I was new to appreciating other mens cocks.
Id seen them in porn mags and been at least as interested in them as i was in the pussies and asses they were filling.
Id touched a friend mutually and consentually as he guided me and let me feel the joy of a cock growing and him gasping as i learned to stroke him
Id teased the head of a hard cock with my lips and tongue whilst kneeling in a little clearing in a wood late at night before wanking him over the ground
Id taken a bulging hard on into my open wet mouth nervously but eagerly and felt him build to climax only to push me away so he sprayed over my glasses and forehead
And id loved every occasion
But nothing compared with the first time a men, an older man because it almost always has been that way for me, told me, not invited or asked me, but told me he was going to cum in my mouth and id swallow it
It was in that setting that was so much more common back in the 80s or 80s, a public toilet in a park that was used more by men to meet than it ever was by men who just needed to pee.
There was graffiti everywhere. Crude drawings of improbably huge curved cocks spraying cum, offers to meet, dates, times, some crossed out, some updated, and more intimate comments as well as drawings in felt pen of men on stockings or knickers and from as long back as i can remember i was obsessed.
Id go out of my way to go for a walk in that park, always needing to visit the public toilet whilst there. Even in the day it was dingy and squalid, never well maintained but always a source of curiosity and awakened need in me.
Id hope to be alone whilst imagining being met there. Id look at the crude drawings and messages and grow hard in my jeans. Id gently stroke myself and wonder what would happen of someone was there at the same time and have similar urges.
Id gone ten, maybe fifteen times and it was always empty, but often signs of recent use. Cum splatters on the loo seats, sometimes condoms filled and left behind and once or twice worn and cum filled womens knickers left in cubicles.
It was always sordid, sleazy and all the more horny because of it.
Then it happened. I went in one evening and was too busy reading the graffiti to notice i was no longer alone. I was gently rubbing myself at the idea of those written words and the crude cartoon art when a voice let me know i wasnt alone.
"Ive seen you walk in here before"
And
"I bet this isnt the first time youve come to read those invitations is it? "
I was dry mouthed and anxious but i shook my head
"You want those things dont you? You want one of those big cocks dont you?"
He called me boy. I wasnt. I was older than that word might imply but hearing him call me that made me feel excited, made me feel wanton, made me feel that he was right, i needed and wanted cock.
I turned and saw he was perhaps 50, maybe a little older, there were decades of difference between us but he was confident and he was going to decide what happened next i knew.
"You have sucked cock before havent you?"
I nodded "yes" and then i heard a word id not expected to utter come from my mouth "sir"
He laughed, he grinned and then called me a good boy and oh god was i hard
The toilet space was dank and ill lit and when he told me to kneel i did and discovered the cold damp realisation that at least one previous patron had pissed on the tile floor where my knees now where. I did not care at all.
He approached me and unzipped his flies, a bog, stiffening cock was visible as he manhandled it out and pushed it towards my face
He was totally confident. He had every right to be. I had no will, no thought, no idea other than to open my mouth in worship.
As my lips parted and my tongue darted out to stroke the shaft of his gorgeous cock he said very clearly to me
"Im going to cum in your mouth and you are going to swallow every drop of cum i give you. We both know it dont we?"
I nodded.
It was everything i wanted.
I doubt i was a good cocksucker. I believe i am now. Lots of mature men have used my mouth and complimented my cock worship and losing myself in the act of pleasing them, but back then i was newish to it, nervous and inexperienced.
It didn't matter. He took charge, it wasnt gentle, he used my mouth not to softly fill but to ride, to bang, to fuck.
He placed a hand behind my head to guide and control my position and as he fucked my mouth he swore at me, laughed at me, called me degrading names and told me that " this is your life from now on, a cum eating cock sucking bitch"
He was right and i adored him for it just as nowadays i adore every man whose cock fills my mouth and pumps cum into my willing mouth or over my face.
Even typing this now gets me hard.
He didnt linger. He fucked my needy mouth and when he came, which he did holding my face exactly where he wanted it, he pushed his hardness as far into my mouth as possible so the huge explosion of cum hit me at the back of my mouth and and would have made me gag if i hadnt greedily if inexpertly gulped it down.
Anything else simply would not have been enough and him having his way taught me a thing i have never lost since then
Good boys swallow and will always want to be a good boy |
