Super Cock-Addicted

The first time I got a hard-on, I fell in love with my cock. I had no idea that it could give me such an intense pleasure. On my 16th birthday, I invited the neighbor’s son for dinner and for a drive. Being 16-years old gave you the permission to drive a motor vehicle and, as I would learn pretty soon, to have sex. Albert already had his driver’s license and he let me get behind the wheel on a country road.

The birthday gift I wanted the most was to see Albert’s dick. To my pleasure, he accepted to sleep overnight, in my bed. I didn’t have to ask for any below the belt look. Once under the covers, he said “If you show me your cock, I will show you mine.” We both removed our underwear, and noticed a difference, not so much in the size of the shaft but in the shape of the mushroom. I’m circumcised and he’s not.

To be honest, I prefer my “cut meat”, an expression I discovered not to long after that night. Albert’s balls also hung lower, while mine always seem to be so tight. Another distinction that makes me want to caress and squeeze my sack. It obviously gets me horny and I want to masturbate, even if the parish priest says that it is a sin. I’m not hurting anyone; I’m making myself feel good. What can be wrong about that?

Talking of priest, my parents sent me to a boarding school for the end of my high school and for the bachelor’s degree. It was a seminary run by the Oblates of Mary Immaculate, and all students slept in dormitories. Once the lights were dimmed, the guy next to me would lift the bed-cover to show off his hard-on. My hand could reach out and feel the hard, uncut and hairy piece of meat. One night, I also pointed my cock out of the covers, and Marc slid down to suck it. My first blow-job was quick and I bursted ropes of jizz which Marc swallowed with frenzy. I was obviously not his first trick; Marc’s skill indicated that he had probably honored a guy’s joystick ten or twenty times before savoring my own young man’s juice.

We calculated how long the prefect took to go around each dorm, and we got to business as soon as the coast was clear. It was always a quickie and I longed to kiss, cuddle and caress Marc with no restrictions. An opportunity would soon pop up. At Easter break, the young seminarians went home, but my parents lived too far away. Marc invited me at his place and we slept together during five hot nights. The first time, his parents were gone to play cards with friends, and we were alone in the house for at least three hours. Marc showed me the 69-position, and the verb “to suck’ took a whole new meaning. The expression “cock sucker” was now part of my vocabulary. It described me with precision.

When I approached Marc’s face to kiss him, he took my head in his arms and started to insert his tongue in my mouth. Holy fuck, it was so intense, so thrilling, so wild! I learned the expression “French-kiss” and practiced for almost 30 minutes. We cuddled, caressed, frotted, and creamed each other in no time. I didn’t now I could cum so often in one night.

Marc’s mother prepared a tasty Easter dinner, serving roast ham with slices of pineapple and a maple syrup glaze. I was sitting in front of Marc and he kept pushing his foot on my groin, feeling the hard-on which I tried to hide with my napkin. It was so hot that, when his mother asked if I liked ham, I almost replied that it was so fucking tasty. At night, the adults went to bed early and Marc invited me to play some game in his room. He had a scenario in mind. We had taken a shower together and he had seen my peachy butt, as he called it.

“I’d like to slap your ass with my hard cock”, Marc said as soon as we got undress.

“Wow, that sounds kinky, I replied; I’d love to feel your rod down there. Would you also like to kiss my round butt? We are both clean.”

Every night, Marc’s dick seemed longer. He enjoyed swinging his bat both on my balls and on my butt before sliding it in my crack. It made me moan with pleasure and he put his hand on my mouth, cautioning me not to attract attention when the old man was around. Marc’s father probably had a hunch that his son was gay, a phase as he liked to think.

As much as Marc had shoved his tongue in my mouth with frenzy, as much he twisted it inside my ass hole with rage. I felt like my body was electrocuted, I felt a current of pleasure of such amplitude. I discovered rimming. I had no idea my shit hole could give me such a high, such an intensive moment of ravishment, ecstasy, euphoria. I immediately wanted to reciprocate, to taste Marc’s ass hole. I was in for a divine surprise. The aroma of a guy’s butt was way more invigorating than any man’s perfume. His ass was paradise. The spicy virile taste was getting me harder and harder, ready to explode a huge splash of creamy nectar.

Marc knew that I was a total novice. Before meeting him, masturbation was the only sexual activity I had experienced. He had introduced me to 69 and now rimming. The next step would make me a super cock-addicted guy.

“I now want to fuck your adorable, firm, round, peachy butt”, announced Marc.

“You mean that your thick dick will go inside me?”, I asked.

“Of course, gay guys ass-fuck and, believe me, your tight hole is a lot hungrier than you think!”

“Your tongue in my ass was a pure delight, but your big fat dick will certainly hurt me.”

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ve fucked a dozen of guys and they have all asked for a replay, harder and deeper. I have a lubricant to penetrate you more smoothly, and I have as much experience as expertise.”

On that note, Marc positioned himself to perform a cock-addiction initiation choreography that I would never forget, that I would treasure all my life. He opened a drawer and pulled out a cock ring that he ostentatiously put on, which seemed to increase his dagger tenfold. I exaggerate, of course. I felt fragile in my novice shoes, but also feverish. He then gave me a black jockstrap and ordered me to put it on, blowing into my ear that this gear would excite me as much as it would relax me. It certainly framed my peachy butt fucking nicely! I was more than ready to taste the most manly of all sexual pleasures

Marc again slapped my ass with his rod, holding on to the jockstrap waist band. He poured some kind of gel that felt cool at first, then he shoved one and two fingers inside to test how tight or relax my hole was. I was physically tight but emotionally relaxed because I was on the verge to feel my best friend inside me. Can there be any other greater proof of sexual complicity? I will be honest, it did hurt, a lot, but I knew the saying “no pain, no gain”. I imagined it was invented to describe the extravaganza of gay guys fucking. I now wanted a cock in my mouth and in my ass every day for the rest of my life!