1. He Did It In My Mouth


    Date: 12/6/2014, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Gay, Mature, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Young, Author: bryanll, Rating: 84.4, Source: sexstories.com

    to relax and to keep watching and to not be nervous. My nerves rebelled against his command. I trembled and hoped it wasn’t noticed. His fingers fumbled for a while and then he asked if I was ready. I suppose I was ready as I ever could have been for a situation like that, but I was too frozen and unable to reply. “Are you ready, Bryan?” he asked again. “If you want to see it, then you have to let me know now that you’re ready. Do you want to see it?” I didn’t tell my head to nod, but it nodded. Either it rebelled against me or it decided to obey him, the superior and controlling male, or maybe it nodded because the hidden cocksucker in me was pulling on the right strings. No matter, my head was nodding and that was the same as saying, “Yes, I want to see your penis”, a response that could also be seen as an admission that I was indeed a cocksucker. If it wasn’t an admission that Cal recognized, it was certainly an admission that I did. He pulled slowly and then . . . Then . . . His cock pulled out of his briefs and through the zipper opening and it popped up before me and it was one foot away from my face and it was pointed directly at me and I was stunned! I couldn’t believe it! I was on my knees and a grown man was exposing himself to my young eyes and I was . . . I was . . . I was staring,--not just looking but--staring at his erect cock, the fully developed penis of a fully grown older man! It was . . . It was his . . . his sex organ. It was the “thing” he used to have ...
    sex. It was adult. It was for adult sex. I was looking at that “thing” I had heard so much about that men used for sex. It was that “thing” that men had that was hard almost all of the time for most men because they weren’t getting enough sex from females, or so I had read on some online blog. It overwhelmed me. I was frightened by the whole thing of seeing a man’s penis and cocksucking and Cal and – just – the whole thing. I wanted to run and never do anything of the kind again but I was overwhelmed to the point of paralysis. I also suspect that the queer in me was forcing me to stay there and to not miss the opportunity to see a man’s penis, an opportunity that had been a long time coming and probably wouldn’t come again soon, if ever. “You like that, Bryan? Pretty boy with the pretty little mouth?” I felt instant exhilaration from his words. I felt . . . I suppose . . . turned on or maybe it was more like I felt sexy. His words coursed through me and brought some soothing to the great conflicts within me. Pretty boy. Pretty little mouth. He liked me. He paid attention to me. He was nice to me. He was an adult who noticed me and talked to me. But his cock . . . Seeing a grown man’s penis for the first time was like taking all of my prior conflicts and compounding them at once. As soon as my eyes looked at his penis, there were waves of sensations that went through me and with every one that felt one way there was another just as strong that felt contrary. What do I mean? ...
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