Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2016 19:00:24 -0500
From: Charles Smythe <jasonsmythe7@gmail.com>
Subject: Because I wanted to-[GF-11]-part-1-of-1

Because I Wanted to
Part-1-of-1

I've read all kinds of stories on the inter-net about guys who were coerced
into sucking cocks by a boyhood friend, an older relative, a trusted family
friend or what have you or a myriad of reason too numerous to list. I can't
use any of those excuses. The truth is I started sucking cocks because I
wanted too. That's right, no one tricked me into it or anything like that I
did with my eyes wide open with no illusions about the consequences. I did
it because I wanted to.

It all started about a year ago. I got snowed-in in some backwater town in
Montana while I was there on a business trip and had to spend three boring
days and three even more boring nights in a sleazy little motel on the edge
of town. The only redeeming factor for the motel was a twenty four hour
Denny's within walking distance and cable TV with a porno channel. The
first time I tried to watch a porn movie I discovered it only got one porno
channel...a gay porno channel.

Of course I'm sure most of it was acting but the guys sucking cock seemed
to be having so much fun that I was fascinated. By the time the weather
broke and I was able to leave I'd made up my mind and try it. Not being a
fool I knew what affect it could have on my accounting firm. This was still
the Bible belt and homophobia.

All my life I'd always did exactly what I wanted to do. The only influence
I let others have on my actions was how discrete I had to be. This would be
no exception.

As I said, I owned an accounting firm that employed a dozen of the best
CPAs in the country. Our service was the best money could buy and our price
reflected that.

A large conglomerate wanted to purchase a small insignificant firm to get a
patent that the company owned.

Before the sale went through the larger company wanted to be sure the debts
that they acquired with the little company didn't out weight the benefit of
getting the patent. Hence they hired my firm to audit the books and look
for hidden liabilities. The president of the big company wanted me to do
the job personally rather than one of my employees and was will to pay my
inflated fee to get me.

So at the beginning of summer i found myself living in an extremely nice
beach house for the summer compliments of the large company. It wouldn't
show up on their bill as a beach house but they would pay none the less.

When the realtor showed me around and gave me my key, since I planed on
working out of the beach house I was a little concerned when she told me
that the owner of the house next door was letting his nephew use the house
for the summer before he went off to college.

All I needed was a parade of drunken teenagers and endless loud parties
next door when I was trying to work.

The first time I saw him it was right before sundown. When I first saw him
I couldn't believe my eyes. He was a young Greek god. He was around six
feet tall with what they describe as a sleek swimmers body but with enough
muscles to tell that he worked out with weights. But not to the point of
getting too pumped up, just enough for strength. He had a bronze tan; sun
bleached stylishly tousled blonde hair and the bluest eyes that you could
imagine.

I quickly learned that right before sundown everyday he ran a mile down the
beach and back. He'd come out wearing what looked more like panty briefs
than jogging shorts and do his stretches. Then he'd jog barefooted on the
sand for a mile up the beach and back.

His pubescent body would be covered by a fine sheen of perspiration and
obviously aroused by the run, he'd have an erection. His panties were so
tiny and so tight that when he came back his erection would stick up good
two inches above the waist band of his panties in clear sight. It was clear
for all to see that he wasn't uncircumcised.

When he ran he was beautiful to watch. He moved with a feline grace, his
muscles rippling powerfully under his bronze skin like that of a through
breed race horse. When he returned with a fine sheen of perspiration I
wanted to lick the moisture off his erect nipples.

The first week I watched him discretely from inside the house. But as I got
more aroused I moved out on the deck and watched him openly. He wasn't the
least bit shy and didn't seem to mind my watching him do his stretches. In
fact he seemed to expect it.

Our houses were about thirty feet higher than the beach and were so close
together that we shared stairs down to the beach and our decks were only
separated by a low railing. After I'd openly watched him return from his
run for a week, I tossed him a cold bottle of Lemon Lime Gatorade when he
got to the top of the stairs, saying, "You look like you need this."

"Thanks," he said.

Being a polite young man Chris lingered to make small talk while he drank
it. It became our custom for me to toss him a bottle of Gatorade every day
and for him to make small talk while he drank it. Although I was seated,
Chris still keyed up from the run he would pace while we chatted. As we
chatted, he would often pause with his crotch only inches from my face as
we talked. It was all I could do not to keep my mouth off of him.

Chris's deck had an out door shower for rinsing off the sand before going
in the house. One day after I handed him his Gatorade he asked, "Would you
be offended if I rinsed off before I sat down and drink this?"

Of course I said, "No."

When Chris rinsed off and his panties got wet, they became so sheer that I
could count the hairs on his tight balls. There was no way that he didn't
know that I was staring at his crotch while we talk. This went on for two
days and then I said, "For all the good you shorts do you after they get
wet you might as well take them off."

The next day Chris casually stripped off his panties before he showered and
sat naked while we chatted. His cock was beautiful...a thick tube of flesh
with a reddish/purple head peeking out of his the wrinkles of his foreskin
jutted out from a thick clump of curly black pubic hair. Below it hung two
golf ball size balls in his wrinkled nut sack. It was all I could do to
keep my face out of his lap while we talked.

The third day of being naked when Chris came over after his shower for his
Gatorade and conversation, I told him, "I left the Gatorade in the kitchen.
Come on in and I'll get you one."

Inside I got him a Gatorade out of the fridge and Chris leaned casually
against the kitchen counter while he drank it and we chatted. He didn't
seem to mind when I just as casually took his flaccid cock in the palm of
my hand like I was hefting it to test its weight.

We stood and chatted like that until Chris's cock started hardening in my
hand. Chris's cock soft was a fat five inches. Had I not seen it in that
state, the skin pulled back so far that when it attained its hard eight
inches I wouldn't have been able to tell that he wasn't circumcised. Then I
fell helpless to my knees in front of him, face-to-face with a very large
and very hard cock. It was standing straight up, giving me a view that made
me dizzy; Chris's large low-hanging balls, leading to his glistening shaft,
veins bulging in every direction...its dark plum-shaped head, a droplet of
pre-cum now dripping ever so slowly off the head...flat, rippled abs above
that and him looking down at me with pure lust on his face.

As our eyes met I slipped that reddish/purple head between my lips and ran
my tongue all around it in my mouth. As Chris held my head and slid his
cock in and out, I knew that I was where I belonged...on my knees with a
mouth full of his hard cock, my lips wrapped around its shaft.

"Your first time isn't it?" Chris asked as his cock continued move smoothly
in and out of my mouth.

"Yes."

"I knew that it had to be," he chuckled, "otherwise you wouldn't have taken
so long to make your move."

 "Am I doing it right?" I asked around a mouthful of his hard cock.

"It feels right to me, but I'm no authority. It's my first time too."

Then my mouth got too busy for any more conversation.

After I finished sucking him off and swallowing what must have been a pint
of cum, I asked, "Was it really your first time?"

"Yes. Not to brag but I've always had a pretty face and body so older men
have been after me since I was a kid. I wasn't even safe at school. The
male teachers and even one principal tried to touch me inappropriately. In
gym class the coaches were all so worried about my hygiene that they wanted
to help me take a bath. But you were different. You obviously wanted me but
you restrained yourself and just tried to be my friend. After I decided
that you were going to be the one and I flaunted my nakedness in your face
you still tried to hold back. Honestly I thought I was going to have to
stick my cock in your mouth to get you to make your move."

Then Chris asked, "Did you like it?"

"I'm here to tell you...," I said with a grin. "You've NEVER had a sexual
experience like the one when you let another man shoot a load in your mouth
and you feel each burst of cum hitting the back of your throat.  It was
mind bending counting the number of shots as I swallowed your cum."

As I still sat out on the deck, I watch him stretch his lithesome body and
then like a gazelle run out of sight down the beach until he was out of
sight. Then I would sit on the deck counting my blessings until he came
back into sight. Then I'd watch in awe as he ran. Anyone who saw my face as
I watch the rippling of his sleek muscles as he jogged up the stairs would
know that if not him, I was in love with his body.

Chris taking a shower was a symphony in motion. The rippling of his muscles
as he moved across the deck, the delicate way he stuck his hand under the
flow as he adjusted the temperature of the water. The way his muscles
stretch and flexed as he pulled he's panties off his hips and slid them
down his muscular legs, before they fell down around his ankles. Even the
way he step out of them.

My breath would catch in my throat as I watch Chris's hand glide over his
body as he applied soap. When he stepped out of the shower he'd glide so
gracefully across the deck that his feet didn't appear to touch the wood
and take the Gatorade out of my hand as he walked through my patio door.

Inside I would suck Chris's cock wherever he alighted, be it at my kitchen
table, the couch in the living room, in my bed, while he was standing and
looking out the window or anyone of a hundred places.  I didn't care where
as long as I had his cock in my mouth.

Chris had ambitions and while I was sucking his cock he liked to talk about
them. He'd been taking dancing lessons of one form or another since he was
five years old. It was his goal to get into Julliard to study dancing and
become a professional dancer.

Chris enjoyed being touched so I started give him massages and relaxing him
before I'd suck his cock. To this day I don't think I've ever encountered
anyone who enjoyed cumming in my mouth as much as he did.

Chris also enjoyed the feel of my mouth wrapped around his cock so much
that he liked for me to sit at his feet and nurse on his flaccid cock while
we were sitting around chatting and watching TV.

I sucked Chris's cock every day for the rest of the summer. Because he
considered me...and I guess I was...his personal cock sucker, Chris didn't
always wait until after his run. If he got horny during the day he'd popped
over expecting me to drop what I was doing and suck it for him. And of
course I did.

Our houses were rather secluded so I never worried about closing curtains
and such. There was never anyone around to look in.

Except the day I was blowing Chris in the living room and the UPS man
walked up to the front door. It was a sight to behold. Chris kicked back on
the couch in a state of sexual bliss and me on my knees at his feet sucking
his big powerful cock. I chuckled because the UPS guy was nice enough to
wait until we finished before knocking on the door.

A couple of weeks later when the UPS guy came by instead of rushing like
they usually do, he lingered to chat. As we talked he kept cupping his
balls. Knowing what he wanted and wanting to tease him a little I said, "I
though you UPS guys were always in a hurry."

"We normally are but I'm on my lunch break."

"Oh," I said, "Does that mean that if I offered you a blowjob you'd have
time to take it?"

He had time.

While I was sucking his cock the UPS guy told me that his wife had quit
sucking his cock as soon as they got married and that he hadn't had his
cock sucked in three years. After that instead of a tip he expected a
blowjob. He had a nice cock and he was so damned appreciative that I didn't
mind.

Later that day after his run as he was kicked back relaxing while I sucked
his cock, Chris got a kick out of hearing about me sucking the UPS guy's
cock.

Chris showed up unexpectedly one afternoon while I was sucking the UPS
guy's cock. Instead of being mad Chris just laughed and waited his turn. It
was kinda embarrassing when they talked about my cock sucking skills over
my head like I wasn't even there while I was finishing up the UPS guy...but
then again being treated like a piece of meat was kinda hot.

Next thing I know instead of leaving my mail in the box down by the road
the mailman was bring it to my door. And of course he wanted the same `tip'
that I was giving the UPS guy. By the end of the summer besides him, i was
blowing the UPS guy, the mailman, both the water and the electric meter
readers and the realtor's husband. He came by to mow the lawn, saw what was
going on and wanted in on the action. Even the pizza guy wanted a blowjob
for delivering my pizza.

As I gained more experience and realized that I was a born cocksucker, I
also realized that from his actions Chris was also a natural born feeder.
He'd treated me so callously all summer because to him I was nothing but a
cocksucker, a mouth to service and to satisfy his sexual pleasure.

Even though young, like all feeders he probably had a sixth sense about
such things so I have no doubt that he'd find himself another cocksucker by
the time he was checked into his dorm.

I hope it doesn't sound like I blame Chris for turning me into a cocksucker
because nothing could be farther from the truth.  He just allowed me to
come out of my cocoon and spread my wings. A cocksucker is born not made.
The funny thing is that you don't have to be gay to be a cocksucker. You
just have to have an unquenchable desire to please more powerful males.
And whether you're gay or not sucking their cock is the way to serve and
please them.

And I have that desire...I'm a cocksucker

I never heard from Chris after that summer but he must have went on and
attained his wish because years later he was the star of a dance troop that
past through town and preformed at the civic center. It was one of those
black tie affairs.

As for me...like I said...feeders have a sixth sense about
cocksuckers...one found me and started feeding me within days of my
returning home.

The end...