I was sucking Cal's cock when it happened.
Cal is my friend, mentor and now lover. He's taught me many things. He encouraged me explore parts of my sexuality I wasn't aware of.
I find him irresistibly sexy in every way. Cal is more than a decade older than I am. He's powerfully built and very masculine. He's moderately hairy and this contrasts with my relative smoothness. I'm taller and our cocks are of similar size, although Cal is much thicker.
We were together in person for the first time in his high rise apartment after more than a year of correspondence and phone calls.
I was naked on my knees. Cal was standing with his pants around his ankles and still wearing his shirt. I had one hand on his thigh and with the other I was caressing his testicles.
His penis was in my mouth... of course.
I was trying to do everything I had ever learned about blowjobs. I licked his fat cock, and french kissed the head of him while gently tonguing his slit.
I wanted to express my affection, respect, and gratitude in a loving and eager manner through this act of submission.
The more I sucked, the more I wanted to suck. I was wanton, hungry for Cal's sex. I slobbered over his dick and rubbed his hardness all over my face. I pushed deeper onto his pole, discovering a delightful twinge of pleasure as he slid farther down my throat.
Silly me, I had assumed that oral sex was was only for the receiver.
I gave myself over to the naughtiness, the 'gayness' of the act.
Cal sensed the change. He began to encourage me by speaking in his whispery low sexy voice.
"Oh baby," he said. "You are a sweet cocksucker. You're making love to my cock."
I looked up at him. Cal was smiling disarmingly. He reached down and ran his hand through my hair and cupped the back of my head. He pulled me to him gently forcing his rod even deeper.
This scared me at first, but I made myself relax.
"Look at me." Cal said.
I opened my eyes and looked up. Cal was smiling.
He pulled my head toward him again, and again he filled gullet. This time, he held me there.
I panicked, pushed back to take a breath. Panting, I looked up at him again. Cal's expression was mischievous.
"You're my cocksucker," he said, emphasizing 'my'.
We had spoken often about that word. Cal insisted that there's nothing insulting or demeaning about it . It's a statement of fact. A reality that I should revel in, a compliment.
I was complimented. I was a cocksucker now. Happy to be a cocksucker for him. Proud to be his cocksucker.
Cal pulled back and coaxed me to my feet. My mouth was wet with spittle and precum. He licked my lips, and ran his tongue over my face. He took my head in both of his hands and kissed me deeply. Cal possessed my mouth with his thrusting tongue. I yielded to this intrusion, embracing it. Sucking on his tongue as I had sucked his penis.
Cal told me that I "taste like cock," and that he found that "very, very, nice."
Cal kicked his pants away, but left his shirt on. He took a couple steps to the island that separated the living room from the kitchen where we had left our drinks. He poured us both a couple more fingers of single malt. I joined him as we leaned there and sipped the whiskey.
Cal said, "I told you I could be stern at times. This only works for me if I know I have your consent," he added. "I will never hurt you. I want you to trust me. This kind of thing is not uncommon among gay men."
"Yes," I said. "We have spoken of this at length."
Cal continued: "I'm dominant, and you are submissive. If you trust me, I can take you places you've never imagined."
Cal ran a big hand down my back. He cupped my ass possessively and continued, "So... you agree? You will submit to me? You will let me guide you?"
Cal loved to talk, and I loved to play along. He could be serious or silly. Before this evening, talk was all we had. Being here with him, in his home, was strange and yet familiar. I was determined to go through with this. I had promised him I would. I was nervous, but I did trust him.
Cal pulled me closer. His hands roamed my body, gently petting my ass and softly pinching my nipples. He nibbled my neck and slowly thrust his hard cock against mine. The hand he had placed on my ass probed into the cleft. He touched my pucker.
"There's no going back from this," Cal said suddenly, very seriously and intently. "I want you to be very sure you're ready to accept what is going to happen."
My voice was husky and quavery when I replied, "I have come a long way to be here with you. I have masturbated every day for a year dreaming of this night. I have sucked your cock. I am naked in your arms."
Cal gathered both of our erections and held them together in his strong hands. He smiled, and we kissed deeply again.
He released our cocks then took me by the hand and said,
"Come with me boy."
It was dreamy and surreal as he led me down the hall to the open door at the end. His bedroom looked a bit like a film set. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room. It was lit from above by a half dozen miniature spot lights turned very low. They seemed not so much lit, as glowing softly. There were pillows on the bed but no covers. A dove gray fitted sheet stretched over the mattress which rested on a dark recessed pedestal. It seemed to float above the floor.
"Here is your love bed. Lay on your side in the center," Cal directed.
I did as he asked, on my right side with my head propped on my hand. Cal moved about in shadows, just out of the throw of the lights.
"Perfect," Cal purred. "Let me look at you."
