The first time I sucked a cock.
I was in my late 30's by the time I had managed to get over my societal and personal hangups to actually indulge my needs in this area. Despite all my reservations, and despite the less than ideal situation and subject, I no longer hold any sort of reservation about indulging in what I now consider to be one of my favorite past times.
I had on a good buzz at the party, and had been pretty free and loose in flirting with the large percentage of gay men there. It gave my confidence quite a boost, and my inhibitions were dropping like a rock as my girl at the time kept tempting and teasing me with the kind of men that she knew I was interested in. (She was fully aware of my interests and had taunted me with them when she fucked me with strapons over the past couple of years.)
I was out on the covered walkway by the side of the house when a man came up and bummed a smoke from me. He was in his mid to late 50's, not all that handsome, a linebacker build gone to pot, and a large barrel belly. We chatted for a moment before he brought me up speechless. "Your nipples are pierced. Thats hot. Do you like them pulled and sucked on?" (My shirt was rather tight and they were pretty obvious through the fabric, especially with the low temperature outside.) He reached out and started pinching and pulling at my nipples. I was too stunned to stop him or even protest.He slid a hand up my shirt and gripped my pecs like they were tits and began pulling and yanking on my rings. I gasped and arched my back before I realized what was happening. When he put his mouth on my nipples and used his tongue and teeth to work me over like I have never before (or since) felt, I knew that this unattractive, overweight man was going to have his way with me. It was a startling revalation. He squeezed my balls roughly through my jeans, and it made my already hard cock spasm. He pulled my hand down and tried to place it on his own package, but his belly was too large for me to reach. He drove me wild with his ministrations, alternating between sensuous and painful, of my nipples and kneading my balls the same way. I am pretty sure that it was only a few short minutes that passed, but it seemed like forever.
He pushed me down onto my knees, and I barely knew that I went down to them, I was so worked up. The next thing I really know is that I was palming some very large balls, almost unseen in the massive patch of long, grey, and curly hair that clothed them. They felt like plums. And then there was the fat, wide cockhead that I found my lips slowly stretching to accomodate. I know I moaned as the fat mushroom head popped past my lips because it made my cock twitch and gave me a vague warmpth inside me as my asshole clenched. The massive forest of unkempt grey hair assaulted my nose and lips almost before my lips passed the spongy head of his cock. There was a rank, musky, and continuous slick taste on my tongue that I am sure was a heavily leaking cock.
Even aside from the massive and prickly briar patch this man had, the taste of his cock was enough that I had to surpress several gags. It tasted like a bad morning piss smelled, and there was a definate funk, like a rank armpit, that pervaded my mouth. The smell of his massive bush was decidedly sour, and added to my gagging reaction. I dont think he was a disgusting individual. Im pretty sure that he was just very, very hairy and horny and sweaty. Not that that realization helped me at all at that point, but my disgust at the taste, smell, and appearance of the man was wholly subsumed beneath my pent up desire to do just exactly what I was doing right now.
His fat, plum shaped head touched the back of my throat as I pushed my face down deep into his bush, cocking my head slightly to account for the belly that pushed against my forehead. I pulled back only when I needed to breathe like I was drowning. I could not understand or explain just how exquisite the feel of his cock in my mouth was. My tongue tasted every little inch, my mouth explored every little vein and fleshy bump that existed on him. When I pulled back to gasp for breath, a long and thick stream of slobber splatted audibly on the sidewalk.
My reticence meant nothing. I was broken of that kind of mental block forever from the first moment I had put my mouth on a cock. Despite the entire spectrum of unattractiveness that the man exhibited to me, I couldnt help myself.
His belly sagged. His bush was near rediculous proportions. He smelled bad. He tasted bad. His cock was maybe only 5 inches and unattractive, even by older man cock standards. There wasnt a single thing that I liked or was interested in from this man. Even in my dirtiest (at that point) male fantasies, I would have never even considered thinking about anything with him.
But I caught my breath and plunged my face down over his cock with a lust that I have learned to enjoy since then.
I was warned several times about my teeth. It was my first cock, after all, and he was actually quite thick. I soon found a rhythm and managed to push away all thoughts and sensations aside from the delicious thing that I was pleasing. My tongue and cheeks ached for days afterward, and I still feel that supreme sense of satisfaction, lust, and need today that I felt then. I know he was groaning and saying things to me, but I dont remember any of that. I only remember the supreme contentment and need I felt having a cock in my mouth.
I do remember him barking at me and pushing my head down and pushing the fat head of his cock just into the beginning of my throat; not quite enough to gag, but deep enough that I wanted to touch my cock and cum. But my hands were on his hips as he jabbed the plum shaped head of his cock rapidly in my mouth.
His load was massive. It blasted out in several thick streams against the back of my throat. I could feel the impact of the spurts against the back of my throat, and feel the thick liquid slide straight down into my belly. I had to open wide and push up my chin (an instinctive reaction) to take his cum without violently vomiting. I could hear my gags and belches as I held my mouth open, face nearly suffocated against his hanging gut, teeth mashed against his root, taking a load that I only wish I could shoot.
He pushed his rapidly softening cock in and out of my mouth a few times before he yanked it back out of my mouth. The suction pulled up the last dregs of his thick cum and it hit my tongue. I am sure he said something rude to me before he patted my face, zipped up, and went back to the party inside the house. I couldnt tell. The thick taste of his cum, by far the most bitter and rank bit of cum I have ever had the displeasure to encounter, was full in my mouth, and I was struggling not to puke out my guts.
It took about ten minutes of me leaning on a pole and gagging to hold down the violent eruption that was threatened as my abused taste, smell, and visual senses combined with purely physiological signals that my throat was sending to my brain.
When I could be reasonably certain I wasnt going to empty my stomach then and there, I reached down, unzipped my jeans, pulled out my cock, and after only a few tugs, blew one of the biggest and hardest loads I have ever had come out of my cock. Ten minutes later I was sucking down whiskey to cover the disgusting taste in my mouth, and to stave of the humiliation of what I had just done. The old, fat, smelly, gross man had already left the party. I havent seen him since, but some of my friends have.
Despite the disgusting individual, my first experience at sucking cock was something that I regret not doing 20 years sooner. I am a bit more picky now, but simple hygiene goes a long way. I guess it speaks to my need and dedication to sucking cock that I got off on sucking off someone that I would never, ever want to or desire to. One little bit of it has stuck with me, however. I have quite the thing for older, stocky, hairy bear types.
Anyways, thats the story of the first time I sucked a cock. It should be evident that I love it.