The urges can be so strong.
I was at my most desparate. A state I am sure many others have experienced, too. A sexual lust that would not stop. An urge that could not be contained and it drives someone to do things they usually would not do. A desire so strong that makes someone do things and go places they usually wouldn't, leaving them sometimes feeling shameful afterwards. Yet, all too soon those cravings always return.
Long, horny nights spent thinking about and craving it. Laying nude on my bed. My hands running over my body. A life spent playing sports, training and working out had given me a lean, muscular frame and I imagined the hands of another man on me. Teasing, pulling on my nipples, wishing a man was straddling me. Wishing I had a cock just inches above me. His musky, sexy scent, I imagined licking and sucking his balls. Big, hanging cock brushing against my face as I pleasure his balls. Then, moaning as I take his cock's head between my eager lips. Sucking him and then taking his load, milking and swallowing his cum. The more I denied my urges, the stronger they seemed to get.
Outside an adult bookstore, I looked and waited. Knowing that men with needs would be there, I waited. I craved cock. It had been so long since those amazing encounters of my youth. I wanted it, I needed it, I had an insatiable urge to pleasure a man and taste his cum. Dirty, filthy, kinky urges, so strong, they had lead me there, looking for a cock to milk and pleasure.
I saw a guy walking towards the entrance. More forward than I had ever been before, I made sure he saw me and motioned for him to come over. My pulse quickened and my desire pushed past my nerves, as he came closer. I don't remember my exact words, but it was something like asking if I could take care of him. It is amazing how strong my urges could be. I lead him to my truck, it had a huge back seat. A seat perfect for a man to lean back and get serviced. I got in first, already so turned on and ready. He got in and shut the door behind him. Already, our heavy breathing began to fog the windows, lending a sense of privacy. I knealed on the floor board and began to eagerly pull on his pants as he undid his belt and fly, revealing a goregous, thick, hanging dick. The sight filled me with an overwhelming lust. As much as I was attracted to women, nothing excited me more and nothing made me harder than cock. Filled with such desire, such lust, I immediately pushed my face against his manhood and planted horny, maybe even loving, kisses on his shaft. Pushing his dick to the side with my face, I lapped at his hanging, musky balls. My pleasure surely equaled his.
He was leaning back, he opened his legs and to my surprise, he brought his knees up. I knew what he wanted, I was too turned on, I was past any point of resistance. I just gave into it. Pushing my face lower, deeper. Pushing my tongue through the hair, I tasted his asshole. Musky, sweet, salty, almost intoxicating, I licked his asshole. It made me moan. Eagerly, hungerly, I ate his asshole and felt his balls on my face and the dark folds of skin around his opening on my tongue. "Fuck yeah, lick my ass!" He let out kinky moans and sounds, driving me on, building into a frenzy. His words, his moans, they made me so much horny. I had to have cock. Thick, sexy, amazing cock.
He was even thicker now, that sexy time between soft and hard and I filled my mouth with him. Satisfying and thrilling, I felt him grow and stiffen. "Oh, yeah!" Fuck, you suck cock good!" His words made me feel slutty, dirty. I was surprised how much I enjoyed them. How much I enjoyed being used. ""Fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum!" Such a turn on, it made me crave his seed even more. My lips wrapped around his cock's head, I felt that incredible rush of warm cum. "Take that cum!" What a kinky turn on his words were.
It had all started so many years earlier. Not even old enough to get erections, yet already curious.A neighbor boy and I began sucking each other. It felt good, of course, but I quickly learned that I liked giving as much or more than getting. I don't know why, only that I did. Feeling his penis on my lips, in my mouth, it was thrilling. A few years later, I would get another chance. It was always on my mind. A friend and I had got some beer. After drinking them, I found my urges were simply overwhelming. Back then, giving into them just was not as accepted as it is now. Maybe we both used the beer as an excuse, but I was soon on my knees. I can still remember his short, fat shafted dick. The way it felt, the way it looked. I sucked him until he came. I didn't even think, I didn't even hesitate, I took his cum and swallowed it. It seemed natural and incredible. I felt euphoric. It was amazing and better than I had imagined all those lonely, horny nights before.
In high school, I met a guy in his thirties who advertised himself as a masseur. I quickly discovered the joys of being nude with a man. The sensations, the pleasures, the thrills of being and acting so openly and overtly gay. Laying on his massage table, feeling his hands on my me, rubbing, touching. I could simply melt. So many nerves heightened and on end. Nothing hadever been so sexual, so exciting. Totally nude, as was he. Knowing his cock was so close, just inches away. Wanting it so much. Looking up, he fed it to me. Soft and sexy at first, I got to feel him get hard between my lips as I sucked him. Growing, getting so hard, I felt it hitting the back of my throat, almost gagging me. It felt incredible! A little only made me want more. More of everything. My hands, curious and driven, found his ass and cupped and caressed it, lulling him and his cock closer, deeper. His moans told me he liked it, encouraging more from me. I ran my fingers along his crack and rubbed his hairy asshole. So sexy, his legs shook as he pulled his cock away and stroked himself. By instinct, I licked his tip and waited for his load. When he came and shot streams of warm, thick semen on my face and in my mouth, it took my breath away. It was such a turn on. I still get hard when I think about it, all these years later. This was only the start, however.
His hairy body would soon be pressed against me. It would be my first gay kiss. How hard I would get! Cocks touching, pressed between us, I'd kiss him. We would make out, acting very much like the teenager I was. I had been with girls, but it was nothing like this! Never this thrilling. Holding his ass, our tongues touching. Totally nude, totally open in our lusts and giving into them.
He would be my first fuck. Even before I had intercourse with a girl, I came inside him. No condom, just my bare, hard cock deep inside his tight, hairy ass. The forbidden thrill of it! Here, in his apartment, I was free to explore. Gripping at his waist, squeezing my fingers into his sides. Hearing his groans, hearing his words, telling my how good my cock felt. I didn't know guy's could say such things. Telling me to fill him with my cum. He came as I fucked him that first time. I loved the shear and open pleasure of it all. I came so hard, shaking as I exploded inside him.
He was the first guy that I told that I wanted him to cum in my mouth. The first I asked to cum in my mouth. It felt incredible and kinky to say it our loud. The anticipation, knowing I would see him later that day. Knowing what that meant. Behind his closed door, kissing him, our tongues touching, Telling him that I wanted his cock. Feeling it though his pants with my hands as we kissed. Giving into all my young, horny urges. Mouthing and licking his balls, being on my knees for him. "Oh, I want your cum!" What a thrill to say. His cock in my mouth, he asked if I was going to fuck him afterwards. So horny, so kinky and forward! I told him that I was going to fuck him hard! He would get so turned on, the feelings that only two men together can know. He was a "Bottom" before I had even heard the term. Knowing he was going to get fucked turned him on so much that he would quickly cum, letting me be the cum starved slut that I so needed and wanted to be, too. Tasting cum, swallowing it and having it overwhelm my senses. The wonderful, magical, cum drunk intoxication. Those experiences would pave the way and lead to others.
The manager of my first job. Heavy set, not what most would call handsome, yet he used his power and seemed to get with some of the younger girls that worked there, also. Maybe for better or more shifts, I'm not sure. I was curious though, that and a young, sometimes insatiable desire had me wanting to know and experience more. The boldness of youth maybe, the power of my youth maybe. One night, after closing, after some small talk and what I would call flirting, I found myself on my knees, between his legs.
Maybe he liked the power, maybe he just liked getting his dick sucked. We quickly develoled a code. I'd ask if I could, "Close" or he might ask me if I could, "Close." It meant being the last one there, but we knew it meant so much more. It meant sucking his cock. There was something so dirty and desirable about it all. He had such a thick, manly cock! It drew me like a moth to a flame. It made me feel almost helpless in my lust. Such a strange and wonderful sensation. His hand on top of my head, pushing down. It made my cock leak and twitch. Pushing my face i to his huge, hairy balls. I'd lap at them, eagerly, helplessly. Making that big dick cum was a passion. I wondered if the girls did this for him. Where they as eager? Where they as dirty? Did they let him cum in their mouths? Did they swallow? Did they love it like I did?
His cock pinned between his belly and my eager mouth, it started to spurt out and ooze it's sticky, warm load. Running down the underside of his cock's head, it coated my lips and tongue as I licked it up and continued to mouth him. Sticky in his belly hair the strong scent filled my senses, the strong taste coated my tongue. As soon as I was alone, I'd stroke myself thinking about it and experience the most intense orgasms.
Years later, I had exchanged phone numbers with the guy I met outside that adult bookstore. Inviting him over, both so horny, both desparate for the pleasures of gay sex. The pleasures of another man. Running my hands over his body, undressing him, I was reminded of my youth. Standing close, I brought my lips to his. His sigh told me he wanted this, too. I could feel my cock quickly become so hard. "Fuck, I want you." Slightly breathless, kissing, running our hands over each other. Pinching his nipples, he rubs mine, somehow it makes me crave his cock even more. Deep kisses and our cocks rub against one another. I can't wait to press my face between his ass cheeks. His sighs, his breathing and moans as I lick him. My cock is so hard and he dives his mouth onto me. I hold his head, I fuck his mouth. Make me cum, baby! His eager, slutty mouth sucks my balls before returning to my throbbing member. Yes, yes, I can feel it building. I love it, I tell him I love it. "Fuck, yes, yes!" There is nothing better than a warm, horny, man's mouth. I can feel my legs start to tremble, then that amazing release. Grunts and moans and loud swallowing sounds. I collapse onto him and kiss him deeply, so horny, I taste my own cum.
I stroke him, lick, suck and lavish his balls and cock with my mouth and tongue. Kissing his cock, I tell him, "Give me your cum." Somehow, he knows. He knows my need and desire to relive my youth. I want him to cum on me and somehow he knows it. He shots his hot load all over my face and in my mouth.
I smell him and taste him for the rest of the night.
Long, horny nights spent thinking about and craving it. Laying nude on my bed. My hands running over my body. A life spent playing sports, training and working out had given me a lean, muscular frame and I imagined the hands of another man on me. Teasing, pulling on my nipples, wishing a man was straddling me. Wishing I had a cock just inches above me. His musky, sexy scent, I imagined licking and sucking his balls. Big, hanging cock brushing against my face as I pleasure his balls. Then, moaning as I take his cock's head between my eager lips. Sucking him and then taking his load, milking and swallowing his cum. The more I denied my urges, the stronger they seemed to get.
Outside an adult bookstore, I looked and waited. Knowing that men with needs would be there, I waited. I craved cock. It had been so long since those amazing encounters of my youth. I wanted it, I needed it, I had an insatiable urge to pleasure a man and taste his cum. Dirty, filthy, kinky urges, so strong, they had lead me there, looking for a cock to milk and pleasure.
I saw a guy walking towards the entrance. More forward than I had ever been before, I made sure he saw me and motioned for him to come over. My pulse quickened and my desire pushed past my nerves, as he came closer. I don't remember my exact words, but it was something like asking if I could take care of him. It is amazing how strong my urges could be. I lead him to my truck, it had a huge back seat. A seat perfect for a man to lean back and get serviced. I got in first, already so turned on and ready. He got in and shut the door behind him. Already, our heavy breathing began to fog the windows, lending a sense of privacy. I knealed on the floor board and began to eagerly pull on his pants as he undid his belt and fly, revealing a goregous, thick, hanging dick. The sight filled me with an overwhelming lust. As much as I was attracted to women, nothing excited me more and nothing made me harder than cock. Filled with such desire, such lust, I immediately pushed my face against his manhood and planted horny, maybe even loving, kisses on his shaft. Pushing his dick to the side with my face, I lapped at his hanging, musky balls. My pleasure surely equaled his.
He was leaning back, he opened his legs and to my surprise, he brought his knees up. I knew what he wanted, I was too turned on, I was past any point of resistance. I just gave into it. Pushing my face lower, deeper. Pushing my tongue through the hair, I tasted his asshole. Musky, sweet, salty, almost intoxicating, I licked his asshole. It made me moan. Eagerly, hungerly, I ate his asshole and felt his balls on my face and the dark folds of skin around his opening on my tongue. "Fuck yeah, lick my ass!" He let out kinky moans and sounds, driving me on, building into a frenzy. His words, his moans, they made me so much horny. I had to have cock. Thick, sexy, amazing cock.
He was even thicker now, that sexy time between soft and hard and I filled my mouth with him. Satisfying and thrilling, I felt him grow and stiffen. "Oh, yeah!" Fuck, you suck cock good!" His words made me feel slutty, dirty. I was surprised how much I enjoyed them. How much I enjoyed being used. ""Fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum!" Such a turn on, it made me crave his seed even more. My lips wrapped around his cock's head, I felt that incredible rush of warm cum. "Take that cum!" What a kinky turn on his words were.
It had all started so many years earlier. Not even old enough to get erections, yet already curious.A neighbor boy and I began sucking each other. It felt good, of course, but I quickly learned that I liked giving as much or more than getting. I don't know why, only that I did. Feeling his penis on my lips, in my mouth, it was thrilling. A few years later, I would get another chance. It was always on my mind. A friend and I had got some beer. After drinking them, I found my urges were simply overwhelming. Back then, giving into them just was not as accepted as it is now. Maybe we both used the beer as an excuse, but I was soon on my knees. I can still remember his short, fat shafted dick. The way it felt, the way it looked. I sucked him until he came. I didn't even think, I didn't even hesitate, I took his cum and swallowed it. It seemed natural and incredible. I felt euphoric. It was amazing and better than I had imagined all those lonely, horny nights before.
In high school, I met a guy in his thirties who advertised himself as a masseur. I quickly discovered the joys of being nude with a man. The sensations, the pleasures, the thrills of being and acting so openly and overtly gay. Laying on his massage table, feeling his hands on my me, rubbing, touching. I could simply melt. So many nerves heightened and on end. Nothing hadever been so sexual, so exciting. Totally nude, as was he. Knowing his cock was so close, just inches away. Wanting it so much. Looking up, he fed it to me. Soft and sexy at first, I got to feel him get hard between my lips as I sucked him. Growing, getting so hard, I felt it hitting the back of my throat, almost gagging me. It felt incredible! A little only made me want more. More of everything. My hands, curious and driven, found his ass and cupped and caressed it, lulling him and his cock closer, deeper. His moans told me he liked it, encouraging more from me. I ran my fingers along his crack and rubbed his hairy asshole. So sexy, his legs shook as he pulled his cock away and stroked himself. By instinct, I licked his tip and waited for his load. When he came and shot streams of warm, thick semen on my face and in my mouth, it took my breath away. It was such a turn on. I still get hard when I think about it, all these years later. This was only the start, however.
His hairy body would soon be pressed against me. It would be my first gay kiss. How hard I would get! Cocks touching, pressed between us, I'd kiss him. We would make out, acting very much like the teenager I was. I had been with girls, but it was nothing like this! Never this thrilling. Holding his ass, our tongues touching. Totally nude, totally open in our lusts and giving into them.
He would be my first fuck. Even before I had intercourse with a girl, I came inside him. No condom, just my bare, hard cock deep inside his tight, hairy ass. The forbidden thrill of it! Here, in his apartment, I was free to explore. Gripping at his waist, squeezing my fingers into his sides. Hearing his groans, hearing his words, telling my how good my cock felt. I didn't know guy's could say such things. Telling me to fill him with my cum. He came as I fucked him that first time. I loved the shear and open pleasure of it all. I came so hard, shaking as I exploded inside him.
He was the first guy that I told that I wanted him to cum in my mouth. The first I asked to cum in my mouth. It felt incredible and kinky to say it our loud. The anticipation, knowing I would see him later that day. Knowing what that meant. Behind his closed door, kissing him, our tongues touching, Telling him that I wanted his cock. Feeling it though his pants with my hands as we kissed. Giving into all my young, horny urges. Mouthing and licking his balls, being on my knees for him. "Oh, I want your cum!" What a thrill to say. His cock in my mouth, he asked if I was going to fuck him afterwards. So horny, so kinky and forward! I told him that I was going to fuck him hard! He would get so turned on, the feelings that only two men together can know. He was a "Bottom" before I had even heard the term. Knowing he was going to get fucked turned him on so much that he would quickly cum, letting me be the cum starved slut that I so needed and wanted to be, too. Tasting cum, swallowing it and having it overwhelm my senses. The wonderful, magical, cum drunk intoxication. Those experiences would pave the way and lead to others.
The manager of my first job. Heavy set, not what most would call handsome, yet he used his power and seemed to get with some of the younger girls that worked there, also. Maybe for better or more shifts, I'm not sure. I was curious though, that and a young, sometimes insatiable desire had me wanting to know and experience more. The boldness of youth maybe, the power of my youth maybe. One night, after closing, after some small talk and what I would call flirting, I found myself on my knees, between his legs.
Maybe he liked the power, maybe he just liked getting his dick sucked. We quickly develoled a code. I'd ask if I could, "Close" or he might ask me if I could, "Close." It meant being the last one there, but we knew it meant so much more. It meant sucking his cock. There was something so dirty and desirable about it all. He had such a thick, manly cock! It drew me like a moth to a flame. It made me feel almost helpless in my lust. Such a strange and wonderful sensation. His hand on top of my head, pushing down. It made my cock leak and twitch. Pushing my face i to his huge, hairy balls. I'd lap at them, eagerly, helplessly. Making that big dick cum was a passion. I wondered if the girls did this for him. Where they as eager? Where they as dirty? Did they let him cum in their mouths? Did they swallow? Did they love it like I did?
His cock pinned between his belly and my eager mouth, it started to spurt out and ooze it's sticky, warm load. Running down the underside of his cock's head, it coated my lips and tongue as I licked it up and continued to mouth him. Sticky in his belly hair the strong scent filled my senses, the strong taste coated my tongue. As soon as I was alone, I'd stroke myself thinking about it and experience the most intense orgasms.
Years later, I had exchanged phone numbers with the guy I met outside that adult bookstore. Inviting him over, both so horny, both desparate for the pleasures of gay sex. The pleasures of another man. Running my hands over his body, undressing him, I was reminded of my youth. Standing close, I brought my lips to his. His sigh told me he wanted this, too. I could feel my cock quickly become so hard. "Fuck, I want you." Slightly breathless, kissing, running our hands over each other. Pinching his nipples, he rubs mine, somehow it makes me crave his cock even more. Deep kisses and our cocks rub against one another. I can't wait to press my face between his ass cheeks. His sighs, his breathing and moans as I lick him. My cock is so hard and he dives his mouth onto me. I hold his head, I fuck his mouth. Make me cum, baby! His eager, slutty mouth sucks my balls before returning to my throbbing member. Yes, yes, I can feel it building. I love it, I tell him I love it. "Fuck, yes, yes!" There is nothing better than a warm, horny, man's mouth. I can feel my legs start to tremble, then that amazing release. Grunts and moans and loud swallowing sounds. I collapse onto him and kiss him deeply, so horny, I taste my own cum.
I stroke him, lick, suck and lavish his balls and cock with my mouth and tongue. Kissing his cock, I tell him, "Give me your cum." Somehow, he knows. He knows my need and desire to relive my youth. I want him to cum on me and somehow he knows it. He shots his hot load all over my face and in my mouth.
I smell him and taste him for the rest of the night.
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