"You have to swallow."
I met him online, in a chat room. What started out as a curious, erotic fantasy, quickly became so much more. It would lead to my first experience and a profound awaking.
"Have you ever sucked cock before?" I felt a tingle run through me. His question, so forward and so to the point, made me admit that while I had not, I wanted to. "If you are here, in this chat room, you must be curious." "Yes" I said, the first time I had admitted it. It was the first time I had said it, or written it, to another. My cock twitched just at the admission. I jolt of electricity shot through me. I became so turned on, just sitting there, alone.
"What exactly do you want to do?" he asked. My mind raced at his question. I had thought about it so many times, but was I really going to admit it here? To a stranger? I typed that I was not sure.
"If I met you some where, what would you do? What do you want to do?" Almost with out thinking, as if deep down, I already knew, I said, "I want to be on my knees and suck your cock." My hand instinctively moved to and squeezed my cock. It felt so good, I couldn't believe how turned on I was just from saying it. My head seemed to be swimming. "On my knees," I told him. I realized how submissive that must sound.
"Imagine I am standing in front of you. Tell me what you would do." Whether he knew it or not, he was pushing my boundaries. He was letting me admit to and expand my secret, sexual world. I felt an unspoken connection to him. I opened up and felt my hard cock throb.
"I'd like to be on my knees in front of you. You can just stand there and I will undo your belt, I will undo your pants, I will unzip your fly. I will lower your pants. I'd love to be in front of your gorgeous, hanging cock. I can feel an incredible rush over take me, an incredible lust. I would kiss your cock. I would plant soft, loving kisses on it. I want to feel it's warmth, it's soft, smooth skin. I want to feel it swell under my lips. I want to make you hard."
"Mmmm, that sounds nice," he wrote. "Tell me more."
"I want to please you, I want to please your cock. I'd continue to kiss it. I'd feel it on my face as I pushed my mouth to your balls. I would lick and mouth your balls, sucking on them gently. Oh, how I want your balls in my mouth. I want to feel your hard cock on my tongue, between my lips, in my mouth. I want to taste you, I want to suck you. I want to make love to your cock." I felt a little ashamed at my admissions and a little surprised by how easy it was to say them.
"That sounds incredible. I'd love to have you pleasure me like that." I typed back, "I'm so horny now!"
"Me too, you want to meet?" Without pause, without thinking, I wrote, "Yes." "Ok, you have to swallow though." His final words struck me. They hit me with the weight of what I was agreeing to, what I was giving into. "Yes, I will swallow your cum."
A place was agreed upon, he would be waiting in his car. Meeting him meant I would be acknowledging my hidden, long held lusts. Acknowledging and giving into them, there would be no going back. Meeeting with him meant I wanted, I craved cock. Meeting meant I would be sucking cock. I could not hide it anymore.
I was nervous, but I wanted it so badly. There he was, anonymous. The object of so many fantasies and so much desire. Cock, beautiful, sexy cock and my desire for it. I opened his car door and got in.
I could not help but feel a connection. If it was our conversation, what I had agreed to, or a combination of both, I was not sure. I think it was because of the intimate nature of our encounter. Making love or just sex, how ever one might view it, I was about to pleasure him in the most primal and intimate way. My mind, my whole body ssemed to be ready for it, seemed to crave it, seemed to need it. He sat back, confident. He looked at me, knowing I desired his cock and knowing I would swalllow his cum. Confident, it made me want his dick that much more. He shifted towards me and sat back again, then simply said, "Ok." He was going to make me do it all, he was going to make me earn it and leave no doubt that I wanted it.
I felt dizzy as I leaned forward. Complete tunnel vision, I was totally focused on his crotch and watched my own handsas if in slow motion as they fumbled with his pants. I pulled down on them and he lifted his ass, letting me slid them down. His cock right before me, laying on his upper thigh. The object of my lust and fantasy. I felt any and all inhibitations melt away. I felt only desire and a complete want to pleasure.
I moved my mouth to him, so focused. Again, as if in slow motion, my movements and time seemed to slow. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his soft, fleashy cock. Immediately a warmth, a tingle washed over me. I felt intoxicated. I felt pure pleasure. I kissed his cock and began to lose myself. I moaned for it and breathed in it's scent. Giving in, letting him know it, letting him know just how much I wanted it. His perfect cock hardened as I licked it. So firm, so powerful, so making me feel weak to it. His soft moan serving as the best kind of encouragment, I wrapped my lips around his engorged cock's head. It filled my mouth, it felt so incredible. I slid my lips down him, down his hard shaft. I was sucking cock. I was now, officially, a cock sucker. It was the most thrilling moment of my life. So much lust, so much pent up fantasy and desire. I moaned on his dick as I sucked him, I loved it. I wanted his cum so bad I would of begged for it. That would make it complete. That, would make me complete.
My lips ran up and down him. My wet mouth caressing and pleasuring him. His soft moan again, again I loved it, again it drove me on. I snaked my hand between his legs and cupped his balls. Caressing them, massaging them, I wanted to milk them and tease them into giving me there cum. Moaning, sucking even harder now. Somehow, I knew was close. I could sense it. Oh, how I wanted it. His tense muscles, his breathing, short, sharp. I knew he was close, it only made me suck his cock harder. Moaning loud now, letting him know my desire. Letting him know I wanted it. Letting him know that, after all these years, I was ready for it.
"Ah, ah, ohhhh," and then the rush of his magnificent orgasm. A rush incredible texture, flavor and emotion. Thick, powerful, even magical. Magically making me feel so right, so submisive and so complete. My whole body tingled and my mind was spinning when his cum slid down my throat. I swallowed his cum. Warm, thick, it coated me, engulfed me, satisfied me.
Later meetings only strengthened my desires. More meetings only made it easier to happily, eagerly move to me knees before him or lean over in his car and pleasure him. It was so right, so wonderfully right. Hard, beautiful cock, warm, salty cum. So eagerly I took his loads. Smiling, open mouthed and stroking myself. Tasting him, swallowing him, if he was using me, I loved it. With every encounter, I began to realize I was using him.
"Have you ever sucked cock before?" I felt a tingle run through me. His question, so forward and so to the point, made me admit that while I had not, I wanted to. "If you are here, in this chat room, you must be curious." "Yes" I said, the first time I had admitted it. It was the first time I had said it, or written it, to another. My cock twitched just at the admission. I jolt of electricity shot through me. I became so turned on, just sitting there, alone.
"What exactly do you want to do?" he asked. My mind raced at his question. I had thought about it so many times, but was I really going to admit it here? To a stranger? I typed that I was not sure.
"If I met you some where, what would you do? What do you want to do?" Almost with out thinking, as if deep down, I already knew, I said, "I want to be on my knees and suck your cock." My hand instinctively moved to and squeezed my cock. It felt so good, I couldn't believe how turned on I was just from saying it. My head seemed to be swimming. "On my knees," I told him. I realized how submissive that must sound.
"Imagine I am standing in front of you. Tell me what you would do." Whether he knew it or not, he was pushing my boundaries. He was letting me admit to and expand my secret, sexual world. I felt an unspoken connection to him. I opened up and felt my hard cock throb.
"I'd like to be on my knees in front of you. You can just stand there and I will undo your belt, I will undo your pants, I will unzip your fly. I will lower your pants. I'd love to be in front of your gorgeous, hanging cock. I can feel an incredible rush over take me, an incredible lust. I would kiss your cock. I would plant soft, loving kisses on it. I want to feel it's warmth, it's soft, smooth skin. I want to feel it swell under my lips. I want to make you hard."
"Mmmm, that sounds nice," he wrote. "Tell me more."
"I want to please you, I want to please your cock. I'd continue to kiss it. I'd feel it on my face as I pushed my mouth to your balls. I would lick and mouth your balls, sucking on them gently. Oh, how I want your balls in my mouth. I want to feel your hard cock on my tongue, between my lips, in my mouth. I want to taste you, I want to suck you. I want to make love to your cock." I felt a little ashamed at my admissions and a little surprised by how easy it was to say them.
"That sounds incredible. I'd love to have you pleasure me like that." I typed back, "I'm so horny now!"
"Me too, you want to meet?" Without pause, without thinking, I wrote, "Yes." "Ok, you have to swallow though." His final words struck me. They hit me with the weight of what I was agreeing to, what I was giving into. "Yes, I will swallow your cum."
A place was agreed upon, he would be waiting in his car. Meeting him meant I would be acknowledging my hidden, long held lusts. Acknowledging and giving into them, there would be no going back. Meeeting with him meant I wanted, I craved cock. Meeting meant I would be sucking cock. I could not hide it anymore.
I was nervous, but I wanted it so badly. There he was, anonymous. The object of so many fantasies and so much desire. Cock, beautiful, sexy cock and my desire for it. I opened his car door and got in.
I could not help but feel a connection. If it was our conversation, what I had agreed to, or a combination of both, I was not sure. I think it was because of the intimate nature of our encounter. Making love or just sex, how ever one might view it, I was about to pleasure him in the most primal and intimate way. My mind, my whole body ssemed to be ready for it, seemed to crave it, seemed to need it. He sat back, confident. He looked at me, knowing I desired his cock and knowing I would swalllow his cum. Confident, it made me want his dick that much more. He shifted towards me and sat back again, then simply said, "Ok." He was going to make me do it all, he was going to make me earn it and leave no doubt that I wanted it.
I felt dizzy as I leaned forward. Complete tunnel vision, I was totally focused on his crotch and watched my own handsas if in slow motion as they fumbled with his pants. I pulled down on them and he lifted his ass, letting me slid them down. His cock right before me, laying on his upper thigh. The object of my lust and fantasy. I felt any and all inhibitations melt away. I felt only desire and a complete want to pleasure.
I moved my mouth to him, so focused. Again, as if in slow motion, my movements and time seemed to slow. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his soft, fleashy cock. Immediately a warmth, a tingle washed over me. I felt intoxicated. I felt pure pleasure. I kissed his cock and began to lose myself. I moaned for it and breathed in it's scent. Giving in, letting him know it, letting him know just how much I wanted it. His perfect cock hardened as I licked it. So firm, so powerful, so making me feel weak to it. His soft moan serving as the best kind of encouragment, I wrapped my lips around his engorged cock's head. It filled my mouth, it felt so incredible. I slid my lips down him, down his hard shaft. I was sucking cock. I was now, officially, a cock sucker. It was the most thrilling moment of my life. So much lust, so much pent up fantasy and desire. I moaned on his dick as I sucked him, I loved it. I wanted his cum so bad I would of begged for it. That would make it complete. That, would make me complete.
My lips ran up and down him. My wet mouth caressing and pleasuring him. His soft moan again, again I loved it, again it drove me on. I snaked my hand between his legs and cupped his balls. Caressing them, massaging them, I wanted to milk them and tease them into giving me there cum. Moaning, sucking even harder now. Somehow, I knew was close. I could sense it. Oh, how I wanted it. His tense muscles, his breathing, short, sharp. I knew he was close, it only made me suck his cock harder. Moaning loud now, letting him know my desire. Letting him know I wanted it. Letting him know that, after all these years, I was ready for it.
"Ah, ah, ohhhh," and then the rush of his magnificent orgasm. A rush incredible texture, flavor and emotion. Thick, powerful, even magical. Magically making me feel so right, so submisive and so complete. My whole body tingled and my mind was spinning when his cum slid down my throat. I swallowed his cum. Warm, thick, it coated me, engulfed me, satisfied me.
Later meetings only strengthened my desires. More meetings only made it easier to happily, eagerly move to me knees before him or lean over in his car and pleasure him. It was so right, so wonderfully right. Hard, beautiful cock, warm, salty cum. So eagerly I took his loads. Smiling, open mouthed and stroking myself. Tasting him, swallowing him, if he was using me, I loved it. With every encounter, I began to realize I was using him.
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