Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2023 20:46:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Not Published Subject: "This Is What Happened" Chapter 1 My love of sucking cock began with an incident decades ago, but the memory is as fresh and thrilling as if it happened yesterday. I was 15. He was my sophomore year Latin teacher in an exclusive boy's school. Until it happened, I hadn't realized how deeply ready I was for it. He was charismatic and brilliant but, more significant to me personally, he recognized my love of reading and my growing skill at writing. Our after class sessions discussing the classics I was enjoying began to extend as daylight saving time days caused the room to softly fade. The once noisy building fell quiet around us like a heavy shawl. I told him I'd just discovered the erotic poetry of Ovid. My rush of enthusiasm had me stuttering as I tried to explain the feelings stirring in me when I read his sensual phrases. I ran out of words. The silence grew. He'd been sitting at his desk, turned to me and I was in a chair I'd pulled up close so we could share an especially titillating text Ovid wrote about kissing. He reached out and put his hand under my chin, tilting my face up to his. I was vulnerable as his eyes burned into mine. "You want this, don't you?" he whispered. I nodded, making it clear I understood what he was asking. He carefully said, "You know we can, don't you?" I stuttered an eager "yes" as he bent forward. His other hand reached around me, in the small of my back, pulling me in. His open mouth covered mine. I gasped with the shock of his urgent tongue. I swam deeply in longing, my body shaking and bucking against him he pulled me out of my chair on top of him. We stood, still locked at the mouth as our clothes fell away. His hard, wet cock pressed against my belly. He was ravaging me with his tongue. My knees gave way and he relaxed his encircling arms to allow me to slide - and fall - to my knees. The mushroom head of his cock was slimy with precum right there at my face. I missed the presence of his demanding tongue, but his throbbing cock would soon be a replacement. My mouth fell open in total surrender to his manhood. I moaned as it slipped past my lips. After a few passionate thrusts, he slowed down so I could focus on worshiping the cockhead with gentle slurping. It was fat and smooth, a perfect bell shape. Each time the ridge of the mushroom pulled back, I let my teeth carefully graze it with just enough hardness to make him involuntarily jerk in surprised contrast with the softness of my lips. He groaned. He knew I was only teasing him with the hint of a bite as an invitation for him to be aggressive. He made longer strokes so that his cockhead touched the back of my throat. They became faster and more urgent as his grunts got louder. "I'm fucking your mouth, you sweet cocksucker. I'm gonna cum in your mouth." I grunted back a muffled approval. ""You love a cock in your mouth, don't you. You like being taken by a real man, don't you?" I answered by sliding my hands up his hairy body until I reached his large, hard nipples and firmly twisted them. He let go with a primal roar and a selfish thrust of masculine power. My mouth was flooded. I almost choked but swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. After his cock softened I continued to gently sucked the cockhead. When he was calm again, he put his hand under my armpits and pulled me up. His kiss was now gentle. His tongue, once wild and demanding, was now a sweet, smooth visitor. He lapped at my cum covered lips as his heavy, rough hand caressed the back of my neck. Yes, that's what happened - and it happened again - but not just with him. I'll be posting more here at Nifty.org. I'd love to hear feedback from those who share my enjoyment of oral pleasure, giving and getting. NotPublished@yahoomail.com