Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.
Author's Note:
This is based on a true story, with names and identifying details changed to protect the privacy of everyone involved. I'm writing this account in mostly chronological order, so this first chapter covers things that happened more than ten years ago. I've made an effort not to embellish or exaggerate, but the dialogue and explicit details in this chapter are only as accurate as my memory of the events. Unlike the chapters that will follow, I do not have video footage to fill in the gaps.
A Deep Throat Fantasy
There I was, lying on my back with another man's weight on my chest and face. The back of my head was pressed firmly against the floor, and all I could see were the plump balls right in front of my eyes. It turns out it's hard to breathe with a cock in your mouth and a pair of testicles sitting on your nostrils, but this was a moot point. Breathing was not an option. My throat was stuffed to the limit with a very hard and very thick penis...
How I came to be in this position is a long story. But first, let's talk about this moment. Years later, this scene is still so vivid in my memory that I feel compelled to write it down. It was sensory overload: my first taste of another man's penis; the smell of his testicles; the vulnerability of the position I was in. I was having conflicting emotions: dizzying arousal and a hint of fear.
To be honest, I hadn't thought the whole thing through. I'd suggested to David that we try sixty-nine because I really wanted to experience the act of deep-throating someone, but his penis was very hard and had a slight upward curve like mine does. I knew from experience that women had an easier time deep-throating me in sixty-nine.
What I didn't take into account was that in those previous situations I'd always either been lying on my side or it was woman-on-top. I didn't consider this important fact though, instead I awkwardly suggested that I be on bottom... and I did so for the silliest of reasons: I was self-conscious about my butthole being inches in front of the eyes of someone I had just met. How shy I was then is hilarious to me now, given some of the wild sexual experiences I've had since that night. But I digress.
So I laid down on the carpet, David kneeled over me, and without any further ado, he slid his cock right into my open mouth. He leaned forward, sucked me into his mouth too, and then just... relaxed... letting his weight come to rest on me.
The thick head of his penis pressed firmly against my throat, but the angle wasn't quite right so it hurt and wouldn't go in. I tilted my head back a little and the weight of his body did the rest. The head abruptly forced its way into my throat and kept going until the whole thing was buried in my mouth. It was intense and sudden. I gagged.
I don't know what I was thinking would happen next. I definitely wasn't expecting him to just lie there with his weight on my face and his penis fully down my throat. He wasn't even moving his hips. Maybe he was distracted by sucking on me? Maybe he'd never been in this position either and didn't know better? To this day I don't know if it was intentional. That night was a whirlwind and I never thought to ask.
So there I lay, pinned to the floor with a cock all the way down my throat, overwhelmed by new sensations. I was starting to feel the need for air. I tried to move my head enough to get him out of my throat, but it was no use. All I managed to do was make myself gag again. This didn't get his attention aside from a little groan, so I patted him on the butt to let him know I needed air. No reaction.
I tapped him a few times on the shoulder, then again more urgently as I gagged a third time. Finally he seemed to snap out of it. He lifted his hips... a little. He arched his butt up in the air a bit and went back to sucking. A few inches of his shaft slid out of my throat when he lifted up, but his weight was still on my chest, pinning me. And since he was quite long, his penis head was still lodged in my throat. It chose this moment to throb. I gagged yet again, harder this time.
At this point my lungs were starting to burn. I suppose if I had gotten really desperate I could have pushed him off me, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. Luckily, because he'd lifted his weight off my face a few inches, I was able (with some difficulty) to turn my head and slide it to the side a few inches before the back of my head bumped into his right thigh. It wasn't enough to get him out of my mouth, but the swollen glans popped out of my throat and I was finally able to breathe.
At this point I probably should have told him I was uncomfortable, but this was a moment I had dreamed about for years. I finally had the chance to deep-throat a real penis (a huge one!) and I really didn't want to break the spell. Plus, to my surprise I was finding myself a little turned on by the submissive position. The thought of him being in charge of not just *when* but *if* he pulled out of my throat... It was both exciting and scary.
So, instead of asking to change position, I just sucked on him that way while I caught my breath. Side note: I remember noticing at this point that if I sucked particularly hard, the head of his penis would flare up and a little precome would ooze out into my mouth. It's the delicious little details that stick with you sometimes...
Finally I asked him, still with a mouth full of cock, to lift up a little more. What came out sounded more like "mwaflagha uh mah mow" but he got the hint and lifted up enough that I could move my head back into position. Once again his penis pressed against the entrance to my throat. I grabbed his butt with both hands and pulled gently to encourage him, and once again he sank his full length into my throat... a bit too quickly. He was so thick and so hard it hurt.
Aside: For those who are curious, David was about 8.5" long the way I measure (to the pubic bone) and about 2" thick, or 6.25" around. And no, I'm not guessing about those dimensions. He sent proof pics before we met for our threesome. Yes this was a threesome! I'll talk about Jen later. For now this is... All. About. Cock.
Speaking of his cock, the shaft had a consistent thickness from top to bottom, with a large head, and as I said he was very hard. (So was I, by the way. It turns out that a penis in my mouth gets me instantly, astoundingly hard, like viagra on steroids)
So, his cock was like steel, and because of his girth and large glans, every time he entered my throat there was an audible "gluck" noise. My throat was quite sore and hoarse the next day. Ah memories...
Anyway, he still wasn't moving as much as I wanted (and needed, for breathing) so I took matters into my own hands, literally. I attempted to control the motion of his hips with my hands, and he caught on quickly.
I tried long slow strokes, letting the head pop in and out of my throat so I could take a quick breath between thrusts. It didn't go so well. I gagged almost every time he hit my uvula, and I had to take breaks to regain my composure.
So instead I took him all the way and tried short three inch strokes, balls deep, to see how long I could handle him fucking my throat before I gagged or needed air. This worked better. It felt like I could do this for a long time, maybe 20-30 seconds, and about that many strokes, which surprised me given my lack of experience.
Maybe it shouldn't have surprised me. I think *really wanting something* makes it a lot easier, and for some reason the short deep strokes made me gag less often. My theory is that your uvula reacts to impact, not constant pressure, and with his penis staying in my throat, the shaft was keeping my uvula pressed firmly to the roof of my mouth.
In any case, I could tell he really liked it. Whether it was the faster pace or the feeling of bottoming out with each stroke, balls deep, it did the trick. He started moaning loudly while sucking on me, and his balls tightened up against the base of his penis. He was into it, and boy did I love the feedback.
I kept this up for a while. Sometimes I just let him rest his body weight on me, with his cock fully sheathed in my throat, for as long as I could hold my breath... or until I gagged. I usually tapped out within 30 seconds, but one time in particular I managed to control the reflex until I almost ran out of air... long enough that Jen got worried and asked me if I was ok.
