What is it like to suck a cock? It is not very feminine to suck cock. I am a very fit and masculine male. And all my partners, totaling 9 so far in my cock sucking journey, were all cute twinks or mature but soft-spoken men.
There was one thing common I found in all the partners except for the first one. It was that once I gave them the taste of it, the heat of my mouth, the quick, easy sessions without even speaking a word. They quickly get addicted to it.
The first boy was different. He was the one who made sure I got the taste of it. Not the taste of the dick, literally. It’s the feeling. The first two times, he literally forced his cock into my mouth. From the third time onward, I went begging him for it.
After him, I groomed the office boy in my office. Then there was a random watchman boy from Haryana. They all let me suck for a bit of cash. That’s when I met Thiru thru a friend.
During a drinking party on the beach, I sucked his cock for the first time. The second time took a while because of his guilt. He was newly wed.
But then my mouth and my no talks before or after that kind of made it easy for him, I guess. As we had regular meets in Oyo rooms. I would check in, switch lights off, and then he would come. I loved to suck him in the dim light on his formal dress.
It was close to 3 years. I had gotten so used to dick that I let him cum in my mouth entirely. He was a very soft guy. But he started making progress by holding my facing and kissing en all. I was so happy to have a steady cock to suck until I got a message from his wife.
Sunita is his wife, and she used to work with us until recently after her second kid. I am a doctor, so I used to visit them occasionally. So I was not surprised when I got a message from Sunita asking to come home.
When I went home after the initial greetings, I noticed she was a little agitated. She was otherwise a very calm and beautiful young lady. So I could easily notice the difference. I asked her politely, “What’s wrong?”
She asked me if she could be frank with me, and I said, “Yes.” She started crying. She told me that she read messages on his phone. They were from me telling him which room like three times in the same month. Exactly those were the days he had told her that he was stuck in the office.
I didn’t say a word. I was just angry that he didn’t delete the emails and chats. My nervousness and guilt were reeking out. She looked at me and, with crying eyes, asked me, “Are you both having sex?”
I was shocked. I didn’t have any route to answer this question. This is something that should have never come out. Here I am, sitting in front of a cute girl who, otherwise, I’ll be hitting on, is asking me whether I am gay.
Then she asked again, “Are you gay?”
Before I could answer, she spoke again, “That’s none of my business. Tell me, is he gay?”
I immediately said, “No.”
“What do you mean no, you are not gay, or he is not.”
“Neither, see, we both like girls.”
“Bullshit, tell me directly do you fuck him,” sobbingly.
I got irritated and told her, “I suck his cock, ok.”
Her crying stopped, and she looked at me for a minute. And asked me again, “What?”
“I like to suck his cock, ok? I don’t like anything else about him. We don’t kiss. We hug. I don’t fuck him. He comes and stands. I get on my knees and suck his damm cock”
“Ok?”
She said, “Do you let him cum in your mouth?”
I was shocked at the question and slowly nodded yes
She laughed and said, “Slut.”
I laughed and started narrating how I developed a taste for cock.
It was an afternoon in a bar. As we were joking about things, I asked him to pass the beer. He unusually said no with a naughty undertone. I went straight for his pants and held the little surprised penis.
I pressed it under the table and asked him in a stricter romantic voice, “Please pass the beer or else…..”
He went on a pleasure trip and said no in a husky voice. Giving me a signal to press more. She was on the edge of her seat. She paused me occasionally to ask whether he was already turned on before I held his cock etc.
I continued the story of how I ended up sucking his cock in the bathroom. Took another two weeks for me to push into another bathroom. Slowly he got so used to my sucking that he needed it thrice a week.
I could see she was turned on. To my surprise, she asked me to stand up. I stood up with an erect dick. She started at it for a second, then started fondling my cock. Then asked me.
“What do you like about his cock?”
“That it’s cut and clean,” I said.
“Clean as in no pre cum?”
“Yes,” I said.
“What else do you like?”
“When I take the dick out of his shorts (her fondling of my cock becomes strong now), I like the smell.”
“Is he your only partner? From when do you suck cock?”
“I was forced to suck by a younger boy.”
“Then developed a taste for it and started sucking my husband?”
“No, the minute I saw his face for the first time, my knee went weak. I had already seen his cock multiple times. Even now, I masturbate to your husband’s cock only.”
The stroking of my cock grows harder, indicating she is horny whenever I say cock sucking and husband at the same time.
To be continued. [email protected].