When I look back and think about my first time with a guy, I'm elated. I remember the thrill of getting the message to my internet ad on a site that no longer hosts these types of ads. I remember the taste, although it wasn't my first time holding another guy's dick, this time was different, this time I was going to make him cum.
Let me set the scene so you know a little bit about me, queue the pop 80's teen movie music. My name is Troy, I'm thirty years old today and married to a beautiful younger woman. I work at a good job, I have the love of my friends and family and I enjoy a cold beer on a Friday night with jeans that fit just right. Ok, that may have been some lyrics to a country song, but the sentiment is still there.
My whole life I grew up in a sexually repressed house in a decent suburb area to Christian parents that had lost love for each other many years before they eventually broke up. As most religious people, God bless them, they were very strict with all things. They refused to allow me to have any type of friends outside of family members or church people. Needless to say, my upbringing was not ideal, it wasn't until later in life when I was an adult and able to look back on my life did things start to make sense.
After I graduated High School I moved out and started living with roommates in a pretty big house. We were all about the same age so we did what kids our age did, drank, smoked and partied! When I wasn't working I was drinking and when I wasn't drinking I was jerking off to interracial porn. I don't recall the first black dick I saw in porn, just how much I didn't hate it. As much as I try to not picture that video of my mother having sex with a black that I found after my first year of college on some seedy website, the thought lingered.
My first time sucking a guy off wasn't actually with a black guy. Instead, it was with Henry, some old middle aged dude with a hairy stomach and small cock. When I saw it in the picture he sent me before meeting, it looked bigger, but having never sucked a dick before, I figured it'd be okay to start off small.
Henry was a nice enough guy. He had an old home in a suburb about ten minutes south in a worse neighborhood. As I stood outside waiting for him to let me in his house on that cold October evening I prayed to God that I didn't get killed. While I waited outside this stranger's home I thought about the headline my folks would see on the news: Man killed by hateful man in Shitty Town, Illinois. With that running through my head I couldn't help but admit I was hard as a rock. I felt so slutty, a word I never thought to use for myself.
I had some girlfriends in high school but nothing serious. When I had sex with one of them it was cool. Even to this day I still like having sex with my wife, boobs and pussy are great but especially when they are on the body of someone you love.
I heard footsteps coming to the front door of the house and moments later a shirtless white guy, Henry, opened the door with a cigarette in his hand. "Troy?" Was all he said.
"Uh, yeah."
"Get in here, boy, it's cold." Henry opened the screen door and let me into his home. He had shit everywhere, well not actual shit, this isn't that type of story. No, instead he had piles of clothes and books, old VHS movies and magazines piled up everywhere with beer cans littered throughout. The air went from brisk rainy humidity to smoky throat choking dead air. "This is my first time doing this." Looking back, he probably lied, but whatever.
"Yeah, me too." I looked around his place a bit more and closed the door behind me. "Should I take my shoes off?" I was freaking out, not really scared, just excited. I felt awkward holding my phone and checking the time over and over as if I was expecting a message or someone to save me from myself.
"That's up to you. Do you want a beer?" Henry said and walked into his kitchen for one.
"No, I'm alright, thanks." I said and took a seat where I could, trying my best to seem casual and nonchalant.
I watched as the man stiffly walked around his house with nothing but worn out basketball shorts on. He wasn't attractive, not in the least, but I wasn't looking for a partner, I was looking for a cock and he had one.
He came back and took a seat next to me on the couch and cracked his beer open and smoked his cigarette. "So this is your first time, huh?" He said and put down his beer. He immediately pulled his basketball shorts down and over his semi hard dick and balls. He was hairy but no more than I was at that time, I didn't expect anything different from him.
"Yeah, I just decided I wanted to try sucking a dick." I felt silly saying it because this guy who's house I was in could actually be gay and I didn't want to offend him by making my decision to experiment seem fickle.
"I gotcha, well, I got one right here for ya." Henry said, not impatient but wanting to be encouraging.
Right then I noticed I hadn't stopped looking at his pink and white little guy since he pulled his shorts down. I grabbed his dick and held it in my hand and stroked it up and down until I felt him getting hard. He moaned and told me that it felt good. As I got on my knees on his dingy carpet floor I started to question, wait, am I gay? I liked holding him in my hand and I liked hearing him moan, does this mean I'm not straight? I leaned forward and put his dick head in my mouth which tasted like cigarettes but otherwise it seemed clean. I looked up and saw over his belly and saw him make an expression I'd only ever seen a guy make when a girl was fucking him. I stopped asking questions to myself as I bobbed my head up and down his hard dick. Fear left my body and I felt like a kid again, a kid who just found that loophole in his parent's argument allowing him to go play with his friends.
Before long I started really enjoying myself. I liked the feeling of his cock head reaching the back of my mouth and how he encouraged me to keep going. I liked the flavor of a man's cock in my mouth and enjoyed feeling his balls on my chin. It was fun to push myself and deep throat him and then pull him out of my mouth and stroke his dick after spitting on my hand.
The only disappointment I had was how long it takes. Probably sounds a little funny but after a while your jaw and neck starts to hurt. It might've just been me but I felt like I was doing something wrong so I spent several minutes deep throating him, or at least taking him in my mouth until his balls were on my chin. After that I switched to stroking his dick and moaning and telling him how great his dick was. I wasn't sure what I was doing or what he liked so I just pretended I was a girl in porn. All the same, it seemed to work!
A huge highlight, that I wasn't prepared for, was the salty creamy texture of his precum. I can still remember it to this day. As soon as it went into my mouth I felt a hit of sweet dopamine in my brain. Tasting another man's fluids was fucking hot. That fact alone made it worth my stiff neck and sore throat. I wanted the final prize, I wanted the taste of his cum, his whole load in my mouth.
Henry grabbed my head and held me tight as he humped forward into my mouth. I wasn't alarmed, by this point I wanted him to manhandle me. I wanted to feel like a dirty bitch, a slut who was going to eat his load. "I'm cumming!" He shouted and humped one or two more times and then erupted in my mouth. He held my head and I sat on my knees like a good boy and swallowed every bit of it. Feeling his cock pumping his seed into my mouth was exactly the feeling I'd wanted, it was exactly what I needed.
He was done before I wanted him to be. Looking back, again, I feel silly. I wanted his cum to keep pouring out, I wanted to drink and taste more of him. When he let go of my head he had to pull me off of his softening cock.
