I'd never thought of being with another man until I started a dialogue with a female in a pen pal relationship, in which I got sucked in her fantasy of seeing me with another man. This relationship ended and I didn't give it much thought until recently when I began to exchange emails with someone I met on line in a social dating network. I like porn and would naturally come across gay's being featured. While I was looking around I sensed some feelings I don't think I had before.
I began discussing this with Ken the person I'd met who was into an alternative lifestyles and started getting turned on by all the banter that went back and forth. I know I wasn't gay because sometimes the thought of it was disgusting. My conversation with this guy started to draw me in.
Ken knew I was inexperienced and must have sensed virgin territory for him. His assurances made me feel safe and made me want to try it. I told him that I needed guidance and wasn't sure I could go through with it. We exchanged pictures and he said that I was handsome and trim. He continued to draw me out over the next several months. I told him that I thought that I owed this experience to myself, trying to talk myself into it. He agreed and encouraged me as well.
He knew my size, average length and not very thick. He sent me a picture of himself, very large and massively thick, about 8-inches or so, no blemishes of any kind. He assured me that nothing would happen against my will and that we should meet. I agree to meet him at his house across town.
When the night rolled around I was very nervous. I felt like a pimply-faced teenager on his first date. I showered and got as clean as possible. In order to have easy access to my cock, I wore sweat pants, t-shirt, sweat jacket, no underwear. I'm also very clean shaved usually with little pubic hair above the base.
I had no idea what to expect. When Ken opened the door he was taller than I expected, okay looking a little overweight. And about my age, I wanted to leave but didn't know how. He reached out and hugged me gently and comfortably and said, "Hello, so glad you came. Come on in and make yourself comfortable."
It was a nice house, clean, that helped me relax a little. He said, "You look more handsome than your picture," as he took my hand and led me to his living room. He is wearing a nice expensive looking robe and I was nervous about what was underneath. I still wanted to leave, but he has been so polite and patience with me that I didn't want to be rude. I sat down on the couch and looked around. The room was bright and soft easy listening music was on the background. Ken must have sensed my nervousness, because he said, "Don't be nervous. I'll get you a drink, straight scotch, like you said you liked."
When he left I tried to think of a way to get out of this. Ken was a big man and not who I really wanted to do with. I was, as they say having buyer's remorse. I decided that I would just have a drink then politely excuse myself and leave.
Ken must have sensing my reluctance and knew that he'd better do something. He must have thought that I thought that I had some sort of submissive cocksucker urging for penile servitude because when he comes back with the drinks his robe was open enough that I could see his cock. It was just hanging there. When he stood in front of me to hand me my drink, it was bobbing obscenely just inches from my mouth.
It was thick and at least 8-inches long. And I could see the veins straining underneath the stretched skin. The big plum shaped head, larger than the rest was so close to my face that I could see pre-cum oozing out of its pee-hole.
Feeling embarrassed, I tried to look away but I couldn't help myself, I just kept looking. As I lowered my head in shame, Ken purred, "'Like what you see?"
I couldn't believe what was happening. I wanted to jump up and leave but my legs didn't seem to work.
When Ken reached into my pants and felt me, I don't stop him.
"Well," he said, "look at that, okay size wise but skinny though. Here let me have your hand so you can touch a real man's cock." Then as he pulled me off the couch and down on to my knees and took my hand and placed it on his cock. I was shocked at first by his assertiveness. Then I was drawn to the warm cock in my hand. It felt hefty and firm. I couldn't help myself as I slid my hand down its length to the base. As I stared at his thick black pubic hair, I said, "I have to stop and get out of here."
"I should go," I stammered. As I started to rise, but there was a firm hand on my shoulder keeping me in that position.
"Hey," said Ken, "Just kiss the head and lick the pre-cum. Then if you want to leave then you can."
Nervous and scared yet curious, I leaned forward and with pursed lips kissed the head and licked off the pre-cum. It tasted salty and had a creamy texture. I should stop, I though, hoping Ken would give me an out but he said nothing. Instead he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pulled me toward him. I didn't stop to think, I just took its head into my mouth.
As his cock slid deeper into my mouth, Ken chuckled, "I knew you were going to suck my cock the minute I saw you. But I didn't think that it was going to be in the first 5-minutes."
His statement surprised me. I'd been told that I was feminine before, but I didn't think that it was that obvious? He continued, "You have the look of a girlie cock sucker. You're going to be my women tonight, my Pussy."
I started to get angry. Who did he think he's talking to? Then I found myself getting aroused by such talk so I allowed it.
'Look at you, in less than 5-minutes after I met you, I have you down on your knees with your lips around my cock." I still didn't do nor say anything.
"Look up at me. When you're servicing my cock I want to see the look in your eyes."
I looked up I realized that he had a smart phone and was taking a picture. I was taken aback by this, but enjoyed the experience nonetheless. Flushed with shame and excitement at the same time, I felt my cock getting hard. What was I doing? I need to leave, I'm saying to myself. Ken sensed this and said, "Hey, just relax and let me take control."
Helplessly, I let myself be controlled, did whatever he asked and wanted, I slowly begin to feel totally dominated, but I don't resist.
"Just look at my cock," he boomed. "I know this is what you want," he laughed as he took a hold of my head and started to slowly fuck my mouth. "You told me a lot about yourself so now this is your chance. Let's see what you can do, how I can train you to suck cock."
By now I was getting excited, so I though, 'Fuck It' I'm going for it. So I flicked out my tongue and licked his cock.
"That's a boy," he bragged. "I knew when you saw this cock that you'd want it. Show a cock to a cocksucker and he'll do anything to be able to suck it. Now," he ordered, "Open up and let's see what you can do with it. And no teeth, I hate that. I love seeing you on your knees, submitting to my dominance over you. I thought you might leave but I knew if I showed you my cock I would have your lips around it in no time. You were easier than I expected. I usually have to work a lot harder when meeting someone for the first time, but God you were so easy. Now you're go to work you little fag."
I couldn't believe it. His voice and command made my cock hard.
Well, I thought, I might be sucking hid cock but I wasn't going to swallow.