I used to wonder what it would be like to be on the other end of a blowjob. After all, I loved getting my dick sucked. Did I have what it takes to let a man feed me cock? Would I allow myself to serve another man's pleasure? Was I just trying to degrade myself, or was this something I really wanted?
The girls in the porn I watched certainly seemed to enjoy themselves (most of the time anyway). I never imagined I would take physical pleasure in sucking dick. So why couldn't I stop thinking about it?
It was the "taboo" of the act that interested me at first. Secretly doing something sexually that none of my guy friends had done, but almost all of my girlfriends had done, thrilled me.
The internet gave me a medium to make those desires a reality with near total anonymity. I simply had to post an add on the local mfm section of an online classifieds page along with a description of what exactly I was interested in. Then, I just sat back and "picked a winner".
There I was... a young, "straight", normal, white kid exploring everything that made my dick hard. I had met up with my first willing partner in the most ridiculous way imaginable (see The Hunger is Born PT. 4). Unable to let it rest, I found the internet and hooked up with an anonymous monster of a cock for a session in a garage. I decided to push the age gap for my 3rd cock and found an aggressive experienced senior with serious twisted Mr. Rogers vibes.
I liked sucking cocks. No, I loved it. Absolutely nothing turned me on as much as the chance to get some dick, or more accurately, some stranger's dick. I knew I would be chasing stranger dicks for the rest of my life. That thought alone made precum start to dribble in my pants. Even just imagining giving head gave me pleasure.
Before I became a cocksucker, I had never given a thought to black cock. It just wasn't something that would have crossed my mind. Once I finally gave in to my desire, I knew I wanted to try them all. Black cock lived in my head rent free.
I sat at work one day, and I decided to post a classified. I was a young white guy looking to explore with a black man. It took no time before my inbox was filled with replies and pictures of big, swollen, black dicks.
One reply stood out from the rest. He lived on the other side of my city and he could host. But, that's not why he stood out. He asked questions.
"Why did I want to hook up with a black man?", he asked.
I had to think about it. There were a few reasons that leaped to mind. I responded honestly.
"I'm really interested in the stark contrast of skin color. I want to see my pale white hand around a dark cock. I want to know that skin intimately."
He agreed and found the idea of the clashing skin tones a big turn on. He had never been with a white man or woman either. He invited me over to his place that night to meet.
I felt absolutely electric!
I drove to his place just south of downtown that night and parked out front on the street. It was a warm autumn night, and the sun had set early. I took a deep breath, and walked up to his door.
I knocked twice, and was greeted by James "the poet" with a sly grin. James was average height and kind of "stocky" build. His hair was shorter and styled in waves. His skin was the color of coffee with a splash of cream.
"Come on in," he said. I followed him into the kitchen of his small house before walking right out the back door onto a small patio. The patio was fenced on two sides providing some ground floor privacy. The neighbors' upper windows had a good view of his patio though.
He explained that he had a dog inside that would be all over "the new guy", and asked if I mined sitting outside for a bit. The night was alive with the sounds of the city.
He took a seat with his back to the fence, and I sat across from him, our knees almost touching. We engaged in some idle small talk. "Did you find the place alright," and "do I have a lot of experience hooking up online?" type of stuff.
"Do you have a problem with blowing me right here on the porch", he asked?
The porch lights were off and it was pretty dark, so...
"No, I like that idea."
"Well, come over here on your knees then," he asked/ordered.
He slid out of his shorts and spread his legs. His dick was dark and difficult to see well in the dim light. I took him into my hand to feel my way down, and then I just opened my mouth and took him inside.
At that point in my life, I wasn't really sure what my default style of blowjob was. I hadn't learned to read my partners' reactions yet, and we hadn't really talked about what kind of head he wanted.
I took his cock in slowly. I allowed my tongue to explore and lightly feel the completeness of his cock. It was quite hard and pretty veiny. His pubes were trimmed closely, and his balls were huge and full. They hung very low in his dark sack. I cupped them with my off hand, while I guided myself around his 7" cock with the other hand.
I gently sealed my lips around his shaft and slowly worked up and down the length, focusing on the sensations of his veins dragging across my soft wet lips. I kissed the head, sensually like a deep wet French kiss between young lovers.
He smelled faintly of baby powder, fresh from a shower. I supported myself between his legs, his knees under my armpits, so I could use both hands in concert with my mouth.
I caressed his firm bare thighs running my fingers from his knees to his groin. He squirmed a little and his cock pulsated in my mouth.
He leaned back into the fence moaning lightly with pleasure, his eyes closed, totally into the moment. I felt his balls slowly pulling up against his body as his sack seemed to shrink.
"Any of my neighbors can see us if they look out their windows" he said almost whispering.
I snapped back to reality after delivering 10 minutes of blowjob that could only be described with words like loving, sensual, romantic, and worship.
Suddenly aware of my surroundings, I fished my own cock out of my shorts. It was swollen and had already made a mess of my boxer briefs.
"Good. Stroke your cock while you suck mine," James said. I continued lovingly bathing the length of his cock with my tongue as he ran his fingers through my hair.
"Time to swallow..."
Simultaneously, he began pumping volley after volley of cum while I made love with my mouth, and I began shooting my own cum onto the ground.
I switched hands and pulled the last of his cum from his spent cock, abandoning my own cock. My sperm covered hand mixing our cum together as I stroked his cock and cleaned him until he was soft.
"Fuck. We will need to do that again really soon," he said with a giggle.
He checked me over before I left and found some cum on my shirt.
"You had better clean that off before you get home," he said.
I lifted the shirt to my mouth and sucked up the little spurt.
