Because I Wanted to Part-1-of-1
I've read all kinds of stories on the inter-net about guys who were coerced into sucking cocks by a boyhood friend, an older relative, a trusted family friend or what have you or a myriad of reason too numerous to list. I can't use any of those excuses. The truth is I started sucking cocks because I wanted too. That's right, no one tricked me into it or anything like that I did with my eyes wide open with no illusions about the consequences. I did it because I wanted to.
It all started about a year ago. I got snowed-in in some backwater town in Montana while I was there on a business trip and had to spend three boring days and three even more boring nights in a sleazy little motel on the edge of town. The only redeeming factor for the motel was a twenty four hour Denny's within walking distance and cable TV with a porno channel. The first time I tried to watch a porn movie I discovered it only got one porno channel...a gay porno channel.
Of course I'm sure most of it was acting but the guys sucking cock seemed to be having so much fun that I was fascinated. By the time the weather broke and I was able to leave I'd made up my mind and try it. Not being a fool I knew what affect it could have on my accounting firm. This was still the Bible belt and homophobia.
All my life I'd always did exactly what I wanted to do. The only influence I let others have on my actions was how discrete I had to be. This would be no exception.
As I said, I owned an accounting firm that employed a dozen of the best CPAs in the country. Our service was the best money could buy and our price reflected that.
A large conglomerate wanted to purchase a small insignificant firm to get a patent that the company owned.
Before the sale went through the larger company wanted to be sure the debts that they acquired with the little company didn't out weight the benefit of getting the patent. Hence they hired my firm to audit the books and look for hidden liabilities. The president of the big company wanted me to do the job personally rather than one of my employees and was will to pay my inflated fee to get me.
So at the beginning of summer i found myself living in an extremely nice beach house for the summer compliments of the large company. It wouldn't show up on their bill as a beach house but they would pay none the less.
When the realtor showed me around and gave me my key, since I planed on working out of the beach house I was a little concerned when she told me that the owner of the house next door was letting his nephew use the house for the summer before he went off to college.
All I needed was a parade of drunken teenagers and endless loud parties next door when I was trying to work.
The first time I saw him it was right before sundown. When I first saw him I couldn't believe my eyes. He was a young Greek god. He was around six feet tall with what they describe as a sleek swimmers body but with enough muscles to tell that he worked out with weights. But not to the point of getting too pumped up, just enough for strength. He had a bronze tan; sun bleached stylishly tousled blonde hair and the bluest eyes that you could imagine.
I quickly learned that right before sundown everyday he ran a mile down the beach and back. He'd come out wearing what looked more like panty briefs than jogging shorts and do his stretches. Then he'd jog barefooted on the sand for a mile up the beach and back.
His pubescent body would be covered by a fine sheen of perspiration and obviously aroused by the run, he'd have an erection. His panties were so tiny and so tight that when he came back his erection would stick up good two inches above the waist band of his panties in clear sight. It was clear for all to see that he wasn't uncircumcised.
When he ran he was beautiful to watch. He moved with a feline grace, his muscles rippling powerfully under his bronze skin like that of a through breed race horse. When he returned with a fine sheen of perspiration I wanted to lick the moisture off his erect nipples.
The first week I watched him discretely from inside the house. But as I got more aroused I moved out on the deck and watched him openly. He wasn't the least bit shy and didn't seem to mind my watching him do his stretches. In fact he seemed to expect it.
Our houses were about thirty feet higher than the beach and were so close together that we shared stairs down to the beach and our decks were only separated by a low railing. After I'd openly watched him return from his run for a week, I tossed him a cold bottle of Lemon Lime Gatorade when he got to the top of the stairs, saying, "You look like you need this."
"Thanks," he said.
Being a polite young man Chris lingered to make small talk while he drank it. It became our custom for me to toss him a bottle of Gatorade every day and for him to make small talk while he drank it. Although I was seated, Chris still keyed up from the run he would pace while we chatted. As we chatted, he would often pause with his crotch only inches from my face as we talked. It was all I could do not to keep my mouth off of him.
Chris's deck had an out door shower for rinsing off the sand before going in the house. One day after I handed him his Gatorade he asked, "Would you be offended if I rinsed off before I sat down and drink this?"
Of course I said, "No."
When Chris rinsed off and his panties got wet, they became so sheer that I could count the hairs on his tight balls. There was no way that he didn't know that I was staring at his crotch while we talk. This went on for two days and then I said, "For all the good you shorts do you after they get wet you might as well take them off."
The next day Chris casually stripped off his panties before he showered and sat naked while we chatted. His cock was beautiful...a thick tube of flesh with a reddish/purple head peeking out of his the wrinkles of his foreskin jutted out from a thick clump of curly black pubic hair. Below it hung two golf ball size balls in his wrinkled nut sack. It was all I could do to keep my face out of his lap while we talked.
The third day of being naked when Chris came over after his shower for his Gatorade and conversation, I told him, "I left the Gatorade in the kitchen. Come on in and I'll get you one."
Inside I got him a Gatorade out of the fridge and Chris leaned casually against the kitchen counter while he drank it and we chatted. He didn't seem to mind when I just as casually took his flaccid cock in the palm of my hand like I was hefting it to test its weight.
We stood and chatted like that until Chris's cock started hardening in my hand. Chris's cock soft was a fat five inches. Had I not seen it in that state, the skin pulled back so far that when it attained its hard eight inches I wouldn't have been able to tell that he wasn't circumcised. Then I fell helpless to my knees in front of him, face-to-face with a very large and very hard cock. It was standing straight up, giving me a view that made me dizzy; Chris's large low-hanging balls, leading to his glistening shaft, veins bulging in every direction...its dark plum-shaped head, a droplet of pre-cum now dripping ever so slowly off the head...flat, rippled abs above that and him looking down at me with pure lust on his face.
As our eyes met I slipped that reddish/purple head between my lips and ran my tongue all around it in my mouth. As Chris held my head and slid his cock in and out, I knew that I was where I belonged...on my knees with a mouth full of his hard cock, my lips wrapped around its shaft.
"Your first time isn't it?" Chris asked as his cock continued move smoothly in and out of my mouth.
"Yes."
"I knew that it had to be," he chuckled, "otherwise you wouldn't have taken so long to make your move."
"Am I doing it right?" I asked around a mouthful of his hard cock.
"It feels right to me, but I'm no authority. It's my first time too."
Then my mouth got too busy for any more conversation.
After I finished sucking him off and swallowing what must have been a pint of cum, I asked, "Was it really your first time?"
"Yes. Not to brag but I've always had a pretty face and body so older men have been after me since I was a kid. I wasn't even safe at school. The male teachers and even one principal tried to touch me inappropriately. In gym class the coaches were all so worried about my hygiene that they wanted to help me take a bath. But you were different. You obviously wanted me but you restrained yourself and just tried to be my friend. After I decided that you were going to be the one and I flaunted my nakedness in your face you still tried to hold back. Honestly I thought I was going to have to stick my cock in your mouth to get you to make your move."
Then Chris asked, "Did you like it?"
"I'm here to tell you...," I said with a grin. "You've NEVER had a sexual experience like the one when you let another man shoot a load in your mouth and you feel each burst of cum hitting the back of your throat. It was mind bending counting the number of shots as I swallowed your cum."
As I still sat out on the deck, I watch him stretch his lithesome body and then like a gazelle run out of sight down the beach until he was out of sight. Then I would sit on the deck counting my blessings until he came back into sight. Then I'd watch in awe as he ran. Anyone who saw my face as I watch the rippling of his sleek muscles as he jogged up the stairs would know that if not him, I was in love with his body.
Chris taking a shower was a symphony in motion. The rippling of his muscles as he moved across the deck, the delicate way he stuck his hand under the flow as he adjusted the temperature of the water. The way his muscles stretch and flexed as he pulled he's panties off his hips and slid them down his muscular legs, before they fell down around his ankles. Even the way he step out of them.
My breath would catch in my throat as I watch Chris's hand glide over his body as he applied soap. When he stepped out of the shower he'd glide so gracefully across the deck that his feet didn't appear to touch the wood and take the Gatorade out of my hand as he walked through my patio door.
Inside I would suck Chris's cock wherever he alighted, be it at my kitchen table, the couch in the living room, in my bed, while he was standing and looking out the window or anyone of a hundred places. I didn't care where as long as I had his cock in my mouth.
Chris had ambitions and while I was sucking his cock he liked to talk about them. He'd been taking dancing lessons of one form or another since he was five years old. It was his goal to get into Julliard to study dancing and become a professional dancer.
Chris enjoyed being touched so I started give him massages and relaxing him before I'd suck his cock. To this day I don't think I've ever encountered anyone who enjoyed cumming in my mouth as much as he did.
Chris also enjoyed the feel of my mouth wrapped around his cock so much that he liked for me to sit at his feet and nurse on his flaccid cock while we were sitting around chatting and watching TV.
I sucked Chris's cock every day for the rest of the summer. Because he considered me...and I guess I was...his personal cock sucker, Chris didn't always wait until after his run. If he got horny during the day he'd popped over expecting me to drop what I was doing and suck it for him. And of course I did.
Our houses were rather secluded so I never worried about closing curtains and such. There was never anyone around to look in.
Except the day I was blowing Chris in the living room and the UPS man walked up to the front door. It was a sight to behold. Chris kicked back on the couch in a state of sexual bliss and me on my knees at his feet sucking his big powerful cock. I chuckled because the UPS guy was nice enough to wait until we finished before knocking on the door.
A couple of weeks later when the UPS guy came by instead of rushing like they usually do, he lingered to chat. As we talked he kept cupping his balls. Knowing what he wanted and wanting to tease him a little I said, "I though you UPS guys were always in a hurry."
"We normally are but I'm on my lunch break."
"Oh," I said, "Does that mean that if I offered you a blowjob you'd have time to take it?"
He had time.
While I was sucking his cock the UPS guy told me that his wife had quit sucking his cock as soon as they got married and that he hadn't had his cock sucked in three years. After that instead of a tip he expected a blowjob. He had a nice cock and he was so damned appreciative that I didn't mind.
Later that day after his run as he was kicked back relaxing while I sucked his cock, Chris got a kick out of hearing about me sucking the UPS guy's cock.
Chris showed up unexpectedly one afternoon while I was sucking the UPS guy's cock. Instead of being mad Chris just laughed and waited his turn. It was kinda embarrassing when they talked about my cock sucking skills over my head like I wasn't even there while I was finishing up the UPS guy...but then again being treated like a piece of meat was kinda hot.
Next thing I know instead of leaving my mail in the box down by the road the mailman was bring it to my door. And of course he wanted the same `tip' that I was giving the UPS guy. By the end of the summer besides him, i was blowing the UPS guy, the mailman, both the water and the electric meter readers and the realtor's husband. He came by to mow the lawn, saw what was going on and wanted in on the action. Even the pizza guy wanted a blowjob for delivering my pizza.
As I gained more experience and realized that I was a born cocksucker, I also realized that from his actions Chris was also a natural born feeder. He'd treated me so callously all summer because to him I was nothing but a cocksucker, a mouth to service and to satisfy his sexual pleasure.
Even though young, like all feeders he probably had a sixth sense about such things so I have no doubt that he'd find himself another cocksucker by the time he was checked into his dorm.
I hope it doesn't sound like I blame Chris for turning me into a cocksucker because nothing could be farther from the truth. He just allowed me to come out of my cocoon and spread my wings. A cocksucker is born not made. The funny thing is that you don't have to be gay to be a cocksucker. You just have to have an unquenchable desire to please more powerful males. And whether you're gay or not sucking their cock is the way to serve and please them.
And I have that desire...I'm a cocksucker
I never heard from Chris after that summer but he must have went on and attained his wish because years later he was the star of a dance troop that past through town and preformed at the civic center. It was one of those black tie affairs.
As for me...like I said...feeders have a sixth sense about cocksuckers...one found me and started feeding me within days of my returning home.
The end...