A taste for cum
I had been curious about sucking cock and tasting cum for years until I was finally bold enough to go to the local rest area out on the highway after a night of drinking. A friend had mentioned in a casual comment about 'queers' hanging out there. Until then I had no clue about that sort of thing going on there.
I was 29 and had no clue what to do so I found myself sitting there watching when a guy pulled up next to me and kept looking my way.
Finally he got out and came to the driver’s window to make idle chit chat.
When he asked, “Would you like some company?” I guessed that this was it...my opportunity.
He went around and got in the passenger side. It was only a minute before he put his hand on my thigh asking, “Do you want to play around/”
I mumbled, “Sure.”
He unsnapped, unzipped my pants and opened my fly. Pushing down the front of my jockeys, he pulled my already hard cock out. He stroked it a few times and with his hand still on it, turned sideways and knelt on the seat. When he lowered his face into my lap and took my cock in his mouth it felt so good I kinda bounced a little on the seat. Soon his lips were clamped around my hard shaft and was bobbing up and down.
His sucking was incredible despite the nerve deadening effects of the alcohol I’d consumed. I quickly realized that if I was going to reciprocate I might want to do it before he got me off.
I pulled him gently away and pushed him back against the passenger door. In this position his bent left leg was against the back of the seat and his right foot was on the floor.
Mimicking his actions, I started returning the favor. I turned sideways on the seat and open unsnapped, unzipped and opened his fly.
I’d stroked a few cocks a few times for a short while and had even tried sucking one for a couple of minutes some years before but never completed the job.
His hard cock stuck up through the top of his baby blue bikini underwear. Being under the influence enough to make me bold, I pulled down the front of his bikini briefs and started to slowly stroke him.
I’d only stroked him a couple of times when he put his hand on the back of my head and guided my face down to his lap. I inhaled. I could smell the faint musk of his excitement.
Still holding my head in one hand and his cock in the other, he guided the purple-red head of his shaft between my lips and into my mouth. I tightened my lips and slide them back to the head and slowly back down his shaft to his balls I heard him moan, “Oh yesss.”
Our eyes met as I slowly moved up and down. With a contented look, he closed his eyes and laid his head back against the window. I sucked him tenderly and slowly, the way I like it.
Stopping to breathe since I wasn't quite up to speed about how to give head, I stroked him and admired his firm dick and the way it felt in my hand.
I rubbed his balls a little but he urged me, “Suck it.”
Taking his cock back in my mouth, I was more than eager to do as he wished. I started moving my mouth up and down, mostly concentrating on the head of his dick. Loving the feel of the ridge sliding between my lips as I sucked.
The feel and taste was fantastic and his cock was a perfect size, slightly thicker than mine and a tiny bit longer than my 6-inch length. He moaned, “Uuuuuuuuuum, yes,” and it spurred me on knowing I was giving him the kind of cocksucking pleasure I’d enjoyed many times with my girlfriend. His stiff younger cock was the only thing in my world at that moment. The feel of the silky head pulsating as he started humping in and out of my mouth made me feel very slutty and aroused.
Soon his was moaning, “Oh god, oh my fucking god,” as dick started to twitch and jerk. I knew the moment was at hand. I continued to stroke and suck him as he humped his butt off the seat. The head was ramming the back of my throat. With a muffled, “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” he thrust into my mouth one last time and held himself still as he squirted his warm salt cum. It struck the roof of my mouth in strong spurts and I was surprised at the warmth of it.
It really seemed so natural for me to swallow each spurt as it came and he shot hard at least 5 times. I wasn't keeping count because I was caught up in the moment trying to do what I knew I wanted to…swallow his cum.
As the spurts stopped, he oozed out a little bit more.
I very gently lifted my lips off of him. Then I squeezed his cock and watched for more.
And I got it. He oozed a few more little squirts and each time, loving the warm taste, I licked it out of his pee-slit.
I didn't want to let go but he eventually pushed me back against the driver’s door and knelt back down facing me. More experienced, when he lowered his face between my legs, he didn’t need any prodding or directing. His mouth closed over my now super hard cock and he gave back as good as he got.
In no time at all that I shot at least as big a load as I got, being so incredibly turned on by what I’d just done and with the lingering taste of his cum still coating my mouth.
We chatted for just a little bit and then we thanked each other as we parted ways.
I drove home in such a daze it’s a wonder that I didn’t have a wreck.
I went to sleep with his salty flavor still on my tongue.
When I woke up I masturbated to a very strong orgasm from the memory of him squirting into my mouth.
Needless to say, I’ve been back many and sucked many dicks. But sad to say, I never saw that first guy again.
I think it’s safe to say I now have an ongoing taste for cum.