Moment of Weakness (part 1)
This story was inspired by a hot picture that became the setting for the temptation scene in part 1. Little did I know that a moment's weakness would change my life! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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In my heart I have been a cocksucker all of my life. I was only 19, so it wasn't a very long life, but as long as I could remember I was drawn to cocks. Perhaps it was in reaction to my being told not to play with myself as a child.
It felt good, and the fact that I wasn't supposed to do it made it even more attractive. I wondered about other guys cocks – would they be the same? As young kids some of the boys in the neighborhood would show me theirs if I showed mine. We even touched each other, which felt wonderful, despite being too young to cum.
For reasons I cannot explain, as a young boy I wondered what it would be like to take a cock into my mouth. That was long before I knew about blowjobs, but was certain that it was very taboo.
As I grew I learned that guys who played with other guys cocks were called queer or homo or faggot, and were considered abnormal.
I held my interest in cocks, but kept it to myself.
When I went through puberty and started looking at skin magazines and readying dirty stories, I learned that cocksucking was actually a sexual act and there could be no worse insult than to call a guy a cocksucker. When I finally was able to climax I watched my seed shoot out, wondering what it would be like to have someone shoot into my mouth.
Cocksucking soon became my favorite jackoff fantasy, and I would generally cum as I my fantasy guy unloaded in my mouth. It was really arousing, but as soon as I would cum I would feel the most terrible guilt!
I would feel so ashamed and wonder what it would be like if everybody knew my secret desires. After a few minutes the feeling subsided, and didn't return until my next climax.
I would looked a skin magazines of men and women, and imagined that I was the woman sucking the big cock. The magazines aroused me even more than my imagination.
One day I went to an adult book store and found that their magazines were a lot more explicit than the drug store magazines. I looked at the covers of hundreds of them. They were wrapped in plastic so I couldn't page through them, but could look at the front and back cover, which left nothing to the imagination.
As I moved from aisle to aisle I came to the gay section. I was mesmerized to see magazines with pictures of men sucking men. I searched around and found a magazine that featured women getting facials and then picked up a gay blowjob magazine and put it underneath and went to the counter.
When the guy at the counter saw the gay magazine he smiled and I blushed. While he was a complete stranger, it still bothered me that he had figured out my kinky desires.
This was the story of my sex life. I dated girls and liked them a lot, but found myself thinking about cocksucking.
I really, really wanted to suck a cock, but was terrified to try. I read personal ads on craigslist and actually answered a few, but chickened out before meeting.
One day I was in a local shopping mall and had to take a leak. The rest rooms were tucked away behind the stores and difficult to find. I had to ask at the information desk to find the men's room. I walked in and saw a row of stalls and sinks, but no urinal. I walked to the end of the stalls and saw a urinal. I noticed a hole several inches in diameter in the stall wall. I thought it was so guys sitting in the stall could watch others piss. That was ok with me, since I loved to look at cocks too.
As I pissed, I heard something next to me and was surprised to see a cock extending through the hole – it was semi erect and very nice looking. I was mesmerized by the sight of this cock so wonderfully offered to me!
I took it in my hand and gently squeezed it, feeling it grow. It was hot and red from all the blood engorged in it. I wondered what it would be like in my mouth, and as I did, I involuntarily found myself dropping to my knees. The head of the cock was now inches from my mouth, and I gently kissed the head, and then opened my mouth and took it in.
I couldn't believe what was happening! It just seemed to happen as if I were not in control of myself at all. As I held the hot cock in my mouth I marveled at how wonderfully it fit into my mouth – as if cocks and mouths were supposed to be together!
He started to move in and out of my mouth, which made me realize that I needed to suck and make him cum – not just hold him in my mouth. Being inexperienced I was probably very awkward. Sometimes he would push to the back of my throat and I would gag. This caused me to pull back a little – I wanted to suck him off – not puke all over!
I felt like I was living in a dream world when I felt his cock enlarge a bit more, and then begin pumping his load into my mouth.
The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced – it was very strong and vile tasting. I felt like I wanted to puke, and quickly pulled off, spit into the urinal and flushed it. I quickly left the men's room, returning to the shopping area with a bad taste in my mouth.
I was also aroused and had to hold my coat in front of me so others would not see the bulge in my pants. I sat on a bench and thought about what had just happened. After all these years of wanting to suck I finally did and it was wonderful! I truly regretted that it had taken me so long for this to happen, and wished that I had started years ago.
The taste in my mouth stopped feeling bad, and I began to regret that I had spit instead of swallowed. I went home and later to bed. I found myself wishing that I had swallowed, and resolving that if I ever had another chance that I would swallow without hesitation.
I drifted off to sleep knowing that now I was truly a cocksucker.
The next day I returned to the mall, hoping to find the cock to suck again. I entered the men's room and found nobody offering their cock. Disappointed, I thought about answering more craigslist ads, but then realized that I was several hours earlier today than I was yesterday.
I decided to return at the same time, just in case my guy kept regular hours.
Upon my return I walked up to the urinal and was glad to see the cock extend through the hole. I recognized that beautiful cock and was glad it was the same person. I stroked it to erection before dropping to my knees and sucking him. I knew I was still very unskilled, but I tried moving my tongue around his cock while I sucked, and he responded well. It was such a wonderful feeling to hold that manly organ in my mouth. Soon he was cumming and I immediately started to swallow and found that I only got a little bit of the flavor that way. I felt a lot better finishing the blowjob with swallowing. This time I was not as nervous, and found myself whispering "thank you."
I got up and left the men's room, hoping that I could keep coming back for more.
I returned home and as I lay in bed I had such a wonderful feeling of accomplishment – it was like I had achieved my life's dream!
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