Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2024 01:50:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Evil Scout <EvilScout1488@yahoo.com>
Subject: Headbangers Ball  - Chapter 1

Headbangers Ball - Chapter 1

So this is a true story about how I developed a unique fetish. It is not
for everyone, so I won't be offended if you don't read all of the
installments in this series. There are plenty of stories and even entire
categories on this site that do absolutely nothing for me. But I've met
enough guys into this particular fetish over the years, and also talked to
a few guys who are like me, strange as that is, so I know there will be a
segment of readers, small as it may be, who will find this topic
interesting and even exiting. So if you discover that you are one who does,
feel free to reach out to me (my email is posted at the top). I'm actually
hoping to talk to, and even meet, others who are into this, especially if
you are the active type who wants to inflict this fetish on me.

The first time it happened was by accident. I was sucking a buddy's cock
after school like I had been for a few weeks. How that all started isn't
that important, and not really the point of the story. It's safe to say I
was very curious as a young boy, and I had a best friend who had older
brothers and I saw my first porno magazine when I was seven, so I had
figured out that mouths and dicks went together sometimes. And after a few
"practices" giving and receiving, I figured out early on that I preferred
to give head rather than receive it. It wasn't hard to find school buddies
and older boys in the neighborhood who were also curious, and as luck would
have it, they mostly preferred to receive than give. And it didn't take
long before I developed a secret reputation as someone who would rather
give head and who was actually pretty good at it, too. And that's the
fastest way to explain how this all started. But like I said, this is not
the point of my story. I want to write about a strange but very specific
fetish I developed, and over this series of writings, I not only want to
share my experiences and how this fetish developed to where it is today,
but also delve into some of the psychology that explains why I ended up
this way. I'm a smart guy, and still curious about a lot of things, so
learning the science behind it all is rather interesting to me, and I think
you will learn something, too. I haven't damaged my brain enough to turn me
into a drooling retard yet, but I'm kind of working toward that believe it
or not. So I want to write this all down while I still have the capacity to
do it.

Anyway, the first time it happened was by accident. Like I said, I was
sucking a buddy's cock after school like I had been for a few weeks. We
always had to do it quick because we were both afraid of getting caught. We
were upstairs in the bathroom I shared with my sisters and he and I had the
door locked. The bathroom wasn't big, just a tub with a shower curtain, a
toilet, and double sinks with a vanity. There wasn't a lot of room in
there. I was sitting on the floor against the bathroom vanity; he was
standing with his pants around his ankles and his cock in my mouth. Like
most young teen boys, he was horny and he went fast. I sucked for a couple
minutes but he always started thrusting. He wasn't overly aggressive, at
least not on purpose. The best word I can use is urgent. There was urgency
to his actions. He wanted to get off, he needed to cum, he enjoyed having
frequent orgasms and he always said my mouth felt better than his hand. And
since I was into giving head we made a good match. Added to his urgent need
for release, he had that fear of being caught, afraid of that knock on the
door, having to explain to one of my sisters why he and I both were in the
bathroom at the same time with the door locked. So we had to be quick. And
we tried to be quiet, but we weren't always able to keep the noises down.

So I'm sitting on the floor, my back to the bathroom vanity, which had wood
doors under each sink, and some drawers on each side full of makeup, hair
dryers, curling irons, all that stuff my sisters used. There was no room
for any of my stuff. And not much room to give head in there either. But it
was the only room in the house that locked and he felt safest in there, so
that's where we headed most afternoons after school. So with me sitting
with my back to the vanity, he stood in front of me facing the big mirror
over the double sinks. My buddy told me a couple times that he kind of
liked looking at himself in the mirror when he got his cock sucked. With me
sitting on the floor, he said he could barely see the top of my head above
the vanity counter top, so he could easy imagine he was fucking some girl's
face or pussy. That didn't bother me one bit. We were both into girls, and
what we did together after school was mostly out of necessity for him,
because not a lot of girls willingly sucked cock. Plus what we did together
was fun and it felt really good, and it didn't really mean any more than
that.

So I'm sitting on the floor in front of him, my back to the bathroom
vanity, sucking my buddy's cock and he was getting into it and thrusting as
I sucked. I'm known as an aggressive cocksucker, I don't like to just sit
there. I like to suck and thrust my face forward and deep throat and use my
tongue, and apply a lot of suction. So as my buddy would thrust into me, on
his pull backs I would more my head and torso forward. I liked developing a
synchronized rhythm. If you would have seen us, it was like I was sitting
on my ass and rocking forward and back while at the same time he is moving
his hips back and forth. So on his pull back strokes, I move forward; on
his thrusts into me, I'm pushed backward. Now I'm not sure if he was just
super horny that day, or he was lost in some really hot fantasy in his mind
while he watched himself in the mirror, but his thrusts were faster and
harder than usual. And he leaned forward some and put his hands on the
vanity counter and that slight change in position gave his hips more
thrusting power, and the back of my head started hitting the vanity and the
counter top. So as he thrusted forwarded, the back of my head hit the
counter; as he pulled back, I moved my body and head forward. It was only a
few inches, maybe 4 or 5, but my head was away from the counter top far
enough that on his next forceful thrust, I was pushed backwards and my head
hit the counter again. It wasn't hitting that hard, but it was enough that
I noticed it was happening. It didn't really hurt either, it was just very
different than how things usually happened with him. And like I said, he
was slightly leaning over, and that added to his thrusting power, and he
was lost in the pleasure he was feeling, and as I described earlier, he had
an urgency to cum and a need to do it quickly so no one would catch us. All
of that added up to the last minute or two of this blow job being my first
head banging experience. It wasn't intentional on his part. He didn't even
know it was happening. But it sparked something in me. It changed me.

At the time I didn't really have words to describe what I felt. But as this
fetish developed over the years, I have uncovered a lot of feelings and
reasons why this progressed to where I am today. This first time, it
heightened my sense of being used by another person for their sexual
gratification. This went beyond any mutual pleasure. I felt like he just
used me as a hole to get off in. And that excited me. Up until now, cock
sucking was fun and I enjoyed doing it, the feel of cock in my mouth, the
challenge of deep throating, the feel of a cock that throbs during orgasm,
and the feel, smell and taste of cum on my face and in my mouth. There was
enough I got out of it to know I liked giving head, and I guess I saw it as
a mutual thing where we were doing each other a favor. There wasn't any
meaning attached to it. We were just buddies hanging out and doing stuff,
and sometimes that stuff involved me giving him blow jobs. But this time I
was feeling different after we finished. Like I said, I felt used and that
excited me. For the first time I recognized that he was so focused on
himself and his pleasure that he didn't care about me. It was like he
disassociated during those last few minutes when he was thrusting
harder. He was lost in his selfish pleasures and never even noticed my head
was banging the counter behind me. It was like I wasn't even there.

But there was more to it. Like I said, it didn't really hurt, or at least
not while it was happening, as I discovered that I too was lost in the
moment. But why did I experience that same disassociation when I wasn't
getting any pleasure? Or maybe I was getting pleasure in a different way?
It was odd to think about, but I have an analytical mind and I often want
to know the "why" behind actions, feelings, and thoughts. It took a while
to figure out all of the "whys" associated with my head banging fetish, and
I will delve deeper into those in future installments. But this first time
I was just as confused as maybe you are right now. Why would I get pleasure
out of being used in a way that made my head hit a counter top repeatedly
while some buddy of mine shot his cum in my mouth? Pleasure is a
complicated word. It's not just about what feels good. It's more about the
chemicals that get released in the brain, like dopamine and other organic
chemicals of the catecholamine and phenethylamine families. I told you I'm
smart and analytical, but I promise not to get too deep into the weeds
here; we'll save that for later after we explore some of my experiences in
much greater and more vulgar detail. For now, after this first time, brief
as it was, I knew I liked it. I liked that my head was hitting the counter
top. And I knew I wanted more of that.

But it was over too quick. I had already swallowed and my buddy was pulling
up his pants and we didn't talk about what happened. Like I said, he was
oblivious anyway. I knew he had a good orgasm though, because of the
intensity of his final few thrusts, the moan that came from him, and the
way his legs were still shaking as he buckled his belt while I still sat on
the floor with my face at his crotch level. We went to my room and played a
few video games until almost five o'clock, when he had to get going because
his dad came home from work around then and he was supposed to be home. It
was Thursday, so we'd see each other in school tomorrow. So that was it. He
left, but I was still thinking about it. I didn't jack off or anything, as
I was saving that for later when I could watch some porn before bed. That's
what I preferred, anyway. I didn't want or need to get off when I was
blowing my buddy. And he was actually fine with that and even preferred
that I didn't do that in front of him anyway. Looking back, me not getting
any sexual gratification at the same time as he did was just another
building block of this fetish. And it's not hard to figure out that as it
evolved into what it is now, keeping my own sexual gratification separate
from the fetish of head banging only fueled its development.

So, the next day at school, as was our usual standard practice, we said
nothing to each other about what we did after school. It was pretty much a
given we'd walk or ride bikes to my house, unless something came up that
prevented either one of us from hanging out that afternoon. Neither of us
was in sports, so we didn't have practice or games or anything. But there
were family things, dinners, birthday parties, relatives in town,
appointments, and random stuff that just came up from time to time. But
this Friday there was nothing going on, so after school that day he came
over again. And as usual, we went upstairs and locked ourselves in the
bathroom. For a 16 year old teen boy, a blow job maybe lasted 10 minutes at
the most. My buddy didn't have a lot of self-control when it came to urgent
needs, and by now we had done this enough that his body was trained to
expect a quick release at about this same time every day. And I guess I was
like one of Pavlov's dogs; instead of drooling at the sound of a bell, I
started drooling at the sound of him opening his belt buckle and pulling
down his fly. I was in position sitting on the floor against the vanity
before he even had the bathroom door fully closed and locked. I later
developed a term for this, calling it "scrambling" into place. I get so
excited I can't wait for it and I quickly move into position and sometimes
it makes guys laugh that I need and want this that badly and
desperately. But I can't help it, especially now at this stage.

So I scrambled into place and watched him drop his pants down around his
ankles. Sitting on the floor, I always spread my legs wide, so he is
standing between them. This way he does not need to remove his pants and
they can stay bunched around his ankles. It saves time. He was mostly
already hard, and it didn't take more than a minute of sucking to bring him
to a full erection. This is not the part in the story where I lie and tell
you he had an enormous schlong. It was normal, about six inches, and it got
very hard and was completely straight, no curve to it at all. The head was
flared and had a nice ridge, the kind that pulls on your lips when he is on
the back stroke and his cock is almost about to pop out of my mouth. He
must feel the pressure of my lips on the back ridge of his cock head and
uses that as a type of measurement, knowing when he feels that he needs to
stop drawing his hips back and start thrusting them forward again. And I
use it as a measurement too, when I feel his cock head just at the point
where it is about to pop out through my tight sucking lips, that's when I
push myself forward and the back of my head leaves the counter top 4 or 5
inches only to meet his next thrust, and his cock, powered by his hips and
strong leg muscles, goes deep into my mouth again and hits the back of my
throat, driving my head back until my skull bangs the counter
top. Describing it this may makes it sound like we are moving in slow
motion, but this entire process takes less than a second. We eventually get
into a rhythm and it picks up speed and gains in force the closer he gets
toward orgasm. The whole thing, start to finish, is pretty awesome to me,
but it's that frenzied, urgent finish that (pun intended) "drives it home"
for me.

And this need for the rougher banging only intensifies as this strange
fetish evolves. But for now, this is only the second head banging blow job
for me. That first time was quick and a little confusing, but I knew I
liked it and wanted to do more of it. So here I am sucking him to full
hardness and he is starting his thrusting movements. And I'm doing my
signature move where I rock forward on each of his pull back strokes to
meet his thrusts, and the blow job is going along like they usually do. But
at this moment his thrusts just aren't quite hard enough to make my head
hit the counter like he did at the end of yesterday's blow job. So I did
something I never did before during any blow job I've given to him or any
other guy. I stopped, pulled off his cock and just politely asked if he
could fuck my face harder. He said something like, "sure," and he started
with some harder thrusting but still not like he did yesterday. After a
minute I pulled off his cock again, something I hate to do, but I wasn't
getting him to do what he did yesterday and I was getting frustrated. So I
suggested he lean forward more and put his hands on the counter top. Maybe
he didn't realize he did it that way yesterday, so I figured I could remind
him. It worked. Something about that position gave him extra thrusting
power and now his thrusts were hard enough to make my head have contact
with the counter top. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. My head
was banging but it didn't hurt or anything, but it was hard enough that he
noticed this time and he stopped thrusting so hard. He didn't stop
thrusting altogether, his hips were still moving and I was still moving
with him to meet his thrusts, but he lowered the power a bit and I heard
him "sorry." That caused me again to do something I hate doing. I put both
of my hands up on his thighs and pushed back and made him stop thrusting
and let his cock pop out of my mouth. I just said "I like it" and I took
him back in my mouth and he started thrusting again but was still holding
back. So I had to push on his thighs again and pull my mouth off of him so
I could say, "Do it harder like before." He didn't say anything and we went
back at it and he started putting the power back into his thrusting and my
head once again was banging the counter. And I guess he got the message
because he didn't stop this time. He fell into his selfish mode and
concentrated on his pleasure and perhaps the fantasy in his head that he
was fucking some girl from school. I concentrated on the rhythm: the
movement of his hips, the movement of my body rocking forward, the power of
his thrusts driving my head backwards, and the steady, sustained, repeated
banging of my skull on the vanity countertop. I felt mild vibrations
tickling my brain. I can't really describe it any better than that. I've
learned that this tickling sensation in my brain is what happens during a
mild head banging session. Later on, as I got into having this done to me a
lot harder, that tickle would become a tingling, much like an electric
current humming through my brain that, believe it or not, is very addictive
to a guy like me. It would take several more mild head banging blow job
sessions with my buddy before he took me to that higher level of bliss. But
for now, in this moment back then, I was lost in the mild tickling
sensation and the sound of my skull hitting the countertop. A dull thud,
thud, thud, in a steady rhythm while he fucked my face, banging his cock on
the back wall of my throat, concentrating on his own pleasure as he worked
himself toward orgasm. It only took another 3 to 4 minutes until he
climaxed, and it was an even more powerful orgasm than the one he had
yesterday afternoon. His last thrust banged my head nice and hard and my
skull was pinned to the hard counter top of the bathroom vanity as he shot
his cum in the back of my throat. His knees buckled as the last of his
orgasm waved through his body. And I swallowed all that thick teen boy cum
and sucked his cock clean before he pulled his cock out of my mouth and
started pulling up his pants. I sat and stared at his crotch, licking my
lips as he buttoned his cargo pants, pulled up the zipper, and buckled his
belt. When he stepped back I got up off the floor and he unlocked the
bathroom door and we went to my room. We didn't' play video games
though. We just hung out and talked about what we were doing for the
weekend. He was going out of town with his parents. My stepdad had already
told me I'd be mowing the lawn Saturday, and I mentioned something about
taking the girl I was casually dating out to see a movie or something
Saturday night. After an hour or so he took off for home, and we both knew
that Monday he would likely be back here again after school for another
blow job. And I knew I wanted him to be face fuck me hard enough to bang my
head against the bathroom vanity again.

And he did come over on Monday after school, and we did go up to the
bathroom, and I scrambled into place while he locked the door. He stood in
front of me and unbuckled his belt, undid the button and pulled down the
fly and let his pants and boxers fall to his ankles. And before I leaned
forward to take his stiff cock into my mouth again, I said "do it hard like
you did last time." He didn't say anything but I wanted to know that he
heard me and knew what I wanted. I also didn't want to have to put my hands
on his thighs and push on him to stop so I could tell him to do it
harder. I wanted him to know up front. So I paused and looked up at him and
added, "Please?" He just nodded and I started sucking. After about a minute
of strong suction and some tongue action under his cock head to get him
fully rock hard, he leaned over and placed his hands on the bathroom vanity
counter top and started thrusting. My head hit the counter top but I leaned
forward on his back stroke to follow his cock and to get my head in
position to meet his next thrust and he did it hard enough to bang my head
again. Within a few seconds we were into a familiar, established, steady
rhythm. The whole thing was magical to me. Instead of just getting my head
banged for the last couple minutes of the blow job, I was going to get head
banged the entire time today. It was a good fast pace too. I wasn't trying
to count, but I found myself at one point doing just that, and I got up
over 100 and lost my place and gave up on that. I know now that the
standard pace I like is 1.67 head bangs per second. That comes to roughly
100 head bangs per minute. It turns out that's a natural body rhythm, as
the human heart at rest beats at that speed (more science for those who are
curious and analytical like me). So as I said earlier, most teen boys have
a quick trigger and I estimate blow jobs on my buddy usually lasted 8 to 10
minutes at the most. We weren't thinking about edging or "making it last"
at this point. It was all about efficiency and getting the deed done before
one of my sisters wanted to use the bathroom. So even being on the
conservative end of things, that first full head-banging blow job resulted
in my skull banging the bathroom vanity counter top a minimum of 800 times
before my buddy came in the back of my throat. As soon as he was done,
however, I already needed more banging. And while I probably could have
gotten my buddy hard again for another blow job before he left, we always
just stopped after one. He seemed spent and satisfied, and really that's
what was most important: his pleasure and his satisfaction.

Tuesday came and went. No head banging blow job. He had a dentist
appointment or something. I don't remember exactly. He came over after
school on Wednesday, though, and things happened pretty much like they did
on Monday, except I did not have to ask him to do it hard. I didn't have to
say please or beg him for it. Eventually I did have to start begging for
it, and I will explain that in the next installment. Just know they we kept
a pretty regular schedule for several months. But school was close to
ending for the year and between vacations, summer jobs, and dating girls, I
gave him fewer blow jobs, but they got longer and the head banging got
harder to make up the difference. We were both developing a fetish for this
and it was evolving. For me, however, it was becoming more of an addiction
than a fetish, and by the end of this series you will know exactly what I
mean by that.