Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2012 20:55:17 -0700 From: Mark James <mjliterary45@gmail.com> Subject: Suck me by Mark James Suck Me by Mark James I was living at my ex-stepfather's place in New York City while I went to college. My mother didn't think much of the idea; she referred to him as "That fucking fag." They hadn't been married for 6 years, since I was 12, and then had only been married 3 years before Steve decided he was gay and they got divorced. She never forgave him for preferring men to women. My own father died before I was 5 and I don't even remember him. Steve was the only father I ever knew. Although I had not seen him in 6 years, he had never had sex with me, consensual or otherwise so when he made the offer I didn't see any problem living with him while I went to school. He asked me if I was gay when I moved in and I told him I wasn't. He said, "There will be a lot of guys through here and lots of gay sex. Some of the guys may proposition you. If you can't handle that maybe you better not stay." I got snotty. "What about you," I said, "Am I going to wake up some night and find you in bed with me or am I going to have to fight you off some day after you've had too much to drink." He just stared at me. I realized that was a stupid thing to say and I said, "I'm sorry Steve. I had no right to say that." To my surprise he said, "Yes you did. To tell the truth I have always had the hots for you. That is one of the reasons I left your mother; I didn't trust myself being it the same house with you. I can control myself, but if you ever get to the point where you wonder what it would be like to have your cock sucked or to fuck me in the ass just let me know. Having sex with a guy doesn't make you gay. Lots of the guys I have sex with are married. Some of them are gay, some are bisexual and some of them just don't get enough sex or the right kind of sex at home. You are 18 now, a legal adult, and can choose with whom you want to have sex. Sex is just sex. It's fun and enjoyable. If you are like me at your age you probably have a hard-on all of the time and masturbate 2 or 3 times a day. Don't feel that you have to hide what you are doing in this house, but unless you want to have to fight off some of my friends I wouldn't do it in front of them or they might want to help you." So that was where we left it. The only problem I couldn't get his offer off of my mind. Every time I jacked off I wondered what it would be like to have Steve sucking on my cock. A couple of months later when I was alone in the house I lay there masturbating and realized I was fantasizing about Steve's warm mouth sliding up and down my cock. I heard the front door open. I realized that the door to my room was wide open, but I did nothing about it. Steve yelled, "Ray, are you home?" I yelled back, "In my room." I stopped jacking my cock, stretched my arms over my head and grabbed the headboard. I was spread eagled on the bed and was as tightly wound as a spring. I wasn't sure what I was doing or whether I wanted too. Steve walked down the hall and then there he was in the door. He just stood there and stared for a minute. "I hope you aren't just being a prick tease," he said, "That would really piss me off." "I don't know what I want. All I know is I can't stop thinking about you sucking my dick. I've been laying here masturbating with that fantasy running through my head. Please suck me." He walked over to the bed, knelt between my spread legs and stroked my cock with his finger tips. I shivered at the touch of his fingers and my cock got as stiff as a board. "Are you sure?" Whether I was or not I could tell that my cock was. It was now or never. "Yes," I said. He bent over and licked at the pre-cum leaking out of my cock until he had licked it all up and the tip of his tongue was licking in and out of the hole in my dick. He started moving his head in a downward spiral as he licked on the head. When he reached the shaft he took my cock head in his mouths and slid his lips up and down the silky flesh. He used the tips of his fingers to lightly stroke up and down my shaft. Oh God, it felt so good. But talk about a prick tease, he really knew how to make me beg. "Please Steve, suck on it, please." He sat back on his knees, smiled and asked; "Have you decided that cock suckers are not so bad after all" as his fingers ran up and down my shaft. I was tensing and relaxing my groin muscles and my cock was waving all over the place. "Oh fuck Steve, Please suck it. God waiting for you to suck it is driving me nuts." He bent over my cock again and sucked on the head some more. About the fifth time he went down on my head he just kept going until he had half my cock in his mouth and then he went up and down that same distance with his wet, hot lips again and again and it felt like electric shocks went up and down my whole body. Then when I thought it couldn't get any better he went down on me to my pubis and held his head there until I thought he was going to suffocate. Then he went up and down my whole cock with his wet, hot lips again and again and I could feel the come rising through my cock and I knew I was going to cum. Suddenly his mouth was gone and it was like somebody had thrown a bucket of cold water on me. "Fuck. Don't stop," I yelled. He sat back with his hands on his hips and said, "I'll bet you thought you were going to come, didn't you?" I shook my head in assent. I reached down to finish by jacking my cock. He wouldn't let me touch my cock. "I finally get to suck your cock and you think you can just take two minutes to come say, `Wham, bam, thank you sir' and just walk away. No way. Before I'm through you will be begging me to let you come and then kiss me for finally letting you." He was true to his word, He would bring me to the edge and then let my cock go soft as he used his hands to caress all over my body. Then he would start using his tongue and mouth on my cock again. I don't know how many times he did this but it took more than an hour and I was finally begging and imploring him to let me come. Finally after I said, "Fuck Steve, I'll do anything you want if you will please let me come," he let me come. He went three-quarters of the way down my shaft with his mouth and held it there and he let me flex my hips and face-fuck his mouth. By this time he was lying on the bed on his stomach, my legs were over his shoulders, my feet were kicking him in the back and his hands were deeply massaging my chest and stomach muscles as I worked my cock in and out of his mouth. He could feel my body as it tensed up prior to ejaculation and just before I finally shot my load he went all the way down on me and took my load in his throat. I only noted that he did so because I was so wrapped in passions embrace that nothing he did would have surprised me. It was only later that I realized what he had done. I had not previously made the connection between sucking a cock and dealing with what the cock spewed forth. He didn't seem to mind and it was only many blow jobs later that I realized that he did not like it when I didn't come in his mouth. My come was the fruit of his labors. After I was spent and laying on the bed with him lying beside me he said, "Time to pay up." I didn't know what he was talking about, at first, and then I remembered what I had said if he would let me come. I glanced down at his crotch where there was a big wet spot and tried to come to terms with the idea of sucking his cock. He saw where I was looking and said, "I wouldn't do that. It would be no better than rape. I just want to kiss you, if that is all right with you." It was and he did and it wasn't bad. It eventually got very much better and it wasn't till later that I realized that he had shared my come with me and that I didn't mind. After than kind on introduction to gay sex I was hooked and Steve was an inventive teacher and so were all of the other guys who passed through his apartment. I am not gay and I eventually married because I wanted children but it wasn't the end of my M2M sexual liaisons. After all sex is just sex, but not all sex is equal.