I never planned on sucking dick. Not once in my twenty-eight years did I picture a man's cock in my mouth, but there I was on my knees in his apartment, the taste of his precum already on my tongue and my own cock throbbing in my jeans like it had a mind of its own.
It started at the bar after work. I was nursing a whiskey when this guy sat down next to me. Tall, broad shoulders, dark stubble. He bought me a round without asking and we talked about nothing for an hour. When he said he lived two blocks away and had better booze, I followed. I told myself it was just drinks. My heart was already pounding when he closed the door behind us.
He didn't waste time. Pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, tongue pushing in. I kissed back before I could think. His hand went straight to my crotch and squeezed my hard cock through my pants. "Been wanting this all night," he growled. I didn't say no. Instead I reached for his belt and yanked it open. His cock sprang out, thick, veined, already leaking. I wrapped my fist around it and stroked once, feeling the heat and weight of it.
"Get on your knees," he said. I dropped. The floor was hard but I didn't care. His cock was right in front of my face, the head shiny with precum. I opened my mouth and took the head in. It was smooth and hot. I licked the slit, tasting salt and musk. He groaned and pushed deeper. I gagged a little but kept going, sliding more of him in until my lips stretched around the shaft.
I sucked like I was starving. Sloppy, wet sounds filled the room. Spit ran down my chin onto my shirt. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth in short thrusts. "That's it, take that cock," he said. I moaned around him, the vibration making him twitch. My own dick was leaking into my underwear, untouched.
He pulled out after a minute and told me to strip. We both got naked fast. He pushed me onto the couch on my back, climbed over me in sixty-nine position, and shoved his cock back into my mouth while he swallowed mine. The sudden wet heat around my dick made me thrust up. I sucked him harder, trying to take him deeper, gagging when the head hit the back of my throat. He was bigger than I expected and it hurt a little, but the ache just made me hornier.
We stayed like that, sucking each other, the room filled with wet slurping and heavy breathing. I could feel his balls tightening against my nose every time he pushed in. He pulled off my cock and said, "I'm close. You gonna swallow?" I nodded with his cock still in my mouth. The thought of his load shooting down my throat made my own balls draw up tight.
He started thrusting faster, fucking my face. I held still and let him use my mouth.
Saliva everywhere, my jaw aching, but I didn't stop. His cock swelled and then he grunted, pushing deep. Hot, thick cum flooded my throat. I swallowed on instinct, the first spurt going straight down, the next ones filling my mouth. It was salty, bitter, thick. I swallowed again and again, not wanting to waste any. Some leaked out the corner of my mouth but I licked it up when he pulled out.
He wasn't done with me. He flipped around, jerked my cock a few times, and I came hard across my own stomach, ropes of cum hitting my chest. He rubbed his softening cock through the mess on my face, smearing it, then pushed two fingers into my mouth so I could taste both of us.
We lay there breathing hard. I had just swallowed my first load of cum from another man and my cock was already twitching again at the thought. He looked at me and grinned. "Round two in ten minutes. This time I'm fucking your ass."
I stayed the night. By morning I had swallowed him twice more and let him fuck me over the kitchen counter. My throat was sore, my ass was sore, and I couldn't stop smiling. That first taste had changed everything. I was already thinking about the next time I'd get on my knees and take another man's cum straight down my throat.
