Our Secret.
It started out as comments, small flirts even. A co worker, and car pool partner, becoming a friend, slowly becoming even more. As we drove to work, his statement of cock size and needs lead me to demand he prove it, demand that he take it out and show me. "If I take it out, what are you going to do with it." Half joking, I told him I would stroke it. I dared him and he dared me back.
It didn't seem real when he started to undo his pants. I thought that at any second he would stop and laugh, but he didn't. Everything seemed as if in slow motion as I watched. I wanted to look away, but my eyes were strangely drawn to his crotch. As he drove, he fumbled with and pulled at his fly. A feeling came over me, so difficult to describe, one of equal parts curiousity and dreed. I hoped he wouldn't do it, yet why then was I also excited? His fly down, he reached into his pants. My eyes widen, but I still didn't think he would and then he pulled out his cock. Through his fly, it layed on his thigh. We sat in silence for a split second, but it seemed like minutes before he spoke. He didn't look at me, or look down, he just looked stataight ahead and said, "Well?"
"Well what!" It was the only reply I could muster. "You have to at least touch it, that was the dare," he told me. I laughed uncomfortably and shot my hand over and layed it on top of it. It had such warmth, my head began to swim a little, touching him made my own cock twitch. It had an unexpected and erotic effect on me, all within a fraction of a second. I realized that I had not pulled my hand back. I realized that his cock had started to swell under my finger tips. He only looked straight ahead, making it easier for me to stare at his cock and to process it's affect on me. The mood in the car changed. The air felt thicker, tnere was a tension. I had completed the dare, so why was my hand still touching him? He did not protest and touching him sent a warmth and electricity through me. Nervously, I wrapped my fingers around his hardening shaft. I couldn't even breathe, I had to remind myself to breathe. His dick felt warm and smooth and thick and rubbery. Soft and yet firm, fat and yet solid and all of it amazing! All of it thrilling. I couldn't admit it, but if he didn't stop me, I didn't want to stop either. My fist around him, he was now rock hard. I began to stoke him as we drove, up and down. Quickly, his cock's head had become slick and sticky with precum. It lubed my fingers as they glided over him. Under his breath, softly, he whispered, "Faster, faster." I stroked him and he began to shake. His sounds were soft and muffled, maybe he was embarrassed as his cum began to flow. Warm and thick, it spurted out and ran down my hand. He shook and gripped the steering wheel tight as I stroked his sensitive, cum lubed, cock again. I don't remember much talk after, or for the rest of the day. I was in a fog. A delirious, confused, state of mind. I had never expected that encounter and never imagined the effect it could have. I found myself hoping for another and thinking about it made my cock erect.
On the ride back after work, I felt that same mix of dread and excitement. It was kind of quiet and kind of weird, I wondered if we were both thinking the same thing. Finally, he spoke, "Any chance you could do that again?" I felt such a strange desire well up in me, "Yes." I so wanted to feel his cock again. I stroked him and felt such desire. I had started to feel such an urge. My heart was pounding at my thoughts. Thumping and beating hard with the lust, the anticipation. I felt such a desire to suck him, to suck cock. I looked around, nervous, no other cars were there. I slid back on my seat and began to nervously lean into him. I felt so drawn to that hard dick. I seemed to want it so much. It was so sensual, such an erotic moment. I wrapped my lips around his cock's pulsing head and tasted him. An incredible flavor, I wondered if it was his cum from earlier that I was tasting. It tasted and felt so unbelievably incredible! How could it be this delicious? His cock's head on my lips, his firm shaft in my mouth. Warm, throbbing, sucking his cock, it was making me feel as if I could cum, also, without even being touched. My cock was so hard and leaking. I was getting so turned on and getting so much pleasure, without even being touched.
He'd call out, "Car, car," and I would sit up, not wanting anyone to see us or get caught. When it would pass, I went right back down on him. There was no time for thought, or second guessing. This was now, this was to me so urgent. New and thrilling, urges and a desire unlike any. I couldn't speak, I dared not say it. I wished he would just drive further so I could continue to experience this new found sexual pleasure. The pleasure of cock. "Fuck, I want cum!" Could I really be thinking this? How could I of become so gay, so cock crazy so fast? I didn't feel gay. I just felt a new and incredible lust for dick. None of this occurred to me then, though. My only thought was how good this felt and how much I loved it. Feeling it's hot, hard pulse. Feeling it on my lips and against the back of my throat. "Please, give me cum!" My mind so crying out for it. "Fuck, don't stop." Why were his words such a turn on? Why was pleasuring him and making him shake, so intoxicating?
No one knows why we like what we like. Sometimes there is no explaining what brings us pleasure, while for others it does not. I did not understand my lust, only that it was powerful and somehow addictive. Mentally and maybe even physically? Could cum really make me crave more on a physical level? After my experiences, I certainly wanted more. The excitement, the anticipation, so wonderful. The way it felt against my lips, indescribable. The pleasure it gave me, just unbelievable. Soon, it wasn't just car rides. Soon, I began meeting him other places, too.
He wanted me to admit that I wanted cock, to admit that I wanted to suck it. I didn't want too. I did not want to say it out loud as if it was somehow less true if I didn't. Then, I gave in. I wanted it, I told him so. A feeling washed over me, almost a eurphoric freedom. Maybe he knew how it would feel. Maybe he knew to admit it was freeing.
As my lust increased and my hunger developed, I became more adventurous. He became more exploiting. I remember that time after I had admitted my desires. He parked and I followed him inside as if I had no choice, as if my fate was now sealed. As if our roles were now written in stone. Maybe, at least between us, they were. He stripped out of his clothes as I stood there. He layed back on his bed, his cock already semi erect, bounced and moved against his belly and thigh. It was hard not to stare. He motioned for me to come over to him as he slid down a little and bent his knees, raising them up. He slid down more and opened his legs wider. Beneath his big, hairy balls, he was exposing his hairy asshole. I had no doubt what he wanted. So driven by cock lust, maybe I wanted it too. I layed down on my stomach, between his legs, and began to tongue at his musky opening. He pulled his knees up and my tongue dove into his hairy ass, finding his salty and somehow sweet asshole. I licked it, I ate his ass. I felt intoxicated, cock and ass drunk. When his legs came down, I moaned like a slut when I took his engorged cock's head in my mouth and tasted his sticky precum. My face, wet with my own saliva from licking his asshole, smelt musk. It made me feel slutty. I tongued around his cock's head. I licked up and down his shaft. I licked and sucked his hairy, salty balls. I loved it, for once I was not ashamed to show it.
He sat up and rolled me onto my back. He straddled me, lowering himself to me. Once again, I licked his asshole and balls. Maybe he enjoyed it, maybe it was an exercise in power. He then put his hands above my head and leaned forward. I eagerly took his cock into my mouth. Pumping, he fucked my mouth. Hitting the back of my throat, opening me up for him. I reached up, held his hips and guided him. I guided his cock down my throat. I gagged, but quickly tried again. He moaned out, it must of felt wonderful. I held him, unashamedly caressed him, as he fucked my throat.
Quickly, he sat back up. I thought he might cum. Oh, how I wanted him to cum! Instinctively, I opened my mouth. White, hot, glorious cum shot out and then dripped from his tip, landing on my tongue. Such a cum slut now, I swallowed it and opened my mouth for more.
It was our secret.
It didn't seem real when he started to undo his pants. I thought that at any second he would stop and laugh, but he didn't. Everything seemed as if in slow motion as I watched. I wanted to look away, but my eyes were strangely drawn to his crotch. As he drove, he fumbled with and pulled at his fly. A feeling came over me, so difficult to describe, one of equal parts curiousity and dreed. I hoped he wouldn't do it, yet why then was I also excited? His fly down, he reached into his pants. My eyes widen, but I still didn't think he would and then he pulled out his cock. Through his fly, it layed on his thigh. We sat in silence for a split second, but it seemed like minutes before he spoke. He didn't look at me, or look down, he just looked stataight ahead and said, "Well?"
"Well what!" It was the only reply I could muster. "You have to at least touch it, that was the dare," he told me. I laughed uncomfortably and shot my hand over and layed it on top of it. It had such warmth, my head began to swim a little, touching him made my own cock twitch. It had an unexpected and erotic effect on me, all within a fraction of a second. I realized that I had not pulled my hand back. I realized that his cock had started to swell under my finger tips. He only looked straight ahead, making it easier for me to stare at his cock and to process it's affect on me. The mood in the car changed. The air felt thicker, tnere was a tension. I had completed the dare, so why was my hand still touching him? He did not protest and touching him sent a warmth and electricity through me. Nervously, I wrapped my fingers around his hardening shaft. I couldn't even breathe, I had to remind myself to breathe. His dick felt warm and smooth and thick and rubbery. Soft and yet firm, fat and yet solid and all of it amazing! All of it thrilling. I couldn't admit it, but if he didn't stop me, I didn't want to stop either. My fist around him, he was now rock hard. I began to stoke him as we drove, up and down. Quickly, his cock's head had become slick and sticky with precum. It lubed my fingers as they glided over him. Under his breath, softly, he whispered, "Faster, faster." I stroked him and he began to shake. His sounds were soft and muffled, maybe he was embarrassed as his cum began to flow. Warm and thick, it spurted out and ran down my hand. He shook and gripped the steering wheel tight as I stroked his sensitive, cum lubed, cock again. I don't remember much talk after, or for the rest of the day. I was in a fog. A delirious, confused, state of mind. I had never expected that encounter and never imagined the effect it could have. I found myself hoping for another and thinking about it made my cock erect.
On the ride back after work, I felt that same mix of dread and excitement. It was kind of quiet and kind of weird, I wondered if we were both thinking the same thing. Finally, he spoke, "Any chance you could do that again?" I felt such a strange desire well up in me, "Yes." I so wanted to feel his cock again. I stroked him and felt such desire. I had started to feel such an urge. My heart was pounding at my thoughts. Thumping and beating hard with the lust, the anticipation. I felt such a desire to suck him, to suck cock. I looked around, nervous, no other cars were there. I slid back on my seat and began to nervously lean into him. I felt so drawn to that hard dick. I seemed to want it so much. It was so sensual, such an erotic moment. I wrapped my lips around his cock's pulsing head and tasted him. An incredible flavor, I wondered if it was his cum from earlier that I was tasting. It tasted and felt so unbelievably incredible! How could it be this delicious? His cock's head on my lips, his firm shaft in my mouth. Warm, throbbing, sucking his cock, it was making me feel as if I could cum, also, without even being touched. My cock was so hard and leaking. I was getting so turned on and getting so much pleasure, without even being touched.
He'd call out, "Car, car," and I would sit up, not wanting anyone to see us or get caught. When it would pass, I went right back down on him. There was no time for thought, or second guessing. This was now, this was to me so urgent. New and thrilling, urges and a desire unlike any. I couldn't speak, I dared not say it. I wished he would just drive further so I could continue to experience this new found sexual pleasure. The pleasure of cock. "Fuck, I want cum!" Could I really be thinking this? How could I of become so gay, so cock crazy so fast? I didn't feel gay. I just felt a new and incredible lust for dick. None of this occurred to me then, though. My only thought was how good this felt and how much I loved it. Feeling it's hot, hard pulse. Feeling it on my lips and against the back of my throat. "Please, give me cum!" My mind so crying out for it. "Fuck, don't stop." Why were his words such a turn on? Why was pleasuring him and making him shake, so intoxicating?
No one knows why we like what we like. Sometimes there is no explaining what brings us pleasure, while for others it does not. I did not understand my lust, only that it was powerful and somehow addictive. Mentally and maybe even physically? Could cum really make me crave more on a physical level? After my experiences, I certainly wanted more. The excitement, the anticipation, so wonderful. The way it felt against my lips, indescribable. The pleasure it gave me, just unbelievable. Soon, it wasn't just car rides. Soon, I began meeting him other places, too.
He wanted me to admit that I wanted cock, to admit that I wanted to suck it. I didn't want too. I did not want to say it out loud as if it was somehow less true if I didn't. Then, I gave in. I wanted it, I told him so. A feeling washed over me, almost a eurphoric freedom. Maybe he knew how it would feel. Maybe he knew to admit it was freeing.
As my lust increased and my hunger developed, I became more adventurous. He became more exploiting. I remember that time after I had admitted my desires. He parked and I followed him inside as if I had no choice, as if my fate was now sealed. As if our roles were now written in stone. Maybe, at least between us, they were. He stripped out of his clothes as I stood there. He layed back on his bed, his cock already semi erect, bounced and moved against his belly and thigh. It was hard not to stare. He motioned for me to come over to him as he slid down a little and bent his knees, raising them up. He slid down more and opened his legs wider. Beneath his big, hairy balls, he was exposing his hairy asshole. I had no doubt what he wanted. So driven by cock lust, maybe I wanted it too. I layed down on my stomach, between his legs, and began to tongue at his musky opening. He pulled his knees up and my tongue dove into his hairy ass, finding his salty and somehow sweet asshole. I licked it, I ate his ass. I felt intoxicated, cock and ass drunk. When his legs came down, I moaned like a slut when I took his engorged cock's head in my mouth and tasted his sticky precum. My face, wet with my own saliva from licking his asshole, smelt musk. It made me feel slutty. I tongued around his cock's head. I licked up and down his shaft. I licked and sucked his hairy, salty balls. I loved it, for once I was not ashamed to show it.
He sat up and rolled me onto my back. He straddled me, lowering himself to me. Once again, I licked his asshole and balls. Maybe he enjoyed it, maybe it was an exercise in power. He then put his hands above my head and leaned forward. I eagerly took his cock into my mouth. Pumping, he fucked my mouth. Hitting the back of my throat, opening me up for him. I reached up, held his hips and guided him. I guided his cock down my throat. I gagged, but quickly tried again. He moaned out, it must of felt wonderful. I held him, unashamedly caressed him, as he fucked my throat.
Quickly, he sat back up. I thought he might cum. Oh, how I wanted him to cum! Instinctively, I opened my mouth. White, hot, glorious cum shot out and then dripped from his tip, landing on my tongue. Such a cum slut now, I swallowed it and opened my mouth for more.
It was our secret.
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