This is a true story. These are not my lived experiences, but the experiences of a guy i know. Im going to tell it in first person to make it easier for me to keep it right in my head. Some details have been changed to protect the guilty.
It was a monday afternoon, many years ago, i was about 20/21ish, i was browsing FAB but as a single straight male it can be hard, especially when youre so young. I turned off all my filters to see everything. The usual cringe statuses kept cropping up you know the sort. Then one caught my eye. It simply said "come to mine, suck me off, get nothing in return."
Chancer! i thought to myself who even responds to a status like that, who would even agree to that? I clicked into the arrogant SOB profile. No dick pics, a few of a muscular chest, a few headless shots of a man in a tux. Classy at least, and someone who looks after themselves. I clicked out and continued browsing. After clicking into a few other profiles i found myself back in Tux boys profile. I wish there was a way you could see how many people respond to things like that. I clicked out again, why was i thinking about it so much. I wasnt Gay, i wasnt Bi, i wasnt even Bi Curious. I was what they now refer to as "Super Straight." i went back to the advance search, women, 30-40, near me, wanting to meet again. I clicked through a few nothing tickled me. And then i noticed it. The yellow highlight on the mail folder. "new message."
I clicked in, "the good thing about a premium subscription is you can see who all views your profile. Youve been on mine 4 or 5 times this afternoon already. Come over and suck my dick." It was Tux Boy.
"sorry mate, im straight its not my thing i was just looking to see if your confidence was justified. Happy huntning."
"id believe that explanation if it was just one time, but 4 or 5.... your not fooling me."
I ignored him
"look, your curious thats fine. Im not gonna know any of your mates, im not gonna tell anyone. You can either come suck me, or stay curious and have that nagging dobt in your head forever."
a second message came
"come suck me once, if you dont like it fair enough we can go our seperate ways and never talk again. If you do maybe we can make it a regular thing, or you can go find someone to have some mutual fun."
A 3rd
"funny the view count from you has gone up to near 10..."
It had. And i couldnt stop thinking about it. I shouldnt. I wouldnt. I couldnt. Could i?
i messaged back
"mate ive never done anything like this before, ill not be any good, you be as well looking elsewhere."
reply
"yes, but i can mould you besides youve been checking me out all afternoon, thats such an ego boost."
"ok, whats your address?"
we exchanged another couple of messages, i went and brushed my teeth and jumped in my car. My stomach was in noughts, i was nervous as fuck, i cant believe im going to do this.
I arrived at the address and got into the house. There was a bit of a funky smell, he had a pint of beer, becks i think, and it wasnt his first. There was sport on the tele. We exchanged small talk for literally a minute and then he pulled down his trousers and said well thats why youre here. I got down on my knees and leaned in, opened my mouth and took his cock in.
I had nothing really to compare it with only my own and it was pretty similar in size i thought. The bigger side of average. I went up and down on it as quick as i could, being sure to bend my lips back on my teeth, but that was it, that was my technique.
It felt about 3 hours later i heard him starting to groan, his breathing started to get shallow and rapid. Was this it was i gonna make him cum? I felt my own cock start to rise at the thought of this "fuck," i thought to myself "i wasnt expecting that... what does that mean?" He lofted his hand to the back of my head and pushed me down onto his cock, i was so niave i didnt even notice any change in the size of his cock or anything. The next sensation was a gloopy warm, bitter, salty liquid in my mouth. Fuck me it was disgustuing. I wretched a little but he kept his hand on my head, another quantity of his disgustigng cum, then another, and then another. He let out a primal roar and let go of my head. I had no choice but to swallow him down but it was absolutley vile.
He offered me a swing of his beer, which i took, and then i wiped off my face.
"thanks." he said, getting up and pulling his trousers up. "probably best you go now. ill message you later."
I took the long way home my mind racing. i have to admit the intial experience was fun, the arousal i got, was surprising, i was actually into it up until then.. but the cum? It was vile it was disgusting. I swore i could still feel it clinging to the back of my throat. I knew one thing. I was never doing that again. I got home around 2100ish and turned on my computer, the last web page loaded up, FAB. and there it was. The yellow highlight meaning i had a new message. I clicked into my inbox and there it was.
Tux Boy....
to be continued |
