Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 05:20:59 +0000 From: Mike m Subject: cocksucking coach Teaching people how to give great head was never an aspiration of mine, but I guess I've risen to the occasion. At last count, I've had the pleasure of introducing 16 new cocksuckers to the world. For all you who will benefit from their efforts, I'll accept your thanks some other time. In the short term, I'll keep pumping them out, and hope they meet your expectations. I taught my first one when I was 15 years old. A group of us teenagers were in our local woods' hangout, talking trash, sex and being typical teenagers. There were five of us there, and, inevitably, there was one (I think his name was Tom), who was the weakling of the bunch, and who got pushed around a lot. Dares were traded, bets were made, and, suddenly, Tom found himself in a position of either sucking some dick, or being kicked out of the group. His last gasp at avoiding his fate was that he "didn't" know how to do it, so, I told him I would be his coach. You're probably thinking that he was putting up a false front, that he really wanted to do it anyway. You might be right, but I gave him the opportunity to do it, do it well, and not get the crap beat out of him for being good at it. I guess I am sort of an enabler for people like him. Anyway, Tom got on his knees in front of me, looked curious as I unzipped my Levi's, and then got scared once he saw my prick. Not that it was huge, or scary, just that he'd realized he'd passed the point of no return. Being a cocksucker coach doesn't require that I can do it myself. In fact, I've never done it. Really. I just know what I like, and can communicate what needs to be done very well. With Tom being the first, I had to assume some trial and error, but it worked. Rules were developed that afternoon, collaboratively by the four of us in front of Tom. Yes, after my zipper came down, there were soon three additional cocks bobbing in front of Tom's face. The rules were: Always have them on their knees, whether you are standing or lying down. You owe it to a cocksucker to keep your dick clean. It's part of the bargain, and he can refuse if your hygiene stinks. Once the cocksucker starts, he has to finish. The dick isn't put away until it cums. He has to take it in the mouth, and, he has to swallow. Protect the cocksucker. We all benefit, so it's in our interest to not make him a pariah. He has a role to play. Of course Tom only knew he had a lot of work to do. Bending his head forward, he took me into his mouth. Instinctively I instructed him to combine the use of his lips, tongue and cheeks to make me feel good. Speed was also important. I learned that I liked it relatively slow. A steady rhythm. Later, if faster was preferred, they could take matters into their own hands by establishing the pace with face fucking. I however, wanted a consistent pace. Nothing bothers me more when the pace is really good, and they change it, or they stop for air. Keep it steady. Your job is to please me, not to be comfortable, no matter how long it takes. Tom did pretty well. Since it was my first time getting a blowjob, I didn't have a lot to go on, luckily he was a natural. I'll never forget looking down and seeing his lips stretched around my dick. What a rush! I think in retrospect that it took him about 3-4 minutes to make me cum. I'll never forget the look on his face as he tasted this new part of me. I think he was surprised at the fact that it didn't taste bad, and that the forbidden nature of what he had just done was a powerful aphrodisiac. The rest of the guys lined up for their turn, and Tom went home that night with a full belly of teen cum. Tom serviced all of us throughout high school. We each went our separate ways for college, but I am sure someone out there is enjoying Tom's mouth. Hope you enjoy him! What I wasn't prepared for was my first taste of cock. During college I found a local bookstore with glory holes. I usually went in the afternoons to dump a load. One day I was there and got the attention of a young kid, had to be 15 or 16 that reminded me of Tom. I just wanted to see his lips around my dick and watch his eyes widen when I came in his mouth. I guess I was so intent on having him that he thought I wanted to suck him. I went into a booth, thinking he would go into the adjacent one and blow me. Before I could close the door he had pushed in behind me. Fair enough. I took out my prick, he took out his. We both stroked our rods, me waiting for him to get on his knees. I was surprised when he reached up, gabbed the back of my head and pushed my face down to his dick. I was so surprised that I complied! I kneeled facing his cock. He was impatient now and pressed it against my lips, pushing on the back of my head. He was leaking pre-cum, which I involuntarily licked off my lips. That was all the opening he needed to get the head in and then pushed in several inches. I was so horny I let it go. In fact, he smelled good, his hard dick felt good on my tongue, and he was moaning. I think I kept going because I knew how good he felt and wanted to please him. He began to thrust because I wasn't moving. He thought I wanted to be face fucked, but it was just lack of experience. His head would come out to my lips. I could see the glistening length of his cock in the light of the movie, how it merged into a manly bush of hair, connected to a smooth flat torso. Then the torso and hair would come closer as he moved into the warmth of my mouth again. In, out, in out. At first I thought my mouth was just getting tired, but no, his dick was swelling. I had the presence of mind to realize what that meant, and tried to pull away, but he would have none of it. His hand firmly on my neck, he pistoned his way to an orgasm. I don't think he cared if I needed to breath, he only cared about cumming. I didn't feel any jets of cum that you read about, just that suddenly my mouth was full of really warm, thick stuff. He was shuddering and moaning quietly. I looked at his dick as it came out of my mouth. It was covered with cum and spit. It popped out of my mouth with an audible noise, and sprung up towards his torso, leaving a trail across my nose. Smiling, he bent it down and wiped it across my face. My mouth full of his cum, I bent over to spit it out when he caught my chin in his hand, turned my face upwards, and told me to swallow it. I shook my head, and he tightened his grip on my face, called me a faggot and told me to swallow his sperm. Reluctantly under his spell, I did as he asked, gagging at the streams that were caught on my teeth and would slide down my throat. With a smirk, he stuffed his dick into his jeans and motioned me to stand. He pointed my dick to the glory hole and guided me through to a waiting mouth. The warmth of the mouth made me explode in just a few strokes, and my nameless lover gently stroked my ass while I came in the anonymous mouth. Once I was finished, he turned to leave. I never saw him again, but at least I had followed my own rules that I had set for Tom. They were good, and I hope all of you out there follow them as much as you can. I hope to see Tom someday and return the favors he gave me throughout high school. If you're Tom, email me someday! If you have other rules, let me know!