Finally bit the bullet (so to speak) m/m | 2016

Straight white married guy here, 40s, no gay or bi experiences ... until last week.

I've been fantasizing for the past few years about sucking a cock. At first it kind of blind-sided me. Never had those inclinations before, and wasn't sure where it was coming from. But the more I thought about it, the more the thought obsessed me. Starting looking for cumshot porn, just to see good-looking cocks and someone swallowing a load. Always made me super hot.

Anyway, couple weeks ago, wife was making plans to go out of state for a long weekend, and our kids are away at camp. I started thinking about making my fantasy a reality, and the thought wouldn't leave me alone. So even before she left, I was on CL looking for someone to try it with.

Emailed and texted with a quite a few guys, but one thing or another was troubling -- either too dominant or too tepid, and a couple just straight up gave me bad vibes. I finally found a guy (we'll call him Tim) in a similar boat, though -- also straight (mostly), married, close in age and wanting to get head from another man. He'd had a couple college experiences and wanted to try it again. Sounded perfect.

So we texted and really hit it off, and traded pix. I liked what I saw -- nice-looking guy, fit and handsome. Even better -- beautiful, cut, 7-inch cock, girthy but not too thick. Mouth started watering the moment I saw it.

Tim was also ok with my ground rules: neutral turf, no phones or cameras, and no contact that I didn't initiate. I'd told him I thought that all I really wanted was to have him come in, sit down, take his cock out and let me suck him. No kissing, fondling, etc., and definitely no contact with each others' asses. He was fine with that, but asked that I take direction as needed while I was sucking and to make it last as long as I could. No problems there.

So ... I got a motel room, texted him the room number and then waited. I had a couple beers while waiting (for courage) but even so, my heart was pounding a mile a minute. Kept thinking how crazy I was being and I needed to just get up and leave. But I stayed.

Within 20 minutes there's a knock on the door. Heart now in my throat, I go to the door and look out the peephole. It's Tim, and he looks nervous too, which calms me down a little.

I open the door and we're just staring at each other, both clearly embarrassed and nervous. I find my voice and ask him in, and then shut the door behind him. Pix didn't lie --- good looking guy, obviously in good shape, but looking like he's having second thoughts too.

So I offer him a beer and say we should sit down and talk. So we do, and we both admit to how nervous we are and have a little laugh -- two grown men, nothing to be worried about, etc. So then I ask him if his phone's off and he shows it to me, and I do the same. Then, heart in my mouth fearing whatever answer he gives, I ask him if he wants to go through with it. He upends his beer, puts the bottle on the table and says, "Absolutely. Where do you want me?"

So at this point I'm light-headed, both with fear and relief: He's in, and now it's up to me. I asked him to take his shoes off and stand in front of me, which he does. I look up at him, then down at his crotch. I run my fingers lightly over the front of his trousers and can feel his cock, semihard, through the material. I said something like "Here goes" and he chuckled.

I undid his pants, unzipped him and pulled them down, then his shorts. And there was his cock, even better looking up close than in the photos. Nicely veined and proportional, already semi-hard. He had on some kind of aftershave over a clean, soapy smell, which was also great.

Past the point of no return now, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and lifted it so it was basically eye to eye. I stroked it a couple times, liking the silky skin and how warm it was. Taking a deep breath, I kissed the tip, then wrapped my lips around the head of his shaft. He grunted and involuntarily twitched, then relaxed a little. I kept the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as I felt it grow harder. It was amazing, and I couldn't believe I really had a cock in my mouth. I then held it up straight and looked at it some more, then slowly licked up and down the shaft.

He was groaning a little now, saying "yeah, oh yeah" so I figured so far, so good. Took him back in my mouth -- he was pretty much fully erect now -- and had a little trouble getting him in there. He was a little wider than I'd thought, but it felt awesome. He started slowly pumping in and out of my mouth and he asked if he could put a hand on my head. I murmured "yeah" around his cock and then felt his hand, holding the back of my head, and that also was a huge turnon.

He started pumping a little harder and I was trying hard to take more and more but gagged a few times, so he eased out. I was delighted to see how big he'd gotten, and his cock looked beautiful, glistening from my mouth. Then a big glob of precum oozes out and I instantly put my tongue on his piss slit, licking and sucking it off. It was delicious, and he groaned again. By this time I'm more relaxed and really into it, so I asked him, "Is there more of that?" He looks down at me, holding his cock, and says, "Oh yeah, usually tons. I make a lot of precum." I'm ecstatic, and slowly rub my thumb up the middle of his shaft. Sure enough, another dribble of precum comes percolating up, and I sucked that off too. It was so sweet and slick. I spent the next couple of minutes just trying to milk more precum out of him. He suggested gently rubbing his balls, which I did, all the while lapping away at the clear sweet precum leaking out of him. I keep having to stop to stare at his cock, and he finally asks what I'm doing.

I laugh and tell him I'm torn between looking at his cock and sucking on it, so he suggests moving my chair over a bit so we're in front of the mirror over the dresser. I position him a bit so his back is mostly to the mirror and I have a good view of my lips wrapped around his cock. Now more amazingly turned on than ever, and it feels like my cock is going to burst through my pants.

I start sucking again, and now I'm watching as he grabs my head again and starts pumping. I'm tonguing his head and shaft and trying to take as much as I can, but still gagging a little bit. I'm fondling his balls, and can feel him tense up and he grabs my head a little harder. "I'm getting close," he pants. "Want me to slow down?" I'm really torn now, because I love the feel of sucking his cock and tasting his precum (he really does produce a ton) but I also can't wait to get his sperm in my mouth. So I murmur "unh-unh" and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands.

At this point he really starts to buck, so I'm having a hard time keeping him in my mouth, and then, just a few seconds later, he's grunting, "I'm coming, fuck, I'm coming." Not a moment later, I feel a warm spurt against the back of my throat, and he's still thrusting, and then more and more. I automatically start swallowing, but I want to see it, too, so I take him out of my mouth and move my face a few inches away, holding his still-pumping cock in my hand. Now I have a literally inches-away view as spurts of come jet up, and come back down on my face, my lips and nose. I open my mouth as he continues -- a few more big spurts, all of which I catch on my tongue, and then a few more smaller ones. His cum tastes as wonderful as I'd been hoping - a little nutty, like almonds, and a little sweet and salty. The semen I've already swallowed, the two or three big initial ropy spurts, has made my throat feel a little scratchy, but I still want more.

He's shuddering now, and I slide my thumb up and down his main vein, trying to get those last few dribbles of creamy cum. They ooze out, and I dutifully lap the pearly white drops off, savoring them. I suck him a few more seconds, to make sure I get every drop of semen down my throat, but then he pulled out, oversensitized.

I had lost sight of my mirror view while I concentrated on draining him, and now I turn to see a beautiful sight -- my flushed, cum-covered face and sticky mouth, smiling back at me. I immediately collected his remaining sperm with my fingers and licked it off, swirling it around my mouth. I was wishing there was a pint or two more, but really, he'd come quite a bit (quite a bit more than I usually do.) Had there been much more, I might not have enjoyed it half so much.

He's sitting on the corner of the bed, breathing hard, and smiling at me. "Like it?" he asks. I laugh and dramatically lick my lips, and tell him it was awesome. Then I went and got a warm, wet washcloth, washed my face, then rinsed it and brought it back to him. Kneeling in front of him, I told him to lie back, then took his now-flaccid cock in my mouth again, sucked a bit (alas -- no more sperm), then wiped him down too.

After he stood and zipped up, we were sheepish again, but I told him several times how great it was for me, and that I hoped he liked it. He said, "Are you kidding? That was great. Should we do it again sometime?"

I was thrilled. I was thinking the same thing but didn't want to bring it up so soon. So we made plans to stay in touch.

So ... I've sucked my first cock and swallowed my first load ... and I loved every sticky second. My new fear is that I am now addicted, because I'm already plotting my next chance to suck every drop of cum from this guy. We've already chatted about a car date. I'll let you know what happens next!