His cock wasn't just long -- it was. It wasn't just fat -- it was. It was both. I had never actually seen a cock I would describe as a beer-can dick, but this was pretty close to it. "Excellent show, white boy," he said, as he walked closer to me. I felt myself blush, and must have looked surprised. "Yeah, I saw most of it. Especially at the end, when you drink that guy's cum right down. You ready for a second act?"
I wasn't sure what to say, I merely nodded. I was still just staring at his cock, wondering how much bigger it would get. "I'm not into having an auidence white boy, so why don't we go into the the woods a bit." He turned and walked off into the woods. I continued to stay on my knees, still not sure of what I was getting myself into. He stopped, and turned. "Well, you want my cock, right boy?" I nodded again. "Then get up and follow me."
I stood up, trying to ignore the pain in my knees, and followed him. There was a faint path leading off into the woods that he took. I followed him, and we walked silently for a few minutes, getting deeper into the forest. Around me, I could see we weren't the first guys who used this area for sex; there was the occasional used condom on the ground. Finally we reached a small clearing; in one corner there was a tree.
"You looked good down on your knees. Why don't you get down on them again?" he said. He was pointing in front of the tree. Without even thinking, I kneeled down in front of the tree, leaning up against it. This was a lot more comfortable than just kneeling in the picinic area. He walked up to me, his cock on level with my face, just inches from it. I knew what was going to happen next.
"So white boy, what do you like to be called? Cocksucker or cumdrinker?" he asked me.
"My name is Jon" I said. Although I had just sucked off a guy and swallowed his load, the names weren't me. I was gay, yeah, but I wasn't one of those.
"Well, aren't you just the cutest little white boy, Jon." He brushed his hand against face, and looked down into my eyes. My eyes were darting between his face, his dark brown eyes staring intently at me, and his cock, like a thick black snake hanging inches away from my lips. "But I just saw you slurp down a nice big load of cum, and you are nearly hypnotized by my tool." He shook his hips slightly, and exactly as he suggested, my eyes followed his cock back and forth. "So, I think the question remains, cocksucker? or cumdrinker?"
"Cocksucker," I whispered. I could feel my face blush red, but I wanted to feel his manhood in my mouth, taste the bit of pre-cum at the tip.
"Good choice. Of course, you'll still drink my cum, cocksucker. You can call me daddy." It seemed a little odd, since he was at most 25 or so. "And cocksucker, speak up. Daddy doesn't like a cocksucker to whisper."
"Yes, Daddy." I tried to speak as clearly as possible.
"And what do you want cocksucker?" he asked.
"I want to suck your cock." He smiled at me, this was what he wanted to hear. "I want to swallow you cum"
"Yeah cocksucker, I know what you want. But I want you to beg for it."
"Please Daddy, let me suck you off. I want to drink your cum, I want to feel your cock in my mouth, you shooting into my mouth." I wasn't really sure what I wanted at this point, but I knew I wanted to at least try that cock of his. "Please, let me suck on it. Let me drink your cum." I looked up at him, and it wasn't hard to have a look of longing on my face. I wanted to feel it in me, I wanted to see what kind of load he would shoot into my mouth.
"Yeah cocksucker. You have nice lips. Now, let's see them wrapped about my shaft." He stepped forward a bit, and now his cock was right by my mouth. I took that as a cue, and took his head into my mouth. There wasn't any precum this time, just a warm, spongy cockhead that filled my mouth. It was a fat cock; I had to stretch my mouth just to get it in. I knew I would never be able to take all of it.
But I at least tried. I took as much of it in my mouth as possible, feeling it hit the back of my throat with only about half of it in. I started to work on, going up and down what I could of the shaft. As I worked him over, I realized that he wasn't yet fully hard. I could feel his cock get harder and firmer as I worked it over. At least it wasn't growing that much longer as well.
It only took a few minutes of sucking on his cock before he was completely hard. I was a little surprised at how hard he got -- most of the cocks I had played with of his size never really got rock hard, but just firm. He was just a solid shaft, about eleven inches long, and I would guess seven or eight inches around. My mouth was open as wide as I thought it would go, and my lips were still stretched around his tool. He was doing most of the work, slowly pistoning it in and out of my mouth. I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, and realized that even at that point, I was only two thirds of the way down his shaft.
"Damn, gets me so fucking boned up seeing your lips stretched around my cock," he said. I grunted in agreement, licking the tip of his cock. "Oh yeah," he grunted in response to my licking. He pulled his cock out a bit, leaving just the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue all over his head, feeling the texture of the skin, his slit, and getting a taste of a little drip of pre-cum.
He let me work over his head for a few minutes, then returned to sliding his cock into my mouth. Once more, I could feel his head press against the back of my throat. I tried to move back to accomodate his thrusts better, but realized I was up against a tree. I adjusted the angle of my head, and felt his thick head press up against my throat, forcing it's way in.
As best I could, I relaxed my throat muscles, letting him push his way in to me. I felt his fat cockhead invade my throat, pressing up against the walls, stretching them. "Yeah, let me into your throat," he said. I could feel him push harder, his cock forcing itself deeper into me. With my head against the tree, there was nothing I could do but let him bury his shaft into me. It was uncomfortable, but when I felt his balls against my chin, there was rush of pleasure. I had managed to get his entire cock in my throat.
However, it was short-lived. My gag reflex kicked in, and I had to pull off his cock. If anything, feeling his tool pull out of my throat was more painful than it forcing it's way into me. I could feel every millimeter of shaft scrape against my throat. But at last it was out, and I could breathe. I must have gasped a bit, because he asked "You ok boy?" I nodded, and licked on his head a bit, trying to calm down and catch my breath.
"It's a big one, isn't it?" he asked. I nodded in agreement. "Gotta work at taking all of it, huh?" I nodded again, just glad I had only the cockhead and a bit of his shaft in my mouth. "But your throat feels so fucking fine around my cockhead." I nodded again, and continued to run my tongue over his head, hoping to get him off soon. "Let's try it one more time, okay?" he said. I shook my head no, I didn't think I was going to be able to take it again.
"Yeah, just once more. I know you want to do it again, just so you can say you did it. And I'm going to shoot soon as well." I looked up at him, and nodded a bit. I had no will power compared to his massive cock. He reached down and grabbed my head in his hands, tilting my head up slightly. He held it in place firmly, and pushed his cock into me again, stopping right as my throat started.
He held that position for a second. "Cocksucker, you're going to swallow Daddy's cum, aren't you?" he asked me. With his cock buried in my mouth and his hands on my head, all I could do was nod vigorously. After all I had been through, it felt like my just reward. It would also soothe my sore throat a bit.
The nodding was good enough for him. I could feel him press his hips into me, and his cock slide into my throat. Unlike the previous time, he didn't stop, but forced it all the way in a single forceful stroke. I tried to suppress the gag reflex as best I could, letting him enjoy the feeling of being inside of me.
He went in and out of me a few times, but I think he was pretty close, since he quickly began to shoot his load. I could feel the pulse of semen travel down the length of his cock, and shoot into me. He pulled out a little with each additional spurt, moaning in pleasure. On the last spurt, only his head was in my mouth, allowing me to taste his cum. It was surprisingly sweet; I would have liked to taste more of it. He let his cock rest in my mouth for a while, as the last spasms of the orgasm wore off.
As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he said "Cocksucker, you really should learn how to deep throat better." I looked up at him, and he continued, "You're good, but not excellent."
"Your cock is too big." I said, but I knew it was just an excuse. Somehow I knew every man, especially the hung ones, deserved to be deep throated. I thought back to Kevin the previous night, or even to Travis who I had just sucked off. Had I done the best I could?
"That's just an excuse cocksucker, and you know it." He continued, "Give me a call, and we'll practice. I know you can do it, cocksucker." He handed me a card. Printed on it was "Anaconda," and a phone number. "And of course, you know why it's called Anaconda." he said as I read it. I stuck the card in my pocket. "Call me tonight," he said. "We can start tomorrow." He laughed a little.
"Ok," I said. I wasn't sure why he was laughing. This was getting a little too much for me. I had nearly choked on his cock, but yet, I knew I was going to be calling him later tonight. I was both afraid and strangely turned on by the notion of "practice," and what it meant in learning how to suck cock.
---- Thanks to everyone who has sent me comments and ideas. They are appreciated. Still looking for men who can continue my training.