Letting out my inner cock whore

“Go on, it’s okay, put your mouth around it.  Kiss it.”

I looked up at him.  I felt hot and nervous.  His cock was staring me in the face and I knew what he wanted me to do, I had wanted to do exactly that only moments before.  But now, faced with putting a cock in my mouth for the very first time I was overcome with nervous anxiety.

Was this something I really wanted to do?

“Come on.  Just do it.  Like a band aid.  Close your eyes, open your mouth and slide it in.”

He continued to coerce me.  He really wanted me to suck his dick.  I guess I was being kind of a tease.
We had been talking for weeks online about it.  I found him in a local forum for men who were closeted bisexuals.  I had posted that I had fantasies about being with another man often and they were becoming increasingly prevalent in my daily masturbation rituals that I was thinking I really needed to just try it once and for all.  He was one of a few that answered but we hit it off best.

We traded sexual fantasies and got each other riled up in heated discussions.  We sexted a few times as well and I felt very dirty about it.  Seeing his messages on my phone really got me hard, especially out in public.  I’d tell him that he had to stop because I couldn’t hide my dick when out.
One time he told me to go find a bathroom and jerk off.  I sent him a laughing emoji and he responded and told me he was serious.  He wanted to see my dick and he wanted me to jerk off in a public bathroom.  Once again it felt dirty, but thrilling at the same time.  The idea of someone wanting me to do a random sexual task for them was so fucking hot.  I loved it.

Shortly after that we decided to meet.  Shortly after that meeting we’re here, in my apartment.  He casually asked if I wanted to go back to my place and I had innocently agreed, not thinking anything was going to happen.  He had different plans.

A few minutes after settling in he introduced the elephant in the room, “so we’ve been teasing about it for weeks, but do you want to suck your first dick or what?”

I laughed and then looked at his face.  He was smiling but I could tell he was very serious.  He didn’t laugh along with me and he stared right into my eyes.

“I uh, I mean, sure I guess we talked about it.”

“What about right now?”  He stood up and started to unbuckle his pants.

“No!  I mean, no.  Not right now.  Why?”  I was stunned by his forwardness and didn’t know how to respond.  Why?  What kind of questions is why when someone is taking their pants off?

“Why not?  You’ve been talking about it for weeks.  You want to try it.  I’m here, you’re here and nobody else is.  Just go for it.  Come on.  Go for it.”

He didn’t wait for me to say no or yes or anything else.  He undid his pants and pushed them down, standing next to me with a very erect, decently sized cock staring back at me.

“Come on.  Come here.  Touch it.”

I didn’t know what to do and I think he could tell.  He continued coercing me like I was a scared puppy hiding under the bed.

“Come here.  Just come closer.  Here, give me your hand,” he shimmied my way a couple of steps and took leaned down to take my hand.  I pulled back gently but he forcefully pulled it towards him and placed it right on his cock.

It was warm.  It was hard.  It felt just like mine only bigger and it belonged to someone else.  I had someone else’s cock wrapped in my palm.

“Stroke it,” he said eagerly.

I followed his direction quickly that time.  My hand slowly pumped along it.  Not squeezing it tight but gliding up and down, moving the loose skin with it.  Stroking his cock like I would if it were mine.  I looked up at him and he smiled down at me, deciding to try and push this to its final stage.

“Go on, it’s okay, put your mouth around it.  Kiss it.”

He continued.  His soft and comfortable tone and the silence in the room lulled me into a hypnotic state.  His voice was smooth and repetitive.  He wasn’t going to stop until he had me doing what he wanted, and it didn’t take much longer before I submitted.

He reached forward, placing his fingers under my jaw and pulled me forward.  My lips parted, “there you go.  Good boy.”

His cock slipped between my lips.  It slid onto my tongue.  My lips wrapped around it and closed while he continued to push.  I had another man’s cock in my mouth and I was sucking on it.  I was eagerly sucking on it too.

I went from nervous and shy to eager whore.  I bobbed my head back and forth.  I tried different angles and tickled his balls while doing it.  My hands eventually settled on his hips and I bounced my head up and down on his cock as his hands curled around my ears.  His hips started rocking and he was fucking my face while I sucked on his cock.

We both began to moan, me from finally indulging in something I had wondered about for years and him for finally getting my virgin mouth wrapped around his lovely cock.  He wasn’t going to stop until he popped my cherry too.  His hips began moving swiftly and his voice was repeating over and over again.

“Don’t stop.  Don’t stop.  I’m almost there.  Fuck yes.  Fuck yes.  Suck my cock you fucking slut.”

The words propelled me to go further.  My own cock was dripping pre-cum in my pants as I was still fully clothed.

He gripped the sides of my head tight and let out a deep, loud groan.  Along with the groan I felt spurts of cum shoot into my mouth.  Four different loads and jolts from his cock shot into the back of my throat and I attempted to swallow each one.  The salty taste wasn’t great but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be.  I’d never seek out the taste but I could stomach it for some fun.

After he finished unloading himself inside my mouth I swallowed everything and he fell back on the couch.  He threw his head back and let out a long deep sigh.

“Fuck that felt good.  I haven’t had a blowjob in months.  Mmm, god yes.  You’ll have to do that again for me some time.”

He looked over at me and smiled.

I wiped the corner of my mouth, thinking I felt something, and smiled back.

Was this it?  Was I his personal mouth whore now?  A cum receptacle for whenever he need to unload?  The thought intrigued me.  Everything to this point had gotten me going because I felt like a dirty cum whore, why not let it keep going?

I simply continued smiling, gave my own cock a grab in my pants, and then looked down at his spent dick.  I didn’t say anything because I didn’t really want to cum.  I wasn’t ready to feel what it was like to have my own orgasm after having just given another man a blowjob, but this entire new set of events was really setting themselves up nicely for an on going thing.

I finally offered, “I guess we’ll have to see if I can get better, huh?”

He laughed and eyed me sideways, then ran his hand down between his legs and started stroking his cock.

“Well if you want another go at it, I’m happy to let you have at round two.”

I didn’t wait a second longer than I had to.  The cock whore in me was on his knees sucking again.  I guess I really did just need to let it out.

3 thoughts on “Letting out my inner cock whore

  1. Mercury the Scribe says:

    I lke how you always add a bit of story to it, like the character’s background and how they’ve never engaged in fallatio so their a bit hesitant yet they want it so badly. It’s cute, relatable and makes you really think about how we feel when interacting sexually with others. And its hot! Can’t forget that haha I love queer romance and erotica. male and male being my favorite pairing ❤

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    1. BSquaredVille says:

      I like to be “story driven.” I think thats the buzz term for it anyway.
      I mean, I could just write man on man gay sex where the guy’s deep throating a monster cock but I’m way more turned on by the build up and realness of it.
      I love that you’re enjoying it!

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