My Fudge Packer

This won’t be like any other story I’ve ever written. This one isn’t based on my fantasies of what I wanted to happen or what I dream about. For the first time in my life, this story is 100% true. A few weeks ago, I turned 29 years old and lost my virginity - so, here’s the story of how it happened and the beautiful relationship that we made together.

In my last story, named “Don’t Drop the Soap”, you heard me talk about a boy named Evan who lived two hours away from me. In the story, I told you how I went to go see him about a week into our relationship to spend the night at his apartment for the first time. I told you how as soon as I got there, we practically ripped each other’s pants off and went down on one another. The second part of that story of him being successful at it was a fantasy of mine. He went down on me but then really didn’t know what he was doing. So, I chose to take the lead and go down on him to show him how I like it. 

Two strokes into going down on him, he shot his load in my mouth and I never really got a chance to show him what I would like him to do to me in return. So, he just politely gave me a handjob. He made us dinner but then he threw me out of his apartment and told me to go home. I felt used and terrible on the ride home. I was barely keeping it together and wanted to cry so bad but I held it all in until I got back to my bedroom and let it all loose. He made me feel terrible for about 2 weeks from our first date to our last day. We just had so many differences, so many things we couldn’t talk about, and so little communication overall. So, I chose to end it knowing that he was holding me back from my true love.

The sad part was for two weeks after breaking up with him, I regretted it and thought he was the best I could do. I cried for a long time over that before I let myself get back on the dating apps to try again. 

Soon, it was Father’s Day here in America and my family was going on a trip about an hour away from where we live to a restaurant my dad always wanted to try. It was a pretty bland meal if you ask me but my father enjoyed it which is all that mattered. After dinner, my family went to an arcade nearby to play some games and allow my nephew to enjoy some time that night. My family quickly got mad at me for spending so much time distracted, playing my own game on my phone called Grindr.

I must have messaged two dozen guys that night trying to get a date. I don’t go for hookups but I was far too lonely to leave that night without at least one guy talking to me. Most of the guys in my area are jerks or they only want to have sex with no strings attached which are hard for me as a demisexual who believes those actions are making love. So, any chance I have outside of my area to hop on Grindr and get matched with new people, I take the opportunities when I can.

Out of those guys, two were actually talking to me throughout the night and only one of those seemed genuinely kind. He was surprised to find another guy on Grindr looking for love and a relationship. So we spoke all night long and ended the night saying how we would talk more the next day. 

By the morning, I was afraid to look at my phone for fear the boy wouldn’t have messaged me back. But luckily, he did message me in the morning and we texted each other all day long. Later that night, he wondered if I was a real person or if I was catfishing him. So, we hopped on a video call to talk over the phone and the conversation flowed so naturally. Everything seemed so perfect about him and we never had an awkward moment. We made each other laugh with silly jokes for more than three hours on the call. 

We started making plans for our first date. It was now Sunday night and he had work Monday through Friday so we planned on meeting each other for the first time on the following Saturday when we both had off work. We planned on meeting in the middle at a shopping mall and having dinner together which sounded like a great opportunity to get to know him better in person. We went to bed and spoke on the phone for another two hours on Monday night. Again, the conversation seemed so natural and like we were best friends for a long time. Something just felt so right about talking with him.

On Tuesday at around one in the afternoon, he called me and asked if I was free that night for dinner. He was sent home from work early from not having much work to do and wanted to move our first date up so he could see me. I was shocked but so happy. I ended up bouncing around the house trying to quickly eat a bite of food so I wouldn’t seem like a slob in front of him, getting dressed, brushing my teeth, and grabbing a quick shower so I smelled nice. 

Before I knew it, we were off to the city in between us meeting for dinner and bowling at a local bowling alley. We made a bet: the loser of our bowling match had to give the winner a kiss to end our first date. As it turns out, he isn’t the best bowler so I won by a landslide in a 98 to 48 victory. I realize neither of us is particularly great at bowling but the point is, he owed me a kiss now which I liked.

Soon after, we ended our night and I dropped him off by his car in the parking lot of the mall. There, in the center of an empty parking lot beside our two lone cars, we shared our first kiss, and our second, and our third. We always hear the expression how a first kiss feels like fireworks are going off all around you but for me, I didn’t feel that way with him. Instead, I felt as if the rest of the world just melted away. For those kisses, it felt like he was my world now and nothing else mattered anymore. 

The ride home was horrible, knowing I was speeding miles away from him and I never wanted to be without him ever again. But I knew we had a full work week yet and I knew this date was perfect just the way it was. I also knew that he invited me to his apartment for the weekend, the same weekend we had originally planned on going for our first date. As soon as I got home, I deleted my dating apps and asked him in a text message if we could be boyfriends, to which he quickly replied with "I thought we already were" which made me smile a lot.

On Wednesday and Thursday, we spoke on the phone for at least an hour each night. But yet again, there was never a moment that felt awkward. Everything seemed perfect talking to him and we had the most interesting conversations. We kept sending pictures to each other, making one another laugh and I even told him that I was into Pup Play which means I would sometimes wear a collar and leash for him to control me during our adult fun times.

On Friday night, I drove the hour to his apartment and we had dinner at a local pizza shop before taking a walk around his city. It was beautiful. He took me on a moonlight walk next to the river near his apartment and showed me the nightlife of a big city. We got back to his apartment and he put on a scary movie, that way I would cuddle up next to him closer during the scary parts. 

We didn’t make it too far into the movie before we were making out, his tongue made its way in my mouth and his hand made its way in my pants. His touch made me start oozing droplets of precum all over his fingers and the inside of my jockstrap. And Mark started using that precum to stroke my cock even more which made my body feel like it was right at home for the first time in my life, there in the palm of his hand. It felt beyond incredible having him take every ounce of my conviction, knowing he wanted my body so badly. 

Soon, he came up from our kiss and started talking to me while his hand was still wrapped around my enlarged cock. “I want to do something for you for the first time.”

I knew he meant that he wanted to blow me. After all, we spent half of our walk talking about our past experiences and I mentioned to him how no guy has ever known what they were doing while blowing me and only one guy out of my four exes even tried to blow me. So, I gave him a giant kiss and he ripped off my pants before throwing them to the floor beside his bed. 

I looked down as his lips slowly kissed my shaved ball sack and his tongue spread his lips apart so they could lick every inch of my shaft. His warm lips then circled the mushroom tip of my cock and I closed my eyes with such an overwhelming feeling of bliss coming over me. His lips slowly made their way down my shaft and started riding up and down. 

It felt strange at first. Normally, my dick is used to my hand or some Fleshjack which circles your whole shaft at the same time. With his lips, I just felt a tiny pressure around one ring where his lips were gliding on my shaft. It was so unique and something I never really had done before to me which is why I opened my eyes and looked down so I could appreciate every second of it. I started brushing his hair as his head bobbed up and down and I started to moan with ecstasy. 

He came up for a bit of air as he kept his hand jerking my shaft so I wouldn’t lose my excitement. “That tastes so good” he exclaimed to me while trying to catch his breath with a thirsty look in his eyes. Sadly for him, he didn’t know yet how much I love dirty talk. His hand was still wrapped around my shaft and stroking me. So, when he gave me a bit of dirty talk, I started shooting all over my chest. It landed on my shirt, his pillows, and my arm which was still reaching down and brushing his hair. 

As I took a breath of relief, I asked him to lay next to me so we could switch roles. I stood up next to his bed and cleaned myself off with a towel before ripping off his pants to see his giant cock bounce out of his boxers. He wasn’t shaven like I was down there but I don’t mind a man who is harry. It tastes much better that way as I was about to find out. 

I straddled my legs over his feet and looked up at him as I licked his large ball sack. I could taste the sweat on his balls from our long walk from earlier in the night and his long day of work beforehand. As a man who loves the scent and taste of a man’s musk, it drove me insane and almost made me want to cum a second time. 

He always said how beautiful he thinks my eyes look so I decided to look up at his face with a very submissive look on mine while I licked his shaft all the way to his tip. 

“Are you okay with swallowing?” he politely asked even though I could tell he didn’t want to interrupt and delay what was about to happen.

I didn’t answer with a yes or no, I just winked at him as my lips wrapped around his pointed tip and made their way down to the base of his shaft. I heard him from above me moaning and exhaling bursts of breath. He quickly grabbed the back of my head with my hair and started controlling how fast my head was moving on his cock. He slowed me down so we could both enjoy the moment more and hurried me up when he was nearing the breaking point. 

Soon, I felt him start to shoot warm rockets of cum deep into my mouth and I forced my head down as far as it could go until I was gagging on his cock. I wanted to make it clear to him just how much I love the taste of cum and how much control he had over my entire body. It took several shots of cum for him to finish but soon I lifted my head up and swallowed as much as I could with one gulp. Then, I bent forward and kissed him. Much to my surprise, he started french kissing me back, not afraid to taste both of our loads mixing on our tongues between us. 

I then fell onto the side of the bed next to him as he wrapped his arm around me in a deep cuddle. We continued giving each other small kisses and talking throughout the rest of the night until the sun started to rise. Eventually, I fell asleep in his arms which was the comfiest and most amazing feeling I’ve ever experienced. I knew we had some work to do on improving blowing each other and I knew this was the man I wanted to lose my anal virginity to, but in truth, I had no idea how soon I would lose it to him. 

The next day, I woke up to him making us French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon. It was a fantastic meal for our first morning together and a meal which told me just how great of a cook I was now dating. Sadly, I had to go home that night but the day together was incredibly romantic. We took a long walk around a lake and he even made us dinner that night back at his apartment before I had to leave.

Again, driving away from him was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I knew we would call each other every night and spend an hour or two on the phone but seeing him in person again couldn’t come fast enough. After all, Mark told me to not jerk off on my own all week. That way he could give me a proper birthday present the following weekend and that way he had an even larger load to swallow. It was six days of pure torture not being able to feel myself or cum. Normally, that was a nightly routine for me, especially ever since I met Mark.

The next weekend was my 29th birthday. He came down the night before so I could wake up to his beautiful face next to me. He shut off my alarm clock on my phone and decided to give me a few kisses to wake me up instead. It was the best possible way to wake up on my birthday. We went to my birthday party and he sat next to me while I blew out the candles on the cake. Every other birthday before when I blew out the candles, I wished I would find a boyfriend like Mark but now that he was sitting next to me, I just wished he would stay next to me for every birthday from now on. 

We left the party and got back to my house before we started cuddling and watching another movie. This time it was a comedy movie at least so I didn’t have to have nightmares from it. After the movie was over, we gave each other a kiss on the lips as we always do after a movie is over. That kiss led to another, then another until soon we were just making out and sword fighting with our tongues. 

“That reminds me…” he exclaimed as he pulled back from our kiss. “...I never gave you your birthday present at the party.” Mark quickly jumped up from the bed and went over to his backpack to pull out a bag of candy titled “hanky panky”. The title was a little on the nose but made me laugh nonetheless. He got back in bed and started unbuttoning my shorts. I did the same to his pants in return. 

“Let’s do you first tonight” I explained to him.

“But it’s your birthday” he replied.

“I know but I love the torture this week so I can wait another couple minutes. Plus, your cum is the best birthday present ever.”

He knelt above my body as I bent forward and circled his cock with my lips once again. My lips missed the taste of him so much that I could hardly stop myself from licking the bottom of his shaft and sucking on his cock as hard as I could. Mark then flipped us around so he was lying flat on the bed and my body was next to his, bent over and blowing him. 

He began slapping my ass beside his right side and using his left hand to control my head with my hair once again, which I deeply loved as his submissive partner. 

“Oh yeah, you like that bone, don’t you puppy?” he moaned. It was his first time using my pup play kink in the bedroom and it felt amazing to finally have a partner willing to treat me in such a submissive way. After he called me a puppy, I couldn’t help myself from fastening my pace on his giant cock and giving him no doubt he should call me it again in the future. 

It didn’t take him long but the load he shot was much larger than his first load. I guess he didn’t jerk off all week either but he was sure to eat plenty of pineapple at the birthday party earlier so it tasted even more incredible. He let out a sigh of release.

“Now puppy, get on the bed. It’s time for your other birthday present” he instructed.

I did exactly as I was told as he ripped off my pants and shirt, throwing them off to the side. Apparently, he likes me completely nude which I love about him. His lips circled my cock and he grabbed the base of my shaft with his hand. As his lips made their way down my shaft, I felt overcome with pleasure throughout my body. As his lips went back up my shaft, his fingers gripping my cock followed close behind and intensified the pleasure. I guess he did learn something from me and was now using it to make me cum faster. 

To be fair to me, I haven’t cum in six days, my new boyfriend is insanely gorgeous and his lips felt incredible around my cock. So, it didn’t take terribly long for me to get to my breaking point. I held on for as long as I could. I even thought about a naked woman for a second, just so he could enjoy his meal a little longer. But sure enough, I was far past my breaking point and shouted out to him, “OH, fuck - I’m gonna cum!”

Shot after shot rocketed out of my shaft and deep in his mouth. He kept sucking away, blowing down and up my shaft as each drop kept cumming. He didn’t want to stop and seemed like he wanted to milk me dry which I love so much about him.

He sat up and swallowed every drop with two gulps. “Holy shit, give a guy a warning next time.”

“I did warn you,” I replied as he bent down and gave me a giant french kiss, again mixing our cum between our mouths. 

“Yeah but that was a lot, like holy shit dude.”

“You told me not to jerk off this week. Sorry I listened to my owner.”

“Owner?”

“Yeah, you’re my boyfriend now and for a puppy like me, that means you own my body 100% so you get to decide when I cum even if we’re not together.”

“Sounds fun”

“It is. I mean, I still want a say in where we go to eat or whatever but I was never able to give up complete control to a boyfriend before but I feel safe enough with you that I can completely give up all control to you.”

“So, did you like your birthday?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed my head onto his shoulder.

“Best birthday ever…” I replied.

“Well next time we fool around, I might want to do more than just blow you.”

“From now on, you can make love to me anytime, anywhere. My body is all yours.”

“I love you, Matt.”

“I love you too Mark,” I replied as I drifted off to sleep in his arms once again. I had a few dreams that night, with his cum still in my stomach and the knowledge that for the first time in my life, my cum was in his stomach. I dreamt of our first time doing anal but I had no idea how amazing the next weekend would be, doing it for the first time. All of my fantasies of how it would go, all of my stories, all of the porn I watched for years now - none of it prepared me for how incredible it truly was to feel his cock spread my arse open and use my entire body as a human Fleshjack. None of it prepared me for how amazing it would feel with his cum deep inside of me. But that’s better left for Part 2 cumming soon.