Oral fixations

Cock drunk, cock crazy.
I kind of developed an oral fetish early on, it’s an obvious go-to for Trans women, or it was for me. Getting fucked takes a bit of prep but if your man is raring to go and you don’t have much time, this is it.
He wasn’t my first, but he’s the one I think about now, all these years later, mostly because it was so sweet for so long.
I’d known him for years, we were friends long before it happened the first time. We didn’t go to school together or anything, but we might as well have. We always clicked and had fun partying, so that was not new.
What was new, that summer night, was we ended up by ourselves at his place. We’d been drinking all night and talking about sex a lot, so I guess you could say our minds were primed.
We were sitting on the couch, just talking when I just suddenly leaned in and kissed him.
He kissed me back with no hesitation, and with some very serious ardour.
We necked for a bit, and my hands were all over him, especially that hard bulge in his tight jeans.
After a bit I knelt in front of him and wrangled that rascal out of its tight prison.
I remember how glorious it felt, it always does when you really like someone anyway- and how he smelled, the noises he made… deep, groaning and gasping, and moans to god above.
I don’t think it took very long, I had been caressing his beautiful balls and cupping his ass with both hands, pulling him toward me.
When he erupted, I swallowed it all, and it was so good, so warm. He had some left in the shaft which I pulled up towards the tip, and smeared it all over my face, my lips, my nose.
When the scent got up my nose it felt like my brain moved. Something up there lit up and reacted strongly.
We both passed out after that, and a couple weeks later, he surprised me at my door with a bottle of Champagne. (Two, actually)
It didn’t take me long to get really attached to him, I mean, I already liked him a lot, but this was developing into a deeply abiding love/lust. He treated me really well, and we hung out a lot and went to underground bars and shows.
We were together in a kind of underground way for about a year, and it’s burned into my memory.
I loved everything about him, his laugh, his sense of humour, his kindness.
When I got him naked I loved his cock, that beautiful curved organ, and his gorgeous balls.
Always so full of cum, always hot and ready to go.
I’d lick his balls and think about what was inside them- I wanted that load out of there and in my mouth, on my face, dripping onto my tits.
I had to be careful what I said- if I told him to cum, he would, instantly.
I couldn’t help myself, I’d tell him to give it to me, and he’d start spasming, bucking into my face, his deep voice filling my apartment with ecstatic moans.
But the feel of it would literally make my eyes roll back in my head. Filling my mouth, but I always wanted some on my face, so I could feel the warmth, smell the cum.
I would rub it into my skin and it would disappear, leaving my face smooth and soft. He’d be leaking a bit after a few minutes, and I’d always suck that last bit out.
He’d be out like a light, and sometimes I’d finish myself off in the bathroom, but sometimes his beautiful dick did not go down.
Sometimes after a minute or two he’d have me doggy style, and now it was my turn to gasp and moan.
He was one of the few guys I ver knew who could sometimes cum twice in a row and I took advantage of this.
The best, though, was when I’d get all prepped up and dilated, and he’d fuck me first this way, pumping me full of his beautiful cum, collapsing on the bed while I felt it trickle out of me.
So hot, so slippery.
He sucked me sometimes, too, and that was always awesome. Doing it 69, and trying to time it so we came together was pure heaven. Two bodies spasming at the same time, emptying into each other.
That’s what I think about when I’ve been smouldering for too long. He wasn’t the first or the last, but he was the best. Well, maybe there was one or two others…..
But he was right up there.