1. He Did it in My Mouth


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Taboo, Author: brynnboi, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    was a cocksucker in me that was desperate to see that man's cock. And then . . . He pulled it out. It popped up! It was one foot away and pointing at my face. I was . . . I was . . . stunned! His cock was . . . right in my face! The first grown man's cock I had ever seen. Just one foot away! I couldn’t believe it! I was on my knees and a grown man was exposing himself to me and I was . . . I was staring,--not just looking but--staring . . . at his erect cock, the fully matured cock of a grown man! It was used for sex, an adult thing. I wanted to run but the queer in me wouldn't move and refused to miss an opportunity that had been a long time coming and might never come again. “You like that, Brynn?” I remember my eyes being wide and blinking in awe. I remember my lips being dry from breath that huffed and hissed more than it should. His words were calm and kind and endearing. He liked to me. He was an adult who noticed me and talked to me. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted so much to make him happy! But his cock . . . It was scary although it was sexy; it was dangerous but it turned me on; it was adult yet it liked me. In one instance, I wanted to run because I was afraid of it and in the next, I wanted to push my mouth forward suck until I could not suck any longer. “Just look, Brynn. You don't have to do anything.” Fingers of his right hand moved slowly on his rock hard cock. He stepped a half-foot forward. “That is, unless you want to.” I gasped with those last four ...
    words. I wanted to feel its hardness with my fingers and with my lips and especially with the inside my overly-sensitive mouth. I wanted to . . . to suck . . . I wanted to suck on it. But, another place in my head began screaming, “No! No! No! You don’t want to suck on it. You are not a faggot! You are not a cocksucker!” Cal stepped forward again and his cock was four inches from the tip of my nose. I could see every outline, every ridge, every change in coloration and I could smell it. Smell it. A man smell. A sex smell. It seemed so beautiful but so forbidden. It was hard and I sensed its need but . . . but I wasn’t a cocksucker! I had never done it and I didn’t know how and I was too young and my mouth too virgin. And – And – this was Taylor’s grandfather! Then I realized that he hadn’t told me to suck. The battle of sucking or not sucking was all within me! He turned sideways and I was very much in awe with how long it looked. It was straight like a pole because of its great hardness and it looked like a baton sticking straight out. In reality, I suspect it was seven inches with normal thickness, but to me, it looked mammoth. His fingers slowly stroked it near the base. I caught a glimpse of his balls for the first time and I trembled. They looked so nasty and dirty and disgusting and yet, for some reason, I couldn't stop looking at them and I wanted to please them and I wanted to kiss them and taste them. Then, he did one thing that changed everything. At that time, I ...
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