CRUISING for SEX - View Single Post - First Time a guy came in your mouth

PeterVeliki · #37 1st January 2009, 03:52 PM

Back in the 1970s, I used to go to a gay adult movie theater in Boston. I would sit in the last seat of the 3rd row from the back, and a in a navy P-coat would soon appear and blow me with real skill. I would shoot in his mouth, and he would disappear into the darkness. I got to know his schedule and would try to be there to enjoy his skill. But I still though I would never like sucking cock.

Then I went to a bathhouse and the first time there 69d with a guy while his lover played with each of us. The lover took my load, but I didn't take anyone's.

After a lot of new experiences there (it was a friendly place; this was the 70s!), I found myself in a small sitting area opposite a young, handsome, lightly muscled black guy in a towel. The lights were dim, and I hoped he would make the first move. He didn't. So eventually, I said "What the hell," and I got down on my knees and reached beneath his towel. He opened the towel, and I sucked his long, slim, very hard cock. He began to moan a bit, and then suddenly he was shooting, very strong spurts that hit my throat and my tongue. I felt a rush of power that I had caused this powerful orgasm on his part. I suddenly realized that this was a huge turn-on for me, and I sought the experience with different guys in different places.

Eventually, in grad school, I spent a year at a university on the shore of the Mediterranean, where there was an ancient Turkish bath not far from a UN base. I discovered that young soldiers from all over the world would come there when they got off duty, ostensibly to shower, clean up, and then go into the city and look for girls. But there were always a few young soldiers who seemed to be looking to play. And remember, these were guys who had just come off a week, 10 days, or two weeks in the desert, horny as hell. I found that by sitting in the right area and making the right, discreet moves that indicated availability, you could have as many young soldiers as you wanted. I wanted almost all of them. Again, it was a rush of power to feel them explode in my mouth.

With one or two of them, things went further. I had two favorite experiences, both within a few hours.
First, a very tall, slender lad with black hair and dark black eyes came into the Turkish bath with a large group of soldiers. His eyes showed interest, and also fear - he wanted to play, but he did not want his confreres to know. Following his lead, I made my way to an alcove used for quick hookups, and there I found him standing, trembling, while a tall guy sort of manhandled him, trying to force him to do all sorts of things. I had seen this tall guy before, and he was a bad lot. I broke etiquette by entering the alcove. The tall guy glared at me, but the soldier looked at me with relief and gratitude in his eyes. I put my arms around him, while the other guy, who was behind him and had probably been trying to force the young soldier to get fucked standing up, left with explosive expressions of anger. The young soldier and I were face to face, foreheads touching, and he thanked me. I thought things would end there, but he continued to cuddle, and eventually our lips met. We nuzzled rather than kissed deeply, and I kissed his neck, which elicited a deep groan of pleasure. I went next for his right nipple, and it was clear to me that he was experiencing pleasure that was something new to him. We lay down on a stone bench, and I licked my way down to his navel, while the head of his cock just touched my beard-stubble. I wanted this to last, I wanted him to feel pleasure for as long as possible, so I played my way past his hardon, allowing it to graze my face as I teased my way to his toes with the tip of my tongue, and then made my way back up. He was on Cloud 9, lost in pleasure, desperate to see where all of this would lead. I continued to make my way up and down his tall body, and to lick every inch with the tip of my tongue - going as far between his legs as the spread of his legs would allow. I had never rimmed a guy, but I wanted to rim him just so that he would feel the same overwhelming sensation I had felt the first time a guy had rimmed me to heaven. But it was not to be... after about half an hour of gently tonguing him up and down with only the tip of my tongue, some subtle change in the arch of his back told me that we had gone to a new level. Without warning, as I grazed my way down his body for the umpteenth time, I suddenly swallowed his hardon to the hilt. He fired off like a missile, his deep grunt-groan-moans governed by the fear I had seen in his eyes at first, while the strength of his orgasm shook his soul. I continued to move up and down his hardon until he was spent, and then I kissed my way up to his lips. My tongue parted his lips, and I shared my mouthful of his come with him. His huge, black eyes opened in astonished pleasure, and I felt him harden again against my torso. He grew wild, and now we kissed deeply, tongues gone wild.

Finally, with a sigh, he plunged down on me to return the favor. Clearly, cock was new in his mouth, and he was doing this to reciprocate and thank me for his pleasure. I did not prolong his work, coming swiftly, and again we shared mouthfuls of cum.

And then I saw fear return to his eyes. He had enjoyed this more than he had expected, and now terror began to set in. With gentle kisses and caresses, but without a word, he withdrew from our embrace, though our arms were still around each other. I understood, and much as I wished I could take him home and give him such orgasms many times a day for the rest of our lives, I let him go. We stared into each other's eyes, into each other's souls, and then he was gone.

I showered, and a short, handsome, bearded young man took the showerhead next to me and asked to share my shampoo. I had seen him before, and had thought him so handsome that I hadn't dared to approach him - also, I had thought him straight; this was a public Turkish bath where straights, gays, curious, and available mingled.

We were soon chatting about nothing, flirting below the surface, and we found ourselves back in the same alcove. The chatting and eye contact had nothing to do with the throbbing growth of hardons, and when his demeanor indicated availability, in the course of the conversation, I put my hand on his knee. He did not flinch, so I left my hand there, and as the conversation proceeded, my hand wandered north of his towel line, to where the handsome cock I had seen in the shower room was now hard. Unlike the soldier, who had a cock only God could have provided, this new fellow had a perfectly proportioned six inch cock, curved upward like a scimitar. I played with it as our conversation continued, until at some point I simply moved his towel aside and went down on him. He asked me if I wanted to come as well, and when I pulled off his cock long enough to say "yes," he began to stroke my cock while I sucked him. His orgasm was a series of strong shakes and spurts, all of this while our conversation continued. I have no idea what we were discussing, nor did I then, and probably neither did he.

Two men, two cocks, two mouthfuls, each different from the other. I took my bus back to my student lodging, wondering if another day would ever yield as much pleasure as this day had. But this was a peak, one I have summoned up many times when jerking off over the years since.

People say that the top is in control, but I think in cocksucking, except for crude sucking of trade where a guy grabs your head and just shoots, it is the cocksucker who holds the power, who controls how his partner will achieve orgasm. It is a role I love, though I place myself in the hands (and mouth, and perhaps more) of men who enjoy the role as I do. It is we who bring cocksucking to the level of art.