At first I would go into chat rooms. I'd have cybersex with men. That got boring fast. Then I moved on to phonesex, something I still love. I'm big and tall with a deep voice, but on the phone I pretend to be a flaming fem. I love making real men cum over the phone.
Anyway, my first cock. I met him on a phonesex line. He lived near by and we spoke for months. This was before I was pretending to be fem. With him, I did faggy things I'd never done before. I bought my first dildo on his orders. I would suck it while on the phone with him. He'd make me suck it soft and slow or hard and fast. I learned to deep threat on that dildo. It was black and life like and 9 inches long. He loved making me choke and gag on it. He wanted me to fuck my ass with it but I told him I wasn't ready. He wasn't happy but accepted it. After months of talking he gave me an ultimatum: meet him and give myself to him completely, including my ass or he'd never speak to me again. After agonizing over it for a few days, I decided to go through with it.
He invited me to his house. He was exactly as he described. White. Taller than me...about 6'3. All muscle. So much more man than me. That was obvious. He let me in and told me to strip. I did. When I got down to the pink lacy thong I was wearing he told me to stop and leave it on. He told me to kneel in front of him. He told me not to speak unless spoken to. My heart was racing. I couldn't believe I was actually doing it. But the look of him. The smell of him. His tone. His power. I couldn't resist. My pathetic cock was pushing against the soft fabric of my thong.
He was wearing a skin tight black t shirt and jeans. His muscles clearly showing through the shirt. My eyes were down. I was terrified. He just looked at me. After a few minutes or maybe longer, he told me to look up at him. I could barely meet his gaze. He was so intimidating. As soon as my eyes met his, he slapped me. Hard. I yelped but stayed where I was. He told me to look at him again and slapped the other cheek. Over and over again until my eyes were tearing up.
He told me to look up at him again and his eyes burned into mine. He asked me what I wanted. I didn't say anything so he slapped me again. He asked again and I said I wanted to please him. He asked why. I said because I'm a faggot. He slapped me and said say it louder. I yelled I'm a faggot. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out a half hard, beautiful, thick, veiny cock. Circumcised. Big head. Big heavy looking shaved balls. He told me to smell it. I breathed in deep. He moved forward and pressed his cock against my face. He told me not to move and keep my faggot mouth shut. He rubbed his cock all over my face. It got harder and bigger and thicker and longer till it was bigger than my dildo.
He backed up and looked at me. He said suck it. It was finally happening. My mind was in a haze. I leaned forward and opened my mouth. He just stood there. He didn't move. I had to open my mouth much wider than with my dildo. I took the head in my mouth. The skin was velvety soft. The taste. No words can describe the taste. I took it in. My tongue under the shaft. I took as much as I could till it was pressing into my throat and I backed off, a long string of saliva from my lip to his cock. I took it back into my mouth wanting so bad to please him. Wanting so bad to take it all. I sucked it back and forth, in and out. Getting it wet. Trying to take it draper each time. Without warning he put his hands on the back of my head and he shoved his big cock balls deep down my throat and held me there. I couldn't breathe. I was gagging so hard. His massive girth stretching my throat. Tears streaming down my face but he held me there. Spit leaking out the corners of my mouth. I thought I was gonna pass out and he let me off. I leaned back on my knees, struggling to catch my breath. Long thick ropes of spit from my my mouth, my faggot mouth to his now dripping wet cock. Without being told I went back on his cock. Madly sucking it. My saliva lubricating his cock and my throat and I took it deeper and deeper till I took it to the hilt on my own. In and out. All the way down. Still gagging but not wanting to stop. Drooling all over myself.
Finally he pushed me away. He was breathing heavy. I sat there on my knees, my saliva all over my mouth and chin and chest, even soaking through my panties. He said he wasn't ready to cum yet. He said he wanted my ass. Before that day, nothing had been in my ass. Not my finger. Not my dildo. Nothing. I was scared but I knew I couldn't stop now. I knew he wanted to fuck my virgin faggot ass and I was terrified. But I wanted it.
