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I was pretty drunk. I should have gotten a DUI. It would have been my second, which I most certainly couldn’t afford. But I drove there anyway.
I’d been at work, then drinking after. It was a Sunday night become Monday morning. I was horny as fuck. My girlfriend was out of town, so I was free to roam and play, but this was still cheating. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted it. I wanted to suck a cock.
A remnant of my single days, less than a month before, I still had Grindr on my old phone. Not on the phone I used day to day, but I had Grindr on my old phone. I logged on, trying to see if I could find a random cock.
My Grindr account was fairly specific. I said I was bi, DL, and looking to suck cock. I also mentioned that if I had a guy’s cock in my mouth, I would probably let him fuck me. What it didn’t say is that I was now in a relationship, that I had a girlfriend.
What I didn’t know until a couple of days later, is that my girlfriend wouldn’t want me out sucking random cock. She didn’t want me out sucking any cock, for that matter. And, in my mind, I wasn’t even all that sure how serious we were. I probably wouldn’t have done it if I’d known, but… But, I didn’t know.
So there I was. I was home, drunk, and horny for cock. I chatted with a couple of guys, but no dice. Then, this guy I’d chatted up before pinged me. I looked at his picture. For all you out there that don’t know about Grindr, he didn’t have a face picture for his profile, just a picture of a tattoo on his forearm. The picture I was looking at, however, was a picture he'd sent me. It was a picture of his cock. I liked the way it looked. I liked the upward curve. I thought about how it might feel in my mouth… Then he sent a text.
"You want to suck? Come over."
I thought about it. I thought about it for a good twenty seconds. Then I responded.
"Where? When?"
I waited for a few minutes. I opened a bottle of wine and took a couple of good, long swallows. Still, there was no response. Another guy started trying to entice me, but he was miles away. Then I got that notification sound, and I checked.
He’d sent me a location. No words, just a Google map of his location. I tried to fight myself in my head, but I knew I was going to do this. I knew I wanted to do this. Five minutes later, after convincing myself that I wasn’t gay, I finally responded.
"Give me fifteen. Maybe twenty. I’ll be there."
I got dressed. I didn’t even put socks on, just my shoes, a pair of pants, and a T-shirt. I grabbed my jacket, which still held my car keys. I remember the tingling sensation as I walked out of my apartment. Can my roommates hear me? Do they know where I’m going?
I found my car and drove the short mile to his place. The whole drive I was thinking this is where I got my DUI to begin with but I didn’t care. I wanted his cum in my mouth. I wanted to suck his cock.
See, I’d never had a guy cum in my mouth before. I’d had trysts with men where, if I even sucked, it was because I wanted him hard enough to plow my ass. I’d never wanted a guy to shoot his load in my mouth before, but this was a feeling that had grown recently. I knew I loved having a thick cock explode in my ass, I’d felt it, but this was new to me: I wanted to taste him.
I drove carefully, just at the speed limit. I followed the directions my phone gave, all the while thinking I might get pulled over and stuffed in the drunk tank, or maybe the guy wanted to pummel me and leave me beaten and bruised for my desire, or, maybe, he’d let me suck his cock and then he’d kill me for being a sissy…
Harsh thoughts, they were, yet my desire, my animalistic lust kept me driving, then walking to achieve my goal. I found a place to park, got out and walked the last three hundred feet. I found the place. I walked into the driveway, looking skyward to determine how early, how late it was. Still no sign of dawn.
I messaged him. "I’m in your driveway." I waited. It seemed an eternity, but my phone said only a minute passed before he sent his reply: "Come in."
I walked into the courtyard, he was still closing the front door. Out here under the stars? I’m cool with that. But instead, he led me into a garage. Pleasantries were minimal. I might have said, “hi.” He may have as well.
But all I remember at this point is that his sweatpants were pulled down and a semi- yet mostly erect cock was out in the open, waiting for a mouth to suck it. I don’t remember getting to my knees, but I remember feeling his cock tickling my gag reflex.
I sucked him on my knees with him standing for a bit. Then, he sat down on a hammock and I continued administering my tongue and mouth to his cock. He pushed me off. I watched him grab a blanket and lay it out on the ground in the garage. He lay on top of it.
At this point, I was one hundred percent in lust with his cock. I didn’t want to let it stray from my mouth. I needed him in my mouth. I got down on my hands and knees and took his raging member back into my mouth.
The oddity here is this: a rock hard penis is still soft, but hard as steel. Think of a nerf bat. The outside is soft, it softens the blow of impact. But inside, there is a solid interior. That’s what I thought of.
I tried to keep my teeth off his member, knowing I didn’t want to cut him. But I also couldn’t get enough of it. He tasted like skin, but with the extra saltiness of his precum. A few times, I felt like I was going to gag, even vomit. At one point I did, but I swallowed and continued sucking.
Eventually, I realized he was also giving oral attentions to my forgotten cock. I didn’t necessarily like nor dislike his attention, but it was there. All I could really concentrate on was his inevitable release. I wanted it, wanted to taste it.
I eventually was able to take him fully into my oral cavity, allowing my throat to accommodate his raging phallus plunging in and out of my throat. I felt his body tense, he forced himself deeper into my throat… He came.
His cum was liquid. Salty, smooth liquid. I felt his throbbing but tasted little. I don’t even remember swallowing. It was more about the fact that he came in my mouth than actually having known. I kissed his cock head again. I got up. He did, too. We dressed.
I thanked him for his load. “Any time,” he said. Then he let me out.
I walked back to my car feeling somewhat fulfilled. However, I was also a bit disappointed.
I drove home, much more sober. I passed all the places a cop would be. I got to my place and parked. I walked into my house and my Wi-Fi kicked in.
"You suck good."
"That was my first time. Thank you."
"You free tomorrow?"
We set up a time for the next day. This time, I’d suck him, but I’d also let him use my wanton ass. We chatted about how, when, where it would all go down and I felt a stirring in my loins I hadn’t felt for years. I wanted this.
But, I really didn’t want it. It never happened. I couldn’t. I chickened out, as I usually did.
Two days later, I had a chat with my girlfriend. I told her what had happened. I felt guilty, ashamed. She hugged me.
“If this ever happens again, I can’t be with you.” That’s all she said. She’d accepted my dalliance this one time, but she wouldn’t ever again. Our sex that night was the sex that motivates heroism.
Three years later, we’re still together. Our second anniversary is next month. And our first child is only a year old. I love her with all my heart.
And I’ve never sucked another cock.
Annalisa
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