The head of his cock felt so good nestled in the back of my throat. It seemed to speak to me in a magical way encouraging me, showing me how much I pleased it with it's ever growing hardness, comforting me and making me feel good about what I was doing. I felt as though I had surrendered myself to his cock, or had I surrendered to my desire for it? I felt sure that at that moment the only thing that mattered was pleasing, making my mouth the perfect place for it. All other thoughts, fears, and inhibitions left me. I actually felt proud of being able to take it all!īy now I had settled into a regular rhythm. The feeling of going from having my lips gently hold the head of his cock to sliding it all the way down my open throat made me feel really good. After just a few minutes I was completely relaxed and able to take the whole shaft down my throat until my face was buried in his jeans. With every moment it became more natural and effortless.
I would never have guessed that sucking another man's cock would be like this! The more I gave in to pleasing it, the more pleasure it returned to me. The more it filled my mouth the better I felt It excited me, calmed me, and fulfilled me all at the same time. My lips wrapped around the shaft tenderly, wanting more of it, even though it was still getting harder as I sucked. I started to bob my head automatically, taking a little more of it into my mouth with each stroke. I could feel my mouth getting wetter and my own cock getting harder by the minute. As I caressed it with my tongue I could feel it get harder in my mouth, somehow encouraging my to do more and more. Every little detail of his cock felt wonderful. I was just as surprised to find myself exploring it with my tongue, swirling it around the head and the silky foreskin.
It felt firm, but smooth and soft with a slightly salty taste. The head of his cock slipped into my mouth without any effort at all. I had nowhere to go and no time to think, I just closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I was still sitting on the crate with by back to the wall. My first thought was that I couldn't imagine anyone being able to get something that size in their mouth. His cock was huge, and it wasn't even hard. He reached in and pulled out his cock and said "why don't you suck this?" I was in complete shock. I was still thinking about what he just said when he stood up in front of me and started unzipping his jeans. I didn't know anyone who had ever been in jail, much less had another guy suck his cock! I was grateful for the darkness as I felt myself blushing from what I just heard. This shocked and scared the hell out of me. He told me that when he was in jail he used to get this one guy stoned and then he would suck his cock for hours. I felt much more comfortable now.Īfter giggling and relaxing a bit he suddenly announced that pot made him very horny. I said sure and we sat down on some crates and he fired up a nice sized joint. We chatted for a while and then he asked me if I wanted to smoke some pot with him. Definitely from the other side of the tracks. He was much taller than me, and very muscular and somewhat intimidating. To my relief, he spoke in a friendly tone, explaining that he made a mistake on the schedule too, and introduced himself as John.
In my surprise I said hello and asked him if he was waiting for the bus too. I rounded the corner and was startled to find a man standing at the side of the building. Not much to do here for the next two hours, I thought as I paced around in front of the building. The bus wasn't due for another two hours. I was a little drunk and stoned, and realized, after checking the posted bus schedule in the semi-darkness, that I really screwed up. Some friends hurriedly dropped me off at the bus station in the middle of northern New Jersey, anxious to get back to the party they just left.