Life Begins at 30!

"That's it, boy," he said, as he ran his fingers through my hair and twisted it firmly in his right hand. "Can you take all of it in your mouth?" he asked, applying pressure as his shaft disappeared down my hungry mouth.

It was shortly after 4pm on a drizzly Thursday in late March and I was exciting the carpark at work. I liked a 4pm finish, as it usually meant I could beat the traffic and get home a little bit quicker. Today, however, my destination was a little different. Opening the app on my phone, I double-checked the address before punching into my sat-nav. It was only seven minutes away, and feeling slightly more nervous than before, I left the carpark.

The traffic was light, and I arrived at my destination quicker than expected. After navigating the slightly peculiar one-way system, I pulled up about hundred yards down the road from the house. Gathering myself for a few seconds, I got out the car. It was raining a little heavier now and I chucked a hoody over my head and walked up the road towards number fifty-one. All the houses on this road were different, with a plethora of different front doors and windows. Fifty-one was set back from the others slightly, and had a small front garden mainly occupied by thick hedgerow.

Pushing past the hedgerow, I stood in front of the door for a few seconds. Did I really want to do this, I thought, before taking a deep breath and pressing the doorbell on my right. It was a silent doorbell, likely notifying the owner through an app on his phone that there was someone outside. I think he must have been waiting for me, as it didn't take him long to answer the door.

He ushered me inside, and I kept my eyes down to the ground at first, not wanting to catch his eye.

"Shoes off," he instructed, before I followed him up the steep set of stairs and into a bedroom off the right. The curtains were closed, and the light in the room was poor. The bed occupied most of the room and there were a few items tossed on the floor. He put his phone on the side before sliding off his t-shirt and joggers to reveal a pair of thick cotton briefs.

I slipped off my hoody and dropped it onto the floor next to the chest of drawers. I was just lifting my t-shirt when I felt a hand on my midriff.

"Who said you could take your clothes off, boy?" he said, and I looked back at him for the first time.

"Sorry, Sir," I said, releasing my grip of the polo and letting it fall back into place.

The guy I was visiting that day was a softly spoken Canadian guy, named Ben, in his early thirties. Whilst his tone wasn't harsh, it was firm and left you in no doubt who was in charge. Ben was a little overweight, and admitted as much in his profile, but he was a good-looking guy with strong thick legs that certainly excited me. Being totally honest, it was what he had between his legs that really got me going.

"Hands up," he said, and as I raised my arms he slid the polo up my torso and over my head, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. As he brought his arms back down, he ran his fingers over my chest and squeezed my nipples tightly. Once he had given my upper body a once over, he found my belt and quick as a flash he had my jeans around my ankles.

"Kick off your pants, boy," he said, in his Canadian drawl. I knew he meant jeans so I slipped them off and awaited further instruction.

I realised in that moment that there were subtle differences between us that made it clear who was superior. He was sitting for starters and had the position of power whilst I stood awkwardly in front of him. Secondly we both wore just briefs, but there were differences there too. His were black, thick and manly and his cock bulged in his. Mine were tight, at least a size too small and white. I was equally as excited but my bulge was far less impressive.

He squeezed and fondled my cock through the pants and I saw him smirk as he did. When he was satisfied, he slipped his fingers into the waistband and removed the last of my dignity. Like my jeans, I stepped free of the material and stood naked in front of him.

"I can see why you suck dick," he said, almost grinning with surprise and how pathetic my erect cock was. At just under five inches hard, I knew I was pretty small.

Taking hold of my tiny knob, he led me around the bed to the end and when we reached there, instructed me to kneel on the carpet. I did as I was told, whilst he returned to the bed and lay down in the middle. He spread his legs wide, and I was at the perfect eye level for his crotch. I couldn't help but stare at his legs and pants as I waited for my next instruction. I didn't have to wait long as he looked down at me.

"On the bed, boy," he said, tapping the duvet as if he was talking to a naughty puppy. Obediently, I clambered up onto the bed and knelt at the end between his feet.

"Start with thighs. Worship them, boy!" he instructed.

I lowered my head and hungrily kissed and revered into the opportunity I was given. Lost in the meaty goodness of his upper thighs, I closed my eyes and planted little kiss after little kiss on every inch I could get to.

"Taste my cock through my briefs, boy," he said, and I let my lips fall around his cock through the cotton. Sucking eagerly on the material, I was like a rabid dog after a bone.

"Do you like Sir's cock?" he said, looking down at me and running his fingers through my hair.

"Yes, Sir," I said.

"Would you like to take my briefs off, boy?" he asked, and I nodded. "Say please, boy," he said, tugging my hair slightly.

"Please, Sir," I said.

"Take them off. Nice and slow, boy," he said, releasing his grip and letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

Obediently, I worked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly slid the material down, freeing his erect cock. I continued to slide them down until I pulled them off completely. Free of its cotton confines, his cock looked every more magnificent. Circumcised, with a thick mushroom shaped head, it stood at a steady seven or possibly eight inches long, with a sizeable girth. Definitely bigger than the first one I had in my mouth, I thought, as I lent down for a closer look.

"Worship my balls, boy. You've not earned my cock yet," he said, as I lowered my head with my tongue outstretched. He slid down the bed slightly, pushing his balls forward and I hungrily ran my tongue against the sack. I was met with the salty taste of sweat, which surprisingly served more as an aphrodisiac than anything else. I continued to move my tongue around his balls, occasionally sucking on a ball for a moment or two.

After a couple of minutes of worship, I felt his fingers through my hair again and I glanced up to see him looking down at me. He smiled when our eyes met, and I couldn't help but smile too.

"You enjoying this, boy?" he asked and I nodded. "Ready for my cock in your mouth?" he continued.

"Yes, Sir," I said, looking up at the shaft again and feeling my cock stiffen even more between my legs.

"Suck my cock, boy!" he ordered, and I didn't need asking twice. I pounced on his cock and sucked hard and hungrily, like a boy who hadn't eaten for weeks. I told him my 'enthusiasm would make up for my lack of experience' and I knew I had to live up to that.

Trying to copy what I had seen on countless videos; I took as much of his shaft in each time and tried to wank him at the same rhythm. It was harder than it looked so I let my hands fall away and focussed on just my mouth.

"That's it, boy," he said, as he ran his fingers through my hair and twisted it firmly in his right hand. "Can you take all of it in your mouth?" he asked, applying pressure as his shaft disappeared down my hungry mouth.

"Y-y-yes, Sir," I mumbled, my lips still locked around his manhood.

"Don't worry about gagging. I want to see my cock disappear down your throat," he said, applying more pressure on my head.

I took as much as I could and despite several gags, I managed to take the whole thing in my mouth. He released his grip and let his hands fall to the side, allowing me to suck at my own pace. Appreciating a bit of freedom, I began to bob up and down more freely on his cock and suck hard. This had the desired effect as he let out a slow and deep moan that spurred me on even further.

For the next few minutes I swapped between sucking his cock and worshipping his balls, following each command immediately.

"Such a good cocksucker," he said, as I deep-throated his cock and held my mouth down, enjoying the feeling of it in on my throat. "Ready for my cum, boy," he said.

"Yes, Sir," I said, sliding up off the shaft and catching my breath.

He reached forward and began to pump his own cock, moaning as he did it. I licked his balls as he did, knowing that he can't be too far from climaxing.

"When I say now, you will fasten your slutty mouth on my cock and swallow every drop. Understood, boy?" he instructed.

"Yes Sir," I replied.

"Now," he said, a few seconds later, and he released his shaft and let me take it all into my throat. I felt the first spurt of this new salty substance hit the back of my throat and I just sucked on the shaft and waited for more. More came, and more after that and I let it slide down my throat. When I felt him begin to soften in my mouth, I let my lips slide back up the shaft, cleaning any remaining cum.

He lay back on the bed, his load well and truly spent. I knelt at the bottom of the bed, watching his cock soften awaiting further instruction.

"Get dressed and go, boy," he said, not looking down at me. I thought this would upset me but I knew my purpose was to suck his cock and I'd done just that. We weren't friends, I was just the naughty cocksucker who worshiped real men. When I was changed, I noticed he had pulled on his joggers and followed me down the stairs to the front door. I put my shoes on and I turned to look at him as I left.

"See you again, boy," he said, with a smirk.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," I replied politely, before leaving the house.

A fantasy I had carried with me for the best part of fifteen years had finally become a reality. I was kicking myself inside that I'd waited this long to accept who I really was. From my first kiss in my second year at university, to the seed I had just swallowed this afternoon, I'd always known my place was on my knees. As I crossed the road and headed back to the car, I felt a huge sense of pride and accomplishment that I had finally done what I'd often set out to achieve and always chickened out.