Straight Cocksucker: 1st Time Anal
Explore a captivating journey of self-discovery in ‘Straight Cocksucker: 1st Time Anal.’ Join a curious protagonist as he navigates his deepest desires and ventures into uncharted territory. This steamy tale promises to ignite your imagination and challenge perceptions, making it a must-read for those who crave authentic and unexpected encounters.
Summary: Married cocksucker has crazy submissive night including anal.
Thanks: To Robert, Wayne and goamz86 for editing.
Straight Cocksucker: First Time Anal
Once you have crossed the imaginary line between straight and gay, once you drop to your knees and fish out a stiff rod from a stranger’s pants, once you have had a cock in your mouth, once you’ve swallowed a load of cum…there is no going back.
Although relatively happily married, to a relatively good woman, I always crave cock.
At first I would feel guilty after I served a stranger, his aftertaste lingering in my mouth long after the deed was done, yet the reality is I no longer believe I am cheating on my wife. I am not getting oral sex, I am not fucking another man or woman, I’m not eating another woman’s pussy, I’m simply sucking cock…something I can’t do to my wife.
Instead it’s simply a secret I don’t share with my wife.
So every time I’m away on business, which is often, I’m craving cock.
I had only sucked a few cocks over a few months when I could no longer deny that I loved being a cocksucker.
I was at a downtown hotel, in a city far from home, without a car, when I put an ad up on Craigslist:
Married cocksucker
Looking to come to you, drop to my knees and drain your cock.
I love to swallow.
Age and race doesn’t matter…just have a big load of cum for me.
Eager cocksucker.
After an hour without a response, which was a long time, I was getting disappointed when I finally got one.
Hey cocksucker,
I’m eighteen and looking for a faggot to face fuck.
I have a seven inch cock that is made to worship.
I expect a response in five minutes.
P.S: Here is a picture for you to drool over.
I clicked on the attached photo and my mouth instantly watered. It was thin and long and looked completely appetizing.
I read the response a dozen times. The name calling, the blunt expectations, his age and his cock had my own cock busting in my trousers.
I wasn’t used to such responses, the arrangements usually an agreement between a guy wanting to shoot a load and a guy wanting to swallow one.
That was what I loved about cocksucking. There was no romance, no mind games, no real names exchanged, just sex. Men saw sex as getting off, nothing more, nothing less and that usually made it incredibly easy to find someone.
I responded:
Hi sir,
You have a gorgeous cock.
I’d love to meet up and be your cocksucker.
Can you host?
After I sent it, a rush of excitement coursed through me, like it usually did when I felt that a meeting was possible. I hadn’t sucked cock in a couple of months and was definitely going through withdrawal.
His response came an excruciatingly slow ten minutes later.
Cocksucker
I knew you would love my cock. All you married cocksuckers do. My chemistry teacher devoured it just yesterday after school in his classroom.
I can’t host since my parents are home…but I can meet at a gas station with a great corner stall or I can come to you.
But hurry up, I got a party to go to and would like to shoot a load in some married faggot first.
I again read and reread his response. He was still in high school, he still lived with his parents, there were so many red flags that I should have quit then and there. Yet, logic wasn’t running my mind at the moment, lust was.
I responded:
Sir,
I don’t know the city well. Do you know a safe spot downtown?
A couple minutes later, he responded:
Cocksucker,
Are you at a hotel?
Shit, I sighed. In all my encounters I always went to them, always worried about my true identity somehow being compromised. Yet, with no other opportunities popping up yet, I was incredibly desperate to have a cock in my mouth…feeling like a crack whore waiting for her next fix.
I responded:
Yes, sir.
I wasn’t sure I would actually give him my hotel room number but by answering I had definitely opened the door.
A couple of minutes later, I got another response.
Cocksucker,
Hotel and room number now!
I stared at the order. I had never hosted, never even considered hosting. Yet, I was craving cock and somehow his dominant persona was turning me on.
Before I could consider the consequences of such a decision, I texted him the hotel and room number.
As soon as I sent it, I regretted it. I had lost control of the situation.
A minute later, I received a response:
Cocksucker
I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I expect the door slightly ajar and you on your knees.
I was both excited and petrified. I was dying for a cock in my mouth, and yet I was very nervous of my real identity being revealed.
After a quick washroom break, I brushed my teeth, turned off all the lights, opened the door, left the latch open and sat on my knees in a small hallway of my corner suite.
Every minute, I looked at the clock. My mouth watering with anticipation, my mind spinning with trepidation.
Twice I heard the elevator doors open and no one came, but the third time my door opened.
Immediately, he flipped a light switch on and said, “True cocksuckers are not ashamed.”
I looked up at him, he looked exactly as I imagined, good looking, young and built. Yet, although I loved sucking cock, I never wanted to see their face. That somehow made it gayer in my head.
“Still in a suit and tie,” he smirked, as he walked over to me.
I didn’t say a word as I eagerly went to fish his cock out of his jeans.
“So I know you’re married, do you also have kids?” He asked, as he looked down and watched me pull out his flaccid cock.
“Two,” I admitted, as I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, not wanting any more uncomfortable small talk.
I also loved the sensation of feeling a cock grow in my mouth. Knowing it was my mouth that was getting him hard, making it grow.
“That’s it cocksucker,” he groaned, “make it big and hard.”
I did exactly that as I slowly swirled my tongue around his mushroom top and bobbed back and forth.
I was uncomfortable knowing he could clearly see me at first, but as soon as his cock was in my mouth my moral integrity disappeared and I indeed became just a cocksucker.
Once it was completely erect in my mouth, I began bobbing.
He groaned, “That’s it cocksucker, worship my cock.”
And I was. I wanted to take all seven inches in my mouth. Having been a couple of months since I last sucked a cock, it took a while to get back in the rhythm. But like riding a bike, it came back rather naturally.
In my few experiences, I had learned that every guy came differently. Some rocketed their cum into your mouth, while others just had it ooze out of their slit. I also learned some guys come very quickly, under two minutes, while my longest took fifteen. But on average, it took about five minutes from the time I took a cock in my mouth until I was swallowing a stranger’s delicious seed.