Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2012 10:36:32 -0700 From: Roger Tuttles Subject: Discovering my love for cock Way back, when I was in high school, a bunch of us - all jocks and pussy hounds, went out to a pizza joint and one of us discovered a message written on the inside of one of the bathroom stalls that advertised good blowjobs. There was an easy to remember phone number with it and we all joked about what a pervert must have written it there and how we should call him up and chastise him for being a fag. We got back to my place and that was the first thing we did. Not only was it my place and my phone, but I was always the leader of the pack anyway, and so I was the one to place the first call. Little did I realize where that was going to lead me. When he answered, I asked him if he sucked cock and he told me that he loved to suck cock. I was somewhat taken off guard. I could tell by his voice that he was older, and after a short time, I could also tell that he was intelligent and even with a sense of humor. Keep in mind that all my crew was listening in and so I had to hassle him for forms sake. I asked him if he wanted to lick my ass and he replied, "Only if it's clean," I responded, "What's the point then? I want you to lick it clean!" The call didn't last long after that (he obviously dismissed us a bunch of juvenile delinquents - which we most likely were) and supposedly that was the end of that. Just another night in the life of a teenage boy. Wrong. I've since found out that I wasn't the only one of our crowd to call him back on their own in private, but I may have been the first. Let me explain that I was always adventurous and wanting to experience all things even from a young age. The night that we called Chip (as his name turned out to be and who I became very close with), I had a hard time sleeping as my hormones raged in strange directions. I had always been attracted to women and still was, but there was something about it being a forbidden experience that made me think about it. I finally decided before I went to sleep that I would call him and check it out. We talked for a long time. He really was a nice guy and intelligent and was very forthcoming about his love for a nice cock. He asked me if I'd like to come over to his place that evening and meet. My heart was racing when I said, "Yes." I got there around seven, not having any idea what to expect. Was this guy going to try to rape me as soon as I walked through the door? Was he going to be naked? Would he try to kiss me? All sorts of questions and anxiety. Imagine my relief when the door opened and the person I was coming to see was a nice-looking guy, probably about 15 years my elder, well-dressed, and who politely invited me into his beautiful house. He didn't grab me and molest me. He didn't try to hustle me into the bedroom straight-off. On the contrary, he was very polite and gracious and began by offering me a seat and asking if I would like a glass of wine. I said yes, very grateful that whatever was going to happen wasn't going to happen suddenly. We drank wine and sat and talked for quite a while. Just as I had intuited over the phone, Chip was a very intelligent man with a lively sense of humor. He showed genuine interest in my life and freely shared information about his. He was an antique dealer and took pride in showing me some of the treasures he had collected in his own house. After a while, he asked me if I liked to smoke pot. The wine had started to relax me, but I thought some pot would help in any case, and so I said yes. The bud was very potent and I got very high very quickly. We kept talking and there was no pressure on me to have sex at all. I relaxed completely and began looking at whatever was going to happen as a pleasant experience. Following that, he asked me if I'd like to do a line of good coke. Without thinking twice, I said yes, and we did a couple of healthy lines. I was starting to fly in the clouds. Then he pulled out the poppers. I had never experienced amyl nitrate before, so when he offered me a sniff on a small, brown bottle, I didn't know what to expect. I was already so buzzed on the wine (we were into our second bottle by now) and the reefer (we had already smoked two big bowls), and the coke (two fat lines), that I didn't even think twice about sniffing the bottle he handed me. My God! I took a couple of healthy sniffs - holding one nostril closed while inhaling deeply from the other and then vice verse, and immediately my blood was racing and I became very horny! Chip knew what he was doing and quickly asked if I was ready to go into the bedroom. Again, I said, "Yes." Whatever that stuff was that I sniffed made me really want to have whatever was going to happen. He had a beautiful house and the bedroom was no different. He had a huge bed with sumptuous covers and huge pillows. He told me to get naked and that he would be right back. I was so pleasantly buzzed and horny now too that I didn't even hesitate. I shed my clothes quickly and laid back on the bed in anticipation. Not even thinking about it, I started to stroke myself and so I was hard when he came back into the room wearing a short robe. He didn't waste a lot of time getting down to business. As I lay back naked on the bed, Chip moved in smoothly and grabbed my cock and began stroking it. I moved my hips involuntarily. When he leaned over and put me in his mouth, I gave up all resistance and let myself open to enjoying the moment. He definitely knew how to suck cock and it wasn't long before I was putty in his hands and mouth. I honestly can't say how long this continued, but I can tell you that I was loving every second of it. I was flying on the wine and the grass and the coke and the poppers, the latter of which Chip kept having me sniff even as he was sucking me off. It wasn't until I felt his fingers moving between my butt cheeks and exploring my butthole that I came down to earth and immediately stiffened. This wasn't what I was expecting. He sensed my resistance almost immediately and pulled back. He brought out a mirror and poured more coke on it, which I gladly sniffed. He also had me take the biggest whiffs on the "poppers" that I had yet, and he told me to lay back and quit resisting, that it would feel good. I obeyed and the next thing I knew his fingers were deep in my ass - finger fucking me as he resumed sucking me - and it was true. As soon as I unclenched my ass and didn't resist - as soon as I let him truly have his way with me - it felt wonderful and I marveled how I had never even imagined this kind of pleasure before. I came quickly and he swallowed my whole load. As the weeks passed by, I became a frequent visitor to this house on Monaco Street. Now that the ice over my ass had been broken, Chip used all sorts of toys on me - progressively larger - and then finally threw my ankles over his shoulders and fucked me directly. I'll never forget that night. It was as if I was crossing a frontier from which I could never return. Still, in retrospect, I was innocent. I was in a relationship with a beautiful girl whom I was soon to marry and had a very satisfactory sexual life with her, but yet I couldn't stay away from Chip's house. I tried looking at it as if I was simply hornier than most guys and that they were the ones missing out on something good. It wasn't as if I was doing anything queer - I was just lying back and letting things be done to me. I wasn't an active participant at any time. Somehow that was an important distinction to me, and one that was to be proved short-lived. One night Chip took me to a gay bath house. He was acting mysteriously and I was excited and trembling with misgivings at the same time. We went in, got lockers to store our clothes in, stripped naked, and put on towels before we began "touring." He obviously knew his way around. He led me into a cave-like room that was hazy with steam and had me strip naked while he grabbed me from behind and stuck his cock in my ass. Sure enough, within seconds another guy came up and started sucking me. As usual, I was high on booze and grass and coke and poppers, so I just let it happen and enjoyed it. I was the center of attention and my cock was being loved and my ass was busy with attention, so there was nothing I could think of not to enjoy. Then Chip told me he wanted to introduce me to his friend who, by the way, was the owner. I followed him with a sense of anticipation. The owner's name, appropriately, was Dick, and my God! - he had a huge one! We went into his private room and Chip introduced us before suggesting I get on the bed. When Dick took his towel off and I saw how huge his cock was, I became frightened - seriously. Surely there was no way in the world that my rectum and lower intestines could accommodate such a massively huge piece of meat! I believe that my knees started to tremble as Dick pulled my ankles over his shoulders and started to steer his cock into my ass. I got frantic and started saying how I didn't want to do it and how I wasn't ready. Chip was trying to tell me that he'd fucked me with bigger toys and that I should relax, but it was no use. I wasn't ready. To my great relief, Dick proved to be a gentleman; he respected my fears and pulled back. I was so relieved and grateful. The next thing I knew, Dick laid himself out on the bed next to me, but facing the opposite direction, and started sucking me off. As he began to do this, he made a point of laying his huge cock right in front of my mouth while tapping me suggestively on the back of the head. Never in my life had I anticipated having another man's cock in my mouth. Even at this point, having had another man suck me off and fuck me, I somehow didn't believe I had crossed the threshold of being actually gay. I was simply laying back and allowing it to happen to me - I wasn't participating! But now, with this huge cock staring at me from inches away and knowing that I was going to suck it out of gratitude for how Dick hadn't insisted on fucking me, my mind reeled again. Once I sucked this cock, could I ever go back? It wasn't until years later that I heard the expression, "You can't unsuck a cock," but when I did hear it I knew how true it was. I started out tentatively, finding my way as I went along. The first thing I did was take him in my hand and began stroking him. He responded positively and snuggled his cock closer to my face. At the same time, I experienced a thrill feeling that big, hard cock in my grasp and found myself wanting to let myself go and suck on it for all I was worth. Chip clinched the deal by producing a jar of poppers from who knows where. Maybe he'd been carrying it around in the towel wrapped around his hips or maybe he knew where to find it in Dick's private room. In any case, it didn't matter. I took several huge whiffs and immediately took that huge cock lying in front of my face into my mouth and began sucking on it for all I was worth. If I was going to be gay then I was going to be good at it damnit! When Dick came, he cradled the back of my head and shoved his cock all the way down my throat so far that I gagged and his cum spilled out of the corners of my mouth. I loved it! I didn't give a damn what it meant about who or what I was! I had found something that I really enjoyed and knew immediately that I would always want to do. I was a cocksucker! So be it. Wild horses couldn't have dragged me away from that cock! In the many years since, I've been married three times and had lots of girlfriends. I somehow still consider myself "straight," whatever that means, but I have never lost the love of having my lips wrapped around a bug, hard cock! There have been more experiences I can relate, but at a later time.