Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2003 08:18:06 +0000
From: Jonathan H. <swimbttm@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Cocksucker's Training, Part I

I am a cocksucker. Not just a gay man or something, but an
honest-to-god cocksucker. For me, there are few things better than
getting down on my knees and givng a long intense blow job to a hard
cock. Who the cock is attached to isn't that important, nor where. All
that matters is cock, and the reward of a nice load of cum at the
end. Learning this was a long and slow process, one that was helping
along by a few men in particular. This is the story of how I learned
to be a cocksucker, and the men who helped me down that path.

I first met Kevin on-line. We had chatted once or twice before we
finally met--his profile was pretty straight-forward, giving his
stats. There was a slight hint of what would happen later in the last
line, "sometimes some kink can be good." I IMed him first that night,
asking what he was up to. Like me, he was just hanging out looking for
fun. We talked a bit, then I asked if he wanted to come over for a
blow job. He said he would come over, but he was clear that he
wouldn't necessarily let me suck him off if we didn't click. I thought
that was a little odd, but didn't think much of it. I was horny enough
that I didn't really care, and certainly his description made me
hungry for his cock. His profile said he was 5'10", 175lbs, worked
out, and "nicely hung."

He was over in about fifteen minutes; we went into my living room. One
in my living room, he looked me over. I was wearing just a tank top
and a pair of shorts, it was able to show off my body quite nicely. He
was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. The t-shirt was
perhaps a size too small for him, it showed off his well-developed
chest, and his tight stomach. He didn't have a six-pack, but he
clearly worked out a lot, and even through the white t-shirt, I could
see that his chest and stomach had a light covering of hair. Because
of the jeans, I couldn't tell much, but at least from his profile, the
jeans should have been straining to contain a nice heavy piece of
meat.

"Take off your shirt," he told me. I was taken aback by the tone of
voice, it was a commanding voice. Before I even knew what I was doing,
I had taken off my shirt, letting him check out my chest. He reached
out and grabbed my pecs, giving them a good squeeze, then ran his
hands over my abs. "You'll do nicely guy. Very nice," he said.

"Thanks. I work out a lot."

"I can tell. So, why don't you get down on your knees, and you can get
started?" Again, something about him, his combination of cocky
masculinity and commanding voice made me do it before I even thought
about it. I kneeled down in front of him, my face right on level with
his crotch. I looked up at him; he was looking down at me,
smiling. "Don't be a tease. Go ahead," he said. I unbuttoned the top
of his jeans, exposing a thick patch of pubic hair. Then I undid the
rest of the buttons, exposing the base of a thick shaft. Gently, I
reached in, feeling how warm and alive the shaft was and pulled it
out, adjusting his balls at the same time.

I kneeled there and just stared for a bit -- although it wasn't the
biggest cock I had ever seen, even soft, it was impressive. About five
inches long, and thick, it hung there with a quiet authority. I tried
to go down on it several times, but each time, I pulled back just to
look at it some more. It occured to me that I was just bowing down
before his cock. It must have done something for him, because his cock
stiffened slightly as I did it. However, I think he was also impatient
to get on with it, because a few moments later he said, "Hey,
cocksucker. Are you just gonna stare at it? Or are you gonna suck my
cock?"

His voice broke my reverie, and I realized that a small drop of
pre-cum had formed at the tip of his shaft. I leaned in and licked it
off. I think it was just coincidence, but there was a small spark
between us at that moment. It was one of those sparks you get by
scuffing your feet across carpet. It didn't hurt much, but somehow, it
made his cock even more impressive. "You see, it even shoots sparks
sometimes," Kevin said -- he must have noticed it as well. "Dont let
it scare you. Just keep on working on it." I went back to licking the
cockhead, running my tongue over his piss-slit, trying to get the last
drop of pre-cum out of it.

"Keep on going, take it all into your mouth cocksucker," Kevin said. I
looked up at him. He was smiling at me, waiting for me to give him
more pleasure. I obliged him, and started to go down on his shaft. His
cock was slowly stiffening under my attention, growing longer and
thicker in my mouth. It was thicker than most cocks I was used to and
it filled my mouth in a way I didn't quite expect. I had to stretch my
jaw open to be able to accomodate it.

After a few minutes of working on his cock, he had gotten completely
hard. His description was accurate -- he was nicely hung, about 8"
long, and thick, maybe 6" around. With each thrust of his hips, I
could feel his cock head hitting the back of my throat. At this point,
I didn't have much experience servicing a guy's cock, and it was all I
could do to keep from gagging, just from feeling his cockhead on the
back of my throat. He seemed to sense it, and backed off a little from
his thrusts, but still managed to keep my mouth full of his shaft.

Even though I was a little uncomfortable; between stretching my mouth
open to accomodate his shaft, trying not to gag when he penetrated too
deeply, and feeling my legs cramping up from kneeling too long, it had
been a long time since I had felt this turned on. I wanted to keep on
sucking his cock, to keep on pleasing him. When I looked up, his head
was tilted back slightly, a big smile on his face. I nearly shot my
load right then, without even touching my dick. But I didn't; this
time I wanted him to get off first, too shoot his load into my mouth.

"You want my load cocksucker?" he asked, looking down at me. My mouth
was full of his cock, all I could do was nod in agreement, hoping --
or even praying -- that he would give me a big load of his
balljuice. "Good cocksucker," he said in response to my nodding,
"Don't worry. You'll get it soon enough. I just want to enjoy this a
little longer." He put his hands on the back of my head, and began to
slowly guide my mouth up and down his shaft.

It felt like he was trying to get to know my mouth, guiding his stiff
shaft into various parts of me, probing my strengths and weaknesses. I
could feel his cock rub against my cheeks, against the roof of my
mouth, along my teeth. He was exploring, trying to decide where he was
going to plant his seed in me. This continued for a few minutes, until
I could feel his breathing growing strained, and his cock harden
slightly in my mouth.

"You ready for my load cocksucker?" he asked. I nodded as best I
could, between his cock deep in my mouth and his hands on the side of
my head. "Good, because it's coming soon. It's going to be a big one."
He forced my head down on his cock a little harder, a little faster. I
could feel his balls tighten, his hands clench.

And then he shot. I wasn't at all prepared for the force of the first
volley; it hit the back of my throat square on and slid down without
me even swallowing it. For the next spurt, he pulled out a little,
letting it slide all over my tongue. I was surprised at how sweet his
cum was. I quickly swallowed it, getting ready for the next spurt. He
stroked his cock in and out of my mouth, each time giving me a little
more cum. I didn't swallow it, instead savoring the taste.

As he finished cumming, he pulled out of my mouth. "Let me see my
cum," he said. I opened my mouth, trying to keep the jizz from
dripping out. "Nice work cocksucker," he said. "Now you can swallow
it." It took a few swallows to get it all down, but I did it. "Fuckin'
a. Love watching a cocksucker swallow my dick snot." He stuffed his
softening cock back into his pants and zipped up.

"Thanks man. We need to do this a lot more often." I started to get
up, but he motioned for me to stay kneeling. "I can let myself out
cocksucker. Just savor my jizz for a bit." He walked out, leaving me
kneeling on the floor, the taste of his cum still in my mouth. As soon
as I heard the front door close, I pulled out my cock and beat
it furiously, shooting a massive load all over myself.

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Author's note: This is the first part of a (mostly) true story. It's
also my first attempt. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. As well as
any guys who can continue my training.