cock-sucking experience

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Before I got married I got a “cock-sucking” experience with my gay friend Timmy. As you claim that no one is totally heterosexual, I believe that at that moment in my life I must have shown that I had gay tendencies. So, one Saturday evening Tummy and I visited some friends near our home. We sat, chatted and drank booze. At midnight we walked over to my apartment (I was 27 and Tummy about the same age). It was late and Tummy did not have a place to crash for the night. So, he asked me if he could sleep at my place. I told him I had only one single bed, and that he could sleep on the couch if he wanted. We were hald-drunk, and so as soon as we got home, Tummy kissed me vehemently when I turned the living-room lights. He told me he had fallen in love with me since we had met. I knew he was gay, but I think I had never given him a “pass”. He grabbed my half-erect six-inch cock, and started to undress me lewdly. He got naked too, and since alcohol is a good disinhibitor, I let myself go. There was no fear of VHS diseases 40 years ago, and although Tummy was not that “good-looking” fellow, his passion, his kisses and caresses, told me I must experience his activeness at sex. He told me he didn’t fuck straight men, and that he knew I was straight. All he wanted is to suck my dick, and let him cum on my hairy and manly legs. I was 5.11 inches tall, well-built, white complexion, and a nice six-inch- hot-boner awaiting to have my life sucked away.

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Tummy was (I do not know if he’s still alive), shorter, dark-complexioned, hairless, and had curly hair. I only took a glance at his boner when he cummed onto my legs. So he continued taking the initiative, and since he must have been well-experienced in sucking cock, I just let the joy of a casual sexual encounter take over me. He licked my small nipples, letting him touch my butt, but not my arse. His mouth kisses ate my lips, but I remained passive all the time. I wanted to find what cock-sucking was all about. He bent down and licked my balls, which always retract upward disappearing into my pelvis groin and scrotum.cocksuckers heavenHe then led me to my single bed, and there he knelt down in front of my throbbing boner, which had started to “cry” with lots of pre-cum fluid. Since I was cut when I was eight days old, my libido concentrated more in the shaft than in the glans and corona. My thick knob at its base (5.5 inches, more than average) was swallowed by his wide mouth and hungry lips. He sucked dearingly, while I moaned leaning on my bed with my elbows and my head spinning round and round. I had had oral sex done to me by female mouths, but this friend’s mouth was out-of-this-world. He really knew how to suck a straight’s pecker. He would talk sometimes, saying that he thought my prick was “beautiful” (I guees its “arrow” shape from thick base to the arrow-looking glans, seemed to him “pretty” and “odd”. So, his spit gave my cock some lubrication besides my pre-cum which spouted in great amounts (I was 28 years old, and had had not too much female sexual encounters to that point). So, the petit-mort arrived after a good-half-an-hour sucking, and I started to spout my jizz into his hungry-for-cock mouth. He swallowed it all, while draining my life away. I thought I’d die right there! He then got up, while some of my juices dribbled down his fucking mouth, while he started to show me his five-inch uncut and brown stiffy, which also started to spout his greenish cum onto my hairy and well-built legs (they are still strong and well-shaped, just like my deceased dad’s). He then said that he would not ask me to fuck his arse, since he knew that I would shun such an idea, neither did he asked me to fuck him, since in the first place he wasn’t “that clean” up his ass. I told him I’d never fuck a man’s ass, but he was welcomed to blow my piece once again.bigdaddySo, afterwards we sat leaning against the bedroom wall, and watching our “diminishing” size rods, and while he kissed me after cleaning his mouth with water, I started to caress his nipples, and wondered if I should jerk his rod, while he touched mine, which started to get hard as diamond. His got turned on again. He did ask me to touch his less than average boner. I did feel a new sexual sensation by watching his foreskin hide his purple glans. So I kept wanking him, while he bent over and sucked me again. It was like watching God for the first time (I believe cumming is similar to talking and watching God. It is a spiritual death and resurrection, beleive me!). This time I enjoyed his sucking passion, while he ate my life away, for this time it took longer for me to have a second cumming. While he sucked me, I wanked him. Deep inside there was the temptation to suck him too. But my subconscious “manly” mind said “no way, jose”. We both reached our climaexes at the same time. His ooze spouted all over his stomach and chest, while mine was once more swallowed into his deep throat. After our “small death”, while we groaned, moaned, panted and swet, we both kissed our naked torsos, as well as our mouths. We both felt asleep in the single bed, holding each other like two dearing lovers. It was two a.m., and while I hugged him, my two-and-a-half-inch uncut pecker touched his butt, but there was no hardon, nor any libido to fuck his arse. We just let our minds rest at peace. Six hours later, at eight o’clock, he asked me to take a shower together. Needless to say, he gave me head once more, eating the dribbling soap foam along with my whitish-yellowish jizz. He had a hardon too, and I did love to watch his cock throb with his foreskin retracted, but this time I only caresses his winnie, and helped him cum again onto my virile and strong legs. (I’m a bear from the waist down, including my buttocks, and also my monkey arms and hands (kind of sexy, don’t you think?). Tummy disappeared from my life a short while after. I had never had gay experiences since that only one-time 40 years ago. I don’t know if I should regret that, but to tell you the truth, I kind of miss Tummy’s mouth “eating” my then six-incher (now its 5.75, I guess because I’m getting old), and I wonder if Tummy is still alive, or if he’s still around. I married afew moths after my gay encounter, and have two sons, and almost five grandchildren. I still haven’t found out if I’m totally heterosexual. What do you think, Mr. Seb Cox? Forty

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  1. When I was 21 whenever the urge came to me I’d go to this movie theater and spend the entire day there sucking cocks.  Once every 2-3 weeks was fine.  I’d get my fill and be content for a while. There was this one older guy (in his fifties) that would be there almost every time I was. His cock was only about 5 1/2 inches but it was the thickest I had seen and had an enormous head. I really enjoyed sucking it and taking his huge loads. One day after I finish him off he hands me a folded piece of paper as he leaves. A note–it says 2 weeks from today if you want some action, I’ll pick you up in front of this theater at 10 a.m. At the appointed time he picks me up in a big Cadillac and drives me out to the suburbs. I suck him off on the trip. He pulls into this very long driveway and up to this expansive house. We enter and go to a large, smokey den like room. Sitting in there are 9 elderly men his age or older. They are in various stages of undress and a couple of them are stroking their cocks.  I am told they have drawn numbers and each will have at least one turn with me. I’m lovin this! Number 1 takes me into a side room. He is a heavyset, balding, swarthy, man with a thin moustache and he is smoking a big cigar.  He takes out his cock and I can’t believe the size of it, it must be 10″ and fairly thick. I immediately sink to my knees and start sucking it slowly. I hear myself moaning with pleasure as he pull me to my feet. He tries to kiss me and I resist. He grabs the back of my head and crushes his lips against mine and forces his tongue into my mouth. I can taste the cigar and I find myself responding and kissing him with such passion it scares me. I’m not gay, I just like a cock in my mouth once in a while.

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