Gay and loving it!

I was always afraid of giving my first blowjob. Why I don’t know. Maybe it was what cum tasted like (and for those who’ve never tasted it, yes there are distinct flavors) and I wasn’t sure how to swallow.

In the past I had always sucked a guy but this one night in Windsor (Canada) one of my friends left me alone in a park while he went to trick.

Bored, I wandered around and my cock radar went off. This guy looked like what I was waiting for. Tall, dark hair and a moustache. I was ready.

He was cruising me on that humid night. It was the kind with no breeze and no matter what you did it made you sweat. Little did I know I’d be sweating in a few minutes.

I followed him and there was some idle chit chat. Before I knew it his hand was on his crotch and rubbing it. He asked if I wanted his cock and before I knew it I was on my knees.

He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me into his crotch. I bit his bulge lightly as he started to spread his legs further. His head jerked back and he moaned.

I reached my hands to the button of his shorts, unbuttoned them and while looking up I unzipped his pants with my teeth.  As I went down my nose ran over the lump I wanted clad in white briefs with a hint of bleach.

He kept growing as I unzipped and once his pants were open I took my tongue and ran it over the bulge which continued to grow.

There were more moans and a grinding of his hips as he started to beg for my mouth. I licked everywhere I could find an opening and before I knew it I had his dick in my mouth.

The skin was dry but within a few minutes I had worked it into my mouth and had gotten it nice and wet. His balls were big and hairy and they bounced a little on my chin as I tried to deepthroat him (at the time I wasn’t that experienced).

I took his thick Canadian bacon and wrapped my hand around the shaft as he moved his hips toward my mouth. Since I was inexperienced I licked at the head of his cock and grabbed his balls in my hand too.

It must have sent shivers up his spine as he tried to force me back onto his cock. I did my best and he moaned he was cumming and before I knew it I had a mouthful of cum.

Instead of spitting I swallowed it and he thanked me and went off into unknown parts of Windsor.

I went back to the car and waited for my friend to return. He noticed the grass stains on my white overalls and I noticed there was some cum on the bib of them.

We laughed for a few minutes, but Detroit’s skyline never looked so good when you’re viewing it from your knees!

In my first column, I wrote about how I had met Fred. We reconnected after three months and since that day I starting blowing him at least three or four times a week.

But I was also in a quandry. My ex-boyfriend had came back into my life and if you read “The Long Flight Home” (I know it was pathetic) it was the two of us again~with no sex.

I’d go out with dear old eunich Walt and then I’d get a call from Fred. I used to tell Walt it was my friend Richard calling and I’d let Fred know what time I’d be done with Walt and I’d call him as soon as I left.

Walt and I were always at the bars. Straight or gay. Mainly straight but on the weekends it was a mix of both, but this isn’t about Walt.

Walt and I would start drinking after work and by 8:00 I was tired of being with him, so I’d be waiting for my call from Fred (or I’d call him). Somehow alcohol always makes us feel good especially when you’re ready to give head.

But now it was close to Christmas and I thought, “Do I get Fred something?” Most of our blowjob sessions consisted of just that-me going down on Fred and snorting poppers while I was doing him.

So here it was a couple of weeks before Christmas and I was surfing looking for something (I mean my mouth itself was pleasurable enough for Fred, but I needed some type of gift).

Then I came across an underwear website.

I couldn’t remember seeing Fred’s cock wrapped up in a pair of underwear and as a guilty pleasure I wanted to see his bulge. The only thing I’d see was his hard cock so I thought I’d spend some money and get him a pair of boxer briefs.

I wasn’t sure what size he wore and I took a guess. My thought was if I get them a size smaller he’ll bulge more. And my plan worked.

He opened the package and looked at me in a confused way, shrugged and went into his bedroom to change into them. They were indeed a size to small, but they accuentated his thighs and his cock was begging to come out.

I remember they were white and in the glow of the television he walked over to me and I told him I wanted to see him rub his bulge and force me to lick it.

He did what he was instructed to do, opening his legs a little wider as his crotch was right in my face. I felt his head on the back of my head as he pulled me in.

Those boxer briefs were really tight on him and I could see the head of his cock nicely. I took a lick at it and while it had come to life I could feel it growing a little more.

I soon found my mouth all over his bulge. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue licking him or just have him shove it down my throat. The latter approach seemed much better as I took a hit of poppers, pulled down those hot bb’s and engulfed his cock.

There was no foreplay as I grabbed his ass and forced him in as far as I could take him. His cock soon became wet with my spit and his hips began to gyrate.

If he only would have talked dirty I would have been in my element. He grabbed at my hair and pushed his pelvis harder against my face (for a second I thought he broke my nose) but I didn’t care.

He wanted to sit down and without taking my mouth off of his cock we exchanged positions and before I knew it he yelled he was about to cum and I think it was the best load I had ever gotten from him.

His big balls which seconds earlier were bouncing on my chin had now become the size of raisins. I was surprised he was capable of producing so much cum in just one day.

I saved his cum in my mouth and swallowed. There was a dribble coming from the side of my mouth and I licked it over my lips and sighed.

Before I knew it he was sound asleep and I let myself out as quietly as I could.

That Christmas I think we both had gotten what we wanted.