I met Kal online in a chat room for bicurious guys. He was 21, and had never had sex with guy – not unless you count the mutual jack-offs he had when he was a kid.
He liked sex with women, he said, but confessed to an abiding fixation with cocks. When he watched porn, he sometimes wished he were the woman on the receiving end in cumshots, he told me, the first night we chatted.
I know that forbidden hunger, and I have met a lot of guys, online, with the same fixations: Basically straight, but with an obsession to taste cock. I believe there is a fundamental narcissism involved here. What we really crave is our own cocks. When we suck another guy’s cock, what we are really doing, subconsciously, is sucking our own.
I myself am bi. I’m an oral sex junky. I love the taste of pussy, but just can’t abide the emotional games women play. At 39, and divorced, I had had my fill of women. I still like sex with them, but if it means having to get emotionally involved and committed, forget it. I’d rather jerk off, or have sex with another guy.
Like I said, I’m an oral sex junky. I love the taste of cock as much as I love pussy, but had denied myself that pleasure for many years.
I had experimented with oral sex with a couple of friends during puberty and loved it. I thought I had grown out of that fixation, but more than 20 years later, I found myself dying to taste cock again.
One night, Kal said “Wouldn’t it be great if there was a club where guys like us could go suck some cock and get some cock sucked, no strings attached, no worries about disease.”
“Let’s start one,” I challenged him.
He was reluctant at first. I can understand why: A 21 year old guy wants to have sex with another hard-body, not some flaccid 39-year-old. But when I sent him a photo of me, naked, from the neck down, with a hardon, he immediately agreed to meet me.
I am blessed with a naturally lean body, and I work out. My cock is only average sized – perhaps even less than average. But it is nicely shaped, nicely cut, and very juicy. I produce a lot of precum, and Kal later confessed it was the photo of the moist glistening head, and the tiny, almost imperceptible droplet of precum at the eyelet of my cock that hooked him.
“It looked so fucking juicy,” he said.
That first night was awkward. We sat and drank beers on my sofa, then smoked a joint. I had candles lit, and finally we got down to it. We were both very nervous. For all our talk about on the Internet about what we’d like to do to each other, when it came down to the real thing, we were both scared shitless
We had finally gotten around to talking about sex. He had asked me about the first time I had tried sucking cock.
As I related the story of my first cocksucking experience, with my best friend, I could see a bulge forming in his jeans.
“That looks uncomfortable,” I said, reaching over and touching it. He went rigid. I believe he was holding his breath.
“Nice,” I said, as I stroked the hard boner beneath the fabric of his jeans. “Shall I let him out?”
He was nodding, breathlessly. I reached over and, clumsily, began fumbling at his fly. I popped the top button, then started unzipping. I pulled at the waistband of his underwear and his big boner popped out.
It was seven inches long, hard as mahogany, growing from a thatch of blond down like some thick stocky treetrunk sprouting from a mossy bank. It had a very thick shaft, tapered towards the head, which was smallish. Not a particularly beautiful cock (I prefer large cock heads), but a good size.
I had not felt another guy’s cock in my hand for many years. I had never held one this big. I gently stroked Kal’s hard cock for a few seconds. Then, I lowered my head and took him in my mouth. He exploded instantly.
I wasn’t ready for the sudden hot rush of semen – not so soon. I had just pushed his cock deep into my mouth, when the sudden pulse of thick fluid filled my throat. It took me by surprise and I backed his cock out fast. It sprayed a long white ribbon of sperm all over his chest.
“Aw fuck,” he said. “Sorry. Shit…”
I swallowed what he had left in my mouth, and jerked him the rest of the way. It was a curious taste – or rather, an absence of taste. I had tasted my own cum many times before, but had never tasted another guy’s sperm. I bent down and took the still throbbing head of his cock, which was still dribbling sperm, into my mouth and sucked. I jerked him off and tasted the dying moments of his orgasm.
When he was done, I withdrew. My lips and tongue tingled with the slightly bitter aftertaste of semen.
He began zipping his cock back in his pants right away. “I’m sorry,” he said. “This was a mistake.”
Before I could talk him out of it, he was gone.
A month later, I ran into him in the same chat room. He apologized profusely. I told him I would accept his apology -- on one condition.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“You owe me a blowjob,” I told him.
Kal was deeply conflicted about his homosexual tendencies. He hated fags, but was obsessed with cock. A pattern emerged. He would indulge his fantasies with me, then submerge, stewing in shame. Then, two or three months later, drunk and horny, he’d message me on the Internet.
The second time we got together, he was half drunk already when he showed up. Drunk and horny. I had rented some pornography, and plugged it in. It wasn’t necessary. Within fifteen minutes, he was rubbing his cock through his jeans.
“I want to see your cock,” he said. “I want to feel it.”
I had deliberately worn my tightest jeans, with no underwear. He could make out the outline of my hardon. I was already quite wet. I lay back on the couch and popped the buttons of my Levis. He leaned over and peeled back the flap. My cock lay wedged in to the side under the tight jeans. He had to reach in and pull it out.
A long shiny string of precum ran from the wet head to my pubic hair, which looked like it had been slimed by a slug.
“Wow,” he said. “Juicy”
“Taste it,” I said.
