u/DrenchedGooner

It began with a man I knew I was never going to see again.

I had just finished high school and was preparing to move abroad, outside my little Latino corner of the worlf On the outside, I was a shy, quiet teen with zero experience in romance. On the inside, I was a horny void. I spent my nights lost in porn, specifically obsessed with anything involving fluids and cum. I knew I wasn't straight, but I didn't have a label for what I was yet. I just knew I was lustful.

Back then, I lived on Omegle. I’d cycle through the "next" buttons, looking for girls but secretly thrilled every time a cock appeared on the screen. Most men skipped me instantly, but a few stayed when I showed my hairless chest or my ass. I’d make them cum, disconnected and anonymous, and then jerk off to the memory alone in the dark.

Then, I stumbled upon him.

His voice was the first thing that owned me, it was so deep and resonant. We moved to Skype, and soon we had a routine. He’d give me orders, and I’d follow them like a mindless toy. I’d strip, open myself up for the camera, and sometimes, he’d have me drench my skin in various liquids just to watch them drip off me. We also talked about our lives; he was a divorcee living alone, I was a teen about to leave the country.

We knew we were from the same city, but when he told me where he lived, I realized he was just a 15-minute walk away from me. The coincidence was almost too much, and he took that chance to propose a meet-up. I was hesitant at first, but eventually I agreed to it.

The anxiety of that encounter was a cold shiver, but my eagerness for my first real-world taste of a man was hotter. We had set a date for late at night, in order to be discreet. I told him I just wanted to suck him, since I’d had a fantasy about getting covered in cum for as long as I could remember. He didn't push me, but he left the door open for more.

The day of the meeting, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I took a shower to calm my nerves, and as I washed, I found myself teasing my virgin hole, my body trembling at the thought of what was coming. I was heading to a stranger’s house to offer my mouth as a flesh sex toy. I felt so incredibly slutty. I told my parents I was seeing friends and walked out into the night.

When I reached his block, the horniness almost evaporated into pure panic. I turned around, ready to run home, but then the door opened. He called my name in that gravelly voice, and my mouth started salivating instantly. He was standing there in just a robe with a slight, knowing grin. He signaled me inside and left the door open. I walked in, the memories of our Skype sessions sending me into a horny state that took over me.

He greeted me in the living room with a simple, but provocative kiss on the cheek. And just with that, I was fully his. Before he could even finish offering me a drink, my hand was already reaching for his crotch. It was my first time touching a man’s cock, and the warmth of it seemed to melt my entire body. He smiled, took me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom.

He laid back and told me to strip. I was clumsy, my eyes locked on his growing erection. When I finally crawled onto the bed, the anticipation was a weight in my chest. He was already hard, his erection glazing from the spit he was jerking himself with. I took the tip into my mouth, letting the heavy, salty flavor hit my tastebuds for the first time. I got instantly hard too. I started moving, my mouth working that juicy meat, looking up at him as he grabbed my head and started gently pumping into me.

Everything became a blur of sensation. As I was getting lost in the motion, he lifted me up and gave me the most sensual kiss of my life. Then he flipped the script. He descended, his tongue finding my asshole. I moaned like a little whore, and he took that as a green light to fully eat me out. He held me down by the hips, his tongue fucking me until I was lost in a trance.

When I felt the peak coming, I pushed back and got on my knees. I went on all fours, sucking him frenetically, taking him as deep as I could. He started teasing my hole with one finger, and the mix of sensations was too much. I came the second I touched my own dick, my throat tightening around him as I spiraled.

He pushed me back onto the bed and jerked off over my trembling, depleted body. He shot ropes across my face and chest. Huge, heavy loads of manliness that left me in a state of pure ecstasy. I laid there laughing, overwhelmed by the fluids and the feeling of being used.

I felt like his little teenage slut as I laid on his chest afterward. We stayed like that for an hour before the reality of my "curfew" set in. I declined a shared shower, I couldn't go home smelling like fresh soap, I didn't wanna blow my cover. So he led me to the door and said goodbye with one last kiss that nearly put me back on my knees.

On the walk home, I could still taste him. I got home and everyone was asleep. Went into my room and immediately went back to the Omegle to find more erections, the façade of the "innocent teen" completely gone.

We met a few more times before I moved out the country. He even tried to take my virginity once, but I was too tight, too inexperienced. I still took his cum on my cheeks that night, happy to be his mess.

I moved out the country to begin college shortly afterwards, and our calls became less frequent until they simply stopped.

I’m 26 now, living in Europe, but I still use the memory of that night to lose myself in a goon-hole. I don’t have his contact anymore, but every time I’ve visited my home country, I find myself looking for him. I wonder if he’d recognize the shy teen in the man I’ve become—a submissive, drenched slut who finally knows exactly how to let a man use every inch of his body.

It began with a man I knew I was never going to see again.

I had just finished high school and was preparing to move abroad, outside my little Latino corner of the world. On the outside, I was a shy, quiet boy with zero experience in romance. On the inside, I was a horny void. I spent my nights lost in porn, specifically obsessed with anything involving fluids and cum. I knew I wasn't straight, but I didn't have a label for what I was yet. I just knew I was lustful.

Back then, I lived on Omegle. I’d cycle through the "next" buttons, looking for girls but secretly thrilled every time a cock appeared on the screen. Most men skipped me instantly, but a few stayed when I showed my hairless chest or my ass. I’d make them cum, disconnected and anonymous, and then jerk off to the memory alone in the dark.

Then, I stumbled upon him.

His voice was the first thing that owned me, it was so deep and resonant. We moved to Skype, and soon we had a routine. He’d give me orders, and I’d follow them like a mindless toy. I’d strip, open myself up for the camera, and sometimes, he’d have me drench my skin in various liquids just to watch them drip off me. We also talked about our lives; he was a divorcee living alone, I was a boy about to leave the country.

We knew we were from the same city, but when he told me where he lived, I realized he was just a 15-minute walk away from me. The coincidence was almost too much, and he took that chance to propose a meet-up. I was hesitant at first, but eventually I agreed to it.

The anxiety of that encounter was a cold shiver, but my eagerness for my first real-world taste of a man was hotter. We had set a date for late at night, in order to be discreet. I told him I just wanted to suck him, since I’d had a fantasy about getting covered in cum for as long as I could remember. He didn't push me, but he left the door open for more.

The day of the meeting, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I took a shower to calm my nerves, and as I washed, I found myself teasing my virgin hole, my body trembling at the thought of what was coming. I was heading to a stranger’s house to offer my mouth as a flesh sex toy. I felt so incredibly slutty. I told my parents I was seeing friends and walked out into the night.

When I reached his block, the horniness almost evaporated into pure panic. I turned around, ready to run home, but then the door opened. He called my name in that gravelly voice, and my mouth started salivating instantly. He was standing there in just a robe with a slight, knowing grin. He signaled me inside and left the door open. I walked in, the memories of our Skype sessions sending me into a horny state that took over me.

He greeted me in the living room with a simple, but provocative kiss on the cheek. And just with that, I was fully his. Before he could even finish offering me a drink, my hand was already reaching for his crotch. It was my first time touching a man’s cock, and the warmth of it seemed to melt my entire body. He smiled, took me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom.

He laid back and told me to strip. I was clumsy, my eyes locked on his growing erection. When I finally crawled onto the bed, the anticipation was a weight in my chest. He was already hard, his erection glazing from the spit he was jerking himself with. I took the tip into my mouth, letting the heavy, salty flavor hit my tastebuds for the first time. I got instantly hard too. I started moving, my mouth working that juicy meat, looking up at him as he grabbed my head and started gently pumping into me.

Everything became a blur of sensation. As I was getting lost in the motion, he lifted me up and gave me the most sensual kiss of my life. Then he flipped the script. He descended, his tongue finding my asshole. I moaned like a little whore, and he took that as a green light to fully eat me out. He held me down by the hips, his tongue fucking me until I was lost in a trance.

When I felt the peak coming, I pushed back and got on my knees. I went on all fours, sucking him frenetically, taking him as deep as I could. He started teasing my hole with one finger, and the mix of sensations was too much. I came the second I touched my own dick, my throat tightening around him as I spiraled.

He pushed me back onto the bed and jerked off over my trembling, depleted body. He shot ropes across my face and chest. Huge, heavy loads of manliness that left me in a state of pure ecstasy. I laid there laughing, overwhelmed by the fluids and the feeling of being used.

I felt like his little boy as I laid on his chest afterward. We stayed like that for an hour before the reality of my "curfew" set in. I declined a shared shower, I couldn't go home smelling like fresh soap, I didn't wanna blow my cover. So he led me to the door and said goodbye with one last kiss that nearly put me back on my knees.

On the walk home, I could still taste him. I got home and everyone was asleep. Went into my room and immediately went back to the Omegle to find more erections, the façade of the "good boy" completely gone.

We met a few more times before I moved out the country. He even tried to take my virginity once, but I was too tight, too inexperienced. I still took his cum on my cheeks that night, happy to be his mess.

I moved out the country to begin college shortly afterwards, and our calls became less frequent until they simply stopped.

I’m 26 now, living in Europe, but I still use the memory of that night to lose myself in a goon-hole. I don’t have his contact anymore, but every time I’ve visited my home country, I find myself looking for him. I wonder if he’d recognize the shy boy in the man I’ve become—a submissive, drenched slut who finally knows exactly how to let a man use every inch of his body.