I wanted it so bad.

I remember the feelings, the lust, the yearning. My young cock would get so hard, just at the thought of it. Pulsing and throbbing, straining inside of my jeans. The thought of seeing, touching, licking and sucking a cock, it drove me crazy. Who knows why I had such desires, I didn't. They were just there, always on my mind. I was attracted to girls, but it was the thought of cock that made my knees weak.

Somehow, I found myself alone with the friend of a friend. We were sitting on the edge of his bed, maybe he had sensed my curiousity or maybe he was the curious one. Gosh, I was so nervous. I so just wanted to just slide down to my knees, between his legs, and take his cock out. I so wanted to feel it on my lips and deep in my mouth. Gosh, what if he came!?! What if he put his hand on the back of my head and shot his load, making me taste it, making me take it.

I don't even know if words were spoken, or how long were had been sitting there. My mind was so lost in my young fantasies. If he were to only take it out! I would suck him like a prostitute.

Then it happened. As if at the same time, I don't know who made the first move, his hand was guiding me, or I had begun to lean down on him. My face just inches from his crotch, we both fumbled with his fly, unbuttoned them and pulled them down. I remember the heat! He was already hard and the warmth of his engorged, pulsing cock felt intense. His scent intoxicating. I was already cock drunk before I had even touched him. I knew were I wanted to be, where to best service him. I moved to my knees before him.

There was no room, there was no sound, no other thought. There was just dick. Just hard, veiny, throbbing dick. The sight took my breath away. I had little idea of how to suck dick, only that I desparately wanted to and immediately felt in love the instant my lips first touched it, kissed it. The power it had over me, how lusty, how badly I wanted it, craved it. I so just wanted to pleasure it. First I licked it, tasted it and felt the contours of it. My desire for it overwhemling, I licked around his cock's head and stroked his shaft as I wrapped my lips around it. I remember feeling desparate, afraid that this moment might end, afraid he might pull his cock away from me. Afraid I would not get his to taste it's cum. I sucked him hard, almost wildly, for sure desparately. I cupped his balls with my hand and caressed and stroked them with my fingers. I would of licked and sucked on them, too, but there was no way I was going to take my mouth off of that wonderful cock.

I remember being so excited when I felt him tense and heard his breathing quicken. "Was I really going to let him cum in my mouth? Was I really that gay?" I asked myself, but I already knew the answer. I was nothing I wanted more. The first shot surprised me, he gave no warning. The force of it, the volume of it. The oddly wonderful taste of it. He came so much it was spilling out the corners of my mouth and I was struck by the desire to see him cum. To see him spurt, to see ropes of hot, white cum. As soon as I took my lips from him, I felt a warm, thick shot on my face, then another. He had given me a facial, although I didn't even know that it was called that. I felt marked, I felt dirty and sexy. I felt as though I loved it. There was emotion, there was lust, I was so consumed and lost.

When I left, I felt as though everyone knew what I had done. I felt as if those hot ropes of cum were still dripping from my chin. I remember thinking that I sort of wished they did. I remember wishing that they all would let me suck their dicks.

So many years later, again I sat on the edge of a young man's bed. Again, so nervous and again wanting it so very badly. He had told me how my simple, innocent touch had sent tingles and jolts through him, how he felt drawn to me. I put my hand on his thigh and he breathed in sharply. I guided him back onto his bed. He laid there motionless, just the sounds of his heavy breathing filled the air. I could see his cock was already hard. Fuck, it was thrilling! I traced the outline of him through his pants and he sighed, I think we both did, we both needed and wanted this so bad. Fuck, his cock looked so good! Fuck, his cock felt and tasted so good! But, I stopped myself and stood.

I pulled him up and looked down to watch as he undid my pants and freed my stiff dick. He licked it passionately and took it in his mouth and sucked it, eagerly, lovingly. Like I had done so many years before.