This happened when I was 20, my girlfriend at the time and I were at different Universities and didn’t get together often enough to keep horniness at bay.
I spent a *lot* of time jerking off. One particularly horny night, while edging myself to some porn, I got so worked up that I convinced myself that I could just get a quick bj off a guy on Grindr - no homo, just a willing wet mouth to help me out.
I set up a quick profile, and it wasn’t long before messages came flooding in with offers to suck me off. But it was the one message that didn’t offer me any pleasure that captured my attention very quickly.
An older guy (50) had sent me a photo of his thick cock and a message - ‘Forget getting sucked, I know what you want - come and gag on this dick like a good boy’.
My eyes lingered on the picture. I took in the spiderweb of thick veins running across his slightly upward curved cock, pulsing from the base of his shaft all the way up and through his foreskin. I imagined what those veins might feel like against my tongue…
I’d had fantasies about sucking a guy before, but only in those horniest minutes of jerking off. Now here I found myself considering getting on my knees for an old guy I hadn’t even met in person. God, I hadn’t even seen his face, just a pic of his, thick, veiny, uncut cock.
And... it looked good.
I hesitated, my cock swelling as I typed my reply. ‘Never done this before haha. I have a gf so... need to be discreet’
His reply was almost instant, ‘I’ll teach you, don’t worry about your gf. Send me your address, I’ll pick you up. Put on some tight underwear’
My heart was pounding as I dropped a pin on my location and pulled on my tightest briefs and Jeans. It was ten minutes before the next message popped up ‘outside - black SUV - Reg number: xxxxxx’
My heart was in my throat as I walked out of my University dorm building and onto the street outside, his car was there, I nervously strolled up to it and knocked. The locks popped open and I slid into the passenger seat.
We made small talk as he drove me to his house. My cock throbbed against my thigh the entire journey, trying to escape the denim of my hastily pulled on jeans.
Once in his house he gave me a glass of water and a reassuring smile, before he told me what he wanted me to do.
‘I’m going upstairs’ he said ‘I’m going to put some porn on my computer and I want you to come with me and get under the desk. Then you’re going to do whatever I tell you to.’
I started to follow him up the stairs.
He pulled off his trousers and sat on his office chair. His grey boxers gave me a clear view of the bulge beneath.
‘Take off everything but your underwear’
I stripped for him as he ran his hands over my smooth chest, when I was in my boxers he turned me around and squeezed my ass, before grabbing me gently by the wrist and pulling me under his desk.
He put on the porn, I could hear the moaning. Then his hand came to the back of my head and pushed my face towards his boxers. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stuck out my tongue and started licking the fabric that kept his cock concealed from my lips.
My dick was raging with excitement, my hand pulled it from my boxers and started stroking.
He pushed me closer, grinding his hardening dick against my face through the now-wet fabric of his boxers. I tried my best to lick the shape of it as it grew, slightly moaning as I worshipped his thickness through his damp boxers.
It continued like this for 5 minutes before he couldn’t take it any longer. He stood up and firmly led me by my wrist into the bedroom.
He pushed me towards the bed.
‘On your knees, back against the bed’ he growled at me.
I complied and kneeled there, like the helpless little slut he was making me, my hard cock still bobbing around half out of my briefs.
He stood over me and pulled down his boxers. Immediately his hard cock slapped down onto the bridge of my nose, he grabbed the base and rubbed the tip of it across my eyes and forehead, slapping me with it occasionally.
‘Wasn’t what you were expecting to be doing tonight, huh?’ He cock-slapped me again more forcefully. ‘Stick out your tongue’.
What am I doing? I thought, as he slapped his hard 50-year-old cock against my quivering tongue. Why is this so fucking hot?
He rolled his foreskin back more and started rubbing his cock side to side against my tongue. I couldn’t help drooling as I kept my mouth open for him to play with.
That was when it happened. He slid his cock into my mouth, shallow strokes at first as I got my first proper taste of dick. I was completely still, shocked that I was doing this.
‘What does your girlfriend do when she sucks you off?’ He said.
‘Ermm, use her tongue and move her head?’ I replied with the head of his cock muffling my words
‘So why aren’t you?’
I started moving awkwardly. Bobbing up and down on the top half of his cock, spit starting to coat his shaft. I tried things like running my tongue along his frenulum and swirling it round his meaty cock head, which he seemed to enjoy.
Every time I tried to use my hands, he pushed them away.
‘Good start, but I think we can do better’. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me deeper.
Suddenly the slight upward curve became a major obstacle, pushing the tip of his solid cock against the roof of my mouth. I gagged as that curve prodded the entrance to my throat, but he held me down. He laughed to himself as he watched me gag and struggle, eyes watering, my throat convulsing around this foreign object suddenly threatening to block my airway.
He laughed ‘now you know how your girlfriend feels.’ With an animalistic grunt, and a thrust of his hips, he pushed my head further towards the base of his dick, his big cock pausing and pushing against my tonsils before ramming with a slick wet pop fully into my throat. I gagged massively and he let go of my head. His cock popped out of me, followed by more spit than I’ve ever seen before. Strings of it coated his dick, my chin, and started running down my chest towards my throbbing dick.
He gave me no time to rest though, lifting up his cock and planting his balls in my mouth. The strings of spit on the tip of his cock started to drip into my eyes.
He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing my thick gag-spit into my eyes, blurring my vision as I started to lick his balls, the thick spit around my mouth quickly making them slippery.
‘Much better’ he said, rubbing his thick pole across my wet face as he let me slurp on his balls.
If you remember, he put my back against the bed, now I found out why. As he slid his wet cock back into my mouth, he stepped forward, pinning me between his groin, legs and the bed.
I can’t move my head! I thought in a panic. Forward was the base of his cock and backwards was the solid wood of the bed frame.
I looked up at him, red, pleading eyes only feeding into his dominant lust. His cock was already filling my inexperienced mouth and he’d only put half of it in.
His hand slapped down onto my forehead, pushing my head backwards at an angle against the wooden bed frame. Then slowly, he ground his hips forwards. I gagged as he met my throat barrier, spit surging up and out of me onto his cock and balls. Then he wiggled his hips side to side as he mercilessly worked the rest of his cock into my throat with a wet pop.
Then rhythmically he began to pump.
With nowhere to escape, my throat was his to fuck as he pleased. He didn’t care that I’d never sucked cock before, I was just a sheath for his cock.
And god I loved it.
He picked up speed, his balls slapped my chin as his cock pummelled my throat with no mercy. Strings of spit run in rivers down my chest, pooling in my navel and even starting to make my cock slick.
I was thankful I hadn’t had anything to eat for 8 or so hours, because the relentless thrusting of his cock would’ve definitely made me sick.
He grabbed my head with both hands now, fucking my mouth like a self-lubing fleshlight. His older thick curved cock brutalising my young throat. Grunting and sweating, he didn’t even bother to tell me he was going to cum.
He pulled all the way back, then smashed his hips forward into my face so hard it bounced my head off the bed frame.
He sounded like an animal releasing its pent up seed.
His cum surged into my battered throat as his first thick rope blasted into my used fuckhole.
He pulled his cock out of my throat, nestling the tip on my tongue as he jerked two more thick, degrading slugs of cum onto my tongue, filling my mouth with his salty essence.
Then he pulled his dick out of my mouth, splat, splat, splat - more warm jizz hit me in the face until he milked the last dribble of it out and shook his dick off over me.
I was shocked at how warm it was on my face, the gluey consistency on my tongue making me fight back a gag.
‘Good boy.’ He groaned, ‘Show me the cum’
I stuck my tongue out and gagged a little as his thick spunk slid a little futher back on my tongue.
‘Swallow’
I rapidly swallowed it down, feeling so fucking filthy as I swallowed the first man’s cum I’d ever tasted.
‘I’ll let you clean up when you’ve finished yourself off.’
And so I kneeled there, naked, covered in spit and cum, breathing heavily and coughing, as I jerked one of the biggest loads I’ve ever blown all over my stomach and chest while he watched
He grabbed me a drink and a towel. ‘We’ll do this again sometime.’ he said
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Thanks for reading this massive block of text if you got this far. This is one of a couple of formative experiences I had with this guy that helped me realise that I like men and women, and I don’t think I’ve ever had an experience like this since I stopped meeting up with this man.
Let me know if you liked the story, I’ve never had the chance to tell people in real life so it’s been fun getting this out.
p.s. I had to delete my old account and story because I forgot a friend followed me!