I had met 20 year old Mike, the brother of my married friend Pat, as Mike moved from Austin Texas to Bellflower California where I lived.
Pat had asked if Mike could stay with me for a while in my one bedroom apartment until he got settled.
Pat and I had been deployed together in the Marines and he was a good looking guy that I liked being around, so I said yes.
Mike had ridden the rodeo circuit in Texas for the last two years and wanted to try California. He was a bull rider along with bucking broncos. He told me there was money to be made if you were good and he said he was good.
Mike was a easy going charming charismatic straight guy that had fucked a lot of girls and was full of stories of his conquests.
I was a little jealous of how easy it was for Mike to score with the women.
He was 5'-8", around 135 pounds, muscular and worked out to stay strong for his rodeo riding.
He could sit in a chair with wooden arms on it, straighten his arms, pull his legs up through and go into a handstand, incredible!
There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, just toned muscle.
I was mostly straight, but leaned to the Bi side and was drawn to this Cowboy Stud from Texas as I had been drawn to his brother Pat, but nothing had ever happened between us except perhaps in my thoughts.
Mike wasn't body shy.
My eyes were always on him as he moved around the apartment, much of the time hanging out in his white briefs or just going commando in some short Wrangler cut offs, without a shirt.
I couldn't help but watch his body move and many times my eyes dropped to his full crotch as it seemed he was packing a lot of meat.
He told me his older brother Pat's cock was 7-1/4" but he was bigger at 7-3/4", thick and cut!
At that point, I had never seen him totally hard, but took him at his word. Definitely something to think about.
While serving in the Marines, I had seen his brother Pat naked in the shower many times and had dreamed about having sex with him, but he was a straight arrow through and through.
As a bunk mate, I had watched Pat sleeping and couldn't help looking at his skivvies sticking up with his thick hard on.
Once while he was asleep, I lightly touched that tented fabric, running my finger tips down the length feeling his rigid tool, It jerked when I touched it.
Immediately after I went into the head and jacked my own hard cock cumming quickly.
Mike's hands were often on his dick, tugging, rubbing and some pulling, getting it adjusted in his Wranglers. (Pat had done the same thing.)
Mike caught me several times as my eyes were on his crotch and he would just smile his easy going smile.
A few times, I caught a glimpse of him stroking his dick in the shower with the bathroom door open.
Mike told me his cock needed a lot of attention.
He got it from the girls that were always around him, but he always wanted more.
One day he was in the shower with the door open. I was sitting in a chair and could see into the bathroom.
As he washed himself, his hands were all over his semi hard cock, washing, pulling and working it continually.
He finished, grabbed a towel, wiped off a little, then hung the towel around his neck, walked out naked and stood in front of me as he continued drying off.
He was talking half to himself but also to me as he worked the towel.
"Damn I'm horny!
I need someone's hands and mouth and tongue on my dick.
Help me out won't you Dave."
"Come on, I know you want to. I see you looking at it all the time. Go for it!"
With that he stepped even closer as his big cock rose up, the foreskin peeling back from the bulbous head as it became rock hard.
I was licking my lips without even knowing it. My eyes on this large long thick piece of meat.
I was watching breathlessly as he slowly stroked it a few times which caused some precum to form on the tip as his club started to bob in arousal. Using his finger, he scooped up some precum and rubbed it on my lips.
My tongue came out on its own and licked my lips tasting him for the first time.
I felt his hands on my shoulders as he squared himself in front of me slowly pushing his hips forward.
I looked up for a moment and saw the intensity in his eyes as he slowly smiled and pushed the head against my lips parting them and slid half way into my mouth.
He stopped for a minute and just sighed. I looked up past his cock in my mouth and could see that slow smile spread wider across his face.
What could I do?
Suddenly I was a cocksucker for the first time. I realized I really wanted to please him. He reminded me of his brother so much.
I started sucking and licking this big, hard, throbbing, alive piece of meat.
It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
Hard, but velvety soft. Warm, almost hot!
I realized I liked it in my mouth.
I felt my own cock get hard in my pants.
A faster hard-on than I had ever had.
Rock hard.
I moaned.
I felt my nipples go erect.
No doubt.
I was turned on.
Big time!
I moaned.
Mike moaned and tightened his hold on my shoulders as I discovered the new me.
A cocksucker.
I brought both hands up and wrapped them around the shaft, which was bigger than my own, and used my tongue and lips all over the head and shaft, exploring this new thing in my mouth, this new experience.
As I started to really get into it, Mike's hands moved up from my shoulders to my head.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, holding my head, guiding my mouth for his pleasure.
He moaned and I moaned again. I had never realized what this would be like to both him and me.
Mike started to thrust in and out of my mouth slowly.
Each thrust pushed the head of his cock just to the back of my throat.
I coughed and gagged a little but stayed at it.
I really didn't have much choice as he held me tight to his groin.
Then it happened.
With both of his hands behind my head, He thrust the saliva covered shaft forward hard, impaling the head of his big cock just into my throat.
I panicked as I couldn't breath, but he didn't care. This was all about him. I was just the one receiving him.
I could feel the head and shaft pulsating like it was a living thing trying to get into its burrow, my throat.
Instinctively, I tilted my head back and swallowed each time the head hit the back of my throat.
He took more than a dozen hard deep strokes, each one entering my throat a little deeper until my nose was pressed against his hard belly.
I was gagging, choking, his cock triggering my gag reflex. I felt several tears roll down my cheeks.
My hands came up to his hips trying to push him back, trying to get his big cock out of my throat so I could breathe.
It didn't work. Mike was too strong!
I simply endured, somehow accepting the punishment I was getting from him.
As I slobbered on his cock, he picked up the pace even faster, harder, face and throat fucking me until I had black spots before my eyes.
Sometime during the long minutes of the throat rape, my hands had slid up and were on his tight muscular butt cheeks pulling them toward my face, encouraging him to fuck my face harder and he did!
After a couple of minutes, I dropped my hands to my side, submitting to him, trying to relax and breathing as best I could.
It went on for a while until Mike called out, slammed his big piece of meat into its burrow and shot rope after rope after rope of cum down my throat!
He held me tight to his groin while I slumped down from lack of air, the black spots before my eyes.
His slick cock slowly slid out of my throat and mouth.
He let me go and I fell to the floor.
I laid there for what seemed like a long time gasping for air as my senses came back to me.
I was still coughing and choking some.
My face and mouth were covered with my saliva and his cum, some even dripping out of my nose onto my shirt.
I opened my eyes to see him leaning over me with some concern on his face, but mostly a look of satisfaction.
As I sat up, he stepped back a bit laughing and said: "You did good. We'll do this again, a lot."
I was rock hard. I also discovered that sometime during the throat fuck I had involuntarily cum in my white briefs!
I realized I wanted this to happen again and again.
I liked it.
I was a cocksucker. I was his cocksucker.
After that day Mike would use me in that very way whenever he wanted to.
I realized conditioning runs both ways.
He was becoming conditioned to my mouth and throat.
I was becoming conditioned to being used by him, being throat fucked by his big cock.
I'd wake up at night rock hard, my dick throbbing, dreaming about it.
I always wanted it.
Mike started to become more inventive, more demanding.
I had never thought of myself as a submissive person. In the Marine Corps I had been a E-5 Sergeant, oftentimes in charge telling other Marines what to do. With Mike I only wanted to be used by him, I only wanted to please him.
My apartment was only a one bedroom. We both slept in the same king sized bed.
In the middle of the night or early morning I'd be sleeping only to be awakened with his hand on my shoulder, rolling me onto my back and then tugging me over until my head was hanging off of the bed, as he stood on the floor with his strong hands on my chest holding me in place.