The Milkman's Sausage

I can’t stop imagining it. That first time I got what I always wanted. It was the first time I held another man’s cock and went down on him. The first time I tasted milk but not of the kind you can buy at a grocery store. But I’m jumping ahead of myself so you must excuse my rushing of the storyline. I just wanted to let you know I’m quite literally excited to tell you this story.

But before I tell you the full story, I think you need some context and a little explanation of how we got there.

For a while now, you might have read my stories which all tell of my wildest fantasies of the crushes I’ve had. Each story had a hint of truth to it and each story told you a little more about what I want in bed. I knew you would never know my true identity but part of me hoped my someday boyfriend would know me both as the man he started to date and as Alex. Part of me hopes he would find these stories one day and learn that I’m not versatile. I’m versatile with a twist of being a submissive bottom. Because when it cums down to it, I prefer to be a bottom than a top. Pardon my puns.

I don’t want to be the boyfriend who tells their boyfriend to roll them on their belly and hold their hands above their head so I feel helpless as my boyfriend lays on my back and rams my ass as hard as he can until my ass is sore. But I can surely write a story about it. And I don’t want to be the one to tell my boyfriend that literally the ONLY thing I want for Christmas this year is a collar and a leash because I’ve literally been fantasizing about being a puppy in bed since – well, let’s just say that little dream started off around the time I first learned what the birds and the bees were. But again, I can write a story and he can read it and learn for himself.

So, in many ways these stories were letters to my someday boyfriend. They were also stories to help me from becoming the cum bucket of our town. Ever since I came out last June, I wanted to suck every man’s cock which I found remotely attractive. And since I didn’t want to have random hookups with strangers, I knew writing stories and helping others make their cocks crow would help me keep my cock in my pants a little.

Flash forward a few months and now I have a boyfriend. In some respects, I thought I would stop writing because I didn’t want to share our private moments with the world. But then a fan sent me an email and it made me think about things a little deeper. Things like: you still have no idea who I am or even what my real name is. So, what’s the harm in sharing my real life experiences with you now that I have real stories to share. But secondly, I realized I still need your help a little. Help to keep my cock in his nest a little longer because my boyfriend is right. We need to take things slow but that’s not going to be easy especially after I tell you how we started off.

Him and I met on a dating app called Grindr. You may have heard of it but we were both looking for love and not just a one-night thing. Love is an odd thing to look for on that app, I know, but guys like us are on there, trust me. On the first two dates we spoke a lot about what we do for a living, our coming out stories, and a lot about sex. He’s had it before (three hookups in total but two of those were just received blowjobs) but I never did anything with a guy. I’ve never even touched another man down there nor have I seen one in real life before. Me being gay is partly to blame for why I didn’t even take gym class in high school, too afraid I would get 'happy' mid-shower with the other guys around. So, yeah. The entire first couple dates I was checking out his ass and scoping out how big his package was in the front of his shorts when we first started dating this June.

But you see, on our third date we had my house all to ourselves. My family was all out doing other things or at work and him and I both had off so we spent the day watching movies on my couch and eating pizza. We watched this really romantic film about a gay guy being exposed by his classmates and ended up waiting for his true love on top of a ferris wheel. And at the end of the movie, my boyfriend leaned over and gave me a kiss. It was far from our first kiss but this time he tried adding tongue to the kiss. And I loved it.

Slowly through our kiss, he pushed me down so he was lying on top of me on my sofa. He started wrapping his hands around my head and pulling my kiss deeper in his mouth as I began to wrap my hands around his back, under his shirt and started lifting it up to feel how smooth his back was. And it was like silk.

I started to feel myself getting hard. And I’m not talking like a semi which I got in high school when I looked at the men’s basketball team too long. Or the semi I got when I was getting a blowjob from my ex-girlfriend back then. That was back when I tried to convince myself I liked girls even though I couldn’t ever cross the ‘finish line’ while having sex with her without first closing my eyes and imagining the star soccer player sucking me off and having his cum shoot out all over my face. Nope, this time was different. I was hard, really hard. A perfect man was on top of me and my dick felt his cock being grinded up against it through our shorts.

I started pushing him backwards until we flipped and I was now on top of him. I still had my hands wrapped around his back and I started feeling up his chest as much as I could seeing that our lips were constantly intertwined. He reached his hands down and grabbed my ass and started lightly slapping me and pulling my pelvis forward so my cock would grind up against his dick some more.

But somewhere in that moment I realized we didn’t have a change of clothes. I mean, I did - after all it was my home but he didn’t. I started thinking, maybe he could fit into a pair of my shorts if he cums right now in his pants. Maybe we could sneak it into the washer before my family got home from work in a few hours. Or maybe there was a better solution to clean up other than those options. Like what if we swallowed each other's messes? So, I sat up.

“What are you doing? I loved that.” He softly said to me.

“So did I. But I don’t want to rub your chest forever.” I replied as I panted my breath.

“Really, what were you thinking then?” he seductively asked.

I was shaking. I was more nervous than I’ve ever been in my life. Let me put this into context for you. I’ve spent literally almost 25 years dreaming of the day I would touch another man’s cock. I’ve told my entire family and all my friends I was gay and so if I didn’t like touching him, how do I tell him? How do I take those two words back from my family and friends? And even if I do like what I’m touching, I have no idea how to make him cum other than from what I’ve seen in videos online and from my own explorations with myself late at night.

But he saw that fear in my eyes as I replied to his question not with words but with a seductive stare at the zipper and button on his shorts which were keeping me from my grand prize. He saw that just like he saw me shaking on our first date, my first date with a boy. A date where he grabbed my hand and held it in front of the world that whole night to calm my fear of what others might think of us together. Just like now where he saw me shaking a little and he knew what I was staring at which told him what I really wanted to rub instead of his chest.

So, he held my hand again with both of his hands. “Babe,” he whispered to me, “it’s okay to touch what you want to touch.” Then, he gently grabbed my wrist with his one hand and pulled my hand closer and closer to his shorts until I was touching his cock through the fabric. I waited a second so I could burn this image into my head just in case it was the farthest we got that day. But then I slowly closed my hand like I was gripping a baseball bat and I gently started stroking him very slowly through his soft and lose shorts.

That’s when I closed my eyes and I started to kiss him again. He had on shorts which fit him perfectly but I on the other hand had shorts which were a bit too big so I had to wear a belt. As I continued to stroke him, I started to feel him gliding his hand across my chest, under my shirt. But then something very unexpected happened.

My eyes were still closed and I was still kissing him. And I felt his hand go lower and reach under my belt and across my bare skin towards my fully erect member in my pants. How he got past my tight belt, I still have no idea. But nonetheless, I knew it was time to step up my game and start playing in the major leagues. I reached my hand under his shirt and slid it down under his waistline, this time under his shorts and boxers.

He was hairy down there but my hand didn’t mind a bit. I’m sure he felt something vastly different seeing that I shave down there twice a week. That’s because before I started man scaping, I would always forget to clean up before falling asleep and my cum would dry up in my hair and was quite hard to get out in the morning. But now, that was no longer a problem.

The lower my hand got, the warmer his skin felt. I was taking things as slow as I could but just then, I felt his hand wrap around my bare cock and start to stroke it under my shorts. I have never felt something so intense in my entire life as him holding my bare cock with his long fingers.

So, I didn’t waste any more time. I felt his tip with my finger and I backed my hand as far away from his body as it would still go under his shorts and lowered my hand a few inches deeper. Then I wrapped my full hand around his bare cock and I proved myself wrong that quickly. His hand around my cock was no longer the most intense I’ve ever felt. This was my new favorite. My hand around his cock.

We sat like that for a good minute stroking each other under our shorts and kissing passionately. But again, how would the cleanup go? So, I knelt up and crawled on top of him as he pulled his hand out from under my belt so as not to hurt his hand from being bent in a weird position. He started to grab me from the outside of my shorts once again and stroke me as I gave him the most ‘I want you right now’ face I’ve ever given anyone. Apparently, it looked quite scary to him but in a good way. Or so I heard from him later on that day.

I was still panting, only this time heavier than the last time I stopped to speak to him. “Do you mind if…” I was breathing so heavy I couldn’t get out a full thought. “…if I try…” again I couldn’t get out my full thought from having to breathe.

“We can…” he took a pause to take a deep breath “do you whatever you want.” It was good to know I wasn’t the only one not being able to breathe normally or make coherent sentences. I mean ‘do you whatever you want’? Who talks like that unless you’re so excited you’re not really thinking about making coherent sentences.

I raised my eyebrows and opened my eyes, looking directly in his eyes as if to ask ‘are you sure?’ After all, I wasn’t great at talking during sex obviously so I wasn’t going to speak more than I had to. He just nodded his head with a gentle ‘yeah’. And I replied with a gentle head motion upwards and he again answered with a gentle head nod ‘yeah’.

I held him by the hand as I led him upstairs to my bedroom and closed the door behind us. He closed the blinds behind my headboard and I turned around to see him lying on my bed with a raised tent in his shorts. Nothing has ever looked so beautiful as my boyfriend with a tent in his pants lying on my bed.

I started off by taking off his shoes which for some reason were still on and then went up to kiss him as I wrapped my hands around his chest and under his shirt, lifting it off of him. He sat up just long enough for it to be taken off. Then I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock through his shorts fabric so his shorts were now wrapped tightly around his shaft. Sort of like how a sock looks like on your cock right before you cum into it on a long summer night by yourself when you think about your new boyfriend too long and don’t want the long cleanup. As a matter of fact, exactly like the sock which is inside of that pillow case his head is now resting on. But he has no idea it’s there so don’t tell him.

Still with his cock wrapped up tightly in his shorts, I opened my mouth and swallowed it as deep as I could. It tasted like fabric but what was I to expect besides exactly what it tasted like? Should I have been surprised? No.

But after one or two strokes with my lips around his shorts, I couldn’t help my mind any longer. I wanted to see him naked and I wanted to taste the real thing. Not his shorts, not his tongue, not his cologne or sweat which I licked off of his chest on the way down to where my head was positioned now. No – I wanted to taste his fucking cock and I needed it now. 

I released my hand from the base of his cock keeping the fabric tight and took both my hands and pulled down the sides of his shorts by his hips. He helped me get his shorts all the way off and there he was. Naked on my bed for the first time with a giant cock standing upright, waiting for me to swallow it whole.

So, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock once again and it felt more girthy than my dildo which I used to practice blowjobs and anal with for about a year now. That way I wouldn’t be completely bewildered once one got in front of me. That dildo sits not-so discreetly in the nightstand right beside the bed we’re both lying on right now. It’s not under a few pairs of underwear or locked in a safe. It’s just inside that drawer if he dared to open it when I was out of the room for a moment. Then he would see how I know I’m a true bottom yet have never had sex with a man before.

I could see a big droplet of precum at the tip of his long cock and so, I started off slow. I stuck my tongue out and gently licked the base of his shaft, forcing my tongue deep into the forest of his public hair to tickle his sack and wrap my lips around his balls until they were both in my mouth. It tasted very odd having something hairy in my mouth but oddly enough, I didn’t mind it at all. I mean it was far from fantastic but after I looked up and saw his head roaring backward, I didn’t feel like spitting them out and gagging like I thought I would for a boy who didn’t shave himself.

After I played with his balls with my tongue a little, I released them from my grasp and once again took my tongue and touched the base of his shaft. Only this time, I slowly licked up his shaft like a lollipop and at the tip, I suddenly felt a wetness of a big drop of liquid hit my tongue. It tasted sweet like the best candy I’ve ever tasted. Tasted better…much, much better than my own cum ever did. I mean, that’s kind of a requirement on the journey of being gay isn’t it?

In my coming out years before I told my family, I had this check list of things I needed to cross off. One of them was: am I willing to swallow cum because it’s a rude gesture to spit it back up. So, I had to try my own and I liked it so much I can hardly go a session anymore without licking my own hand dry. Another question was: am I willing to suck a dick and that’s why I bought the dildo. And let’s face it, my head was buried in his cock at this point and I loved the taste and the smell and I wanted to swallow it whole so I think you can see what answer I came to on that question. Anyway, I needed to know it all and test it all before I told my family. But anyway, that’s not what this story is about.

I opened my lips slightly and pushed my head forward, allowing the tip of his cock to push open my lips the rest of the way. I didn’t want him to cum right away because I wanted to enjoy this moment for myself and more importantly, I wanted to taste his sweaty cock. Literally all of my girlfriends (life-long friends who are girls who now realize their friend is gay so they’re all excited to have a gay best friend they can go shopping with, not girlfriends like romantically). Anyway, they all told me it would taste horrible. One of them even offered me cotton candy flavored lube so it would make it a nicer taste for me the first time. But I don’t understand any of them. They lied to me. Big time.

It’s so difficult to describe how his cock tasted. I can’t compare it to any food or food group. It’s of its own food group and taste. But if I had to describe it, I would say it’s incredible, divine, and powerful, the best thing I have ever tasted in my entire life and I never want to eat a meal without that taste in my mouth ever again. Like yeah, that good.

So, I chose to savor that taste and play with his tip for a bit longer. Rather than shoving it deep into my mouth, I chose to only swallow his tip. Once my lips felt the tip of his cock slide into their soft embrace, I would pull off. Like, you know that part of red tip that suddenly spreads farther out from your shaft like a pink hook out hanging the shaft of your cock…that is what I used to tell once his full tip was in my mouth. Then I would suck in a breath as I pulled off of his tip. And then back on. Then repeat a few more times. What can I say? I was always one to play with my food before eating it.

Finally, I had enough of tasting his tip and I wanted more. So, I grabbed the base of his shaft with my left hand and played with his ball sack with my right hand. Meanwhile I pushed my head forward, once again allowing his cock to softly push open my lips farther than they have ever gone before for my dildo practice sessions. And I didn’t stop at his tip this time. I slid it in as deep as I could go without gagging. Then I sucked in as I let it slide out of my mouth.

A few strokes in and he suddenly stopped me and I came up for air.

“Don’t use your teeth.” He whispered down to me. I’ve never done this before to a real cock so far be it from me to know what to do and what not to do. I mean, everything else I put in my mouth, I use my teeth a little bit on and I figured with a cock it was no different. I mean, yes, I need to be gentle but I didn’t know how bad it was. So, it’s good he told me.

And that’s what makes this better than a hookup because a random guy wouldn’t care enough about me to explain that to me. He would just get mad and walk out meanwhile hopping on his phone before he was even out the door to get on Grindr again to see if he could find another guy to finish the job.

So, I tried again. Only this time with no teeth at all. I went slow at first and when he started to put his hands on the back of my head and grab my hair and pull it, I knew I was doing a good job so I sped up. Just when I started to speed up, I forgot I needed to breathe and I also forgot not to use teeth again. Stupid me but again, it was my first time.

Again and again I tried for twenty minutes or so. I was sweating so much, I took off almost all my clothes besides my tight, rainbow sexy underwear I was wearing all day. I even tried sucking softly on the tip of his cock while stroking his shaft with my hand, hoping to make him cum quicker into my mouth. But after a few strokes trying that, he took both his hands and softly grabbed my head from both sides. I thought he was about to explode and just wanted my head to stay there so I could swallow it all but he started lifting my head off of his cock.

He whispered, “It’s okay babe. I don’t have to cum today.”

“I want to make you though” I replied.

“I know but it’s okay if I don’t. I know this is your first time and you’re just learning.”

I crawled up to his face and started kissing him. I wasn’t sure if he ever tasted the sweetness of his own cock before but I’m sure he tasted it on my lips and he didn’t seem to mind at all. I wrapped my hand around his still-erect cock and stated to stroke it as fast as I could hoping to end his day with a hand job instead. But he grabbed my hand and stopped it from stroking him.

“Seriously babe. I’m okay.” He said.

“Yeah but I’m not. I didn’t do a good job. Or even a remotely good job obviously.”

“No you did good for your first time. It’s fine. I don’t have to get off every time honey.” He said as he wrapped his hands around both sides of my face and stared right into my watering eyes.

I was still rock hard and about one touch of his hand away from shooting my load in my underwear. But he just laid there cuddling with me and holding me in his arm. I mean, don’t get me wrong I loved the smell of his armpit which I know is a weird thing to admit but I did. But my cock was like a giant handle he was staring down at and he did nothing about it. He just kissed me occasionally which just kept me hard longer. A few kisses in and I even remember twitching my cock so it would hopefully hit his thigh and remind him I was still hard and he could still get me off. Either that or I was hoping I would make myself cum inside of my underwear just by the thoughts in my mind. But I sadly didn’t.

After an hour of lying there cuddling and having him hold me and reassure me it was okay that he didn’t get off, he stood up and started dressing. I still had a semi as I stood up and did the same.

We then went to a local park and walked around for a bit and then he dropped me back off at my house late at night. But still no one was home. I guess my family thought that maybe I would try to do something sexy with him on this date and they wanted to stay out of the house as long as possible to give us freedom. I mean, after all they know I’m gay and so they know there’s no risk of pregnancy and they know we’re both clean of diseases so what would be the harm in us doing stuff all the time? No harm, right?

Anyway, there still wasn’t anyone home. So, I quickly grabbed my dildo from my nightstand drawer and a tiny bit of lube on the tip and ran into the shower. A few days prior, my boyfriend mentioned to me his ultimate fantasy was to have sex in the shower and fuck me against the steamy wall. A great fantasy but one I couldn’t resist playing out. After all, I messed everything up earlier in the day and the entire time after that my cock was just screaming and begging to be taken the extra stroke over the finish line.

I wish I was joking there. I was walking around a park holding his hand, literally with a semi in my pants the whole time, just about one stroke away from cumming down my leg.

I turned the shower on and pushed myself against my shower wall. I put one hand behind my ass and slowly shoved my dildo deep into my man-pussy. The entire time dreaming of it being his warm and perfect sculpture of a cock. As I pressed myself against the wall, I realized my cock was oozing out precum like crazy across the rear shower wall in front of me. My face was pressed hard against it and in my imagination his hand was shoving it there, forcefully against the wall so my cheek was grinding on the wall with friction every time I moved my body.

After a long while shoving his cock, I mean my dildo into my ass, I grabbed some soap with my other free hand and wrapped my hand around my cock which was about two seconds from exploding. With one more thrust of my dildo in my ass and one more soapy stroke up front, I started cumming all over the wall an inch in front of me. And I didn’t even look down to see myself cum. I just kept my eyes shut and pictured him behind me and pictured his cock in my mouth again. Needless to say, I painted that wall white with my cum and had lots of cleanup work to do. You know, beyond hiding my dildo again before my family got home.

That was a month ago now. Every time we’re together, I want to touch him again. I’ve asked all my girlfriends for advice on how to do better next time and they gave me lots of great pointers. I even told my boyfriend that I got some tips from my girlfriends and he said he wants to know what they are. But I told him there’s only one way he’ll find them out and that’s if he gives me another shot.

We’ve been alone together and cuddling a few times since then and each time, I started kissing him and tried to start things with him but he tells me he’s not in the mood. Which is maybe true because, as my one girlfriend explained to me, he’s not a virgin and I am and so I automatically want it more than he does right now. At least until I lose my v-card that is. Plus, that night a month ago he got half a blowjob and I got groped and grinded on with no hint of a happy ending. So, yeah. My cock is begging for his mouth right now.

He says he wants it to be special this time rather than the times before when he just had random hookups. Which, in some ways I regret not doing some myself before I met him because then I would know my way around and I wouldn’t be so desperate for his cock all the time. Maybe I still would because his cock is pretty special. But sometimes he likes to cuddle and dangle it right in front of me like the other day when he was getting dressed for work after spending the night at my place. A night we didn’t sleep much but didn’t touch each other either. He woke up and got dressed and there it was. In all it’s beautiful, flaccid glory. Like you have to understand how perfect it looks and how big it is even when he’s not excited. It’s like he’s showing me the candy store and taking me inside but then he puts on his shorts and it’s like he’s pulling me haste fully out of the candy store and saying I can’t have any candy. I'm a kid who wants fucking candy. And if you don't understand that metaphor, his cum is the candy and it's like a drug I really, really need right now.

Please don’t get me wrong, I know he’s worth the wait. That cock is certainly worth the wait. And that taste of his cock and his precum only make me want to taste his cum even more but I know it too is worth the wait. But that doesn’t make it easier for me right now.

I mean, I want to take things slow too but, in some respects, I think to myself how we’ve already done things so why not start them again? Why wait to start them again? When he says he wants to take it slow, I ask him about how my mouth ended up around his cock then. Hence why I’m writing now.

You see, for a long time now, writing these stories was my way of calming myself down sexually so I wouldn’t be too excited when I went on a date for the first time with a guy or so I wouldn’t give in to every hot guy who sent me nudes on Grindr and wanted to meet up. I mean, I’m not stupid. I saved those photos and had quite a bit of fun with them late at night for a long time there before I met my boyfriend.

But I realized I need to keep writing now. To keep myself from being too forceful with him. I mean, yes, he told me next time I try to start something he’s going to let things happen because he wants to know what those tips were that my friends gave me but I’ll be sure to tell you all about that when the time cums. And this time, he and I will cum too.

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