I meet my first boyfriend in college and we were together for about eight years. Once we both started to work in different towns, things started to change. The break up was hard for me. It wasn't ugly, we certainly still care about each other and I wished him the best. But as for "moving on," I just didn't want another relationship. The reasons were many... I halfway expected him to come back, and if that was love, how could I love another? And frankly I didn't want another break up. After about a year of dealing with this, I decided that if I wasn't going to have a boyfriend, I could at least have "recreational sex." And if this was going to be meanings less sex, it should be with the kinds of guys I always thought were hot and sexy, not necessarily boyfriend material, just fun guys. I wanted cute younger guys, guys with tattoos and long hair, twink types.
One night I was hanging out with a bunch of friends. And there was a new guy in the crowd. His name was Chris and he was a friend of a friend who traveled a lot. He was thin and lanky, a few years younger than me, and had long black hair, a couple of tattoos, and scared knees and elbows. He acted very straight and was into "flatland biking" and rode in competitions all over the states.
I thought he was kind of sexy and found a chance to chat with him. He was a trust fund kid, living off inheritance. We talked about philosophy and history of religions and he seemed quite interested in what I had been reading. Soon the conversation turned to moral, ethics and sin. Before long he was confessing that he was actually bisexual, but in his macho competitive sport he couldn't let anyone know. He said it was so hard to find what he wanted and not be exposed to his friends. I assured him his secret was safe with me. He grinned said he enjoyed our talk and asked me for my email.
A few days later I got a message from him asking if he could drop by and talk "philosophy." I said sure and gave him my address. He showed up about 6:30 on his motor bike, wearing black jeans, a white shirt and black biker's helmet. He spent a few minutes looking around my place before I offered him a drink and we both sat on the sofa. We chatted a books, then out of the blue he changed subjects and announced, "You know I enjoy sex, but sometimes I like to be the woman..."
"I see," is all I said. I took a sip of my drink.
"Yea, I like the feel of a guy's cock in my mouth and in my ass."
"Really?" I asked.
"Oh yeah! And I like the splash of cum on my face and body. My fantasy would be to lie on your coffee table and have 3 or 4 guys have their way with me, while I mocked resistance. I get so turned on when a guy gets rough with me."
I recited that old punch line, "No! Don't! Stop! -- No, don't stop!"
"Yeah like that," he said with a smile.
"Well you know, I have a cock, and it likes to be sucked. Maybe we can work something out?" I asked.
Chris grinned and said, "Well, maybe. I'm pretty picky you know."
After listening to his eager confessions and then these comments, I realized this cool, tough macho guy wanted someone to have his way with him. Now I am not an abusive dominate type of guy, but I wanted to be a good host. I stood up and sat my drink on the coffee table. Then I stood between his knees and I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned the fly. He was looking me in the face as I pushed down my jeans and boxers. Right there, inches from his face was my semi-erect penis. "There it is, big boy. Suck my cock."
"I don't think I can do that tonight..." He started to say.
I took his head in both hands and forced his face to my cock. He turned his head so I pressed my stiffening cock against his smooth cheek. He felt warm and soft, I got harder. I ran my fingers through his long black hair which was a real turn on to me. But my cock was still not in his mouth. I took a firm grip on his head and turned his face up. He had both eyes and his mouth tightly closed. He was so sexy and cute. I leaned down kissed him square on the mouth.
"No, no way, stop. I DO NOT like kissing," he protested.
I grinned and said "Well then, open your fucking mouth and start sucking."
He looked at my cock right and his lips parted a little. I held my stiff cock in my right hand and put my left on the back of his head and pulled him towards me. The head of my cock touched his lips, and then slipped past them into his mouth. His tongue pushed forward to block my progress, but I pushed harder and went deeper in his mouth. I a few seconds his nose was in my pubes and balls were against his chin. His mouth was so warm, and wet, and deep. But he gagged, and coughed, and spit me out.
"I just couldn't breathe," He offered apologetically.
"Well Chris, I think you need to practice! Just lean forward, lift your chin, and open that throat up and you will be sucking like a pro."
He did as instructed and before long he was taking my whole cock with ease. Then Chris was sucking like a mad man. He was working hard, trying to make me cum as quickly as he could. But I was resisting, enjoying his attention. After a few minutes he paused and, and while he casually stroked my cock said "Wow, this is great. I never knew how to do that without choking!"
"OK, well here is your next lesson. Take me as deep in your throat as possible, then act like your swallowing it. You want to massage my cock with your throat muscles."
He kind of has a doubtful look on his face but went back down on my cock. Soon he got the hang of it. I told him he was a great deep throating cock sucker. He mummbled something and just went faster. I guess he had been sucking my cock for about twenty minutes and I couldn't hold back any longer. I had felt like I was almost gonna cum two or three times, but was now ready to let it flow.
My hands were resting on his shoulders and his were gripping my hips. He was slamming my body against his face. It was all too much for me. I felt that swelling in my balls, and my cock started to throb. Pulse after pulse, cum shot out of my cock. I don't think he was expecting it as he started to choked. He pulled off my cock and I shot cum on his face and white shirt. A mixture of cum and saliva dripped down his chin.
"Wow, dude, I almost choked!" he said half laughing.
I laughed and had to collapse on the sofa next to him. "You're actually a pretty good cock sucker." I complimented him as I tried to catch my breath. "Do you need help getting off," I asked?
"No, and I gotta run now. I had planned on seeing my girlfriend tonight, but now I gotta go change first. Besides she needs to learn what I know now..."
We both laughed and he cleaned up as much as he could, said bye, and that he would let me know how his night went. I did hear from him that night. And he came back several more times for other "advanced instructions."
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