Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2003 08:18:06 +0000 From: Jonathan H. Subject: A Cocksucker's Training, Part I I am a cocksucker. Not just a gay man or something, but an honest-to-god cocksucker. For me, there are few things better than getting down on my knees and givng a long intense blow job to a hard cock. Who the cock is attached to isn't that important, nor where. All that matters is cock, and the reward of a nice load of cum at the end. Learning this was a long and slow process, one that was helping along by a few men in particular. This is the story of how I learned to be a cocksucker, and the men who helped me down that path. I first met Kevin on-line. We had chatted once or twice before we finally met--his profile was pretty straight-forward, giving his stats. There was a slight hint of what would happen later in the last line, "sometimes some kink can be good." I IMed him first that night, asking what he was up to. Like me, he was just hanging out looking for fun. We talked a bit, then I asked if he wanted to come over for a blow job. He said he would come over, but he was clear that he wouldn't necessarily let me suck him off if we didn't click. I thought that was a little odd, but didn't think much of it. I was horny enough that I didn't really care, and certainly his description made me hungry for his cock. His profile said he was 5'10", 175lbs, worked out, and "nicely hung." He was over in about fifteen minutes; we went into my living room. One in my living room, he looked me over. I was wearing just a tank top and a pair of shorts, it was able to show off my body quite nicely. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. The t-shirt was perhaps a size too small for him, it showed off his well-developed chest, and his tight stomach. He didn't have a six-pack, but he clearly worked out a lot, and even through the white t-shirt, I could see that his chest and stomach had a light covering of hair. Because of the jeans, I couldn't tell much, but at least from his profile, the jeans should have been straining to contain a nice heavy piece of meat. "Take off your shirt," he told me. I was taken aback by the tone of voice, it was a commanding voice. Before I even knew what I was doing, I had taken off my shirt, letting him check out my chest. He reached out and grabbed my pecs, giving them a good squeeze, then ran his hands over my abs. "You'll do nicely guy. Very nice," he said. "Thanks. I work out a lot." "I can tell. So, why don't you get down on your knees, and you can get started?" Again, something about him, his combination of cocky masculinity and commanding voice made me do it before I even thought about it. I kneeled down in front of him, my face right on level with his crotch. I looked up at him; he was looking down at me, smiling. "Don't be a tease. Go ahead," he said. I unbuttoned the top of his jeans, exposing a thick patch of pubic hair. Then I undid the rest of the buttons, exposing the base of a thick shaft. Gently, I reached in, feeling how warm and alive the shaft was and pulled it out, adjusting his balls at the same time. I kneeled there and just stared for a bit -- although it wasn't the biggest cock I had ever seen, even soft, it was impressive. About five inches long, and thick, it hung there with a quiet authority. I tried to go down on it several times, but each time, I pulled back just to look at it some more. It occured to me that I was just bowing down before his cock. It must have done something for him, because his cock stiffened slightly as I did it. However, I think he was also impatient to get on with it, because a few moments later he said, "Hey, cocksucker. Are you just gonna stare at it? Or are you gonna suck my cock?" His voice broke my reverie, and I realized that a small drop of pre-cum had formed at the tip of his shaft. I leaned in and licked it off. I think it was just coincidence, but there was a small spark between us at that moment. It was one of those sparks you get by scuffing your feet across carpet. It didn't hurt much, but somehow, it made his cock even more impressive. "You see, it even shoots sparks sometimes," Kevin said -- he must have noticed it as well. "Dont let it scare you. Just keep on working on it." I went back to licking the cockhead, running my tongue over his piss-slit, trying to get the last drop of pre-cum out of it. "Keep on going, take it all into your mouth cocksucker," Kevin said. I looked up at him. He was smiling at me, waiting for me to give him more pleasure. I obliged him, and started to go down on his shaft. His cock was slowly stiffening under my attention, growing longer and thicker in my mouth. It was thicker than most cocks I was used to and it filled my mouth in a way I didn't quite expect. I had to stretch my jaw open to be able to accomodate it. After a few minutes of working on his cock, he had gotten completely hard. His description was accurate -- he was nicely hung, about 8" long, and thick, maybe 6" around. With each thrust of his hips, I could feel his cock head hitting the back of my throat. At this point, I didn't have much experience servicing a guy's cock, and it was all I could do to keep from gagging, just from feeling his cockhead on the back of my throat. He seemed to sense it, and backed off a little from his thrusts, but still managed to keep my mouth full of his shaft. Even though I was a little uncomfortable; between stretching my mouth open to accomodate his shaft, trying not to gag when he penetrated too deeply, and feeling my legs cramping up from kneeling too long, it had been a long time since I had felt this turned on. I wanted to keep on sucking his cock, to keep on pleasing him. When I looked up, his head was tilted back slightly, a big smile on his face. I nearly shot my load right then, without even touching my dick. But I didn't; this time I wanted him to get off first, too shoot his load into my mouth. "You want my load cocksucker?" he asked, looking down at me. My mouth was full of his cock, all I could do was nod in agreement, hoping -- or even praying -- that he would give me a big load of his balljuice. "Good cocksucker," he said in response to my nodding, "Don't worry. You'll get it soon enough. I just want to enjoy this a little longer." He put his hands on the back of my head, and began to slowly guide my mouth up and down his shaft. It felt like he was trying to get to know my mouth, guiding his stiff shaft into various parts of me, probing my strengths and weaknesses. I could feel his cock rub against my cheeks, against the roof of my mouth, along my teeth. He was exploring, trying to decide where he was going to plant his seed in me. This continued for a few minutes, until I could feel his breathing growing strained, and his cock harden slightly in my mouth. "You ready for my load cocksucker?" he asked. I nodded as best I could, between his cock deep in my mouth and his hands on the side of my head. "Good, because it's coming soon. It's going to be a big one." He forced my head down on his cock a little harder, a little faster. I could feel his balls tighten, his hands clench. And then he shot. I wasn't at all prepared for the force of the first volley; it hit the back of my throat square on and slid down without me even swallowing it. For the next spurt, he pulled out a little, letting it slide all over my tongue. I was surprised at how sweet his cum was. I quickly swallowed it, getting ready for the next spurt. He stroked his cock in and out of my mouth, each time giving me a little more cum. I didn't swallow it, instead savoring the taste. As he finished cumming, he pulled out of my mouth. "Let me see my cum," he said. I opened my mouth, trying to keep the jizz from dripping out. "Nice work cocksucker," he said. "Now you can swallow it." It took a few swallows to get it all down, but I did it. "Fuckin' a. Love watching a cocksucker swallow my dick snot." He stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and zipped up. "Thanks man. We need to do this a lot more often." I started to get up, but he motioned for me to stay kneeling. "I can let myself out cocksucker. Just savor my jizz for a bit." He walked out, leaving me kneeling on the floor, the taste of his cum still in my mouth. As soon as I heard the front door close, I pulled out my cock and beat it furiously, shooting a massive load all over myself. --- Author's note: This is the first part of a (mostly) true story. It's also my first attempt. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. As well as any guys who can continue my training.