[Before getting to the story I just want to address those among the readers who will feel compelled to write and tell me what my obligations as a social worker are. Just relax and enjoy the story, that's should be what you're here for. Rest assured that I've changed the names, don't mention the location and have obtained a written release from my client to reveal information learned during therapy in case studies, should I desire to do so. So just consider this to be a case study, albeit a really hot one.]
As an MSW (social worker) and an activist in the gay community I was asked to volunteer two nights a week at the GLBT community center to provide counseling to gay men who have emotional difficulties, of one sort or another, regarding their sexuality. During the course of counseling my clients often share really hot experiences or fantasies. Being only human it would be foolish to think that hearing such things wouldn't have an effect on me. Many times I'm sitting there listening, trying to be totally professional with a massive hard on straining between my legs, praying it won't be obvious. There are some nights that I get so hot that I can hardly wait to get home, strip naked and stroke off a big load as I recall every word of these hot sessions.
One of my first and favorite clients is a 32-year old school teacher named Danny Dylan. His case is unique to my experience. He's definitely gay and that is not an issue for him. He's never had sex with another gay man. His sexual activity is completely limited to performing oral service on straight men. He wants no reciprocation. He basically gets off by getting straight guys off. Over the years he's even developed the ability to shoot his load without touching himself. Just feeling a straight guy's cock throbbing and discharging in his mouth is enough to trigger his orgasm.
Our first session together was spent with him explaining his situation. He stated that he really didn't have a problem with the fact that he was attracted to straight guys, that was fine with him. At the same time he realized that he didn't want to spend the rest of his life alone; he wanted a relationship. The fact that gay men were not sexually attractive to him posed a significant obstacle to that goal. There was virtually no chance that he'd ever settle down in domestic bliss with some straight guy. So while he didn't mind craving straight men, he at wanted to develop the ability to get off with gay men.
Our second session was devoted to how he went about seducing straight men, preferably married jocks between the ages of 20 and 40; he is almost obsessed with making certain they are totally straight. He finds it totally erotic that as a gay man he can give a man, who has no sexual attraction to men, intense sexual pleasure and mind-blowing orgasms. He revealed that he derived total sexual satisfaction knowing that when he had a man in his mouth he felt he had complete power over him.
I knew this would be a difficult case, but I felt that with therapy he could achieve his goal. The first phase would require him to go back to his first sexual experience with a straight man. We devoted the third session to discussing that. I asked him to tell me about that first time in miniature detail. What he told me remains one of the hottest stories I've ever listened to. It took all of my self-control not to whip out my rock hard cock and pump away as he told it. My hunch is that it will have the same effect on most gay men so I thought I share it with you. So here is:
Danny's Story
"His name was Eric Larson and I knew him all of my life, he and his family lived next door to ours and his dad was my dad's best friend. I guess you could say that I had the hots for him long before I recognized I was gay. That isn't surprising, he was 6 years older than me and, from my point of view, just about the perfect male.
"He double lettered all four years in high school, both in swimming and baseball. In his senior year he captained the baseball team to the state championship, becoming everyone's hero in the process. It didn't hurt any that he was just about as gorgeous as a guy has a right to be. He was a tall, lanky Scandinavian type with thick, honey blond hair, cobalt blue eyes, and a ruggedly handsome face. He looked great just about anytime, but in his baseball uniform he was close to masculine perfection, in his swim team Speedos, he was physically flawless; in both it was clear that he had the equipment to go along with the image.
"By the time I was 15, I was drawn to him like a moth to the flame. I was sensible enough to avoid being burned. I deliberately kept out of his way. I worshipped him from afar and in the privacy of my solo jerk off sessions. I was petrified that if I spent any alone time with him that he'd be able to tell what I was thinking.
"After high school, Eric, not interested in going to college, had joined the telephone company and worked as a lineman. This made even more appealing to me. I'd peek out from behind my bedroom curtains to catch glimpses of him dressed in his hard hat, tight jeans, denim shirt, work boots, with a leather tool belt slung low around his waist. Though I'd never touched another man, at the time, I craved to touch him in ways that I thought were sick, but I couldn't control my desires, much as I tried.
"My dad also picked up on the struggle going on within me. Though I don't think he thought I was homosexual, I mean I'd never had sex with anyone other than myself, he began to worry that I was a late-bloomer and not quite butch enough. I certainly didn't measure up to the standards set by his best friend's son. I guess he shared his concerns with Eric's dad, because the two of them cooked up a plan that sent me into absolute panic.
"Eric was still living at home, in the apartment he'd built for himself in the basement of his parents' house. He could have settled down with any number of willing women, but he was having too much fun playing the field. I'd see any number of females sneaking out of the basement door, that faced toward my bedroom, at day light on weekend mornings. I made a point of setting my alarm, after seeing the first one by accident. Not that I was interested in the parade of bimbos, but Eric would invariably see them to the door and on every occasion he was either wearing tight little bikini underwear or nothing at all. A few times I even I got an extra thrill seeing him absentmindedly stroking his cock as he watched the girl drive away.
"Any way the two dads decided that it would be a great idea if I went camping with Eric for a weekend. I mean, from their point of view, how better to butch up a 16-year old nerd than to expose him to a little one-on-one time with a man's man. At the time I didn't even think Eric knew I existed, but when they asked he willingly went along with the plan. I was trapped and terrified. The only reason I had to refuse was impossible for me to voice. So when dad told me the plan I had no choice but to agree.
That evening Eric stopped by and told me what he had in mind. I didn't do much besides nod my head in agreement while blushing and feeling sick to my stomach. He had arranged to borrow a buddy's cabin out on a lake far up in the mountains and to add insult to injury he'd taken an extra day off from work so that we'd have three full days together.
"'It isn't much of a cabin, just one room,' he told me. 'And there's only an out-house, but it's just us guys so we'll make do. We can hike, do a little fishing and paddle around the lake in a canoe. Pack light, but bring a couple of pairs of hiking shorts and boots, some tee shirts, sweat shirts, jeans, socks and underwear, but not much more. I'll take care of the bed sheets, towels and food, so don't worry about stuff like that. Since we're going the first weekend in October it probably won't be warm enough to go swimming, but we'll probably have the whole lake to ourselves, so that's not a bad trade off.'
"I spent the next two weeks praying that I'd come down with some exotic disease that would prevent the trip, but no such luck. My mom got me up that Friday morning and by six o'clock Eric and I were out on the road in his Jeep and headed toward what I feared would be my total disgrace.
"Eric tried to make conversation, but it's kind of hard to keep up a running dialogue with a person who only nods. After about a half hour he gave up trying and the rest of the trip was made with only the radio breaking the silence. We arrived at the cabin at around 8:30 in the morning.
"Eric's description had been overstatement, it was no more than a one-room shack. It had small porch with two rickety wooden step leading onto it, there was only the one door off the porch and just two windows on each side to let in light. The interior was just as crude. No electricity, an old wood burning stove, a small table, two wooden chairs and two iron-framed beds, its only furnishings. I was shocked to learn that it didn't have electricity; we'd have to use two kerosene lanterns if we wanted lights at night. The best thing you could say about the place was that it was relatively clean, except for dust.
"'First we need to do housekeeping chores,' Eric said, taking charge. 'If you sweep and dust, I'll unload our gear and make up the beds.' It took us all of 20 minutes. When we'd finished Eric announce that, 'now I guess I'll show you around and then we can change into our hiking gear and we'll circle the lake before we make lunch.' I was in no position to argue, but I suddenly wondered just what he'd brought to eat. I mean there wasn't a kitchen or a refrigerator, but I figured Eric knew what he was talking about. Suddenly his statement about changing clothes registered and I realized that we would have to change clothes in front of each other; that could prove to be embarrassing, so I began to get flustered all over again. My agony didn't last long. The tour of the cabin's surroundings took only about fifteen minutes, consisting of the out-house, the likes of which I'd never before seen and a short wooden pier that extended out into the lake; it looked so old that I was surprised when it successfully held our weight. Then it was back to the cabin to change.
"I sat on the bed and began untying the laces of my Nikes. Before I'd removed even one shoe Eric had kicked off his Docksiders, pulled his sweatshirt over his head and peeled off jeans, standing there in all his glory wearing nothing more than a pair of shiny blue silk bikinis with a pouch that I swear was filled with something the size of a softball. I must have looked like a deer frozen by the glare of headlights. While I'd seen this display many times before this time I was only a matter of about five feet from it and I couldn't help but stare at the source of so many of my fantasies. Eric noticed but didn't seem concerned as he began to dress.
"'Are you just going to day dream or are you going to change?' He asked, shocking me out of my daze.
"I quickly finished taking off the shoes then stood to strip and change into my hiking gear. I turned my back to him so he wouldn't see the growing hardness in my briefs.
"The hike around the lake took four hours. I became more relaxed and actually began to enter into conversation. Eric was just as personable as he was good looking and I enjoyed being in his company. We didn't see signs of any other humans, but we did see a number of animals, numerous squirrels, a raccoon scurrying up a tree, a few rabbits, a lazy and unconcerned porcupine and most impressive, a doe with two fawns whose spots were just beginning to fade. Eric was obviously an experienced hiker and we were able to get within just of few yards of them before they realized we were there and vaulted away in graceful bounds.
"As the sun rose in the sky the temperature climbed and both Eric and I were working up a good sweat. 'Looks like we're in luck, getting an Indian Summer weekend. It must be 80(,' he said, 'perfect swimming weather. I think we should take a dip in the lake when we get back, before we eat.'
"I should have realized what he was thinking, but I said, 'I can't, I didn't pack a bathing suit, you said we wouldn't be swimming.'
"Not a problem,' he said with a grin, 'remember we're the only ones here, we can go skinny dipping.' I nearly choked on my tongue unable to object. He obviously took my silence as agreement. All I could do was blush and fret.
"It was around 1:30 when we got back to the cabin. Eric went directly to the pier and I followed helplessly. He unceremoniously shucked every bit of clothing and jumped into the water as I slowly removed my clothes and prayed I wouldn't spring a boner.
"'Hurry up slow poke, the water is great and will cool you right off.' Once I was naked I didn't waste time before diving into the water fearing my cock would give me away if I did.
"The water temperature was shocking, it cooled me off alright, right down to the bone. It was so cold that my balls retreated into my body and I don't think I could have gotten a hard on if Eric had come over and stroked my cock. I was at least thankful for that. I figured I'd dodged that bullet and that we'd be back at the cabin and dressed before my blood thawed enough to begin flowing into my six incher. Of course that's not how it turned out.
"We spent about 20 minutes swimming and fooling around, dunking each other, splashing and Eric even swam between my legs. I again thanked God for make a mountain lake as cold as this one. Then Eric climbed up onto the pier and helped pull me up beside him. Instead of grabbing his clothes and heading back to the cabin as I thought he would, he balled his shorts and shirts and then lay down on the pier using them as a pillow. 'We might as well catch a few rays and let the sun and air dry us off," he said. What could I do? I followed his example.
"I tried as hard as I could to keep my mind off the fact that the object of my teenage lust was lying right next to me stark naked, but the more I tried the more my thoughts centered on him and the beautiful cock and ball on display just inches from me. Up close, even without staring I now knew why he always had such a huge bulge at his crotch. His cock, though completely limp was nevertheless a fat five inches cut, and it was draped over and resting on just about the biggest set of balls I'd ever seen on a guy. They were the size of hen's eggs and the whole package was nested in a thick bush of blond pubs. I was doomed! As the sun warmed my body back to its normal temperature I could feel the blood flow into my cock and it began to stretch itself up toward my belly button until it was completely hard. I didn't know what to do. I thought about rolling over onto my stomach, but just as I was trying to figure out how to do so without attracting attention to my delicate condition Eric sat up and stretched. There was no way for me to hide; I just knew my secret would be revealed. Thankfully Eric was way too cool to embarrass me.
"'Looks like somebody is having impure thoughts," he laughed out loud. I felt myself turn an instant scarlet, as I tried to stammer out an excuse. He immediately came to my rescue. 'Don't sweat it Danny, when I was 16 I had a nearly perpetual hard on, just a slight breeze was enough to get Old Willy up and hard, shit if I didn't have as much sex as I do now I think I'd still have the same problem. Let's get back to the cabin, dress and get something to eat. You can lead the way, after all you have the pointer.' He laughed again and I heaved a sigh of relief, again I'd dodge the bullet; or so I thought.
"While I dressed Eric went out to his Jeep and got the fixings for lunch. My worry about what we were going to eat was eased when he explained that he had an electric cooler in the vehicle plugged into the Jeep's power source. While I was fully dressed, Eric remained nude. He seemed totally at ease in that state as he fixed lunch and gave me an unexpected, but more than welcome show. I was grateful for baggy jeans which hid my still rock hard dick.
"Once he'd finished preparing four ham and cheese sandwiches he got around to dressing and we sat together at the small table and ate, washing down lunch with a bottle of Rolling Rock each. My cock finally deflated and I was beginning to relax thinking that maybe I'd been worried for nothing.
"After we'd finished eating Eric announced that we would be taking the canoe out on the lake where, 'we need to catch tonight's dinner. The lake is just teeming with trout so it shouldn't be much of a problem.' He put on shorts, a tee shirt and a pair of rubber flip-flops and went out the door with me following around the corner of the cabin.
"We removed the tarpaulin and hauled down the canoe from its platform one the side of the cabin. As we carried it down to the lake, hoisted over our heads, Eric gave me a quick safety course in how to fish from a canoe. 'You have to be real careful or we'll both end up in the water.'
He instructed me to return to the canoe's platform to fetch the two paddles, while he went to the cabin to get our poles and a can of crickets that we'd be using as bait and a plastic bucket in which to put the fish. We walked together back to the canoe at the water's edge and after he'd stowed the fishing equipment in the bottom of the canoe he pushed it out a little and instructed me to get in and sit down facing him. Once I was in place he pushed it out further, waded in and carefully hoisted himself in at the end opposite me. He then began paddling and the canoe glided away from shore backward onto the lake. Once we were complete away he turned it and we headed out toward the center. He then had me join him in paddling, instructing me in just how to do so. We spent about twenty minutes just gliding through the water while he engaged me in conversation. He asked about school, I was an A student; he wanted to know about sports, I was an undistinguished member of the track team and a cheerleader; about what I wanted to do after high school, go to the State University and become a teacher; about my love life, I said I was too shy to date. The conversation centered on me and beyond his questions he didn't make any comments.
"'Time to catch dinner,' he finally said. 'I know a spot where all the best trout hang out,' he said as he directed the canoe toward a small cove where a brook entered the lake. He was right; it only took an hour before we had caught six plump rainbows, more than enough to satisfy our appetites. As we approached the shore next to the cabin's pier the sun was just dipping beneath the tree line. Eric jumped nimbly from the canoe and pulled it onto the shore. I climbed out and helped him unload and then upturn the canoe for use tomorrow.
"'I'll clean the fish and then put them in the cooler. Why don't you scout around and finds some dried hardwood twigs that we can build a fire with and then I'll show you the best way to cook trout on an open fire.'
"He set about his chore while I walked back to cabin, put on my Nikes and set off to collect the wood. I returned about half an hour later carrying an armful of seasoned maple and oak sticks and twigs. 'That's perfect,' Eric said, 'just dump them next to that circle of stones," pointing to the obvious site of numerous campfires about three feet from the porch. Now we can relax until it's time to do the cooking.
"I have to admit I've never tasted better fish. We ate them along with boiled potatoes, roasted ears of corn and two bottle of Rolling Rock apiece. Not being much of a beer drinker I had quite a buzz on as we sat by the fire and toasted marshmallows. It was nearly 9:00 and nearly pitch black with only the campfire, the stars and a crescent moon for light. As we ate the last of the gooey candy I wondered how we were going to spend the rest of the night before going to bed. Though I'd had a full day I was hardly tired enough to sleep; Eric seemed totally awake as well.
"As though he'd read my mind he spoke up, 'there's not a lot to do here at night, but if you're adventurous and can keep your mouth shut I have something that I think can make the rest of the night fun.'
"What?" I asked.
"'Have you ever smoked marijuana?' He asked with an embarrassed grin on his face.
"I answered truthfully that I hadn't and he asked if I'd like to try some. By that point I guess I would have agreed to do just about anything he suggested short of bank robbery. I was surprised that an athlete of his accomplishment smoked grass, but then I was also very naive, as was proved shortly.
"'I guess I wouldn't mind trying some,' I said, 'but you can never let my folks know that I did.' What he said next shocked me even more, but wasn't to be the last big shock of the evening.
"'Are you kidding?' He said, grinning widely, 'your old man and mine get stoned all the time, but anything we do here, stays here as far as I'm concerned.'
"'Are you serious? My dad smokes marijuana? I can't believe that.'
"'Well Dan, my man, its true. Remember he was a child of the '60s and I think just about everyone got stoned back then and some of them never stopped, like our dads. Shit after I turned 18 I smoked with my dad. Let's go into the cabin, get comfortable and I'll show you what it's all about. If I've judged you right, tonight a wild man will be born.'
"We went into the cabin and Eric lit a Bic lighter and proceeded to light the two lanterns. The interior of the cabin was bathed in a warm golden glow and I sat on the edge of my bed, unlacing my Nikes so that I could get comfortable. Eric's idea of comfort was to shed far more than what was on his feet. I watched with mixed horror and fascination as he began to strip and he did not stop at his bikinis. I guess shock was registered on my face because he looked at me, laughed and said,
"'Danny Boy, when I'm at home, unless I have company and even sometimes when I do I go around bare ass naked. Since it's only us guys I see no reason to change my habits. I mean if we're going to become buds you'd better understand that nudity, sex, and other pleasures of the flesh are an important part of who I am, I have no inhibitions, at least not in the past 3 or 4 years. Life's too short not to enjoy it to the max. Now relax and join me if you'd like or not, I don't force my values on anyone else.'
"I tried to process all he had said, but the part about us becoming buds was the only thing I could focus on at first. I couldn't believe this 22-year-old jock stud was willing to be my friend. As the rest of his statement sunk in I was faced with a real dilemma. I wanted to do as he did, to be like him, but I was also certain that with him naked in the same room with me my cock would get rock hard, it was already plumped up and growing. I realized he had seen me with a boner earlier, but this was different, it would be painfully obvious to him that my rigid state was a reaction to his nakedness.
"Eric didn't seem to notice my state of indecision, he'd gotten a baggy filled with what I assumed to be grass and was sitting at the table busily separating seeds and twigs from the rest. Next to the bag was a small pipe made from a deer's antler that I assumed we were going to smoke it in. Though he was naked I couldn't see his package as he had his legs under the table, I decided to go for broke and stripped down to my birthday suit. I quickly sat down opposite him, concealing the evidence of my desire in the process. He seemed pleased that I'd followed his lead.
"When he finally had a small mound of clean grass in front of him he pinched some between his thumb and index finger and filled the small bowl of the pipe. He lit it with his Bic, taking a long draw in the process; he held his breath and then passed the pipe to me. I followed his example, but I couldn't hold it and began a coughing fit. Eric nearly fell out of the chair laughing and felt totally embarrassed. He saw my discomfort and immediately stopped laughing.
"'You're a first timer, go slow take small little tokes and then hold your breath, you'll soon get the hang of it and be able to inhale as much as me.'
"I followed his instructions and before long I was smoking and holding down the smoke like a pro, or at least like Eric. We kept smoking until the grass that he'd cleaned had all been reduced to white ashes.
"I looked at him and said, 'I don't feel anything; I don't think it worked for me.' He laughed and said, 'give it some time, the first time you never realize you're stoned right off, but believe me you are.' I figured he knew better than me, but I still didn't feel any different than before I'd started.
"For the next half hour Eric chattered away on a variety of different subjects, just about everything but sex, as I remember. I just sat there taking in everything he had to say, convinced that he was about the most interesting human being I'd ever known. On several occasions, when he'd made a joke I laughed myself silly, at what I thought was his incredible sense of humor.
"Finally he paused and looked at me. 'Are you hungry?' I thought about it for a minute and said, "now that you mention it I'm starving.' He laughed again and said, "right you're not stoned, except that when someone gets stoned they get the munchies and that's what you've got. . .me too. Go over to my duffle bag, next to it in the paper sack is a bag of potato chips, that should do it.'
"I did as he asked and before long the two of us had devoured the entire contents and I was scrounging around the empty bag looking for crumbs. 'Do you get this hungry every time you smoke?' I asked. 'Yup and it looks like you do too. There's one other thing that nearly always happens to me when I get totally wasted like I am now, I get super horny.'
"I hadn't expected that. I'd been sporting wood before we started smoking just being in the same room with a naked Eric, but after my coughing fit my stiffy had gone limper than cooked spaghetti and had stayed that way, so it sure hadn't fired me up. I began to think he was pulling my leg, what he said next only reinforced that notion.
"'It might have something to do with the fact that I'm addicted to sex, but I know it happens to other guys and women too. One thing's for shit-sure it's happening to me now and I got to do something about it or I'll develop a case of terminal blue balls.'
"As naive as I was I'd never heard the expression before and I took it literally. I figured that if a guy's balls ever turned blue I'd have known about it before this. I was convinced he was pulling my leg and I said so, 'now I know you're just bull-shitting me, nobody's balls turn blue. If your balls are turning blue let me see them.'
"'They don't real turn blue, they just feel like they do. When a guy gets real horny his balls fill up with cum and if he doesn't empty them one way or the other, they begin to feel like they're being squeezed in a vice. It's starting to happen to me now and I'm not about to let that happen. So you're going to see them, blue or not.'
"With that he pushed the chair back from the table. There it was, standing up ramrod straight, not much thicker than it had been soft, but at least 3-inches longer. It seemed to have a life of its own, noticeably throbbing and pumping out a steady flow of crystal clear pre-cum from the slit, running down the steel stiff shaft making it shine in the firelight. He sat there for several moments letting me take in the sexiest sight I'd ever seen. I don't know if it was his openness about sex or the marijuana erasing my inhibitions, whatever it was I had no qualms about just staring at Eric's beautiful cock. It certainly had an instant and significant reaction on my own, moments earlier it had been a soft 3-inches, now it was as hard as I ever remember it being. It felt like it was trying to push itself beyond it 6-inches of skin.
"I don't really remember what I was thinking at the time, if anything. It's likely that my mind was blank because I do remember my entire focus being riveted on that beautiful piece of meat. Then Eric stood up and in one fluid movement went from the chair to his bed. He kicked back, propping himself up against the head board, a pillow cushioning his head. With his left hand he cupped his balls and began to gently massage them.
"'I've got to take care of business, you can go out on the porch if you want, it shouldn't take me too long.' Then he gave me a lascivious grin, 'but, from what I see under the table perhaps you'd rather just do yourself or maybe watch me, feel free. Or . . . maybe you wouldn't mind helping a buddy out.' He grinned again, 'I think you might like to do that. What do you say?" He fisted his dick with his right hand and pointed at me as though offering it up.
"Dozens of questions were running through my mind all at once. How did he want me to help him out? Why would he think I'd want to? Did he know my secret? Would he tell everybody I was queer? Could he possibly be queer? I didn't put any of these into words. Instead I looked right into his eyes and said truthfully, 'I don't understand.'
"'Oh, I think you do. I've seen you stare at me for the past 3 years; I've seen you peeking out at me early in the morning, hell I even gave you a show a few times. Relax Danny, your secret is safe with me. Beside this could be the start of a beautiful friendship. I love sex, anything that feels good and gets me off, but there is nothing, absolutely nothing I enjoy more than to just lay back with my eyes closed while somebody slurps down my fat hog. Blowing my load in a hot, wet mouth is just the best thing that can happen to me.
"'Are you gay?' I just blurted it out. When I heard myself saying it, I knew it had been a stupid question.
"Eric chuckled, 'no, but I have nothing against someone who is. No, I love pussy too much, but like I said, there's nothing I like more than a hum job and it doesn't matter to me if it's a female or a male hummer. Hell, my very first blow job was from Coach Edwards, back 7 years ago, I've been hooked ever since, so if you want to help me out have at it.' Again he pointed his cock toward me.
"I ignored the offer for the moment. 'Coach Edwards sucked your dick, Mike Edwards, the swimming coach?' I asked incredulously.
"'Yeah, mine and about four other swim team members that I know of. Surprised?'
"'Shocked. I thought he was married.'
'He is, but that's never stopped him from giving me great head. Speaking of which, are you going to help me out, I think you want to, and I know I want you to.
"I guess the fact that I didn't immediately refuse told him he had me. What I said was, 'I've never done it before.'
"He had a satisfied smile on his face as he told me, 'there's always a first time.'
"'Yeah, but I'm not sure I know how to do it.'
"'Don't worry about that, I can talk you through it until to get the hang of it, just like smoking dope. But it's my guess that you're a natural, you won't need much training. Go on give it a try.'
I stood and move toward his bed in what seemed like slow motion. He scooted up further on the bed. I wasn't the least self-conscious about my nakedness or about the fact that my dick was rock hard and leaking juice of its own. I was being drawn to his cock completely mesmerized, walking toward what I knew was my destiny.
"'Just kneel on the bed between my legs,' he said as he spread them to give me room and access. I did as he instructed. He took his hands away from his genital. He began giving me detailed directions that I followed to the best of my ability.
"'Take my cock in your right hand and gently pull it up from my stomach toward you. Now with your left hand cup my balls and very carefully roll them around in your hand. That's the way. Now lean down, open your mouth and take my cock into it. Oh God, your mouth is so warm. Now make your lips tight around it, that it just like that, now slowly begin to move your head up and down the shaft. Watch out for your teeth; don't let them scrap the skin, that's the way, Oh God, yes. Take as much as you can into your mouth without gagging, if you feel yourself start to gag just ease up on it. Right, you're getting the hang of it and it feel great. As you go up and flick your tongue on the bottom side of my cock and when you get up to the head run your tongue around it. Yeah just like that. Just keep doing that and as you get used to it pick up speed, go fast for awhile and then slow down again and then fast, you get the idea.'
"He'd been right, it was coming naturally to me. Once I had him in my mouth I hardly needed him to tell me what to do. It was as if I'd been sucking cock my entire life, as though I had been born to it. I can't really put it into words, but the sensations running through body were incredible. Nothing in my youthful experience had given me as much pleasure as sucking on Eric's cock was providing me at that moment. The flavor of his male essence was like nothing I'd ever tasted, making me anxious and hungry for the load I knew would soon be mine.
"I must have been doing it right because Eric stopped his instructions and was now moaning, groaning and expressing his pleasure as I made love to his cock. He gasped out a running commentary on how I was making him feel and that only served to increase my own passions, which in turn drove me to want to pleasure him all the more.
"'Sweet Jesus that feels so good . . . Oh Danny eat me, eat my big cock . . . Oh yeah, just like that, keep it up and it won't be long . . . Oh man, I told you, you were a natural . . . Oh my God, Oh my God . . . getting too close . . . don't want it to end this soon . . . lick my balls for awhile or I'll go over the top . . . that's better . . . almost lost it . . . that feels better.'
"I worked his balls with my tongue until they were soaked with my spit. I enjoyed doing it, but I missed his meat filling my mouth, but I didn't want it to end this soon either, so I contented myself by teasing his sac with my tongue. After a minute or so me of doing this Eric sighed and said, "okay, you can go back to the main event again.' I gladly moved back to his cock and in a moved that I think surprised him and me I swallowed his long, fat dork right down to his blond pubes. I'd become quite comfortable having him in my mouth and now I went at him like a man possessed. He went crazy, writhing, groaning and once again expressing what he was feeling aloud.
'If this is really your first time I can't wait for you to become experienced. You're as good as the coach . . . Oh baby swallow that hard cock, suck it down . . . no way I can hold out much long, no way I want to . . . getting closer . . . oh shit, oh shit . . . get ready, ain't gonna stop you this time . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . Argggggggggggggggh . . . FUCK YEAH . . .'
I felt his body stiffen, his cock grow larger locked tight between my lips. He held my head down with his strong right hand and he thrust forward deep into my mouth. My ears were filled with the sound of his roar. I felt his dick pulsing repeatedly and my mouth filling with a hot, thick, creamy substance, the taste of which was indescribable and intoxicatingly male. Without a thought I gulped it down. Eric was breathing in rapid gasps of air, unable to talk. He ran the hand that had held my head through my hair, almost caressingly. I held his cock, slowly deflating, in the warmth of my mouth, gently suckling on it, coaxing the last remaining drops of his precious fluid from the shaft. When he was totally drained and completely soft I allowed his wonderful cock to slip from between my lips. Still bent over I raised my head slightly and found myself looking directly into his dark blue eyes.
"As if in answer to an unspoken question he looked at me and said almost in a whisper, 'that was fucking awesome, Danny, fucking awesome man. It may have been your first time, but I hope it won't be our last. I haven't shot a load that intense in I don't know how long. If I'm ever horny and you're in the mood, you can do that again anytime.
"'Now how about you? I don't want any buddy of mine to get a case of the old blue balls,' he laughed. 'Trade places with me and take care of business.'
"I was more than anxious to do just as he said, I could feel an almost painful tightness in my testicles and began to appreciate just what blue balls were all about. I was surprised that Eric, who had just cum, was going to sit there and watch me do it and I said as much. 'Don't feel you have to watch me, though I wouldn't mind, go out on the porch if you want, it's cool.'
"'No way man, never let it be said that Eric Larson would leave a bud high and dry. I'm always willing to lend a buddy a helping hand, especially if he's done even more than that for me. Besides it's not a whole lot different than doing yourself, except that your bud's pud feels a whole lot better when he doesn't have to use his own hand. I mean best buddies help each other out like this all the time, at least when they're in their teens and girls aren't available. Sorry I can't bring myself to return the favor 100%, but at least I can do that much for you.'
"Without another word he reached between my legs and fisted my sensitive cock. It was as though he'd sent a bolt of electricity through it. I couldn't believe the sensation. I felt an immediate tinkling in my balls and knew I couldn't last. One, two, three slow strokes in Eric's strong grasp and I was a goner. I yelled, screamed out a FUCK and then with the most of explosive orgasm of my young life sprayed out stream after stream of molten male lava. The first shot hit me right between the eyes, the second shot straight into my wide open mouth and the remaining volleys dotted my chin, neck, chest and stomach with thick pearl colored drops and rest ran down my shaft, coating Eric's hand as well. When it was clear that I was finished Eric released my cock and brought his cum cover hand up to my mouth so that I could clean it. I tasted my cum for the first time, and while tasting distinctly different from his I found it no less appealing and slurped it down with as much enthusiasm as I had his.
"When we were both fully recovered from our sexual play I was please to note no change in his attitude toward me. If anything it seemed to have improved.
"He said, 'ain't sex the greatest?'
"I eagerly agreed, 'it the greatest thing I've ever experienced. I don't think anything can beat the way I felt while we were doing it.'
"'Glad to hear it because I always wake up with a stiff dick and I think it's a shame to let a good hard on go to waste.'"
That's Danny's story. If it has the same effect on you that it always has on me then you need to go do what I'm about to do. That is unless you've already done so.