And most guys don’t talk much if at all. Sometimes a ‘that feels good’ or ‘it’s been a while’ or a courtesy warning, but nothing compared to what this guy did.
“You like my cock, cocksucker?” He asked, pulling his big dick out of my mouth.
My mouth felt empty. I stammered, wanting it back in my mouth, “‘Y-y-yes.”
He tapped his cock on my lips and I opened, expecting him to put it back in my mouth. Instead he scolded me. “Yes, what, cocksucker, convince me you deserve the privilege of my cock.”
His words were ridiculous. But at the moment, I definitely wanted the privilege of sucking his cock. I begged, “Please let this married cocksucker serve you.”
“That’s better, but look at me when you answer. A real cocksucker has no shame. He knows his real purpose is to be a cum deposit,” the eighteen-year-old continued, clearly enjoying the power he had over a man more than twice his age.
I didn’t want to look at him, I didn’t like putting a face to a cock (no guy no matter how good looking ever turned me on, yet a cock did). Yet, a need to obey, to have his cock back in my mouth, controlled my very being. I answered, looking up from my submissive position on my knees, “Please, sir, can this married cocksucker be your personal cum bucket?”
Just saying the words had my stiff cock screaming for attention, somehow being treated like a cock slut enhanced the entire experience.
“That’s better,” he nodded approvingly, smiling down at me. “Now slither that tongue down my shaft and suck on my balls.”
I had once sucked on another man’s balls, but his hair made the act rather unappealing. This time though, the kid was completely shaven like you see in the porn movies, even his bag was completely hair free.
I obeyed, my tongue lazily slithering down his long shaft until I reached his ball sack. I licked his sack briefly before using my lips to find one of his balls and taking it in my mouth. The act was strange and different and although not as satisfying as having his cock in my mouth, the submissive act did turn me on.
He groaned, “That’s it, my little cocksucking slut, a good boy knows how to worship the whole package.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, showing him my utter submissiveness, as I found the other ball and replicated the attention.
“Are you this big a bitch at home?” He asked.
As I began moving my tongue back up his hard shaft I answered, “Actually, my wife is submissive to me.”
“Really?” He chuckled. “What would she say if she saw you know?”
I didn’t like small talk, even if to humiliate me. When I was on my cock hunt, I forgot about my wife and focused on finding and serving a cock. But having her mentioned as I pleasured him brought a twinge of guilt. Yet, I answered, “She’d be mortified.”
I reached the tip of his mushroom top and saw a bit of pre-cum and licked it as he continued, “I’m assuming she doesn’t know that her loving husband is wearing his band of eternal faithfulness as he sucks a stranger’s cock.”
“No, she doesn’t,” I admitted, as I took his cock back in my mouth.
“Or that her husband is a complete faggot,” he continued.
I hated the term ‘faggot’. Somehow being called a cocksucker turned me on and was literally true, yet the term ‘faggot’ was in my mind way more derogatory…as absurd as that may sound.
I wasn’t gay.
I didn’t find men sexy or hot.
I didn’t want to have my cock sucked by a guy nor did I have any interest at all in fucking a guy.
I also had no interest in being ass fucked, though I had experimented with a few anal toys on myself. To my surprise, with enough lube and patience, the toys didn’t hurt, although I had bought relatively small toys.
I just want to suck cock.
I just want to swallow cum.
I just want to be a cocksucker.
He seemed to notice my facial expression at being called a faggot. He asked, “What? Does my cocksucker not like the term ‘faggot’.”
I took his delicious cock out of my mouth and admitted, “No, sir.”
“Why?” He asked, as he traced my lips with the tip of his cock.
“I’m not gay,” I answered.
“You’re on your knees eagerly serving a complete stranger,” he pointed out. “I think that is pretty gay.”
I wanted to point out he was getting sucked by a guy which made him gay based on his theory, but it didn’t seem like a point worth making. My goal at the moment was to extract his sweet seed from his big ball sack. Instead I explained, “I’m a cocksucker yes, but that’s it.”
“If you say so,” he shrugged, although his tone implied he didn’t remotely buy my explanation, as he slid his cock back in my mouth.
Hoping the talking was done, I finally shifted to hungry cocksucker mode, which was fast back and forth bobbing, eventually attempting to take all his cock in my mouth.
Although strange, and in retrospect kind of gay I suppose, I liked the rare feeling of deep throating a cock and feeling his balls hitting my chin.
“I’m pretty sure you’re a faggot,” he said, after a couple of minutes of hungry cocksucking.
I ignored his words, focusing entirely on the yummy load I was confident was soon going to spray down my throat.
Yet, suddenly he pulled out and ordered, “Go lay on the bed on your back with your head leaning over the edge of the bed.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Now, cocksucker,” he demanded, snapping his fingers and pointing to the bed.
Still dying to get him off, and seeing no other solution, I stood up, walked the few feet to the bed, got on it, laid on my back and shuffled myself so my head was leaning over the edge as I looked at him upside down.
He walked to me and shoved his cock in my mouth. On my knees, I was relatively in control of the blow job, but in this position, I was simply a mouth for him to fuck and fuck it he did.
Slobbering sounds echoed in the small room, as he face fucked me. Surprisingly it was incredibly sexually stimulating to be just used for his personal pleasure. All seven inches slammed into my mouth, as his ball sack slapped my nose.
He grunted, “Pull out your cock, old man.”
At 42, I hardly considered myself old, but compared to his eighteen years, I suppose I was.
Also, although I always ended up jerking off as I reminisced about the cock I had just sucked once I was again alone, I had never pulled my cock out in front of another man.
Yet, like everything else in this strange evening, I obeyed the cocky eighteen year old high school student.
I awkwardly fished my completely erect five inch cock out of my pants.
“I figured it would be hard,” he said, “real faggots get hard serving other men.”
Mindlessly, I began stroking my cock, so incredibly, undeniably turned on by being treated like a bitch.
“No playing with yourself, faggot,” he scolded. “Just let your tiny pecker salute me as I fuck your faggot face.”
I reluctantly obeyed, desperate to come now that my cock was out.
“Ready for my cum?” He finally asked a minute later, this crazy surreal sexual submission coming to an end.
Strangely, I had mixed feelings. Indeed I was eager to feel his cum slide down my throat, finally getting the drug I craved. Yet, I felt a rush of disappointment at the thought that this wild cocksucking experience was almost ever. Without a doubt, it had been the most sexual charged, exciting cocksucking experience I had ever had.