Recollections of My First Ch. 01

Thinking back to that moment, it's as if I was having my first ever out-of-body experience, as I watched myself slowly sink to my knees in front of him. He stepped forward, and I could see the outline of his bulge pushing against the thin fabric of the shorts he was wearing. I licked my lips, feeling my nerves start to fail. His hand touched the side of my face, and I looked up into his eyes where I expected to see some sort of predatory triumph at having manipulated me onto my knees in his doorway, but all I saw was understanding and an unadulterated lack of judgement.

"It's okay, you can do it" his soft voice said, and that was all my tattered nerves needed to hear.

I tentatively reached up to his waistband and slipped my thumbs behind the elastic while he soothingly continued to run his hand along the side of my face. Ever so slowly, I began to pull his shorts down past his hips, my eyes locked onto the bulge that was getting dangerously closer and closer to freedom.

I revealed the base of his shaft, noticing how he was just as hairless as I was.

I slid the back of his shorts past the curve of his ass, leaving half of his gradually growing cock exposed.

As I began to tug further down, he put his hand under my chin and lifted my face to look up at him, momentarily stopping me from my impending discovery. Looking into his eyes, I saw the lust plainly written in his features and wondered why he had stopped me when I was so close to my coveted prize. His thumb slid up my chin and brushed across my lips, circling them before gently prodding them open. I was entranced, kneeling in front of this man I'd only just met in person a minute before, as he pushed his thumb into my mouth, and my mouth instinctively took over, sucking it further in. With his free hand he quickly pushed his shorts the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, all the while holding my gaze.

"You're about to suck your first cock" he whispered. "Are you excited?"

Shivers wracked through my body, and I could only whimper and nod in response, still desperately sucking his thumb.

Slowly and deliberately, he pulled the digit from my mouth and released the pressure from my chin, allowing my gaze to drift down towards his nearly rigid tool. I immediately felt my mouth start to water as his cock came into focus just inches away from my face. I reached up hesitantly to grip it, and marveled at how soft and warm it was, yet how hard it felt. God, it feels so heavy! I inwardly exclaimed. When I wrapped my fingers around his impressive shaft, I felt his dick twitch in my hand. Only later would I look back and realize how I hadn't noticed that my fingers couldn't touch while holding it.

Being circumcised myself, this was the first time I'd ever gotten a close look at an uncut cock, and I was captivated as I watched his mushroom head poke out from beneath his hood each time I slid my hand towards the thick base. Seeing a glistening drop of precum ooze out of the tip, I unconsciously licked my lips and leaned forward, wanting nothing more than to taste him just then. With one last look up at Ryan, I swallowed the lump in my throat and leaned further in, my tongue snaking out to lick the tip of his leaking cock.

My body went into auto-pilot at first contact, and my high-strung nerves suddenly melted away into the ether. My tongue swirled its way around the fat head of his cock, lightly tickling the sensitive ridge underneath. Images of all the best blowjobs I'd ever received zipped through my head, and I was determined to make sure this was one he'd remember. I held him steady, then kissed his dick up and down its entire length like it was a long lost lover, then repeated myself on the other side. Here I was on my knees making out with a thick veiny cock for the first time, and I felt better than I had in months.

My unwitting teasing of his engorged erection must have been too much for Ryan, because he gently yet firmly put his hands onto my head and pushed me back. I looked questioningly up at him.

"Open your mouth" he ordered, which I obeyed happily.

He shifted his hips forward, and I felt the soft spongy head of his cock briefly make contact with my chin. I started to look down, but he increased his grip on my head in what I took to be a quiet command to remain still.

"You're too fucking sexy, I need be inside that cute little mouth of yours" he stated, and without any further discussion he slid his perfect dick into my waiting mouth, his girth stretching my lips around him. We both moaned at the same time, him from the pleasure of my warm wet mouth, and me from hearing his words.

He just stood there for a moment, allowing me to get used to having to breathe through my nose while his manhood blocked my main airway. Giving me those few seconds to adjust, he slowly began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth, still holding my head steady.

He's fucking my face! Holy fuck, he's fucking my face!!!

I just knelt there as he started to pick up his pace, taking immense pleasure from the fact that this man was quite literally using my mouth for his own enjoyment.

After what seemed to me like a delicious eternity but was realistically more like a minute or two of short, quick thrusts, he slowly pulled out just enough to allow the head of his cock to rest on the tip of my tongue and he relaxed his grip on my skull. I looked up at him questioningly, my mouth dutifully remaining wide open as he'd instructed.

"My god, your mouth feels so fucking good" he told me, taking his cock in hand and hefting it to bounce on my tongue with a few light slapping sounds. "Do you want to try to take it all the way into your throat?"

I felt my own poor cock jump at the thought, and in that moment I wanted nothing more in the world than to gobble up his glorious tool and never let it out of my mouth again. In response, I wrapped my lips around the squishy tip in front of me and gently sucked, my tongue sliding forcefully beneath his foreskin and dancing lazily around his thick mushroom head. I nodded up at him, all the while never taking my eyes from his.

He closed his eyes and moaned quietly. "Fuck Ben, you are the hottest little cocksucker."

My heart jumped with pride at his dirty praise, and I leaned forward slightly to take more of him into my mouth.

One of his hands brushed my cheek affectionately. "Try and go as deep as you can. When it hits your throat, just relax and remember to breathe through your nose" he coached me, and I was already leaning into him further. I would take his entire length down my throat if it was the last thing I ever did.

Placing my hands on his hips for support, I quickly felt his cock touch the back of my throat and was alarmed to see how much more of his thick pole I still had to somehow manage to swallow. Breathing deeply through my nose one last time, I pushed myself forward all at once. Immediately my gag reflex responded forcing me to instinctively pull back from his cock and gasp through my mouth, momentarily forgetting to use my nose.

His fingers ran through my hair reassuringly. "Take it slow, you're doing great."

Hearing his words of encouragement, I looked up at him and couldn't help but smile. "I don't think this thing is going to fit all the way in" I told him ruefully, barely more than a whisper and my first coherent words of the evening.

He smiled back in response. "You just need practice. Once you learn to relax your throat, you'll be able to take much bigger cocks than mine easily."

Not fucking likely. And who the hell said anything about other cocks?! Outwardly though, I just leaned in and kissed his dick. "If you say so."

"I do say so" he replied. "Now open that mouth of yours and try again."

I obliged happily, leaning back in to inhale his musk and accept his swollen member back into my eager mouth. My jaw was now pleasantly and perfectly comfortable accommodating his thick shaft and I loved how warm and hard he felt. Picking up where I left off, I stared at the remaining length and was determined to try my best to take it all the way for him.

Just before I could make my next attempt, his voice floated down to me from above. "Stay still. I'm going to push my cock into your throat, so you can just focus on relaxing for me. Ready?"

I couldn't exactly nod or voice a response, my mouth fully occupied as it was, so I just hummed a quick "mmhm" around his cock.

With that, I felt his hands more firmly press against the back of my head as he leaned forward, the pressure in the back of my throat building into panic as my body reacted to the invader that was restricting my ability to breathe.

"Relax, breathe through your nose, remember?" Ryan coached.

My brain latched onto his voice and those words, and I managed a short inhalation of sweet air through my nostrils before I felt something shift in the back of my throat and his fat cock began sliding further into my skull.

"Mmm, see? I knew you could do it!" he exclaimed; my face now fully impaled.

Even if he hadn't been filling my esophagus with his delicious meat, I wouldn't have been able to breathe with my mouth full and my nose squished firmly against his pelvis. My vision began to blur from a combination of the tears now welling in my eyes and the lack of air as he held my face against his body. With my hands on his hips, I felt his muscles flex causing his mouth-watering cock to throb briefly before he relinquished his hold on my head and allowed me to slide messily away to sit back on my heels. I gulped in as much air as I could, noticing a string of saliva connecting my mouth to his glistening cock that stretched and thinned before finally breaking to hang lazily from his tip.

With chest heaving and through watery eyes, I looked up to see him smirking down at me.

"See, I knew you could take it all!" His voice was filled with both pride and lust. "I'm not going to last much longer, so where do you want my cum?"

I realized then that I hadn't quite thought that far and just mumbled a shy "uhmm..." in response. We had talked about this during our relentless sexting, but in those fantasies he would cum wherever he wanted whether that was in me, on me, or a healthy mix of both.

Seeing my indecision, he politely chose for me. He reached down with one hand to grip his slippery cock and began to stroke the entire impressive length. "I'm going to paint that pretty face with my cum. Your very first blowjob is going to end with a warm, sticky facial so you can remember how slutty you were for your first time. Is that what you want?"

I barely registered anything past "paint that pretty face with my cum". I was hypnotized watching this Adonis of a man jack off his powerful cock just inches from my face, and in that instant, I wanted nothing more than to please him. Using the last ounce of willpower I possessed, I tore my eyes from his godly sex and looked up once again. As if in a dream, I saw myself open my mouth wide and let my tongue hang out in front of him like I'd seen so many times before in porn.

That moment of slutty acceptance was all it took because his eyes rolled back in his head and a low guttural moan escaped his lips. His arm stopped moving for a second, his hand forming a death grip around his angry cock.

He abruptly released his hold and I felt the first shot of burning seed splash forcefully against my cheek. I flinched at the contact but immediately felt another jet hit me just above my eye, followed by another that found it's way onto my tongue. Eyes closed, I basked in the amazing feeling of each subsequent stream as he continued to plaster my face and tongue. His seemingly endless eruptions began to slow, and I felt his still throbbing cock slide past my lips to deposit the rest of my wonderful prize directly into my mouth.

I couldn't help but moan around him, my carnal need to please him giving me so much mental pleasure that my own dick felt like it was about to burst. I gently swirled my tongue around his soft flesh, feeling the last of his load ooze down my throat and loving the bitter yet slightly sweet and salty taste of this other man's cum. It was like a drug to me in that vulnerable moment of my life, dangerously delicious.

Gasping, he finally stepped back and pulled his softening dick out of my mouth with a slick pop, and I had to mentally stop myself from pouting. I could feel the warm gooey mess that was covering my face as the weight of it all began to drip down, some sliding down past my chin to land on my shirt while other ropes snaked their way past my upper lip and onto my tongue.

Miraculously, I felt that one of my eyelids had escaped such heavy bombardment relatively unscathed, so I hesitantly opened it to see what was left of the world.

"Holy fuck, I haven't cum that hard in a very long time" Ryan managed, still trying to catch his breath. "Goddamn, you look so fucking hot right now."

I beamed up at him, feeling almost giddy hearing him say that. With a mind of its own, my tongue snuck back out to scoop up yet another glob that I could feel running past my lips.

Picking up his discarded shorts and tossing them over to the couch, he leaned down and offered me a hand up. My knees groaned in protest as I stood on shaky legs, clearly not used to being forced to kneel for any length of time. He wrapped his arms around my waist seductively and pulled me close. We were roughly the same height, but the gesture made me feel oddly small.

"Why don't you go clean yourself up in the washroom and I'll go make us some drinks" he said, nodding towards a side hallway to indicate where I'd find it. I nodded my agreement and wondered just how ridiculous I must look, one eye glued shut with his seed.

As I stepped away from him and moved towards the hallway, he tapped my shoulder and stopped me. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked, one eyebrow raised expectantly?

I had no idea what he wanted and opened my mouth in confusion. Did he want me to kiss him or something? As crazy as it sounds, kissing another man was the line that my curious, addled mind had drawn in the sand. I wasn't gay.

He pointed down towards the floor. "Your shoes. You should probably take off your shoes now, don't you think?" And there was that fucking smirk again. I felt my face flush behind curtains of cum, and hastily bent down to untie my laces.

I flinched, feeling his hand reach out to caress my ass and give it a playful slap. "That's my good little cumslut."

I glanced back at him sharply, embarrassed beyond belief, and he just laughed and gave me a knowing wink before walking fully nude into the kitchen.

Once I made it to the relative safety of the washroom, I closed the door behind me and released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. Did that actually just happen?

I couldn't believe how the night was beginning to unfold. With my one good eye I checked my phone to see that it had only been half an hour since I knocked on Ryan's door and from his demeanor, I could tell that we were only just getting started. I pushed myself away from the door to assess the damage so to speak and had to stifle a laugh as I saw my reflection in the mirror.

The only time I'd ever seen so much sperm covering another human being was in porn where multiple guys were shooting their loads all at once. I knew it was a lot when I felt it happening, but fuck, it was something else entirely to see it for myself.

As I began scrubbing the evidence of my depraved actions from my skin, I couldn't help but think how maybe next time I should opt for swallowing his entire load instead to save me from this goopy mess.

Already thinking about the next time... Who the hell am I right now?

Reaching over to grab a hand towel off the rack next to the sink, I was reminded of the toy I still had lodged in my ass that had been temporarily forgotten. I hadn't noticed before, but now that all other distractions were absent, I could feel a tingling sensation shooting through me, originating from the silicone plug and firing straight into my still straining dick.

I placed my hands on the edge of the sink and closed my eyes to try and collect my rampaging thoughts. Was there still a single line I wouldn't let him cross? Was I actually gay, or was this still just an innocent exploration of my not-quite-straight sexuality? Did I truly want to take this night further and see what happened, knowing full well I couldn't take any of it back?

Opening my eyes and standing up straight, I knew I couldn't stop what was about to happen. I didn't want to stop it. I hadn't felt this good in a very long time, and even if we behaved ourselves and just hung out fully clothed for the rest of the night, I'd be content.

But fuck, I hope there's more.