His First Time

We'd met randomly online and started chatting over a mutual liking of a few gifs and photos. After some time you'd fawn the information out of me. A married 32 year old dad of 1 with a curiosity of what a playing with cock would feel like. You'd latched onto this and after a few months of slowly building my curiosity and lowering my resistance I'd finally agreed to meet.

The last message you'd sent had given me instructions on how to find your address, that the door would be unlocked and instructions to go into your room.

The time had come and on arrival I followed the instruction to the letter, still unsure if I should do this or back out. Almost on autopilot I find I'm in the bedroom. I realise there's no one else there, looking around I see a number of toys and items for pleasure and restraint and what I know to be your sex swing in the corner.

My eyes are caught by a note on the bed and wondering over I see a black hood and straight jacket laid next to it. Reading the note I find it contains instructions telling me to get naked, pull on the hood, slip on the jacket and wait on my knees.

Folding my clothes and placing them on the bed I drop to my knees, pulling the hood down I get one last look of the room before it's replaced by darkness. Using nothing but feel I manage to wriggle my way into the jacket and wait for what's to come.

After what feels like an age I hear footsteps on a wooden floor, the door creaks open and the clicks shut. Controlling my own breathing I hear someone else breathing in the room, with a slight sense of panic I hope it's you and not a house mate.

I hear footsteps cross the room and stop close by, suddenly I feel the jacket pulled tight, pinning my arms to my side, hearing the buckles rattle I try to wriggle and know that I'm trapped at your mercy.

The first time I hear your voice is as you give the firm clear instruction, "open your mouth" after a moments pause I do as I'm told, immediately I feel a cold hard ring pressed into my mouth and realise I can't close my mouth any more.

I hear the sound of a zip and a little scrambling before something comes to rest on my lip. The first cock I've ever touched, besides my own, is resting on my lip. I'm filled with thoughts of backing out, maybe it's not too late, then it slides slowly across my lip and onto the tip of my tongue before sliding back out, there's a pause before it comes in again half way down my tongue and back out, then all the way to the back of my mouth making me gag. I know you're testing me, how deep can he go. How much can he take. It starts to slide in again as I feel a hand on the back of my head, this time you go to the point of me gagging and hold it there for a few seconds. This is repeated 3-4 times before you pull out and let me catch my breath fully.

As I catch my breath I don't realise you've moved behind me, you lift me up with a firm grip under my armpits. As you lift me your cock brushes against my ass and I tense up.

Chuckling you say "don't worry, not yet"

You steerer me across the room and lower me into a seated position on something soft, as you push me onto my back I realise it must be the bed. Before I have chance to think your hands are gripping my shoulders pulling me across the bed. Head hanging over the edge I guess what's to come, I've watched porn scenes of this before, women getting their mouths and throats fucked until they were a spluttering, drool covered mess. I feel your cock slide into my mouth, all the way in and all the way out very slowly at first making me taste every inch of it. As you build speed you tell me to try and swallow, to open my throat and let you in. You know I can do it, you've had me practicing on a dildo and sending you videos for weeks. Doing as I'm told the next thrust is perfect and slides straight in, I immediately gag and retch at the large bulge in my throat. Squirming from the effect you hold my shoulders in place you pull out giving a moments relief before going in again and again.

Deprived of my sense I've no idea how long we've been there, I can feel a wetness on my face and can only imagine what I look like. There's less gagging now as you said there would be, my throat slowly getting use to the large invader. All of a sudden it stops, you cock sliding out and rubbing across my face. The only sounds in the room is my deep breathing as I get my breath back and your feet moving around the room as I wonder what your setting up next...