I Haven't Quit Sucking Cock Since...

 As far back as I could remember, when I thought of sex I fantasized not just about girls but boys. After discovering masturbation at eleven, the usual department store catalogues became a heaven for me, and the more skin showed, the better...naturally though, this meant I often ended up making myself cum to images of ripped torsos and pecs instead of flat stomachs and swelling breasts. Even so...I LOVED it!

Flash forward seven years and I was finally at college. Even at the conservative university I attended, fun was easily found, and in a short time I found a 19 year old sophomore named Isabelle willing to spread her legs any way and time I asked. But something was missing...

I kept in touch with a few highschool friends via the net, and one day saw a guy I'd barely known in high school online. Jake Stevens was the only out guy I'd gone to highschool with, and for the last two years of school I'd tried to avoid seeing him since his tousled hair and blue eyes gave me a hard-to-hide boner.

I saw him online on a Thursday evening, my classes done for the week and my slutty girlfriend out of town until Saturday. Maybe it was the 3 beers I'd had...maybe it was the yummy white powder Isabelle had left around that I'd put up my nose. Or maybe I was just getting relaxed about what I wanted. Long story short, I im'd him and struck up a conversation.

Between my innate horniness and finding out he too had been playing with certain substances earlier, it wasn't long before I straight out asked him what sucking cock was like.

"The best feeling in the world. Aside from having a hard cock up your ass, of course," he said. I could almost hear the giggle.

"Can I try it with you?" I asked.

"Which part?"

"Blowjobs, for now."

"Sure!"

In less than fifteen minutes I had my car parked in front of his dorm. I could feel the blood thundering through my brain and cock, and it wasn't what I had snorted doing it. I saw him walking out of his lobby and before I knew it, he was standing at my passenger door.
"Hey," he said, getting in.
"Hey," I said, putting the car in gear. I could barely speak, realizing how much hotter he had gotten over summer. His always messy sandy blonde hair hung over one eye, and the flatness of his waistline was easily seen under his tight blue t-shirt. He wore board shorts beneath them, and my mouth watered wondering what was beneath...

"Pull into this lot and around back, behind the stadium," he said, breaking my trance. Wordlessly I pulled around back of the small basketball stadium, parking near a dumpster that hid my car from the road. I guessed he had done this before, judging from the directions and the grin on his face.

"Want to go first?" He asked.

"Yes," I said instantly, beginning to lean over. Suddenly in completely foreign territory, I looked at him shyly. "Do I unzip you or do you?"

He laughed like a girl and said, "I can do that," pulling his shorts down to expose a perfect, hairless, 8" erection with precum dribbling from the tip. A smiling goldfish tattoo was just above on his hip, and seemed to welcome me. I leaned over, licking my lips, when he put his hand on my shoulder to stop me. I looked up and his beautiful blue eyes were serious for once.

"If you do this, Seth, you'll never be able to stop sucking cock. Trust me, its an addiction. Like ass fucking or coke," he added with a new giggle.

All I could do was smile; every fiber of my bodying was screaming at me how much I needed this.
"I know," I said, and leaned over and took a penis into my eager mouth for the first time.

I moved slowly, getting the feel of it, licking, sucking. After a minute, my brain flooding with endorphins, I began to rub his balls with my hand as I sucked. Seconds later I felt his lower abdomen begin to tense.
"I'm going to cum," he whispered. Good, I thought.

Then suddenly he was shooting into my mouth, spurt after hot salty spurt. I am still proud that I let not a drop of that delicious nectar dribble out, never taking my mouth 'til he was flaccid.

Sweaty, we both leaned back against the seats, gasping for air. My tongue relished the new flavor of his sperm, already I wanted more.

Jake looked at me, a small smile crossing his lips.

"You know you were made to be a cockhound now, don't you?"

I just grinned and nodded, as he leaned over and began to return the fsvor.

Its been three years since that gorgeous, wonderful day, and I have fucked a lot of men and women since, and been fucked by more than a few in return...the best thus far was a bartender after close making me spread my legs on his pool table...what can I say? Jake was right, sucking cock is JUST as addictive as having a cock up my ass ;)