Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2011 18:37:15 -0400
From: Adam Dhent <adamdhent@gmx.com>
Subject: Instructing Chris

I meet my first boyfriend in college and we were together for about eight
years.  Once we both started to work in different towns, things started to
change.  The break up was hard for me.  It wasn't ugly, we certainly still
care about each other and I wished him the best.  But as for "moving on," I
just didn't want another relationship.  The reasons were many... I halfway
expected him to come back, and if that was love, how could I love another?
And frankly I didn't want another break up.  After about a year of dealing
with this, I decided that if I wasn't going to have a boyfriend, I could at
least have "recreational sex."  And if this was going to be meanings less
sex, it should be with the kinds of guys I always thought were hot and
sexy, not necessarily boyfriend material, just fun guys.  I wanted cute
younger guys, guys with tattoos and long hair, twink types.

One night I was hanging out with a bunch of friends.  And there was a new
guy in the crowd.  His name was Chris and he was a friend of a friend who
traveled a lot.  He was thin and lanky, a few years younger than me, and
had long black hair, a couple of tattoos, and scared knees and elbows.  He
acted very straight and was into "flatland biking" and rode in competitions
all over the states.

I thought he was kind of sexy and found a chance to chat with him.  He was
a trust fund kid, living off inheritance.  We talked about philosophy and
history of religions and he seemed quite interested in what I had been
reading.  Soon the conversation turned to moral, ethics and sin.  Before
long he was confessing that he was actually bisexual, but in his macho
competitive sport he couldn't let anyone know.  He said it was so hard to
find what he wanted and not be exposed to his friends.  I assured him his
secret was safe with me.  He grinned said he enjoyed our talk and asked me
for my email.

A few days later I got a message from him asking if he could drop by and
talk "philosophy."  I said sure and gave him my address.  He showed up
about 6:30 on his motor bike, wearing black jeans, a white shirt and black
biker's helmet.  He spent a few minutes looking around my place before I
offered him a drink and we both sat on the sofa.  We chatted a books, then
out of the blue he changed subjects and announced, "You know I enjoy sex,
but sometimes I like to be the woman..."

"I see," is all I said.  I took a sip of my drink.

"Yea, I like the feel of a guy's cock in my mouth and in my ass."

"Really?"  I asked.

"Oh yeah!  And I like the splash of cum on my face and body.  My fantasy
would be to lie on your coffee table and have 3 or 4 guys have their way
with me, while I mocked resistance.  I get so turned on when a guy gets
rough with me."

I recited that old punch line, "No!  Don't!  Stop! -- No, don't stop!"

"Yeah like that," he said with a smile.

"Well you know, I have a cock, and it likes to be sucked.  Maybe we can
work something out?" I asked.

Chris grinned and said, "Well, maybe.  I'm pretty picky you know."

After listening to his eager confessions and then these comments, I
realized this cool, tough macho guy wanted someone to have his way with
him.  Now I am not an abusive dominate type of guy, but I wanted to be a
good host.  I stood up and sat my drink on the coffee table.  Then I stood
between his knees and I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned the fly.  He was
looking me in the face as I pushed down my jeans and boxers.  Right there,
inches from his face was my semi-erect penis.  "There it is, big boy.  Suck
my cock."

"I don't think I can do that tonight..."  He started to say.

I took his head in both hands and forced his face to my cock.  He turned
his head so I pressed my stiffening cock against his smooth cheek.  He felt
warm and soft, I got harder.  I ran my fingers through his long black hair
which was a real turn on to me.  But my cock was still not in his mouth.  I
took a firm grip on his head and turned his face up.  He had both eyes and
his mouth tightly closed.  He was so sexy and cute.  I leaned down kissed
him square on the mouth.

"No, no way, stop.  I DO NOT like kissing," he protested.

I grinned and said "Well then, open your fucking mouth and start sucking."

He looked at my cock right and his lips parted a little.  I held my stiff
cock in my right hand and put my left on the back of his head and pulled
him towards me.  The head of my cock touched his lips, and then slipped
past them into his mouth.  His tongue pushed forward to block my progress,
but I pushed harder and went deeper in his mouth.  I a few seconds his nose
was in my pubes and balls were against his chin.  His mouth was so warm,
and wet, and deep.  But he gagged, and coughed, and spit me out.

"I just couldn't breathe," He offered apologetically.

"Well Chris, I think you need to practice!  Just lean forward, lift your
chin, and open that throat up and you will be sucking like a pro."

He did as instructed and before long he was taking my whole cock with ease.
Then Chris was sucking like a mad man.  He was working hard, trying to make
me cum as quickly as he could.  But I was resisting, enjoying his
attention.  After a few minutes he paused and, and while he casually
stroked my cock said "Wow, this is great.  I never knew how to do that
without choking!"

"OK, well here is your next lesson.  Take me as deep in your throat as
possible, then act like your swallowing it.  You want to massage my cock
with your throat muscles."

He kind of has a doubtful look on his face but went back down on my cock.
Soon he got the hang of it.  I told him he was a great deep throating cock
sucker.  He mummbled something and just went faster.  I guess he had been
sucking my cock for about twenty minutes and I couldn't hold back any
longer.  I had felt like I was almost gonna cum two or three times, but was
now ready to let it flow.

My hands were resting on his shoulders and his were gripping my hips.  He
was slamming my body against his face.  It was all too much for me.  I felt
that swelling in my balls, and my cock started to throb.  Pulse after
pulse, cum shot out of my cock.  I don't think he was expecting it as he
started to choked.  He pulled off my cock and I shot cum on his face and
white shirt.  A mixture of cum and saliva dripped down his chin.

"Wow, dude, I almost choked!" he said half laughing.

I laughed and had to collapse on the sofa next to him.  "You're actually a
pretty good cock sucker."  I complimented him as I tried to catch my
breath.  "Do you need help getting off," I asked?

"No, and I gotta run now.  I had planned on seeing my girlfriend tonight,
but now I gotta go change first.  Besides she needs to learn what I know
now..."

We both laughed and he cleaned up as much as he could, said bye, and that
he would let me know how his night went.  I did hear from him that night.
And he came back several more times for other "advanced instructions."

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