CurtisMacD
January 19th, 2006, 09:22 PM
I was shooting pool with my buddy Jack in the basement recreation room of my family home and having a hard time concentrating on the game. Jack looked hot as hell in a tight white T-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders, muscular arms and washboard stomach, and equally tight stonewashed jeans. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the burly bulge in Jack’s crotch. He noticed and seemed silently pleased until the seventh or eighth time he caught me when he said, “Sometimes I wonder about you, Curt.”
“Wonder what?” I asked.
In a matter-of-fact tone, Jack said, “If you’re queer and if you want to blow me.”
“You’re putting me on, right?” I snapped back defensively as I felt my face turn beet red in confirmation.
“Why would I do that?” Jack said, looking me squarely in the eyes.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s okay with me,” Jack said. “I’ve never had my cock sucked. I’d love to find out what it feels like. If you want to suck it, why shouldn’t we both get what we want?”
“I’ve never even had a blowjob, yet alone given one,” I said truthfully.
“Here’s your chance to change that,” Jack said, ”half of it anyway.”
“I’d rather change both halves,” I said, hopefully.
“I’m sure you would, but I’m not queer, Curt. I’m just a horny guy with an eight-inch dick who’d like to get sucked-off for the first time. And you know what they say; half of something is better than all of nothing. It’ll be our secret, Curt. Nobody else will ever know.” Through a mischievous smile, Jack added, “I promise, I won’t come in your mouth unless you want me to.”
“I always heard that’s one of the three great lies,” I said. "The check is in the mail, I’ll still respect you in the morning and I won’t come in your mouth.”
“Well,” Jack said, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to end up coming in your mouth.”
Jack didn’t wait for me to say another word. He knew I wanted to suck him as much as he wanted to be sucked. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the waist of his jeans and unzipped his fly. In a single motion, he pushed his jeans and white cotton briefs down until they rested on his size twelve sneakers. His dick was already about three quarters of the way up to the eight inches he claimed.
I knelt in front of him, both scared and eager to taste my first dick. I wrapped my right hand around his shaft and jerked it a bit as it quickly shot the rest of the way up. I didn’t have a ruler, but I was pretty sure it surpassed his eight-inch estimate.
I started by licking his bright purple dick head, teasing it with my tongue, getting used to its feel. He seemed to grow even harder. I licked my way slowly down his stiff shaft, to his tight burly balls, then back up to the head. “That feels great,” he said, encouraging my tongue on its horny trip.
When I reached the tip, I took just the head of his dick into my mouth, sucking on it as my tongue playfully licked its super-sensitive underside. He rewarded me with an appreciative “Aaahhh” and that spurred me on.
I slid my mouth down a little further on his dick, then back up to the tip of his head, before descending again, this time taking slightly more of his man meat into my mouth. I continued the process, each time taking more of him in my mouth before returning to the tip of his dick head, and he kept saying, “Oh, yeah. That feels fucking great. Fucking great.”
The more he let me know how good my mouth felt, the more I wanted to suck him. With each horny trip my mouth took, I felt myself becoming a better cocksucker. I kept taking more and more of him into my mouth until I gagged as his thick dick head pressed against my amateur throat. I kept repeating that trip, sucking my way down on his cock until his dick head pressed against my throat, and then sucking my way back until just my lips touched his dick head before returning his dick head to my throat. I looked up at his heartthrob handsome face. The squint in his eyes and his litany of pleasure moans told me my first blowjob was a roaring success.
I got turned-on even more and sucked him wildly, devouring his cock. Now it even slid down my hungry throat. I could feel my own hard cock pressing against my jeans. I was so hot from the taste of his cock in my mouth, and the pleasure I knew I was giving him, I was afraid I was going to explode in my pants. “That’s it. That’s it,” he kept saying almost breathlessly. “It feels so fucking good!”
And then his warning came. “I’m getting close,” Jack said. “I’m getting fucking close. I want to, but I can’t hold back much longer. You’re a fucking great cocksucker!”
At that moment, I knew I wanted to take him all the way. I had tasted my own cum several times, getting used to the taste as I prepared myself for this moment. Now I wanted to taste Jack’s creamy delight!
I slowed down, wanting his cum, but not wanting the experience to end. I loved the feel of his stiff, hot cock in my mouth. I savored the taste of his horny flesh. I did three or four super-slow runs up and down his appreciative shaft. I could feel him struggling to hold back until we both realized he needed that ultimate release.
Jack took charge. He put his hands on my head, holding it still as his stiff shaft began fucking my mouth, moving in and out, still slowly at first, then gradually building to a furious, passionate, almost uncontrollable pace, making me long for his cock’s explosion. He quivered and shook and let out a joyous yell as he gave me his final fiery thrust. His manly joy juice surged feverishly into my devouring mouth. It excited me as much as if I was coming myself, and I kept sucking him even after I felt I had sucked out every succulent drop.
Reluctantly, I released him. My own hard-on was ready to burst itself. I pulled down my fly, parted the flap of my briefs and took out my rock hard dick. Without even stroking it, my hot creamy cum shot out spontaneously. “Fair is fair,’ Jack said as it landed on his bare legs and still hard cock.
“Wonder what?” I asked.
In a matter-of-fact tone, Jack said, “If you’re queer and if you want to blow me.”
“You’re putting me on, right?” I snapped back defensively as I felt my face turn beet red in confirmation.
“Why would I do that?” Jack said, looking me squarely in the eyes.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s okay with me,” Jack said. “I’ve never had my cock sucked. I’d love to find out what it feels like. If you want to suck it, why shouldn’t we both get what we want?”
“I’ve never even had a blowjob, yet alone given one,” I said truthfully.
“Here’s your chance to change that,” Jack said, ”half of it anyway.”
“I’d rather change both halves,” I said, hopefully.
“I’m sure you would, but I’m not queer, Curt. I’m just a horny guy with an eight-inch dick who’d like to get sucked-off for the first time. And you know what they say; half of something is better than all of nothing. It’ll be our secret, Curt. Nobody else will ever know.” Through a mischievous smile, Jack added, “I promise, I won’t come in your mouth unless you want me to.”
“I always heard that’s one of the three great lies,” I said. "The check is in the mail, I’ll still respect you in the morning and I won’t come in your mouth.”
“Well,” Jack said, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to end up coming in your mouth.”
Jack didn’t wait for me to say another word. He knew I wanted to suck him as much as he wanted to be sucked. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the waist of his jeans and unzipped his fly. In a single motion, he pushed his jeans and white cotton briefs down until they rested on his size twelve sneakers. His dick was already about three quarters of the way up to the eight inches he claimed.
I knelt in front of him, both scared and eager to taste my first dick. I wrapped my right hand around his shaft and jerked it a bit as it quickly shot the rest of the way up. I didn’t have a ruler, but I was pretty sure it surpassed his eight-inch estimate.
I started by licking his bright purple dick head, teasing it with my tongue, getting used to its feel. He seemed to grow even harder. I licked my way slowly down his stiff shaft, to his tight burly balls, then back up to the head. “That feels great,” he said, encouraging my tongue on its horny trip.
When I reached the tip, I took just the head of his dick into my mouth, sucking on it as my tongue playfully licked its super-sensitive underside. He rewarded me with an appreciative “Aaahhh” and that spurred me on.
I slid my mouth down a little further on his dick, then back up to the tip of his head, before descending again, this time taking slightly more of his man meat into my mouth. I continued the process, each time taking more of him in my mouth before returning to the tip of his dick head, and he kept saying, “Oh, yeah. That feels fucking great. Fucking great.”
The more he let me know how good my mouth felt, the more I wanted to suck him. With each horny trip my mouth took, I felt myself becoming a better cocksucker. I kept taking more and more of him into my mouth until I gagged as his thick dick head pressed against my amateur throat. I kept repeating that trip, sucking my way down on his cock until his dick head pressed against my throat, and then sucking my way back until just my lips touched his dick head before returning his dick head to my throat. I looked up at his heartthrob handsome face. The squint in his eyes and his litany of pleasure moans told me my first blowjob was a roaring success.
I got turned-on even more and sucked him wildly, devouring his cock. Now it even slid down my hungry throat. I could feel my own hard cock pressing against my jeans. I was so hot from the taste of his cock in my mouth, and the pleasure I knew I was giving him, I was afraid I was going to explode in my pants. “That’s it. That’s it,” he kept saying almost breathlessly. “It feels so fucking good!”
And then his warning came. “I’m getting close,” Jack said. “I’m getting fucking close. I want to, but I can’t hold back much longer. You’re a fucking great cocksucker!”
At that moment, I knew I wanted to take him all the way. I had tasted my own cum several times, getting used to the taste as I prepared myself for this moment. Now I wanted to taste Jack’s creamy delight!
I slowed down, wanting his cum, but not wanting the experience to end. I loved the feel of his stiff, hot cock in my mouth. I savored the taste of his horny flesh. I did three or four super-slow runs up and down his appreciative shaft. I could feel him struggling to hold back until we both realized he needed that ultimate release.
Jack took charge. He put his hands on my head, holding it still as his stiff shaft began fucking my mouth, moving in and out, still slowly at first, then gradually building to a furious, passionate, almost uncontrollable pace, making me long for his cock’s explosion. He quivered and shook and let out a joyous yell as he gave me his final fiery thrust. His manly joy juice surged feverishly into my devouring mouth. It excited me as much as if I was coming myself, and I kept sucking him even after I felt I had sucked out every succulent drop.
Reluctantly, I released him. My own hard-on was ready to burst itself. I pulled down my fly, parted the flap of my briefs and took out my rock hard dick. Without even stroking it, my hot creamy cum shot out spontaneously. “Fair is fair,’ Jack said as it landed on his bare legs and still hard cock.