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First Time: True Story.

Thursday, March 03, 2011 9:25 PM

I stood there in the bathroom stall literally shaking in anticipation. I’d never in my wildest thoughts had I imagined that I’d be waiting in a public restroom waiting for a complete stranger to enter a handicap stall so that I could suck his cock. Well, okay, definitely in my “wildest” fantasies, but never had I believed that I’d actually be acting out those late night daydreams. And so at twenty years old I was about to experience my first erotic encounter with another man.

The knock came at the stall door, and for a moment I wondered if I was going to be unable to unlatch it. My heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten before, and my hands were shaky.  But with only a moment’s hesitation I was able to open the door, and let this stranger in.

I think at that moment I was hooked.

He was taller than me, skinnier too. I stood at five ten, and weighed over three hundred pounds at the time. He was at least six foot, and had told me he only weighed in the one eighty range. His hair was white, and he looked like he hadn’t shaved in at least a week. In his email he had told me that he was in his forties, but if I were to venture a guess I’d say that he was more likely in his fifties. Regardless, I was far more interested in what he was keeping in his blue jeans than how old he was.

I started to speak, but he simply lifted his finger to his lips in order to shush me.

Without any hesitation I slid to my knees and waited for him to undo the button of his jeans. I don’t think that I could have gotten those pants down any faster, but once his jeans and underwear were bunched down around his ankles I was in for a pleasant sight. His cock was soft, but looked like it was about six inches long, give or take. He was circumcised, and his prick was surrounded by a thick bush of white hair. My mouth watered at the site of my first real live cock.

 I couldn’t help myself; I was horny and hungry for my first taste of cock, and dived right into it. My mouth wrapped around the head of his soft cock, and I sucked gently but still greedily. I loved the way his cock felt growing in my mouth. I felt it thicken between my lips and loved the way it pressed against the back of my throat as it lengthened. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, but never tried to deep throat it.

He was quite, but the way that his body shuddered I knew he was enjoying the work that my mouth was putting in. His rough, calloused hands grasped the back of my head, and the feeling of his fingers wrapping themselves in my hair was amazing. He held my head in place and began to slowly thrust his cock in and out of my warm, wet mouth.

With one hand on the floor for balance, I lightly caressed his balls with my free hand. I was slightly surprised at just how small his balls where compared to mine, and this was in fact the moment that I realized that I did in fact possess big balls. But I still was so turned on having this stranger’s cock in my mouth that that thought wouldn’t come to mind until sometime later.

“You ready?” He panted. I tried to answer, but his cock in my mouth only let me utter a small moan. He either got the message, or didn’t care if I was ready or not, because he began to speed up his thrusting. His hands tightened in my hair, and he thrust his prick into my mouth one last time. A warm  burst of jizz filled my hungry mouth. His thick cum covered my tongue, and I stopped sucking, the flavor overwhelming my virgin taste buds. I was in love. In love with the taste of cum. In love with the way it filled my mouth. I wanted more. I wanted more of the whole experience. For what felt like several minutes I just sat there on my knees, enjoying the feeling of being used by this older man.

Finally I stood, and simply looked at him. “Did you like that?” I asked a nervous smile on my face. He nodded, but didn’t say a word. “Did I do okay?” I was so buzzed with sexual energy that I practically felt like begging him to fuck me right there and then in the handicap stall.

“Quiet.” He whispered. I nodded, feeling only a little downtrodden. He finished buckling his belt and then looked at me. “We can chat online later.” He said and I nodded. He opened the stall and walked away leaving me there alone, wishing for more cock. Wishing for more time to explore, to feel it in my mouth. I think at that moment I was hooked. Hooked on cock, hooked on cum, hooked on being used for the pleasure of another man.

Sadly, I’ve only sucked another two cocks since that first time. A lot of that had to do with not wanting to be unfaithful to a very lovely girlfriend, but now that I’m running single again I’m back on the prowl for some hot cock, and some thick tasty cum.