10 comments/ 64270 views/ 40 favorites My First Cock By: hungry4femdom When I first met Jeanette, I thought, what a wildcat. She was beautiful and wild. Our very first night together I felt like she fucked me rather than the other way around. She made it clear that she loved being on top, and truth be told I loved it too. She aroused some deep passion in me, and I never wanted a woman more than I wanted Jeanette. One night after foreplay that I wished would never end, Jeanette began bringing out a number of silk scarves from a drawer, saying, "I want to tie you up. Will you let me do that to you?" She had already captured my heart, so I thought, why not make it official. Once my ankles and wrists were secured, Jeanette licked and nipped at my nipples and raked my torso with her long nails, arousing us both. I wanted her and tried to grab her but the silk was surprisingly strong and held firm. Then she was breathing heavily just inches above my cock and drawing her nails across the insides of my thighs, driving me crazy with desire. "Do you want me?" cooed Jeanette. "Are you ready to fuck me?" she asked. "Oh God, yes," I responded, wanting her like I had never wanted anything. "Oh my pussy is so wet for you," she purred and slipped two fingers deep into herself to show how wet she was and then put those fingers into my mouth. I instantly started sucking them clean. "You want more? Beg me, honey. Tell me how much you want to taste my honey," she instructed me, and beg I did. I told her how much I wanted and needed to taste her sweet pussy. Then she'd allow me a few licks and would rise up just out of reach. "More. More," I implored her, and she would relent and give my hungry mouth more of her delicious cunt. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked. "Yesss," I hissed, so aroused, so in lust with her. "What will you do for me? What will you do for me, if I let you fuck me?" she asked. "Anything. Anything you want?" I replied. Anything? Really?" she inquired. "Yes, anything. Please let me fuck you," I told her. Then bringing her bottom back to my mouth, she said, "Lick my ass, and stick your tongue in as far as possible and fuck me with it. Then I'll fuck you." I felt so conflicted. I wanted her so badly and thought I would do whatever she asked, but never expected she'd ask me for this. Seeing my hesitance, she began to rise up, saying, "I guess you don't really want to fuck me and didn't mean it when you said, you'd do anything." "Please don't leave," I begged her, "I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want." And with that she lowered her ass onto my mouth, and I slowly licked around her puckered hole, tasting ass for the first time. After growing accustomed to the slightly bitter and musky taste, I began to lick with greater enthusiasm and tried to penetrate her tight hole, finally getting past its ring. "Oh that's so good," she moaned, "You're such a good ass-licker." Whether it was her praise and her obvious pleasure or the forbidden taboo nature of licking her most private place, my passion increased, and I found I loved being her "ass-licker". I thrust my now eager tongue in and out of her ass and tried to get it in as deeply as possible, and when I felt her shudder to an orgasm, I felt it was my orgasm as well. I felt each wave of her orgasm contract around my tongue, and I felt such a surprising amount of pleasure in the act of pleasing her. When she had enough of my tongue, she lifted off me and moved to straddle my hips. "Tell me how much you want to fuck me," she said, lightly rubbing her pussy along the length of my throbbing cock. "Oh God, I want to fuck you. My cock aches to be inside you. Fuck me, please," I pled to her in earnest. "OK, you can fuck me now," she said, her sex some 6 inches above my cock, and I lunged at her pussy with my pelvis. "That's right show me how much you want my dripping pussy," she purred, and I bucked and thrust as much as my restraints would allow, until she said, "Stop!" I lay very still and she took the head of my cock and slid it back and forth along her dripping slit, and then lowered herself a bit until just the head was inside her. And still remaining above my pelvis, said, "Fuck me. Fuck me now." I threw myself at her pussy with all the energy I had, and I thrust deep into her hovering sex. I was in a frenzy of lust and ecstasy. Jeanette screamed at me, "That's right, fuck me you little ass-licker. Fuck me hard!" And I did. I wanted her pussy and expended all my strength to get into her as deeply as my bonds allowed. Suddenly my orgasm hit, and I pumped stream after stream of hot cum into her, glorying in the immense pleasure she was giving me. I finally slumped back to the bed, spent, and she lifted off my cock, and spun around, placing her dripping sex above my mouth and said, "Clean me, ass-licker," and almost in a trance, I slowly licked her cum filled pussy, oblivious of the taste. "Get your tongue in as deep as possible and don't miss a drop," she commanded, and I obeyed, my will not seeming to be my own. As I was performing my cleaning I felt her mouth around my still hard penis and felt her tongue swirl around its head. Never had I done so many of the things that I so willingly did for the first time with Jeanette. I was both literally and figuratively captivated by her. Wherever she would lead, I would follow. Over the next several weeks Jeanette increased and solidified her control over me. Sex routinely involved some sort of restraint. Anallingus was always something that Jeanette wanted, and I now was completely hooked on providing, proving that indeed I was her "ass-licker". And after I came, whether in her pussy or mouth, I was expected to clean her pussy, until it was free of cum, or swallow whatever cum was left in her mouth. Sometimes she would restrain my on my stomach with my legs spread wide, and she would spank my ass, somehow finding the spots that were more exciting than painful. After administering the spankings, she would usually rub a soothing cream on my reddened cheeks. This time however I felt her apply a line of lotion along the crack of my ass. (I didn't know at the time that it was actually lube.) And for the first time I felt her fingers exploring my most private place. Initially I clenched my buttocks, resulting in a vicious slap on my already reddened cheeks. "You will relax and remain open to me. Is that understood?" she asked. "Yes, Jeanette," I told, wanting to obey her, knowing my pleasure was totally dependent on pleasing her. I felt her fingers return to the crack of my ass and slowly found the tight star of my sphincter, swirling lightly around its entrance. Despite my initial hesitance, I found the sensation of having my ass stroked was surprisingly enjoyable, and soon I was moaning as her finger entered me for the first time, giving me a pleasure I had never known could be experienced in this part of my body. For the first time I appreciated why Jeanette loved having her ass licked. It was amazing. When Jeanette's fingers started pistoning in and out of me, I was in heaven, moaning my pleasure. Then she suddenly stopped, and I let out a sigh of disappointment. "Do you want me to continue, my little ass-licker? Well, do you?" she asked "Oh yes," I exclaimed, "Your fingers feel wonderful." "Then you need to beg me to fuck you with my fingers. Go on. Do it, my little ass-licker." Not wanting this pleasure to stop, I begged her, "Please Jeanette, fuck my ass. It feels so good. I never knew it could feel like this. Please." And I felt her applying more lube, and then one finger and then a second entered my tight ass, and I was transported again. Faster and faster her fingers went in and out of me, whipping me into a frenzy, and then she stopped moving her fingers, but both remained inside me reminding me of the pleasure they could give. "You really like being my bitch, don't you?" she asked. "Tell me if you want me to keep fucking your ass. Tell me you like being my bitch." "Oh God, I love being your bitch. Please keeping fucking me," I implored. "Fucking who?" she asked. "Your bitch. Please keep fucking your bitch," I responded, knowing that this was the only way to have my pleasure continue. What did it matter anyway? It was only just the two of us, and I would willingly be her bitch for pleasure like this. And with my acquiescence Jeanette continued her assault, and I became her bitch, moaning and crying out my pleasure. As my pleasure built, I was surprised to be nearing an orgasm. All the while, Jeanette was saying, "That's right, fuck my hand bitch. Bitches, like you, love their asses fucked. Don't you bitch?" she asked, knowing the answer already. "Oh yesss," I admitted. I didn't know about other bitches, but this bitch couldn't get enough of her hand. Soon I was announcing, "Oh God, I'm going to cum." "That's right. Cum you fucking bitch," Jeanette ordered. I began to have the orgasm of my life, never even noticing that Jeanette had managed to insert a third finger into my ass, stretching me and adding to the intensity to the pleasure. As my orgasm spasmed, my ass muscles clenched around her fingers, heightening the experience. My body shook and shook, until I just laid there, trembling. Jeanette had shaken my world once again. As I lay there still trembling, Jeanette went around the four corners of the bed and untied my wrists and ankles, gently kissing me on whichever part was nearest. "You really are wonderfully submissive," she told me affectionately, hearing that word in the context of our lovemaking for the first time. She instructed me to move off the wet spot I'd created, and then scooping as much of my spent cum as could get from the sheets, she smeared it into the crack of her ass and lay down next to me. "Come get your reward for being such a good bitch," she said. Knowing what she wanted, and now appreciating the pleasure I was giving her for the first time, I enthusiastically dove between her beautifully rounded globes and licked up the cum. I had completely gotten used to the notion that my duty was to eat my cum wherever it was deposited and had come to relish this act and once it was all gone, I tongue-fucked Jeanette's ass as I knew she expected, and which I secretly loved to do. Whether I was submissive or her bitch, all I knew was that sex with Jeanette was amazing. I was addicted to her and to her control. She took me places sexually and emotionally that I didn't know existed. Sometimes I felt conflicted, thinking about what would happen if anyone knew what I did for her and for her love, but that was also a problem because the doing of it in itself was amazingly pleasurable. I was also beginning to realize that I was getting off on the degrading things Jeanette said and did to me. I don't know why being her bitch was so exciting, but there was no denying I wouldn't give up being her bitch for the world. I loved licking her ass and being her "little ass-licker". Over the next few weeks, my ass seemed to be the center of Jeanette's attention. I begged for the pleasure she would give me, not because it was my role but because I truly craved her fingers in my ass. I looked forward to more chances to be her bitch. Sometimes she wanted me to fuck her pussy, or she wanted me to cum in her mouth. But each time before even starting any foreplay, Jeanette would lube up my ass and insert a butt plug: to remind me that I was always her bitch to use as she pleased. After a few days she would introduce a bigger plug, which would stretch me more each time. Even though I loved fucking her or cumming in her mouth, I really missed her fingers in my ass. After almost 3 weeks without being fucked by anything other than the plugs she inserted, Jeanette asked, "Bitch, are you ready to be fucked?" "Oh yes," was all I could muster. "Is that as good as you can do? Maybe you don't want to be fucked," Jeanette suggested. "God, I miss being fucked by you. Your bitch needs you to fuck him," I said for the first time. "Now that's more like the bitch I expect to hear from when I want to fuck," she said. And she began securing him face down and spread-eagled across her very large bed. She also blindfolded me for the first time adding to the suspense. Swoosh went the sound of a strap through the air, and it landed on the cheek of my ass with a somewhat painful thwack. Then another swoosh and an equally painful thwack landed on the other cheek. "Beg me to fuck you, bitch. Tell how hungry your ass has been for a good fucking," she told me, all the time more swats were raining down on my ass, causing me some real discomfort and no pleasure apart from mu cock, which was somehow rock hard. "Please fuck my ass. Your bitch misses his ass filled. I need my bitch ass fucked. Please," I begged sincerely. Then Jeanette stopped, and I heard unfamiliar noises, rattlings and rustlings, but soon felt the familiar sensation of lube being applied quite thoroughly to my ass. "Don't stop your begging if you want to be fucked," she said as she readied herself. And I did beg, the whole time raising my ass to meet the hand I expected to invade my ass so pleasurably, but this time there would be no hand. Instead I felt something quite large and a little cold at the entrance of my ass, trying to push its way in. "That's right bitch. I'm going to really fuck you this time." And she slowly managed to get the head of her strap-on into my ass. I felt my ass open and welcome this new intruder, and she slowly fucked my hole, cause a moan of pleasure to escape my lips, and hearing my moan as a sign, she increased both the depth of her thrusts but also the speed. Soon her strap-on was reaching depths her hand couldn't, and I experienced a new level of anal ecstasy. "Does my bitch like my cock," Jeanette asked, knowing the answer. "Tell me how much you enjoy my cock." "Oh, I love your cock inside me. Oh, I love being your bitch," I confessed, "Give me more. Give me more," I told her. "Who owns this bitch?", Jeanette asked, all the while I am thrashing around beneath her thrusting cock. "You do. You do. I'm your bitch." "That's right. I own you. You're my bitch to do as I please. Isn't that right?" she asked. "Yes. I'm yours to do as you please with. Just don't stop fucking me," I begged her. Suddenly Jeanette's movements became erratic, and I was aware that somehow Jeanette was having an intense orgasm and was screaming her pleasure, adding to my own as I felt my own building. "That's right. Cum bitch. Cum for your owner," and I began as intense an orgasm as I ever experienced. Such pleasure and waves upon waves of more pleasure. Once again Jeanette had taken me to new heights. She truly owned me. When it was clear that our orgasms had subsided, Jeanette pulled out of me and removed my blindfold and moved around the bed to release me. For the first time, I could see the strap-on she was wearing, and she looked wickedly erotic, naked apart from this small harness with a substantial looking cock protruding from her. She slipped off the condom that protected it, and smeared my cum all over the length of it. Laying propped up on several large pillow, Jeanette instructed me to lick and suck her cock and become her "cock whore" and "cum slut", and I dove onto her cock, as if I couldn't live without it. When the cum was gone, Jeanette practiced "deep-throating" me until I inevitably gagged. She told me a "good cock-whore" should be able to learn to take an entire cock down her throat without gagging, and said that's what she expected from me as well. I told her I would do my best not to disappoint her. After Jeanette had another orgasm, we lay together savoring the afterglow of our remarkable lovemaking. As we lay there, holding one another, Jeanette told me that she loved having a bitch like me that she could do whatever she wanted with and said she was happy that I was pleased and satisfied with the arrangement. She told me that she hoped I always would be as satisfied in the future, but when I asked what she meant, Jeanette quickly shushed me. "You should always have a cock in your mouth. That way you won't be tempted to talk too much," she told me. I told that I loved having her cock in me, and if that pleased her, it certainly pleased me. Over the next several months, I became Jeanette's cock-whore. After licking her ass for 30 minutes or so, she would have me bring her to orgasm by going down on her cock, which had become increasingly larger over time. Now I could routinely take its entire length down my throat without gagging or even discomfort. Jeanette would often place a gag in my mouth the shape of a cock while she ravaged my ass. She even began to place me in a chastity device for extended periods of time. What surprised me was that without the possibility of orgasm, the sensation of being fucked became even more intense, and I found I didn't miss the orgasms. I imagined they belonged to Jeanette, since I felt for a long time that I did as well. I would cum when Jeanette wanted. Whenever Jeanette would fuck me if I said, "I want your cock", she would correct me and have me say, "I want cock." "To keep it simple," she said. And I did want cock. I wanted cock all the time. Jeanette saw that my ass was continuously plugged and that I was gagged with a cock in my mouth, whenever she wasn't using one end or the other. Since introducing me to cock, Jeanette rarely tied me up, since my compliance was established she said. So it surprised me that she wanted to tie me up and blindfold me again. After being tied down on her bed, she whipped me harder than I could remember, leaving me in an agitated state and on the edge of tears. I only began to calm down when I felt her fingers smearing lube deep into my ass, getting it ready to be fucked. The she had me beg. "Your bitch's ass needs cock so badly. Fill my bitch ass with cock please," I begged. "You really want cock?" she asked. "Oh God, yes. I'm a whore for cock," I told her, hoping she would quickly penetrate me and end the teasing. And then I felt the cock at my entrance. For a moment I sensed that something was different, as this cock plunged into me. I felt so conflicted and betrayed. "No, please don't make me do this. I'm not gay," I pleaded with her We had never discussed this, but as the real cock in my ass began to move more deeply, I found myself responding, truly like the cock whore I'd become. He continued to push deeply into my ass and slowly begins increasing his pace, and I began to moan with the pleasure his large cock was giving me. Then Jeanette is there, telling me, "Tell him what a cock whore you are. Tell him how much you enjoy cock in your ass. Tell him," Jeanette ordered. "Oh God," I said at the impossibly pleasurable sensations he was creating in my ass. "Oh Geez, That's so good. Your cock feels so good," I confessed. "No," Jeanette insisted. "Tell him cock feels so good. Tell him." "Cock feels so good. It does. I need cock in my ass. I'm a bitch for cock," I surrendered to the truth of my love for cock. I didn't even know what he looked like, yet here I was loving the cock in my ass and not wanting it to stop pounding and filling me. "OK bitch, here's more cock for you," and Jeanette made some sort of sign I couldn't see, and legs rested on top of each of my out-stretched arms, and a rock hard cock was there at my mouth. I had no hesitation any longer. I was a bitch for cock. All of Jeanette's training had paid off, and I easily took the entire length down my throat, eliciting a moan from each of us. I was barely able to move at all except to raise and lower my head a bit, but the force of the ass-pounding I was receiving was being transferred to the object of my oral worship as well. Soon both men's moans made clear they were about to cum. I wanted their cum, but I didn't want them to stop either. As they neared their release, Jeanette was giving graphic details of what was happening and how they were both going to shoot their loads deep into me and how I was truly a cock whore. I could only moan in agreement, the large cock in my mouth and throat preventing any other sound. My First Cock Both men seemed to roar at once, and it felt marvelous to have my mouth filled with hot spunk for the first time and feel spurt after spurt of the other man's seed fill my ass. After both had pulled out of me, Jeanette untied me and took off my blindfold. She called out to the other room, and two more unfamiliar looking men came in with their cocks in hand. One approached my face and said, "Suck my cock, bitch," and I resumed my efforts on a new cock. Meanwhile the other man took his position behind me, and quickly slid in where the other cock had exited. Again with both holes filled, I was in cock-whore heaven. I was able to look over to a nearby chair to see Jeanette impale herself on one of the cocks that had just been in me. After a slight pang of jealousy, I lost myself to the sensations that these new cocks were giving me. I didn't know where this would lead but like everything else Jeanette had shown me, this felt awfully good. The new men were signaling their oncoming orgasms, and I welcomed their sperm, and felt disappointed when there was no more cum to be had. I wasn't disappointed for long when Jeanette instructed me to kneel on the floor as she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide and her pussy gaping and oozing of fresh cum. Soon I was devouring this new cum as if I'd been doing it all my life. I delighted in serving Jeanette this way. Over next several days, all the men stayed and fucked both Jeanette and me as much as they liked. Besides swallowing whatever load was shot into my mouth, I also cleaned Jeanette whenever she would allow me. (Sometimes she was just too sore.) Once after two men came in her ass, one after another, I cleaned her too. It tasted disgusting, but it was also wickedly taboo. Jeanette hardly fucks my ass anymore, although it is a special treat when she does. I am her devoted ass and pussy slave and lick or clean her whenever she wishes. I am also a bitch and a cock whore, who lives for cock. Fortunately Jeanette has her men friends over regularly, and although many would rather fuck her, there are several who appreciate the value of a talented cock whore and my mouth or ass is rarely empty for long. My First Cock He had written me about my most recent story. "Party for the Ex" which was about hooking up with my ex-wife and taking her to a party where everyone started in a room to undress before entering a party where anything was possible. In the fictional story I said that I had sex with another man in front of the ex-wife. My new follower said he had been a fan for some time and in my bio I admit being bi-curious. He wrote that I must have satisfied my curiosity. I wrote back thanking him as I always do hoping for some hot and nasty dialog with him. Sometimes this happens, usually it is someone looking to get off on some personal attention. The times that things do get hot are especially satisfying as I can admit to my dark desires without being called to act upon them as most of my mail comes from some way off. But this one was different, he was less than an hour away. I will call him "Les" for that reason in respect for his privacy. So, I told Les that this, like all of my stories was pure desire and sadly fiction. He asked why I didn't use Craig's list and I had been testing the waters there but the few I contacted wanted a quick blow and go, giving or receiving. I want something more. Not in a car or rest room either. Well he admitted to being a long time practicing bisexual with a place in a city I knew. I decided rather quickly that this would be the time to see if I could satisfy my desires. We agreed to meet and see where things went. We met a an outside café for drinks and quickly fell into a comfortable conversation about everything but my awesome desire to suck a cock. Occasionally he would rest his hand on my thigh, each time higher until he finally gave my semi hard cock a caress saying: "Shall we go to my place and see where things takes us?" I reached to his crotch and squeezing him found a nice full but soft cock and set of balls. "Yes, let's find out if I can be in life what I have been in a story. It was a short drive to his place, a huge Victorian mansion in a quiet neighborhood. As we progressed up the staircases he explained that the first floor was living spaces and kitchen and dining room. The second floor was bed rooms and the third, where his space was clothing optional. The fourth and top floor was nude only. It sounded very exciting to me. As he opened the door to his room he showed me in and said to make myself comfortable. I sat in one of two easy chairs by a small table. As he started to remove his dress shirt I thought "Oh my god, this is really happening!" But he reached for a casual shirt and said something about getting comfortable. I said that if he wanted to be comfortable maybe now was a good time to get naked. He seemed to like that idea as I stood to remove my shirt and kick off my moccasins. As he lowered his shorts I dropped my jeans to stand naked before a man who was about to be my first male lover. To say I was excited would be the most understated fact ever. I turned to face him full on and spread my legs slightly to remove any doubt in my mind that I was offering myself to him sexually. "Here I am, naked and full of desire!" I thought as I slowly pulled my cock free from between my legs and gave it one long caress to show him I was ready for him. As he lowered his underwear he said to me: "Commando, I see you came prepared." I don't remember my reply as I was looking at his cock as he too turned to face me and I saw another man naked for the first. At least a naked man who was also showing me he was there for the same thing I was. Sex. Man sex. Cock stroking, naked sex. Cock sucking. All of that and maybe more. He said lets sit and you can show me some of your favorite porn you told me about. He moved over to sit next to me as I opened my laptop and powered up. While waiting I reached for his cock and slowly stroked his shaft. I have been touching my cock for self-pleasure for almost 60 years but this was the first cock of another man and it felt wonderful. He quickly filled with desire and grew in my hand. I was having trouble with his wifi and but said I had saved a lot of my favorite pictures in folders. As I scanned the folders he was caressing my cock now. I was so excited that I wasn't getting as rock hard as I always expected and realized that I was afraid. All of my desires that had been long repressed were about to be realized. I had no doubts to the outcome and was so comfortable with my decision that it almost shocked me. I had no thought of stopping, only exploring more and when I opened my folder of just pictures of my favorite cocks told him so. As I moved through the pictures we were both trying to feel each others cocks but I wanted more so I said: "Why don't we move to your bed and I'll suck your cock?" We met on either side as we pulled down the covers and I told him to lay down. I knelt by his waist and leaned over without any hesitation and took his cock in my mouth. All I felt was complete satisfaction with the action. His cock felt so silky smooth and fit perfectly in my mouth. I had described this moment in so many ways over the years I realized what I was doing was not like any of my descriptions of the act. I easily took about the first third of him in my wet mouth and as I ran my tongue over him he spread his legs some and made some comment about me being pretty good for a newbie. I was thinking I had sucked hundreds of cocks in my mind this was just natural. But as I caressed him with my tongue while holding his shaft behind the head I almost blacked out. It was better than the first rush of a long line of cocaine or the first time a woman surprised me by sucking my cock. The time I drove 150 mph on a lonely highway late at night. It was fucking mind boggling. I could not believe how much I enjoyed the feel of a man's cock in my mouth. It was the perfect act. I wasn't just pleasing him or doing it for him. He was just the lucky recipient of something that was so satisfying to me. His smooth cock felt so perfect in my mouth that I knew immediately that this would not be the last time I sucked a cock. I was lost in sucking and caressing him with my lips and tongue, my entire mouth was the center of my sexual being and I loved it. I heard him say something and stopped to ask him if everything was alright. Everything was more than alright by him but he wanted to please me too. As I covered his cock again he said put your leg over me and let me taste you too. As I settled in to cover him with my body I could feel him guide my hard cock to his mouth and as wonderful as it felt to be inside of him almost all of me was focused on his cock. There was so much I wanted to do, to experience but it was all forgotten. All I wanted was his cock in my mouth. I could take almost all of him now and this freed my hands up for more. As I spread his legs so I could cup his tight sack I could feel him transfer his attention to my ass hole. He had confessed to me that his current area of desire was anal play and it had been so long since a woman had paid any attention to me there that I almost forgot how much I loved his cock in my mouth. I could feel him getting close and for a split second wondered if I could swallow his cum. Fuck, I thought, if I am going to be a cock sucker, I am going to be a complete cock sucker. So when he pulled his mouth from my hot fuck hole and asked if he could cum in my mouth all I did was moan yes and nod my head, never letting go of his cock or balls. As he returned to eating my ass he started cumming. Not "long ropes or streams" but short bursts of an almost tasteless juice that easily ran over of my tongue. This pushed me over and with him deliciously eating my ass I blew my load between our chests and had an orgasm that I will remember as long as I live. As I came down from man love heaven I rolled off of him and pushing some leaked cum from the corner of my mouth back into it thought: "Well bud, you are a cock sucker now." You know what, I am glad of it and before I left that afternoon sucked him two more times. My First Cock I am a married white male, 6'-6", not fat, just not in shape, very hairy, straight as an arrow. Love sex, can't get enough, especially eating pussy. So what's this about cock? Let me tell you. I had a few favorite sites on the web I liked to visit to look at porn while I got myself off. Anyway, I came upon a video of an absolutely staggeringly hot blonde, who was touching this hard bodied, muscle bound black guy. He was still clothed, but as time went on, she was touching him, rubbing against him, lowering herself as she moved her hands down his body. She got to her knees, and was running her hand slowly up and down the fly of his pants, right over his bulging cock. She looked up at him, bit her lower lip, and slowly pulled down his zipper. After undoing his zipper, she slid his pants down his legs, leaving him standing with only his tight underpants, and button down shirt still on. His cock bulged so much, it might have ripped his shorts. The blonde, still looking in his eyes, was lightly running her fingers over his cock. Lowering her eyes to his cock, she slowly pulled down his underwear, allowing his smooth, incredibly hard, jet black cock to spring out. She finished sliding his underwear down his legs, and took his hard cock in her hand, moving her face towards his cock, as she did. Licking the underside of his cock head, she moved her head forward, slowly sliding her lips over his cock. She took him in several inches, and began the in and out movement all us guys love to feel. I was absolutely fascinated watching her give this lucky bastard head. I mean, yeah she was getting paid, this was porn, but something about it was fucking hot. I downloaded the video and saved to my hard drive, it was probably a 20 minute video. I watched this video almost obsessively for a couple weeks, giving myself some pretty nice orgasms. One day, as I was staring at the video, the realization struck me...I was watching his COCK, not particularly the blonde sucking him. That set me back. I was NOT queer. But damn, his cock was HOT. I mean, I actually licked my lips thinking about sucking on him myself. I was fairly pissed at myself. I was straight, married for Christ's sake! Making myself cum so often to that video that my cock was getting sore. I didn't watch that video for a week, I was so disgusted with myself. But I didn't delete it either. Then I had a dream about sucking cock. It woke me up. Couldn't get back to sleep. Fuck! My cock was hard. Well, I got little sleep that night, not to mention how upset I was thinking and dreaming about cock. I calmed down, life was going OK, and then I began thinking about that video. Like a magnet, I was drawn back to it. I found myself masturbating so much, my cock was getting sore. The blonde was so hot. But I was lying to myself. It was the cock that got me going. But I knew I couldn't do anything about it. Could I? How could I find another guy to play with me? Try this out, make myself understand I was not interested in cock, after all? But how to do this without embarrassing myself, getting arrested, losing my job, and especially, not ending up divorced. Craigslist. I stumbled on that idea all by myself. I used CL for selling stuff off and on for a few years, never looked at the personals. Now I checked them daily, looking at the Men for Men ads, wondering how these guys really worked things out, were the ads even real? What about diseases, maybe getting mugged by other guys? Some of the ads looked raw, others very questionable. Most looked for one time hook ups. Sounded dangerous to me. I decided to respond to a few ads. Not many replied back to me, but those who did, scared me. They were rough, crude, looking for blow and goes, one time hook ups. Now, I still was trying to convince myself I wasn't queer, but the image of that blonde bowing that black cock wouldn't leave me. I finally placed an ad myself, looking for curious married guys. I figured curious married guys would be safest? I also explained that I wanted us to both get tested before actually engaging in anything. Results? Not a single reply. After a few days, I reinserted the ad, asking for disease free, HIV-, I got quite a few responses from men all claiming to be HIV-, but none who would get tested. This bothered me. I mean, I was willing to try this man - man thing, but I wasn't looking to get sick and die, or bring something home to my family. I finally saw an ad asking to swap hand jobs. Well, I thought it was a start, and hey, you couldn't get HIV from a hand job, so I answered the ad, and almost immediately received a response. He asked if I was free right now, I said yes. He asked if I could host, I said no, so he replied, maybe a booth at the Adult Book Store. I never been in the bookstore here, but figured, it's just a hand job, it should be fine. I explained I was virgin at man - man stuff, but would love to give him a hand job, maybe even suck him if he was clean. He responded maybe on the blow job, but definitely on the hand job. We agreed to meet in 45 minutes at the bookstore. As I pulled into the bookstore parking lot, I saw it was empty. I let out a sigh, I figured I was stood up. I figured, what the hell, I'll give him a few more minutes. In another 6 or 7 minutes, a pickup truck pulled into the lot and parked about a hundred feet from me. A guy got out, and looking at me, started to walk toward me. I thought "shit, this is it", and got out and walked toward him, kinda sizing him up as we approached. He was about 5'10", average build, about the same age as me. He wore a ironed white shirt, and pressed blue jeans. He stuck his hand out, and introduced himself, I did the same, I could tell he was as nervous as I was. "Well, shall we?" he asked, pointing to the bookstore. "Absolutely." I replied. He led the way. We entered, the place was well lit, bright, and empty. Except for a woman, who while pleasant, looked like a crack whore, all skinny, wrinkled, and withered. Gary walked to the counter, and bought tokens for the movie, I wandered around and looked at all the things for sale. I turned towards him, and followed him into the movie area. It was brightly lit, and CLEAN. I guess I expected it to be dark, grungy, dirty...As we entered the movie area, the woman called out "I just finished cleaning the booths on the right side." Gary veered off to the right, and looked like he was checking the booths. He settled on one on the left of the aisle, and held the door for me to enter. He followed me inside, it was dark in the booth, I held the door open a few inches so he could feed the tokens into the slot. As the movie came on, I latched the door, and turned toward him. He was looking at me with a slight smile on his lips. I moved to him, he raised his shirt and began to undo his pants. He slid them down to his knees, he had gray tight underwear on, a slight bulge showing his cock. "May I touch?" I asked. "Mmmm" I reached out and touched his cock, tracing my fingers along its length. This elicited a low moan from him, and, taking that as a good sign, I began slowly, lightly, stroking his cock. FUCK! This was so hot! I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting. His cock continued to grow, the head pushed out through one of his leg openings. I touched the head gently, now it was my turn to moan. This was the first time in my life I had touched another man's cock. My heart was pounding, good lord, I was fucking loving this. As I touched his head, he began to slide his shorts down. "No, please can I do it? I asked. "Yes". My hands on either sides of his hips, I slid his shorts down to his knees, dropping to my knees in front of him, as I did. His cock popped up, nice and firm, pointing right at my mouth. I took his hand, and not being able to resist, I gently kissed the tip of his cock. His cock was smooth, his bush was trimmed back very neat. I gently rubbed his ass with my right hand, while still kneeling, I gently stroked his cock. I moved my face close to his cock, examining it up close. I pressed the side of my face against his belly my nose buried in his hair. He was so clean, there was absolutely no odor of any kind. I nibbled on his stomach as I continued to stroke his cock. I heard him softly moaning..."yessssss", as I touched his cock. I reached out with my tongue, and licked the underside of his cock, bringing out a louder moan. Still stroking his bottom, I moved directly in front of him, opened my mouth slightly, and slid the head of his cock into my mouth. I WAS SO FUCKING TURNED ON, I COULD HARDLY BREATHE. I wrapped my tongue around and around his cock head, I tasted a drop of salty cum on my tongue. Now he was moaning quite loudly. He must have looked down at me, and moaned, exhaling a tobacco breath on me. Like Pavlov's dog, I reacted, driving his cock all the way into my throat, letting out a moan of my own. The tobacco breath reminded me of my first girlfriend, who was a smoker. When we fucked, she would occasionally exhale directly towards my face, it must have triggered some kind of Pavlonian response in me, I got so horny so fast. My lips grazed Gary's bush at the base of his cock. As I nursed on his cock like a calf on a cow's teat, I realized I really, really liked this cock sucking. At that moment, I would have been happy to have my lips around Gary's cock for the rest of my life. My need for air broke that thought, as I pulled back, took a breath and took him deep again. As I sucked and licked on his cock, I could feel him gently fucking my mouth. What a turn on it was. MMMMMMM. "I'm going to cum" Gary said. I pulled off quickly, "No, please not yet." I replied. He let out a loud breath. "OK" he said. I resumed touching him gently, I turned him around, and began kissing his ass cheeks. He seemed to really enjoy that. He braced against the wall, I stroked him, and kissed his ass. He was moaing pretty loud, I hoped no one would interrupt us. After a few minutes of kissing his ass, literally, I turned him around, taking his hot cock in my mouth. Gary let out another loud moan, "yessss". "Please let me cum," he said "I want you to see me shoot my load." I remembered him stating in one of our emails back and forth that that he liked guys watching him cum. So I reluctantly moved my head back, and pointing his cock away from me, started stroking him faster. Moaning almost continuously, Gary fucked my hand. "I'm cumming" he said. What an understatement! With a long groan, he started cumming. He shot the largest, whitest load I have ever seen, I mean, he would embarrass all the porn stars. I never saw a load that big in all the porn I had watched. It filled my hand, and ran onto the floor. After a minute or so, Gary pulled some paper napkins out of his pocket for me to wipe my hands on. "Sorry" he said, "I cum a lot." Understatement of the century, I would say. At the same time disappointed I didn't get that load in my mouth, but glad I didn't try, it might have drowned me with cum. Yummm! Needless to say, after this, I still maintain that I am basically straight, I still love pussy, but...I am, without question, a cocksucker.