Warm Promise

It seems like I have always known that I was attracted to cock. When I was 18, I found a copy of a "Playgirl" magazine. I didn't know why exactly, but my eyes felt drawn to the images of nude men on the pages. Even then, I found that cock looked beautiful to me, even somehow arousing.

Looking at an adult magazines. A sexy woman posing next to a gorgeous, hanging or hard cock, acting as if she was about to suck it. Oh, the feelings they gave me. I felt so jealous of her.

I didn't know why I had such thoughts and desires. I only knew that I did and that they were powerful.

Nights were spent touching and pleasuring myself, so curious and horny for cock. A thought, an idea out of desperation, perhaps. A way to at least partially live out the fantasy. I flipped my legs back until my feet were on the wall behind me. I wanted to experience what it was like to be cummed on, just like the girls in the magazines. The sight of a cock, even my own, so close to my face was such a turn on. I stroked myself until a flood of cum rained down on me and shot into my mouth. I struggled to hide my gasps and moans of pleasure. It was euphoric. The taste of cum seemed odd at first, but also wonderful and addicting. The scent, melted into my mind. I just laid there imaging that it was the cum from one of the amazing cocks that I had seen in the magazines. Maybe, even from a horny, randy stranger that had found me and used me for his pleasure. A scene that was becoming a regular fantasy of mine.

I couldn't wait to try it again. Only this time, I would take it further. I flipped my legs back and this time over my head. I strained and felt the tip of my cock on my lips. It was exhilarating. It was pure ecstasy. I felt desperate for more. With effort, I found that I could suck it. Oh, the way it felt on my lips and tongue! I don't know which I found more pleasurable, sucking or getting sucked. I loved it, though. I loved feeling the warm flow of semen as it filled my mouth. This time, I swallowed it and instantly felt intoxicated.

I am just being honest.

I soon found that I could just sit and lean over. My hands under my thighs, I could pull myself down and fill my eager mouth with hard dick. I just could not seem to get enough. Making myself cum, swallowing it as if starved for it. It felt so good, but I began to know that it was the action that I loved. I loved to suck cock, I knew it, even of it was only my own, for now.

It all only made me crave a real experience, all the more. The desire to suck cock felt overwhelming.

Back then, it just wasn't talked about... this kind of desire. I could imagine being with a friend, or a stranger, but I was always to afraid to try anything. What if they rejected my advance, worse, what if they told others.

I started to drive past the adult bookstore on the edge of town. It felt anonymous, enough. I had heard the rumors about what happened inside. Horny men getting satisfied. Gay men on their knees. I found it exciting just to drive by.

One early morning, I noticed a car pacing me. The only two cars on the road at that moment. It seemed he wanted my attention. I looked over to see a guy, not much older than me, boldly gesturing. He held his fist close to his mouth, the universal gesture for sucking cock, it seemed. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. A tingle, a rush ran through me. Within seconds, I knew that I would pull over for him. I was just so curious, so horny and eager for a male on male encounter.

I parked and he got out and came to my door. I opened it, filled with anticipation. Blonde and heavy set, he wore a t shirt and sweat pants. Just a regular looking guy, a guy like me. Guys that craved cock could come in all forms, I was learning. I don't even remember what was said, if anything. He had my cock out and was now expertly sucking it. I felt myself melting, all warm and tingly. So quickly, I felt my orgasm build. It was just the most erotic moment. Forbidden lust, the possibility of getting caught.

Every nerve felt raw, every muscle tense, I was about to cum! He knew it, too. He surely felt my shaft pulse and throb between his lips. A sign that an experienced cock sucker would know meant that cum was about to spurt out and flow. He pulled his mouth away, I looked down. Just in time for both of us to see the first white, thick stream of my semen shoot out. I think he sighed at the sight. The erotic beauty of a cumming cock. Very quickly, he dove his mouth back down my shaft, completely draining my balls of every last drop.

It had been the most amazing orgasm of my life, but I knew what I craved even more. I could not miss the chance. I reached out and caressed his own hard cock through the material. I guess that I could be bold, too! I almost felt weak to it's power. Thick, firm to the touch. It was as if my mouth was watering.

I didn't even think before I spoke, "You feel amazing," I told him.

"I've never had any complaints," he answered back. I found it odd and boastful, but when you are endowed, you're endowed, I guess. I could feel it's thickness, it's length. I could feel how the fat shaft turned narrow and pointed, at the tip.

"Can I suck it?" I asked. The look on his face, I think it surprised him. Most young men, it turned out, lose their nerve after having their orgasm. They want cock so badly before, but lose that desire, after. I had none of those inhibitions.

We switched positions and I was greeted by a life changing sight. Why, I don't know, but it was the most erotic and sexual sight I had ever seen. I now knew why he wore sweat pants, such easy access! His big cock was the most intense of turn ons. The way it felt on my tongue, firm, warm, inviting. On my lips, soft, rubbery, amazing. I took it into my mouth and felt it stretch my lips as they slid half way down. It was official, I loved sucking cock.

I sucked him and licked him, until he started to stroke himself. I watched on, in lust. Fast strokes, his fist moving quickly over his fat shaft, until he began to moan. I moved my face closer, I wanted this so badly.

At first, almost clear cum ran out form his tip. It looked so damn sexy, I licked it up without a second thought. The taste was intoxicating! It made me feel almost dizzy. Then, spurts of it erupted out and I gasped in delight. His cum flowed down his fingers and I licked that up, too! I sucked hard on his arrow shaped head and felt his cum slide down my throat. I was hooked.

This was it, this was the stuff of fantasy. This is what I loved and craved.

He gave me his number. It wasn't more than a few days before I was desperate for more. He would be the first guy that I ever kissed. That too was more erotic and sensual than I would of imagined. I would lick and suck his nipples, it turned him on so. Big, rubbery nipples, he was heavy, they were almost like breasts. I'd lick and suck them, anything to get to suck that cock again. He would feed me his cum, over and over. I could not get enough, it seemed.

Now, so many years later, it still seems like I can not get enough. Perhaps stories for another time.