Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 18:16:31 -0400
From: Frank <amysplace@attbi.com>
Subject: The Cock I Found (watersports)

The door buzzer rang and I got up off the couch to go press
the button which would unlock the door.  It was Ken; he'd
called about an hour ago and asked if he could come over and
I told him he could, and that I wasn't expecting anyone
either!  Ken was coming over because he wanted me to suck
his cock.  I'd sucked his cock yesterday for the first time
and Ken wasn't wasting any time in having me do it again for
him, and I didn't mind; in fact I was glad.  After he left
yesterday I wondered what Ken would think about what had
happened and what he would think of me, now that he knew I
was a guy who sucked cock, but his phone call answered that
question and in a couple of minutes Ken would be comfortably
sprawled out somewhere in my apartment with his cock in my
mouth and nothing else would matter.
Ken and I grew up in the same neighborhood, although back
then I didn't really know him because he's 10 years younger
than I am.  I hadn't seen Ken for about 15 years, in fact
that's how old he was when I saw him last, but a month ago
Ken suddenly appears at my desk at work and tells me who he
is and that he just joined the company.  We go out for a
drink at the end of the week to talk about the old
neighborhood, but then I don't see him for 3 more weeks,
which was yesterday when he came over my house for the first
time.  Now the last time I saw Ken he was 15 and now he's
30, and the second time we talk I end up giving him a
blowjob!  Surprised doesn't accurately describe how I feel,
excited is more like it.  So excited in fact, that I'm about
to blow him again.  But more than that, I'm going to ask Ken
something that I've never asked anyone else before.
"Hi Ken!" I smiled and brightly said to him, as he was
walking through the door.  "Back for more, huh?" I joked.
"I'm back, but it's you who's getting more!" Ken quickly
answered.
Ken was referring to the size of his cock, and he wasn't
joking!  It was almost 9 inches long and it was the biggest
cock I'd ever had in my mouth.
"Not entirely!" I told him.  "A cock as big as yours' feels
that much better when it's sucked, compared to a little
one." I cockily said.
"You might have a point there!" he conceded.
Ken took off his clothes and sat down on the couch, and then
I went over to him, kneeled on the floor between his legs
and started sucking his cock.
Ken's cock was so long that even though I had as much of it
as I could fit into my mouth, more than half of it still
stretched out from my mouth, untouched in front of me.  I
held the semi-soft shaft still in my mouth and sucked on it,
waiting to feel it slowly swell and harden until I could no
longer keep my lips around that part of the shaft which was
so close to his body.  It didn't take long for it to happen,
or rather it didn't take long enough for it to happen, so I
pulled my head back to suck and lick around the head a
moment, before beginning the rhythmic bobbing of my head and
the gentle sucking that went along with it.  Ken's cock was
huge and as I looked down along the shaft as it slid back
and forth across my lips, I wondered how much had it grown
since I'd seen him last, and had I seen it then would I have
sucked it, even though I was 25 and he was 15.  Whether I
would have, or not, didn't matter now, because what truly
matters is the moment in which you are living your life, and
I was living this moment of my life with Ken's cock in my
mouth.
After I'd been sucking his cock for 10 or so minutes, I
pulled up my head and let it fall from my mouth.  I stood up
and then I began taking my clothes off.
"Why are you doing that?" Ken asked me.  "You know I won't
suck your cock!"
"I know you won't, and I don't want you to." I told him as I
undressed.
When I tossed away the last of my clothes I knelt back down
and put his cock in my mouth again.  I wrapped my right hand
around the base of his cock and after moving it in and out
of my mouth a few times, I took it out and looked up at Ken.
"The reason I took my clothes off is that I want you to do
something for me." I then said to him.
"What?" Ken simply asked.
"I want you to come with me, into the bathroom." I told him.
Ken looked at me with this curious and confused look on his
face, but before he could say anything I went on.
"I'm going to get into the tub and kneel down, facing out.
I want you to stand in front of me, at the edge of the tub,
put your cock in my mouth and then piss in my mouth." I
explained.
"You want me to piss in your mouth?" Ken repeated.
Ken's voice had a half inquisitive, half amazed tone to it
when he said that.
"Yes Ken, I want you to piss in my mouth." I confirmed.
"Why do you want me to piss in your mouth?" he asked, more
curious now than amazed.
"You've got a nice, big cock Ken, and I love sucking your
cock!  Your cock is so powerful and I am so weak and
undeserving of it.  When I have your cock in my mouth I feel
its power over me and I understand how little I am compared
to it.  I must show your cock I understand its power, show
it I understand I am nothing compared to it and so I will
kneel and let it piss in my mouth to let it see that I am
nothing, nothing more than a mouth for it to put itself
into, to Cum into and to piss into." I said.
"I see!" Ken said to me.
"Come with me now and piss in my mouth." I said.
I stood up and started walking towards the bathroom, and Ken
immediately followed.  I turned on the light and knelt in
the tub as I'd said; waiting for Ken and watching him come
towards me.  When Ken stopped in front of me I opened my
mouth widely and tilted my head back to lift my face towards
his cock, and then I remained still.
Ken dropped his cock into my mouth, stopping when it was
half way back to my throat and when I closed my lips around
it he remained still, as I was.
I knelt still with Ken's cock in my mouth and with my lips
tightly wrapped around it, waiting for the first stream of
piss to come out of it and hit the back of my throat, for
about 5 seconds before it did.  It came in one sudden and
forceful gush and hit the back of my throat instantly.  Half
a second later the force of the streaming piss increased and
its strength filled my mouth immediately, sending piss
squirting out the corners of my mouth into the air and down
my face.  Ken's cock was still in my mouth and when I tried
to swallow the piss in my mouth and maybe catch a breath of
air, my teeth sunk into it a bit.  That caused Ken to pull
it out and hold it with the piss streaming into my mouth,
and when he did I took the opportunity to close my mouth and
swallow what was there and then catch a quick gasp of air
before my mouth filled again.  Ken didn't stop pissing when
I did that, and when my mouth closed he pissed on my face
until it opened again.  Since I had never let anyone piss in
my mouth before, the entire thing was a new experience and I
was glad it was Ken doing it to me.
When it was over I took a shower and found Ken in the living
room, waiting for me.
"I wanted to ask you something before I go." Ken told me.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Did you mean what you said about my cock being powerful?"
"Yes I did!  It is powerful and its power controls me." I
told him.
"What do you mean?"
"Your cock is so big and I want it in my mouth.  I think
about having it in my mouth all the time, and what it feels
like in my mouth.  I think about it so much that after
awhile I don't think about anything else and finally I
realize I'd do anything to get it into my mouth.  When I do
have it in my mouth I feel special and good, and I know I
feel that way because of your cock.  Your cock has taken me
over.  My identity is gone along with my pride, my humility
and everything else that was me.  I finally understand that
I am nothing without your cock, that I am a mouth for your
cock to use and nothing more.  I had you piss in my mouth
because having your cock do that to me completed my
understanding and my search for fulfillment.  I no longer
have to search for what I am, because I've already found it.
I am not being used at all, but rather it is I who uses
instead.  Your cock is big, it is controlling, demanding and
powerful, and I use its power to make me strong.  It is not
a weak man who can kneel and put a cock in his mouth, a weak
man cannot offer no resistance as the cock in his mouth
drives itself into his throat again and again until it
finally Cums.  A weak man cannot kneel, open his mouth and
do nothing as the cock in front of him fills his mouth with
piss.  But I have learned to be strong enough to do all
that, and I was lucky enough to find the cock which showed
me the way!" I said.
Ken left after that, promising to return tomorrow, and I sat
down and thought about what I'd just said.