Foretaste
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I am horny as can be. I was a late bloomer of sorts,
but I had gone through enough
puberty (and porn) to know that I was going along fine,
and maybe even ahead of the game. Still, even my
relationships and amazing video collection (seriously I
have the best of all of my favorite types: young girls,
cum, interracial, - I prefer ones I can relate to more)
couldn't satisfy me fully. No matter how many times or
how much I came, nothing could stem the blood that
always seem to raise my cock to full mast.
I'm in really good shape, an accomplished soccer player
and swimmer, and I consider myself endowed in many
ways. But somewhere, in the back of my mind, every time
I was experiencing something myself or even watching a
porn flick, a desire to try something different
fluttered through my mind. I couldn't help but wonder
what it felt like to surrender your mouth to another
man, kneel in front of him as he slid in and out right
before your eyes.
The opportunity soon arrived one night at an aquatic
center outside my neighborhood; I figured I should
frequent some training facility in the off-season. I
had never been there before, but it was really quiet
and I didn't have to deal with any of the annoying life
guards that I had come to know. I was also glad to see
some new faces, and most of all no real snobby bastards
obsessed with pool safety or with rule breaking in a
pool for practiced swimmers.
It was really late, but my parents didn't mind what
time I usually came home as long as I did so safely and
I had driven there anyway so I wasn't worried about
transportation. I thought I had time for a few more
laps but security had already locked up and the only
way to open was from the inside so I pulled myself out
of the deserted pool and sloshed into locker rooms. As
I grabbed a towel and started to dry off, I noticed
that the sauna was still open. It wasn't exactly in
kosher to go there after laps for a teenager but there
was no one really around so what the heck.
I took off my trunks but brought the towel with me for
some reason, in case I felt like some things didn't
need to be exposed to the heat. When I walked in, I was
slightly surprised to see a guy reclining on the bench,
eyes closed, with a towel thrown over his lap.
He seemed completely regular, a typical older male. The
sauna was a little small so I sat a little ways away
from him. I must have been closer than I thought
because he took a little start and looked up at me.
"Sorry, must have lost track of the time. Do you know
what it is now?" I told him, and he responded, "Wow, I
must have drifted off. Place seems more peaceful during
weeknights."
We started to make a little small talk and to my
embarrassment, I felt myself starting to swell and push
upwards, tenting against the towel. He must have
noticed, I thought, maybe I should think about leaving.
But I quickly changed my mind when he removed the
covering from his thighs and cushioned his neck with
it. I glanced, and then gazed at his penis.
It was glorious in my opinion. Not exorbitantly large,
but big. It was enormously thick, menacing and mean
looking. It had the gnarled appearance of a dense tree
branch and seemed just as broad. It was fascinating. I
was sure he had noticed me looking and true enough he
joked, "Seen one, before?"
I nodded but didn't look away.
I moved closer to hear what he was saying and asked him
to repeat it. He told me not to worry about it. He was
growing. I would be lying if I said I wasn't also. He
reached downwards and gave it a light tug. "I'm sure
you at least know how to jack off…Right?"
I had to show him. "Nice. You might be bigger than I
am." Suddenly he stopped and covered himself again.
"Show's over, I think." But his erection disagreed. He
looked at me and looked back at his groin. I slid my
hand under his towel and searched for his length. It
wasn't too hard to find. I wanted to be closer.
I moved right next to him, but he stopped me and pushed
my hand down to the floor. "From down there," he said.
I knelt in front of him, obediently. He said nothing
else as I analyzed him. I ran my hands up and down its
curves, wanting to ingrain the feel of each and every
veiny throb that pulsed beneath them. For some reason
he put the towel over my head and his lap.
I couldn't wrap my fingertips around the hairy base and
both my hands barely covered the whole thing. Unlike
me, he wasn't leaking much pre-cum, but was moist from
the heat. The skin was surprisingly smooth and supple,
with faint steel like hardness underneath. I began
stroking him in earnest and finally, after what must
have been minutes and minutes a clear drop of liquid
appeared at the tip and stayed, budding enticingly at
the slit. I automatically scooted closer.
Suddenly, there was a rhythmic, metallic rapping
outside the door. I froze. The drop remained. The noise
continued. "That's jut the janitor. He likes to check
and make sure the lockers are all closed. Don't worry
about anyone else…" His hand had rubbed against the back
of my neck and glided into my hair encouragingly. I
didn't need it. His words turned into a low groan. I
moved forward and in one magnificent, triumphant lick,
my tongue drew across my first cock as I tasted its
sweaty saltiness, its raw power. I liked it. He started
giving me some instruction, but I had some idea of what
I wanted to do.
"Wrap your lips around the head." I stuffed its girth
into my mouth and sucked hard. I allowed my tongue to
dance up and down until it was slick with my saliva. He
told me he hadn't come in a while. He was already
close. I continued to enjoy it. Bobbing back and forth
as it became easier and easier to take it into my
mouth. I did as I knew, sucking on the upstrokes,
stopping with the up to the rim and licking
frantically. More of the rewarding juice leaked out as
I felt it swim around and slip down my throat. As I did
this, I would roll his proportionate balls in one of
my hands as the other would stroke him. I would stop
occasionally to test them out as well. I was savoring
it and from his words of encouragement I was doing
well. He finally pulled the stifling towel from over my
head and looked down at me and thrust against me.
"That's it, pretty boy. Get ready to swallow my cum.
Imagine what your parents would think." I didn't care
much. "I bet you have a nice young girlfriend. She
probably blows you just like this. What would she say?"
I put that aside as well. He was fucking my face,
humping in and out. I touched myself, very close to
coming as well
He began to jack himself off now. I clamped my lips
around the gigantic head and wrapped my tongue around
as possible. I then grazed my teeth on the thick ridge
behind it. And then came, what I had been waiting for.
He started to let loose. His little amount of pre-cum
belied his delicious semen. It dribbled out in a thick
copious stream into my mouth. He was shaking. I had to
pull my mouth off of him to keep myself from choking.
I gathered the rest in my hand as one spurt escaped as
slapped me on the chin. I tasted it. It was warm and
thick. I felt it roll down my throat. I took the rest
and rubbed it on his softening cock. I couldn't let it
waste. I licked it all over once more and kept in it in
my mouth until he was completely shrunk. I loved the
taste, the feel of it. Ecstasy.
"That was amazing, k**." He patted the bench and asked
me to finish for him. I came and came all over his
hands which rubbed my abs and thighs. They were almost
completely glazed, so much you couldn't even see his
wedding band. He told me he had never seen someone cum
that much at once and I began to harden again. He said
sorry, getting late now, and walked out and licked my
cum that remained on him.
I stayed for a few more minutes, feeling spent and
exhausted. My cock was huge and hard again, but I
didn't think I had the strength to take care of it. I
left and rinsed off in the showers and when I walked
back, all that remained was a business card on my
things.
but I had gone through enough
puberty (and porn) to know that I was going along fine,
and maybe even ahead of the game. Still, even my
relationships and amazing video collection (seriously I
have the best of all of my favorite types: young girls,
cum, interracial, - I prefer ones I can relate to more)
couldn't satisfy me fully. No matter how many times or
how much I came, nothing could stem the blood that
always seem to raise my cock to full mast.
I'm in really good shape, an accomplished soccer player
and swimmer, and I consider myself endowed in many
ways. But somewhere, in the back of my mind, every time
I was experiencing something myself or even watching a
porn flick, a desire to try something different
fluttered through my mind. I couldn't help but wonder
what it felt like to surrender your mouth to another
man, kneel in front of him as he slid in and out right
before your eyes.
The opportunity soon arrived one night at an aquatic
center outside my neighborhood; I figured I should
frequent some training facility in the off-season. I
had never been there before, but it was really quiet
and I didn't have to deal with any of the annoying life
guards that I had come to know. I was also glad to see
some new faces, and most of all no real snobby bastards
obsessed with pool safety or with rule breaking in a
pool for practiced swimmers.
It was really late, but my parents didn't mind what
time I usually came home as long as I did so safely and
I had driven there anyway so I wasn't worried about
transportation. I thought I had time for a few more
laps but security had already locked up and the only
way to open was from the inside so I pulled myself out
of the deserted pool and sloshed into locker rooms. As
I grabbed a towel and started to dry off, I noticed
that the sauna was still open. It wasn't exactly in
kosher to go there after laps for a teenager but there
was no one really around so what the heck.
I took off my trunks but brought the towel with me for
some reason, in case I felt like some things didn't
need to be exposed to the heat. When I walked in, I was
slightly surprised to see a guy reclining on the bench,
eyes closed, with a towel thrown over his lap.
He seemed completely regular, a typical older male. The
sauna was a little small so I sat a little ways away
from him. I must have been closer than I thought
because he took a little start and looked up at me.
"Sorry, must have lost track of the time. Do you know
what it is now?" I told him, and he responded, "Wow, I
must have drifted off. Place seems more peaceful during
weeknights."
We started to make a little small talk and to my
embarrassment, I felt myself starting to swell and push
upwards, tenting against the towel. He must have
noticed, I thought, maybe I should think about leaving.
But I quickly changed my mind when he removed the
covering from his thighs and cushioned his neck with
it. I glanced, and then gazed at his penis.
It was glorious in my opinion. Not exorbitantly large,
but big. It was enormously thick, menacing and mean
looking. It had the gnarled appearance of a dense tree
branch and seemed just as broad. It was fascinating. I
was sure he had noticed me looking and true enough he
joked, "Seen one, before?"
I nodded but didn't look away.
I moved closer to hear what he was saying and asked him
to repeat it. He told me not to worry about it. He was
growing. I would be lying if I said I wasn't also. He
reached downwards and gave it a light tug. "I'm sure
you at least know how to jack off…Right?"
I had to show him. "Nice. You might be bigger than I
am." Suddenly he stopped and covered himself again.
"Show's over, I think." But his erection disagreed. He
looked at me and looked back at his groin. I slid my
hand under his towel and searched for his length. It
wasn't too hard to find. I wanted to be closer.
I moved right next to him, but he stopped me and pushed
my hand down to the floor. "From down there," he said.
I knelt in front of him, obediently. He said nothing
else as I analyzed him. I ran my hands up and down its
curves, wanting to ingrain the feel of each and every
veiny throb that pulsed beneath them. For some reason
he put the towel over my head and his lap.
I couldn't wrap my fingertips around the hairy base and
both my hands barely covered the whole thing. Unlike
me, he wasn't leaking much pre-cum, but was moist from
the heat. The skin was surprisingly smooth and supple,
with faint steel like hardness underneath. I began
stroking him in earnest and finally, after what must
have been minutes and minutes a clear drop of liquid
appeared at the tip and stayed, budding enticingly at
the slit. I automatically scooted closer.
Suddenly, there was a rhythmic, metallic rapping
outside the door. I froze. The drop remained. The noise
continued. "That's jut the janitor. He likes to check
and make sure the lockers are all closed. Don't worry
about anyone else…" His hand had rubbed against the back
of my neck and glided into my hair encouragingly. I
didn't need it. His words turned into a low groan. I
moved forward and in one magnificent, triumphant lick,
my tongue drew across my first cock as I tasted its
sweaty saltiness, its raw power. I liked it. He started
giving me some instruction, but I had some idea of what
I wanted to do.
"Wrap your lips around the head." I stuffed its girth
into my mouth and sucked hard. I allowed my tongue to
dance up and down until it was slick with my saliva. He
told me he hadn't come in a while. He was already
close. I continued to enjoy it. Bobbing back and forth
as it became easier and easier to take it into my
mouth. I did as I knew, sucking on the upstrokes,
stopping with the up to the rim and licking
frantically. More of the rewarding juice leaked out as
I felt it swim around and slip down my throat. As I did
this, I would roll his proportionate balls in one of
my hands as the other would stroke him. I would stop
occasionally to test them out as well. I was savoring
it and from his words of encouragement I was doing
well. He finally pulled the stifling towel from over my
head and looked down at me and thrust against me.
"That's it, pretty boy. Get ready to swallow my cum.
Imagine what your parents would think." I didn't care
much. "I bet you have a nice young girlfriend. She
probably blows you just like this. What would she say?"
I put that aside as well. He was fucking my face,
humping in and out. I touched myself, very close to
coming as well
He began to jack himself off now. I clamped my lips
around the gigantic head and wrapped my tongue around
as possible. I then grazed my teeth on the thick ridge
behind it. And then came, what I had been waiting for.
He started to let loose. His little amount of pre-cum
belied his delicious semen. It dribbled out in a thick
copious stream into my mouth. He was shaking. I had to
pull my mouth off of him to keep myself from choking.
I gathered the rest in my hand as one spurt escaped as
slapped me on the chin. I tasted it. It was warm and
thick. I felt it roll down my throat. I took the rest
and rubbed it on his softening cock. I couldn't let it
waste. I licked it all over once more and kept in it in
my mouth until he was completely shrunk. I loved the
taste, the feel of it. Ecstasy.
"That was amazing, k**." He patted the bench and asked
me to finish for him. I came and came all over his
hands which rubbed my abs and thighs. They were almost
completely glazed, so much you couldn't even see his
wedding band. He told me he had never seen someone cum
that much at once and I began to harden again. He said
sorry, getting late now, and walked out and licked my
cum that remained on him.
I stayed for a few more minutes, feeling spent and
exhausted. My cock was huge and hard again, but I
didn't think I had the strength to take care of it. I
left and rinsed off in the showers and when I walked
back, all that remained was a business card on my
things.
Kaidence
- 10.01.2021
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