric knocked on my window.
Within minutes my windows were totally foggy up and Eric’s big, warm, wet, wonderful mouth was on my hard cock. He felt incredible, making me feel light headed and like I was intoxicated. Every time I neared orgasm, Eric would pull his mouth off me, two, three, four times. I was clawing at my car seat, dying to cum. “I can tell when you are about to cum” Eric said. “Please don’t stop, please make me cum” I was begging for it now, I was begging HIM for it now. He lowered his mouth back onto me and my eyes rolled back in my head and released an explosive orgasm into his mouth. Eric swallowed every drop, then I told him I had to go.
The drive home, that night and days later, I regretted not touching him, not touching that big, beautiful, thick cock of his. I told myself next time I wouldn’t miss out. I knew I had to give into my lust, the urges were just to strong. My next shift, I asked Eric if maybe I could go to his place sometime. Yes, I was nervous to ask, but I needed more. He handed me his number and said, “any time.”
We set up a time a few days later and with nervous excitement, I met him at his place. Eric let me in and offered to give me a massage. I took my shirt off and layed on his couch. I was hard before he even touched me. Feeling his back hands on me, I was more confident than ever that this is what I wanted, maybe even needed. I ask him if we could go to his bedroom.
We walked into his room in silence. Eric went to the far corner and began to undress. I did the same near the edge of the bed. Eric climb on to his bed and all ready knowing what I wanted, quickly moved to his side as he layed back. I could not take my eyes off his big cock, he looked incredible. I touched his big thigh, then moved my trembling hand to his thick, beautiful dick and felt his firm shaft with my fingers. His enormous balls hung between his legs.
I had never thought about a man’s balls before, never thought about them as being sexy, but I absolutely loved and was infatuated with Eric’s. They were huge. I made a “c” shape with my hand and reached under his sack. Pushing them up with my hand against his shaft, making his tight, wrinkled dark skinned balls look even bigger, I couldn’t even see my hand anymore. Call me Gay if you want, a faggot or whatever and I would not have cared. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to lick and suck them, and I did. Lowering my mouth to his enormous sack, I licking each of his huge testicles and sucked on them gently. His balls became wet with my saliva before I moved to his magnificent cock. Licking every inch of his manhood, I exploded every curve and every vein with my tongue and felt his firm, thick, pulsing shaft with my mouth. Eric began to stroke himself. Sitting up, he said, “Come here.”
He had me lay down and he stroked himself above me. I began to want his cum, I craved his cum. Eric’s cum that first night had only oozed out, as if making you earn it, you had to want it.
I began to stroke myself as I layed under him. I was so turned on. The wait, the anticipation, only made me hornier and want his seed even more.
Eric began to cum, his white jizz, clung thick and sticky to the tip of his cock and I moaned for it. So thick and creamy, it wasn’t going to drip into my mouth, I was going to have to lick it off if I wanted to taste it. I had to earn it. My open mouth begged for it.
I licked the beautiful white jizz off his thick, dark skinned head and immediately and greedily swallowed it. His taste made my body and mind tingle. If I didn’t know if I was Gay for sure before, I knew now.
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