Where will it go from here?
It had been some time since I was with another guy, but that desire had never left me. Sometimes, I just crave feeling a masculine man pressed up against me. There is a passion, a knowing that only men attracted to other men and cock can know. To not only feel a man's weight on you, his urgency, his need, but to actually want to feel it. To feel him, inside you. So erotic and sensual. To say to him that you want him to fuck you. To say to him that you want his cum. It starts out with an incredible desire. Cock can be so alluring, so sexy, even so beautiful. Seeing it, before it becomes so wonderfully erect. Hanging, inviting, oh, to press your lips to it! The passion, the lust, it can be so overwhelming! I had tried to resist it all, but the urges are so strong.
Sometimes, I still can't believe that I came when he fucked me. Can that desire and knowledge ever leave someone? It is impossible not to want to relive that kind of intense pleasure again. Feeling him push into me, hearing his breathing in my ear. His grunts and moans. The feelings are so intense!
Also, something that only a few very kinky women know, and all cock loving men know, is the desire and the thrill of taking cum! Fuck! Waiting, open mouthed, as he strokes himself. So wanting and waiting to feel him shoot his load on you! To feel it, powerful and sticky, land on your face, your lips, your tongue! It is almost orgasmic, leaving a horny man feeling complete and satisfied. My first time came at a young age...
I was on a massage table, only 18. I can still remember it. Feeling his hands on me, his touch. He made me so hard before he even touched my cock. His touch, so filled with electricity, made me almost tremble with pleasure and throb in anticipation. I was so horny, so curious and craving. He took his cock out for me. It took my breath away. Feeling it in my hand, stroking it. So nervous, but so overpowered by desire, I moved my face closer to it. His full, tight balls, they looked so inviting. His cock, swollen and sexy. I moved even closer and he fed it to me. I knew immediately that I loved it. I loved sucking dick. Feeling it on my lips and fill my mouth. Fuck, it felt so good, tasted so damn good. He pulled away from my lips and started to stroke himself. I couldn't wait to see the thick sperm shoot out of him! He was going to give me what I craved. He was going to "mark" me. Knowing exactly how very addtictive the experience would be. I gasped when I felt the first stream land on my face, then another. Overcome with lust, I dove my mouth back on him. Tasting his cum made me feel almost dizzy. That feeling, that sensation, that taste, that experience... totally addicting!
I masturbated thinking of that first encounter so many times that I lost count. I tried to resist the urges, but my lust and attraction to cock was just too strong. Soon, I was back in the hands of that gay massuer. He remembered me and as I undressed, he did too! Being so close to a nude man, his sexy hanging cock, made my pulse race. Hard and throbbing and on my back, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. It was the sexiest thing ever! I sat up, so horny for him and turned on. I couldn't wait to feel his cock again and stroked him as we kissed again. We were both so hard!
Sitting there, on the edge of his table, I found it so easy to give into the urges. To be gay with him. So much passion, it was all such a turn on. I felt his tongue on mine. With one hand cupping and caressing his balls and the other stroking his sexy, hard shaft, I opened my mouth for him and he kissed me deeply. It was just so sexy and sensual. I loved it. I loved being nude with another man, feeling him on me, feeling sexy, stiff cock. I asked him if I could suck him. He had a slight, sly smile on his face when he answered. He knew that to ask meant that my desire was overwhelming. He knew that I was helpless to those desires. Giving into the passion fully, would come next. He asked me if I liked to fuck. Rubbing his pre cum over his tip and cock's head with my fingers, I told him that I never had before. Truthfully though, after that first time together, I had made a dildo and fucked myself with it, thinking of him! I came so hard, I dreamed of the real thing.
My body felt so sensitive to his touch, I craved it. Almost subconsciously, I craved his sperm. I had tasted it and so wanted more now. I thought about it when I jerked off, it seemed to have such power over me. Did I subconsiouly want it inside me, also? That would be the ultimate, the last step. That be would giving into the urge for cock in the most desperate of ways. To want a man to have me.
He guided me off the table and to my knees in front of his couch. His hands on my waist, he bent me over it. My dick, so incredibly hard, felt amazing as it moved and throbbed. My ass now facing him, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. Spreading them, pulling me open, his tongue found my opening and lapped at it, making him moan with desire. It didn't even know this was something people did, but it felt wonderful and only heightened my desire and need to have him inside me. I could hear his breathing. There was almost an urgency to it. All I could think, my sole focus, was "FUCK ME!" I didn't let myself think of anything else, just that moment. Just giving into the need and pleasure of the moment.
Feeling his trobbing, engorged cock's head on my asshole took my breath away. I thought, "I'm gonna feel him inside me!" "I'm so gay for his cock!" The knowledge was also there that I might come to crave this, too. This too, might become addictive. Was I really going to let men fuck me? Somehow, that was in the back of my brain. The last hold out of that long standing and ingrained idea of what a man's role is and what it should be. "Awwwwh," I bit my lip, hard cock nad just pushed into me. My mouth opened and I gasped as I felt him push deeper. Oh, his sounds! His need! Gripping my waist, squeezing it, moving himself in and out. With each thrust, he pushed me into the couch, making my cock rub against it. His hard dick in me, I came uncontrollably, shooting my load on the cushion and floor. My asshole gripped his cock and squeezed it, spasming from my orgasm. He knew I came, my hands were bracing myself. He knew I came from getting fucked. More pumps, but I was already lost in euphoria and he came inside me. Warm, wonderful cum filled me. I had his cum inside me.
He was older, he knew the feelings and emotions. He too, had a first time. There was nothing more exciting or addicting than the pleasures between two men. I next time I saw him, it was a flood. It was all I could think of, all I desired. I would like to blame it on my age. The horhy raging of young hormones, but honestly, nothing has changed. My lips felt desperate to feel his again and so much more. No need for the massage table anymore, we were now lovers. Tearing off our clothes, feeling his tongue in my mouth made me sigh as I cupped and caressed his ass. I wanted his hole, I was hungry for it, like he had been for mine. He took the position I nad the time before on that cum stained couch. Fuck, how could an asshole look so sexy and inviting? The delicate, brown skinned folds. They drew my mouth like a mouth to a flame. I watched as he pushed his butthole out, then back in. I licked it and when he pushed it out, I sucked on it. Such an erotic, indescribable taste. I loved it! I loved eating ass! No condom, I shoved my dick into him and fucked him til I shot hot cum deep inside him! He layed on the floor and I went down on him. Stroking my hair with his hands, I sucked him and made him cum, too. It was better than my own orgasm. Feeling him shake and then that warm rush. I didn't even think about it, I swallowed it all. Swallowing cum made me feel intoxicated.
Again, it had been some time since those first, amazing encounters. It isn't that the urges and desires left me, only that life seemed to move on and take on more importance. Now, I found myself talking online with a man my own age. He too, knew the incredible, undeniable urges and lusts. He sent me a picture of his cock. It made me breath in and exhale deeply. Thick, veiny and uncut, still under the skin, I could make out his big and well defined head. I easily became lost in the thought of sucking him, of making him cum and getting to taste it. Deep down however, I knew that I also so badly wanted him inside me. I yearned to cry out, "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Sometimes, I still can't believe that I came when he fucked me. Can that desire and knowledge ever leave someone? It is impossible not to want to relive that kind of intense pleasure again. Feeling him push into me, hearing his breathing in my ear. His grunts and moans. The feelings are so intense!
Also, something that only a few very kinky women know, and all cock loving men know, is the desire and the thrill of taking cum! Fuck! Waiting, open mouthed, as he strokes himself. So wanting and waiting to feel him shoot his load on you! To feel it, powerful and sticky, land on your face, your lips, your tongue! It is almost orgasmic, leaving a horny man feeling complete and satisfied. My first time came at a young age...
I was on a massage table, only 18. I can still remember it. Feeling his hands on me, his touch. He made me so hard before he even touched my cock. His touch, so filled with electricity, made me almost tremble with pleasure and throb in anticipation. I was so horny, so curious and craving. He took his cock out for me. It took my breath away. Feeling it in my hand, stroking it. So nervous, but so overpowered by desire, I moved my face closer to it. His full, tight balls, they looked so inviting. His cock, swollen and sexy. I moved even closer and he fed it to me. I knew immediately that I loved it. I loved sucking dick. Feeling it on my lips and fill my mouth. Fuck, it felt so good, tasted so damn good. He pulled away from my lips and started to stroke himself. I couldn't wait to see the thick sperm shoot out of him! He was going to give me what I craved. He was going to "mark" me. Knowing exactly how very addtictive the experience would be. I gasped when I felt the first stream land on my face, then another. Overcome with lust, I dove my mouth back on him. Tasting his cum made me feel almost dizzy. That feeling, that sensation, that taste, that experience... totally addicting!
I masturbated thinking of that first encounter so many times that I lost count. I tried to resist the urges, but my lust and attraction to cock was just too strong. Soon, I was back in the hands of that gay massuer. He remembered me and as I undressed, he did too! Being so close to a nude man, his sexy hanging cock, made my pulse race. Hard and throbbing and on my back, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. It was the sexiest thing ever! I sat up, so horny for him and turned on. I couldn't wait to feel his cock again and stroked him as we kissed again. We were both so hard!
Sitting there, on the edge of his table, I found it so easy to give into the urges. To be gay with him. So much passion, it was all such a turn on. I felt his tongue on mine. With one hand cupping and caressing his balls and the other stroking his sexy, hard shaft, I opened my mouth for him and he kissed me deeply. It was just so sexy and sensual. I loved it. I loved being nude with another man, feeling him on me, feeling sexy, stiff cock. I asked him if I could suck him. He had a slight, sly smile on his face when he answered. He knew that to ask meant that my desire was overwhelming. He knew that I was helpless to those desires. Giving into the passion fully, would come next. He asked me if I liked to fuck. Rubbing his pre cum over his tip and cock's head with my fingers, I told him that I never had before. Truthfully though, after that first time together, I had made a dildo and fucked myself with it, thinking of him! I came so hard, I dreamed of the real thing.
My body felt so sensitive to his touch, I craved it. Almost subconsciously, I craved his sperm. I had tasted it and so wanted more now. I thought about it when I jerked off, it seemed to have such power over me. Did I subconsiouly want it inside me, also? That would be the ultimate, the last step. That be would giving into the urge for cock in the most desperate of ways. To want a man to have me.
He guided me off the table and to my knees in front of his couch. His hands on my waist, he bent me over it. My dick, so incredibly hard, felt amazing as it moved and throbbed. My ass now facing him, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. Spreading them, pulling me open, his tongue found my opening and lapped at it, making him moan with desire. It didn't even know this was something people did, but it felt wonderful and only heightened my desire and need to have him inside me. I could hear his breathing. There was almost an urgency to it. All I could think, my sole focus, was "FUCK ME!" I didn't let myself think of anything else, just that moment. Just giving into the need and pleasure of the moment.
Feeling his trobbing, engorged cock's head on my asshole took my breath away. I thought, "I'm gonna feel him inside me!" "I'm so gay for his cock!" The knowledge was also there that I might come to crave this, too. This too, might become addictive. Was I really going to let men fuck me? Somehow, that was in the back of my brain. The last hold out of that long standing and ingrained idea of what a man's role is and what it should be. "Awwwwh," I bit my lip, hard cock nad just pushed into me. My mouth opened and I gasped as I felt him push deeper. Oh, his sounds! His need! Gripping my waist, squeezing it, moving himself in and out. With each thrust, he pushed me into the couch, making my cock rub against it. His hard dick in me, I came uncontrollably, shooting my load on the cushion and floor. My asshole gripped his cock and squeezed it, spasming from my orgasm. He knew I came, my hands were bracing myself. He knew I came from getting fucked. More pumps, but I was already lost in euphoria and he came inside me. Warm, wonderful cum filled me. I had his cum inside me.
He was older, he knew the feelings and emotions. He too, had a first time. There was nothing more exciting or addicting than the pleasures between two men. I next time I saw him, it was a flood. It was all I could think of, all I desired. I would like to blame it on my age. The horhy raging of young hormones, but honestly, nothing has changed. My lips felt desperate to feel his again and so much more. No need for the massage table anymore, we were now lovers. Tearing off our clothes, feeling his tongue in my mouth made me sigh as I cupped and caressed his ass. I wanted his hole, I was hungry for it, like he had been for mine. He took the position I nad the time before on that cum stained couch. Fuck, how could an asshole look so sexy and inviting? The delicate, brown skinned folds. They drew my mouth like a mouth to a flame. I watched as he pushed his butthole out, then back in. I licked it and when he pushed it out, I sucked on it. Such an erotic, indescribable taste. I loved it! I loved eating ass! No condom, I shoved my dick into him and fucked him til I shot hot cum deep inside him! He layed on the floor and I went down on him. Stroking my hair with his hands, I sucked him and made him cum, too. It was better than my own orgasm. Feeling him shake and then that warm rush. I didn't even think about it, I swallowed it all. Swallowing cum made me feel intoxicated.
Again, it had been some time since those first, amazing encounters. It isn't that the urges and desires left me, only that life seemed to move on and take on more importance. Now, I found myself talking online with a man my own age. He too, knew the incredible, undeniable urges and lusts. He sent me a picture of his cock. It made me breath in and exhale deeply. Thick, veiny and uncut, still under the skin, I could make out his big and well defined head. I easily became lost in the thought of sucking him, of making him cum and getting to taste it. Deep down however, I knew that I also so badly wanted him inside me. I yearned to cry out, "Fuck me, fuck me!"
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