I was 20 and it was my freshman year, my first year in college. It was also my first time away from home, a time to experiment and find myself. For a couple of years before I ever left home I’d been fantasizing about sucking a cock. I wasn't really attracted to men nor did I have any desire to be fucked or fuck another man. I was just curious about sucking a cock. I’d grown up in a small town and was always wondering how I was going to go about fulfilling this urge I had.
At first I figured that I could just go to a gay bar around here and pick up a guy, but most of the gay clubs around here were basically on one street. The chance that I'd run into someone or the chance someone I knew would see me walk into and leave one of these clubs was pretty high, so I decided against that.
In the last month, I’d discovered chat rooms. There were always guys asking to meet up. Again most of the people out there were about my age and the chances he’d turn out to be a closeted friend of mine seemed high. I wanted to be as discreet as possible.
Last week, when I was online I noticed this website that had personals. I looked through them and found a few people who would be suitable. I replied to an ad by Rusty, a 35 year old man that mentioned he was discreet, single and willing to do whatever the other person wanted. After a couple emails I realized the guy lived a little too far from where me so the chances of running into him were slim. Rusty and I decided to meet at this shopping mall close to where he lived, after that he would drive me to his place and we would get down to business.
The next day I over slept and almost forgot about meeting the guy. I quickly got dressed and took the bus down to that mall. It was a nerve racking 40-minute trip. I was close to just not showing up, but something in the back of my mind pushed me into going ahead and keeping it.
I got to the mall and waited outside the entrance for about 15 minutes before I saw Rusty’s car pull up. We’d exchanged pictures previously and so he knew what I looked like. I got into the car and we made small talk.
On arriving at his house I got a good look at him. Rusty was pretty well built, looked like he worked out quite a bit. The house looked pretty nice for a single guy. I guess he earned quite a bit. Once in, Rusty casually took my wrist and put my hand on his crotch. I was nervous, scared and turned on, all at once.
At his directions, I removed my clothes. I don’t know why but I suppose I’d expected Rusty to leave to give me some privacy but instead he stood there watching my every move. I kicked of my Nikes and then with shaking fingers I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. When I pulled my white t-shirt over my head, the coolness of the room made my nipples tighten. I hesitated for a second or two as Rusty stood with his arms folded across his large chest watching me before I unsnapped and unzipped my Levis and let them drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, I was standing in white sports socks and my baggy boxers which were tenting over my erect cock; I removed each sock and then pulled my boxers down over my cock letting it spring to attention. Cheeks red I turned round to face him completely exposed while he was still fully dressed.
Helping him remove his, I grabbed the hem of Rusty’s tight fitting black tee shirt and pulled it up over his head exposing his smooth tan torso. His chest and arms were muscular and defined as if they were lifted straight from the pages of Muscle and Fitness Magazine and his abs were tight and rippled without an ounce of fat covering them. Fighting the urge to touch his bare skin, I unsnapped and unzipped his tight Levis before I slowly lowered myself to my knees.
Face was level with his crotch, I stared at his prominent bulge as my trembling fingers hooked into his belt loops and pulled his tight Levis to the floor.
With my assistance Rusty stepped out of his Levis and stood quietly in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of black bikini briefs. I quickly hooked my thumbs in the sides of his bikini briefs and started to pull them down and off.
Then Rusty sat down on the couch. As moved in front of him, Rusty laughingly assured me we would stop whenever I wanted. I grabbed his cock and moving my hand up and down his semi-flaccid shaft bringing him to an erection. As it grew to about seven inches veins popped out and the foreskin peeled back, exposing its big dark, mushroom shaped head. Plunging on, I slowly I licked his cock from the base to the head. Forging forward slowly, I spent a little more time around the head trying to familiarize myself with the new territory before placed it in my mouth.
At first it was a little difficult because my teeth kept scraping his cock. But after a few tries I got it right and slowly started bobbing my head, moving my mouth up and down his now hard shaft.
I let my tongue drift up and down and all over his cock. As my bobbing head motions became faster, I looked up every now and then to get reassurance that I was doing a good job. His cock had a combination of male sweat and a musky taste. The combination was great.
I felt like a cheap whore, kneeling on the floor sucking a cock. It was great though. “Deep throat me,” he grunted. I was a little unsure of exactly how to do it, but he said, “Just try.”
I grabbed his stiff cock and took it in my mouth, little by little slowly taking it deeper. Once it reached the back of my throat I gagged and started coughing. He told me, “Relax your throat and pretend you’re yawning.”
After a few tries my eyes were watering, but I’d gotten the hang of it.
He stood up and I deep throated him again. Then he grabbed my head and hunched forward, fucking my mouth. I locked my lips and hung on as he rammed his seven inches down my throat. “Ooooh, ungh, ooooohhhhh, yeah, gonna cum," he moaned, “Where you want it?”
I told him, “cum on my face.”
I started stroking him hard as I sucked on his balls. When his body started to tense up and he pulled back and started stroking his cock faster. "I’m almost there…Y... yeah...gonna... gonna cum,” he almost whimpered as he reached over and grabbed a handful of my hair and moved my head to a couple of inches in front of his cock.
The image of a cock head so close to my face, knowing that it was getting ready to explode is hard to describe. It was incredibly sexy, yet fear inducing at the same instant. I know what got it there, but I know that at that range it could cause some damage if things weren't handled the right way.
Watching a guy jerk himself off at that angle was new to me and the whole combination of everything going on at that moment put me on the verge of an orgasm myself. This session was even more intense than I’d expected but suddenly I wasn’t as nervous as I was before and could focus more on the eroticism of what was taking place.
At that range I knew it was going to sting, so I girded myself for the impact. The first shot hit me just below the right eye, but I couldn't pull back because he was holding my hair. The second shot followed pretty quickly after that and got me right on the nose. It began draining off the end of my nose and caused it to itch like hell, but things were moving too fast for me to react to it.
The third shot followed right on the mouth, and a fourth shot hit me square in the right eye. Then he took his cock and rubbed his cum into my face. I hadn't anticipated that, but it didn't gross me out too badly. When he was done, my face was covered in cum as it slowly dripped off my chin.
He let go of my hair and started trying to wipe the cum out of my eyes with my fingers. "Those were some good shots. I hope you enjoyed that."
He just stood there for a minute as if he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do at this point. Then I solved his problem by taking his cock back in my mouth and slowly sucked him dry.
The whole thing had been great. Everything I’d hoped it would be. It was the best experience of my life, even better than my first piece of pussy. Before I left we set up another date to do the same thing.