My First Drink
by spunksucker
We'd met online a few months earlier - I'd posted a message to an online message board: "hungry cocksucker/cumhound looking for uncut dick to service this weekend." Francisco answered with a hot dick pic and the perfect attitude - friendly but cocky, definitely top. Early 30's, about 5'9" or 5'10", he had a tight, athletic build, nicely furred legs, chest & belly, with a treasure trail down to a plump 6.5" uncut beauty that he loved to have teased, nibbled and deepthroated. Handsome face, warm, enigmatic smile, like he knew a secret you weren't in on... yet. Caramel colored skin, piercing deep brown eyes, and buzzed black hair completed the picture. He was always in a tank-t, fatigues & jockstrap when I saw him, sometimes with combat boots, and the total package was butch, hot and very horny. He loved being serviced, I loved servicing him, and that's how it went from the first hook-up.
After that initial session, we'd email each other whenever the need hit, often on a Friday afternoon when I could stop by his place on my way home from work, or a weekend afternoon when we'd really take our time. I'd go over to his place to get on my knees, worship and service his cock and drain his nuts.
My third or fourth time there, one hot early summer afternoon, we were settled into a familiar groove: him standing, leaning against the wall in his bedroom in jockstrap, cockring and boots, watching hot leather porn while I knelt on a large cushion in front of him, sucking and servicing his rod, savoring the occasional surge of dickhoney, adjusting my speed and depth and intensity as he directed. I loved that he was shorter than me, and younger, and so in control. At 6 feet, 180, with a 7" cut piece, I had 6 or 7 years on him, and it made submitting to him feel somehow even hotter.
That was another thing I loved about blowing Francisco - as he got more turned on and closer to cumming, he got more assertive and dominant. He knew how much I loved being his cocksucker and taking his load, and he enjoyed making me work for it. Verbal without being chatty, he was always in control, teasing, keeping me hot and hungry until I earned my reward. He'd end up deep-fucking my throat in the home stretch and then feed me his spunk, one or both of us milking out more onto my lips and tongue.
This particular afternoon I was lost in the taste and feel of his sweet, fresh cumload, licking stray drops from around my mouth and stroking myself to the edge. I was half waiting to see if it was time for me to climax or if he might have another load in those full, furry balls of his, when suddenly he left me kneeling there and walked into the adjacent bathroom to take a leak.
He left the door open and angled his body toward me, so that from my position on the bedroom floor I had a perfect view of his dick. It had softened some, but thanks to the cockring and the fact that he'd just spooged all over my lips and face, his cock was still nice and plump, sticking out the side of his jock, the foreskin red & wet with cum and spit, his fingers lightly tugging it back and forth over his cockhead to get it going.
As his piss began to flow through his foreskin, he watched me watching him, and slowed his stream and lightly pinched his foreskin up over the knob. A sly grin started in his eyes and spread slowly to his sexy mouth as I stared at his dripping dick.
"You ever get into piss?" he asked, watching me watch him.
Mesmerized by the drops of piss trickling through the bunched-up skin, all I could do was shake my head. He murmured "oh," and that was that. Suddenly his flow stopped, and with a look and a slight tilt of his head, he directed me to come into the bathroom with him. Still stroking my hardon, I got up from my knees and obediently went in.
"Get in."
I climbed into the tub and knelt again in front of him as he moved into position, gently tugging on his foreskin to restart his stream. His eyes stayed locked on mine as his warm liquid hit me square in the chest and flowed down over my belly and crotch; I felt covered, coated with his fluids, marked by this stud's juices and wholly under the spell of his beautiful cock. It felt like he was cumming in liters all over me.
My stroke on my own boner increased in speed and intensity as I rode an unexpectedly intense wave over the edge. Before he'd even finished soaking me I popped off all over my chest and belly, with a single shot hitting up to my chin. As I soared in orgasm and then began to return to earth, his weakening stream rinsed off my cum. I stayed in position until he was through, still catching my breath from such an intense cum.
He watched me come down, and chuckled down at me with a knowing look. "You liked that," he said.
"No kidding," was about all I could manage.
"I'll have to remember that," he added with a sly grin.
On the walk home I replayed the scene a dozen times. Regardless of what my head might say, my dick was clear: I definitely loved it, and wanted more, though I wasn't sure I wanted to think about it too much - at least not yet.
A week or so later, and here I am back on his stoop, ringing the bell and giving my swelling prick a discrete squeeze in my jeans and jockstrap. A warm greeting, as always, a nice kiss - open, wet and intense, more desire than affection - a few tokes on some killer weed & a beer while we shoot the shit a minute; then he starts moving toward the bedroom, or so I think. I follow him into the railroad kitchen, where he gets himself another beer and offers me one. I decline - I want that cock in my throat and don't want to feel beer-bloated and not be able to give it the service it deserves.
He leans back against the kitchen counter and pops the first button on his fatigues. That's all I'm waiting for - no words necessary - and I slide to my knees on the tile floor, reaching up to massage his crotch as I open his pants and press my face into his jock-covered hard cock. His hand grasps the back of my head and presses my face hard against his cock, letting me know I'm on the right track, and I start licking and nibbling and trying to work his dick out the side of the jockstrap.
Once I succeed in freeing his hardon, I get down to the reason I'm here and start sucking. He relaxes against the counter and settles in for what I can feel will be a hot feeding session; he's never had me in the kitchen, and the novelty adds another layer of excitement: I'm thinking that I'll go down for this stud any time and any place he wants, and the more I surrender to his control, the more turned on I feel. Although it occurs to me that he seems to be drinking a lot more water and beer today than I remember him doing before while I'm blowing him, I'm way too into his cock and the first hints of sweet syrup oozing out around the head, and I don't think anything more about it.
He watches me intently as I suck him off. Every time I work him down all the way to the balls, he gives a low moan from deep in his throat, almost a growl, and presses my head into his belly to hold me in place (as though I wanted to go anywhere!). I swallow around his dick, massaging it with my throat muscles, and quickly find the angle that lets me breathe through my nose, so he gets to leave it buried there as long as he likes. And he does like... I must spend three solid minutes with him planted all the way to the root, skull-fucking me deep but with very slow, small strokes. He keeps his hooded cockhead at the opening to my throat, rocking gently back and forth through his foreskin against the tight ring, loosening and opening me to receive him.
And me, I'm sucking and swallowing like there's no tomorrow, sometimes forgetting to breathe from the sheer excitement and raw power of his bone inside me. My own dick is so hard it feels like it'll break, and I slow my strokes 'cause no way do I want to interrupt this amazing scene by cumming too soon. I give myself, my face and mouth and throat, over to Francisco, and he asserts his ownership, guiding and directing me to please him the way he likes best.
I'm in the zone, not caring if he explodes now or if this lasts until my lips give out; there's nothing right now but his dick, eyes and hands, and my mouth and throat getting internally massaged into orbit. Gradually I become aware that he's stopped moving - his hand still caressing the back of my head, but not pressing me so deep onto his cock. I glance up at his face to see that he's staring down at me, waiting, it seems, to get my attention.
A look passes between us, nothing more, but in that instant he asks and I answer - the question I've longed for without knowing it, but that I feel very anxious about at the same time.
"Do you want to try it?," his eyes ask, his dick laying across my tongue still teasing into my throat. Without thinking, I don't hesitate - but give an almost imperceptible nod, my eyes locked on his, which relax slightly into an almost-smile in response.
The next moment seems to last forever, suspended in time for those magical few seconds before a man pisses in my mouth for the first time. And then a sensation I still can't fully describe in words: a wet warmth expanding over my tongue, seeping around my gums and teeth. I'm not surprised, but still shocked for a split second, and instinct takes over - my eyes widen as I immediately swallow this new nectar, a strange sound escaping my throat, a cross between a moan and a whimper, and my lips automatically suck, trying to extract more of his sweet, salty juice.
Francisco chuckles to himself, holding my face still around his dick and keeping my focus directly on his eyes, never losing contact, watching his cocksucker take a man's piss for the first time, trying instinctively to nurse more liquid from his hooded hose. His hands and eyes are in control now, and he raises his eyebrows slightly as he quietly asks, "more?" Though he already knows the answer: YES! Please! He knows he's awakening something in me that I had no idea was there - still don't realize how strong and insistent it will be. This is my journey and he's leading the way.
Another squirt, a little longer this time, filling my mouth with enough to taste, to really feel his manwater coating the inside of my mouth, quickly and thirstily swallowed. Again the eyebrow question, and I'm almost buzzing with desire, suddenly plunged to a deeper level of trust and submission: I will receive anything he has for me, and in any way he wants. Another larger and longer spurt, with his instruction to hold it in my mouth, then to show it to him... his dick laying across my tongue in a pool of his warm liquid, some escaping to dribble down my chin... and finally to swallow. Our eyes are locked on each other, no need to tell me to keep watching him - I want nothing more than to see his face, his body, his eyes, as his cock feeds me.
He asks again, "more?," and as I nod I can already feel the flow begin. My eyes widen in surprise as it doesn't stop this time, but seems to trickle - slowly at first, then gradually increasing in force - into my mouth and so naturally down my throat. I swallow so I won't choke, and he begins to murmur softly, "that's it, boy, drink it down... take all of it." And then I'm struggling to keep up, drops leaking out of my lips and trickling down my cheeks onto my chest.
With a gentle laugh he stops to let me catch my breath, but holds my head in position, his plumped cock pressed against my lips, still dripping piss. I'm flushed, feeling literally dizzy with desire - cocklust I know, and jizzhunger, but this new sensation has my head reeling and my cock swollen and aching. He smacks his wet dick against my lips and cheeks before pressing it back inside, deeper now, with a look of concentration that tells me more is about to come. And more is right!
He almost whispers, "take it slow and steady, boy, don't spill and don't stop till I do. Got it?"
My answer is a low groan and my eyes rolling back in my head - if I don't pass out from the excitement, there's no way I will disappoint this man who's taking me to parts of myself I never knew existed. And I don't: his stream is slow and controlled, at least at first, and as I find a rhythm - fill and swallow, fill and swallow - I feel as though this stud is taking an immense cum into my throat, a cum that goes on and on, his hot liquid flowing into my cocksucking mouth, feeding me manjuice.
The stream dies away as his cock starts to firm up again to full hard. He's connected with his cockboy and fed, marked and trained me to service and swallow, which obviously turns him on as much as it does me. A firm hold on the back of my head, and he moves gradually into facefucking, the watery feel in my mouth turning slimy as precum joins piss and spit and he goes deeper. Every few strokes, he'll plunge all the way down to bury his rod to the balls, grinding my face into his pubes as my throat spasms around his meat, milking even more. Then he hits the home stretch, and I know this rhythm: long, deep strokes into my open throat, dickhoney flowing and coating all of me lips and tongue, until at last he thrusts in all the way and holds my head in place. I feel the contractions in his dick as his balls start pumping his jizz into my throat, pulling back slightly after the first couple of spurts, because he knows how much I want to taste him, to feel his spooge coat my mouth. Then finishing off back inside, buried deep and rubbing the outside of my throat as I milk out the last drops of his balljuice.
He pulls back enough to let me breathe, but holds my mouth in place, and this time there's no doubt what's next. The anticipation alone has me boned to the max, and I start furiously flogging my hardon as another stream of his hot piss starts to fill my suckling mouth. On the second big gulp, I blow my wad and shoot all over my stomach and chest, my thighs and the kitchen floor, body wracked with the most powerful cum I can remember having in years.
Francisco keeps his softening dick in and around my mouth as I slowly come down from cloud nine, smearing his juices around my lips, offering me his puckered foreskin to clean with the tip of my tongue, licking inside to get as much of his spunk as I can, the combined taste of his piss and jizz making me almost purr in contentment and gratitude. He's finally too sensitive to continue, and removes his spent prick from my mouth, smiling down at me with a look of profound satisfaction, giving it one last wipe across my smiling face. He and I both know this first time will most definitely not be the last.