My First Taste of Cock

Originally, I thought to write about each “adventure” of mine and continue along with the theme I’d set with my first story’s title “My First Taste of Cock”, thereby titling this story “My Second Taste of Cock”, but there really wasn’t that much to say of that experience. It was over fairly quickly, and I’ve already spoken to the lead-up in my original telling. Therefore, I’ve decided to skip it for my next experience, if not my “second taste”, but nevertheless keep the title I’d already chosen. For those of you that haven’t read about my first sexual experience with another man and wish to do so, the aforementioned title is “My First Taste of Cock”. For those of you not so inclined, I’ve included a paragraph from that story to help understand the context of the following tale.

To this day, I imagine myself laying on that bed, knowing just a few hours earlier I’d never even seen a man give another a blowjob, and now I was stark naked with another guy allowing him to fuck my mouth with his cock. Even after all this time, I can still masturbate to the thought alone of feeling his legs tighten around my chest a little, and noticing his body begin to tense up. I can hear him breathing faster too. Within 20 seconds or so, he’ll push his cock deep into my mouth and I’ll feel something hit the back of my throat. I remember that caught me off guard, but I managed to shake it off, and welcomed his orgasm as it filled my mouth. Towards the end, his thrusting grew slower and less pronounced, and I could feel his cum slip out of the corners of my mouth as he pulled it back.

It’s an odd point in your life when up until a certain point you had never had to question your sexuality, and in fact would laugh at the idea of doing so prior to that position in time. Worse still, when you were raised as I was, in a Baptist family, growing up to view anything homosexual as a sin. Moreover, to view those people that did participate in that “lifestyle” as “evil”. For those of you that don’t know, the majority of Baptists, at least the ones I knew and know now, consider such behaviors as the choices of morally reprehensible degenerates.

Obviously, I don’t think that way anymore, but back then, directly after my first sexual experience with another man, I couldn’t help but be confused. I even wondered if I was going to Hell. It’s ridiculous, I know, but it took me a while to realize that and I was incredibly ashamed afterwards. Finally, I reserved myself to accept it was a mistake that I was never going to make again, and to lock the memory of that evening so deep in my consciousness that I’d hopefully never have to think on it again.

In the beginning, that worked for me and over the course of the next year and a half, my sexual partners were all women. In fact, sometime towards the end of my freshman year, I met a girl that I would end up dating for the next 3 years. However, every now and again, something would find its way past my mental security and remind me of the night I tasted a cock for the first time in my life. At the outset of those “unwanted” incursions into my mind, I’d immediately attempt to force myself to think of something else. Although, after some initial success, that defense started to gradually lose its effectiveness. I consoled myself by reassuring my mind that there had been and would be no repeats of my “loss of control”.

As much as I desired to curb those unbidden thoughts, I was never able to do so for any length of time. The worst of those attacks would find me in the middle of having sex with my girlfriend, and because I had to shut off that part of my brain before I indulged in the fantasy, it would become almost impossible to cum. Ironically enough, she seemed to think that was a failing on her part, and to prevent the inevitable consoling that would always accompany those periods, in order to cum, I finally relented and let my mind wonder back to that night when a guy came into my throat by mouth-fucking me.

Eventually, I accepted the thoughts weren’t going away. It was very confusing, because I wasn’t attracted to men. To this day, there has never been a guy I saw that I had to fuck. In fact, I’ve tried thinking on specific men before and it always made it more difficult to finish. For me, it has always been about the cock and the taboo of it all, but at that point in time I didn’t know what to do. It was clear I wanted another experience, but how? I got lucky before and that situation fell in my lap. I couldn’t very well go and try to find another. In the first place, I had no idea how to, and even more importantly, I had a terrible fear of being caught. So, I contented myself with stolen moments with gay porn, when after getting off envisioning myself sucking cock again, I was finally able to stop thinking about it. It was until midway through my sophomore year at college that I finally had the opportunity to make those fantasies a reality again.

Periodically, we would decide to travel to another of the in-state colleges to visit friends for a change of scenery and a night of fun. That particular weekend, my girlfriend had been begging me to go to another university to hang out with some friends she wanted to introduce me too, and so, after our last classes Friday afternoon, we packed it in for a weekend away.

The first night was uneventful. Suffice to say, we finally got there, met her friends, went to a few house parties and actually had a good time. The next day, however, we started drinking early and just after dinner, my girlfriend and I started to fight. I cannot remember why, but I was too drunk and mad enough that I stormed out of the house we were staying at.

Eventually, I found some bars, and continued to drink myself well past the time I should have stopped. At some point during that time, I got it in my head I wanted some ecstasy. I was pretty drunk, and I needed a way to come back down so I could party some more. I remember I was playing darts with a few guys I’d just met, and I made an offhand comment like “God, I could really use some X right now.” Amazingly enough, one of the guys, whose we’ll call Bobby, said he could make a call, and I told him if he did, that I’d buy for the both of us.

About an hour later we started rolling. For those of you that have never tried this drug, if you ever want to completely get rid of your inhibitions, then look no further. That combined with the fact that everything, from the wind to the touch of a hand, feels amazing makes it my drug of choice. So much so, that we decided to get some more, but had to meet the “Guy” at his house. Neither of us could drive, so we decided to walk there.

A few minutes into our walk, both of us had to pee for probably the 30th time that night. Since I had no idea where we were, he led us to a back alleyway, between two old houses that a cop couldn’t see down if they drove by. The lights from nearly all the homes were off, but there was a streetlight right by us. As I grabbed my dick and pulled it from my pants, I started to get that old familiar desire again, and I turned my head over to see him pulling out his.

He started to piss, and I followed suit. After I finished, instead of putting it away, I held onto my dick and turned my head again. There it was. The object of so many of my hidden desires: a cock. It was average size, a little smaller than mine, circumcised and looking good enough to taste. Bobby had finished pissing and was just standing there, like I was I guess, holding his dick in full view of me. He started to play with himself a little. Nothing too overt, but enough to know he wasn’t shaking his cock to finish his piss either.

Before I realized it, I begun slowly stroking my own prick. I don’t know how long we stood there, but we were both shaken from our almost hypnotic trance, when we heard a loud bang and a scream from down the road. It was followed by some laughter, which assured us nothing bad had happened, but by then the moment was over. We both put our members away and buttoned up our jeans and began our way to the house with the ecstasy. Sadly enough, we both pretended nothing had happened, and continued our trip.

Shortly thereafter, we arrived at a large apartment complex that he told me was the place. He texted the guy and a moment later, got a reply to head on up to the apartment. We walked into a building, hit a button, and opened the door when the buzzer came. An elevator trip and a long hallway later, he knocked on a door. We heard “Come in.” and walked inside. Bobby introduced us, though, I can’t remember his real name, but he said everybody called him “Justice”. It was an odd nickname for a drug dealer, but who am I to judge. Apparently, Justice was out partying but had to come back to his place to meet us. He was pretty fucked up and rolling his balls off as well, and he said he didn’t want to walk back to bar but asked if we wanted a beer instead. We graciously accepted.

We sat around his dining room table and shot the shit for a few minutes before I had to piss again. Regretfully, that time it was only me and a bathroom, so I finished my business and headed back out to the dining room. I heard their voices talking but couldn’t make out what was being said, and I found it odd that they shut up the moment they saw me. Still, I was too high on X to really care. The only thing I remember we talked about was Justice’s TV, and it wasn’t long before we ended up on the couch watching a movie on it. Bobby left to piss twice in about 10 minutes and the 3rd time he got up, Justice told him he should just leave his dick out to save time, and Bobby answered, “Maybe I should” in a joking manner.

I didn’t think anything of it until a couple moments later, Bobby came back with his cock out. He wiggled his body shaking it back and forth and said, “Best idea you’ve ever had.” I didn’t know what was going on, and just sat on the other side of the couch purposely not looking in that direction. It’s funny now, because I am fairly certain they planned this between themselves after Bobby almost assuredly saw me staring at his cock with desire earlier that night, but back then I was a mixture of disbelief, shock, desire, and embarrassment. Justice laughed and said “I have them every now and again. Still, you know I love the dick so you might want to put that fella away before it gets you into trouble.”

Bobby replied “Promises, promises.” and sat back down on the couch.

If the guy I am now was there instead of the guy I was then, that would have been all the invitation I’d have needed before diving right in. However, at that point in time, it was almost like my mind had overloaded. The only time I’d ever done anything with a guy before, we’d flirted around the issue for 30 minutes or so, before horned out of my mind I finally made a move. Even so, that was after we “accidentally” touched each other’s cocks several times. Did I want to make a move this night? Of course. The moment I saw Bobby’s dick again my mouth started watering, but for reasons beyond understanding I still wasn’t sure what was going on and I was way too nervous to make a move until I did. Instead, I just forced myself to watch the movie and contented myself with turning my head every moment or two to catch a glimpse of Bobby’s semi-hard prick.

The second or third time I snuck a peak, I noticed Bobby’s hand on his cock, mixing up a slow stroke and a gentle pull making himself erect. Insanely enough, even that wasn’t enough for me. Apparently, I needed someone to figuratively (or literally) take their cock and shove it between my lips for me to realize what was going on. Instead, my nerves took me, because I was hard as a rock and I knew my dick was struggling to break free of its denim confines. I stood up and held my beer in front of my crotch trying to hide the rapidly increasing bulge, but no doubt drawing even more attention to it, and said I had to piss. I think I almost ran to the bathroom.

I didn’t have to piss, but I stood by the toilet with dick in hand anyway. Though, instead of pissing I started to stroke my cock almost shuddering at how good it felt that it was being touched. I must have been in there for a bit because I heard a knock on the door followed by Bobby asking if I was okay. I replied “Yes” and made up a reason I was still there on the spot “I’m just trying to get the last drips of piss out of my dick and he’s not cooperating”.

Bobby responded “Hey, do you mind if I come in and grab a towel from under the sink. We had a spill?” followed a few seconds later by, “I promise I won’t peak.”, which hilariously enough, almost added insult to injury. I wanted him to peak but couldn’t say so. Instead, I said “Sure.” because my dick was so hard it was never going back in my jeans at that time and I didn’t want to make him wait.

I angled my back towards the door as I heard it open. Bobby said, “I knocked my beer over.”, and I heard the cupboard open behind me so he could grab a towel. I was purposely looking at the top of the toilet, and so I didn’t notice him come behind me until I felt his hand around the base of my cock and heard him say “I know a trick to get rid of the drips”. I think I jumped a little, because I felt his arm followed by his body come with me as I move forward a little. He quickly stroked my cock turning his hand a little as he did and finishing by adding some increasing pressure as he moved towards the tip of my cock.

I know I let him stroke me a few times because it felt so good, but before I could fully allow my desire to takeover, the fear in my brain took control. I kept thinking Justice was going to walk in. I managed to find the strength to tell him that I’d be out in a minute. By now, it was evident I was enjoying myself, and he continued to make me feel amazing for another 15 seconds before he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah…I’m sure.” I replied.

I waited about 5 more minutes thinking I might be able to get Bobby to take me to his place. I pushed my dick up and buttoned my jeans around it and walked back out to the living room hoping I could get Bobby to leave. If I did, I was determined to tell him I’d fuck around with him back at his spot. I got to the living room but while the TV was still playing, nobody was there. It wasn’t a huge apartment, so I went towards the kitchen area and bedrooms calling out “Bobby?” I got about halfway in the kitchen before I heard that unmistakable sound of porn coming from the hallway beyond.

I slowed my pace but kept going, reaching the hallway and taking the last few steps to the open door where the sounds were coming from. Once there, I stood in the doorway and immediately saw the TV where the porn was being played. On screen there was a man sucking another man’s cock and I became mesmerized by the image of the increasingly wet cock glistening with saliva disappear and reappear from an eager mouth. In fact, I enjoyed the clip so much it took almost a minute for my mind to register what was happening on the bed next to me. Turning my head, I saw 2 men naked on the bed doing something to each other, but it wasn’t until the shock wore off that I realized it was Justice sucking on Bobby’s cock.

The back of the bed was on the wall with the door I was standing in, facing towards the TV, and Bobby was laying straight across it with his legs spread apart while Justice was laying between them making love to the delicious cock in front of him. This was the first time I’d ever seen live gay sex and I was almost struck dumb. I had enough brain power to pull my cock out just as Justice’s eyes met mine. He never skipped a beat and kept bobbing his head up and down sucking the dick in front of him, but neither did he take his eyes away from me.

I wanted to go to the bed. I needed to go to the bed. I just couldn’t move save for my hand’s attention to my cock. It wasn’t until Justice pulled his mouth off of Bobby while wrapping his fingers around the shaft he was just sucking and beginning to stroke it.

“Our guest of honor is here.” Justice said, and Bobby turned his head towards me. It was at that point that I noticed he was holding something in his hand and shortly thereafter realized it was a camcorder. I probably should have cared but there was no blood running to my brain anymore, and I just started walking to the bed. As I got there, both of them were in the process of getting off the bed. I started to take off my clothes, but Justice stopped me, came around me and turned me so my back was towards the bed. He took off my shirt and undershirt and Bobby helped him with one hand pulling it off my head and arms. Then, he squatted down so his head was directly across from my crotch and started to unbuckle my belt, followed by unbuttoning my jeans. He pulled both them down and came back up, grabbing my cock that was pushing through the hole of my boxers and I immediately shuddered. He maneuvered the boxers off and then held them down with my jeans as I stepped out of them.

He put his knees down and grabbed hold of the back of my legs, gently caressing them upwards towards my butt. He pulled me a little closer and licked the inside of my thighs upwards, first one and then the other. As he got to the top of my right thigh, he held his tongue out and began to lick my balls a little. From there, he licked to the center and up to the underside base of my cock, but afterwards stopped a moment.

I watched him pull his head back, so my cock slid across his cheek springing free a little after he pulled his face an inch or two away from my dick. Starring at its tip, he paused for a moment pulled his left hand from my ass to grab hold of my cock. He held it up and pressed his tongue to the underside base of my shaft and licked up towards its tip slowly until he reached the head and swallowed it pushing his face towards my crotch engulfing every inch of my awaiting cock, until his lips reached the rest of my body. From there, he just held the entire length of my dick down his throat for a moment and then pulled back.

I broke from my reverie when Bobby said “He’s one of the best cocksuckers I know.” and moved his hand holding the camera so that it focused on Justice as he deep throated my cock again and held it for a bit, pulling back and revealing my cock drenched in his saliva. Bobby started to direct a little from there. “Okay, look at the camera, cocksucker.”  Justice obeyed his command opening his eyes staring right into the camera as he gave me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had.

Bobby laughed a little and said “See, I told you he wanted his dick sucked.” and Justice responded by increasing the speed with which he was sucking my cock. I began to make small sounds of pleasure and thrust with the motion of Justice’s head. “Yes, I did. And I want you to teach me how to suck cock like that.” Justice’s eyes turned from the camera lens to my eyes and I felt the sounds of “Uh huh” vibrate around my dick.

Bobby said, “Fuck that’s hot” and came around to the side of me, leaned over and started kissing me. To be honest, it wasn’t my thing, but I reciprocated. Though, after a moment or two, I pulled my head back and told them it was my turn to taste cock. Justice reluctantly released his mouth’s hold of my dick, but smiled, stood up, and said “Now, you’re talking.”

Before we got on the bed though, he stepped into me and grabbed hold of both of our cocks pushing them together, so their undersides laid against each other. He started to stroke the both of us and I remember looking down thinking how amazing it looked to see our dicks together. Bobby kneeled down facing away from our cocks, twisted the viewing screen around, and held the camera above his head so it recorded the motion. but pointed it a little down so he could see our cocks and his face. He said “Tonight we welcome our “Newcomer” to our fuck fest. Tell us what you want to do, Newbie?”

I don’t know why I went with it. Probably because I was so damn horny and high that I couldn’t think straight, but I remember worrying about it for months afterwards. That is, of course, when I wasn’t masturbating to the idea that I made a gay porn film. But, went with it I did.

He maneuvered the camera up, so it was looking directly at me and Justice, and I didn’t miss a beat and replied, “I want to learn to suck cock.”

Bobby asked, “You mean to tell me you’ve never sucked a cock before?”

It seemed easier to lie than try and explain my story, so I said, “No. Tonight will be my first.”

Bringing the camera back down to his face, Bobby said, “There you have it, guys, we’re about to see our straight Newbie suck his first cock. And who knows what else?”

My butt was to the bed, and I backwards jumped on it and moved my legs up. I scooted to the side and patted the bed, saying “It’s time.” Of course, all of that was on camera so I looked like a cock-whore desperate to have a dick in his mouth, which I suppose I was. Justice and Bobby got on the bed and Bobby pointed the camera at Justice asking, “What do you think, J? Do you think we can teach this cock-virgin how to suck a dick?” and Justice replied, “Who taught you to suck cock?” Bobby laughed and said, “The one and only”.

A moment later, Justice grabbed the camera pointed it at me and said, “By the end of the night, if each of us hasn’t cum in your mouth at least twice, I’ll never suck a dick again.” In truth, I didn’t know what to say to that, so I didn’t say anything, and I thought I did something wrong when Justice turned the camera off, went over to his nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled a pill bottle out. I was rolling pretty fucking good, so I wasn’t sure I was ready for another pill of ecstasy and was about to say so, when he said, “It’s like Viagra.” before I had the chance to. I’d never taken it before and didn’t know what to expect, but I was in too deep now to quit so I held out my hand, and he gave each of us a pill, swallowed his with a bottle of beer before handing it to us. Each of us took ours as well.

Justice grabbed the camera, told Bobby to lay down and spread his legs, and then instructed me to get in-between them. He pushed record and told me to give it a try so he could see what he was working with. I was on my knees but laid down, so Bobby’s cock was inches from my face. As crazy as it sounds, I started to get nervous, and I hesitated. Justice, I think feeling bad for me, told me they didn’t need to film it if I didn’t want. I remember smiling slightly to that, because as ridiculous as it sounds, the filming wasn’t the part that worried me. Why? I don’t know. A week ago, the idea of this would have given me a heart attack, but in the heat of the moment, drunk and rolling, I was more nervous about performing badly for the camera than I was of the fact it was being filmed. I said, “No. It’s okay. Keep filming.”

Finally, I took a deep breath, grabbed a hold of the cock that stood to attention in front of me, and stroked my hand down so I was holding it fully erect. I leaned in and kiss the tip, letting my lips purchase the skin of the head and very slightly sucking in. It must have felt good because he moaned slightly. I opened my mouth slowly, making sure to push my lips over my teeth and moved my head down so that Bobby’s cock began to enter my mouth. As the head disappeared, I started at the upper part of the prick, closing my lips so that they encircled the shaft. This time I was ready for the softness of the skin despite the hardness of the dick. I began to move down slowly and got just past halfway before it hit the part of my throat that was making me gag. From there, I came back up, trying to push my tongue firmly on the base of his cock. I got almost to the very tip when I went back down again, once more allowing my mouth to grow accustomed to the shape and size of the dick inside it.

After doing this a few times, Justice told me to pay attention to Bobby’s balls. I knew that. Why didn’t I incorporate that? I always loved it when my balls are taken care of. I came back up his cock again, this time letting it go all the way out as my lips pressed firmly around the head as it traveled backwards out of my mouth. I moved my hand up his shaft and licked my way down to the balls, using my tongue to massage them in circles. Once I did that for a moment or two, I gently swallowed his left ball and used my mouth and tongue to caress it, all the while trying to suck in a little. I did the same with the other side, and it felt like I was finding some sort of rhythm. I came back up and greedily swallowed the prick again, drenching it in my saliva.

Justice told me to go down as far as I could, and I followed his instruction. It was just past halfway again, and he came and told me he was going to help position me. He did so, that my throat was straighter and if not for my gag reflex could accept more of Bobby’s cock easier. His next direction was to focus on relaxing my throat. “Just let it sit there a minute, as you concentrate on relaxing your mouth and throat.” After a moment or two of that, he told me, “Now this is going to be the hard part. Go down until you start to gag and hold it there. Focus on the gag reflex. Focus on overcoming it.”

For a minute all I could focus on was my gagging and I came back up again. Before I was told to try once more, I went back down, this time a little slower, also making sure my throat was positioned better to accept the cock. I could be wrong, but I think I got a little more. And when I started to feel the gag reflex, I put all my attention on it and after almost a minute, I managed to find a tenuous control over it. From there, I decided to go for it, and I went down even more. I actually had it for half a minute or so, to the point where I almost had his whole cock down my throat, but after that period I almost involuntarily came back up choking.

Justice applauded me on my success and told me that’s what I’ll have to do to be able to deep throat. He said after I made Bobby cum that I should practice on him because his cock was slenderer and just a little shorter. I went back to focusing on the dick resting on my tongue and started to increase my pace. I decided to use my hand as I always enjoyed that and tried to stroke his cock in a twisting rhythm to follow the movements of my sucking. Bobby started to lift his butt in the air a little as I came down his shaft and I made my sucking and stroking to coincide with his movements. He started to moan a little more, and I could feel his legs tightening.

I kept doing what I was doing and a few seconds later I heard, “Okay, Cocksucker, I want you looking at me with those eyes.” I obliged him, though from time to time I had to focus back on what I was doing. Still, it must have worked because I heard him start breathing even faster and I started to taste the salty tanginess of his cum as he exploded in my mouth. I continued sucking him but started to slow down as his thrusting grew fewer and far between. The cum was dripping down his cock all over my hand because I couldn’t handle it all. Finally, he finished and laid back down, all the tension from a moment or two before gone from his body. I had pulled my mouth off not wanting to suck on him if he was too sensitive, but he looked down and told me I better clean the cum from his dick. I looked down and used my tongue to lap up the streams of cum that had escaped my mouth.

When I finished, Justice and Bobby switched positions and I repeated the process. With Justice’s teaching I did manage to swallow his entire cock for a few seconds. It only happened once, but it was a triumph for me. I sucked his cock until he told me to push the tip down so that it was perpendicular from my face, and to latch on to the base of his cock sliding my lips up and down like a harmonica. This must have been his kryptonite because it wasn’t long before he started to cum and he told me to swallow the head once more. I missed most of it as the first burst landed on his stomach, but he didn’t tell me to clean him.

They told me it was my turn to relax and while I was excited about that, I also knew from experience that after I came the shame would come back. I was a little worried about it, but not enough to let it ruin my night. I laid on the bed and they sucked my cock in turns. Bobby kept kissing me during his break with my cock, which I accepted but didn’t really enjoy. I think Justice picked up on it because he never tried. Eventually, I knew I was starting to cum and Justice must have felt my body’s clues. He deep throated me briefly and took most of my cum but came up and off letting Bobby have the last bursts. They started to kiss each other with my dick between their lips and my cum all over their faces. It was hot as hell. It wasn’t until Bobby started to wrap his mouth around my cock again that I realized I was still horny as hell and the shame hadn’t arrived. Later, I found out that was because of the Viagra.

Justice got off the bed and I watched him walk to his nightstand again. This time he pulled out a condom and a body of something, got back on the bed, nudged Bobby who reluctantly let go of my dick, and put the condom on me. I wasn’t sure why? I’d heard of people using condoms for oral sex before, but we’d already done that without so why should we need them now? I was about to ask, but I thought better of it. If that’s what they wanted to do, then how could I say no?

He squirted some stuff from the bottle over the condom. Once more, I probably should have realized what he was doing but I was still too new to all of this to put 2 and 2 together. I thought it was some stuff that girls have used on me before so my dick tastes like fruit or something. Again, how could I argue against it? I just lay my head back telling Bobby to come over to the pillow so I could suck him again. He knelt down just next to me and I propped myself up some and started swallowing his dick again. I was too engrossed in my task to see what Justice was doing, but on the tape afterwards I saw him squirt some of the bottle on his fingers and wipe it around his asshole.

I felt the tension of Justice stand on the bed, grab ahold of my cock a moment later, and say, “Now for Lesson 2.” It barely registered, because I was too busy worshipping the cock in my mouth. I felt Justice’s legs kneel down around my stomach as he rested on the tip of my dick but realized almost as an afterthought that it wasn’t his lips I felt. There was a stronger tension at first, followed by an amazing sensation as that initial tension released and my cock felt surrounded by a warm tight glove to welcome it home, as inch by inch penetrated deep into Justice’s ass.

Maybe someone else would have been angry he didn’t ask. Hell, maybe I might have in a different time. It felt too good at that moment though, and instead of stopping him I allowed Bobby’s cock to break free of my mouth as I looked down my body to watch Justice ride my cock with his ass. If truth be told I was always too fixated on sucking cock and being sucked to give much thought to fucking a guy, but right then and there, as Bobby’s fully hard cock almost rested on my cheek while he held a camcorder recording an image of my cock being swallowed by another guy’s tight ass, and watching that man’s cock and balls land upon my stomach and then rise up in a motion so I could witness my cock’s first ever fucking of another man, I almost came again. And actually did do so a few moments later. Thankfully, the Viagra was still in effect and I continued to fuck Justice and try to suck Bobby at the same time. Not too long after, Justice was stroking himself as he continued to fuck me, and he came all over me. Bobby lost it at that point, and he straddled my head inserting his cock into my mouth as he squatted his erectness in and out of my mouth. I could hear Justice and him making out, and I was in near heaven.

I was fucking a man with my cock as another was near mouth fucking me with his, all the while making my first ever gay porn video, if an amateur one, still nonetheless for me, a porn. I guess they’re right when they say, “The best things come to those who wait.”

We fucked and sucked each other for hours. They wanted to fuck me, but I wasn’t ready for that, but I told them I’d happily keep fucking them. In fact, it wasn’t until late Sunday night that I finally called my girlfriend and had her pick me up. She was beyond pissed, but I didn’t care. I had too much fun. Towards the end of our fling, we started talking about the tape we made. We all wanted to see it, so after I don’t even know how many ejaculations later, we decided to finish up and watch it. It was a mixture of embarrassment and amazement. In the beginning you could tell I wasn’t very comfortable, but around the time I was fucking Billy doggy style at the same time Billy was fucking Justice, I found my stride. Of course, it took us the better part of the day to watch the video as we had to pause to have a little more fun, rest, watch a little more and so on.

One of my biggest regrets is not asking for a copy. I always wondered if it ever made it to one of those amateur websites, but that was probably just me being horny as hell and thinking of other guys jerking off to me fucking and sucking. Still, it did make playing the drinking game “I Never … .“ difficult from that point on. For those of you that don't know, someone says a statement of something they've never done and if you have, you take a drink.

Thankfully, no one's every said, “I never sucked a guy’s dick at the same time as I fucked another guy in the ass in a gay porn video.”