I live in a small city but visiting gay bars and cruise sites is not an option. Most of these are in the vicinity of the regular hotspots. The thought of being seen and labeled when I have not even figured out what I am feeling and where I belong was terrifying to me. I was not looking to live a lifestyle or fall in love with a man. I truly longed for the closeness of a woman. But those damn images of male bodies keep dominating my thoughts and fantasies. It became useless to try to suppress them, with the ease of the internet and pictures of every decadent act you can imagine at your fingertips, I accepted that I lusted after men physically, not emotionally.
I kept calling chat lines, just to listen and jack off. Eventually I worked up the nerve to meet one of these men who said he was curious also and was into giving and receiving head only. He agreed to a meeting in public and as he claimed he was married I could count on his discretion. As nervous as I was I convinced myself to give it a try and we went to a local motel. While I enjoyed the feel of a cock in my mouth and was pleased I could give pleasure, I did not respond in kind. Anxiety and nerves did not allow my body to respond and after a couple of meetings with the same results I decided that maybe I was meant to serve.
One night I was checking out the chat when I received an IM. "...mixed race male, 6'2" 195 pounds, well hung in decent shape looking to get off, strictly a top, nothing versatile. Interested? Give me a call at....." No reason for details, we agreed on a time and place. I met Trey at a corner near his apartment. He got in and directed me the last couple blocks. My first impression was that this was a tough, rugged individual, late 30's, and just hoped he was honest about what we were here for. His tan skin and bald head left his nationality, Hispanic, black, difficult to pinpoint but I wasn't going to ask. The apartment was of modest means but looked clean and organized. He offered me a beer which I gladly accepted as my mouth was dry as a bone and I could use a little relaxing. He removed his shirt exposing more of the tattoos that ran up his arms and across his hairless back and chest. Not a muscle machine but solid.
"Get undressed and we'll go to the bedroom." He said. "I like my bitches to be naked while they are sucking my cock." At that moment he removed his pants and revealed the rest of his body, and his incredible cock. I had learned from the other men that I had met that you can subtract 1-2" off whatever they say their cock size is but this man was as big as any I have sucked and he wasn't even hard. The balls were full and round and his tool was uncut, my first. Again he told me to get undressed as he must have noticed my hesitation as I took in his manhood. I did as I was told and followed him into his room watching his ass muscles clench with each step. He turned around to face me and I dropped to my knees, not speaking, understanding my place and why I was there.
"That's right," Trey said "Suck that big cock nice and slow like you were born to"
I leaned in and pressed my face to his hairy crotch, inhaling his scent. I started with my tongue, licking up and down his shaft settling in on his balls, sucking first one then the other, going back and forth. His sack was full and he moaned his approval.
"There's a hell of a load of cum in there for you, and it's going to take more than one nut to empty 'em so I hope you're not in a hurry." Hurry! I couldn't be dragged away.
His cock had started to respond and it was time to feel that piece of meat in my mouth. I grabbed the base and slid my lips down the shaft. My tongue began to probe under his foreskin and feel the smooth head underneath. There was an acrid taste but cocksuckers like me have no problem with it. He began to stiffen as I slowly sucked and stroked with on hand and caressed his balls with the other. His cock was a deep brown with heavy veins and I massaged his shaft with my tongue absolutely loving every inch of him.
".....mmmmm that's it. Get that cock hard." His hips began to sway as I worked him deeper into my mouth. My lips were stretched wider than they have ever been, the others had not prepared me for this. My right had begun to work his shaft and I reach around to caress hiss ass with the other.
"Don't grab my ass!!" Trey said as he slapped my hand away. "You are here to suck so suck."
A thrill I have never experienced shot through me as did him as his cock jumped and reached its full erection, 9 inches of incredible meat. My spit was flowing now as I bobbed my head up and down that pole. I glanced up his smooth torso to see his head back and eyes closed as he was enjoying my blowjob, even though I could only get 2/3 of him in me before I gagged. I came up for air taking turns on both his cock and balls. The mushroom head was fully exposed and a deep purple, the foreskin taught. Then he pulled his cock from my mouth. He must have noticed the look of shock as I was suddenly parted from him.
"Don't worry we are just changing positions so I can fuck that mouth of yours." He said with a smirk on his face.
He had me kneel with the bed to my back and he swung his right leg up over my shoulder. Grabbing my hair he brought his cockhead to my face and holding me still, parted my lips and drove his cock into my throat. I gagged of course but he pulled out only a little ways and shoved again . This time slower and with a purpose. My eyes watered and I felt like choking but couldn't.
