I was 20 the first time I sucked a grown man’s cock. I was in college, and like most college guys, I was incredibly horny all the time. I used to go to local adult bookstores to watch videos and jack off, and I remember flipping through the channels and seeing some videos of guys having sex together. At first I would quickly turn to a different channel, but after a while I started to stare, more out of curiosity than anything else. Truth is, I was starting to become turned on by these videos. I wondered if it felt good to touch and be touched by another man. Little did I know, I would soon get the answer to all my questions!
One rainy evening, feeling high and horny, I went to my favorite bookstore to watch some videos. I exchanged a $5 bill for some tokens and headed back into the dark video booth room. As usual, it smelled like stale cigarette smoke and semen. If you’ve been in one of these places, you know the smell. This particular place had doors you could close, but some of the rooms had small, crotch-level Plexiglas windows that allowed you to see into the next booth. I figured this was to discourage guys from jacking off, because when you sat down and looked through the window, you were looking right into the next guy’s lap. Usually I tried to avoid these booths, because I wanted some privacy, but on this particular night, that was all that was available. I entered the booth and closed the door, nervously keeping an eye on the small window to my left.
I sat down and started flipping through the channels on my video screen. I hoped to be able to jack off before someone came in to the booth next to me. I was paranoid, more afraid to get caught masturbating in public than anything else. I didn’t want to go out like PeeWee Herman.
You can imagine how my heart started pounding when someone suddenly sat down in the booth next to me. All I could see was a guy rubbing his crotch, which was bulging through a pair of Levi’s. I watched, unable to take my eyes off the sight next door, when suddenly a face appeared in the window and looked at me. I quickly looked away, but noticed that he was signaling for me to come over to his booth! I sat there frozen, my heart beating in my ears. In an instant, he was in my booth, and he closed the door behind him. He just stood there and looked into my eyes. He was a large black man, about 35 years old. He started to touch my right nipple, and slowly worked his hand down my chest and stomach. I surprised myself when I said, “Not here, lets go to your place.”
I followed him out into the parking lot. He told me that he lived close by and to follow him in my car. On the way to his apartment, many thoughts raced through my mind. I thought about turning off on a side street and losing him, but I was too excited for that.
He closed and locked the door behind him as we entered his apartment. He asked me to sit on the couch. He put on a video of a bunch of young guys fucking each other, and it seemed like a European movie. I wasn’t really concentrating, because at this point he had sat next to me on the couch and was looking at me. He told me his name was Jerry and we introduced ourselves. He asked me if it was my first time. He said I was free to do or try whatever I wanted, and that I should just relax. He started things by touching my leg and thigh. I responded by putting my hand on his crotch. He stood up, unbuckled his pants and opened his fly. I slid his jeans down to his knees; he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Staring me right in the face was a big semi-hard cock. I touched and stroked it, feeling it get harder in my hands. As I leaned forward to take Jerry’s cock in my mouth, it was a moment that seemed to last an eternity. Soon his dick was sliding in and out of my mouth. I was surprised how warm and soft his hard cock felt. His balls tickled my chin as they bounced back and forth.
After a few minutes of me performing my first blow job, Jerry said he was going to fuck me, and told me to take my clothes off. As I did this he brought some Vaseline and condoms, motioning for me to get down on the living room floor. I was a little nervous at this point, but too excited to resist. I wondered what it would feel like to have that cock in my ass!
I got on my hands and knees and Jerry lubed up my asshole with the Vaseline. He slowly slid that big cock into me, moaning with pleasure as he did. He stated to fuck me with slow, long strokes. I reached down and grabbed my own dick and started stroking it while he fucked my ass. This seemed to excite him, and he fucked me harder. As he was about to cum, he stopped and said we should finish this in the bedroom.
He lay down on his bed and told me to take the condom off. He then pushed my head down between his legs and told me to suck his cock. I was really worked up by this point, and didn’t hold back my enthusiasm. I sucked and fucked his cock with my mouth, and he had a firm grip on my head, pushing my mouth on to his cock. I could tell that he was about to come, and I was ready.
The first sensation I noticed was pre-cum squirting warm and sweet into my mouth. Then as he let out a groan and arched his hips, he blew his entire load into my mouth. He kept humping my mouth and shooting cum, and when he was finished, I swallowed the whole sticky load. I sort of gagged on it, but I got it all down.
Jerry was breathless and sweaty, and I was totally satisfied with my stomach full of warm semen. Jerry said it was my turn, and started to go down on me, but then a funny thing happened: I couldn’t get hard. Here I had just had the most raw and raunchy sex experience of my life, and I couldn’t get my dick hard. That is when I realized that I was only excited by giving, not receiving. Jerry was certainly satisfied, so he didn’t seem to mind. Later that night when I went home, I must have jacked off five times thinking about sucking his cock.
Since that time, I have had a bout a half dozen similar encounters. I suck their cock, make them come, and I am satisfied. I do not get turned on at all when I am on the receiving end. I don’t know what this appetite for cock sucking is called, but I am sure that there are other guys out there like me. Except for my taste for cock sucking, I consider myself an average guy. I am married, and I love women. But every so often, I get the biggest hard on fantasizing about a big stiff cock in my mouth. Am I gay? Bisexual? A cum slut? If you think you know, or have any comments about this true story