My Journey.
Inspired by a comment...
We were young. It started out as a dare. A kind of game of "I will, if you will." I told him not to cum in my mouth. I'm not sure how much I really meant it, but I didn't want him to think I was gay or a totally sissy. I remember how wonderfully light headed I felt as I moved to my knees in front of him. His soft cock and tight balls looked so alluring to me. There was so much young curiousity and lust welling up. It had been for a while, by then, actually. His dick looked so appealing. I didn't know why, it didn't matter why, anyway. I took it into my mouth right away and right away, it felt incredible, almost magical. My whole body, my mind, seemed to tingle with delight. Everything about it just seemed so right, the position, the taste, the sensation. I couldn't let on though, at least I thought that I couldn't. Feeling him get hard, it was so satisfying, so erotic. I could imagine doing this everyday and yet I felt an unexplainable urgency. I knew the whole point, what I wanted most, was to make that cock spurt and cum.
Sucking him, hearing him and feeling his body tense and shake in pleasure, it was all so addictive feeling. He did not warn me, as I asked him to. His orgasm exploded into my mouth and taught me a lesson about boys, their needs and their honesty. He also refused to return the favor, teaching me another valuable lesson about straight boys, in general.
Most importantly, I learned the pleasure of cock. The joy of pleasuring cock.
As time went on, I wondered if it really was as incredible as I thought it was, or had I just built up the memory into this huge thing? The memory of it was my "go to" when I masturbated and my eyes were always drawn to the images of cock when I was lucky enough to steal glimpses at adult magazines, but was I really that insatiable for it? Could it truly be as amazing as I was making it out to be in my head?
My urges were so strong, I craved another encounter. I was thinking sbout it way too much. I felt that I had to give into it to know for sure.I had just started driving and I took my father's pick up truck to another town, where I had seen an adult book store and video arcade before. I wasn't old enough to go in. There was a sign posted outside. I knew that I didn't have the nerve to anyways, but driving by it was a rush, none the less. I had heard stories that old, gay men prowled these places. They were seedy, deviant, but somehow it attracted me. I drove by once, then twice and noticed a car seemed to be following me and pulled next to me at a light. Strangely it seemed, but we were about the same age. Just about the only two cars on the road, I sensed what he wanted. I knew what he wanted. I could feel him looking at me, maybe even gesturing. He moved his car behind me and seemed to be following me, still as I drove away. In a quick, horny, impulsive decision, I pulled into a deserted parking lot. He parked next to me and got out. I wasn't even nervous, I just wanted it so much. The sun was just coming up. The was a light mist in the air, but it wasn't cold out. The parking lot lights turned off, it was still and quiet. We spoke in hushed tones as he stood next to my open pick up trucks door. He asked if he could suck my cock, I wanted little else more! I was already hard when I unzipped my fly and took my cock out for him. He leaned over and took it between his eager lips. His warm, wet mouth felt amazing! I knew this was not his first time! Expertly, passionately, he sucked me and I began to feel the most powerful orgasm build. I whispered, "I'm gonna cum!" but incredibly, he didn't stop, he didn't pull away. I released one of the most satisfying floods of cum I had ever experienced. I was breathing hard, spent and panting when he was done with me! I looked down, expected to see my own cum all over, but there wasn't a drop. To my surprise, he had hungerly swallowed it all. My head was swimming, it was intoxicating. I felt cock crazy. I reached down as he still stood close and felt his erection through his sweat pants. His cock felt thick and pointy. Wonderfully thick at the base and smaller at the tip, like a lusty arrow. I could not help but to pull on him and stroke him through the material. I understood his choice to wear sweats when he quickly pulled them down, freeing himself. Easy access. I inhaled sharpely, feeling his bare cock in my hand. It took my breath away. I asked if I could suck him, like he had of me. We switched positions, he sat in the truck's driver's seat and as if in a sort of out of body experience, I went down on him. It seemed like slow motion, but happened so quickly. I had his wonderful, delicious, thick cock in my mouth. It was such a turn on! I was already hard again and felt as if I was on the verge of yet another orgasm! I loved the way he tasted, I loved the way his cock stretched my lips. I felt euphoric, moving my mouth up and down his shaft. I couldn't wait to taste his cum and to make and feel his cock erupt. Quickly, to a chorus of "Yes's" and "Don't stop's," I felt the rush of his warm seed flow into my mouth. Taking a cue from him early, I swallowed his cum and continued to suck him.
The feeling was just incredible. I imagined that this must be what getting high or drinking alcohol must be like and feel like. It was more of that magical feeling, that tingle. All at once fulfilling, satisfying and incredibly sexy.
Still, I fought and resisted the overwhelming urges. Until, that is, my best friend in High School, expressed his own kinky urges. To this day, having sex with him was some of the best I had ever experienced, boy, girl or trans. While it may of started out slowly, cautiously, soon nothing was off limits. Soon, all pleasures were explored. Up til then, all my fantasy and attention had been on cock and that was where it started. His wonderful mouth on me and my horny mouth on him. He had deeper urges, though. I learned to love more, as well.
Stripping down, it was actually the first time I had been completely nude with another boy. It was amazing and freeing. It was the most erotic of feelings, seeing him, having him see me. He kept turning around, letting me see his ass. His amazing ass. I spanked it playfully, not sure what else to do, what was going to be acceptable. Touching him, spanking him, although playful, was immediately so much more for both of us. I felt it and I could feel, sense and see it in him, too. There were no directions, no road map, just natural lusts and instinct. We learned together. I quickly started to be so aroused by his bare ass. Soft, but firm and shapely. I loved to feel it with my hands, but wanted more. The first time I held his cheeks and gently spread them open to reveal his perfect, little opening, I thought he might cum! My own cock was achingly hard, too! It was so exciting. The whole scene was just so sexy. Our lusts were expanding and exploding. It quickly was becoming not about boys and girls and roles. It was becoming more about lusts and needs and urges.
Playful at first, it was all so new. We kind of laughed when I brought my lips to his cute ass and kissed it. There was an air though, it was filled with sex and lust and desire. You could feel it, you could sense it. I just wanted to so badly, holding him open again, I licked his delicate hole. He exhaled and I think, tried to hide his moan. My face between his ass cheeks, I licked him and gripped his slim waist. My cock was dripping precum. I never knew how exciting this would or could be. Another new lusty addiction. Soon, I was fucking him. Pushing my young, ever so hard erection into him. His tight, beautiful, little hole. It felt so good and was so exciting, but it was his pleasure that I remember most. The look on his face, the moans and orgasms, just amazing!
He had a beautiful sister and it was no secret how attractive I found her. Finally, we went out on a date, but the night only ended in frustration. Like most girls, that age, back then, nothing ever happened on the first date. Thankfully, he came out and met me in the truck. Words were not even needed, he leaned over into my lap and quickly had my cock between his lips. It felt so incredible, even somehow emotional, like it somehow meant just a little bit more than just sex. We both seemed to sense and feel it. I reached for him running my hand over his ass and finding his erection. Our soft moans, he looked up. There in the dark, sitting in the truck, we shared our first kiss. It felt so right, so intimate and made my orgasm into his wonderful mouth all the hotter, intimate and more satisfying. I melted and slumped over into his lap. I made love to his cock with my mouth that night. Afterwards, I think I said something like, "Why do we even bother?" Referring to both of our disappointments in dating girls. To which he responded something like, "That's what I have been wondering, too!"
Soon, I wasn't pursuing sex with girl's as much. I liked them, I was attracted to them, I kept up appearances, but sex was so much better with that boy. Almost dayly, we fed each other our cum and I licked and fucked his perfect, tight little ass. A typical day meant meeting up where we could, his house, my house, where ever. Depending on the mood, depending on the urgency, we would make out and let our orgasms wonderfully, slowly build. Gay sex with him was the center of my world back then.
As usually happens at that age, we drifted apart, however. Other interests, other people, crept in. After some time, I began to wonder if it was just a fling. Just a passing interest, affair and desire that I was growing out of. Maybe that is just what I was trying to convince myself of. The lusts never really went away.
I was just out of High School. Pretending that my desires did not really exist had only made them stronger, more perverted. I craved dick. It was my first part time job and soon I was sucking off my boss in the back room. Much older, heavy set, not one that one might call attractive, but his big cock was just so sexy. Drooling, slobbering blowjobs as I strained and struggled to take more down my throat. His dirty, lewd talk. He made me want to be a fuck toy for him. I started bending over for him to use for his need. I started to crave his cum inside me. Slapping my ass, pulling my head back by my hair. I felt such need now for cock. I'm sure to fulfill some need of his own, I started to ride him as he layed or sat back. Big fucking cock impaled me and I grinded on it, trying to milk it's cum out. My hole felt so gaped and empty when he was done with me. Somehow, I craved it, though. Somehow, I loved it. I was beginning to discover the thrill lf puttting my own needs second. The pleasure of just pleasing another. It could be so satisfying and erotic!
His use of me quickly expanded and I was his willing partner. Maybe I was using him, too. I knew I loved rimming ass. I wanted to do it to him. His fat, hairy ass and my perverted desires. My cock dripped when I buried my face into him and tasted his sweaty, salty hole. I layed on the floor and he straddled my face. Grunting, he pinched and pulled on my cock's head until I shook and released, covering myself in cum. I don't think I had ever cummed harder or more, than that day. I felt so wonderfully spent and used.
Shameful, kinky desires. I wish I could say that it was his idea, but I was the one to ask for it. I asked him to cum on my face. It sounded so sexy to me. I wanted to feel it and smell it on me after he sent me away. Driving home, I imagined people could see it on me, that they would know what a kinky little, cock and cum starved boy I really was!
Just young, kinky lusts, I told myself. Yet, as I got older, little changed. Sometimes, just brief encounters, just to fill the need. Going to get a massage, getting embarrashingly erect at his touch, knowing his cock was just inches away. Openly gay, he fed me his dick as I layed on my stomach. The perfect height to suck him. I bet that was not just by chance! Fuck, feeling him get hard. I loved it, so kinky and exciting. There were other people just feet away behind thin partitions! Muffled moans and he gave me his cumshot. So much hot cum and I greedily swallowed it all. I felt so light headed and just incredible, just amazing! Cum is intoxicating. Feeling myself melting away, I rolled onto my back and he gave me a hand job under the towel as he bent over and kiseed me. So sensual and erotic, I came so hard. I became his regular customer!
Feeling desperate in a strange town, I found a gay bar and got fucked in a bathroom stall. I needed to feel a man inside me. I needed to be used and satisfied and to feel him shoot his lusty load. The very next night, I sucked off an older guy in that same parking lot. His hand stroking the back of my head. His legs shaking, moaning, I tasted and swallowed his cum and felt absolutely euphoric.
Now in my early twenties, was this just the passing desires of a kinky, horny young man? I didn't know it then, but there was still so much to discover and explore.
Another gay bar in another town. I was surrised to see a pretty girl sitting at the bar. I was still so naive, I guess! My eyes were drawn to her, out of place, yes, but she was so sexy and beautiful. There was just something so special about her. Then I realized the truth and nothing seemed sexier! Bolder than usual, I approached and asked if I could sit down.
Cute, like a girl, but with a cock. I knew I could easily be in trouble. I could easily fall in love, I thought to myself. She had other ideas, however. She had no intention of loving in love, or really even dating. Her passion layed in group activities and she was on the prowl. I have no doubt many had fallen for her and into an orgy, probably hoping for more from her. I would of been more excited, if I was not so smitten by her. A room full or horny guys hardly sounds like a consolation prize! I just didn't know if I was ready for all that. I still struggled, trying not give into my desires. This seemed like a big step, one that I could not come back from. Her smile, her flip of her hair, I told myself, "Hey, it's just sex right?" "It's just incredible, Earth shattering, amazing sex!" I was in.
My attention was on her at first, like several other guys there. Then, I noticed two other "girls," like her. Guy's started to kiss. Guy's kissed guys, Guy's kissed the Tgirl's, the Tgirl's kissed each other. I was already so hard! As people started to slip out of their clothes, I saw that I was not the only one! I could not help but search out for the Tgirl from the bar. Her cute cock was still being held tightly down by her lace panties. My eyes were drawn to another Tgirl, she had one of the biggest hanging cock's I had ever seen. My legs went weak! I could imagine sucking it! I could imagine her fucking me with it! Desire and urge were in overload. I felt a guy's hand on me. I turned, he was so close. Our mouth's met and our tongues danced. Gripping each other's asses, we pressed our cock's togehter. The whole room was turning into one big orgy. It was overwhelming, I was consumed. I knew I had better slow down or my night would be over too quickly. I turned my attention to pleasing others. As guy's kissed, I filled my hands with their cock's and ball's. I made my way over the that well hung Tgirl. I joined another fan on my knees in front of her and we shared and took turns sucking her thick, but still hanging, amazing dick. I moved behind her, kissing my way around her. Her fat ass! I buried my face into her and licked up and down her ass crack. She tasted amazing! Her scented skin, her salty, sweet asshole. I found myself moaning, lost in the experience.
I could feel hands on me, encouraging me. After more horny and eager lapping at her asshole, I pulled my face from between her ass cheeks to see the hands on me were that of the beautiful Tgirl from the bar! No hesitation, I dove my mouth onto her dick before this spell of lust could be broken. Such a little devil! Such a crazy tease! She pulled away and her hand on the back of my head, offered me another cock, of the guy standing next to her. The room, the sounds, the scent of sex in the air. This was what it was like to loss all control. I sucked his cock, I licked his balls. He was joined by another and I sucked his cock, too!
A third joined them. He was holding his cock tightly. He seemed to be so close! He seemed to have such urgency. I was so ready! I locked my mouth onto his tight balls, pinning his dick to his abdomen just as his cum began to flow. Spurting and flowing from his tip, it ran down his shaft and onto my face. I could not help but moan! The scent of his cum! The feeling! The sensation, the thrill of getting cummed on! I just moaned and continued to suck on his sack, hoping to milk more from it. When he stepped back, I licked his cum off of my lips and felt intoxicated by it.
The night turned into a blur. That light headed, "high" feeling one gets from cock and cum and sex. I had cummed long ago, I wasn't even sure with who, or how. A guy kissed me open mouthed, I could taste cum on hs tongue. A hand pushed my face down to a guy's gaped ass in the air. I licked cum off his opening. I sat on my knees as I guy jerked off on me and felt hands on my waist. I bent over for him and he pushed his cock inside me. I moaned, simply lost in it all, until a random cock slapped against my face. I eagerly sucked it, matching my mouth's thrusts with that of the cock fucking me. I felt lavished with horny attention. Maybe because I was the new guy in the group, I don't know, but I loved it. A cock and cum frenzy. It was all just insane, a fantasy that I didn't even know existed.
That night sparked something, a deep love and lust for Tgirls. Combining my two favorites, I found them to be the perfect sexual partners. Pretty girls and women with sexy, delicious cocks. Willing and supple asses, to fuck to eat out. I had found the love's of my life.
We were young. It started out as a dare. A kind of game of "I will, if you will." I told him not to cum in my mouth. I'm not sure how much I really meant it, but I didn't want him to think I was gay or a totally sissy. I remember how wonderfully light headed I felt as I moved to my knees in front of him. His soft cock and tight balls looked so alluring to me. There was so much young curiousity and lust welling up. It had been for a while, by then, actually. His dick looked so appealing. I didn't know why, it didn't matter why, anyway. I took it into my mouth right away and right away, it felt incredible, almost magical. My whole body, my mind, seemed to tingle with delight. Everything about it just seemed so right, the position, the taste, the sensation. I couldn't let on though, at least I thought that I couldn't. Feeling him get hard, it was so satisfying, so erotic. I could imagine doing this everyday and yet I felt an unexplainable urgency. I knew the whole point, what I wanted most, was to make that cock spurt and cum.
Sucking him, hearing him and feeling his body tense and shake in pleasure, it was all so addictive feeling. He did not warn me, as I asked him to. His orgasm exploded into my mouth and taught me a lesson about boys, their needs and their honesty. He also refused to return the favor, teaching me another valuable lesson about straight boys, in general.
Most importantly, I learned the pleasure of cock. The joy of pleasuring cock.
As time went on, I wondered if it really was as incredible as I thought it was, or had I just built up the memory into this huge thing? The memory of it was my "go to" when I masturbated and my eyes were always drawn to the images of cock when I was lucky enough to steal glimpses at adult magazines, but was I really that insatiable for it? Could it truly be as amazing as I was making it out to be in my head?
My urges were so strong, I craved another encounter. I was thinking sbout it way too much. I felt that I had to give into it to know for sure.I had just started driving and I took my father's pick up truck to another town, where I had seen an adult book store and video arcade before. I wasn't old enough to go in. There was a sign posted outside. I knew that I didn't have the nerve to anyways, but driving by it was a rush, none the less. I had heard stories that old, gay men prowled these places. They were seedy, deviant, but somehow it attracted me. I drove by once, then twice and noticed a car seemed to be following me and pulled next to me at a light. Strangely it seemed, but we were about the same age. Just about the only two cars on the road, I sensed what he wanted. I knew what he wanted. I could feel him looking at me, maybe even gesturing. He moved his car behind me and seemed to be following me, still as I drove away. In a quick, horny, impulsive decision, I pulled into a deserted parking lot. He parked next to me and got out. I wasn't even nervous, I just wanted it so much. The sun was just coming up. The was a light mist in the air, but it wasn't cold out. The parking lot lights turned off, it was still and quiet. We spoke in hushed tones as he stood next to my open pick up trucks door. He asked if he could suck my cock, I wanted little else more! I was already hard when I unzipped my fly and took my cock out for him. He leaned over and took it between his eager lips. His warm, wet mouth felt amazing! I knew this was not his first time! Expertly, passionately, he sucked me and I began to feel the most powerful orgasm build. I whispered, "I'm gonna cum!" but incredibly, he didn't stop, he didn't pull away. I released one of the most satisfying floods of cum I had ever experienced. I was breathing hard, spent and panting when he was done with me! I looked down, expected to see my own cum all over, but there wasn't a drop. To my surprise, he had hungerly swallowed it all. My head was swimming, it was intoxicating. I felt cock crazy. I reached down as he still stood close and felt his erection through his sweat pants. His cock felt thick and pointy. Wonderfully thick at the base and smaller at the tip, like a lusty arrow. I could not help but to pull on him and stroke him through the material. I understood his choice to wear sweats when he quickly pulled them down, freeing himself. Easy access. I inhaled sharpely, feeling his bare cock in my hand. It took my breath away. I asked if I could suck him, like he had of me. We switched positions, he sat in the truck's driver's seat and as if in a sort of out of body experience, I went down on him. It seemed like slow motion, but happened so quickly. I had his wonderful, delicious, thick cock in my mouth. It was such a turn on! I was already hard again and felt as if I was on the verge of yet another orgasm! I loved the way he tasted, I loved the way his cock stretched my lips. I felt euphoric, moving my mouth up and down his shaft. I couldn't wait to taste his cum and to make and feel his cock erupt. Quickly, to a chorus of "Yes's" and "Don't stop's," I felt the rush of his warm seed flow into my mouth. Taking a cue from him early, I swallowed his cum and continued to suck him.
The feeling was just incredible. I imagined that this must be what getting high or drinking alcohol must be like and feel like. It was more of that magical feeling, that tingle. All at once fulfilling, satisfying and incredibly sexy.
Still, I fought and resisted the overwhelming urges. Until, that is, my best friend in High School, expressed his own kinky urges. To this day, having sex with him was some of the best I had ever experienced, boy, girl or trans. While it may of started out slowly, cautiously, soon nothing was off limits. Soon, all pleasures were explored. Up til then, all my fantasy and attention had been on cock and that was where it started. His wonderful mouth on me and my horny mouth on him. He had deeper urges, though. I learned to love more, as well.
Stripping down, it was actually the first time I had been completely nude with another boy. It was amazing and freeing. It was the most erotic of feelings, seeing him, having him see me. He kept turning around, letting me see his ass. His amazing ass. I spanked it playfully, not sure what else to do, what was going to be acceptable. Touching him, spanking him, although playful, was immediately so much more for both of us. I felt it and I could feel, sense and see it in him, too. There were no directions, no road map, just natural lusts and instinct. We learned together. I quickly started to be so aroused by his bare ass. Soft, but firm and shapely. I loved to feel it with my hands, but wanted more. The first time I held his cheeks and gently spread them open to reveal his perfect, little opening, I thought he might cum! My own cock was achingly hard, too! It was so exciting. The whole scene was just so sexy. Our lusts were expanding and exploding. It quickly was becoming not about boys and girls and roles. It was becoming more about lusts and needs and urges.
Playful at first, it was all so new. We kind of laughed when I brought my lips to his cute ass and kissed it. There was an air though, it was filled with sex and lust and desire. You could feel it, you could sense it. I just wanted to so badly, holding him open again, I licked his delicate hole. He exhaled and I think, tried to hide his moan. My face between his ass cheeks, I licked him and gripped his slim waist. My cock was dripping precum. I never knew how exciting this would or could be. Another new lusty addiction. Soon, I was fucking him. Pushing my young, ever so hard erection into him. His tight, beautiful, little hole. It felt so good and was so exciting, but it was his pleasure that I remember most. The look on his face, the moans and orgasms, just amazing!
He had a beautiful sister and it was no secret how attractive I found her. Finally, we went out on a date, but the night only ended in frustration. Like most girls, that age, back then, nothing ever happened on the first date. Thankfully, he came out and met me in the truck. Words were not even needed, he leaned over into my lap and quickly had my cock between his lips. It felt so incredible, even somehow emotional, like it somehow meant just a little bit more than just sex. We both seemed to sense and feel it. I reached for him running my hand over his ass and finding his erection. Our soft moans, he looked up. There in the dark, sitting in the truck, we shared our first kiss. It felt so right, so intimate and made my orgasm into his wonderful mouth all the hotter, intimate and more satisfying. I melted and slumped over into his lap. I made love to his cock with my mouth that night. Afterwards, I think I said something like, "Why do we even bother?" Referring to both of our disappointments in dating girls. To which he responded something like, "That's what I have been wondering, too!"
Soon, I wasn't pursuing sex with girl's as much. I liked them, I was attracted to them, I kept up appearances, but sex was so much better with that boy. Almost dayly, we fed each other our cum and I licked and fucked his perfect, tight little ass. A typical day meant meeting up where we could, his house, my house, where ever. Depending on the mood, depending on the urgency, we would make out and let our orgasms wonderfully, slowly build. Gay sex with him was the center of my world back then.
As usually happens at that age, we drifted apart, however. Other interests, other people, crept in. After some time, I began to wonder if it was just a fling. Just a passing interest, affair and desire that I was growing out of. Maybe that is just what I was trying to convince myself of. The lusts never really went away.
I was just out of High School. Pretending that my desires did not really exist had only made them stronger, more perverted. I craved dick. It was my first part time job and soon I was sucking off my boss in the back room. Much older, heavy set, not one that one might call attractive, but his big cock was just so sexy. Drooling, slobbering blowjobs as I strained and struggled to take more down my throat. His dirty, lewd talk. He made me want to be a fuck toy for him. I started bending over for him to use for his need. I started to crave his cum inside me. Slapping my ass, pulling my head back by my hair. I felt such need now for cock. I'm sure to fulfill some need of his own, I started to ride him as he layed or sat back. Big fucking cock impaled me and I grinded on it, trying to milk it's cum out. My hole felt so gaped and empty when he was done with me. Somehow, I craved it, though. Somehow, I loved it. I was beginning to discover the thrill lf puttting my own needs second. The pleasure of just pleasing another. It could be so satisfying and erotic!
His use of me quickly expanded and I was his willing partner. Maybe I was using him, too. I knew I loved rimming ass. I wanted to do it to him. His fat, hairy ass and my perverted desires. My cock dripped when I buried my face into him and tasted his sweaty, salty hole. I layed on the floor and he straddled my face. Grunting, he pinched and pulled on my cock's head until I shook and released, covering myself in cum. I don't think I had ever cummed harder or more, than that day. I felt so wonderfully spent and used.
Shameful, kinky desires. I wish I could say that it was his idea, but I was the one to ask for it. I asked him to cum on my face. It sounded so sexy to me. I wanted to feel it and smell it on me after he sent me away. Driving home, I imagined people could see it on me, that they would know what a kinky little, cock and cum starved boy I really was!
Just young, kinky lusts, I told myself. Yet, as I got older, little changed. Sometimes, just brief encounters, just to fill the need. Going to get a massage, getting embarrashingly erect at his touch, knowing his cock was just inches away. Openly gay, he fed me his dick as I layed on my stomach. The perfect height to suck him. I bet that was not just by chance! Fuck, feeling him get hard. I loved it, so kinky and exciting. There were other people just feet away behind thin partitions! Muffled moans and he gave me his cumshot. So much hot cum and I greedily swallowed it all. I felt so light headed and just incredible, just amazing! Cum is intoxicating. Feeling myself melting away, I rolled onto my back and he gave me a hand job under the towel as he bent over and kiseed me. So sensual and erotic, I came so hard. I became his regular customer!
Feeling desperate in a strange town, I found a gay bar and got fucked in a bathroom stall. I needed to feel a man inside me. I needed to be used and satisfied and to feel him shoot his lusty load. The very next night, I sucked off an older guy in that same parking lot. His hand stroking the back of my head. His legs shaking, moaning, I tasted and swallowed his cum and felt absolutely euphoric.
Now in my early twenties, was this just the passing desires of a kinky, horny young man? I didn't know it then, but there was still so much to discover and explore.
Another gay bar in another town. I was surrised to see a pretty girl sitting at the bar. I was still so naive, I guess! My eyes were drawn to her, out of place, yes, but she was so sexy and beautiful. There was just something so special about her. Then I realized the truth and nothing seemed sexier! Bolder than usual, I approached and asked if I could sit down.
Cute, like a girl, but with a cock. I knew I could easily be in trouble. I could easily fall in love, I thought to myself. She had other ideas, however. She had no intention of loving in love, or really even dating. Her passion layed in group activities and she was on the prowl. I have no doubt many had fallen for her and into an orgy, probably hoping for more from her. I would of been more excited, if I was not so smitten by her. A room full or horny guys hardly sounds like a consolation prize! I just didn't know if I was ready for all that. I still struggled, trying not give into my desires. This seemed like a big step, one that I could not come back from. Her smile, her flip of her hair, I told myself, "Hey, it's just sex right?" "It's just incredible, Earth shattering, amazing sex!" I was in.
My attention was on her at first, like several other guys there. Then, I noticed two other "girls," like her. Guy's started to kiss. Guy's kissed guys, Guy's kissed the Tgirl's, the Tgirl's kissed each other. I was already so hard! As people started to slip out of their clothes, I saw that I was not the only one! I could not help but search out for the Tgirl from the bar. Her cute cock was still being held tightly down by her lace panties. My eyes were drawn to another Tgirl, she had one of the biggest hanging cock's I had ever seen. My legs went weak! I could imagine sucking it! I could imagine her fucking me with it! Desire and urge were in overload. I felt a guy's hand on me. I turned, he was so close. Our mouth's met and our tongues danced. Gripping each other's asses, we pressed our cock's togehter. The whole room was turning into one big orgy. It was overwhelming, I was consumed. I knew I had better slow down or my night would be over too quickly. I turned my attention to pleasing others. As guy's kissed, I filled my hands with their cock's and ball's. I made my way over the that well hung Tgirl. I joined another fan on my knees in front of her and we shared and took turns sucking her thick, but still hanging, amazing dick. I moved behind her, kissing my way around her. Her fat ass! I buried my face into her and licked up and down her ass crack. She tasted amazing! Her scented skin, her salty, sweet asshole. I found myself moaning, lost in the experience.
I could feel hands on me, encouraging me. After more horny and eager lapping at her asshole, I pulled my face from between her ass cheeks to see the hands on me were that of the beautiful Tgirl from the bar! No hesitation, I dove my mouth onto her dick before this spell of lust could be broken. Such a little devil! Such a crazy tease! She pulled away and her hand on the back of my head, offered me another cock, of the guy standing next to her. The room, the sounds, the scent of sex in the air. This was what it was like to loss all control. I sucked his cock, I licked his balls. He was joined by another and I sucked his cock, too!
A third joined them. He was holding his cock tightly. He seemed to be so close! He seemed to have such urgency. I was so ready! I locked my mouth onto his tight balls, pinning his dick to his abdomen just as his cum began to flow. Spurting and flowing from his tip, it ran down his shaft and onto my face. I could not help but moan! The scent of his cum! The feeling! The sensation, the thrill of getting cummed on! I just moaned and continued to suck on his sack, hoping to milk more from it. When he stepped back, I licked his cum off of my lips and felt intoxicated by it.
The night turned into a blur. That light headed, "high" feeling one gets from cock and cum and sex. I had cummed long ago, I wasn't even sure with who, or how. A guy kissed me open mouthed, I could taste cum on hs tongue. A hand pushed my face down to a guy's gaped ass in the air. I licked cum off his opening. I sat on my knees as I guy jerked off on me and felt hands on my waist. I bent over for him and he pushed his cock inside me. I moaned, simply lost in it all, until a random cock slapped against my face. I eagerly sucked it, matching my mouth's thrusts with that of the cock fucking me. I felt lavished with horny attention. Maybe because I was the new guy in the group, I don't know, but I loved it. A cock and cum frenzy. It was all just insane, a fantasy that I didn't even know existed.
That night sparked something, a deep love and lust for Tgirls. Combining my two favorites, I found them to be the perfect sexual partners. Pretty girls and women with sexy, delicious cocks. Willing and supple asses, to fuck to eat out. I had found the love's of my life.
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