A First Taste of Cum

t happened on spring break. At least, the first domino fell that night, because before then I never even thought about having sex with another man. My friends and I went to Panama City, Florida, and the third night in, I drank a little too much and got separated from my friends. We were bar hopping and I somehow either missed them leaving or left before them, but I ended up walking the streets alone looking for my friends.

I'm not sure how long into my walk it took, but a guy pulled up next to me in a car and asked if I was okay or needed a ride. Honestly, if I was sober I'd have probably run away, but instead I told him what had happened. He offered to help me and I just got in the car. I still can't believe I did that, but as drunk as I was I guess it shouldn't be that surprising.

As soon as I sat down next to him, I think I knew something was up. It was in the way he looked at me, but I still didn't know what was going on. More like, the suspicion of something I couldn't put my finger on. He started driving telling me he could either take me to my hotel or to another street of bars. I asked for the latter, and just sat there.

It wasn't until we stopped at a red light that he made his move. He was so nonchalant about it, talking to me the entire time without breaking, when all of the sudden I felt his hand on my thigh. I honestly was more surprised than anything. As dumb as it sounds, I don't think I fully knew what was going on. The point is, I didn't stop him and he took that for permission to do more.

His hand moved up my thigh until he started feeling my cock, and the craziest part about it was it excited me. He was stroking my dick over the jeans I was wearing and it became increasingly tighter in that area. I'm not sure how long it took for the light to change. Time wasn't moving like it normally did. Anyway, he started driving again, but never took his hand off of my now hard cock.
He started saying something, but I was too focused on what was going on with his hand on my dick, so I said, "I'm sorry...what?"

"Do you want to go back to my hotel?" He replied.

I think I gulped, but I was so fucking horny in that moment, I said, "Yeah."

He drove for a little bit longer and we finally arrived at a motel. The kind you don't need to go into the main lobby to get to your room for. He parked his car and I remember being disappointed he stopped touching my cock. Still, I was really fucking nervous and tentatively followed as he got out of the car and walked into the room.

I remember I just stopped at the door staring into his room. He walked straight in and walked to the dresser, putting his keys down, and then sitting on the bed. I almost laughed as he pat the side next to him, but held it in and found myself walking towards him.

He asked if I wanted to get more comfortable, and I think I was confused until I saw him take off his clothes. I stood there motionless for a moment. I think I was mesmerized at what was going on. It wasn't until he looked at me again that I finally started taking my clothes off slowly.

Eventually, I was completely naked and he motioned me to the bed where I just laid down, like a virgin on her wedding night, not sure what to expect. He sat next to me, putting his hand back on my thigh giving me a slight massage as he worked his way to my incredibly hard member. I shuddered and closed my eyes as he grabbed hold of it and started stroking me. It felt amazing. More so than it ever felt with a girl that had done it. I think I was so damn excited and the taboo of what was going on made the sensations even more than normal. He was really good at it too, and when I eventually felt his lips around my cock, I finally opened my eyes onto one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen.

I watched as he swallowed my cock, almost whole, feeling the amazing pleasure of his mouth. I can still remember him bobbing his head up and down my shaft as I let a moan escape from my mouth. It felt so fucking amazing, I can't believe I didn't cum right then and there. I think the saving grace was because I was so drunk.

Sometime later, I couldn't begin to tell you how much time it was, he asked if I wanted to try. Up until that time, I was too wrapped up in what he was doing to even consider doing something to him.

I hesitated, but after a moment of considering it, said "Yes."

I still do not fully understand how I came to that conclusion, but am eternally grateful I did.
He stopped what he was doing and laid his head on the pillow. I slowly lifted the upper part of my body so that I could reach his cock better. I scooted down the bed a little and just decided to go for it. I think I knew if I was going to do it, I had to do it right then and there.

I reached my hand out and grabbed ahold of his erect cock. I smiled as I did so, amazed at my courage, and began stroking this first ever dick I'd ever felt besides mine. It felt amazing. I can't quite explain it either.

Eventually, I got the nerve to put it in my mouth. At least the tip of his cock. I forced myself to move my head down to his awaiting dick, and opened my lips, allowing the head of his cock to enter into my mouth. I still remember to this day, the soft feel of skin brush past my lips and onto my tongue. I held it there for a moment, letting my mouth get accustomed to it, and after a moment or too, started to mimic his movements when he was sucking mine.

I don't know what was going on in my head at that moment. There I was, swallowing another man's cock in my mouth, going as far down as I could without gagging, feeling him respond to my movements, thrusting a little bit as I went back down his shaft. I wish I could say I enjoyed all of it, but I think I was too focused on doing it right to completely relax and savor the moment.
I tried to get him off. Pretty damn hard, but I couldn't do it. I was still too new to it I guess. I stopped after a while, because my jaw hurt and he asked me if I wanted him to jerk off in my mouth. I sheepishly said, "Sure."

He told me to lay back down and straddled my chest. I remember thinking it was weird, but I'm not sure why. Almost immediately he began stroking himself, his movements growing faster and faster, until he thrust his cock into my mouth, almost gagging me in the process. I felt something warm shoot down my throat, and then felt it a few more times, He was shoving his cock in my mouth pretty hard and I almost had to stop him, but eventually his thrusting slowed and eventually stopped.

I remember being surprised by the taste and the amount of it. I couldn't swallow it all, and he told me I needed to, but there was some of his cum dripping out of my mouth. He took his cock out of my mouth and began wiping the cum with the head of his cock and shoving it back in my awaiting lips. I just let him do it. The crazy part is, when I thought about the moment later, that turned me on more so than anything else.

Afterwards, he sucked me for a little while longer and eventually I came, but he wanted me to cum on his face and not in his mouth. Honestly, after I came a weird sort of shame came upon me, otherwise I'd have loved the image of my cum all over his face.

I got up almost immediately, got dressed, and almost ran out of the room. He didn't stop me. It wasn't until I got back to my hotel that the thought of what I just did turned me on again and I jerked off to it.

Since then, these urges come upon me every now and again and they don't go away until I have a cock in my mouth. But that is for another story.