There had been a few responses to my ad before D's, but there was something about each -- something impersonal and a bit too eager -- that had made me wary about responding to any of them.
And then came D's reply. There was something trustworthy in his tone. Patient. Not trying to rush things, but from the start, determined to be sure that I was myself comfortable following through with what I had proposed.
What I had proposed was the culmination of 23 years nurturing the idea that, one day, I would give head to a man. I had often imagined -- usually while masturbating -- being naked with a man, feeling his erection, going down on him, sucking him completely off. I wanted to know what it's like swallowing a man's semen, warm and fresh from his balls. Through the years, watching many women perform the act on me, I had begun wanting to experience the same delight they did, in the exact same way. But, for so long, it was no more than an secretly treasured fantasy.
That is, until D's note arrived.
He seemed really to care about the enormity of my decision, and determined to set my mind at ease that I had indeed made a good one, and would certainly enjoy the delights of eating cock. Through his words, I could sense that he was genuinely pleased and thrilled for me, for the new sensations I would discover. It was as though he were reliving his own original thrill of discovery, which, I gathered, has been many years -- and many blow jobs -- ago.
He was also the first truly literate one to respond to my ad, and I was turned on in no small measure by the fluency with which he expressed himself, and described the pleasures in store for me, should we two meet. In fact, as I soon learned, he was a middle school teacher, and I was no less thrilled by the prospect of experiencing a teacher in a way other than I knew from my youthful school years, but also that he would teach me a new subject -- one I had resolved to learn quickly... and even excel in!
I knew by the time I had finished his first note that D would be the one.
D wrote that there was no experience quite like tasting another man's cum, and that once I had done so, I would want to taste it again and again. Over the course of our correspondence, he described many aspects of cock sucking that only heightened my desire to enjoy it: how, for instance, I would feel his cock swell and tighten in my mouth in the instant just before release. How I would likely gag the first time cum penetrated my throat, but that this would lessen as I grew more adept at drinking human seed. And that there was absolutely nothing as pleasurable as when two men cum at the same time in each other's mouths.
After two or three impassioned exchanges, we decided on a night and a place to meet. When that day came, all day long my body and mind were afire with anticipation. I could hardly wait for my initiation!
At last, at seven o'clock that night, we met in the parking lot of a restaurant we both knew. D got into my car, and I drove us the couple of miles to my house. I admit some concern beforehand about how attractive my soon-to-be sex partner would be. In fact, he was more than I could have hoped for. In his letters, he had described himself as 5' 11", 175 pounds, with a swimmer's body. In real life, he was all of these -- and quite good looking, too! What's more, though I was a little nervous about meeting a stranger for the purpose of sexual intimacy, within moments, I felt very comfortable with D, and soon we were conversing easily.
At my house, we had a couple of beers and talked awhile -- first about general interests and experiences, but soon we spoke directly of what we had come together for. I remarked that I was extremely eager to experience this first oral encounter with him. To that, he said, "Well, then, shall we begin?" I said yes, and could feel my heart beat faster as I led him into the bedroom. Quickly, we removed our clothes. I realized I felt remarkably un-selfconscious standing naked in front of D.
