Education Of A Cocksucker

Disclaimer: There's an element of consensual/nonconsent in the background of this story. It's not featured, which is why it's not in the tags. The intent is merely to add some extra seasoning. But if it might bother you, at least you were forewarned. Enjoy... I did.

DWM 55 y/o, 6' 160 lbs, clean, requires same. No strings BJ, no reciprocation required.

Placing the ad was the culmination of years of fantasy and weeks of agonizing. I was fresh out of a divorce from a loveless marriage. The only sexual activity I'd had in over a year was masturbating to internet porn. It wasn't long after the birth of the internet that my porn consumption rapidly focused in on cock sucking, specifically, women sucking cock. My preference wasn't for lack of exposure to gay sites; it simply did nothing for me - even turned me off - to see a man sucking a cock. Only after my marital sex dried up was that wall broken.

Captioned pictures were my downfall, especially Elsa Walker caps. Who knows, maybe I would have fallen either way, but gazing into the eyes of beautiful woman and imagining that they were speaking those captions to me, that was my kryptonite. It made me realize that I wanted to be the one sucking. Once I admitted that to myself, I found that when I watched another guy do it, it was easier to put myself in his place. From there, my imagination placed me in progressively demeaning and humiliating scenes, and I was aroused by a surprising amount of it. Eventually I decided that I owed it to myself to find out if I could even suck a cock before I fell too far into my darker fantasies.

Which is how I now find myself on the porch of a mundane suburban home, about to suck off a man I haven't yet met in person. It's my first internet "dating" meet, and it's to suck cock. The surreal nature of all this is bizarre. I'm comforted in the knowledge that this man understands where I'm coming from and what I want out of this. We had taken the time to discuss what was important to each of us.

What was important to Chuck was that I was confident about what I wanted. Not because he gave a damn about me, but because he didn't want "another bitch who was going to back out at the last minute." He wanted service, delivered with a proper attitude and no complications. He didn't seem worried about being discovered, which surprised me, because he was married. I figured he was experienced enough to understand that the deference I displayed would ensure no problems for him.

What was important to me was that Chuck respected the concept of consent. I told him I was open to a wide range of things, as long as I retained the ability to say no at any time. Beyond that, my only requirement was that I be allowed to consume every drop of his cum. I could never understand all the wasted cum in those porn videos. If you want to cum on my face, fine; but you need to help me get it all scaped into my mouth so I can eat it. And if you are unsure of the angle or distance your cum is going to shoot, for God's sake get closer! There is simply no excuse for wasting cum.

I ring the bell and the man who opened the door said:

"You must be Martin."

"Yes, hi; and you must be Chuck."

"Come in, Martin. I'll need you to remove your clothes. You will be required to do this whenever you're in this house. All cocksuckers should perform naked."

So, this was a performance, I thought. I guess I can't quibble with that. And being into SPH, I secretly liked the idea of being naked in front of him. I wondered how long that secret was going to stay hidden. Chuck described himself on the phone, but physical stats don't always convey the important things. We were the same height. He was only 30 lbs heavier, which could have looked like my body plus a huge beer gut. But he had no belly. Instead, he was thicker everywhere: wrists, forearms, chest, neck. Our bodies personified the difference between a man and a boy. I felt inferior standing next to him -- just the way I dreamed it should be. Now that difference was made more apparent as I removed my clothes, revealing my embarrassingly small penis. I made no effort to hide it as I folded my clothes and placed them atop my shoes on the floor. Chuck seemed to just accept what he saw and continued:

"Listen, I understand about hard floors and old knees, but you're still gonna need to start by kneeling in front of me while I introduce you to my cock."

Now naked, I knelt down in front of him, keeping my eyes on his, searching his face for every nuance. He unfastened his jeans and pushed them to mid-thigh.

"Get your face in there and smell my package, Marty. That's the first step, just like dogs at the park. Thaat's right, you're going to become intimately familiar with my cock and balls. While you sniff, try to imagine how they're gonna taste, because this is the last time you're gonna smell them without already

knowing

how they taste."

His aroma wasn't fresh-out-of-the-shower, it was more manly; even a bit raunchy. Touching him was exciting, even if it was just my face against fabric. I inhaled appreciatively.

"Now take it out. But no touching, just look."

I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, freeing his meaty cock. It swayed in front of me. Semi-hard, it had to be pushing six inches. He told me it was 7 inches when fully hard, and I didn't doubt it. What he didn't mention was, it was a thick 7".

"Talk to me boy."

I had at least 20 years on him, and he's calling me boy. And I knew I was going to let him, because as soon as I heard that word, I felt something course through my little dick.

"It's beautiful, sir. Your cock is... gorgeous. So big! May I please suck it sir?"

"Show me you deserve it by licking my balls."

I began to lick his hairless nutsack, coating it with spit while sniffing the crevice where his sack met his thigh. Once my tongue was sliding easily across his large balls, he told me to suck them. I did what I liked done to me; I captured one in my mouth, closed my lips behind it and gave it a few downward tugs. I rolled it around in my mouth a bit, then moved to the other, taking longs licks as I moved back and forth between them.

"You do that well, boy. Now give my cock a kiss and we can get go get more comfortable for the rest of this."

My knees were a little sore, but no way would I have voluntarily paused things at this point. Nevertheless, I knew enough to follow instructions. I made the most of the kiss -- open mouthed on the head, sneaking a bit of tongue between my lips. He hiked up his pants and I followed him into the living room, where he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants and underwear. He took a seat on the couch and man-spread, giving me full access to his swollen manhood. He tossed a throw pillow on the floor beneath him and extended his arms along the back of the couch.

"Now, sir? Please?" I asked.

He nodded and I moved closer, acutely aware that my face was between a man's naked thighs for the first time in my life. I had dreamed of this moment for years, and now it was upon me. Would this really change me? Would it redefine who I was? I held it in my hand and felt the weight of it - so different than the thing between my legs. I've never felt the weight of my own penis. Awareness of my inferiority came rushing in as I took his cock into my mouth. As I started to suck his cock, Chuck spoke to me.

"That's it, Marty. Take it in your mouth like a good little cocksucker. Because that's what you are now -- a cocksucker. Congratulations. The rest of the world knows you as Martin. Only I know you as Marty the cocksucker. Only I know the

real

you. The person you've dreamed of being for so long. I know it's your first time sucking cock, so don't be too hard on yourself if you can't choke down my big slab on the first day. Throating a cock as big as mine right out of the gate - that only happens in stories. You'll have to work on it. If you don't already have one, buy yourself a dildo the size of my cock and practice with it. We'll get that throat trained soon enough. Now, tell me how it feels, Marty."

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, dragging with it two strands of saliva that hung off it as it swayed in front of my face. I looked up at him, wondering why he would take it away from me.

"I asked you a question, cocksucker. How does it feel?"

"It feels amazing, sir. The head is so soft and spongy, yet somehow, still firm. And the shaft is so fucking hard, it's magnificent!"

"No Marty, not my cock. I know how

that

feels. All my cocksuckers have told me how my cock feels in their mouth. Tell me how

you

feel, Marty. How it makes

you

feel when you suck it?"

"It makes me feel... excited. Nasty. Ashamed."

"Good. That's reeeal good, cocksucker. Now get back on it and do what you need to do."

"This is who you are now, Marty. You're a cocksucker. Embrace it. Keep it in your mouth and tell me who you are."

"Aahm uhh cksskrrr!"

"Good boy, yes you are! I knew you felt excited to suck my cock, Marty. I knew because of how stiff your little dick got when you did it. What I needed to know was

why

it got so hard. Now I know. It's because you know what you're doing is nasty. And because it's nasty, you feel ashamed for doing it. I like hearing you admit that, Marty."

I groaned on his cock and he released a sigh of satisfaction. His cock was exactly what I wanted. His words were unexpected, which increased their power over me. His cock was threatening to push into my throat, but his words were penetrating directly into my soul.

"Since we're sharing, I'll tell you how it makes

me

feel when you suck my cock. I feel excited, just like you. But in my case, it's because I feel powerful. Proud. What I'm doing isn't nasty, it's natural. Allowing a cocksucker to service my big cock. It makes me feel like a man. A

real

man. Real men get sucked off by nasty little cocksuckers like you. That's just the way of the world. How does

that

make you feel?"

"Oh God, sir. So much nastier, so much more ashamed! love this!"

I'd been slowly sliding his cock in and out of my mouth -- at least the first half of it. Now I bobbed faster, wanting the mouth-fuck to keep pace with the mind-fuck. Despite his previous counsel, I tried to force his cock into my throat, but only gagged.

"I like your enthusiasm, Marty. You're going to make a good cocksucker. We don't have to rush things; like I said, swallowing my cock will take training. I'm willing to be patient with my cocksucker. The question is, do

you

want to be my cocksucker, Marty? My very own, personal cocksucker?"

"Yes! Yes!" I answered between bobs.

"Heh heh, not so fast. You should know what that means before you agree to it."

His hand stroked my head while he explained it to me.

"You'll be on-call for me. Whenever you're not at your day job, you're to be at my disposal. You only live 10 minutes away, so anytime I'm home, you need to be here within 20 minutes of getting my text. You'll need to maintain discretion, so my wife doesn't suspect anything. You may meet her eventually, but I'll be calling you when I have the place to myself. You'll follow my direction and trust me implicitly. I will be responsible for choosing the time and place. You will be responsible for pleasing me, whenever and wherever I tell you to. How does that sound, cocksucker?"

"Good, sir. It sounds really good. I can do all that, I promise. I want that!"

"Good boy. Now start using your hand along with your mouth. It's time to work for it. That's right, let your lips touch your hand and follow it up and down. Use your other hand to cup my balls and roll them around. I've got a nice load of cum in there for you, you just have to coax it out."

I pulled off just long enough to remind him:

"You know I want it all, right? No waste."

"I know, and I'm going to make it easy on you. I cum a lot and I shoot hard, so when I'm ready, I'll pull out and leave you just the head. You close your throat and get the air out of your mouth to make room for my jizz. If you have to swallow some, that's fine for this time. Just try to save some to show me and play with. When you get used to it, I'll expect you to show me my entire load before you swallow."

He then held my head in his hands and started to slowly fuck my mouth. With each stroke, he pushed his fat cock to the back of my throat, then he withdrew. He didn't force me; he teased me. On each inward stroke, I was torn between fear that he would cram it down my throat, and desire that he would gently open me up and force me to throat him. I knew he was exercising tremendous restraint, because the pressure of his hands on the sides of my face kept increasing, like he was squeezing his dick with my mouth. Then he started to make growling, moaning noises and started stroking his shaft with his hand, leaving only the head in my mouth. This is it, I thought - he's going to give it to me!

"Ooooh, here it comes, boy! Get ready. I'm gonna shoot my cum into your cocksucking mouth! I'm gonna fill your little mouth, boy. I'm gonna fill it with my man cream! Are you ready to eat my sperm, boy? Huh? You ready to taste my semen? My

ejaculate

?"

He was jacking off into my mouth, his hand now flying, bumping into my lips and nose with every furious stroke. His breathing harsh and loud, his grunting animalistic as he started to blast the back of my throat.

"Ahrrruhhh! Ugh! Yes! Yes! Take it! Take it all, bitch! Eat it, you little cocksucker! Eat my fucking cum! Yeesss!"

I couldn't believe how full my mouth was. I wanted to cram his cock back into my mouth, but I knew it would push cum out of my mouth, and I simply couldn't do that. It was against my religion. I held everything in, letting the fat head of his cock soak in his nut milk. I wasn't going to give up anything. He was going to have to take it away from me. He started laughing. For a moment I thought he was going to deride me, to shame me. Just as those feelings started to creep in, he spoke:

"You're perfect! Kneeling there, holding on to my cock with a mouthful of my cum, just waiting. Just being my receptacle. You look amazing. You're going to have to let me take a picture of this sometime. Not for me -- we can use your phone. You just need to see yourself. Your new self. Marty the cocksucker. It's perfect!"

When he finally pulled his dick head out of my mouth, I planted a single kiss on it. Just a peck - I couldn't risk parting my lips and losing his precious seed. Then he told me to tip my head back and open my mouth. I thought he just wanted to admire his load before telling me to swallow. Instead, he stuck his index finger into the pool of jizz and stirred. He pulled it out and wiped it around my mouth, painting my lips with his cum. Then it went back in, this time his finger moving deeper, sliding along the top of my tongue until it found the place where it sealed against the back of my throat. He pushed his finger down, breaking that seal. A trickle of cum slid into my throat. I gagged and struggled to keep it all going down the right way. He backed off a bit, then did it again. And again. In this way he slowly forced me to swallow his slime. As I struggled to choke it down, some of it got coughed up into my nasal passage. Eventually, it ran down far enough to swallow. When he had finished feeding me, he allowed me to close my lips around his finger as he dragged it out of my mouth. Finally, I licked my lips to savor the coating he had plastered there.

"You've exceeded expectations, Marty. I don't think I've ever had more pleasure turning a man into a cocksucker."

He walked me to the door and continued to talk to me as I got dressed. His now flaccid cock hung lewdly in front of my face as I kneeled to tie my shoes.

"It's a shame you waited so long to discover your true nature. Let's see if we can't make up for lost time and get you more of the cum you so desperately desire. I'll start brewing up another batch, and you start that dido practice."

"I will sir, I'll practice every day. There's nothing I want more than to be able to take your cock down my throat!"

"You and me both, Marty. Oh, and one more thing... I want you to think about shame and humiliation - about how they relate to this experience. Next time I see you, I want to hear your thoughts on the subject."

He ushered me out before I had time to ask questions. I turned back, thinking about what I might ask, but the sight of him standing there in the doorway made me pause. It occurred to me that he was standing in full view of the neighboring houses, sidewalk and street, his thick cock hanging heavy between his thighs. It happened that no one was about, but he couldn't have known that ahead of time. It seemed more like he didn't care. I could never do that -- I'd be too ashamed. Or would I feel humiliated? He waved at me and closed the door as I wondered: was there a difference?

It was only a 10-minute drive home, but I couldn't keep my hands off my dick. I played with myself the whole way. It was all I could do to hold back my squirts. When I got home, I pummeled my cock furiously. I kept jacking while I blew my load, then powered right through to a second, much smaller issue. I hadn't done that since I was a teenager. I told myself I need to calm down before I give myself a heart attack.

I shopped online for dildos, selected a life-like 7 incher and chose overnight delivery. While I waited for it to arrive, I looked up the definitions of shame and humiliation, and thought about how I felt when I sucked Chuck's cock. Then I thought about what I felt when he told me how

he

felt. How I made him feel like a real man. The contrast was never mentioned. It didn't need to be -- we both knew it.

I spent many hours over the next few days watching cock sucking porn and soaking in the more intense feeling it now gave me. I sucked my dildo and reveled in how that felt. It was the feeling of my new identity. When I was out in public, I imagined what the people who saw me would think if they knew who I now was. At those times it was a challenge to make it home before wanking.

On the third day I got my first text from Chuck, who I had designated as "C" on my phone. C for Chuck, if anyone ever saw it and asked. To me, it was C for Cock.

C: Hey Marty, how's it hangin?

Was he teasing me? Didn't he know? I decided not to worry about it and just tell the truth.

It's not, sir. It never does. It just rests on top of my ballsack

C: LOL! You're a hoot, Marty! I just meant how ya doin, buddy?

Oh. OK, I guess

I miss it

C: Heh. I know. Soon, Marty, soon. How's practice going?

Getting better at suppressing my gag, but I still can't open my throat enough

C: Just keep working on it. Don't force it in, let it in. I have faith in you

Thank you, sir

And that was it. I was hoping he would summon me, but just knowing he was thinking about me gave me a lift. That night I practiced a long time, but slowly. I read a lot of how-to's online. The main theme was -- relax. Like Chuck said, don't push it, try to swallow it. I could tell I was making progress.

I waited two more days before his text came.

C: My house, 20 minutes

Yes, sir!

I made it in 15. He let me in and I stripped. He remained clothed and walked into the dining room and stood in front of the large window. I noticed there was a cushion on the floor in front of him and immediately knew what he expected. The window came to within 2 feet of the floor. On my knees, I would be visible to anyone on the sidewalk, the street or the neighboring houses.

"Come here Marty. Kneel in front of me and tell me your thoughts on shame and humiliation."

When we first spoke on the phone, I had told him that I would retain the ability to say no at any time. I had imagined a discussion about new steps before taking them. I now saw it would be different. I was going to have to make decisions on the fly. I looked out the window and saw that the way the houses were situated, only one had a direct line-of-sight to this window. I hadn't seen anyone on the sidewalks in the three times I had been outside his house. Anyone driving by would pass by too quickly to register what they might glimpse. The risk was small, so I knelt at his feet and spoke.