Thought it'd be good to log some true stories here, so I'm giving this a try. I've written fiction before but it's always been a bit larger than life, I'm endeavoring to keep the entirety of this is true.
Last summer, my Husband had to go back to visit his family. He was going back for six to eight weeks to his home town, about four hours away by car. We have pretty good communication and have played with others before, I asked for his permission to invite someone over to play while he was away. He very graciously granted me that request.
I made a post on an online personals board for someone to meet with, given I had the opportunity I was going to explore fantasy. I usually engage in deep throat play with my Husband and I did think a little that I might get rusty without any regular play, so I folded that in too. My listing read:
"Short bearish guy, bit bearded, seeking out partner for throat play.
Seeking out a friendly guy who's happy to take a fistful of my hair and do some long slow humping. Keen on guys with down curves or flexible hardons, prefer to find a good angle to enjoy you stretching me out."
This is way more forward than my normal approach, but I was hoping to nab a slightly more aggressive type of guy.
It worked. The next couple days I had a few emails filter through. Most of these I disregarded, they were sent in the very early hours of the morning in a clearly drunken ramble, but one guy stood out. He was blunt and fairly straight to the point:
"Hey available today. 30yo straight guy, rugby build, would love to train your throat. 6.5 in clean, cut cock and a heavy cummer.
Let me know."
I read his message at work and my stomach flipped a little, an invitation on the day is usually not my thing but it meant he was more invested in the rest by far. We started talking about setting up a meet for around about the time I'd finish for the day, thankfully easy because I was working from home. We traded pictures, though he preferred to stay anonymous so his showed his cock and legs only.
I wanked my dick idly throughout the day to amp up my sexual appetite, plus only ingested water to keep the experience as clean as possible. I hadn't met anyone for a hook up like that since I had met my husband eleven years prior so the butterflies in my stomach were practically buzzing!
As the day approached the end I was eyeing the clock what felt like every five minutes. My "volunteer throat stretcher" had sent me instructions to buzz him through my flat gate and wait for him nude in my room. As soon as I clocked out I raced to strip, shower, dry myself and grab a couple extra dry towels before I heard my intercom beep. I buzzed him through, unlocked the door and retreated to my room to wait for him. As instructed, I placed the towel down and knelt on top of it to wait for him.
After a moment I heard his boots on the floor of the hallway and my front door clicking shut, then his steps approaching. I could practically hear my heartbeat in my ears, at this point allowing him to remain anonymous felt a little scary. Thankfully he didn't leave me to worry, he entered the room and I immediately relaxed.
I couldn't see his face well because he kept his mask on, but his body was beautiful. I did catch that he had blondish hair cut into a fade on the sides, and that he did indeed have a rugby build, thick tattooed arms and shoulders under a dark tee and a strong belly too. He didn't say anything except to nod at me and removed his clothing quickly, pulling his shorts off over his shoes.
I kept my eyes down to respect that request for anonymity, and he rewarded me by approaching quickly with hardness in hand, nudging it insistently against my lips. They had dried from my anxious breathing but my mouth quickly filled with saliva as his head slid into my mouth, giving me a little trail of precum to taste across my tongue. He didn't have a strong odor, clean and slightly sweaty.
He allowed me to slide my mouth up and down at my own pace for a minute to help lube his length before he decided to drive, grabbing my hair in his fist and pressing my face down further. It was exceptionally hard to resist gagging, his up curve fought the downward curve of my throat completely and every minute movement made his cock head bash my tonsils and uvula. After a few minutes he pulled his cock out of my mouth and gestured at the bed, time for a proper feeding.
I grabbed the towels - now slightly less dry - and propped them under the edge of the bed to catch anything before jumping on and laying on my back with my head hanging over the edge. As I turned over to lay I could see strings of precum/mucus/saliva mixture dripping off his cock on to the towel, a couple landed in my facial hair as he was lining himself up.
At this angle he was no longer inhibited by the mismatched curve, my throat opened up to him completely, and he fully took advantage of that by sliding in to the point he was mashing his pubes against my chin. He gave me a moment to acclimate before beginning a slow humping motion, pulling his dick out just a couple inches to give me an opportunity at a breath between parking it back down my esophagus.
This was exactly what I had been hoping for! The deep stretch felt rough, uncomfortable and also absurdly erotic. I was conscious that my own erection which had softened during the more uncomfortable face fucking earlier was now fully stiff and probably waving at him with each of his thrusts. Every time he slid in deep I could feel his cock head nudge up against my Adam's apple before shunting it aside, I briefly touched my throat to confirm that his helmet was indeed distending my neck a little from the inside.
Once he set up his rhythm he was remarkably controlled. He was rough with the facefucking, but he was careful to give me breaks to breathe and slow my heart rate, he'd pull out and rest his balls over my lips instead. As I sucked in air and lapped at his balls he'd offer quiet praise, telling me that I was taking him well, calling me a good boy. It was completely unexpected from the tone of his emails but this contrast worked for me, it bolstered my interest in withstanding the discomfort for his enjoyment.
So we played that game for ten, fifteen minutes. He'd savage my throat until I was going purple in the face, then pull out and offer tender words of encouragement to get me eager to take him again. After too long the excitement caught up with him and on one of those deep thrusts he shakily asked if he could finish in my throat.
I made my best attempt to nod with my head trapped against the side of the bed and he reached down to grab at me with both hands, thrusting rapidly into my face with all regard for softness gone. Where I had resisted fairly well for the session I did gag and choke in response to that assault and the brought up mucus lubed his final thrusts, allowing him to park his cock head right in that stretched deep point and unload.
He groaned and shivered, blocking my airway entirely and locking me tight against his groin until he finished cumming. I didn't taste anything.
After a moment he stood and wiped his cock with the towel from the floor before throwing it to me, so I could clean myself up too. He waited outside my flat as I dressed and I let him out.
Afterwards I received an email:
"Excellent throat. If you ever need more training get in touch"