A Mature's First.
I thought I would be more nervous, that first time. I had never been with a guy before. Well, not in an "all in" way like this, anyways. Although, I had certainly thought about it enough. I thought it might be odd, strange. I thought I'd be racked with nerves, but it turned out to be the most natural and wonderful thing.
It is a transforming experience for an older man to eat cum for the first time. Men of a certain age, being brought up in a world that simply would not accept such actions and lusts, were made to feel that they must resist such things. Being homophobic was the order of the day in most households. To have such cravings meant you were not a real man back then. Any and all such thoughts and feelings must never be spoken of.
I had always had a fantasy about sucking cock. As I got older and the longer I denied my urges, the more they began to expand. Sometimes, I dreamed of getting a facial and would search out videos of my fantasy. Girls and then guys, taking cumshots on their faces. Sometimes with willing, open mouths. Thinking about it, watching it made my cock stir. Usually, I imagined being on my knees, watching as a guy stroked himself before me. Then, pointing himself and ejaculating, splashing me with his jizz on my face and chest. The one that could send me over the edge the quickest was imagining laying down with a guy above me. Sucking his balls, licking his shaft as he stroked himself. He'd pull back and explode on my face and open mouth. I would always suck him afterward. In my fantasy I would drain every last drop. It was these fantasies and more that I so wanted to and would explore.
So much older now, after some first early experiences. So many years of thinking about it, having fantasises about it, but never doing it. Now, that all would change. We had talked about it and now it was happening. I could no longer resist the cravings, the hunger of it all. I thought I would be so nervous, but I wasn't. Maybe it was because I had thought about it so much and wanted it for so long. Moving to my knees in front of him felt amazing. No nerves, no second thoughts, just desire. Unbuttoning his shirt, then his pants, my urges and cravings only grew stronger. His bare, hanging cock just inches away, my breath escaped me. Even sexier than I imagined, desire even stronger than I thought possible. Touching my lips to it, kissing it, made my body tingle and my head become dizzy. I felt a longing, satisfied, sigh well up inside me, as if now being so complete. Opening my mouth, taking his flaccid dick between my lips and feeling it swell. Just the most incredible, unimaginable pleasure. I wanted to pleasure his cock, I wanted to make him cum. I deeply wanted to feel him cum. It was other worldly, as if nothing else mattered.
Previously, he had asked me if I was gay. I didn't feel attracted to men, just strangely drawn to cock. I had to tell him that I was just, "Curious." Now, if he were to ask me, if being attracted to cock meant being gay, I would of proclaimed it out loud. How could it be so deeply changing and desirable?
I kissed and sucked his smooth, shaved balls. His sighs and moans only spurred me on more. I was so completely lost in the moment, so enamoured with the whole experience. The whole lust and love of the experience. His magnifienct cock was erect now and banged against the back of my throat as I took him in and out and slid my lips over him, back and forth. I felt as if I could cum, so strong and intense the pleasure cock was making me feel. I reached down and felt my own cock though my pants, it felt impossible sensitive and slick with pre cum. I pushed his dick harder against the back of my throat. Opening up, desperate for more, I took him down my throat. It was euphoric. Somehow, I felt complete.
Feeling his cock swell, so tense and erect. Feeling him in my mouth, so direct, so connected. His body transmitting it's every sensation, pulsing, throbbing, muscles reacting. My mouth on him directly linking me to his plessure and his orgasm. I could feel it building. The thrill of it! I couldn't wait to feel it, to taste it. His moans, his shaking, Yes, please, yes, I thought, please cum! Oh, then the rush as his body became ridged, his muscles flexing, then releasing. The warm, thick fluid filled my mouth. I moaned for it, I felt so slutty. I just wanted it so badly and it was wonderful.
I was feeling like I was addicted to cum. Even more than that, I felt like I was addicted to the act of making cock cum. Impossible to explain, yet so incredibly powerful. I guess I was also becoming addicted to the act of "making love" to men. Straight acting, masculine feeling, but alone, behind closed doors, I craved being intimate with men. Having a nude man in my bed, kissing him, touching him, making him erect and watching it bounce and throb as I did anything and everything to please him. How had it all escalated so quickly? Those feelings were always there, those desires and urges, but they had grown. Although, they were not always the same.
When I was young, I will admit now that I had seen pictures of soft and hard cock in adult magazines and found them alluring. They were sexy and arousing. However, the idea of acting on those thoughts, of ever doing anyhing, was completely out of the question. Never, I thought, never would I actually want to have sex with another guy. That seemed impossible to me at the time. To want to "be" with a guy? That was never really going to happen. That would be something I would never really actually want. Right?
Years went by and of course, those urges grew. Still, I was not and thought I would never be attracted to guys, but cock was still such a turn on. Secretly, privately, seeing girls sucking cock in magazines made me wish I could too. It looked so amazing, so sexy. I had a deeply hidden fantasy to feel it and experience what those girls were. Putting my lips to cock, sucking it. I learned of "gloryholes." I was both turned off and turned on by the idea of finding one. At my weakest, most desperate, I loved the idea of anonymously sucking dick, of giving into my dirtiest desires. No man there in front of me, just a wall with a hole. Just a gorgeous, lusty cock. No contact, just cock needing to be serviced. It sounded amazing, but still, there was no way I would, or could. There was just no way.
Honestly, I wasn't looking for it. A few years later, an older friend would give me beer and in an altered state, make a move on me. His hand on my leg, it sent tingles through my whole body. I didn't pull away. It just felt amazing and was so full of electricity. It was so different from a girl's touch. Maybe it was the beer, maybe nerves, maybe fear, but my cock was only semi erect even though he was rubbing it through my pants. I felt so intoxicated, again was it the beer or something else? He took my hand and I didn't resist. He put it on his dick, already hard and throbbing. Even through his pants, his cock felt incredible and I immediately became as hard as stone. My cock knew my deepest desires before my brain did. Well before I was ever ready to admit it.
My head was spinning when he leaned over and took my cock between his lips. It was a blur, but I came so hard and he swallowed all of it. Everything had been in my head before that. Everything a dream, a fantasy, I wasn't 100% sure that guy's really did this with other guy's. Yet, he had, we had, and it was beyond incredible. He obviously loved it, too. He loved both the act and my semen. What did he know that I didn't? It made me wonder. Was that why I seemed to be so curious and seemed to crave it all so much? Why did touching his cock, even through his pants, turn me on so much? Why ever since then, have I wanted more, more of everything. I still could not admit it, but it was the probably the beginning of me seeing other guys for more than just a secret, late night cock fantasy.
It was so exciting to think about. It was all a fantasy, but nothing turned me on more. My fantasies were now expanding and my secret, late night, thoughts became more kinky. Almost completely dominated by desires only satisfied my men. I dreamed of it all. Sucking, fucking, getting fucked, different positions. I dreamed of sucking cock on my knees, on my back, licking a guy's balls, his asshole. Although I could not imagine actually doing it, kissing and making out now crept into those fantasises, as well. Who would it be with, these desires? Someone my age, someone older? Still though, I resisted them, and tried to limit them. It would be years until my desires, and the freedom of driving, were just too powerful to deny.
I so wanted to feel an guy's touch again, his mouth. I wanted so much more, but I still just wasn't there yet. Nerves, fears, stereotypes, I just wasn't ready to give into my urges, yet. I was beginning to understand however, that nothing turned me on more. I had girlfriends, but I knew deep down, that it was cock, it was men that were the most arousing. I was laying on the floor with a leg cramp. Maybe I was hoping to feel his touch, I don't know. Maybe I was subconsciouly trying to seduce him. I couldn't look at him, but I was also staring at him. I was always so horny and pent up. When he touched my leg, I enhaled sharply. I immediaetly got a hard on. I was embarrashed, but in a way, I liked that he might see me so excited. Oh, his touch, it sent jolts through me. As his hand moved up my calf and rested on my thigh, I leaned back and felt his eyes on my crotch. I felt intoxicated. Why did I only get that wonderful, euphoric feeling with another guy? I layed all the way back, as if offering myself to him, and felt my erection pulse and throb in my shorts. Slowly, gently, he moved his hand further up my thigh. My skin flet electric, every nerve on end. Please touch me! Please kiss me! Please shove your cock in me! My thoughts raced. My breathing quickened in anticipation. As his finger tips got closer to my balls and cock, I held my breath, I stopped breathing. It was the moment. It had to happen, I was willing it to happen. His hand slipped under my shorts. I remember gasping when he finally touched my cock. I felt like a mass of quivering young flesh. I trembled, my cock felt so sensitive. It was his touch, I know it now. No girl or woman made me feel that way.
He stroked me, under my shorts. My mind raced and spun at the pleasure I experienced. With his hand wrapped around my cock and his hand rubbing my chest. He quickly brought me to that incredible edge. My chest heaved, my muscles tightened, I moaned out as he made me release. What an unbelievable feeling, completely spent, completely satisfied. I coated his fingers with my cum.
Later, it was my thoughts and desires that were so very telling. Removed from the urgency and the need of the moment, I imagined, I wished for even more. I wished for his lips on me. I wished for mine on his. I imagined being nude together, but how could I? How could I want someth8ng like that so badly? Surely, these thoughts and desires would pass. Surely, I thought, I wouldn't act on them.
Eventually, I told myself I would allow the fantasy. I couldn't deny the pleasure, the urges, and how much it turned me on. But, I would not act on them. Years and years later, nothing had changed, it was still all I could think about. All that time denying my urges only made them stronger. I would touch myself and imagine it was a man. I would watch porn and imagine it was me sucking that beautiful, sexy cock. When I finally gave in, it was a tidal wave to lust and passion.
Moving to my knees in front of him that first time, after all those years. The rush of desire, lust and emotions. Unbuttoning his shirt, then his pants. I could not, I would not pretend any longer. Tasting his cum that first time, making his hard cock spurt and release it's warm, sticky load. I wasn't expecting how incredible it would make me feel. I didn't know how much it would only make me want more.
He pulled me to my feet, I so wanted to experience more. I felt like I was his, I wanted to be his. I wanted all of him and I wanted him to have all of me. I slipped off his shirt, no more hiding, no more pretending. I ran my hands over his body. I desperately wanted his lips on mine, I kissed him softly, then deeply. All those years of wanting to be with another man, all that desire and fantasy, all the build up and anticipation. Still, the real thing was just so much more amazing. My cock felt impossibly hard and sensitive. My tip covered in my sticky pre cum.
Holding him close as we kissed, my hands felt his ass. I found myself moaning, groaning, lost in the lust and passion. We moved to his bed where he had me lay down. "Oh, yes," escaped my lips as he got on top of me. I had dreamed of this! His balls, hanging cock and asshole there for my eager mouth as he hovered above me. I could feel more pre cum oozing out of me. I felt like I was in one long, slow, intense orgasm. Gosh, the sight of him! The experience, the pleasure of it all. My senses were overwhelmed. I loved that he did this for me. Like he knew how badly I had dreamed of this. Licking at and lapping at his delicious hole, I moaned and tongue fucked him. His hole, so wonderfully wet and slick with saliva, slid right down onto me. I was inside him, I was fucking him.
His gorgeous dick, semi hard and sexy, moved against my belly as he moved back and forth on me. My hands explored him, his ass, his hips, his cock. I was too worked up, too turned on, I was out of control. I could feel my orgasm shoot out and fill him as I gripped his thighs, begging him not to move. My cock felt like one big, raw, sensitive nerve. He took his sexy dick in his hand and stroked himself as I watched. My cock still twitching inside him, I felt his hole spasm and tighten down as he moaned and shook and came again! It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen! His beautiful cum landed on my chest. It was just perfect!
With a smile, he asked again if I thought I was gay. I couldn't help but smile also. Playfully, I told him to just shut up and kiss me.
What I knew immediately was that I loved gay sex. What I didn't know, what I couldn't know, was how much I loved it. Better, more powerful than all my fantasies, it was all I could think about now. Craving, needing cock, the deisre to lick, suck and pleasure it. To make it cum, oh, how much I immediatley loved cum. It made my body, my mind tingle. I was immediately addicted to all of it.
Meeting new guys became everything. The thrill of a first kiss, the thrill of seeing his cock for the first time. My urges became so overwhelming. Only other men know the overpowering urges. There is a connection between men. The more you experience the more you want, the more you need. My second guy was only weeks after my first. It was only going to be a quick meet and greet, but I ended up going down on him in his car. Fuck, it was thrilling! Pressing my lips to his dick, so full of urgency and lust. I made him cum and swallowed all of it!
It is a transforming experience for an older man to eat cum for the first time. Men of a certain age, being brought up in a world that simply would not accept such actions and lusts, were made to feel that they must resist such things. Being homophobic was the order of the day in most households. To have such cravings meant you were not a real man back then. Any and all such thoughts and feelings must never be spoken of.
I had always had a fantasy about sucking cock. As I got older and the longer I denied my urges, the more they began to expand. Sometimes, I dreamed of getting a facial and would search out videos of my fantasy. Girls and then guys, taking cumshots on their faces. Sometimes with willing, open mouths. Thinking about it, watching it made my cock stir. Usually, I imagined being on my knees, watching as a guy stroked himself before me. Then, pointing himself and ejaculating, splashing me with his jizz on my face and chest. The one that could send me over the edge the quickest was imagining laying down with a guy above me. Sucking his balls, licking his shaft as he stroked himself. He'd pull back and explode on my face and open mouth. I would always suck him afterward. In my fantasy I would drain every last drop. It was these fantasies and more that I so wanted to and would explore.
So much older now, after some first early experiences. So many years of thinking about it, having fantasises about it, but never doing it. Now, that all would change. We had talked about it and now it was happening. I could no longer resist the cravings, the hunger of it all. I thought I would be so nervous, but I wasn't. Maybe it was because I had thought about it so much and wanted it for so long. Moving to my knees in front of him felt amazing. No nerves, no second thoughts, just desire. Unbuttoning his shirt, then his pants, my urges and cravings only grew stronger. His bare, hanging cock just inches away, my breath escaped me. Even sexier than I imagined, desire even stronger than I thought possible. Touching my lips to it, kissing it, made my body tingle and my head become dizzy. I felt a longing, satisfied, sigh well up inside me, as if now being so complete. Opening my mouth, taking his flaccid dick between my lips and feeling it swell. Just the most incredible, unimaginable pleasure. I wanted to pleasure his cock, I wanted to make him cum. I deeply wanted to feel him cum. It was other worldly, as if nothing else mattered.
Previously, he had asked me if I was gay. I didn't feel attracted to men, just strangely drawn to cock. I had to tell him that I was just, "Curious." Now, if he were to ask me, if being attracted to cock meant being gay, I would of proclaimed it out loud. How could it be so deeply changing and desirable?
I kissed and sucked his smooth, shaved balls. His sighs and moans only spurred me on more. I was so completely lost in the moment, so enamoured with the whole experience. The whole lust and love of the experience. His magnifienct cock was erect now and banged against the back of my throat as I took him in and out and slid my lips over him, back and forth. I felt as if I could cum, so strong and intense the pleasure cock was making me feel. I reached down and felt my own cock though my pants, it felt impossible sensitive and slick with pre cum. I pushed his dick harder against the back of my throat. Opening up, desperate for more, I took him down my throat. It was euphoric. Somehow, I felt complete.
Feeling his cock swell, so tense and erect. Feeling him in my mouth, so direct, so connected. His body transmitting it's every sensation, pulsing, throbbing, muscles reacting. My mouth on him directly linking me to his plessure and his orgasm. I could feel it building. The thrill of it! I couldn't wait to feel it, to taste it. His moans, his shaking, Yes, please, yes, I thought, please cum! Oh, then the rush as his body became ridged, his muscles flexing, then releasing. The warm, thick fluid filled my mouth. I moaned for it, I felt so slutty. I just wanted it so badly and it was wonderful.
I was feeling like I was addicted to cum. Even more than that, I felt like I was addicted to the act of making cock cum. Impossible to explain, yet so incredibly powerful. I guess I was also becoming addicted to the act of "making love" to men. Straight acting, masculine feeling, but alone, behind closed doors, I craved being intimate with men. Having a nude man in my bed, kissing him, touching him, making him erect and watching it bounce and throb as I did anything and everything to please him. How had it all escalated so quickly? Those feelings were always there, those desires and urges, but they had grown. Although, they were not always the same.
When I was young, I will admit now that I had seen pictures of soft and hard cock in adult magazines and found them alluring. They were sexy and arousing. However, the idea of acting on those thoughts, of ever doing anyhing, was completely out of the question. Never, I thought, never would I actually want to have sex with another guy. That seemed impossible to me at the time. To want to "be" with a guy? That was never really going to happen. That would be something I would never really actually want. Right?
Years went by and of course, those urges grew. Still, I was not and thought I would never be attracted to guys, but cock was still such a turn on. Secretly, privately, seeing girls sucking cock in magazines made me wish I could too. It looked so amazing, so sexy. I had a deeply hidden fantasy to feel it and experience what those girls were. Putting my lips to cock, sucking it. I learned of "gloryholes." I was both turned off and turned on by the idea of finding one. At my weakest, most desperate, I loved the idea of anonymously sucking dick, of giving into my dirtiest desires. No man there in front of me, just a wall with a hole. Just a gorgeous, lusty cock. No contact, just cock needing to be serviced. It sounded amazing, but still, there was no way I would, or could. There was just no way.
Honestly, I wasn't looking for it. A few years later, an older friend would give me beer and in an altered state, make a move on me. His hand on my leg, it sent tingles through my whole body. I didn't pull away. It just felt amazing and was so full of electricity. It was so different from a girl's touch. Maybe it was the beer, maybe nerves, maybe fear, but my cock was only semi erect even though he was rubbing it through my pants. I felt so intoxicated, again was it the beer or something else? He took my hand and I didn't resist. He put it on his dick, already hard and throbbing. Even through his pants, his cock felt incredible and I immediately became as hard as stone. My cock knew my deepest desires before my brain did. Well before I was ever ready to admit it.
My head was spinning when he leaned over and took my cock between his lips. It was a blur, but I came so hard and he swallowed all of it. Everything had been in my head before that. Everything a dream, a fantasy, I wasn't 100% sure that guy's really did this with other guy's. Yet, he had, we had, and it was beyond incredible. He obviously loved it, too. He loved both the act and my semen. What did he know that I didn't? It made me wonder. Was that why I seemed to be so curious and seemed to crave it all so much? Why did touching his cock, even through his pants, turn me on so much? Why ever since then, have I wanted more, more of everything. I still could not admit it, but it was the probably the beginning of me seeing other guys for more than just a secret, late night cock fantasy.
It was so exciting to think about. It was all a fantasy, but nothing turned me on more. My fantasies were now expanding and my secret, late night, thoughts became more kinky. Almost completely dominated by desires only satisfied my men. I dreamed of it all. Sucking, fucking, getting fucked, different positions. I dreamed of sucking cock on my knees, on my back, licking a guy's balls, his asshole. Although I could not imagine actually doing it, kissing and making out now crept into those fantasises, as well. Who would it be with, these desires? Someone my age, someone older? Still though, I resisted them, and tried to limit them. It would be years until my desires, and the freedom of driving, were just too powerful to deny.
I so wanted to feel an guy's touch again, his mouth. I wanted so much more, but I still just wasn't there yet. Nerves, fears, stereotypes, I just wasn't ready to give into my urges, yet. I was beginning to understand however, that nothing turned me on more. I had girlfriends, but I knew deep down, that it was cock, it was men that were the most arousing. I was laying on the floor with a leg cramp. Maybe I was hoping to feel his touch, I don't know. Maybe I was subconsciouly trying to seduce him. I couldn't look at him, but I was also staring at him. I was always so horny and pent up. When he touched my leg, I enhaled sharply. I immediaetly got a hard on. I was embarrashed, but in a way, I liked that he might see me so excited. Oh, his touch, it sent jolts through me. As his hand moved up my calf and rested on my thigh, I leaned back and felt his eyes on my crotch. I felt intoxicated. Why did I only get that wonderful, euphoric feeling with another guy? I layed all the way back, as if offering myself to him, and felt my erection pulse and throb in my shorts. Slowly, gently, he moved his hand further up my thigh. My skin flet electric, every nerve on end. Please touch me! Please kiss me! Please shove your cock in me! My thoughts raced. My breathing quickened in anticipation. As his finger tips got closer to my balls and cock, I held my breath, I stopped breathing. It was the moment. It had to happen, I was willing it to happen. His hand slipped under my shorts. I remember gasping when he finally touched my cock. I felt like a mass of quivering young flesh. I trembled, my cock felt so sensitive. It was his touch, I know it now. No girl or woman made me feel that way.
He stroked me, under my shorts. My mind raced and spun at the pleasure I experienced. With his hand wrapped around my cock and his hand rubbing my chest. He quickly brought me to that incredible edge. My chest heaved, my muscles tightened, I moaned out as he made me release. What an unbelievable feeling, completely spent, completely satisfied. I coated his fingers with my cum.
Later, it was my thoughts and desires that were so very telling. Removed from the urgency and the need of the moment, I imagined, I wished for even more. I wished for his lips on me. I wished for mine on his. I imagined being nude together, but how could I? How could I want someth8ng like that so badly? Surely, these thoughts and desires would pass. Surely, I thought, I wouldn't act on them.
Eventually, I told myself I would allow the fantasy. I couldn't deny the pleasure, the urges, and how much it turned me on. But, I would not act on them. Years and years later, nothing had changed, it was still all I could think about. All that time denying my urges only made them stronger. I would touch myself and imagine it was a man. I would watch porn and imagine it was me sucking that beautiful, sexy cock. When I finally gave in, it was a tidal wave to lust and passion.
Moving to my knees in front of him that first time, after all those years. The rush of desire, lust and emotions. Unbuttoning his shirt, then his pants. I could not, I would not pretend any longer. Tasting his cum that first time, making his hard cock spurt and release it's warm, sticky load. I wasn't expecting how incredible it would make me feel. I didn't know how much it would only make me want more.
He pulled me to my feet, I so wanted to experience more. I felt like I was his, I wanted to be his. I wanted all of him and I wanted him to have all of me. I slipped off his shirt, no more hiding, no more pretending. I ran my hands over his body. I desperately wanted his lips on mine, I kissed him softly, then deeply. All those years of wanting to be with another man, all that desire and fantasy, all the build up and anticipation. Still, the real thing was just so much more amazing. My cock felt impossibly hard and sensitive. My tip covered in my sticky pre cum.
Holding him close as we kissed, my hands felt his ass. I found myself moaning, groaning, lost in the lust and passion. We moved to his bed where he had me lay down. "Oh, yes," escaped my lips as he got on top of me. I had dreamed of this! His balls, hanging cock and asshole there for my eager mouth as he hovered above me. I could feel more pre cum oozing out of me. I felt like I was in one long, slow, intense orgasm. Gosh, the sight of him! The experience, the pleasure of it all. My senses were overwhelmed. I loved that he did this for me. Like he knew how badly I had dreamed of this. Licking at and lapping at his delicious hole, I moaned and tongue fucked him. His hole, so wonderfully wet and slick with saliva, slid right down onto me. I was inside him, I was fucking him.
His gorgeous dick, semi hard and sexy, moved against my belly as he moved back and forth on me. My hands explored him, his ass, his hips, his cock. I was too worked up, too turned on, I was out of control. I could feel my orgasm shoot out and fill him as I gripped his thighs, begging him not to move. My cock felt like one big, raw, sensitive nerve. He took his sexy dick in his hand and stroked himself as I watched. My cock still twitching inside him, I felt his hole spasm and tighten down as he moaned and shook and came again! It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen! His beautiful cum landed on my chest. It was just perfect!
With a smile, he asked again if I thought I was gay. I couldn't help but smile also. Playfully, I told him to just shut up and kiss me.
What I knew immediately was that I loved gay sex. What I didn't know, what I couldn't know, was how much I loved it. Better, more powerful than all my fantasies, it was all I could think about now. Craving, needing cock, the deisre to lick, suck and pleasure it. To make it cum, oh, how much I immediatley loved cum. It made my body, my mind tingle. I was immediately addicted to all of it.
Meeting new guys became everything. The thrill of a first kiss, the thrill of seeing his cock for the first time. My urges became so overwhelming. Only other men know the overpowering urges. There is a connection between men. The more you experience the more you want, the more you need. My second guy was only weeks after my first. It was only going to be a quick meet and greet, but I ended up going down on him in his car. Fuck, it was thrilling! Pressing my lips to his dick, so full of urgency and lust. I made him cum and swallowed all of it!
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