Everybody likes to talk about their first time. Mine was a disaster, of my own making, so I won't bore you with it. I was nervous, scared, and frightened; afraid that somehow people close to me would find out, afraid of not being any good at it, afraid of catching a life-threatening disease. All those stupid fears. I'm a smart guy, and I should have known that there was no way people would find out, since I was travelling on business and three thousand miles from home. I should have known I'd be no good, since I'd never done it before and like everything else in this world you only become good at something by practicing. And as for the disease thing, well, as it turned out there was no fluids exchanged, so no worries.
But my second time, now that was a great experience! I'd gone about six months since the first time, and after realizing all my fears were silly, I'd begun to really get the urge for more man/man sex. I'd had one cock in my mouth, which in retrospect was unbelievably glorious and exciting and erotic, and I was coming to terms with my desire for more and my bisexuality. I knew I wanted it again. I had to have it! I knew that this time I'd be better, that I'd be enthusiastic and energetic. I knew that it had to happen.
I met him in a chat room. He was coming to town for a convention. He was a married man, like me, travelling from Iowa. Late thirties, like me. Bi, like me. We got to know each other a little. He had a little bit more experience than me, but not much. He saw pics I'd taken of my cock, soft and hard. I saw pics of his. Fucking beautiful! My mouth watered! We chatted almost every day up to the day he travelled.
Our arrangement was simple. I told the wife I was going into work really early, which luckily wasn't all that unusual so she didn't even question it.
He didn't have to be at the convention until mid-morning, so I would meet him around 6:30 a.m., and we'd spend a couple of hours enjoying ourselves. I got to the hotel, and rang his room. He didn't answer! What the fuck? I was so let down, I couldn't believe it. I wandered around the lobby and outside for a few minutes, worried that I'd made a mistake, worried that I'd done something to mess it up! More importantly, I was genuinely worried I wouldn't get to suck his cock! Finally, I figured I'd give it a last try. Back into the lobby to the house phone.
It rang. He answered!!!!
"Hello?"
"Hi Scott, it's me!"
"Hi!!! Did you call earlier? I had to go quickly fax something back to head office and I was worried I'd miss you!"
"Yeah, I did call earlier. Anyway, do you still want to get together?"
"YES!! Are you kidding? Yes, fuck yes!"
I made my way to the elevators and got in. He was on one of the top floors, and another gentleman got on the elevator with me. My hard-on was tenting out my pants, and while I did my best to cover it with my hands, I watched the man steal a peak at me and smile. He was probably early fifties, a little silver in his hair, wearing a suit. Probably just had breakfast and was on his way back to the room to get his briefcase and get on with his day. He smiled and said "good morning" to me. I smiled back and returned his greeting. When we got to his floor, he stepped into the lobby and turned to me, and before the doors closed he pointed at my cock, now rigid in my pants, and said "have fun!"
God, I was so embarrassed, and yet so turned on. I smiled and said "I will" and then was on my way.
I got to the floor, and Scott's door was down the hall. Knocking on the door, he opened it up quickly. We both took stock of each other. I was 39, 5'9", 175 lbs., reddish hair, blue eyes, in good shape, hairy all over and very cute. He was in his late thirties, about the same height, a little stockier, with glasses, and wearing a t-shirt and track pants, which were bulging. I smiled as he invited me inside.
The view was stunning. His suite had floor to ceiling windows, overlooked the harbor, and had an incredible view of our major park too. I was really taken aback by the view, and he mentioned that he could close the drapes if I wanted. I almost yelled, "NO!" I really wanted this to happen and the thought of doing it in front of this great view just turned me on even more.
We stopped near the foot of the bed for a moment and looked at each other silently, just appraising. Then I smiled, which made him smile. I didn't need to work up any courage, since I truly felt at ease and comfortable with the situation. I just leaned over and kissed his lips. HOLY FUCKING JOY! Almost instantly our tongues were dancing back and forth, our hands wrapping around each other, pulling each other into a hard embrace. I could feel his turgid cock in his track pants, and I'm certain he could feel mine. My hands slipped down and I kneaded his ass cheeks. God, I'd never been so turned on.
We were French-kissing like crazy, enjoying each other's tongues and lips and getting off on the smacking sounds, and finally, after a few minutes, broke away to catch our breath. Looking at each other in the eyes again, we smiled and then giggled, sharing an unbelievable experience. He mentioned something about getting more comfortable. I instantly dropped to my knees and pulled at the waistband of his track pants. I had to pull them out, since his hard-on was getting in the way, but as soon as it sprung open my mouth watered and I literally moaned out loud. As he stepped out of the pants, I surprised him and leaned forward, taking his cock head into my mouth!
I was in heaven! Circumsized, about six inches, straight as an arrow, and hard as stone. He moaned very loudly, and ran his fingers through my hair. God, all I could think about was inhaling his cock for the next few hours! It was obvious he'd been primed for this for awhile, and his helmet was covered with pre-cum, which I swallowed as noisily as I could. I wanted him to know that I was a cock slut. I marveled at the softness of the skin, contrasted with the firmness of the flesh. I can still vividly remember the scent, musky and exciting, and the heat of his skin. He began thrusting his cock a little bit, trying to get more of it into my mouth. One of my hands reached up to begin fondling his balls, which elicited another loud moan from him. Gently pushing him backwards and crawling forward at the same time, we got to the king-sized bed, and he lay back, trying to not let his cockhead escape my lips. Of course, I was making damn sure that didn't happen too! I was a cock slut, and there was no way on this earth I was losing my mouthful!
He drew his knees up and I really started going to town. He was more than warmed up, and I wanted to get all of his shaft into my mouth. My first blowjob had been amateurish, and I wasn't going to let that happen again. I shed all my inhibitions. I existed solely to suck this cock, to drink his cum, to make him spurt every ounce of juice from inside. My mouth formed the perfect circle, and I began with each downstroke to take more and more of him inside me, every time making sure that at the top I ran my tongue up and over his head again, playing with the tender underside of his head, making his moans fill the room. He kept murmuring "oh fuck yeah" as I increased my pace and my distance. Up and down and up and down now, increasing my tempo faster and faster, my finger finding his hot ass hole and testing its' tightness. He loved it!
I sprang off his cock long enough to envelop one of his balls in my mouth, which made him squirm in delight. I hummed a little bit, and he loudly barked his approval. Then, going farther than I'd actually planned, I let his ball go and moved my tongue down to his rosy bud. He'd mentioned once in our chats and emails that he loved the idea of being rimmed. Well, today was his lucky day! I took one large lick of his crack, like a child does on an ice-cream cone, and his fingers tightened in my hair. Then, while he was still squirming and writhing, I made my tongue into a hard pointed missile and aimed it right at his ass, and when it hit his hole he opened up like butter and I licked and sucked him as he almost screamed in bliss. FUCK THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!
I tongue-fucked him for a bit, working more and more into his hole, and then, when he wasn't expecting it, instantly moved up and in one second took the entire length of his cock into my mouth, so his head was firmly lodged at the entrance to my throat. I remember being amazed and thrilled that I could actually do it!!! I could feel the soft pointy pubic hairs in my nose and on the outside of my lips. I can remember with incredible detail how his hips suddenly lunged up from the mattress, how his thighs clenching and tightened, and within a second or two at most how he started howling and then shooting cum straight into my belly. Nothing had prepared me for the utter joy of swallowing that creamy load, with Scott banging his cock into my mouth again and again as his body shot it's supply of love juice. His thighs were squeezed up against the side of my head, and he was thrashing about on the bedspread totally oblivious to the noise he was making.
A few more squirts, and he'd shot his load. I slurped up and down his shaft again, making sure I got every drop of cum. God I was so hot! I kept thinking that I had finally done it, finally become the cocksucking cumslut that I'd always dreamed of! I'd been incredible! My worries about being no good at it were totally allayed, that much was obvious. I'd just given a blowjob like no other!
Scott began to calm down from his orgasm, and I carefully and lovingly continued to lick and suck his cock as it began to deflate. His breathing was beginning to return to normal, and I stayed between his legs with his cock in my mouth as he came down. My eyes looked up his body all the while, seeing his chest rise and fall more slowly now, smiling to myself at the state of his nipples, which were so hard from excitement that he could probably cut glass with them! I vowed to spend a little time orally worshipping them too, when I'd had my fill of his cock.
Finally, after a few minutes, I let his now soft cock out of the grasp of my lips, and began to move up his body. Taking a nipple into my mouth, I softly bit down on it, and he groaned again. I could tell that every single thing I was doing was working, exciting this man, making him my stud. A minute or two later, I moved up more, and he raised his head, searching out my lips for a kiss. That was probably the most amazing part. Here I was, still fully clothed, having just given this man a blowjob, and he was thirsting for a kiss from me, to share whatever taste was left in my mouth, and to show me how much my sucking him had meant. He devoured my mouth then, his tongue and lips taking charge of me. He rolled me on to my back, and continued kissing me, open-mouthed, tongues dancing across teeth and dueling with each other.
Meanwhile, his hands were busy undoing the buttons of my shirt. My belt came next, and he proved to be a skillful lover and was able to get my zipper undone and my pants partly shoved down while never losing touch of his mouth on mine. I knew what was coming, I knew that he wanted to return the favor, and that I'd soon be pushing my cock into his mouth, and squirting my cum into his mouth.
My dreams came true that morning. We sucked each other off twice, and I rimmed him a lot more. We spent time just chatting, two naked men who'd just sucked each other off like cumsluts talking about life and women and sex. Then, we got into a really hot 69, him on top, and sucked each other off one last time. That was an incredible experience too, feeling the weight of another man on my, his mouth on my cock, his hands fondling my balls, while my mouth was busy swallowing his cock as he pumped it in and out of my mouth. Neither of us had too much cum left, but it was still a delight to feel that juice erupt out of his cockhead while it was in my mouth and hear his moans around my rod, which instantly produced my own cum.
I showered, and then he walked me to the door. We kissed again, more passionately and romantically and tenderly. He thanked me for a wonderful time, and I assured him that no thanks were necessary. It really had been my pleasure. He mentioned that the conference he was attending was an annual event, and that he'd really love to see me again the next time. I promised him that I'd be there, come hell or high water.
That was in March of last year. The anniversary is coming up. I'm so excited about sucking his cock again. I've sucked a couple since then, which I'll tell you about in other writings. For now, I can't wait to see Scott from Iowa again. This time, I've got some new things I want to try to include with our incredible cock sucking!
This time I want his cock in my ass!
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