Uneasy Sucking
Chapter One -- First Suck
Alan first sucked cock soon after he left home following high school graduation quite a few years ago. He was a skinny kid then, he certainly wasn't "out", and wasn't comfortable with trying to pick up a complete stranger, fearing getting beat up or somesuch.
In the pre-internet days, that made satisfying his urge a problematical proposition.
Back in those days he'd put an ad in a "swingers" magazine, which was the only vehicle then to meet people for sexual activities, at least that had some guarded aspect to it...you didn't have to tell someone your phone or where you lived and they didn't know your face. You registered, paid a fee, and the magazine acted as middleman in mailing responses to ads back and forth. It was up to the men and women involved to decide when to actually give personal info or meet face to face.
He still remembered the first time he'd met a man to suck him. In his ad, Alan had written in the verbage of the time, "Slim bi-male, 21 [he was actually only 19, but the law was clear], seeks cut men to receive oral pleasure. Southwest Missouri area."
A couple of weeks after he put in the ad, he got a letter in the mail. He knew it was something from the magazine because it had his ad code scrawled in the corner. He hurried inside his apartment and ripped it open in anticipation.
The letter was brief, not much more than a note, but it said how the guy was 24, single, lived in the same area, and liked the idea of a blowjob without having to wine and dine a woman in the vague hope of having such sex. He gave his name as Bob.
After some correspondence, a meeting was set for a small home that Bob was fixing up. Alan thought that was pretty smart...a neutral place where Bob still didn't give away his actual residence.
When Bob opened the door on the meeting night, Alan saw a dark-haired, mustached man in his late 20's who was just slightly portly, but with pleasantly good looks.
Soon things got awkward. First, Bob offered Alan a beer, but Alan didn't drink beer and declined, which left Bob with a can in his hand and the only one drinking. A tv was on and they sat on each end of a couch. There were various tools and containers and bric-a-brac on the floor along the walls. Bob stared at the tv and sipped his beer, not looking at Alan.
Alan hadn't been sure exactly how the meet would go, but it sure wasn't like this.
After a couple minutes of this increasingly uncomfortable scenario, Alan took a breath and bolstered his courage and said,
"Bob, why don't we talk about sex?"
For the first time since he'd offered the beer, Bob looked at him. He gave a kind of nodding shrug and said,
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay. Well, I was pretty clear in my ad, I thought. I want to suck cock. You answered with that in mind, so...."
Bob kept looking steadily at Alan, not helping with the obvious, so Alan took another deep breath and said plainly,
"So, instead of..." he waved slightly at the tv, "Why don't we take off our clothes and you let me suck you?"
Bob blinked, nodded, set his beer on the floor and stood up. He gestured to a short hallway and said,
"There's bedroom I set up for us down there."
Alan got up and walked down the hall, aware of Bob walking close behind him. It hit home to Alan then that he was going to have man's dick in his mouth in a minute and his breath quickened. He felt his cock start to throb a little.
Alan turned into the only room in the hall that had a light on. One wall was half ripped out with the 2x4's and insulation exposed. The lone window had a roller shade pulled down over it. A bare light bulb in the middle of the ceiling cast sharp light on the bare mattress in the middle of the floor. To Bob's credit, he must have vacuumed because the old carpet was clean and the mattress looked new.
Alan stepped to one side and started pulling off his shirt, meeting Bob's eyes briefly as he came in the room. Soon enough they'd both shucked their shirts, shoes, and pants. Bob had a modest beer belly, but not too much. Alan had got a little ahead of Bob and was the first to drop his briefs. Bob stepped out of his pants and went to hook his fingers in his briefs, but Alan suddenly had an idea and said,
"Wait. I want to do it."
He stepped over the other man and knelt, breathing hard. With his face just a couple of inches from Bob's crotch, he reached up and caught the waistband. He slid the briefs down slowly, loving how the bush of hair first came into view, then the base of Bob's cock, then finally the length and the cockhead. As the waistband brushed over the cockhead coming off, Bob's dick twitched and flexed up a little bit, and all of a sudden Alan felt his own penis throbbing rapidly to a hardon.
Bob's cock was average in length but with a heavy-looking head on it.
He finished pulling the underwear to the floor and Bob stepped out of it. Alan's eyes were riveted on the slightly moving cock through the procedure and he felt like moaning.
Some long moments passed with Alan caught up in eyeing Bob's cock before he realized that Bob was awkwardly waiting, arms to his side, for Alan to do something or another.
Alan looked up the length of the naked man in front of him and said,
"How do you want it?"
Wordlessly, Bob stepped around Alan and lay down on the mattress. He put his hands behind his head, then, in the first indication of enjoyment he'd shown so far, took a deep breath, looked Alan in the eye, and moved his legs wide apart.
Alan walked on his knees to the bottom of the mattress, then climbed on and crawled up between Bob's legs until his face was over the man's cock. He put his hands on Bob's waist, momentarily struck by the warm sensation of simply touching another man familiarly like that. Then he lowered his head and took the head of Bob's cock into his mouth. He moaned around it as he gave himself over to the sensation. Closing his eyes to appreciate the taste and feel better, he started rhythmically sucking.
He'd read various advice about cocksucking, but had soon thrown up his hands at all the seemingly endless numbers of fancy-named techniques that were promoted.
He'd finally just decided to concentrate on covering his teeth, to make a good cylinder of his tongue and inner cheeks, and suck with enthusiasm.
He felt Bob's cock growing harder and bigger, filling his mouth. His sucking was noisy, and he frequently slurped to keep drool from running down into Bob's crotch. The feeling of a man's penis growing hard in his mouth, knowing it was due to his sucking, was a wild turnon.
Bob's excitement was rising rapidly as he looked down at Alan's head going up and down on his cock. To have the kid's mouth sucking his dick was just like he fantasized. Even the occasional, slight teeth contact only emphasized that someone had their mouth around him.
He breathed heavier, and started groaning as Alan's mouth sucked and sucked his dick. Belatedly, he realized they'd never talked about one thing.
Panting a bit, unthinkingly starting to draw his legs up as his belly tightened, he blurted.
"You're getting to me...do you want to pull off...?"
Alan, who had been caught up in the new sensation of tasting precum seeping out of Bob's slit, shook his head slightly and made an emphatic denial of "Mnh, mnh!" around Bob's penis.
"Ohhhh..." Bob groaned. He thought that was the height of eroticism about a blowjob, and the part he liked best in the porn he read. Frankly, it was an aspect that emphasized the idea that he was just using this kid's mouth as a cum receptacle.
That warm mouth kept sucking and sucking, and then he felt his cum welling up to shoot. His hips rose up off the mattress a couple of inches and then suddenly he was coming, shooting his load into Alan's mouth.
Alan blinked as he felt the cockhead in his mouth expand slightly, followed immediately by Bob pushing his hardon further into Alan's mouth clear back to his throat. Alan choked at the unexpected shove into his mouth, coughed, and then the hot and salty cum was spewing repeatedly out of Bob's dickhead.
Alan mentally scrambled as he fought his choking, tried to keep from biting, all with the spurting cock and Bob's thrusting pelvis complicating things. But he was able to give himself over to the moment he'd thought of so much. The somewhat bitter and salty taste of cum was a surprise, something he'd foolishly not thought of, really. But the reminding thought that this was coming out of Bob's balls and shooting down the length of his cock and into Alan's mouth allowed lust to take over.
He moaned and swallowed greedily as Bob grunted and volleyed cum again and again into his mouth.
After another few seconds it was over. Bob settled back down to the mattress with a thump, the movement jostling his cock anew in Alan's mouth and causing a final spurt.
Alan, panting through his nose, continued to suck softly, cleaning up the last gobs of cum and suctioning off leftover spit. The cock in his mouth softened slowly, and he dipped his chin almost to the matress as he angled his head to look up at Bob.
Bob's modest gut was moving in and out with his breathing, alternating between hiding and showing his chest from Alan's view down between his thighs.
Bob looked at Alan's face, his lips circling Bob's cock, his cheeks moving as he continued to suck the spent dick. He sighed, tightened to pulse a bit of remaining cum out of his dick, then said,
"I'll be wanting to meet again."
They did.
The next time when Alan came to the house, Bob said how he had a painful time with needing to piss after he got off during their first meeting, so he'd want to take a leak before Alan sucked him from now on. Alan shrugged okay.
So in the meetings they had from then on until Alan moved away, they had a little ritual. After Bob was naked, he'd go and relieve himself. Alan would watch Bob's pissing cock with interest and good humor, since it wasn't something you could hardly do in a public restroom. When it came time to suck Bob, he didn't really mind the slight off-taste, and Bob got a kick out of his cocksucker accepting a piss-wet dick into his mouth.
A number of times they would do their thing right there. Bob would flush, Alan would put the seat down and sit, then Bob would straddle Alan's knees and push his cock into Alan's open mouth. Soon enough all parties would be enjoying themselves, with Alan cupping Bob's buttocks and Bob holding Alan's face as he enthusiastically sucked. Bob would unload his cum into Alan's mouth with loud grunts, and Alan would swallow with answering moans of his own.
They left that first uneasy suck far behind them.
THE END
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