15 comments/ 170251 views/ 57 favorites Conflicted First Time Cock Sucker By: LikesOlderMen18 Two months after my 18th birthday, I got my first apartment; I'd saved up from my job to be able to afford it and my parents had given me some old furniture and things to supply the kitchen (pots and pans, plates and silverware). It was the third day in my apartment when everything changed in my life; the day when my sexuality would be questioned. I love girls and always have. I love their beauty and I love the control I have with girls during sex. There is nothing like a girl on her knees in front of you when she takes your dick into her mouth; the very feeling of a wet mouth sucking your cock willingly – sometimes with a little forceful urging – to make you really feel like a man (or so I thought). But on that morning, everything I thought I knew about what I wanted sexually would change. I woke at about 5:00 in the morning and after checking E-mail – there was one from Gloria telling me she wanted to give me a present for my new apartment anything I wanted or anything I wanted to do (she ended her E-mail by saying "Has your bed been broken in yet?). At 5:15 I walked out the front door of my apartment on the second floor and stood leaning against the banister that looked out onto the parking lot and the apartments across the way. I stood there smoking a cigarette deep in thought when I noticed the guy in the apartment across from me looking out his closed blinds. It was just starting to get light, but I didn't think he could see me, but I could see him. Most of the lights were out in his room and he stood there completely naked with a long hard dick. He just looked for a moment and then closed the blinds, but that dick stuck in my head and I felt a little excited about it – something that I would never have thought possible. I stood there trying to get that image out of my head when the blind open again and he stood there looking out stroking his cock. I felt my heart pounding with excitement that I could in no way understand – I was also confused by my traitor dick which was getting hard...no, which was hard. He closed the blind again and I stood there – even though my cigarette was now out – waiting and wanting him to open that blind again. I've never in my life considered sex with another man, nor was I really considering it now, but I wanted to see his hard dick. I wanted him to open the curtain and jack off until he shot cum onto the window. I wanted him to show me that hard cock. What I wanted was to pull out my own hard cock and jack off with him; at no time did I consider sex with him, just the mutual jacking off (in my mind that meant there was nothing wrong, except that I was forgetting that it was his cock that was turning me on). He didn't come back to the curtain and I went inside, got naked and jacked off until I shot a huge load of cum thinking about him holding his dick. After I came, I thought how dumb I was to get turned on like that and made breakfast and later, around 8:30 I went up to the store to do some shopping. I got back about 10:00 in the morning and as I was carrying groceries from my car he was coming out of his apartment. "Looks like you're carrying quite a load there." He said. I smiled a nervous smile and could only manage to say, "Yeah." Even though I'm eighteen, all my life I've always looked about five years (or so) younger with a slim body; I'm not much of a tough guy (which might account for the reason's that I've always felt the need to be dominating and try to control girls while having sex). When I was in high school (and even the year since) I've had older men proposition me from time to time; I've always turned them down in the past. I've had guys tell me – and these were always guys that I didn't know – when I got picked up hitchhiking, that I was a pretty guy and try to talk me into sucking their cock. I've always brushed this off and never even thought that was something I'd ever do. So why was I standing here with groceries in my hand, my heart beating with excitement and my cock getting hard? I smiled again and started to walk away when he said, "I'm about to take a shower, but I have a joint you can smoke if you want to come over." I turned and looked at him – he looks to be about 45 to 50 but has a good body – (what are you thinking?) – I feel weak in the knees and know I should say no (god his eyes are staring right through me, can I resist him?), but I find myself saying, "Cool, let me put these away and I'll come over." "The door will be open if I'm still in the shower, so just come over." He said that as he was turning to go into his room. I put the groceries away and started across the parking lot to his room (what are you thinking?). I'm sure we'll smoke some pot and talk about women and I can even make a friend. The door is slightly ajar (are you sure about this?) and I push it open and walked into the front room. I can hear the shower running, so I sit in the chair next to the T.V. ESPN is on the T.V. and Sports Center is counting down the Top 10 plays of the day (you still have time to leave) when the shower turns off. I can't believe how hard my heart is beating or how excited I am (he's naked right now) and I'm sure its just because I saw him naked and the image is just caught me off guard; there isn't going to be any sex here today. I hear the bathroom door open and footsteps coming down the hallway (fuck, why is my heart beating like this) he comes out into the front room with water dripping from his body, his hair is wet and dripping and (shit, he's stoking his dick) most amazing is the hard cock he's stroking (what the fuck is he doing?) He looks at me with as if he's surprised (the door's right there; get up and go) or at least he acts surprised and goes back down the hallway to the bathroom. I'm sure he must have thought I wasn't there yet (yeah, he wasn't expecting you yet. Yep, I'm sure that's it) and it was just an innocent thing to do (why is your cock so hard and your heart beating so hard, and why did that cock look so inviting to you; why didn't you leave?) I can hear him in the bathroom and then the door opens again (you still have time to get out of here) and now he walks into the front room with his hair still a little wet but combed, his body mostly dry but still glistening from the slight amount of water he hasn't dried off and he's still naked and holding his cock in his hand (why the fuck are you still here?). He doesn't say anything, but instead walks across the room to where I'm sitting and stands in front of me holding his hard cock (are you really going to do this?). He reaches out and places his hand on the back of my head (that's not a pussy, idiot, that's a cock; the same as you) and pulls my head forward toward his slightly wet and glistening dick. My head moves freely toward what might be something I could regret (maybe I should leave; why the fuck haven't you?) but my mouth remains closed as his dick comes to my lips (you're here now with a dick on your lips, so go ahead and open your mouth...is that really what you want?) but he still doesn't say anything; he doesn't beg me to suck his dick or even say what I've said to girls when I'm in the same position of trying to get them to suck me; "come on baby, don't be a dick tease." No, he just rubs the head of his dick across my lips – still holding my head with his other hand – and moves along the side of my face (that's pre-cum on your lips and you're going to suck it or you're going to leave...NOW) and across my eyes and under my nostrils (is that his smell; a lot of soap mixed with musk) and while he holds the tip of his head with his thumb and first finger (his pee slit is right under your nose...right above your top lip) with his other three fingers he pushes his balls up to rest right on my lips; (Oh my god, I'm sitting here with the tip of this hard dick right under my nostrils, and he's oozing pre-cum right under my nose). I hear people out in the parking lot talking and going into their cars (can they even imagine what the fuck is going on in this room right now?) and I find myself sticking my tongue out and licking around his balls (fuck, you're licking a dudes balls and an older dude at that) while he keeps his dick and balls where they are (I'm licking a man's balls) and I open my mouth and suck in one of his balls (I've got a man's ball in my mouth; what the hell am I doing?) he breathes out heavily which heightens my excitement (oh man, he likes what I'm doing) and he let go of his dick and grabs the back of my head with both hands. He still doesn't ask or tell me to suck his dick as it was lays on top of his balls (one of his balls is in your mouth; you are aware of that, right?) and flops off to the right side; pointing to the corner of my mouth (fuck, there's pre-cum on your upper lip, asshole) I release his ball from my mouth and his ball sac drops down and his hard dick is pulsating less than an inch from my lips and without really thinking, I run my tongue across my upper lip and sucked in some of his pre-cum (what the fuck, you just took cum into your mouth and fuck, there's still more pre-cum dripping from his pee slit right there in front of you). Still, he doesn't force me in anyway to suck it (there's a dick at your lips). I can hear him breathe in heavy and I glanced up to see his eyes are closed and his head is tilted back (he's waiting for you to make a move; suck it or don't). He rubs the back of my head with both hands, but just holds me there as if to mean that the choice is mine to suck his dick or not to suck it (it's right there dripping his juice's, man). All I have to do is open my mouth (oh man, my dick is throbbing in my pants; I can barely breath...my heart feels like it will burst out of my chest). He's naked and offering me his dick (or you about to do this). I'm sure if I leave it will be all I will be able to think about – should I have stayed or not (what the fuck, get up and run like hell). My mouth opens (I'm really going to do this) and I see pre-cum hanging from the tip of his dick as my tongue comes out trying to grab the pre-cum (don't touch his dick). The pre-cum oozes onto the tip of my tongue and I pull my tongue back into my mouth (oh god, I can't believe how sticky and slimy it is; actually it's intoxicating and I can't believe I actually like cum in my mouth – pre or any otherwise). I swallow the pre-cum and opened my mouth again (Ohhhh, he's watching me lick up his pre-cum; did he actually moan?). My tongue goes under the bottom of his dick head (I can't stick my tongue out any farther or open my mouth any wider) as my head comes forward to accept this gift he's giving me. (I've got a dick in my mouth; what the fuck am I doing, his dick is in my mouth). He pulls my head further toward his body (wow, his dick head is spongy and ridged and oh a little exciting) and his hips move forward into my face (is he trying to fuck my face; fuck, how much of this can I fit in my mouth...his dick feels so fat and my fucking jaws hurt from how much I'm opening my mouth). His breath is coming faster now (god, he sounds turned on and there's no way this is going to end with just his dick in my mouth; fuck, there's no way I'm going to eat his cum) and hearing him breathe like that makes my own cock ache (god, please tell me this isn't really happening; I'm not really sitting here sucking dick). He let's my head move back away from his dick as he moves his hips back (oh finally, it's just the tip in my mouth right now and I think I can handle that much of his cock). I suck hard on the tip of his dick (goddamn, I just tasted more of his pre-cum) and my own dick is pounding in my pants as he pushes back into my mouth and I slide off of the chair so that I'm on my knees in front of him. (motherfucker, you're not supposed to be liking a hard cock fucking your mouth). He feeds me more of his dick (how much more can I take into my mouth without gagging) and he's pulling my head forward and now forcing me to take more than I think I can take. His breath is so fast now (oh fuck, tell me he isn't getting ready to cum in my mouth; I can't take his cum) and he forces more of his cock into my mouth (I can't hardly breathe with all of this dick in my mouth and my jaw really hurts). He doesn't move his hips back this time or release the grip from my head (oh fuck, he's making me take more and I don't think I can without gagging). My breath is coming out of my nose harder and harder as I find it harder and harder to get air (yank your head back before he chokes you) and still he pushes his dick down into my throat and I'm trying to pull back but his grip on the back of my head is too strong (the mother fuckers forcing me to take more of his hard dick, god damn asshole). I yank my head to the side to try to get his dick out of my mouth. Other than breathing hard and grunting as I struggle to get off of his dick, he doesn't say a word (oh my god, I can't take any more of this hard dick down my throat, I can't breathe). Then he throws me to the floor and straddles my chest in one hard move (fuck, that hurt so bad) still holding my head with both hands (unfgh, unh) while he's struggling me to the floor, his dick comes out of my mouth (oh god, finally some air), but he grabs his dick with one hand and the back of my head with the other and into my open mouth (fuck, let me get some air) he shoves his dick in (oh come on, it's too much dick and I need a breather). Both of his hands are on the back of my head and he lifts his weight off of my chest with his knees (mother fucker's going to fuck my face again; maybe I can take that more than the throat fuck) and starts to rock back and force into my mouth (that's not so much dick, I can handle this). Right as I'm getting used to his dick sliding just in and out of my mouth, he pulls my head up with both hands and shoves his dick back down my throat (oh fuck, he's all the way down my throat again). He pulls my face all the way forward until my nose is buried into his bush (this fucker has got his whole dick down my throat). He holds my head in this position, making sure that his dick stays all the way down my throat and then starts to push his hips even more into my face (how much more of his dick does he think I can take?). He grunts as he tries to push more of his dick down my throat (fuck, his dick is actually going a bit deeper into my throat). I'm trying to relax my throat, but I don't know how much more I can take. I gag as he inches his cock even further into my throat (I can't take this, I'm gagging). He releases the grip and pulls his dick all the way to just the tip of his cock and I'm still choking a little, but able to handle this better (oh my god, I hope he's having fun) but he doesn't miss a beat and pushes his dick down my throat and holds it there (he's grunting like a pig; a sex starved fucking pig). Again, even though he is all the way down my throat, he's still trying to push more into my throat (he's fucking my mother fucking throat) his grunting is loud, but I start to gag again and that's louder (oh fuck, how much more can I take) and he lets his dick slide all the way out of my mouth (oh fuck I just need some air). Then as I'm gulping air, he shoves his rock hard dick back into my throat (shit, this mother fuckers going to do this until I stop gagging) and he doesn't just put it in my mouth, but instead shoves it in until his balls slap my chin and his bush is rammed into my nose (god, its so hard to breathe with his bush smashing my face) and he's up on his knees with my head flat on the ground as he's ramming his dick down my throat (fuck, he's sitting on my face). The only sound in the room is the grunting noise we are both making (I've never treated anyone like this) as he holds my head again ramming his dick in and out of my mouth as fast as he can (my god, his dick is savaging my throat). I let out a grunt every time he shoves into my mouth (god, he's fucking me so fast, he's got to be getting close; please god don't let him shoot his cum in my mouth). Each time he thrust down into my face, holding my head tightly in both hands, he let's out a grunt louder and louder and his thrusts are coming so fast and I grunt with a noise I've never heard myself make before (ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh). I can't even believe how fast his hips are moving back and forth and back and forth, making his hard cock jam further and further into my throat (what the fuck is the matter with this fucker, I can't take anymore). He shoves his dick one more time all the way down my throat until my face is again jammed up into his bush and holds it there (please, just hold it here all you want and don't fuck my throat any more). He wraps his arm around my neck so I can't move (fuck man; just don't hurt me, and I'll do anything you want). He doesn't push all the way into my throat as he holds my head tight with his arm wrapped around it and grunts as his thighs tense up around my body (aw fuck, he just shot a load of cum down my throat; the mother fucker just came in me. Fuck, listen to this asshole grunt and moan as he's catching a nut inside of me; I'm eating his mother fucking cum) I don't know if it's the thought of him cumming in my mouth or all the cock sucking, but I feel my own cum building in my dick as he pulls his dick back until just the head is in my mouth and again holds my head tight as he grunts loud and goes ridged again (fuck, I now can taste and feel the cum shooting into my mouth...fuck, he's cumming in my mouth, oh shit my mouth is full of his cum, fuck). I shot a load of my own in my pants (ungh, unhg, fuck, I can't believe I'm letting someone cum in my mouth but something about shooting my own load as he cums in me is exciting). He pushes into my mouth so his dick only goes to the back of my mouth and pulls back out (fuck he just shot another load). I'm trying to swallow his cum so that I won't choke on it (fuck, I can't believe it, I've got another guys cum filling my mouth; fuck, I'm swallowing it). He holds his dick head just inside my mouth again and I can feel another load of cum pump out of his cock (he just shot more cum with that one shot than with the other two). I swallow, but my mouth is so full and he's pushing back into my mouth (fuck, cum is shooting out the sides of my mouth). Now he's back to pushing his dick all the way into my throat. He's got my whole face pulled up into him again with both of his arm wrapped tightly around my head (oh man, my face is into his body and he just shot down my throat again). And I shoot my last load (aw shit, I can feel my cum flowing around my balls and dick and this fucker just grunts again and again still fucking my throat) as he pulls his dick out of my mouth (finally his dick is out of my mouth). I lie there breathing and gasping (oh fuck, air). He leans forward so his dick is resting on my lips (look at that lust in his eyes, oh my god this fucker's insane). His dick jerks on my lips and a small ribbon of cum drips into my mouth (he's still cumming). I'm breathing so hard but I still lift my head up to his cock (god what the fuck is the matter with me) and I grab his hips so I can pull myself up (didn't you have enough of his fucking cock, asshole) and my mouth closes around his dick as his body jerks from the sensation of my mouth on it again (fuck, even going limp his cock feels so fat). His cock jerks three are four times in my mouth as I milk more of his cum (god, his cum is so intoxicating) and he sits back on my chest with the tip of his head dripping post-cum (god, there's cum all over me; and in me) He stands over me with his semi-hard cock still pointing out but starting to hang down (he's dripping the last bits of cum onto my face) I can't help myself, I open my mouth trying to position my face so his cum will drip into my mouth (fuck, put it in my mouth and I'll suck it clean motherfucker; I think I'm finally getting the hang of this) He puts two fingers at the base of his shaft and slides it down the length until he reaches the tip (fuck, I just got the last bit of cum from him into my mouth and I still want more; he's stopped fucking the hell out of my mouth and I want him to fuck me up again). Conflicted First Time Cock Sucker Ch. 02 For three days I had avoided him and told myself that I was such an idiot to let myself get talked into sucking his cock; that was how I felt most of the time, although there were other times I found myself getting turned on when I thought about his hard cock in my mouth. Still, I kept telling myself that I wasn't turned on by his cock and I wasn't going to every do that again. At eighteen I had established my independence from my strict – and sometimes cruel father – and I wasn't going to get caught up with this older guy that was just an extension of my father. I wasn't turned on by guys and I wasn't going to get caught in such an embarrassing position again; on my knees sucking a guy's cock. As I said before, I had avoided him for three days – mostly by staying in my apartment – but I had to go out to the store and Barbara wanted me to come over; with Barbara it was always sex, so this was my chance to prove to myself that it was a onetime thing -- sucking cock – and get back to having sex with a girl. I was walking across the parking lot trying not to look at his apartment – if he didn't see me, I wouldn't have to deal with him – and just wanted to get to my car and get out of here for awhile. No such luck. I was almost to my car when I heard his apartment door open (ignored him and get out of here). "Where you've been hiding?" He called out as I got to my car. "I..hav..haven't..." I started to say. "Ah it's OK," he cut me off, "come over here so I can get a look at you." He was wearing a white terrycloth robe that was tied at his waist and I imagined that he was naked underneath it. I hesitated at my car with the keys in my hand (just open the fucking door, start the car and get the fuck out of here). He smiled (an evil smile) and motioned me with his hand to come over. "Come on," he said again, "just want to see how you're doing. I won't keep you long." (Yeah, just long enough to suck him off; get the fuck out of here) "Well, I really...really...I need to...get going." I couldn't believe how nervous and intimidated I felt; I couldn't even look at him. "Yeah, you've said, but I already told you that I won't keep you long." It was just like my dad talking to me and I always did what my dad said. "O...OK." Was all I could manage as I started walking over to where he was standing in the doorway of his apartment. (What the fuck...why don't I get the hell out of here) he smiled as I approached him and stepped aside and motioned me to come inside his apartment (don't you dare go inside) and I walked into his front room; the same front room I'd been in three days ago. "Take off your coat and sit for a minute." He said walking past me, "I'll be right back." And he walks down the hallway toward his bedroom. (Don't you sit down...get the fuck out of here) and I did as he asked and sat on the couch. He was down there doing something (getting naked?) and I could feel my heart beating and I was breathing hard in anticipation. Then he was back in the front room, but he wasn't naked; he was still wearing his robe (maybe he does just want to talk). He came over and sat in the Easy Chair that was right to the left of where I sat on the couch. "So, we haven't talked since the other day." He was looking at me as he talked. "Yeah, I've been...I mean, I meant to see how...or to talk to you..." I couldn't talk or think straight with him watching me like this. "Hey, it's not that big a deal," he started (not to you, you're the one that got off in my mouth), "it was just one of those things. "Yeah." Was all I could manage. "Have you thought about it?" I knew he was trying to see if I was willingly to suck him off again. "No...no...not really." I found myself looking down as I talked. "Well," he started, "I've thought about it a lot as you can see." I looked over at him and he had opened his robe exposing his long, fat and again hard dick (oh man, I knew this was coming). He laughed when he saw my nervous look and then looked down at his dick and started to stroke his erection. We sat there in silence as he stroked himself and looked at me watching him stroke himself and then back at his dick as he stroked. Then without saying anything he stood up (get out now) and let his robe fall to the floor (he's completely naked again...I can't do this again) and walked across the room to where I sat on the couch and stood in front of me letting his dick point toward my face (It curves up a little too). "Come on," his breath was heavy, "you know you want it, so don't fight the feeling." "Please...," I couldn't believe that my own breath was heavy as I spoke, "I don't want to...I really don't...I...really don't." "You know, it's hard to believe that the other day was your first time." He said as he reached out and started to slowly rub his dick, "Come on baby, and make me cum hard again." "I don't ... I don't think...I can do it again." I was looking up into his face and trying not to look at his hard throbbing dick, "Please don't make ... me." My breathing was heavy and I could feel my own dick getting hard and wished I had left when I had the chance. He reached out with his left hand – still stroking his dick with his right – and gently brushed his hand across my cheek and down across my lips and I opened my mouth and let his finger slowly slide in as I sucked on it. "Like that baby, like that," I looked up as he spoke – still sucking his finger – and his eyes were closed with his head tossed back, "just like that, you are so good at sucking cock and I need you to suck me off so bad" "um...," that was all I could manage as he pulled his finger out of my mouth. "You going to suck me baby?" He was looking into my eyes and he released his dick and let it dangle in front of me. "I don't know." I was staring at his dick (tell him to fuck off) He didn't leave from where he was standing in front of me and I could see precum dribbling out of his dickhead and I couldn't believe how much I didn't want this, but oh some part of me did want it (don't you even thing about it) and I reached out and stroked his dick; he closed his eyes again and let out a long sigh (you're stroking his fucking cock again). He pushed his hips forward and took a step toward me and his cock was now less than an inch from my lips (don't open your mouth) I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of his dickhead and tasted his precum (Don't do this again). "Oh baby, don't tease me," he breathed hard as he spoke, "just open your sweet cock sucking mouth." He reached out with both hands and grabbed my head and pulled me toward his cock. At first I resisted and pulled back, but he was stronger and pulled me to his dick until his dickhead pressed against my lips. "Baby...ahh...come on baby...just...open...your mouth." He held my lips against his dick. (Don't you open your mouth) and I opened my mouth and his cockhead slid in. Like the last time, I could feel my jaw straining to open wide enough to take his cockhead all the way into my mouth. I heard him moaning as more of his dick slid in and I was trying so hard to focus and not choke or gag as his dick pushed down into my mouth. "That's it baby," he pulled me into his dick as he spoke, "don't fight it, just swallow it...oh yeah baby, take my dick into that sweet, sweet mouth." I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I really didn't want to like sucking his cock, but there was something that was so intoxicating as he pushed his hips forward and pulled my head toward him at the same time. His dick filled my mouth so much that I was breathing hard out of my nose and still he pushed more of his cock into my mouth as I slid off of the couch to my knees in front of him. "That's it baby...ohh...ahhh...get into it." I was looking at him but his eyes were closed as he was enjoying my mouth. (You idiot, you're sucking this old fucker off again...you didn't even protest and now your mouth is full of his dick) I could feel his dick pushing to the back of my throat as I breathed heavier and heavier out of my nose. (Fuck, don't gag) I placed my right hand on his hip to steady myself and with my left I grabbed his ass cheek and pulled him toward me – I could feel the tip of his fat meat pushing hard into my throat – I relaxed my throat as much as I could and could feel his cock slide down. "Oh...yeah baby, yeah...deep throat that cock." His breath was so heavy as he spoke. My face was buried into his bush as he held me tight against him and shoved his hips forward fucking my throat as he had the first time I sucked him off (forgot about this shit didn't you) and I could feel him inching down my throat with each thrust of his hips. "Uhg..uhg...ugh...ugh..." was all I could manage as he fucked his cock into my throat. "That's...it...suck me...baby...suck me...hard..." his words broke each time he shoved his dick into me, "yeah baby...you...thinking of my...cum...in...you're...mouth." (He's going to cum in me again...fuck, I don't know if I can do this...why the hell didn't I leave when I had the chance) I knew I'd have to eat his cum and put the thought of it to the back of my mind; it'll be what it will be, but man his dick...oh his dick. I couldn't take anymore of his cock down my throat and pushed against his legs with both hands. He released his gripped on my head and he pulled his dick till just his head was in my mouth – I thought he was going to pull all the way out and I grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and pulled him back to me. He thrust back into my mouth and then out until he got a mouth fucking rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Then he got faster fucking my mouth in and out with such force and I could hear his breath coming in short bursts as he was pushing and ramming his dick into my throat and again holding my face buried into his bush as he tried again to force more of his dick into my throat. He is grunting again and his breathing is hard and fast. He pulls back out, but not because I'm choking and lets me suck hard on his head. I'm licking and running my tongue all over his dickhead, and he grabs my head hard with both hands and starts ramming his cock in my mouth again harder and harder and I can hear his breath coming faster and faster and then he pulls back out of until just the tip is again in my mouth. I run my tongue around that fat tip – pressing my tongue up into the pee slit – sucking his dickhead hard. I knew he was going to cum before he pumped it into my mouth, because I had one hand rubbing his balls and the other was stroking his dick. His balls tensed just before his cum flowed out of his dick and his cock jerked as it started to flow into my mouth; the first load ran across my tongue and I swallowed it as I sucked his dick harder. He pumped another load into me (you're eating his goddamn cum) and I heard him moan as his whole body jerked. I opened my mouth – still jerking his cock and rubbing his balls as I got up more on my knees in front of him – I pulled his dick out of my mouth and jacked him off as his cum shot out across my lips and onto my cheek. I ran my tongue over his dickhead with my mouth open and his cum shot up into the air; some went into my mouth and some was dripping down my chin as I continued to stroke his cock. Then I closed my mouth on that hard, fat and still stiff cock and put my hands on his hips and sucked up and down on his still cumming cock. Cum was filling my mouth and I couldn't understand why this had scared me so much; I wanted him to keep cumming in my mouth. He just stood there as I sucked his cock up and down. I swallowed as much cum as I could, but a lot spilled out of my mouth and down my chin; but I didn't stop sucking as I milked his cock dry. There wasn't any more cum shooting out – a little cum dribbled out of his pee slit and I sucked it out – and then he jerked as his dick became sensitive to my sucking and he pulled his dick out of my mouth. I still had my hands on his hips as he pulled out and I tried to grab his cock; he stepped back and I fell to my hands and knees – coughing a little on the cum I'd swallowed – and licked the cum on my lips and hungrily looked up at him. "Fuck...that was the best goddamn cock sucking I've ever had." He was breathing heavy as he spoke, "This is only your second time, right?" I shook my head yes as I got back to my knees and then rested against the couch – wiping some cum from my chin and licking it off of my fingers – as he stood there watching me. "I knew you liked it," he grabbed his robe from the floor as he spoke, "and I've got a friend that I want you to meet." He put on his robe, "Actually, I have a couple of friends." "What if they don't like me?" I asked. "Oh...they are going to like you fine." He sat back into the easy chair. "What do you say we call them?" (Oh my god, I've sucked his cock again and now he wants me to do his friends) It was back – the dread and regret for having done this again – and I stood up and backed toward the door. I could see that look on his face (he thinks he's got control of you) had turned to confusion. "Hey, where you going?" He swiveled his chair in my direction, "Let's make it a day, OK? I'll get some beer, and call up a few friends...and..." I cut him off. "I'm sorry...I really...am...sorry." My hand was turning the handle on his front door as I spoke. "Wait...it's ok...nothing," he stood up as he spoke, "bad is going to happen...just stay for a minute and talk to me." "I can't..." I had the door open, "I'm sorry...I can't do this anymore." It wasn't walking fast, no, it was running to my car; the key fell out of my hand as I tried to put it in the door lock. He was saying something from the doorway of his apartment, but I couldn't make it out as I bent down and grabbed the keys from the ground. The key wouldn't go in the lock at first and then it was sliding in (don't look at him, just open the door and get the fuck out of here. You know, like you should have done the first time?) and the key turned in the lock. "Hey...did you hear what I said?" I opened the car door as he spoke. "No." I said getting into my car. "I said," there was a look in his eyes that terrified me as he spoke – my father got the same look when he was angry, "if you leave like this, then the next time won't be as..." I'd shut the door and started the engine and couldn't make out exactly what he said, but I think he said "gentle." The next time won't be gentle because he's pissed at me? Fuck him, there's not going to be a next time, and out of anger on my part, I flipped him off as I backed out and drove away. Then I noticed my hands were shaking. Yes, they were shaking in anticipation of the next time. Conflicted First Time Cock Sucker Ch. 03 "I said," there was a look in his eyes that terrified me as he spoke – my father had the same look when he was angry – "if you leave like this, then the next time won't be as..." I'd shut the door and started the engine and couldn't make out exactly what he said, but I think he said "gentle." The next time won't be gentle because he's pissed at me? Fuck him, there's not going to be a next time, and out of anger on my part, I flipped him off as I backed out and drove away. Then I noticed my hands were shaking; yes, they were shaking in anticipation of the next time. After driving for a while it struck me (you've sucked his cock again) what I'd done and I felt like shit; why did I do it again? Sucking cock was something you did if you were "gay;" I'm not gay (you sucked a guys cock twice) and it was hard to shake the shame I felt (Barbara's expecting you) and I knew that Barbara would wonder what took me so long; I had called her just before I'd left my apartment and told her I was on my way (yeah, then you stopped in for some cock and cum). This is something I'd never imagined myself doing – letting a guy feed me his cock – and I knew I wasn't turned on by this him – it was just something in the moment – because I'm straight and I love women; not men (keep telling yourself that). Why had I let this guy do this to me twice and not fought him off? He was an asshole that just wanted to use me to get off and I knew this; yet I still let him use me twice and there was something about it that scared the hell out of me (did you like it?); I assured myself that I didn't like it and it wasn't going to happen again. Barbara answered the door and threw her arms around my neck – I'd never been happier to see her – kissing me on the mouth. Her kiss was long and deep and our tongues mingled (that tongue was licking a cock an hour ago) as her hand softly stroked my cheek. This was what I wanted and needed. "What took you so long?" She said as our embrace finally ended. "What do you mean?" I wasn't ready to answer that question. "You called me over two hours ago and said you were on your way." We walked into the front room and sat on the couch. "Sorry, my dad stopped by and you know how he can be." There wasn't any way I could tell her the truth; so I lied. "God, Paul," she had tears in her eyes, "I love you so much, but sometimes the way you act makes me think you're seeing someone else." "Sweetheart," She turned away as I spoke, "I'm not having sex with anyone else." It may have been another lie, but it was also the truth; to me. Yeah, I'd sucked a guys cock twice in less than a week, (you didn't do it willingly) but in my mind I was forced. Yes, I guess maybe I was, after all, I wasn't looking for cock and this guy had gained some kind of control over me (that's over with) but there wasn't any way I was going to let him take advantage of me again; still, I couldn't explain this to Barbara. "You better not let anyone else touch that beautiful cock of yours," she was sitting next to me on the couch with her hand rubbing my leg, "I love you too much for that to happen, you know?" Fifteen minutes later she was taking my cock into her mouth and the stress of the morning was making it hard for me to sustain an erection (yes, I'd call it stress too) – Barbara complained and said it was further proof I was involved with someone else (yes, I'm involved) – to my horror, the only way I was able to get hard – and I mean really hard – was to think of being on my knees with that fuckers cock in my mouth (god, this is really fucking me up) and after I exploded in her mouth with the help of those thoughts, I swore to myself I'd never have anything to do with him or his cock again (keep telling yourself that). It was 11:30 that night when I got back to the apartment complex and was glad to see that my neighbor's light was out; I didn't want to deal with him giving me shit – I hoped. As I got to my front door, the door to the apartment right next to mine opened and the guy that lived next door – who I'd seen around the complex, but never talked to – came out; locking his door behind him. He looked over at me and smiled. "Hey, how you doing?" He asked. "Good thanks; and you?" I said as I slipped my key into the lock of my door. "I'm good," he started, "and I wish I had time to hang out, but I've got to meet a friend downtown." "Yeah?" Why would he even mention anything about hanging out? "Yeah," he said as he walked out to his car, "another time though." He yelled over his shoulder. When I got inside my apartment, I couldn't help but wonder what he was talking about; hang out? Did he know something about me or was it just me being paranoid? (What could he know?) I shook the thought from my head and went to the fridge to make a sandwich. Later, after watching TV for a few hours – and falling asleep on the couch with the TV still on – I heard a knock on the door. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was – another knock – and I could see the clock in the kitchen; 3:15 in the morning? (Who's knocking on my door this early in the morning?). Then I thought about my neighbor from across the complex (the one that likes to feed you his cock) and I panicked a little – another knock – (just see who it is, but if it's him, don't open that door). After getting to my feet, shaking the drowsiness from my head, I looked through the peephole in my door. It was my neighbor that lived right next to me standing there with another guy (what the fuck does he want). "You think he's still up." I heard one of them say just before I opened the door. My next door neighbor got a big grin on his face as soon as I opened the door and he was holding what looked like an unlit cigarette in his hand. They were both older; my neighbor looked to be around thirty-five and his friend even a little older than him – maybe early forties. "Hey man," it was my neighbor, "didn't mean to wake you, but I saw your light was on and thought maybe you'd want to help us smoke this joint." He held up what I had first thought was a cigarette. "Oh, no...I mean," I was still trying to adjust to waking up, "no...no...I was watching TV and dosed off." "Well, I know you don't know me or," he pointed to the guy he was with, "my friend, but I'm Mark and this is Brad." "He looks too young." His friend said. "No, he just looks young, but he's eighteen," he motioned at me, "isn't that right?" "Yeah, I'm eighteen, but I've smoked joints before." I said. "That's what I was hoping you'd say." He laughed and then extended his hand to shake, "Again, I'm Mark." "I'm Paul." I said, shaking his hand. "What ya say?" He held out the joint again, "You want to get high?" "Oh, yeah," I stepped aside so they could enter, "sure, why not?" (Hang out) I made a nervous laugh as they walked into the front room. Brad sat on the left side of my couch and I sat on the right; Mark sat in the easy chair a few feet away from me. Mark lit the joint and took a deep drag before he passed it to me and I took a deep drag and passed it over to Brad. After a few minutes of passing the joint back and forth – it'd been a while since I've smoked some pot – I felt the effects kick in (damn, that's good pot) and I was stoned. "Hey, I'm going to use your restroom." Mark said getting up and heading down the hallway. "Sure." Was all I could manage. (Damn, I'm so high) Brad and I sat in silence for a few minutes and then he scooted over to the center of the couch, just inches away from me, and placed his hand on my leg. (What the hell is he doing?) I reached down and pushed his hand off. "I heard that you like to play hard to get." He laughed. He put his hand back on my leg and rubbed it gently (fuck, what does he mean I play hard to get) and I tried to push his hand off again, but he resisted and his hand stayed on my leg. He didn't say anything and I was so stoned, that I didn't think I could get up (he's rubbing your leg) as he slowly ran his hand across the top of my leg (don't get hard) and I could feel my cock stirring in my pants; I heard the bathroom door open and Mark was coming back down the hallway to the front room (good, Mark will make him stop). As Mark walked into the front room, I looked over at him with what I'm sure was a look of desperation, but then I saw that Mark (he's fucking naked) had entered wearing no clothes. Brad was rubbing my crotch now as Mark walked over and stood in front of me (he's stroking himself) and I tried to get up but I was really stoned and it didn't take much effort on Brad's part to hold me down on the couch. "Hey man, what's the matter?" Mark had a wicked grin on his face, "Didn't you say you wanted to smoke a joint? " Where had I heard that? It was something from the back of my mind; (something like "Weren't we going to smoke a joint?" No, no it was," I thought we were going to smoke a joint" and then someone says, "what do you think you just did.") What does it mean? It was so well-known in my thoughts, but I couldn't place it. "I...what...we did smoke a joint" I said as Brad held me down. "No, we just got high on some pot, but I asked you if you'd like to smoke a joint...didn't you say you've smoked joints before?" His words were just playing with me. "Well, I didn't understand it to mean anything other than smoking some pot, so as far as I concerned that's what I did; smoke a joint." I said this knowing that even if I had a valid argument, I still didn't have a valid argument with him. "Well, here's what your neighbor told us about you." (He's talked to your neighbor; the one that likes to feed you his dick) He's was still stroking as he talked, "He said all we have to do is mention to smoke a joint and you'd show us how eager you are to suck our cocks; so we actually bring you some pot to share with us, we're also willing to share our two joints with you too." Mark's voice was sarcastic and Brad laughed. "Yeah, but...I...think .... no....I...that doesn't mean..." Mark cut me off. "Well, I guess we heard it wrong from your neighbor across the way," Mark was still stroking his cock as he spoke, "that you love to suck cock." "No...I...I don't..." Brad was back to rubbing my cock through my pants. "Did he lie to us?" Mark continued to stroking himself as he talked, "He said you'd sucked him off twice." "I...no...I mean..." I was trying to get my head around what was going on, but I was so high. "You didn't suck him off?" This time it was Brad. "I...I..." I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants as Brad continued to rub over it and being high actually made what he was doing feel good, "...I did...but...." "Then you can do us too." Mark moved until he was standing right in front of me on the couch, "Come on man, I heard you give great head." "No, I can't...do..." I started. "Yeah, I heard you'd be like this," Brad got off the couch as Mark spoke, "but I also heard that you will give in." (Fuck, not again, I can't do this again) Brad kicked off his shoes and started to unbutton his pants as Mark stood right in front of me. (This can't be happening; I'm too high to deal with this right now) Brad's pants were around his ankles (look at that bulge in his underwear) and I could see the outline of a big dick in his shorts as he kicked his pants aside. (He's taking his underwear down) then he was pulling his shorts off; I saw his dick spring out and slap against his stomach and then he stood up with his dick sticking straight out (Mark's dick is longer than the guy you sucked, but Brad has a smaller dick) and Brad's dick may have been smaller but I noticed that it was really fat (you can't get that into your mouth) as he unbuttoned his shirt. Brad threw his shirt behind him – stroking his cock with his other hand – and then they were standing on either side of me. They didn't say anything at first; just kept stroking their rock hard dicks as they kept them pointed at my face (oh god, I can't do this) and my heart raced. (They're not going to let you go without getting them off) the thought of having either of these dicks in my mouth made my heart pound and I wished there was something I could do to make this stop (you could tell them to fuck off) but they weren't going to stop until they got what they wanted. "Come on now," it was Brad and his voice was heavy as he continued to stroke, "you know you want to, baby." "No, I...I don't." Mark reached over and grabbed me by the back of my neck as I spoke and pulled me forward until my face was about an inch from his cock, "No...please don't...do...this." His laugh made me realize that he didn't care if I protested or not; he was going to make me suck him off. Brad reached over and also grabbed the back of my neck and brought his cock right up to my lips. (No...no) I tried to pull away, but they were both holding me and I wasn't strong enough (Mark's got his hand around your throat now) and they both rubbed their dicks on my lips as they continued to hold me; Brad's grip was strong – now on the back of my head – while Mark was choking me with his hand tight around my neck. "Come on and open that sweet mouth we heard so much about." Mark said as they both held their hard cocks against my lips (precum is oozing onto your lips); I wasn't even sure whose dick was leaking it (both of them). "Um um." I kept my lips shut as I responded. "Come on man," it was Brad this time, "you want these hard dicks and you know it." (Don't do it) I couldn't help but stick my tongue out a little and lick off some of the precum from my lips (fuck, what the hell are you doing) and my tongue brushed against the tip of one of their dicks. (Don't you do it) and they continued to rub – actually push – against my lips (Mark's dick just parted them) and Mark's cock pushed so hard that my lips spread open, but I kept my teeth clenched. "Open wide," Mark released the hold on my neck and placed his hand on the back of my head and Brad let go, "I have something for you to taste." Mark's dick went in first (fuck, fight these pricks) as I was too high to fight them off anymore. He let out a loud moan as I let him slide his cock into my mouth (Brad's rubbing his cockhead against your cheek) and I was glad that he wasn't as fat as the first cock I sucked (he is longer) as his cock slowly glided into my wet mouth (but Brad is fatter than the first dick you sucked) and I knew I'd eventually have to deal with Brad's fat cock. "Oh yes, that's it boy," he grunted as he spoke, "go on and suck that cock, you fucking cocksucker." His voice exploded out of his mouth and his breathing was heavy. "Yeah, he looks so fuckin' young with your cock in his mouth." Brad laughed, "Give him all of your cock... I can wait." He laughed again. (Oh god, I can't do this...I can't suck both of them) Mark was still holding the back of my head – now with both hands as he pushed Brad to the side–his dick slowly inched into my mouth as he thrust his hips forward and then back out (you're getting your mouth fucked again) then back in with a lot of force (you're going to eat more cum) he grunted as he fucked my mouth and I breathed heavy out of my nose; as I had done sucking cock twice before. "You can't tell me this is only his third time sucking cock." Brad laughed, "He knows what he's doing." "Fuck...yeah...he does...fuck...yeah." With each word Mark spoke, he shoved his dick hard into my mouth; as if to emphasize a point (the point being that you give good head). "Yeah, fuck that pricks mouth." Brad said and Mark did just that. (He's giving me too much cock) he pushed more into me, but he still wasn't all the way in my mouth (I can't take anymore, he's already going into my throat) and I knew I wasn't going to last long if I couldn't come up for air. I could actually feel the tip of his dick in my throat and thought I was going to gag if he pushed in anymore, and just when I thought I couldn't take it, he pulled all the way out of my mouth (oh...fuck...air) and his dick's head was right in front of me and I gazed at it dangling there and it was beautiful – I'd never really looked at a cock up close (it's just a dick) – and it felt almost hypnotic (you're fuckin' stoned). "Your turn." Mark said to Brad. As Brad moved over in front of me, I dropped to my knees – which always seemed to be the best position in the past for sucking cock. Brad grabbed my head with one hand and positioned his fat – not nearly as long – cock at my opened mouth and I felt my jaw stretched wide as his dickhead pushed in hard. (Fuck, he's too fat) my mouth was open as much as I could get it and saliva was spilling out of the corners and running down to my chin. "Yeah," Mark laughed now, "give him some dick, why don't you." He laughed again as Brad pushed more of his cock into my mouth. (Goddamn, I don't think it'll fit) Brad grunted as he thrust his hips forward and it felt like his fat dickhead was going to rip my face open and then it just popped inside my mouth and he was in (god, his head is filling my mouth) and he was fucking my face with his dick in and out with so much force I grabbed his hips and held on for dear life. His cock felt so large and I didn't know how I was able to take it all (you're taking it all) as he pushed it against the inside of my cheek; my cheek pushed out every time his dick plunged in my mouth. "That's it, fuck that bitch's mouth." Mark's voice actually scared me as he spoke. "Your cum may give me enough lube to get my whole cock down his throat." They both laughed at that. (Oh god, I can't take anymore of this) I couldn't believe how hard Brad was fucking my face and I had to wrap my arms around his waist to steady myself; his cock was now pushing all the way in and I could feel his big balls slapping my chin (he's breathing so heavy) as my face was now being slammed into his bush. "Fuck him hard, I'm going to call Mac." Mark walked over to my phone as he spoke. (Who the fuck is Mac) there was no way I could take a third dick (he's grunting so loud) but there wasn't any way I thought I could take these guys either; and yet here I was with this fucker pounding his cock into my mouth. I could hear Mark on the phone behind Brad (who the fuck is he calling) and Brad just kept pushing more of his cock into my throat. "Yeah, Brad's giving him a good face fucking right now," I heard Mark say on the phone, "yeah...yeah, he does suck good. I've already had some, but I haven't emptied my load yet, so if you want to see this, you'd better get over here." (Who the fuck is Mac) I knew Brad was getting close by the way he was breathing and although I didn't want this, I couldn't help but feel turned on (what the fuck is the matter with me) but the thought of eating his cum scared the hell out of me (you've done it before, I guess you can do it again). "You getting ready to cum?" it was Mark standing on Brad's left. "Ummm." Was all Brad said as I heard a knock at the door. "There's Mac." Mark said walking to the door. (Who the fuck is Mac) Brad was now back to long slow strokes and I was able to move my hands back to his hip; my right hand reached for his balls and started to rub them (what the fuck are you thinking, he's going to cum in your mouth) and I heard him moan as I gently stroke his big ball sac. "Yep, he does love it." It was a new but familiar sounding voice. "Fuck...I can't last...much...longer." Brad was moving his cock back and forth in my mouth as he spoke. (God, he's going to cum) his balls tensed in my hand and he let out a loud moan as he stopped fucking my mouth and held my head right on his dickhead. He pumped so much juice into my mouth that it just flowed back out and over his dick and down onto his balls; immediately followed by even more cum being pumped out (I can't eat it all). There was so much cum I was having trouble swallowing it all (he's grunting every time he pumps his cum in me); but I did swallow as much as I could. Conflicted First Time Cock Sucker Ch. 03 "Fuck, don't drown him man." It was the voice I'd recognized. "He always shoots a lot of cum." Mark laughed, "I love to watch guys try to take his load." (Who the fuck is Mac) his cum flowed and I sucked hard trying not to let anymore flow out (my hand – and his balls – are covered with cum). Brad's body jerked as he pumped another load of cum (fuck, more cum is spilling out of my mouth; it's too much) and I heard the new guy (Mac) and Mark laugh as I was literally chocking on all the cum in my mouth. More and more cum gushed out (fuck, how much more) but it wasn't quite as much (it's still a lot) and I swallowed it without too much leaking out of my mouth this time. "I've never seen anything like that." It was that familiar voice. "Yeah, I love to watch 'em choke." Mark laughed. Finally he wasn't pumping quite so much cum and now I could swallow it all. He grunted and a little more cum spilled into my mouth – and down my throat – then it was just that familiar dribble of cum that came out of a dick (this shouldn't be familiar) when a guy is completing his orgasm; his dick started to go soft (it's still really fat) as he pulled it out with another pop when the fat dickhead came out of my mouth. "Damn, I love seeing that." I looked up at the voice and my heart sunk. (Fuck, Mac's the fucker I've sucked off before) and Mark was now in front of me lifting me up. He looked at me and shook his head. "You've got cum all over you face." He laughed, "Now hurry up and get naked so I can get off." (Oh god, why are they doing this to me?) there were too many of them to resist, so I stripped off my clothes and stood in front of them naked – as I stripped, so did Mac – and although I was scared, my cock was still hard and throbbing. Mac walked up to where I was standing in front of Mark (he's hard for you again) and I dropped to my knees in front of both of them. They both stood at an angle with their cocks pointed at my face and Mark grabbed my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. "You're right Mac," Mark said as he started to push his dick into my mouth, "he fights for a few minutes, but then he just gives right in, doesn't he?" I heard Mac laugh as Mark slid in more of his dick. Mark now had both of his hands back on my head and pulled my head toward him every time he moved his hips forward (yeah, you're wishing you hadn't open your door) and his cock moved back and forth in my mouth. He let out let gasps of breath every time he thrust his hips at my face and I wanted so bad to be able to touch my own cock, but I held onto his hips just so I could keep up with him. His dick pushed down hard and I felt the tip inch into my throat again (he only has about half his dick in your mouth). He was punishing me with his cock and all I could do was to hold on and let him go crazy in my mouth. Then he pulled out and for the second time tonight – I was little dazed from all the cock I'd been forced to suck – and I stared head on at his monster dick (that was just in your mouth). "OK Mac, get some of this bitch." He was breathing hard as he spoke. Mac now grabbed my head and that cock that had been in my mouth just this afternoon was pushing back in and I placed my left hand on Mac's hip as I jacked off with my right (finally, I can give my cock a little attention). He pushed his dick in and out (he's getting that rhythm going) with his hips thrusting forward and then pulling back (my dick is so fucking hard) and I should have known I'd regret ever having met this fucker; I continued jacking off on my knees as he fed me his cock. "Let me get some more of that, Mac." Mark waited until Mac pulled out before pushing his cock back into my mouth, "I need to see if I can get this cocksucker to take all of my cock." Mark was not gentle as he shoved back into my mouth. Pushing as much of his cock in as he could fit (fuckin' relax your throat) and I could feel the tip going back into my throat; I relaxed as much as I could and felt his dick slowly inching in (he's still not all the way in). Mark held my head as he rammed more and more cock into me and I just held onto his hips and let him fuck my mouth. (He's giving me more of a throat fucking than Mac ever did) his dick pushed in a little more each time he thrust his hips forward and I was doing my best to breathe out of my nose. "Damn, I think you're almost there." Mac was standing right next to Mark as he spoke. He was too (his dick is down your throat) and as the last bit of his dick went in my mouth, my nose was tickled by his bush hair; this didn't stop him from trying to force more down inside of me. His grunts were loud as he held my head in place on his cock and fucked my throat as hard as he could (keep your throat relaxed are you're going to choke and this fucker wouldn't care if you did); my throat was full and I was just happy I hadn't gagged (let him do what he wants; it will end eventually). "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh." More familiar sounds coming out of me with each deep thrust into my throat; he fucked my mouth deep and hard – eventually was taking a long time. He looked down at me as I looked up – or eyes met and I'm sure my eyes looked disparate for this to end – his eyes were lost in the lust of the moment as he continued ramming his cock in and I was now totally his to use anyway he wanted. (Maybe if you rub his balls, he'll catch a nut faster) as I had with Brad, I reached one hand up to his balls and rubbed them softly as he continued to jam his cock down into me. "He's getting so good at this." It was Mac, "I think I'm a good teacher." He and Brad laughed at that. Mark's balls were soft and spongy in my hand and I slowly rubbed them – he didn't let up on the throat fucking –I heard him moaning (he's getting close) so I started rubbing his balls a little harder. His dick was pounding into my throat and his hips were moving so fast back and forth as he grunted louder and fucked my face harder (please cum) and I just wanted this to be over. (Why isn't he cumming yet?) my hand was rubbing his balls trying to entice his cum out and he just kept pounding his dick into my mouth; (I can't take much more) and I reached behind him and rubbed his ass with my other hand. His ass muscles tensed hard every time he thrust his cock forward into me (rub his asshole) and I slowly slid my hand down between his ass cheeks and pushed my index finger against his puckered hole; that finally sent him over the top. "Ahhh....fu...ck...." His cock expanded in my throat. (He's finally going to shoot) with one hand on his balls and the other pushing into his asshole (your fingers going up his ass) Mark's body went ridged and his dick pumped down my throat (fuck, finally) and I was happy – only because this would soon be over – his balls pulled up into the sac as he shot another load (he's moaning so loud) of cum down my throat and I felt his asshole tense around my finger each time his cum pumped out of his dick. Then he pulled all the way out of my mouth – holding my head with one hand and jacking his cock with the other – my mouth was still open wide as several shots of his cum flew straight out across my lips and onto my tongue. He gushed another two shots; one across my lips – some going in my mouth – that landed on my cheek, while the other shot went higher in the air and landed across my nose and into my eye. For some reason, I didn't flinch as the cum shot out of his dick, but had stopped rubbing his balls and ass so I could hold on to his hips with both hands and watched in amazement as more cum pumped out and into my mouth. He grunted as two fast blast came out of his pee-slit, one splashing against my chin and the other one landing as a ribbon of cum across my bottom lip. My mouth closed so I could swallow some of the cum and as I did, he shot another load that hit my lips (that would have gone in your mouth too) and dripped down my chin. I grabbed his cock with one hand and took him back into my mouth just as another load – not a lot – emptied out; I swallowed it all. His body jerked as the last bit of cum also dribbled out of his dick. With my right hand – starting at the base of his shaft – I squeezed his cock and ran my hand up to the tip (you're milking him dry) and he grunted loud as I sucked the last bit of cum out of the his dickhead. Even though he was done cumming, his dick jerked small amounts that I sucked out and swallowed still holding his hips as I ran my mouth up and down his now semi hard cock. Continuing to suck his dick, I looked up into his eyes letting his cock slowly slide back and forth in my mouth (I don't want him to take it out yet) and he looked down at me, but now that he had cum, his eyes didn't look as angry as they had. Then he was done and pulling out (he's still breathing heavy) and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was satisfied. "Fuck, that was hot." Mac said, "Over here cocksucker." Mac grabbed my head and pulled me onto his hard cock (I can handle him better than Mark's cock) and right away he was fucking my face (one more and this is done) not down deep into my mouth, but long slow strokes that slid in and out. It was weird that not only was there a familiarity with Mac, but I was also familiar with his cock (you're not supposed to be familiar with a cock). The size of the head and the length of his meat as he fucked my mouth (he's not ramming into you like Mark did) with long slow strokes; almost as if he took pity on me after the face fucking Mark had given. With one hand I rubbed his balls as I stroked the base of his cock and moved my head up and down on his dickhead (you still haven't cum) feeling my own dick throbbing between my legs. If he thought I sucked him good before, I wanted to make sure he never forgot this time (why do you care). Both of my hands were now rubbing around his ball sac and the base of his cock and I could tell from the moans he was surprised how much I was into sucking him off (so am I). "You're learning, boy." He let out a moan after he spoke. "Fuck, he's worshiping your cock, Mac." It was Mark, "I'm telling you though, that didn't feel like head from a beginner, I think he's had previous experience; a lot of previous experience." "Oh...oh...yeah...oh." Was all Mac could manage. (He's going to cum) I wasn't scared of his cum now, because I didn't have a choice and I moved my head up and down on his dick – taking about half his cock into my mouth and stroking the other half with both of my hands – and I actually felt his dick swell in my mouth (he's going to cum) and I started sucking harder and faster. "Ahh...ahhh...fuck....ahhh." Even though my eyes were closed as I worked his cock, I knew his were too as those sounds escaped his mouth. To finish him off, I started sucking hard on his dickhead; running my tongue around the tip and licking into his pee-slit (his balls feel so good) and sucking the head as hard as I could. Both his hands were holding my head and his knees buckled as the first shot entered my mouth and I swallowed it all just before the next shot of his juice flowed out. It was true that I was learning, because I've already learned that it's much easier to handle a man's cum if you suck just the tip of their dick when they're shooting. "Ahh...ohh...uh, uh, uh...ahhh." Were the sounds Mac made as he emptied his cum in me. There were two more big shots of cum before he started to slow down and go limp. His dick finally came out of my mouth – I sucked the last bit of cum off the tip – and he stood above me breathing heavy; face flushed. "Fuck, boy," Mac was trying to catch his breath, "when you put your mind to it, you can really suck cock." Brad was already dressed and Mark was getting dressed when I got back on the couch. Mac came over and sat next to me (his cock is still oozing some cum) and started to stroke my still hard cock. While he stroked he looked into my eyes and maybe it was because I was so turned on, but I felt something toward him (yes, because he's stroking your dick, that's all; it will leave as soon as he does and then you're back to hating him) and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him as my cum built in my balls. "This is what you want." He whispered in my ear as he continued to stroke my cock; with my arms wrapped around his neck, I laid against his chest, "This is what you desire and need." My arms were tight around his neck as the first wave of cum left my balls and ran up my dick. "Ahhh..." My first shot made its way out of my dick and squirted into the air and landed on Mac's stomach and hand. "That's it boy," My body quivered against him as my cum boiled up (Barbara never made me cum like this) and flowed out of my cock, "it feels good to release it." He pumped another load out that made me jerk hard as I held him tight. "Fuck, Mac," Mark's voice had a tinge of distain in it, "you two sweethearts now?" "Sometimes control comes through affection." Mac spoke gently as he stroked my dick, "And sometimes you got to give a little Mark, to get a lot." My dick wasn't shooting as violently as it had and I let go of Mac and fell back until I was lying on the couch (you wrapped your goddamn arms around him). The hard on was gone and I breathed heavy watching Mac (his eyes are cold) realizing that he wasn't being nice to me when he jacked me off, but instead he was just trying to control me with his pretend warmth. (You've now been used by three different men) and I felt like crying knowing that they saw me as nothing more than a plaything and yet they had made me do something extremely intimate with them. Something that you'd do with someone you loved and had affection for, but to all of these fuckers, I was nothing more than someone to help them get off; someone to help them catch a nut. As I laid there watching Brad and Mark getting ready to leave, Mac went into the kitchen and got the towel hanging on the stove and wiped my cum off of him as he walked back to where I sat on the couch. Watching him, I couldn't believe this had all happened – it was dreamlike, but it wasn't a dream. "We will do this again." He was still wiping off my cum as he spoke. He handed me the towel and I started to wipe the cum off my face, but I didn't answer him. "Hey guys, thanks for your help." Mac said to Brad and Mark as they left my apartment and then he turned back to me, "You'll never know if someone new you meet is someone that I've set up to meet you; even women. So, you either come over to my apartment on your own tomorrow, or I'll plan another party for you." I sat in silence as he spoke and knew I hated this man, "And you will suck who I say you will suck or the next time it will be five or six guys at once; and I know a lot of guys with big dicks that would love to get off in your mouth." He was dressed and standing at the door to leave (fuck you) and I was still naked on the couch. He opened the door and smiled as he turned back to face me. "I really am the first dick you sucked, right?" The smile never left his face, "Hmm, I wonder." "Fuck you." I yelled, but after he'd left and shut the door behind him. (Three more dicks in your mouth) I couldn't believe that I had just sucked off three cocks and that I'd sucked Mac (he now has a name) twice today (he's not going to leave you alone). What the fuck am I going to do, I wondered, knowing there was no way that I wanted to do this again, but not knowing how I could now stop it; he's not going to leave me alone (He'll be back one way or another) and I laid on the couch still naked and fell asleep from exhaustion. Sleep brought dreams – dirty nasty dreams – of me on my knees sucking a cock; even my dreams betrayed me. Conflicted First Time Cock Sucker He finally says something as he throws a towel at me, "Clean yourself up cocksucker." I want more...fuck I want more. He stops before he goes down the hallway to the bathroom, "Was that your first time?" he asks. I shake my head up and down as I'm wiping the cum from my face. "Well, you handled my cock pretty good," he says "most guys, even guys that suck a lot of cock, can't do as well as you just did." I just look at him; I don't know how to respond. "If you want more, I'll be here later tonight, and I like a guy that can take it rough." Then I say, "I thought you said we were going to smoke a joint." "What do you think you just did?" he says as he heads down to the bathroom.