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First let me explain that I have ALWAYS been into sex. All sorts of sex. For as long as I remember, I have always been a horny freak. When I was young, it used to upset me, I thought I was a freak for needing it so much. I rubbed one off several times a day, and when you’re in your teens, sex isn’t as readily available. When I found a girlfriend, at 16, she wasn’t giving it up readily, or right away, anyway. I ended up losing my virginity to her mother. At one point, I was sleeping with both of them, but that’s another story. My girl, Karen, and I would fuck pretty much every chance we had once we were sleeping together. Still, after about a year, it still wasn’t enough. At this point in my life, I had never really given any thought to trying bi sex, but it did sort of sneak up on me. One day, my car was broke down, so I was hitchhiking home from work, and a guy picked me up.
“Where ya headed?” He asked.
“South Street?” I replied hopefully.
“Hop in!” He was a little older than me, in his early 20’s. We chatted a bit, and he asked if I wanted to go to his place to smoke a joint, and have a few beers. This sounded like a great idea and I had nothing better to do, so of course I accepted. He introduced himself as John. Once at his place, he gave me a beer, and opened one for himself, and he sat down and expertly rolled a fat joint. As we smoked it, the conversation casually turned to sex. I told him I had a girlfriend, and how great she was in bed. He must have had porn already cued up in the VCR, and he turned on the TV. I watched intently as a big tittied blond girl was going to town on a huge cock.
“This girl is an expert cocksucker!” John commented.
“Oh hell yeah” I said.
As we talked about blowjobs, and watched porn, the beer and pot was having its effect on me, and I couldn’t conceal my growing hardon.
“You can take that out and stroke it if you like… Hope you don’t mind if I do.” John said. I don’t know what came over me, but at the time, that sounded like a great idea! I unzipped my jeans, pulled them down a bit, and took out my 18 year old cock. We continued to talk about the porn on TV as we both sat on the couch and stroked our cocks.
I stole a glance at John, and saw that he wasn’t even watching the TV, but intently watching me. I finally mustered the courage to check his cock out, and noticed he was completely hair free down there. His cock was about 8 inches, with a big mushroom head. I still had no idea what was going on when he said “You have a great looking cock, buddy!” I thanked him for the compliment, and told him his looked great too.
“Can I touch it?” he asked. I sat there speechless, my brain moving at a mile a minute, not even sure how to react, when he reached over and started stroking my now rock hard cock. I was caught so off guard, I just sat there not knowing what to do! I do know, though, that it felt GREAT! I was a bit weirded out though, and couldn’t look him in the eye. A small moan escaped my mouth as I intently watched the girl on the TV sucking the guy’s big cock. As John slowly stroked my cock, I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes.
“mmm… That feels great…” I said, as my mind ran wild. What was I doing, I thought. Wasn’t this gay? Another guy touching me? Did that really matter? It sure felt great, and the excitement was intense. It was the same feeling I had my first time with a woman. As all this was running through my mind, I sensed John had moved, and as I picked up my head, looking down I saw him kneeling between my knees. When he tugged at my jeans, I put up nothing but token resistance. I was in no condition to put up a real defense.
As he continued to stroke my hard cock, he said “You’re gonna love this…” and he went down on me. Holy shit, I was thinking, we can’t do this! I’m no fag, I was thinking. How do I get out of here! As all these thoughts raced through my head I felt my cock at the back of his mouth, and he swallowed it. Holy shit, it went right down his throat. I mean, I had had great blowjobs from Karen, or so I thought before now. Not like this though. All my reservations went out the window at this point. The feeling was incredible, as I watched him take my cock all the way to the balls, deep in his throat. I knew I was close to cumming, but he wouldn’t quite let me, keeping me on the edge for what seemed like forever. Reaching down, I gently grabbed his head, literally fucking his face.
After a few moments of this, I felt the orgasm rising in me, and said “Oh god I’m gonna cum!” He came back off my cock a bit, laying it on his tongue, mouth wide open so I could watch my cock twitch and spurt jet after jet of hot jizz all over his tongue. The moment I stopped cumming, he shoved the whole mess down his throat. Cock, cum, all sliding down his gullet. He pumped my cock into his throat a few times, and I felt the wave of a second, smaller orgasm roll over my body, and I could actually see the bulge in his neck where my cock was twitching as I shot what little cum I had left in me directly down his throat!
“Holy Shit!” I exclaimed as I slumped back on the couch.
“Told you that you’d love it…” John replied as he licked what little cum had escaped his mouth off his lips. It was, in fact the best sex I had ever had. I had NEVER cum twice in such rapid succession; hell I didn’t even know it was possible. Being so young, I could go a second time with Karen within an hour, but wow…
We sat on the couch as I caught my breath, and I guess I started to feel ashamed of myself. I told John I should probably go, and he seemed OK with that and drove me home. He gave me his number, and told me to feel free to call him anytime, I assume for more of the same. When he dropped me off, I was pretty drunk and high, but it was late, and my parents were asleep, so I didn’t get caught.
The next day, I felt horrible. There was guilt, shame, and I was questioning my own manhood. I took Johns phone number out of my pocket and threw it away, never wanting to do that again. Karen and I had LOTS of sex that week, I guess probably to prove to myself I was still manly. A few weeks went by, and I got my car running again, and things were back to normal.
Still, I couldn’t get the encounter out of my head. I still felt bad about it, but found myself becoming more and more curious. I mean, John had, in fact, given me the absolute best head I have ever had. I found myself curious what it would be like. It was just oral sex, right? In my year with Karen, I had become quite good at getting her off with my tongue, and actually took a lot of pride in my oral skills. At the time I thought she was great at giving me head, but how could John be so much better? I even caught myself thinking about him going down on me while I rubbed one out one morning. My brain was in turmoil.
One Saturday, Karen had some sort of family engagement, so I didn’t see her all day or night. I went to a keg party, that had a bonfire, and beer, and a bunch of my buddies were there. We were all having a great time when the cops busted up the party, and I was lucky to make an escape. Once safely away, I drove down the street wondering what to do. Fuck, was I horny. I had some dynamite weed, and smoked a joint, which seemed to lower my inhibitions, and I found myself parked outside John’s house. I could tell he was home because his car was there, and there were lights on in his apartment. It was almost four weeks after I had been there, but it took me about a half hour of sitting in the car to gather the courage to walk up and ring his bell.
“Hey dude, long time no see,” he said when he opened the door, “c’mon in.” We had a few beers, smoked a fattie, and he put some porn on the TV.
I was pretty high at this point. “Why don’t we get comfortable?” he said, and got up and stripped down. This was my first time actually seeing him naked, and I was just high enough to look and take it all in. He was taller than my five-foot-eleven frame, and more muscular, but like me, had very little body hair. He had a dragon tattoo on one shoulder which I thought was pretty cool. His crotch was shaved clean, and his cock about the size of mine at 8 inches, maybe a bit thicker with a big mushroom head. He pulled me to my feet, turned me around and slowly took my clothes off, folding them neatly. He rubbed my ass and stroked my cock as I stood in his living room watching porn. God, it felt great!
“Here, lie down” he said as he led me back to the couch. I lied across the couch, and he knelt on the floor, continuing to stroke my rock hard member. My eyes were going back and forth between him and the porn on TV, but when he went down on me, I watched him intently. He slowly took my cock to the back of his mouth, and I watched him as he gently forced it into his throat. The feeling was incredible, and the idea of dirty raunchy sex with a guy had me super turned on. It seemed so taboo and kinky, I felt like I was going to bust a nut right away. It seemed longer, but he kept me on edge like this for about 3 or 4 minutes, until he began massaging my balls and ‘taint. That’s when I lost it. Oh my god it felt great. I grabbed his head, pumped my cock deep into his throat twice, holding him there as I pumped him full of my cum. I let go of his head, and he backed off my cock a bit, but he continued to suck every last drop from my wilting cock.
As I lay there, spent, all I could say was “wow… that was incredible!”
Chuckling, John said “Oh, I doubt it if you enjoyed that as much as I did”. Smiling, he added “…And suddenly, I’m thirsty. You want another beer?”
“Sure” I replied. When he returned with two cold ones, I sat up, and we sipped our beers on opposite ends of the couch. It was a bit surreal as we sat still naked, and chatted about things in general. I began to have the same feelings as before. What was I doing here? I had a girlfriend, and she gave me plenty of sex… I was pretty sure I wasn’t gay, and this wasn’t really what I had imagined as gay. John certainly didn’t look it, and he had said that he had a girlfriend too. But hey, the guy just gave me a blowjob, right? Feeling somewhat guilty and ashamed, I told John I had to go.
“Do you still have my number?” John asked as I got dressed.
“Um, no, it went through the wash…” I lied.
“Here,” he said as he wrote it down again, “Call me anytime you wanna… Um, you know, come over.”
“OK, thanks.” I replied, and shook his hand and left.
The following week, I was in turmoil again, thoughts running through my head a million miles a minute. I mean, what was I doing? I knew, or rather thought, it was wrong, you’re not gay, I kept telling myself. Karen and I had a LOT of sex that week. Maybe I could fuck this out of my head, I guess I thought. Still, my brain always went back to how good it was; the incredible explosive orgasms. When Karen went down on me, I found myself wishing it were John, or at the least wishing she were as good as he was. One Sunday morning, while rubbing one out I was fantasizing about Karen going down on me. Suddenly, John popped into my head and began teaching her how to give a proper blowjob. What started out as rubbing a quick one out, ended in an explosive orgasm, painting my chest with thick spurts of warm cum. Wow, what the fuck was going on in my head? I thought as I cleaned myself up.
I needed to talk to someone about this, but whom? I sure couldn’t ask Karen, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to talk to my brothers or friends about this. The only people who knew of my experimentation were John and I. I hadn’t known him that long and really didn’t know him at all, but he was my only option. Fuck it, I said and called him.
Although it was 11am, I think I woke him up, but he seemed happy to hear from me. “Hey, can I come over? I really just need someone to talk to about all this; I guess I’m confused…”
“Oh, um yeah, sure, come on over if you want” he replied.
A half hour later, he answered the door in sweatpants and a t-shirt. We had coffee, and chatted a bit before I told him what I was feeling. He smiled, and explained that he had gone through the same thing. He told me this was normal, and I was looking at it from the wrong point of view. He assured me that he had a great girlfriend, and this was something he just occasionally did for a bit of variety. What was the harm, he said, in just some good fun between buddies, right? It wasn’t any worse than rubbing one out, and nobody had to know anyway.
I felt much better, and he asked if I wanted to smoke a joint. Well, I always want to smoke a joint, so he rolled one as I sipped my coffee and we caught up with what was going on in our lives. He always asked about Karen, so I asked him about his girlfriend, and we talked about that for a while. I told him about when I took some pictures of Karen naked on the hood of my car in the park. I pulled the polaroid’s out of my jacket pocket, and showed him, and he commented that she was beautiful. And she was beautiful; I thought as we smoked the joint and looked at the pictures.
I found myself getting hard, and never missing a thing, John started rubbing my crotch. It got awfully quiet as I leaned back into the couch, a low moan escaping my throat. Not a word was spoken as he pulled my jeans and underwear off. This time I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he stroked my rock hard cock. I mean, it’s so kinky, to see a man giving you head, the thought of it by itself turns me on. When he went down on me, he suckled the head, teasing me, licking it, cupping my balls in one hand and stroking my shaft in the other. He kept me on edge like this for quite some time before I felt him slide into his throat. Wow, I thought I was going to explode, but he ever so slowly worked my cock into his throat, again expertly keeping me right on the edge. Reaching down, I tried to force him down harder on my cock, but he wasn’t having any of that. He was in control. He expertly worked my cock for about twenty minutes, sucking the head, stroking it, and occasionally taking me deep into his throat. His hands were roaming my body, caressing my chest, stomach and thighs. It felt incredible, and my body screamed for orgasm, but John expertly kept me on the edge of cumming.
“Christ that feels good!” I moaned, and without thinking, added “I want to try…”
Looking up at me, he took my cock from his mouth. “Yeah? I think you should give it a shot!” With that, he got up, and led me to the bedroom, removed my shirt, and laid me on the bed. Holy shit, I was thinking, what was I doing? I was so fucking horny though, I didn’t care. My cock was still rock hard, and I slowly stroked it as I watched him get undressed. I could have gotten myself off in 3 strokes, but something inside me told me no, I had more exploring to do.
Both of us completely naked, he laid on the bed next to me, but in the opposite direction. He laid on his side, and pulled me up on my side, and went back to work in my cock. Wow, it felt incredible. His cock was right in front of me, rock hard. I reached out and touched it, grabbed a hold of it and began stroking. It was incredibly erotic, touching a man’s cock for the first time. It felt like mine, I guess, but it was on someone else’s body!
After a few minutes of this, he came off my cock to say “C’mon Ron, suck it… You know you want to…” I moaned as he immediately took my cock into his throat, all the way to my balls. He was right, I did want it. He moaned around my cock as I took the big mushroom head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock all the way to the back of my mouth, trying to mimic what he was doing to me. He was the expert, right? There was no way this big cock was going into my throat, but I did the best I could. Holy shit, I thought, I was sucking cock! I was so horny though, at this point, I didn’t care. Actually, the thought of it was turning me on even more. He was sucking my cock, and I was sucking his, and it was just so incredibly erotic! As I sucked him, I started to compare it to going down on Karen. I mean, it was completely different, sucking cock as opposed to eating pussy. Both were very erotic, and new to me, and I realized I wanted, no needed, to get him off. With me, oral sex has always been about the other person, although up until now it had only been Karen. I went to work on his cock like there was no tomorrow! Sucking him deep, massaging his balls, in no time he was moaning around my cock.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum!” he gasped. I gently grabbed his balls and took him deep into my mouth, and he started spurting warm cum into my mouth. I don’t know why this surprised me, but it did, and I gagged a bit. I came off his cock, and seen him shoot a spurt of sticky cum across my cheek, nearly hitting my eye. I instantly took the head of his cock back into my mouth, and continued to stroke his thick hard cock as I milked every last bit of cum from his meat.
Wow. I had just sucked my first cock, and ate my first load of cum. I didn’t know what the fuck to think. I was, however more turned on right now than I had ever been. My focus returned to my own cock, and watching John work my cock was turning me on even more.
“Here, fuck my throat.” Said John, and he pushed me up off the bed. He laid flat on his back, with his head tilted back, hanging off the bed. I stood above him and dropped my cock into his mouth. Grabbing his head, I did just what he asked, I literally fucked his throat. The feeling was incredible, but the sight of my cock disappearing into his mouth was over the top. I could see his throat bulge where my cock was, and I think that’s what sent me over the edge. Tightly holding his head, I jammed my cock as far down his throat as I could as I felt the convulsions of orgasm through my whole body. The feeling was intense, with his tight throat around my cock, and I could actually see my cock twitching in his throat!
Spent, I collapsed on the bed next to him. We laid there for a few minutes, catching our breath, and once again my mind began to race, all sorts of thoughts racing through my head. I thing John sensed this, and said “C’mon, let’s go have a coffee, and talk” As we sat in his kitchen, both completely naked, he once again talked me down from my doubts and fears. He asked if I was going to see Karen, and I knew I was, he asked me if we were going to fuck, and I also knew I was, and we did in fact, twice that day! Ah, the joys of being young! I actually left there that day feeling pretty good about it all, we even made arrangements to get together the following Thursday.
That spring, we got together once a week or every two weeks, but as spring turned to summer, and I graduated high school, I found myself at his place 2 or 3 times a week. I did spend more time with Karen also, and we had tons of sex, being horny teenagers. As I played more and more with John, I became a lot more comfortable with it. It seemed kinky as fuck back then, but in retrospect, it was pretty tame stuff. There was no kissing, or anal, or anything like that; it was just mutual oral and handjobs. I would explore other things later in my life, but I guess I wasn’t really ready yet. I desperately wanted to tell Karen, to share this with her, to explore with her, but never got up the courage to do so. In the fall, I turned 18, and joined the army. I wouldn’t have dared to try anything then, it was still the 80’s, and most guys were pretty homophobic, as well as the fact that mansex was still i*****l in the military. I did 3 years in the army, and got out when I was 21, and it wasn’t long before I began experimenting more with bisexuality, but that’s a story for another volume…
“Where ya headed?” He asked.
“South Street?” I replied hopefully.
“Hop in!” He was a little older than me, in his early 20’s. We chatted a bit, and he asked if I wanted to go to his place to smoke a joint, and have a few beers. This sounded like a great idea and I had nothing better to do, so of course I accepted. He introduced himself as John. Once at his place, he gave me a beer, and opened one for himself, and he sat down and expertly rolled a fat joint. As we smoked it, the conversation casually turned to sex. I told him I had a girlfriend, and how great she was in bed. He must have had porn already cued up in the VCR, and he turned on the TV. I watched intently as a big tittied blond girl was going to town on a huge cock.
“This girl is an expert cocksucker!” John commented.
“Oh hell yeah” I said.
As we talked about blowjobs, and watched porn, the beer and pot was having its effect on me, and I couldn’t conceal my growing hardon.
“You can take that out and stroke it if you like… Hope you don’t mind if I do.” John said. I don’t know what came over me, but at the time, that sounded like a great idea! I unzipped my jeans, pulled them down a bit, and took out my 18 year old cock. We continued to talk about the porn on TV as we both sat on the couch and stroked our cocks.
I stole a glance at John, and saw that he wasn’t even watching the TV, but intently watching me. I finally mustered the courage to check his cock out, and noticed he was completely hair free down there. His cock was about 8 inches, with a big mushroom head. I still had no idea what was going on when he said “You have a great looking cock, buddy!” I thanked him for the compliment, and told him his looked great too.
“Can I touch it?” he asked. I sat there speechless, my brain moving at a mile a minute, not even sure how to react, when he reached over and started stroking my now rock hard cock. I was caught so off guard, I just sat there not knowing what to do! I do know, though, that it felt GREAT! I was a bit weirded out though, and couldn’t look him in the eye. A small moan escaped my mouth as I intently watched the girl on the TV sucking the guy’s big cock. As John slowly stroked my cock, I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes.
“mmm… That feels great…” I said, as my mind ran wild. What was I doing, I thought. Wasn’t this gay? Another guy touching me? Did that really matter? It sure felt great, and the excitement was intense. It was the same feeling I had my first time with a woman. As all this was running through my mind, I sensed John had moved, and as I picked up my head, looking down I saw him kneeling between my knees. When he tugged at my jeans, I put up nothing but token resistance. I was in no condition to put up a real defense.
As he continued to stroke my hard cock, he said “You’re gonna love this…” and he went down on me. Holy shit, I was thinking, we can’t do this! I’m no fag, I was thinking. How do I get out of here! As all these thoughts raced through my head I felt my cock at the back of his mouth, and he swallowed it. Holy shit, it went right down his throat. I mean, I had had great blowjobs from Karen, or so I thought before now. Not like this though. All my reservations went out the window at this point. The feeling was incredible, as I watched him take my cock all the way to the balls, deep in his throat. I knew I was close to cumming, but he wouldn’t quite let me, keeping me on the edge for what seemed like forever. Reaching down, I gently grabbed his head, literally fucking his face.
After a few moments of this, I felt the orgasm rising in me, and said “Oh god I’m gonna cum!” He came back off my cock a bit, laying it on his tongue, mouth wide open so I could watch my cock twitch and spurt jet after jet of hot jizz all over his tongue. The moment I stopped cumming, he shoved the whole mess down his throat. Cock, cum, all sliding down his gullet. He pumped my cock into his throat a few times, and I felt the wave of a second, smaller orgasm roll over my body, and I could actually see the bulge in his neck where my cock was twitching as I shot what little cum I had left in me directly down his throat!
“Holy Shit!” I exclaimed as I slumped back on the couch.
“Told you that you’d love it…” John replied as he licked what little cum had escaped his mouth off his lips. It was, in fact the best sex I had ever had. I had NEVER cum twice in such rapid succession; hell I didn’t even know it was possible. Being so young, I could go a second time with Karen within an hour, but wow…
We sat on the couch as I caught my breath, and I guess I started to feel ashamed of myself. I told John I should probably go, and he seemed OK with that and drove me home. He gave me his number, and told me to feel free to call him anytime, I assume for more of the same. When he dropped me off, I was pretty drunk and high, but it was late, and my parents were asleep, so I didn’t get caught.
The next day, I felt horrible. There was guilt, shame, and I was questioning my own manhood. I took Johns phone number out of my pocket and threw it away, never wanting to do that again. Karen and I had LOTS of sex that week, I guess probably to prove to myself I was still manly. A few weeks went by, and I got my car running again, and things were back to normal.
Still, I couldn’t get the encounter out of my head. I still felt bad about it, but found myself becoming more and more curious. I mean, John had, in fact, given me the absolute best head I have ever had. I found myself curious what it would be like. It was just oral sex, right? In my year with Karen, I had become quite good at getting her off with my tongue, and actually took a lot of pride in my oral skills. At the time I thought she was great at giving me head, but how could John be so much better? I even caught myself thinking about him going down on me while I rubbed one out one morning. My brain was in turmoil.
One Saturday, Karen had some sort of family engagement, so I didn’t see her all day or night. I went to a keg party, that had a bonfire, and beer, and a bunch of my buddies were there. We were all having a great time when the cops busted up the party, and I was lucky to make an escape. Once safely away, I drove down the street wondering what to do. Fuck, was I horny. I had some dynamite weed, and smoked a joint, which seemed to lower my inhibitions, and I found myself parked outside John’s house. I could tell he was home because his car was there, and there were lights on in his apartment. It was almost four weeks after I had been there, but it took me about a half hour of sitting in the car to gather the courage to walk up and ring his bell.
“Hey dude, long time no see,” he said when he opened the door, “c’mon in.” We had a few beers, smoked a fattie, and he put some porn on the TV.
I was pretty high at this point. “Why don’t we get comfortable?” he said, and got up and stripped down. This was my first time actually seeing him naked, and I was just high enough to look and take it all in. He was taller than my five-foot-eleven frame, and more muscular, but like me, had very little body hair. He had a dragon tattoo on one shoulder which I thought was pretty cool. His crotch was shaved clean, and his cock about the size of mine at 8 inches, maybe a bit thicker with a big mushroom head. He pulled me to my feet, turned me around and slowly took my clothes off, folding them neatly. He rubbed my ass and stroked my cock as I stood in his living room watching porn. God, it felt great!
“Here, lie down” he said as he led me back to the couch. I lied across the couch, and he knelt on the floor, continuing to stroke my rock hard member. My eyes were going back and forth between him and the porn on TV, but when he went down on me, I watched him intently. He slowly took my cock to the back of his mouth, and I watched him as he gently forced it into his throat. The feeling was incredible, and the idea of dirty raunchy sex with a guy had me super turned on. It seemed so taboo and kinky, I felt like I was going to bust a nut right away. It seemed longer, but he kept me on edge like this for about 3 or 4 minutes, until he began massaging my balls and ‘taint. That’s when I lost it. Oh my god it felt great. I grabbed his head, pumped my cock deep into his throat twice, holding him there as I pumped him full of my cum. I let go of his head, and he backed off my cock a bit, but he continued to suck every last drop from my wilting cock.
As I lay there, spent, all I could say was “wow… that was incredible!”
Chuckling, John said “Oh, I doubt it if you enjoyed that as much as I did”. Smiling, he added “…And suddenly, I’m thirsty. You want another beer?”
“Sure” I replied. When he returned with two cold ones, I sat up, and we sipped our beers on opposite ends of the couch. It was a bit surreal as we sat still naked, and chatted about things in general. I began to have the same feelings as before. What was I doing here? I had a girlfriend, and she gave me plenty of sex… I was pretty sure I wasn’t gay, and this wasn’t really what I had imagined as gay. John certainly didn’t look it, and he had said that he had a girlfriend too. But hey, the guy just gave me a blowjob, right? Feeling somewhat guilty and ashamed, I told John I had to go.
“Do you still have my number?” John asked as I got dressed.
“Um, no, it went through the wash…” I lied.
“Here,” he said as he wrote it down again, “Call me anytime you wanna… Um, you know, come over.”
“OK, thanks.” I replied, and shook his hand and left.
The following week, I was in turmoil again, thoughts running through my head a million miles a minute. I mean, what was I doing? I knew, or rather thought, it was wrong, you’re not gay, I kept telling myself. Karen and I had a LOT of sex that week. Maybe I could fuck this out of my head, I guess I thought. Still, my brain always went back to how good it was; the incredible explosive orgasms. When Karen went down on me, I found myself wishing it were John, or at the least wishing she were as good as he was. One Sunday morning, while rubbing one out I was fantasizing about Karen going down on me. Suddenly, John popped into my head and began teaching her how to give a proper blowjob. What started out as rubbing a quick one out, ended in an explosive orgasm, painting my chest with thick spurts of warm cum. Wow, what the fuck was going on in my head? I thought as I cleaned myself up.
I needed to talk to someone about this, but whom? I sure couldn’t ask Karen, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to talk to my brothers or friends about this. The only people who knew of my experimentation were John and I. I hadn’t known him that long and really didn’t know him at all, but he was my only option. Fuck it, I said and called him.
Although it was 11am, I think I woke him up, but he seemed happy to hear from me. “Hey, can I come over? I really just need someone to talk to about all this; I guess I’m confused…”
“Oh, um yeah, sure, come on over if you want” he replied.
A half hour later, he answered the door in sweatpants and a t-shirt. We had coffee, and chatted a bit before I told him what I was feeling. He smiled, and explained that he had gone through the same thing. He told me this was normal, and I was looking at it from the wrong point of view. He assured me that he had a great girlfriend, and this was something he just occasionally did for a bit of variety. What was the harm, he said, in just some good fun between buddies, right? It wasn’t any worse than rubbing one out, and nobody had to know anyway.
I felt much better, and he asked if I wanted to smoke a joint. Well, I always want to smoke a joint, so he rolled one as I sipped my coffee and we caught up with what was going on in our lives. He always asked about Karen, so I asked him about his girlfriend, and we talked about that for a while. I told him about when I took some pictures of Karen naked on the hood of my car in the park. I pulled the polaroid’s out of my jacket pocket, and showed him, and he commented that she was beautiful. And she was beautiful; I thought as we smoked the joint and looked at the pictures.
I found myself getting hard, and never missing a thing, John started rubbing my crotch. It got awfully quiet as I leaned back into the couch, a low moan escaping my throat. Not a word was spoken as he pulled my jeans and underwear off. This time I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he stroked my rock hard cock. I mean, it’s so kinky, to see a man giving you head, the thought of it by itself turns me on. When he went down on me, he suckled the head, teasing me, licking it, cupping my balls in one hand and stroking my shaft in the other. He kept me on edge like this for quite some time before I felt him slide into his throat. Wow, I thought I was going to explode, but he ever so slowly worked my cock into his throat, again expertly keeping me right on the edge. Reaching down, I tried to force him down harder on my cock, but he wasn’t having any of that. He was in control. He expertly worked my cock for about twenty minutes, sucking the head, stroking it, and occasionally taking me deep into his throat. His hands were roaming my body, caressing my chest, stomach and thighs. It felt incredible, and my body screamed for orgasm, but John expertly kept me on the edge of cumming.
“Christ that feels good!” I moaned, and without thinking, added “I want to try…”
Looking up at me, he took my cock from his mouth. “Yeah? I think you should give it a shot!” With that, he got up, and led me to the bedroom, removed my shirt, and laid me on the bed. Holy shit, I was thinking, what was I doing? I was so fucking horny though, I didn’t care. My cock was still rock hard, and I slowly stroked it as I watched him get undressed. I could have gotten myself off in 3 strokes, but something inside me told me no, I had more exploring to do.
Both of us completely naked, he laid on the bed next to me, but in the opposite direction. He laid on his side, and pulled me up on my side, and went back to work in my cock. Wow, it felt incredible. His cock was right in front of me, rock hard. I reached out and touched it, grabbed a hold of it and began stroking. It was incredibly erotic, touching a man’s cock for the first time. It felt like mine, I guess, but it was on someone else’s body!
After a few minutes of this, he came off my cock to say “C’mon Ron, suck it… You know you want to…” I moaned as he immediately took my cock into his throat, all the way to my balls. He was right, I did want it. He moaned around my cock as I took the big mushroom head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock all the way to the back of my mouth, trying to mimic what he was doing to me. He was the expert, right? There was no way this big cock was going into my throat, but I did the best I could. Holy shit, I thought, I was sucking cock! I was so horny though, at this point, I didn’t care. Actually, the thought of it was turning me on even more. He was sucking my cock, and I was sucking his, and it was just so incredibly erotic! As I sucked him, I started to compare it to going down on Karen. I mean, it was completely different, sucking cock as opposed to eating pussy. Both were very erotic, and new to me, and I realized I wanted, no needed, to get him off. With me, oral sex has always been about the other person, although up until now it had only been Karen. I went to work on his cock like there was no tomorrow! Sucking him deep, massaging his balls, in no time he was moaning around my cock.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum!” he gasped. I gently grabbed his balls and took him deep into my mouth, and he started spurting warm cum into my mouth. I don’t know why this surprised me, but it did, and I gagged a bit. I came off his cock, and seen him shoot a spurt of sticky cum across my cheek, nearly hitting my eye. I instantly took the head of his cock back into my mouth, and continued to stroke his thick hard cock as I milked every last bit of cum from his meat.
Wow. I had just sucked my first cock, and ate my first load of cum. I didn’t know what the fuck to think. I was, however more turned on right now than I had ever been. My focus returned to my own cock, and watching John work my cock was turning me on even more.
“Here, fuck my throat.” Said John, and he pushed me up off the bed. He laid flat on his back, with his head tilted back, hanging off the bed. I stood above him and dropped my cock into his mouth. Grabbing his head, I did just what he asked, I literally fucked his throat. The feeling was incredible, but the sight of my cock disappearing into his mouth was over the top. I could see his throat bulge where my cock was, and I think that’s what sent me over the edge. Tightly holding his head, I jammed my cock as far down his throat as I could as I felt the convulsions of orgasm through my whole body. The feeling was intense, with his tight throat around my cock, and I could actually see my cock twitching in his throat!
Spent, I collapsed on the bed next to him. We laid there for a few minutes, catching our breath, and once again my mind began to race, all sorts of thoughts racing through my head. I thing John sensed this, and said “C’mon, let’s go have a coffee, and talk” As we sat in his kitchen, both completely naked, he once again talked me down from my doubts and fears. He asked if I was going to see Karen, and I knew I was, he asked me if we were going to fuck, and I also knew I was, and we did in fact, twice that day! Ah, the joys of being young! I actually left there that day feeling pretty good about it all, we even made arrangements to get together the following Thursday.
That spring, we got together once a week or every two weeks, but as spring turned to summer, and I graduated high school, I found myself at his place 2 or 3 times a week. I did spend more time with Karen also, and we had tons of sex, being horny teenagers. As I played more and more with John, I became a lot more comfortable with it. It seemed kinky as fuck back then, but in retrospect, it was pretty tame stuff. There was no kissing, or anal, or anything like that; it was just mutual oral and handjobs. I would explore other things later in my life, but I guess I wasn’t really ready yet. I desperately wanted to tell Karen, to share this with her, to explore with her, but never got up the courage to do so. In the fall, I turned 18, and joined the army. I wouldn’t have dared to try anything then, it was still the 80’s, and most guys were pretty homophobic, as well as the fact that mansex was still i*****l in the military. I did 3 years in the army, and got out when I was 21, and it wasn’t long before I began experimenting more with bisexuality, but that’s a story for another volume…
Hortense
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