The Liberation Of Father Mortimer
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Cock; I love it. Can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop sucking it every single chance I get. But, let me tell you, I had no interest in men until my early twenties when I had something of a revelation, an epiphany, if you will. I was on my way home from a particularly unsuccessful party at which I had utterly failed to score, when I stopped into a public toilet to answer the call, so to speak. I sat there for some minutes, checking my e mails and waiting for nature to start to run its course, when I quite suddenly became acutely aware that I was not alone. The cubicle to my left was most definitely occupied, as revealed by the inordinate amount of rustling and un zipping going on behind the thin chipboard wall. I remember thinking that this was odd, as I had not heard anyone come into the brightly lit building, and I am sure that you can imagine my amazement when a pair of well muscled thighs slid smoothly, and with an elegance that could only have been achieved with many hours of practice, beneath the stall divider. Before I could give voice to my astonishment, my neighbour further invaded my cubicle by following his thighs with a quite massive and engorged cock.
Now, I don’t wish to sound melodramatic here, I had seen plenty in the porn I had voraciously consumed over the years but when confronted with the real thing, a real living penis so close to me, my heart quite literally skipped a beat. Of course, I’m not entirely naive, I knew what was expected of me, I knew what he wanted and what I was supposed to do.
Adrenaline coursed through my blood in relentless and irresistible waves; I stared wide eyed at the fat hairless column of stiffened flesh, and as each and every vein and contour imprinted themselves on my mind, I began to toy with the notion that it might be fun to try. After all, I was horny as hell after spectacularly failing to get any pussy at the party and the only prospect that lay before me for the rest of the night was the lonely walk back to my apartment and the inevitable five knuckle shuffle in front of my PC, to round off the evening. So, maybe this might be an interesting diversion? After all, no one could see me, no one would ever know I had taken another man into my mouth, would they? Not even the person satisfying my curiosity would have to know my name, my face or anything about me. It would simply be an anonymous experience, an honest sexual experiment. Besides, I had often tried sucking my own cock many times, and wondered how it would feel. Who hasn’t, eh? And, having a little suck on one cock doesn’t make you gay, right? Just a little kiss? And, if it I didn’t like it, I could simply get up and walk away. However, all these thoughts jostling for supremacy in my mind meant one significant thing: it would mean having to admit to myself that I had been harbouring a secret sexual hunger which I had hitherto been blissfully and, as it eventually turned out, tragically unaware.
My heart began to pound as I idly toyed with the prospect of anonymously sucking off a stranger. I began to imagine how his cock would feel in my hands, on my lips, in my mouth. With rapidly growing curiosity, bordering on obsession, I began to picture his climax, to imagine what it would feel like to have him cum in my mouth. A shiver of excitement rippled through my body as I began to wonder how I would take it; would I swallow, would I take it on my face or would I spit? Would I even be able to bring him off with my mouth at all? I was somewhat surprised by this series of thoughts and the vivid images which accompanied them but, as I sat there playing out the scenes in my mind, all the while studying the prodigious offering standing proudly before me, my shameless cock began shifting against my thigh. Inexorably, relentlessly, inevitably my penis treacherously betrayed my suppressed lust as it began to stiffen. Quite abruptly, the prospect became a possibility, the distinct possibility gaining impetus in proportion to my swelling cock. As I became fully erect, my curiosity imposed itself over my sexual conditioning and the possibility began to take form and crystalise into delectable reality.
I slipped tentatively from my seat and, with my underpants and jeans in a tangle around my ankles, I shuffled awkwardly into position. On my knees now, I bowed at the waist, taking the weight of my body on the knuckles of one hand; with the other, I took his cock into my unsure grasp. His penis felt fabulously warm and firm beneath my fingers and I could feel a strong steady pulse beneath the thin delicate skin. The front of his shaft nestled neatly in the palm of my hand, resting against the fleshy pad of my thumb; my fingers wrapped around the back of his pole. Instinctively, I reached between my legs as I lowered my open mouth towards this mysterious stranger’s steely penis.
Despite the obvious privacy afforded by our surroundings, I still felt incredibly self conscious as I bowed down but as I drew closer and began to breathe his powerful masculine aroma, to feel the heat of his sex on my face, I was overwhelmed by an all consuming and irresistible desire to suck his cock. Now, maybe it was the booze I had downed earlier in the evening but, as I slowly peeled back his foreskin and wrapped my lips around the firm velvety flesh beneath, I feared that I might swoon. I remember being quite surprised at just how hot his cock felt on my tongue and by how much it filled my mouth. He gasped his encouragement loudly through the thin wooden divide which separated us as I formed a tight seal around his beautiful erection and sucked him deeper into me. The most exquisite flavours burst into my mouth, as if I had just bitten into a salty sweet fruit, and tiny gasp of surprised pleasure slipped from my throat.
Of course, as this was my first time, I was more than a little nervous but as I began to draw his pre cum up his pole and into my mouth, I began to settle to my task. He tasted divine and as I began to suck slow and steady on his flesh, I became intensely conscious of the desire, no the insatiable and undeniable need, to pleasure him until his balls coughed forth their creamy goodness. Through the thin partition, I could hear his breathing becoming more and more urgent as I worked him, thrashing his cock with my tongue as I drove him recklessly towards the release we both craved. I began steadily upping the tempo, my head bobbing faster and faster over his crotch as my lips slipped up and down his shaft. I was thrilled to feel his cock respond immediately, stiffening and swelling between my lips as the steady trickle of pre cum became a river. I soon had his cock drenched in spit and pre cum, the salty sweet nectar coating my mouth and gumming up my throat. I quite quickly discovered that I was a natural born cock sucker and found myself amazed that I had never tried this before.
Consumed by a lust I had never known and burning with passion as never before, I stooped to his balls and, pumping my fist up and down his slick and steadily throbbing shaft, I sucked delicately on each one in turn, nibbling at the thickened skin of his ball sack, pulling the rucked skin taught with my teeth, all the while kissing, licking and working his shaft in my fist. Through the wall, I could hear him moaning his approval. It excited me so much that I thought I might cum there and then. I kissed the entire length of his shaft, from scrotum to glans, before beating his soaking wet erection all over my face. My tongue skipped lightly up and down his pole, flicking at the base of his glans, probing the weeping eye at the tip, smearing and dragging his pre cum all over the hot blood flushed flesh.
I could feel him pressing forwards as he desperately tried to thrust into me. Once more, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gradually working it all the way to the top of my throat. I thought that I might gag but, to my astonishment, I didn’t and I simply swallowed his well greased shaft. It slid effortlessly into my throat and I could feel his balls resting on my lips once more. I worked him in this way until my jaw ached and I was quite breathless.
I abandoned whatever restraint remained and began moaning and slurping loudly, just like the sluts I had enjoyed watching online. With hindsight, it was probably the anonymity afforded by the separate stalls which made it easier to give myself utterly to the moment, to surrender without reservation or embarrassment to the experience. I was kneeling on the floor of a public toilet, with my naked arse hanging in the air, furiously masturbating and sucking for all I was worth on a stranger’s cok. And it felt great!
His arousal, his excitement, were contagious; I felt more turned on than at any other time in my life. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was emptying his balls into me and the thought of having his cum in my mouth was too much and I spilled my seed onto the cold beige tiles. The smell of my cum must have triggered something in my hidden lover as well because, quite suddenly, he groaned and ejaculated the first jet of semen dramatically into my mouth. Although not entirely unanticipated, or unwelcome, it was such a shock to find him spraying his load over my tongue, that I actually jumped, a tiny squeak of surprised joy leaping un rehearsed form my throat. As his cock slipped from between my lips, a second, much more powerful blast splashed across my face and before I could scoop his throbbing member back into my cum hungry mouth, another load flashed into my hair. No sooner had I stuffed his convulsing cock back into my mouth, his glans slipping easily over my wet slippery lips, than he was unleashing another blast of hot semen into my throat. I swallowed as best I could, grunting and gasping with the effort, but his semen was shooting so quickly and powerfully from his cock, and in such great voluminous jets that it simply overwhelmed me, spilling over my lips and hanging from my chin in thick white ropes.
The smell of his cum was intoxicating, overpowering, rendering me nothing more than an eager receiver of his gift. I sucked hard and worked his pulsing penis around my mouth, coating my cheeks and covering my tongue with his man cream. Beneath my fingers, I could feel his semen hurtling up the broad tube at the front of his cock, pulsing up from his balls before exploding into my mouth in wonderfully soft warm salty waves, covering my tongue like a luxurious dense blanket before slipping thickly down my throat. I was moaning my appreciation, like some cheap filthy whore but this was no act on my part; I loved every moment, every drop of semen. I drained his balls, milking him until there was nothing left to give.
Reluctantly, I let his flagging erection slip slowly from my cum spattered mouth, taking one last appreciative look before he withdrew into his own cubicle. My heart was still pounding and I felt elated as I sat back down on the toilet, for the first time dimly aware of the dull ache in my knees. As I played back the act in my mind, a profoundly unsettling confusion settled over me as I wrestled with the implications of what I had just done. My head was swimming with disturbing contradictions; I felt elation and guilt, arousal and disgust, a deep satisfaction tempered by an insatiable craving. I wiped my mouth and tried to dismiss my actions as nothing more than an experiment brought on by too much booze, that it didn’t really count because no one except me really knew what I had done. But the experience was intensely erotic, extraordinarily exciting, unforgettable. I smiled at my coyness, my dishonesty and I suddenly came to accept that, not only would I be more than willing to suck off another man, it had become my new sexual imperative. I swallowed hard and held up my hand to study the sperm clinging there. With the piquant taste of fresh hot cock and semen lingering exquisitely in my mouth, I licked my fingers clean, pulled up my pants and began the long walk home.
Now, I don’t wish to sound melodramatic here, I had seen plenty in the porn I had voraciously consumed over the years but when confronted with the real thing, a real living penis so close to me, my heart quite literally skipped a beat. Of course, I’m not entirely naive, I knew what was expected of me, I knew what he wanted and what I was supposed to do.
Adrenaline coursed through my blood in relentless and irresistible waves; I stared wide eyed at the fat hairless column of stiffened flesh, and as each and every vein and contour imprinted themselves on my mind, I began to toy with the notion that it might be fun to try. After all, I was horny as hell after spectacularly failing to get any pussy at the party and the only prospect that lay before me for the rest of the night was the lonely walk back to my apartment and the inevitable five knuckle shuffle in front of my PC, to round off the evening. So, maybe this might be an interesting diversion? After all, no one could see me, no one would ever know I had taken another man into my mouth, would they? Not even the person satisfying my curiosity would have to know my name, my face or anything about me. It would simply be an anonymous experience, an honest sexual experiment. Besides, I had often tried sucking my own cock many times, and wondered how it would feel. Who hasn’t, eh? And, having a little suck on one cock doesn’t make you gay, right? Just a little kiss? And, if it I didn’t like it, I could simply get up and walk away. However, all these thoughts jostling for supremacy in my mind meant one significant thing: it would mean having to admit to myself that I had been harbouring a secret sexual hunger which I had hitherto been blissfully and, as it eventually turned out, tragically unaware.
My heart began to pound as I idly toyed with the prospect of anonymously sucking off a stranger. I began to imagine how his cock would feel in my hands, on my lips, in my mouth. With rapidly growing curiosity, bordering on obsession, I began to picture his climax, to imagine what it would feel like to have him cum in my mouth. A shiver of excitement rippled through my body as I began to wonder how I would take it; would I swallow, would I take it on my face or would I spit? Would I even be able to bring him off with my mouth at all? I was somewhat surprised by this series of thoughts and the vivid images which accompanied them but, as I sat there playing out the scenes in my mind, all the while studying the prodigious offering standing proudly before me, my shameless cock began shifting against my thigh. Inexorably, relentlessly, inevitably my penis treacherously betrayed my suppressed lust as it began to stiffen. Quite abruptly, the prospect became a possibility, the distinct possibility gaining impetus in proportion to my swelling cock. As I became fully erect, my curiosity imposed itself over my sexual conditioning and the possibility began to take form and crystalise into delectable reality.
I slipped tentatively from my seat and, with my underpants and jeans in a tangle around my ankles, I shuffled awkwardly into position. On my knees now, I bowed at the waist, taking the weight of my body on the knuckles of one hand; with the other, I took his cock into my unsure grasp. His penis felt fabulously warm and firm beneath my fingers and I could feel a strong steady pulse beneath the thin delicate skin. The front of his shaft nestled neatly in the palm of my hand, resting against the fleshy pad of my thumb; my fingers wrapped around the back of his pole. Instinctively, I reached between my legs as I lowered my open mouth towards this mysterious stranger’s steely penis.
Despite the obvious privacy afforded by our surroundings, I still felt incredibly self conscious as I bowed down but as I drew closer and began to breathe his powerful masculine aroma, to feel the heat of his sex on my face, I was overwhelmed by an all consuming and irresistible desire to suck his cock. Now, maybe it was the booze I had downed earlier in the evening but, as I slowly peeled back his foreskin and wrapped my lips around the firm velvety flesh beneath, I feared that I might swoon. I remember being quite surprised at just how hot his cock felt on my tongue and by how much it filled my mouth. He gasped his encouragement loudly through the thin wooden divide which separated us as I formed a tight seal around his beautiful erection and sucked him deeper into me. The most exquisite flavours burst into my mouth, as if I had just bitten into a salty sweet fruit, and tiny gasp of surprised pleasure slipped from my throat.
Of course, as this was my first time, I was more than a little nervous but as I began to draw his pre cum up his pole and into my mouth, I began to settle to my task. He tasted divine and as I began to suck slow and steady on his flesh, I became intensely conscious of the desire, no the insatiable and undeniable need, to pleasure him until his balls coughed forth their creamy goodness. Through the thin partition, I could hear his breathing becoming more and more urgent as I worked him, thrashing his cock with my tongue as I drove him recklessly towards the release we both craved. I began steadily upping the tempo, my head bobbing faster and faster over his crotch as my lips slipped up and down his shaft. I was thrilled to feel his cock respond immediately, stiffening and swelling between my lips as the steady trickle of pre cum became a river. I soon had his cock drenched in spit and pre cum, the salty sweet nectar coating my mouth and gumming up my throat. I quite quickly discovered that I was a natural born cock sucker and found myself amazed that I had never tried this before.
Consumed by a lust I had never known and burning with passion as never before, I stooped to his balls and, pumping my fist up and down his slick and steadily throbbing shaft, I sucked delicately on each one in turn, nibbling at the thickened skin of his ball sack, pulling the rucked skin taught with my teeth, all the while kissing, licking and working his shaft in my fist. Through the wall, I could hear him moaning his approval. It excited me so much that I thought I might cum there and then. I kissed the entire length of his shaft, from scrotum to glans, before beating his soaking wet erection all over my face. My tongue skipped lightly up and down his pole, flicking at the base of his glans, probing the weeping eye at the tip, smearing and dragging his pre cum all over the hot blood flushed flesh.
I could feel him pressing forwards as he desperately tried to thrust into me. Once more, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gradually working it all the way to the top of my throat. I thought that I might gag but, to my astonishment, I didn’t and I simply swallowed his well greased shaft. It slid effortlessly into my throat and I could feel his balls resting on my lips once more. I worked him in this way until my jaw ached and I was quite breathless.
I abandoned whatever restraint remained and began moaning and slurping loudly, just like the sluts I had enjoyed watching online. With hindsight, it was probably the anonymity afforded by the separate stalls which made it easier to give myself utterly to the moment, to surrender without reservation or embarrassment to the experience. I was kneeling on the floor of a public toilet, with my naked arse hanging in the air, furiously masturbating and sucking for all I was worth on a stranger’s cok. And it felt great!
His arousal, his excitement, were contagious; I felt more turned on than at any other time in my life. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was emptying his balls into me and the thought of having his cum in my mouth was too much and I spilled my seed onto the cold beige tiles. The smell of my cum must have triggered something in my hidden lover as well because, quite suddenly, he groaned and ejaculated the first jet of semen dramatically into my mouth. Although not entirely unanticipated, or unwelcome, it was such a shock to find him spraying his load over my tongue, that I actually jumped, a tiny squeak of surprised joy leaping un rehearsed form my throat. As his cock slipped from between my lips, a second, much more powerful blast splashed across my face and before I could scoop his throbbing member back into my cum hungry mouth, another load flashed into my hair. No sooner had I stuffed his convulsing cock back into my mouth, his glans slipping easily over my wet slippery lips, than he was unleashing another blast of hot semen into my throat. I swallowed as best I could, grunting and gasping with the effort, but his semen was shooting so quickly and powerfully from his cock, and in such great voluminous jets that it simply overwhelmed me, spilling over my lips and hanging from my chin in thick white ropes.
The smell of his cum was intoxicating, overpowering, rendering me nothing more than an eager receiver of his gift. I sucked hard and worked his pulsing penis around my mouth, coating my cheeks and covering my tongue with his man cream. Beneath my fingers, I could feel his semen hurtling up the broad tube at the front of his cock, pulsing up from his balls before exploding into my mouth in wonderfully soft warm salty waves, covering my tongue like a luxurious dense blanket before slipping thickly down my throat. I was moaning my appreciation, like some cheap filthy whore but this was no act on my part; I loved every moment, every drop of semen. I drained his balls, milking him until there was nothing left to give.
Reluctantly, I let his flagging erection slip slowly from my cum spattered mouth, taking one last appreciative look before he withdrew into his own cubicle. My heart was still pounding and I felt elated as I sat back down on the toilet, for the first time dimly aware of the dull ache in my knees. As I played back the act in my mind, a profoundly unsettling confusion settled over me as I wrestled with the implications of what I had just done. My head was swimming with disturbing contradictions; I felt elation and guilt, arousal and disgust, a deep satisfaction tempered by an insatiable craving. I wiped my mouth and tried to dismiss my actions as nothing more than an experiment brought on by too much booze, that it didn’t really count because no one except me really knew what I had done. But the experience was intensely erotic, extraordinarily exciting, unforgettable. I smiled at my coyness, my dishonesty and I suddenly came to accept that, not only would I be more than willing to suck off another man, it had become my new sexual imperative. I swallowed hard and held up my hand to study the sperm clinging there. With the piquant taste of fresh hot cock and semen lingering exquisitely in my mouth, I licked my fingers clean, pulled up my pants and began the long walk home.
Makenna
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