3 comments/ 34948 views/ 21 favorites Trent's First Cock Ch. 01 By: ArmyBottom I never believed I would have the courage to suck a cock. Since I was eighteen, I had fantasized, but was too terrified to go any further than masturbation. Besides, I loved fucking women almost enough to forget about my taboo obsession. And an obsession it was. Every night, lying in bed, I would rub my cock up and down, dreaming it was another man's. As often as I could, I would visit gay chat rooms, detailing my fantasies with strangers and jerking off. To my delight, I produced plenty of cum to play with. I would explode in my hand and suck my fingers like a child eating an ice cream cone. Other times, I would shoot stream after stream into a shot glass, hold it up against the light to inspect my prize, and pour the warm load into my mouth. At first, I couldn't stand the taste, but after leaving it linger on my tongue again and again, I grew to love it. That only made things worse for me. I would cum on my desk next to the computer and lap it up like a hungry dog. As I built up more courage, I would watch myself masturbate in the mirror, admiring my cock as my hand slid up and down the hard shaft. When I couldn't take it anymore, I would build up to a thunderous orgasm, and gaze in wonderment as perfect white ropes of cum splashed against the glass. As quickly as I could, I would drop to my knees, licking and sucking the flavorful fluid off the cold surface. Sometimes I would rub my face on the mirror, covering myself in my own juices, watching myself perform the depraved spectacle with delight. My favorite was to lay on my back, throw my legs over my head, and cum all over myself and into my open mouth. Using my free hand, I would smear the hot liquid all over my face, savoring the smell and the sensation. I felt like such a dirty whore, like the women I had watched in porn movies, turned on to the point of delirium as I coated my cheeks and forehead. As I grew more brave, I would take it as far as I could, almost begging to be caught. I would cum into a shot glass, pour the liquid onto my tongue without swallowing, and walk downstairs to greet my roommate for the morning, cum still warm in my closed mouth. I waited for him to say hello, then swallow my salty treasure, and respond quickly, cum on my hot breath. Could he smell it? I wondered. My hands would shake in excitement as I smiled to myself, feeling like perfect cum-slut. Years passed, and my adventures continued. I eventually got my own place, immediately taking advantage of the freedom and privacy that allowed. Coincidentally, it was at that point I began dreaming of being fucked by a man as well. Anything I could find, I would shove into my tight asshole as I jerked off. I simply couldn't get enough. I would lay back, flip my legs over my head, and stare straight at my throbbing cock as I jacked off, lubing up the neck of a wine bottle with my own spit, barely able to control myself. My favorite moment was when the bottle would just pop into my asshole, right before it slid in. Fucking myself slowly, I would angle the bottle against my g-spot, feeling the tingle at the base of my dick as I stroked myself. And then I would come. Buckets of my perfect cum on my neck, my face, in my eyes, in my waiting mouth; God, I loved it. I could feel my asshole clench against the bottle, pulsing with my ejaculations, forcing it outward until I shoved it back in again and again. Once my orgasm subsided, I would let my legs back onto the floor, covered in the delicious juice, my mind in a haze. Many a woman saw the inside of my bedroom as well, but I enjoyed even more when I was by myself. I revelled in my independence as I satisfied my every desire. Except sucking a cock. I wanted one so badly that I could almost feel my mouth stretch around a perfect dick, feel my lips slipping over the ridge of the head, taste the cum shooting against the back of my throat. But it was not to be. After turning twenty-one, I joined the Army, and predictably, these activities ceased. I couldn't even imagine how bad a beating I would take at the hands of my comrades if I got caught in the middle of my self-fucking sessions. But as all urges go, they can only be suppressed for so long. I was completely exasperated. Fortunately, however, a solution presented itself in time as I began moving up in rank. "RHIP," the saying goes. Rank has its privileges. I eventually had a room to myself, no longer having to contend with a roommate like the rest of the junior enlisted. I wasted not a moment making up for lost time. As soon as I moved the last item into my new room, I locked the door, undressed, grabbed an empty beer bottle and balanced on the back of my neck. A bead of precum was already forming on my cock, as I took the neck of the bottle in my mouth, getting it dripping wet for my ass. I pushed it into my asshole, the familiar feeling of pressure and intense pleasure flooding right back to me. My ass was tight, not having fucked myself in months. I ignored the slight ache, using the thumb of my free hand to swipe the precum off the tip of my throbbing dick, immediately putting it in my mouth and sucking it off. A loud knock on my door interrupted me. I froze with horror. "Trent, come on man. Let's go to the bar." I relaxed, stifling a laugh. If only they could see what I was doing behind the door. "Dude, stop jerking off and let's go!" If they only knew. I mustered some excuse about having to unpack all my stuff, and my platoon-mates eventually left. The excitement of my lurid exercise proved too much. Inside a minute, I came all over my face. I wanted to get it all into my mouth, but I knew with the amount I was cumming, that was impossible. I was in absolute bliss. I continued to fuck myself and stroke my cock as I was rocked with the strongest orgasm I had ever had. I lay flat on my bed, my face covered in hot cum, bottle still in my ass, unable to move, my chest heaving. So was my arousal that within in a minute, I could feel my cock stirring again. I used my hand to gather my cum, intent on using it as lubricant for my next session. Never in my life had I been so turned on. My dick, fully hard at this point, was already throbbing as I grabbed it with my cum-filled hand. Up and down the shaft, over the head, and down onto my balls, I spread my cum. I would stop periodically to wipe more of the liquid from my face and chest. I shut my eyes in absolute pleasure. My cock hardened my hand as drew closer to orgasm. My toes curled and my legs straightened, as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through my body. My dick stiffened one final time, and I came again. My asshole squeezed the bottle as streams of cum looped back onto my chest and stomach, the excess landing on the bed and on the floor. As my cock softened, I reluctantly withdrew the glass tool from inside me. I stood up, walked slowly to the mirror, and was greeted with the most magnificent sight. I was completely covered with my ejaculate. My face, my neck, chest, stomach and thighs. What a fucking cum-whore I had become. I loved it. It was at that moment I knew, despite how much I enjoyed these occasions, I had to have the real thing. I needed cock. I needed to feel it sliding in and out of my mouth. I needed to taste the cum of another man, feel the hot liquid spraying all over me without my control. I needed to be utterly used. I needed to be fucked. I needed cum in my ass. I needed to become the slut that I knew I was. I wiped myself down with a towel, too tired to eat the cooling cum from my body. I jumped in the shower quickly, and returned to my room to get dressed. As I did, my phone rang. "Trent! You need to get down here now! There are a million girls running around!" I resisted. "Dude! Let's go!" Against my better judgement, I relented. "Fuck it. I'll see you guys in a bit." I could unpack later, I decided. I jumped in my vehicle, sped down to join my friends, and before I knew it, sat down with them at a corner booth. They were right. There were gorgeous women everywhere. It was like a Fellini movie. At that moment, our server, having just seen me sit down, approached and asked me what I wanted to drink. I ordered a bourbon. "Honey, I'm gonna have to see your ID first. You look way to young to be in here." My friends laughed as I fished my wallet from my pants, "I think he likes you, dude." Our server rolled his eyes, glanced at my license, and stomped off, clearly offended. I felt badly, but there was nothing I could do. However, I did need to use the bathroom. I hopped up from my seat. "I'm going to piss," I said." Don't drink my shit." On the way, I bumped into our waiter. I apologized quickly. "Hey, man. I'm sorry about my friends. They didn't mean anything by what they said." He sighed. "Yes, they did, and you know it." He laughed. "I'm Eric. Don't worry. You're sweet. I promise not to spit in your drink." The night wore on, and my friends becoming increasingly obnoxious towards our server, who became more and more upset. I felt terrible. As everyone stood up to leave, I went back to look for Eric to make amends for everyone's behavior. He seemed genuinely surprised. "How are you going to make it up to me?" I laughed uncomfortably at his flirtation. Eric looked into my eyes briefly, then placed his hand on my forearm and gave it a squeeze. "I could think of something," he said, smiling. Without my consent, my cock stirred in my pants. Eric looked down at the slight bulge with a wry smile. "I thought so." He pulled out a receipt, scrawled his number on it, and shoved the paper into my front pocket, his hand brushing my hardening dick. "Call me." My throat was dry, and my hands shook. I nodded, knowing I was about to cross a line that couldn't be uncrossed. With a wink, Eric walked away, knowing he had me. Despite my nervousness, I couldn't help but grin. "Good thing I decided to go out tonight." I said to myself. I stuck my hand in my pocket to rearrange my protruding hardness. As I walked away, I could feel my heart pounding with excitement and fear. I couldn't believe it. This was finally going to happen. Trent's First Cock Ch. 02 I found myself sitting on Eric's bed, not quite believing what was happening. Finally, after waiting four agonizingly slow hours until he finished his shift at the bar, I was here. My heart thumped in my chest; I was certain he could hear it. My hands shook in my lap. He touched my leg, assuring me, "It's okay. You don't have to be nervous." He stood, telling me, "I'm going to take a shower. Give me ten minutes." "Do you mind shaving?" I asked. "No problem," he said with a smile. "I'll be nice and smooth for you." He entered the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the water in the background as I kicked off my shoes and lay back, trying to calm myself down. I rubbed my cock through my jeans, unable to contain my excitement. Minutes seemed like hours as I waited. Finally, Eric emerged from the bathroom in a towel. He sat next to me on the bed. "Why don't take your clothes off?" he suggested. I stripped nervously. As I took off my underwear, my previously restrained dick sprang to rapt attention. He eyed it carefully as I stood before him. "Ready to go, huh?" he asked with a grin. "Oh, I'm ready," I responded. "Why don't you open that towel?" He lay back on the bed and peeled the white cloth from his waist, revealing his beautiful erect cock. Seven inches long, wonderfully thick, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I stared at it, mesmerized. I couldn't move. Eric whispered to me, "Go ahead." Years of pent-up desired engulfed me. The countless occasions in which I had fantasized about this moment flashed before my eyes. The moment had finally arrived. Without my consent, my right hand reached out and wrapped itself around his shaft. It was warm, rock hard, yet somehow soft at the same time. I slowly began jerking him off, feeling the skin slide up and down in my hand. With my left, I cupped his balls, massaging them softly, feeling the weight of them against my palm. They were moist, hairless, and smooth. All of my inhibitions evaporated. There was just me and this perfect cock, inches away from my face. I knelt on the floor, time slowing down as I moved closer and closer. I licked his precum and pulled back, leaving a sparkling trail to my mouth dangling in the air. Savoring the bitter, salty taste, I leaned forward and sucked down the rest. I slowly tongued the sensitive spot just below the tip of his dick. To my delight, Eric inhaled sharply, enjoying the sensation. Unable to hold back any longer, I descended on his cock, taking the head into my mouth. I paused, savoring the feeling of giving my first blowjob. The moment was even better than I had imagined. My dick throbbed. I knew that if I even brushed it with my hand, I would come. I was wild with arousal. My wet lips slid down his shaft; I felt him against my tongue as I moved downward. Then back up, the head gliding across the roof of my mouth. Then down again. Then up. I was in absolute heaven as I sucked him. In and out of my mouth he slid, again and again. I completely lost track of time. I looked up at Eric. He stared down at me, and pulled my mouth off of him. "Suck my balls." he told me. Dutifully, I took one in my mouth, suckling softly and making circles on his sack with my tongue. He moaned, his eyes closed, and rolled his head back. His pleasure turned me on even more. With my right hand, I jacked him off slowly, sliding up and down his slick cock. I had to use my left to keep his balls in my mouth as I continued to lick him. Eric grabbed me again, and lifted my head upwards. My lips slid over the head of his dick, my tongue fishing out precum from the hole. Up and down I went on him, not wanting the dance to end. I popped the head out of my mouth, pausing to suck more precum off the tip. The taste drove me wild. I flattened my tongue and licked his cock from the base, all the way to the tip, then back down again. I felt like such a perfect cock-whore. Without realizing what I was doing, I rubbed his dick all over my face, tonguing his balls while I moaned with pleasure. Inch by inch, I took him in my mouth. I wanted as much of him inside me as I could take. My mouth was completely full as his dick touched the back of my throat. To my disappointment, My lips closed around his shaft; I slid it in and out of my mouth, feathering under the tip of his cock with my tongue. Eric breathed heavily. Despite my excitement, my mouth began to tire. Reluctantly, slowly, I pulled off of his dick. I gripped the shaft, still slick from my oral attention, and jerked him off, twisting my wrist every time I reached the head. Eric leaned his head back and moaned, running his hands over his body with excitement. I couldn't believe I was doing this to him my first time. I knew my efforts were clumsy, but I loved that I was able to elicit these reactions from him. Using both my hands, I rubbed every inch of his cock, then turned my attention back to his balls. I cupped them, felt the size of them in my hand, and returned to licking them. Drawing all the spit I could from my mouth, I wetted his shaft, wrapped both my hands around it, and jerked him off, twisting both hands back and forth in opposite directions. Eric tried to push me away as he told me, "You're gonna make me come." Immediately, I wrapped my lips around his cock. I removed one of my hands to play with his balls, then squeezed my other up and down the length of his shaft while sucking on the head and tonguing the just below it. He began breathing heavily, his chest heaving, mouth wide open. Eric softly grabbed both sides of my head, pulling my hair, overtaken with pleasure. "Don't...don't stop." he begged. He needn't have worried. There was nothing in the world that could have pulled me away at that moment. I felt his balls tighten and pulse in my hand. And then it happened. A hot, salty stream of cum exploded into my mouth. Then another. Then another. I could feel the hot liquid pooling in the back of my throat, and there was only more. And more. I tongued his cock with a renewed fury, wanting every ounce of his hot load. I continued jerking him off slowly, milking every drop of cum from him. I was absolutely crazed with arousal. His dick slipped out of my mouth. But I still had his cum. I swirled it around my tongue, savoring the taste, enjoying the warmth. Then I swallowed. His cum slid down my throat as I grabbed his cock, wrapping my lips around it again, not wanting the moment to end. I sucked the tip, hoping for a final few drops of the magical fluid, and I was rewarded for my efforts. Eric collapsed against his bed, breathing heavily, eyes closed, running his hands through his hair. "That was incredible. Not bad for your first time," Eric whispered. "Now lay down. It's my turn." He sat up and grabbed for my cock, but I stopped him, pulling his hand away. "I want to come while you're fucking me." I told him. He smiled, surprised at my confidence. I lay down on the bed as he stood up to grab condoms and lube. Once again, my heart pounded. I just sucked a cock, swallowed another man's cum, and now I was about to get fucked. Eric returned to the bed, and sat at my feet. He squirted some lube onto his hands, looking downward at my cock. He crawled forward, and with his elbows, spread my legs. He grabbed my dick and began sliding his hands all around the shaft, up and down, side to side, using his thumbs to tease me. He leaned forward and began licking my balls as he rubbed me. I was in pure ecstasy. I arched my back, moaning, my eyes shut. Without warning, he stopped. I opened my eyes and looked at him with disappointment. "There's more to come, I promise." he said, smiling. He sat up onto his knees, and pushed my legs back towards me to himself better access to my hole. Using his already-lubed middle and index fingers, he began rubbing my asshole. Electricity shot through me. Instantly, I slammed my head back into the pillows, overwhelmed with pleasure. Then he bent his middle finger, and began teasing me with his knuckle, pressing on my opening, twisting it back and forth like a screwdriver. As he continued to play with my ass, I felt his now-hard dick rubbing against my leg. Then my balls. Then he did the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. He grabbed both our cocks in one hand, jerking us both off at the same time, then began fucking the air, rubbing our cocks together back and forth. Precum oozed out of me as my cock throbbed, pulsing quickly. I had never been this turned on in my life. And he knew it. He enjoyed the power he had over me as he continued to play. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to beg. And I was going to. "Eric, please fuck me. Stop teasing me. I need your cock inside me." I told him. Looking directly into his eyes, I said, "Fuck me. Please fuck me now." Apparently satisfied, Eric finally pulled out a condom, tore open the package with his teeth, and began rolling it down onto his hard dick. "Is this what you want?" he asked. "Tell me you want it." I had had enough. I grabbed his cock and touched it directly to my exposed asshole. "Fuck me." I demanded. He squirted more lube onto his hand, spreading it all over his dick, and putting more on my ass. He began jerking me off as he pressed against my hole. "Are you ready?" he asked me. "Yes," I replied. "Just go slow." I relaxed, and he leaned into me. I felt the first centimeter, then the next, then the next, pushing into my ass. I felt like I was being split open as his intrusion widened more and more, slowly and slowly deeper. Then suddenly, the head of his dick popped inside me. I moaned, ignoring the pain. I was being fucked. The last line had been crossed. Ever slowly, he kept moving his cock in me, pausing every few seconds to let my ass adjust. I looked down, and realized over half his length was inside me. The sight of his dick sliding in my ass was almost too much to handle. I swatted his hand away, stopping him from playing with my cock. "I don't want to come yet. You have no idea how turned on I am. Just fuck me." I told him. He complied, sliding in all the way. I felt his body pressed against the back of my legs, his balls touching my ass. He pulled my ankles onto his shoulders and cocked my legs back against me, pushing down on from the back of my knees, leaning on top of me. My ass was stretched to the absolute limit as all his weight was on his cock, shoved as far inside me as it would go. In truth, it hurt more than it was pleasurable, but seeing him fuck me was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My cock throbbed incessantly. And then he began sliding back out. And I somehow became even more aroused. Slowly, I felt his dick pulling out of me. Then sliding back in. Then out. Then in. "Your ass is so fucking tight," he whispered as he fucked me. Precum dripped out of my cock with every stroke of his dick inside me. But I wanted more. The condom made his dick feel cold, somehow mechanical. I begged him, "Please take off the condom. I need to feel you. I want you to come in my ass." He was hesitant, but too caught up in the moment to say no. Slowly, he withdrew, and pulled off the latex covering his dick. Then he pushed back inside me, much faster this time. Without the rubber on, it somehow felt more real. It was as if I could feel every vein, every inch, every single part of him. My ass was stretched to the point of pain, but with his bare dick in me, it was incredible. Precum continued to ooze out of me as he fucked my ass. I reached down, swabbing up as much as I could with my fingers and gobbled it down. Eric paused. "Roll over," he told me. "Get on your hands and knees." The words conjured countless images of the women I'd fucked over the years, completely submitting, simply taking whatever I gave them. And I was about to do the same. I couldn't turn around fast enough. He entered me again, shoving his hard, slick cock deep in my ass. I felt his balls against mine as he grabbed my hips with both hands and began fucking me in earnest. Hard and fast he drilled me, his body slapping against my ass, cock penetrating me incredibly deep. Much like before, it did not feel entirely pleasurable, but the idea of it was so amazing that I was more excited than I had ever been. I looked over my shoulder at him, watched him close his eyes in satisfaction, hands curled around the creases in my hips. With my right hand, I reached between my legs and massaged his balls as he drove in and out of me. He moaned, and slapped my ass. Then again, then reached forward, grabbed me by the hair, and pulled my head back. "Do you like that cock?" he whispered forcefully. "Do you like my hard cock in your ass?" "I love it," I responded. "Don't stop fucking me until you come." Seeing him so turned on drove me wild. I began stroking myself, knowing I would only last a few minutes. My cock grew harder and harder as he pounded my ass, and I jerked furiously. And then it happened. Eric grabbed me by the hair again, whispering into my ear, "Do you want me to come? Do you want my cum in your ass?" "Do it," I pleaded. "Fill me up with your hot cum." "Beg me for it," he told me. "Beg me for my cum." Before I could respond, he released my hair, and gripped my hips even harder. "Fuck...you're gonna make me come." He shoved his cock in me as deep as it would go, then paused. Then he did it. I felt a jet of hot cum inside me, filling me up. Followed by another, and yet more as he continued injecting me with his load. I felt the heat from his cum filling my ass, filling me with his hot seed. It was the most incredible feeling I had every experienced, far beyond what I could have possibly imagined. That was too much. I felt energy building from deep inside me, my heart racing, my free hand gripping the bed, my toes curling. Eric continued filling me, driving me over the edge. My ass pulsed, gripping his cock as I stroked mine. And then I came. I was inundated by wave after wave of pleasure flowing throughout me entire body. Cum shot out of me with an intensity I had never felt, showering the sheets below me. I was completely gripped by the force of my orgasm, completely at its mercy. I didn't know such ecstasy was possible. And I couldn't stop. I inhaled and exhaled though my mouth in short, ragged bursts, unable even to fully breathe, so strong was my pleasure. My body continued spasming, as my throes, to my dismay, began to fade. It was only then that I noticed that Eric had already pulled out of me. His cum dripped out of my ass, down my dick and off the tip, mixing with my own. I released my slowly softening cock, rubbing our cum all over my balls and my shaft, pulling my hand to my mouth, and licking it clean. Finally, I was able to catch my breath. I remained with my face flat against the mattress, desperate to hold on to the moment. My legs were spread, my ass arched in the air like a whore, my body soiled with cum and sweat, completely used. I was simply unable to move. I didn't care what happened next. I was complete. All I knew was that nothing would ever, ever be the same.