I wanted to taste his cock. There, I said it. I wanted to slob his knob, eat his meat, slurp the gherkin, whatever my twisted mind could call it, I wanted to do it, to Him. The first time I saw his cock at full mast, I was terrified. Horny, but nervous. It was the largest thing I had ever seen in the light. I know, I know, but really, trust me when I say, names have been omitted to preserve the privacy of the tragically small dicked. I must have dated them all. I recently measured His cock at the peak of an erection. Eight and a half glorious inches. All MINE!! I was shocked at myself! I could see myself choking on it every time I closed my eyes. Who knew!?
I gathered the courage to share my desires with Him. He told me he would LOVE for me to do whatever I wanted to his body. He would be only too happy to let me learn to suck his dick. And so, one night, in the heat of passion, outside the bar where I worked, I made my first attempt. The cab of his truck seemed a "naughty" choice for my first blow job. He responded with a surprised smile, and a laugh of encouragement when I lowered my head into His lap, and clumsily took his half-hard cock in my mouth. It was new and different. I had no idea what to do next. I felt the texture against my lips and tongue, savoring his musky maleness. I watched his reaction to different things I tried, and continued if his response seemed positive. Just as he gently offered a suggestion, the bar manager approached the truck, and offered a few suggestions of his own. I decided to look at the situation as a learning experience, instead of an audience. Finally, after employing most of the advice, I had Him fully erect. Surprised by how horny it made me to do this in front of my boss, I got carried away. I drove my head onto his turgid member, and promptly gagged loudly. We both laughed, the bar manager laughed, he followed us home, but that is another story.
