Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2015 14:21:07 -0600
From: Charles Smythe <jasonsmythe7@gmail.com>
Subject: Discovering that I'm a Cocksucker

In this forum, in anonymity, I'm not afraid to say it: I have an
unbelievably high libido and all my adult life sucking cock has been just
about the most important thing to me. My friends all rib me about my
promiscuity, but I don't think even they know how central swallowing cum is
to my life. When I'm not doing it, somewhere in my mind I'm thinking about
it, or talking about it with friends or even strangers, or watching porn. I
honestly don't know why it's so meaningful for me.

At the age of 21 I decided it was time to start dating guys, which meant,
of course, having my first sexual experience. That happened a few evenings
later when Kevin a guy on the beach shocked me by taking me to his parents'
place. Of course they weren't home. I was so nervous that I was shaking as
he and I undressed in the bedroom. We spent about an hour fumbling around,
trying a little bit of everything. It didn't occur to me until later that
Kevin was almost as inexperienced as I was. And it ended, as now seems
inevitable, with my going down on him. The first thing I remember was that
it felt so odd. I'd felt my own cock thousands of times of course, but
having another man's cock in my hand was completely different. The skin was
softer than I imagined, just encasing the stiff rod beneath.

I'd long fantasized about giving a guy a blowjob, but this didn't feel at
all like what I expected. Kevin was very well endowed and I had trouble
getting his cock past my teeth. It was uncomfortable and surprisingly
un-erotic for me. Nevertheless, despite my poor performance Kevin cummed in
no time at all. When he spewed in my mouth I very nearly threw up. Gagging,
I spit his gooey bitter load out on his belly...not the nicest finish in
the world.


I now realize that he was one of those occasional guys you find whose cum
tastes like battery acid. But I was sort of freaked out. What if I don't
like sex?

About a week later, I was driving home from a popular downtown gay bar, at
around 2:00 A.M.  While stopped at a red light I noticed a handsome guy in
the car next to me. He returned my gaze, pointed to the right and nodded.
He drove slowly so I could follow him to his apartment.  I don't remember
if we spoke, but he led me to the basement of his building. I noticed a
growing bulge in his gym shorts that bounced from side to side as he
walked. Inevitably, the tour ended a dark, deserted gym. He walked in and I
followed, lingering just inside the doorway, hoping I knew where this was
headed. He turned and looked at me, clearly noticing my gaze at the bulge
in his crotch.

"Sorry about that," he chuckled. "You ever walk around in these things
without underwear on? They kind of tickle you and it always gives me an
erection."

Then without further comment, he immediately went down on me for a couple
minutes. The first blowjob I got and to be honest, I don't even remember
how it felt.

Then he stood up and one of his hands lightly caressed the package beneath
his gym shorts. "You seem pretty curious about this. Do you want to touch
it?" he asked.


"Uuuugh," was all I could muster. He took my hand by the wrist and guided
it to his stiffening cock. I could feel his shaft arcing downward through
the thin material of his shorts. My fingers slowly encircled his cock. He
then stepped back and quickly yanked his shorts off. As he lightly stroked
his cock as he moved back toward me. Then my hand went back to his dick. He
was circumcised, had a thick tuft of black pubic hair and was a little
smaller than me. I estimated him to be average sized, around 6 ½ inches in
long so I had no trouble getting it in my mouth.

I had an overwhelming urge to taste his cock, but was intensely nervous
about it. I didn't want to gag like last time. Finally I closed my eyes and
dropped to my knees. One hand started caressing the back of my head and the
other dropped to my shoulder as he slowly pushed his hips closer to me. I
opened my mouth and for the second time, tasted another man's dick.


Pre-cum was oozing from his pee-slit and dripped onto my tongue. It was
sweet and surprised me because it wasn't a turn off. The touch of the soft
skin of his cock caressed my tongue and I allowed my lips to wrap around
his shaft. He let out a soft, "uuuuuuuuuuum," and started to move his hips
back and forth gently, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. He wasn't
as thick as Kevin so it was easy to keep my teeth away from his cock as it
moved in and out.


"Yeah, that's it," he moaned. "You're doing great"

I started to increase my pace a little and placed a hand at the base of his
dick as I attempted to take him deeper. I could feel his thick clump of
pubic hair tickle my nose as he moved deeper into my mouth. He offered
words of encouragement between moans of pleasure. He also added
instruction. "Let it touch the back of your throat," he said. I slowed and
allowed it deeper. Not quite deep enough to gag me but deep enough where I
could just feel his nut sack brushing my chin.


"Oh Yeah, you're doing great, man. Now, lick it up and down," he said. I
took him out of my mouth, flicked my tongue out and licked the hard shaft
up and down its length. It was now coated in my saliva and the taste of his
oozing pre-cum on my tongue mixed with the texture of his cock enticed me
to no end. My own cock was like steel now, but I was only focused on his
rigid cock. He lightly held the back of my head and pushed my face into
him, forcing his balls toward me. I started licking his swollen balls and
inhaling the musky smell from them as he stroked his cock. "God, yeah,
that's great," he said. "Suck that dick, man, suck."


I greedily took his hard cock back into my mouth and allowed him to shove
it deeper down my throat. I tried to relax as he face-fucked me faster and
faster. I heard his breathing quicken and his grunts became louder, and
then I realized that he must be about to cum.

When he cummed, to my surprise, I swallowed it right down no problem. The
aftertaste was actually rather sweet, I noticed. And that was that. It
seemed like it took hours but in reality took less than 10 minutes. It was
so sudden and confusing to me that I'm not sure I enjoyed it exactly, but I
was relieved to know I could swallow without vomiting.


Then, a week later, my life changed forever. I was once again in the local
gay bar. I was feeling lonely, the way one does at 21 and really just
wanted to have the experience of sleeping with somebody...holding them,
cuddling, spending the night.

A very cute and sexy guy with curly blond hair struck up a conversation
with me and pretty soon he was inviting me back to his place. We sat on his
couch and talked for a few minutes to break the ice. Then Jeff showed me a
photo album of his recent trip to the Bahamas. There were all these
pictures of him on the beach in his Speedos with a very large, beautiful
bulge. In an instant, my loneliness gave way to raging horniness. Jeff
pretended not to notice but excused himself, returning a minute later
wearing those very Speedos...but now with an enormous erection inside them.

He stood in front of me and said, "Suck me off." I was unbelievably turned
on. But still, I was a nice Catholic boy, painfully shy and also I was
feeling blue and wanted to go to bed with him. So instead I stood up and
tried to kiss him. Jeff went along with it for a minute. But then, and this
I'll never forget he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me
back to my knees. His cock stared my straight in the face. It was about 7
inches long. Suddenly I felt an uncontrollable urge to taste his cock.  I
resisted for a moment as my head swam with the realization that I was going
to give myself over to sucking cock. I was so horny, so hungry that I
couldn't help myself.

Down on my knees, I fondled Jeff's cock through the fabric with my mouth. I
was too shy to pull his Speedos down, so he did it for me. And honestly, at
this moment I really almost fainted with a horniness I've rarely felt
since. With my hands on his thighs, I opened my mouth and he pushed it
between my open lips. He immediately began moaning, "Uuuuuuugh," and said,
"Oh my god."

Pre-cum dripped onto my lips and tongue as Jeff entered my mouth. The taste
sent a shock through me. One of his hands went to the back of my head and
he pulled me closer to him. I felt his kinky pubic hair against my nose and
lips and his heavy balls bumping my chin. His pace quickened and he began
to grunt with each stroke.


You love sucking his cock, don't you?" he said, breathlessly. You've never
wanted anything as much as this.

"Yes," I said as I sucked his cock. As I greedily sucked him his balls were
slapping me gently on the chin as I took him as deep as I could. I didn't
want it to stop. It felt so good, so thrilling, so fulfilling to have
Jeff's big cock down my throat. At the same time, I couldn't believe what a
slut I was being and that it was so thrilling.

"Yes, you're going to make me cum and you want to taste it when I do.
You've never wanted anything so bad in your life!" Jeff grunted as his pace
became more intense. I took each stroke of his cock into my mouth, only
wanting more. Then he began to grunt loudly and erratically.


Jeff didn't last long. Do you see a pattern here?  What happened next is
the moment I think about practically every day. I felt Jeff's cock stiffen
up and get even bigger in my mouth, which somehow instinctively made me go
still deeper while keeping the action up fast and furious.  And then he
started moaning, "Oh yes, oh yeah." god, what a thrill, again I almost
passed out.

Jeff put his hand firmly on the back of my head and pulled my head forward.
I kept up the pumping action but without letting his cock leave the depths
of my throat, totally mad with craving and hunger and finally Jeff moaned,
"Uuuuuuugh," and I felt one, two, three, four, five incredibly powerful
blasts of cum shooting directly down my throat. I was about to lose
consciousness. I felt six, seven, eight, nine, ten blasts more as his cum
filling up my esophagus.  But I couldn't really gulp because he was so far
down my throat. Then eleven, twelve, probably more...it seemed like he was
going to keep hosing it hard and strong forever. Would I drown?

I was positively convulsed by the thrill of it, almost on the verge of
passing out. Finally, it subsided. He waited a moment, still deep down my
throat, and sighed, "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh," with relief.

Then Jeff backed away.

"Whew," Jeff laughed. "That was fantastic."

And as I stood, still fully clothed, wiping my mouth with my shirtsleeve,
Jeff pointed and laughed again. Without even touching myself I'd cum in my
pants. It was a huge mess. My pants were soaked. No wonder my head was
swimming.

! Nevertheless, despite my embarrassing state, Jeff immediately showed me
the door. My job as cocksucker was done. This too turned me on. Thank god
it was late and nobody was around to see my pants as I walked quickly back
to my car.


And so it was that I learned I had a natural talent for deep-throat
cocksucking...and it was the beginning of my obsession with getting loads
not just shot but literally blasted deep down my throat. Ever since, I've
been trying to relive the moment.


By the way, when I ran into Jeff a month or so later and he was very nice
to me. I didn't get to suck him off again, but he introduced me to Marty
the friend he was with by telling him what an incredible cocksucker I was,
loud enough so others standing nearby heard. I blushed, but it gave me such
a boner.

The end...