I was face to face with the first erect cock I'd ever seen, and was in awe. The head was sort of heart shaped and purpleish, the shaft more red tinged with veins standing out on it like Mr. America's arms. My deep intake of breath rewarded me with a scent of his manhood-so different than a woman's crotch and SO mysterious and exciting. My misgivings disappeared in that scent, and I gently pushed his dick up flat against him and ran my tongue from his balls to the base of the head and back down. I may not have done this before but I've gotten alot of good head and drew on that experience to work on Aron's shaft. I worked my tongue around the head, starting at the bottom and circling up to the tip, where I got my first taste of cum; I was getting to him and the eye of his prick was weeping openly. Salty, a smell vaguely like bleach, it wasn't bad at all and I found myself looking forward to him shooting in my mouth...I was eager for it in fact. I opened my mouth wide, and covering my top teeth with my lips, my bottom teeth with my tongue, I took the entire plum into my mouth, earning me a sigh from Aron. Marveling at the softness of something that was still so hard, I popped the head in and out of my mouth, amused by the sound it made each time. Aron obviously enjoyed this as I felt his cock swell fractionally larger, and he moved for the first time since standing in front of me. His hands slid behind my head and gently but firmly began pulling me into his groin, more and more cock sliding into my mouth each time. I hit a point where I felt my gag reflex kicking in, and I hastily wrapped my hand around his shaft, so only as much cock as I could take without throwing up would go down my throat till my hand hit my lips and stopped the thrust. We stayed like this for a while, Aron gently fucking my mouth, holding my head, me loving the feeling of being used.
Aron stopped, suggested we move to the couch so I could 'get a better angle', and I told him sure. I hadn’t expected him to strip before lying down, but figured I should too and took my clothes off as well. Aron murmured "Nice cock" and motioned for me to get above him in the '69' position and I did, going down on him again, admitting to myself that this angle made sucking him easier, and the blowjob he started giving made me decide this was a VERY good idea! I was straddling his head, and this spread my asscheeks somewhat, and I felt a fingertip beginning to rub in circles on my slightly opened hole. Aron had gotten some lube on his finger, and was spreading it generously on my hole, increasing the pressure until the tip pushed in, then waiting for my reaction. WOW, it felt good, and I reflexively gulped a huge gasp of air, forgetting the cock in my mouth, so I took him much deeper and with much more force than I'd been able to manage earlier. I guess I was so focused on that finger that I forgot to gag, and Aron was obviously reassured by this response, as soon the finger was fully inside me, stretching and exploring, then withdrawn, more lube and a second finger joined it.
I was alternating between focusing on the feelings my ass was experiencing and returning my attention to that beautiful cock. I gave him ferocious head as a way to thank him for being considerate enough to use ample lube and take almost all the pain out of my first anal intrusion. I had convinced myself that I was ready to give myself to this man, let him bury himself fully inside my ass and use me for his pleasure. I had come here with the idea of simply blowing him, and he'd deftly convinced me I had to give him my ass cherry or regret it forever. This conclusion came just in time, as Aron told me in husky voice to get up. He pulled the couch out, told me to fold myself over the back of it- my face down where you'd normally sit, my ass poked out over the back of the couch, my legs angled back, tip toes barely touching the floor. He explained this was the best angle for me to take my first cock, and would cause me the least pain, and since he was right the last time about angles I believed him. He was behind me and between my legs, alternately slathering his cock with lube and slicking my ass, as I realized there was almost no easy way to get up out of this position. With minimal pressure on my back, Aron could easily keep me in this position as long as he wanted.
I realized my size meant nothing, and I was completely at his mercy. I surppressed a shudder-he'd been so understanding earlier, I was sure my powerlessness was just a by product of getting the perfect angle- certainly he didn't have any other reason for this position. All this raced through my mind as I felt my rectum kissing the very tip of his throbbing prick, and the hand not guiding his cock to my asshole came down to rest gently but firmly on the small of my back... (To be Cont.)
